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bbrandy2002 · 1 year

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I posted 117 times in 2022

10 posts created (9%)

107 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ao719

@burnsoslow

@charlotteg234

@kingliam2019

@dcbbw

I tagged 23 of my posts in 2022

#queued - 9 posts

#the royal romance - 5 posts

#king liam - 5 posts

#liam x mc - 5 posts

#trr - 5 posts

#liam x riley - 5 posts

#bbrandy2002 - 3 posts

#fools rush in - 3 posts

#long post - 2 posts

#choices - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 35 characters

#who says we dont work in the summer

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy Sunday @charlotteg234

🥵 Enjoy!

13 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

An Apology

Several months ago I accused someone of sending me a hate anon. I've thought about that ordeal from time to time, but even more so recently.

Being in a place in my life where Im not so stressed out anymore or disillusioned by every little thing, Im able to make rational thoughts and think things through a little clearer. Looking back at old messages with someone else, I have a pretty solid feeling I know who actually did send them and thankfully they're not around here any longer.

With that said, when Im wrong, I say Im wrong. And in that instance ... I was wrong. Even if I never said her name publicly, I would like to apologize to @queenrileyrose for my accusations and the hurt you experienced following that. I've already done so privately and the nature of that conversation will remain so.

I can't undo what happened, I can only try to make it right.

Here's to 2022 being about positivity and kindness. Again, my humblest apologies to QRR.

13 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Happy Birthday to ...me lol

I have to take a moment here to show off these two amazing commissions my bestie @burnsoslow and my great friend @ao719 had done for my birthday.

The first piece by Burns is from her ORDIV Ch 33 when Liam proposed to Riley in the gazebo at Valtoria where the had their first day 🥺🥺🥺

The second one is from Anitah, who used a scene from the fic Burns wrote for my birthday last year Heaven, Hell or Houston when Liam and Riley had met at the bar and when on this whirlwind date, kissing at every stop light 😍

Two of my favorite scenes captured so perfectly and it makes my heart swell so big.

Thank you both so much for these precious works that I will cherish and most likely stare at everyday for weeks to come. I love you both with all my heart and thank you for making another year of getting older a lot more bearable and for your friendship that I value so hard!

59 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

Fools Rush In

Chapter 21

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Series Premise: With two weeks before he is set to marry Madeleine, the guys throw Liam an impromptu bachelor party that results in him (and Drake) leaving Vegas with more than he bargained for.

Word count: 3900 -ish

Warning: Language

Soooo ... hey lol It's been a hot minute since I've written or posted anything (or just been around in general). Anyway, I came back to several messages asking about this chapter. I actually had 90% of it written back in October and just thought it was pure shit and gave up on it ... actually, I gave up on writing altogether. Having some time this week, I opened up the doc, rewrote some things, deleted out some stuff and finally managed to finish it. It's still not even close to what I wanted it to be, as it's the end of this arc, but I've decided to just have fun writing again. If there's anything Ive learned during my time away it's that none of us will ever write the perfect story, or use the perfect words, or have the most compelling characters and it's okay; I think I finally have accepted that. Just have fun doing it!

This concludes my TedTalk

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“Doctor ... Wolfschitz?” a bewildered Alyssa questioned.

“That’s no damn doctor!” Drake bore his eyes into the former prince, who was already howling with laughter, dodging a pillow that whirled in his direction from Drake. “What the actual fuck is your problem, Leo?”

Leo clutched his side, trying to catch his breath. “The look on your face, man … I can't. I really had you going there for a minute didn’t I, Walker? Afraid you were about to lose that new pee-pee, huh?” He continued to laugh riotously at Drake’s expense before his gaze hastily shifted its attention toward Alyssa. “Why’d you blow my cover, thong girl?”

“Thong girl? Alyssa muttered, absentmindedly crossing her legs while attempting to hide the fact her face was quickly glowing bright pink. How’d he know I was wearing one?

“Why are you here, Leo?” Drake repeated as Leo casually strolled up to his bed and scooped up a chocolate pudding cup from Drake’s food tray. “And how in the sam hell did you even know I was in the hospital?

“Came with Liam,” he replied nonchalantly as he plopped his ass down on the end of the bed and peeled off the top of his pudding cup, licking the plastic wrap clean. “He’s down the hall with Riley right now. Seems my little brother is a prized stud after all … got that Rys sperm in him, ya know? Knocked her up real good yo. Hafta say … I’m impressed.”

“Knocked her up?” Alyssa gasped before stepping closer to him. “Hold up; Riley’s pregnant?”

Leo nodded and shoveled a giant heap of pudding into his mouth. “Yeah. I’m going to be an uncle again --” he eyed Drake’s plate contemplatively, “ -- You gonna eat the rest of that meatloaf, man?” Drake scowled and pushed his tray toward the hungry Prince.

Alyssa quickly put all the clues together. “So that’s why Riley was so sick earlier? She didn’t have a concussion, --” she smiled endearingly, “ -- she just had morning sickness. ... Well, is she okay? Is the baby okay? The fall didn’t hurt them, did it?”

Leo, concentrating on finishing the rest of that meatloaf, languidly shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Well, did they at least give her something safe for her back pain yet?” Alyssa probed further.

Leo shoved another large bite of meatloaf and again answered. “I dunno.”

“Oh my God! Do you know anything?” A frustrated Alyssa finally asked.

With a mouthful of food, Leo tilted his head back in deep thought and replied the best he could, “I know this meatloaf is fucking BOMB, dude. Not too shabby for hospital grub.” He swallowed heartily. “The pudding on the other hand … absolute shit.” He tapped the edge of the plastic container with his plastic spoon as he spoke to it, “Snack-Pak, you disappoint me.”

Desperate for an answer, Alyssa reached out and grasped Leo’s shirt, jerking him closer. “Fuck the snack-pak, Wolfshitz; what about Riley?”

“Riley? Oh, she never disappoints me …” Leo sideways glanced with a frown. “Liam on the other hand ...”

Stunned by this strange man’s erratic and seemingly unhinged behavior, Alyssa shot a wide-eyed glare at Drake, who just shook his head slowly. “Don’t try to make sense of him, Alyssa. Just don’t. You’ll never be able to figure him out.”

Needing to be reassured, Alyssa pulled a cell phone from her back pocket and started furiously shooting off a text to Riley. While her back was turned to the men, Drake couldn’t help but notice the way her ass hugged perfectly in those skinny jeans and soon realized his new body part had showed up in tandem with his sudden arousal. With Leo’s interest remaining focused on the damn meatloaf for the time being, Drake eased a hand under the white sheet covering him and felt around the area below his waist; his breath hitched with relief at the rock-solid bulge that had erupted. Feeling a little giddy that everything was working as it should, the euphoria soon subsided when he caught a glimpse of Leo’s saucy gaze on Alyssa.

Overcome with a strong sense of jealousy over the girl he’d just caught sneaking a peek at his naked self less than five minutes ago, Drake quietly urged through gritted teeth, “Stop looking at her like that, Leo! She’s not some conquest you can just sack for your sick playboy pleasures.”

“Says the guy who caught panty crickets from a $2 hooker and needed a dick transplant.” Leo retorted with a smirk. “Besides, father always said, ‘I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.” He wagged his tongue in lust. “And I see that.” He motioned to Alyssa’s backside.

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73 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

First Comes Love

Chapter One

Book: The Royal Romance -Complete AU

Pairing:Liam x Riley/Liam x Madeleine (I promise Maddie’s nice here)

A/N: This will most likely be a mini-series; no more than 5 or 6 chapters.This is loosely based on a movie you might recognize but I’ve tried to make it my own.

Series Premise: It's destiny when two people from different worlds meet. Riley is an up-and-coming wedding planner who finds herself tasked with planning the biggest wedding of her career, only to find out the man she fell for after a brief encounter in NYC is the groom ... and a king.

Trigger Warnings: There is a mention of suicidal ideation, but it’s not part of the plot. Some minor language.

Thank you @burnsoslow for pre-reading. All grammar errors are my own.

It’s been so long since I’ve started a new fic, I don’t even know if I have a taglist that isn’t filled with people who have left or hate me now; I guess I’m starting all over again. If you want tagged, let me know.

New York City

Liam zoned out 2.1 seconds after stepping inside a trendy office on the upper floors of a high-rise building in downtown Manhattan. The pale pink shades of the walls, decorative cushions, window scarfing, and gloss on the lips of his future bride, screamed out bottles of Pepto to the new King -- if only he had some to help with the unease in the pit of stomach.

That morning, a meeting with a highly renowned woman was on the agenda, discussing and presenting potential options for his upcoming nuptials, just weeks away. Even under normal circumstances, a wedding wasn’t exactly something that excited Liam. Not that he was never thrilled for the couple and wished them all the happiness in the world, it just held little importance in his day-to-day life. Weddings served as yet another reminder of what he wanted -- and what he couldn't have.

It was amusing to Liam how he could hold so much power, yet wielded none of it for himself.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

The owner of this particular firm, Jill Gordon, had built quite the reputation as the elite among modern event design, planning, and production companies, with a specialty in weddings. The clientele included a long list of celebrities, politicians, affluent Manhattan debutantes, and occasionally acquired foreign business. The latter is how Madeleine first heard of The Jill Gordon Company while attending the French Ambassador's ceremony several months ago as a representative for Cordonia. With the last stop of their engagement tour in New York City, the future queen was eager to add a visit to her appointment book before they returned home and began the laborious task of planning the biggest wedding in Cordonian history.

Although the palace had more than their fair share of staff with experience hosting monumental events, such as balls, state dinners, and various celebrations, there hadn’t been a royal wedding there in over 20 years. Madeleine thought someone with experience handling grand-scale weddings with a sophisticated flair, who could share their vision and expertise with the staff and take charge of the arrangements, would guarantee everything went off without a hitch.

The King simply went along to get along.

Madeleine and Liam sat across from Jill at her glass-top desk, where a single, lone laptop sat catty-corner on top. While the owner enthused and embellished her business to an attentive Madeleine, Liam focused on the assemblage of black-and-white portraits meticulously placed in neat rows along the wall behind the woman’s desk. It was no doubt a deliberate focal point to showcase the clients her agency had done work for in the past. Maybe others who had previously sat in the same chair he sat in at that moment were charmed with the love and joy captured in each of those images; the twinge in Liam’s heart wasn’t buying into it.

After a lengthy social season and with a lot of pressure from his father and the council, he’d chosen Madeleine to become his queen. At first, he couldn’t stand her -- Hell, maybe he never could. She was pretentious, overbearing, cunning, and frequently insensitive. But somewhere between his coronation and the beginning of the tour, she changed almost as if overnight. At that first stop in Fydelia, he noticed a more relaxed, more thoughtful, and just easier to be around Madeleine. It’s possible she’d finally gotten the coveted prize she had obsessed over long before being dumped after Leo abdicated and could put aside some of that anxiety that brought out the worst in her. But to Liam, it seemed to be a little something more: either the Countess had come to her senses about her standoffish behavior, or maybe it was this new business venture Hana and Rashad talked her into, causing a distraction for the Countess.

Whatever it was, was a welcome change. Liam had grown to respect her, find some common ground, and put away some of that overwhelming dread about spending the rest of his life with her. And while it was no secret between the two that there wasn’t more than friendly affection, duty made no exceptions when it came to their obligation.

For both of them, that's precisely what this was. Now it was time to make the best of it and move forward.

Jill sat forward in her swivel chair with a warm smile. Her hands splayed on the glass top as she spoke in a refined tone. “I have the perfect person in mind to handle such an important wedding, as yours… that is if you choose to go with us.” Jill quickly added, not wanting to scare them off with too much pressure, too soon. She knew adding a royal wedding to her list would attract mass attention in the press and social circles for her business, which meant huge profits.

“Really?” Madeleine crowed, glancing over at Liam, who promptly brandished an over-enthused smile before she turned her attention back to Jill. “Tell us more about her.”

“Elaine has over twenty-three years of experience and is the best in this business, and has served most of our biggest named clients. She recently planned the President’s granddaughter’s wedding.” Jill boasted.

“I heard of that one …” Madeleine swooned before adding, “glamorous, yet sophisticated and classy, which is exactly what we’re looking for. Would she have time to meet with us now?”

Jill frowned. “I apologize, but she’s actually booked for the day, preparing for another wedding this evening. A busy lady that one is. Let me see what her calendar looks like.” She moved the mouse beside her laptop around and clicked a few times, pausing momentarily to scan the screen. “She’s free in the morning if you’re able to return then.”

Liam, who had been studying the glass wall that separated Jill’s office from the reception area and wondering why in the hell anyone would want to be watched while they worked, finally contributed to the discussion for the first time since walking in. “We’re actually leaving first thing in the morning.”

“Not until 9:30,” Madeleine hastily clarified. She continued cheerfully, “Tonight marks the official end of our engagement tour, and we’re wrapping up with a celebration in Midtown. We fly out tomorrow.”

“That's wonderful!" Jill replied. "Perhaps the two of you can stop in before your flight in the morning and meet Elaine personally and see if we can work out an agreement. I don’t think you’ll regret it,” she trilled, able to conceal the shameless desperation behind her words like a true professional.

Well schooled in body language and tone, Liam smirked to himself, able to hear it anyway.

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119 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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repo-net · 1 year

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Hi there, Monaca! 😁 I’ve got a question for you (or for Repo-net about you). How would Monaca rank her friends/the other Warriors of Hope? I’ve always gotten the feeling that Monaca and Kotoko actually don’t get along very well even if they act like besties and that Monaca isn’t nearly as close to Masaru as someone might think, for instance. Is that really the case? Thanks in advance & enjoy your blog takeover! 😉

(A/N: Happy April’s Fools too! I’ve gotten such a great laugh about this! Your Monaca post was so spot on that I thought it was some sort of suggested Tumblr post from a Monaca rp blog at first. And gosh you changed your blog theme and colors and everything! It’s impressive!! 😊 Given the current Monaca theme, I thought this would be a good time to ask this but please don’t feel obligated or anything. Cheers!!)

Hello, friend from another land! Thank you for taking the time to write such an interesting question to Monaca.

Hmm, it's been some time since I spent my day thinking about the other Warriors of Hope. My goal is a little further from theirs; and Monaca just has too much on her plate to worry about what antics the four of them get up to. That, and ranking them feels a little trivial and 'gossipy'. But, since you asked so nicely, I'll be happy to indulge you in a few secrets!

4. Jataro Kemuri

Mmm... I don't really have much to say about poor old Jataro, unfortunately. He's just... kind of there. And Monaca feels like he's happy with that role. He says a lot of super strange and random stuff, going on suuuuper long tangets, and all he ever talks about is us hating him.

Which, if he really wants us to believe that? Then Monaca will! It makes him happy, for some strange reason. You can blame his mother for that. Jataro's honestly just really gross and weird - like a worm! But one with value, at the very least. You can never have too many throwaway pieces at your disposal to buy time for yourself, after all.

3. Masaru Daimon

'Monaca's in love with Masaru and how cool, strong and brave he is!' ... That's what Masaru thinks our relationship is, anyways. I get the feeling he does a lot of the stuff he does in an effort to impress Monaca, which I don't particularly mind. But he just feels so needy for the spotlight and to be a 'hero'. He's really reckless and gets himself into trouble so very often.

Frankly, Masaru has his 'redeemable' qualities, if you'd like to call them that. He does care for everyone else in the Warriors of Hope and the other kids in the city in his own arrogant and boastful kind of way, but his motivations are just so fueled with pride of being the best. Monaca can see why he turned out the way he did, but really, I just think he's a little bit too plain.

Still, he's a devoted boy who will never back down from a fight. Monaca could ask him to go out there and fight every adult in the city with his bare hands and he'd probably be silly enough to do it. The 'bravery' and supposed 'courage' he has can be turned into a selfish foolishness quickly and easily.

2. Kotoko Utsugi

If Monaca had to be blunt about it, there's quite the gap between this poor girl and the boy sitting at number one. And even then, she's only up this high anyways because she entertains me in ways the other boys can't. Having someone I can actually talk to about girly girl stuff is a nice way to breathe and relax for once, y'see?

But Monaca knows what Kotoko is. She doesn't love Monaca because she thinks she's 'totally adorbs' and 'so kyuuute'. She loves me because she knows that I know everything that can set her off and turn that freaky facade of hers into a shattered mess in mere seconds. She might be able to fool everyone else, but not Monaca. I know what she really sees me as in the depths of her mind.

But she's more cunning and serves more uses to the grand scheme of things compared to the two pieces below her. Monaca still thinks she's a fraud of an actress, but she wouldn't say that out loud and break poor Kotoko's heart; unless the time finally calls for it and she needs to be disciplined for stepping out of line. Heeheehee...

1. Nagisa Shingetsu

Oh, pitiful Nagisa. It's a travesty; Monaca can see so much potential and talent in him to be something more than what he already is. He can be Monaca's smartest and most reliable soldier, able to handle any task his princess assigns him to because she knows he's capable of it. She expects him to pass every assignment she gives him. But Monaca just can't feel that way about him.

If nothing else; I do... feel amused and charmed by Nagisa's devotion. Out of all the Warriors of Hope, it's super easy to tell that he's more focused than anyone else in our group about the paradise. But his heart is too fragile and too easily manipulated. And that's... dangerous. Monaca knows Nagisa's one heartfelt talk with an adult away from possibly turning against us - and worse, against Monaca.

So... as endearing as Nagisa's obvious feelings for Monaca are and how much he'll do for me to shower him with the praise he's so incredibly reliant on... all I see are the makings of a potential traitor who can't see the world the way Monaca sees it. A shame that him being so obsessed with me is going to be what leads him to break. It'll only be a matter of time though, and he'll finally help me to realize my dream. Doesn't that sound nice, Nagisa? 💚

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chibi-sunrise · 2 years

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Everything I could find on Ana-Maria Marschner

The daughter of the second emperor of the Gildllan Empire. A sheltered child since birth, she grew up without any knowledge of the outside world and lacks even basic facts. When her father is killed in August’s coup, she flees the country with Charles. She later happens upon Raoul, Ed, and Lydie, and as she travels with them, she gradually learns about the world and its hidden truths.

Profile

Birthday - May 27, 982 Y.C.

Age - 16 (998 Y.C.) 17 (999 Y.C.)

Katana wielder

Height - 158cm

Right-handed

Theme Color - #d7003a

So, for the Adventurers, we’d actually recommend that you go in order of release or in order of record because this group forms one coherent story with their episodes compared to the other groups.

The order of release is Ed ep. 1, Ana-Maria ep. 1, Raoul ep. 1, Charles ep. 1, Lydie ep. 1, Ana-Maria ep. 2, Raoul ep. 2, and Ed ep. 2.

The order of record is Lydie ep. 1, Ed ep. 1, Ana-Maria ep. 1, Raoul ep. 1, Charles ep. 1, Ana-Maria ep. 2, Raoul ep. 2, and Ed ep. 2.

Some people prefer order of release because that’s how the story was originally told. Some people prefer order of record because Lydie’s ep. 1 takes place the earliest in the chronology, so it might make more sense to watch hers before anyone else’s. Order of release can give you some insight on how certain plot details were revealed while order of record is for those who want their story to feel less episodic. I think either order is fine.

Here’s the post on where you can watch the story.

But if you’d prefer to just watch every episode that Ana-Maria’s in, then here’s the list:

Episodes she appears in

Alexandra ep. 2 Pardon for Justice

Ana-Maria ep. 1 Leaving the Birdcage

Raoul ep. 1 The Self-Described Archaeologist

Charles ep. 1 One to Reach the Primordial

Ana-Maria ep. 2 The Little Lady’s Big Adventure

Raoul ep. 2 It’s Hard Being the Oldest

Edouard ep. 2 Requirements of a Hero

Event stories she appears in

Valentines Day

Event stories she’s mentioned in

April Fools Day

References and Miscellany

Video of her outfits/Mystic Artes (EN audio and text)

Some references for Ana-Maria’s outfits

Video of Ana-Maria’s Mystic Artes (JP audio and text) Scroll down for some screenshots of descriptions of her Mystic Artes

A tweet that pointed out the EN Tales of Luminaria Memorial archive is missing the 3D kid model for Ana-Maria that’s present in the JP Tales of Luminaria Memorial archive

A tweet showing Ed and Raoul’s dialogue with Ana-Maria during battle (JP audio and text)

JP Voice Collection

Her archive section

Favorite Dishes (excluding Noble dishes and Elixir)

Chicken Wing Skewers

Crispy Takoyaki *secret recipe

Food Cart Hot Taco Salad

Irresistible Yakisoba

Jantbelle’s Silky Smooth Tofu

Mabo Curry

Meaty Pan-Fried Dumplings

Odrgard-Style Keema Curry

Panthera Lord Festival Fried Cheese

Spicy Seafood Curry

Spicy Yogurt Rice

Squid Legs in Brown Butter

The Best Valentine’s Chocolate 2022

Hated Dishes (excluding expired event dishes and her own cooking)

Fermented Bean Spread

Green Veggie Drink

High Protein Fried Bugs

Leberspätzle Cheese Sauce

Level-10 Spicy Mabo Curry

Minaza Cod w/ Truffle Sauce

Nutritional Non-Perishable B

Pickled Mushrooms

Sea Cucumber Marinade

Silvayer Vegetable Terrine

Special Nutritional Drink

Veggie Bagna Càuda

#tales of luminaria #luminaria #Ana-Maria Marschner

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lulupen2023 · 1 year

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My very first BellDom Fic 12/23

Fun Fact: I've been trying at least 5 or 6 times to post also a het fic about them, but nothing works, LOL, it means that Tumblr just wants BellDom, well who can blame Tumblr? ;P so let's go on with this one

If you're reading, I hope you're laughing

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: Chris and Dom's reactions… and much more!

Chapter XII: No way!

After some seconds (maybe even some minutes) of silence, Chris is the first one to talk.

"What can I say, Bells? I guess it's way too soon..."

"Too son for what?" the singer narrows his eyes.

"For April fool's day, since it's just half January! Because this is a joke, isn't this? C'mon, it can't be anything but a joke!" the bassist snaps.

"No, it's not a joke. Wait, I got you. You are talking like that because it's still a work in progress, but..."

< Oh, my god, so he's not kidding at all. Note to myself: not always when Matthew concentrates and composes music he draws out something deep and spiritual!> Chris ponders, before striking back.

"Please, Matt, stop working on that project!"

"Do you mean that it's already perfect this way, so I don't need to work on it again and we can already start playing together and record it?" the frontman asks him hopefully.

"No way! Forget it, we'll never ever record that... thing!" his friend makes him desist.

"Alright! You think that it's mostly a live song to play just at the shows, right?" the other figures out, as he already approves that idea.

"No way! That would be even worse! Matthew, are you aware that you basically wrote an anthem against old people? Why do you hate them so much?" Chris wonders.

"I have my reasons!" Matthew grumbles.

"Just think about it. Let's suppose that an old person, I don't know, maybe a grandfather with his nephew, comes too see our show and you sing that... that so called song, too. How do you think he would react?" Chris tries to make him reason , with a patience that he ignores to have.

"There's no problem about that. They must not see our shows, it's simple. It will be enough to put all around some warnings." Matt suggests.

"So, tell me, what would you like to do? To plaster every place where we have a gig with tons of posters with the announcement 'The show is off limits to old damn geezers'?" Chris wonders ironically.

"No way! I would never do such a thing. I 'm not so rude and cold!" Matt comments horrified and Chris silently rejoices due to the fact that his friend seems to still have a glimpse of common sense.

"I mean, 'off limits' is such a hostile and unpleasant terminology, I could never use it. It's way much better 'Old damn geezers, we ask you cordially not to see this show. Thank you.'" Matthew adds.

Chris' temporary relief just fades away, immediately.

"You're right, Matt, this changes everything!" Chris mutters sarcastically ah he shakes his head in resignation.

"So, does it mean we can do it?" the frontman wonders, more and more hopeful.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Chris roars, exasperated.

Matthew grumbles something indecipherable and then he turns to Dominic who doesn't even seem to pay attention, since he's lost in his thoughts.

"Hey! You don't even want to tell me what you think about the song, do you?" Matt diverts his attention.

"Uh? Do you wanna know what I think about it? IT'S WONDERFUL! I like the way it begins, I like the way it ends, I like all the variations. I like the aggressiveness, I like the rhythm, I like the subject ... I like it all!" the blond declaims excited as his eyes sparkle with admiration towards Matt.

"So, why did you keep silent?" Chris points out, as he definitely gives up his chimera of convincing those two, or at least one of them, about how wrong, dull and wicked that kind of pathetic attempt to a song is.

"It's just because I was trying to play the melody in my mind. And you know what? I think I found the perfect moment to insert a drum solo that could go down in history!" the blond informs them, more and more enthused, just like Matt after that news.

"So, you like it for real!" he cheers happily.

"Of course I do, did you doubt about that?" the blond smiles at him.

"Uh. You two getting along irritatingly well and thinking the same about a matter. That's new!" Chris comments ironically as he rolls his eyes.

"See? It's two against one, and you know... majority wins! We're going to record that song, maybe even during this tour." Matthew insists.

"Never! Forget it! About the majority, we are even, because when I tell Tom about it he'll surely be on my side!" Chris informs them.

"Uh. You two getting along irritatingly well and thinking the same about a matter. That's new!" Dominic quotes his previous speech on purpose, chuckling with Matt, but Chris does the wisest things ever: he just ignores them.

"No, wait, that's even better, I'm sure the whole Warner records will be on my side, too. So, my dear guys, surrender, mine is a crushing victory!" Chris warns them.

"Can we at least place it as a b-side in the next single?" Dominic suggests.

"No way!" Chris strikes back.

"Not even as a b-side that's only available on the web?" the blond insists.

"No sodding, bloody, shitty way!" Chris adds to it.

"Uh, Matt, we haven't even asked you yet: how is it called?" Dominic gets curios.

" 'Inconveniences of the First Class'!" Matthew replies.

Chris and Dominic stare at him, astonished.

"It's such a long story..." he explains, rolling his eyes.

"I give up understanding you!" Chris announces.

"I like even the title!" Dominic grins.

"Correction: I give up understanding both of you!" Chris rolls his eyes.

All of sudden, Matthew's mobile gives out a tiny beep that gets louder and louder, until its owner turns it off.

"What was that?" Chris asks him.

"A reminder." Matt replies.

"Of course it's reminder, but for what?"

"It's girlfriends' time!" Matt explains, glancing at Dom who nods.

"Yeah, today it was your turn to set it up." the blond adds.

"What? How long have you been resorting to a reminder to call your girlfriends?" Chris wonders dumbfounded.

"Since we... tend to forget it." Matt admits.

"What? How can it be? I don't believe you. You shouldn't use a reminder; it should be your heart suggesting you to do that!" Chris states, being careful not to expose his poetic mood too much in order to defend his beloved reputation of 'macho'.

< If I had to listen to my heart, right now there would be only Dom and me doing tons of nasty things on the piano, no, wait, that's even better, on the drums! Why not? Maybe even on a guitar... uh, no, maybe it would be way too uncomfortable... and somehow extremely kinky, too! > the frontman ponders, looking at the drummer until their eyes meet.

< What does my heart suggest me to do? Matt, me and... handcuffs, handcuffs, HANDCUFFS!! Uh, ok, maybe it's not exactly my * heart* suggesting that! > the blond thinks as he smiles at him.

"Ok, let's call them, then. Chris, would you mind..." Matt asks.

"Uh? Oh, yeah, sure!" Chris realizes, walking towards the door.

"Hey, wait a minute. Why just me?" he protests, stopping.

"Because Dom and I will be too busy talking with our girlfriends to hear each other. Instead, you would just listen to the whole conversation ... and I don't like that." Matt explains.

"He's right. But you could just watch us, like we do with you." Dominic lets it slip from his mouth.

"What? Does it mean that you watch me as I talk with Kelly?" Chris frowns.

"Yes, we do, but just when we get the opportunity!" Matthew points out.

"That's right. Anyway, don't worry, we didn't see that filthy pic!" Dom winks at the bassist.

Too bad that Chris has not the slightest idea what he's talking about.

"Now, please, go." Matthew gently begs him, gesticulating, too.

"No way! When I have to call Kelly I'm always the one who leaves the room. So, you're gonna do the same!" Chris exhorts them.

"Besides, I can't trust you. You would even able to use it as an excuse to have the room at your disposal and record that bloody horror you can keep calling a song!" Chris accuses them.

"Do you really think so? I'm insulted!" Matthew mutters, outraged.

"I'm insulted, too. At least, give me time to memorize that song, before accusing me!" Dom adds.

"Anyway, this is not a problem. Come on, Dom, let's go, since Mr I-don't-trust-you doesn't want us to stay." Matt announces as he leaves the room with Dominic.

They close the door behind their back and walk through the corridor, heading to the exit.

They both stare at their mobiles in disbelief.

"C'mon, we can do it. It's just a matter of ten minutes." Matt states.

"Yeah. Ten minutes made of lies." Dom sighs unhappily.

"I don't like cheating on them, either. Anyway, we're going to face them, just not now, we already talked about it." Matt assures him with a soft tone and one hand on his shoulder.

"Ok, let's do it, then!" Dom agrees, as they take different directions.

"Matthew!" he calls him from afar.

"What?" the brunette turns to him.

"Didn't you forget a certain thing?" Dom pleads him, with a look that hides an invitation that Matt perceives as quickly as he accepts it.

As a matter of fact, he goes back towards the blond.

They take a cautious look around, but when they see that there's no one around, they hold their hands and share a short but very intense kiss. So much that they both moan their disappointment when they break it.

"Mm... now it's getting better!" Dominic smiles satisfied as they part from each other and go make the respective phone call.

Just like they had foreseen, ten minutes after they're back.

Dom takes place at the drum, Chris and Matt put on the shoulder straps of their instruments, but before resuming to play, Matthew has something to say.

"Uh, Chris, I have another idea about how to use that song." he hazards.

"Gee, Bells, why should you waste your time and breath to suggest me something that you already know I'll inevitably refuse?" Chris snorts.

"Well, at least listen to my idea first." the frontman insists.

"Ok. Spit out!"

"What do you think about placing it in our next album, as a ghost track, without even warning about that. Plus, we could make it start after something like, I don't know, forty minutes?" Matthew suggests.

"Who the hell would ever let a CD go on for *forty minutes* after what is supposed to be the *last* song?" Chris wonders, distressed.

"I would!" Dom declares proudly.

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Chris rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time.

"Anyway, NO! Not even if you made it start after * forty hours*. End of the bloody speech!" the bassist clears the point, irreducible.

Even if a bit bothered, Matt has already begun the intro of 'Assassin', but Chris stops him.

"What? Did I make any mistakes with the chords? I don't think so." Matt mumbles.

"No, it's not that. It's just that I forgot to tell you, after our show we're gonna stay to see the My Chemical Romance." Chris warns them.

"No! No way! Not again! We've already done that." Matthew protests.

"Listen, to leave after the second song it's not what I call to see a whole show!" Chris makes him notice.

"So, not only we're gonna stay, but after their show we will even have a dinner, all together. Their manager invited us and I agreed, just like Tom would do. And don't even start complaining!" he adds, turning to Matthew.

"Dammit! I think I'll need *a lot* of wine to face everything!" he thinks out loud as he sighs unhappily.

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The show at the Wolstein Center was great and the crowd welcomed them more than enthusiastically.

Anyway, no one has seemed to notice the way Dom and Matt kept eying each other up, not even Chris has noticed that, since he was too busy playing.

After all, he's kinda accustomed to see them close to each other; it's the most normal routine ever.

And after the show, under Chris' extreme control, Dom but mostly Matt have been forced to watch the whole performance of the My Chemical Romance, looking at a bunch of girls dressed in a dark way that jumped, yelled and got crazy whenever the frontman of that band went close to them.

And Matt's torture culminated with the dinner.

Just like he had foreseen, wine has kept company to him all time long... with the relative consequences.

"Now, tell me what the hell was wrong with you!" Chris scolds him in awe, as the cab brings them back to the hotel.

"Why? What did I do?" Matt wonders with all the innocence he can muster.

"What did you do?! Gee, do you think it was appropriate to start caressing the blade of a knife with a finger and then look at them , one by one, with a manic expression, aiming the knife in their direction and saying with a even more manic voice 'I guess we'll have lots of fun together!'?" Chris reminds him.

"I was just kidding!" Matt declares, even more innocently.

"It was fun!" Dominic states as he chuckles with Matt at the memory.

"But it wasn't fun for them. Poor dear guys, you scared the shit out of them!" Chris snaps.

"Phew! They just keep singing about death, darkness, blood, vampires, murders and death all over again... and they got so scared due to a simple little knife? Yellow-bellies, that's what they are!" Matthew snorts with a shrug.

"Maybe they sing about all this stuff just to exorcise their fears and that would explain their reaction!" Dom justifies them.

That makes Matt think about it for a while and then he jumps to another conclusion.

"Yellow-bellies and cheaters, too!" he asserts and both Dom and Chris don't even try to answer back.

The cab arrives to the Hotel and they walk towards the elevator.

After taking Chris to his room and after getting sure no one is in the nearby, Matt and Dom take each other by the hand and walk together until they reach the point where they should be supposed to depart.

It's enough with just one look to make them read in each other's eyes the same desire, to realize that that night will be * the night*.

The night to make something important happen.

The night to bring their relationship to an upper level.

The night to go much more beyond the kisses.

As a matter of fact, they both smile mischievously, asking each other the same thing at the same moment.

"Your place or mine?"

TBC

hope the links still works ...

As you can easily guess, next chapter will be utterly centred on BellDom, yaaaay! ^^

Don't miss it ;P

About this delirious chapter...

There were old pics of young Matt's serial killer attitude, but I can't find them right now sigh

It was creepy and funny at once and that's what inspired me for that part

I hope you had fun reading, but feel free to tell me anything, as always!

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cry baby

“enter lover boy”

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the events of the night prior left you and eren at your lowest, suffering together in your separate ways, except the universe sent you something to ease your pain.

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

❥ genre: rockstar!eren, modern au, high school sweethearts to toxic lovers, love triangles, drama, dark, angst, nsfw

❥ chapter warnings: 18+ dark content, toxic relationships, suicidal ideation, vomiting, masturbation [m,] cunnilingus, drug use, dry-humping, MDNI

❥ featuring: s4!eren jaeger x f!reader

❥ word count: 6.9k

❥ series summary: you used to be the muse to his lyrics, the reason he sang, but give a sick man enough money and soon you’re a pawn in his addictive cycle of love and destruction. everyone loves cry baby, but eren loved you most. he loved you as much as he fucking hated you.

a/n: very nervous to post this bc it means like... we're in this + the story is really starting. past the first chapter. phew, i hope you guys enjoy </3.

“Hey,” Eren beckoned, his gaze intense on yours. Though in denial of it, your heart flickered at the possibility of Eren whispering words of reconciliation to you, wanting to mend all of the broken bridges he burned.

“Hm?” you pushed for more, looking stupidly hopeful as your gullible eyes gazed into his careless ones. Your breaths froze as that devilish grin that made you feel like a damn fool crept back onto Eren’s guiltless expression, so much for your brief moment of naivety.

“Wanna do a line and then get the fuck out?”

Sent April 14th

Hey, just reaching out to see if you were okay! Last night was crazy… definitely not how I envisioned it going but I'm glad I met you :)

…

Actually, I'm really glad I met you. You probably don’t even remember honestly but, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.

I'd love to see you again sometime, sorry for being so forward. But if I don’t do this now then when, you know? haha

The click of your phone locking had never sounded more heavenly, an ounce of tranquility, that’s all you needed… a second to regain your balance. A slew of messages from your hazel-haired indulgence from the night before grew moldy in your inbox, sitting and waiting to be tampered with, for a response, for a like, a reaction, a something… from you. What your admirer wanted was you, but unfortunately your guts didn’t allow for cupid to play matchmaker just yet. The paresthesia pricking at your insides was currently treating your chest like it was a pin cushion, strike after strike, until you heaved all of the nothing that was left in you. Saliva coated your lips, the sickly substance dripping from your chapped skin, blotted with red lipstick, to the cold, ceramic rim of the toilet below.

“Fuck,” every word that fled your mouth was barren, holding no weight for much of anything or anyone anymore. Your chest jarringly heaved up and down, feeling like a ton of bricks were encasing your heart, with every inhale you had to lift them up, and with every exhale you had to release them while not letting them crush you. A ton of bricks. That’s what Eren left you with. A sense of worthlessness? Yes. But also a shit ton of fucking bricks, each one another strand of hay in the stack that he asked you to find a needle in. Your hands rose to your face to wipe the layers of sweat that were slick against your forehead, pulling your head back as you dry-heaved into the toilet bowl, the one that had been taunting you all morning with just how empty the water inside of it was.

Why was it empty?

Even in a state of illness your mind wandered to him. It wandered to him while you were retching your guts out, toxins leaving your body, though it seemed the only one you couldn’t shake was him. It wandered to him as tears littered your eyes, the dark skin underneath them swollen and puffy with melancholy. The tears he loved to put there so much. It wandered to him while your hands gripped at the edges of the toilet, knuckles straining as your stomach jolted… nothing came out of you. You coddled yourself, nurturing your sick stomach like you were a baby, you were sick to the touch and you couldn’t figure out why.

Why am I empty?

Eren… he took you last night with no regard. His hands wrapped around your neck with detestation, but your naive mind was still clouded by love. He knew it was. Tears welled in your eyes when you looked into the jade ones that fucked you and fucked you over mercilessly… with no regard. You took your own neck in your hands and sank into the floor, thumbs pressing against your esophagus, Hurt me, I can take it. You played, you moved your pieces, and you thought you could win. You couldn’t, not against him. There it was again… that ounce of tranquility… the one you sought out so desperately. You felt it while you struggled to breathe, though the hands that swallowed your neck this time were yours, not his. Would you finally understand what it was about inciting pain that felt so good? Because here you were… choking yourself, just in the way he did… and you were smiling while doing so, just in the way he did. The laugh that rolled off your tongue was cynical, relief washed over your body as you felt it… the second to regain your balance… and you felt it within the pain you inflicted on yourself.

Is this the feeling you chase Eren?

Is this what’s worth more than me?

Your body gasped for air, rising from your limp position on the floor, scatterbrained and searching for your phone. The numb feeling in your appendages made your phone feel like a pocket of air as your fingertips met the clammy screen, your moment of impulsivity was met with that sweet voice that so desperately wanted to help you take your mind off of things last night… maybe he could do it again right now. You just knew that you needed someone, anyone, with you right now.

“Hey… is this um… is this Jean?”

“Yeah? Who’s this… wait, it’s you-”

“I-It’s me… you know we um, we met last-”

“Hi… it’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Come over?”

He woke up with a headache that could kill, eyes permanently stained a deep red from his constant state of intoxication. A sharp pain pierced the back of his head, vision turning dark with vibrant splotches of color dancing around the room. Giving up on his mission to sit upright, Eren’s fingers fumbled with the back pockets of his jeans, sifting for the snow white powder to ease the pain that exactly that substance had caused him. The ceiling spun in circles, twisting and morphing, drooping down to his eye level then snapping back up, as he dipped his pinky into the tiny plastic baggie, lifting just enough coke on his fingernail to last him the morning. His lips curled around his finger, gums going dry as he wiped the powder across them, shoulders shuddering before settling back into the floor, letting the high hit him.

Lethargic eyes inched across the room, trying to identify where the body they inhabited took them last night. A smirk slid onto his lips when he noticed the stains on the couch that sat above him, white and crusty, he dragged a finger across them and chuckled, finally remembering the encounter he had with you the night before.

“Damn… did I really fuck you that hard?” He mumbled, voice straining as he hoisted himself up on his elbows, sweaty fingers skidding across the table. Eren sighed at the memory of you, he loved when you looked like that. All desperate, helpless under his touch, clueless and crying at how to salvage the relationship he ruined. The beauty that you were, with tears that sparkled on your face like diamonds, spit coating your lips like gold, your hair a mess atop your head, what a lovely crown he adorned you with. Popping a cigarette in his mouth and letting it sit there as he contemplated, was he sorry?

“No… it’s better for her that way…” he answered himself out loud, calloused fingers toying with the lighter as he cupped his lips, igniting the flame and illuminating his face a pretty orange as he took a hit of his smoke. Eren was entranced in thoughts of you, face solemn as he smoked his cigarette, drag after drag, the images of you drowning in hysteria as he wrapped his hand around your neck, crying that you hated him. The death-dealing piece of paper crumbled under his touch, knuckles gripping the smoke tightly in his hand while the tip lightly singed a spot on his palm. The palm that had come into contact with your face repeatedly the night before, while flashes of apologetic glances peeked through each impact, the sight of your watery eyes pleading for a halt to the chaos haunting his brain. You don’t hate me… you can’t… you don’t mean that.

Eren was shaken out of his daze with the shrill ringing of his phone, letting the cigarette fall to the floor as he licked the mark on his hand and picked up the call hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“Eren! Where the fuck are you? I said your flight was at 12:30… I texted you and even set a reminder on your phone… So why aren’t you here?” Eren pulled the phone from his ear to look at the time.

12:25

“Shit, yeah um… I forgot okay? Preoccupied and whatnot. Listen, I'll just take the jet… I’ll probably be in London an hour late but who gives a fuck right?”

“What? Eren, no! The European leg of the tour is the most important you know tha-”

His thumb abruptly met the red circle on his phone screen, “Fucking annoying,” he mumbled, much too fucked up to care about anything his assistant had to say to him. Just as he was about to lock his phone, he caught a glimpse of a message that had been sitting on his notification screen since yesterday afternoon… before he fucked that random girl.

Sent April 13th

Hey, thank you for the necklace. You know I have a hard time accepting gifts but it really is beautiful.

Don’t know what you meant by it but I’ll wear it everyday.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at your text conversations with Eren. Your stomach had finally settled as you sat in your bathtub surrounded by warm, soapy water, though the nausea was quite unshakeable. Jean would be in your apartment in a matter of minutes, whether or not it was a mistake that he’d be standing over your shaken, naked body you didn’t know. What was left to lose? Every bit of sanity had been ripped from your body from a man you thought would be your forever. You shakily reached over the tub to sift for the pack of cigarettes that you kept hidden under the toilet for moments such as these. As the paper stub sat between your fingers you admired it, if you smoked enough of these it would kill you. If it killed you… well, who would miss you? A chuckle fled your lips as your pruney fingers brought the cigarette to your lips, mind jerking out of it’s daze when you heard a rhythmic knock rapping at your door.

“I’m in here! It’s open!” You yelled out to the guest who you’d soon put a name to, you could only assume it was Jean by the way their feet crept gently into your apartment, careful to not disturb the lovely peace you were drowning in. Jean’s head peeked through the crack of the bathroom door, eyes following along the tiled floor all the way to your body huddled into a ball in the tub.

“Shit… shit! I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were-” He stumbled on his words, choking on his spit when he realized you were nude and in the solitude of your warm, embryonic haven.

“It's fine, lover boy! Not like a man hasn’t seen me naked before…” You teased with your lips suckling the end of your smoke, the frazzled man stood before you with a cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies in hand, looking at you in bewilderment. A look of amusement washed over your face and you bit your lip in confusion, “Is that all for me?”

“Yeah… you said you weren’t feeling good on the phone… so,” Jean's cheeks deepened into a red so potent he looked like a cherry. What was this you felt? Comfort? That’s something new, you thought, rolling your eyes. You weren’t used to romantic interests treating you so kindly. Your body suddenly felt bare in more ways than one in front of this kind suitor, you brought your knees to your chest to coddle yourself, unsure of his intentions. You built your walls back up as quick as they fell down when you snapped, you’ve seen this shit before.

“So what is it then? You wanna fuck me? Go ahead and get on with it then,” you spat sarcastically, self-deprecation seemed to be your only defense mechanism as of late. Standing up from the bathtub so your wet, naked body was on display for Jean, you took another hit of your cigarette as you drilled into his eyes. “Look at me,” you demanded. His eyes started at the floor below the bathtub, watching the way water spilled onto the tiles from your bold gesture. Then they moved up the curvature of the rusty tub, fixating on the orange grime that collected at the bottom of the white ceramic. His ears tinged red when he caught sight of your calves, covered in knicks from your poor shaving. They lingered on your thighs, soft and supple, dripping with soap, as he whispered your name, unsure of what you wanted him to do from there.

“Look at me, I’m right fucking here,” your voice stuttered, losing the slight grip of confidence you had garnered for a moment. You watched as his eyes widened when they skated over the curvature of your breasts, the way they sat pretty on your chest, covered in love bites from Eren the night before. “So? Are you gonna get what you came here for?”

“G-God no! N-not that… not that I don’t want to fuck you! But I’m not just here to fuck you- wait, I’m not here to fuck you at all! I would if you wanted but- I wouldn’t pressure you or anything! Not that I think that you’re only good to be fucked like… oh, crap… I think we could have a great conversation! Do you wanna talk-”

Jean shut up at the feeling of your lips against his, his hair taking in moisture as you tangled your wet fingers in his tresses, “Silence lover boy… give me silence,” you whispered into his lips, begging him to just shut the fuck up. His clothes slowly became wet with bath water as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your naked body against his. You kissed him and you waited. You waited for the lightbulb to go off. You waited to feel something and you waited for him to feel you back. His lips moved against yours but he couldn’t quite piece together what you wanted… you were used to your partners knowing exactly what you wanted. Lover boy, he was timid to the touch, and he was timid to touch you. Why didn’t he want to touch you?

“You can touch me you know…” you beckoned Jean to put his hands on you, but they stayed anxious at his sides. Frustration festered in the pit of your stomach, your ability to form a functioning thought blinded by confusion. He wasn’t moving. He was stagnant in place, desperately keeping his lips attached to yours, but his hands stood by his sides. Why? You felt tainted, like used goods, shriveled up and washed out after years of being worn down. Was that why? Your legs took you backwards, stumbling back into the bathtub and allowing your body to be swallowed by the water once more.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? You don’t even want to touch me? I’m just your fuck for today… and you don’t want me…” The words fled your lips with apprehension, hands rising to your face to wipe at your eyes until they turned red, “He didn’t even want me…” Cries racked your body as you sunk further into the water, until only your nose poked out of the surface. Your eyes opened slightly, Jean’s figure swirling above the water, his body morphing and folding into different shapes, the mundane colors of your bathroom mixing into one ugly, grey. You wanted the world to look like this- like it sat inside of a kaleidoscope forever, you wanted it to give you fiction and take away the cold, hard facts. The fact that Eren didn’t fucking want you, and now neither did the guy that you met less than a day ago. If not good enough for a measly fuck? Then what?

Jean inched towards your submerged body, reaching a hand out to your trembling figure and wrapping it around one of your wrists. “Hey… hey, it’s not like that at all, believe me… I wanna touch you, I’d love to- I mean I’d love to,” his voice sounded muffled from underneath the water. The pressure on your wrist tightened as he pulled your body up, drops of bath water slapped against the surface, trickling down from your hair and sinking into the ocean below you. The hazel eyes kneeled down in front of the tub to look into yours, bloodshot and burning from the soap that infested them, “but you’re in no place to have me touch you like that, I will when you’re okay-”

“I am okay goddammit! Why the fuck don’t I look okay?! I’ve never been better! I’m so fucking happy right now Jean!” There wasn’t a thing about you that read that you were okay, you were withering away slowly and you didn’t know how to stop it. You were sick, emotionally, mentally, and now physically. Every octave that your voice rose so did the bile that sat in your stomach. You screamed at him until your voice went sour, until your throat went dry, and until your fingernails couldn’t press into your palms for much longer. Jean watched as your body crumbled, piece by piece, laying yourself out in disarray before him. He didn’t know what the hell to do with you, this was much more than something a shitty cup of coffee and a cookie from the convenience store could fix. He watched as you tried to hold yourself together by a fine thread, convincing yourself that you were fine when you were evidently not.

“I’m sick, Jean… literally… I’m gonna-”

Jean flung back on the floor as you heaved over the bathtub, once again the contents of your stomach were empty. He looked puzzled, just as you look puzzled, both of you expecting a fine pile of whatever the fuck to come out of you. Your body clung to the edge of the bathtub, taking a desperate hit of your cigarette. If I smoke it enough, you thought, your body felt like it was on its last legs anyway. Your tears became a sea on the floor beneath you, a stormy, grey sea, mixing with the ash that you tapped off your smoke. “Jean,” you muttered through sweaty lips, spit coating your throat, thick while flem rested at the back of your tongue. He looked at you with soft eyes, he just didn’t know what to fucking do, but he looked at you. He saw you, and he made sure that you knew he was giving you his attention, lifting your chin so you’d acknowledge his concerned expression.

“Jean,” you mumbled again, voice barely making a sound though your lips moved for him, “I’m fucking ruined Jean… an unloveable bitch,” his grip on your chin tightened, “and I don’t know why the fuck you wanted to see me…”

Jean didn’t know what he was doing when he held your hand in his, he didn’t know what he was doing when he brought your knuckles to his lips, and he didn’t know what he was doing when he told you that you’d be okay, because truthfully he didn’t know if you’d be okay. Not when you sunk yourself into the bathtub with an imaginary anvil on your chest, not when he had to pull you back up only to watch you throw up absolutely nothing on to the filthy bathroom floor, and not as he watched you pull out your third cigarette since his arrival. He knew nothing about you, he just knew that he met you last night and that he liked you, and that you even looked pretty while naked and covered in your own sweat and spit, that’s how much he liked you.

“I wanted to see you, because I thought you were fucking cool… that's why. Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night…” your smile was weak through your sore cheeks, you didn’t like the way you felt. You didn’t like the way he was making you feel, like someone actually looked at you and decided that you needed help, and that they were going to be the one to give it to you. Eren never did it, at least he hadn’t for a while. It felt undeserved on your part, you weren’t worthy of an ounce of affection from Jean… but did you care? And the way he mended his lips to yours, not an ounce of disgust on his face but… warmth? That’s what you felt with his mouth moving against you, you felt warm, and you hated it. You didn’t deserve warm, you didn’t deserve anything. You were just an “ungrateful fuck,” or at least that’s what Eren called you before he showed you his twisted version of warm. Why couldn’t all warms feel like Jean’s warm?

“Jean… do I make you feel… warm?” You snickered, interrupting his brief display of affection towards you. His eyes searched yours for some type of clarification but he should’ve known better than to expect anything from you, at least not now.

“Do you make me feel warm?” You hummed, confirming that his understanding of your odd question was correct. Jean shifted his weight from one knee to another, legs growing numb from hovering before you for so long.

“I… no… not yet?” Exhaling through your nose, you grimaced at the awkward confession. Jean’s eyebrows furrowed as he returned your question to you, still unsure of what you were asking. “Do… I… make you feel warm?” He asked as your fingers lightly traced circles into his cheeks, grabbing them in either of your hands before offering him a sickly grin. The next words that came out of your mouth were a product of the angel on your right shoulder, while your thoughts were a product of the devil’s on your left. They were at battle for your intentions, turning your mind into a ruthless war zone.

Unfortunately, you do make me feel warm Jean.

“You do make me feel warm, lover boy…”

And I hate the feeling of warm.

“And it feels kind of nice,”

Though annoyingly enough, I don’t think you can help it.

“No one has ever been so… good to me?”

And I don’t really want you to make me feel warm for much longer, but right now I just need to feel something.

“Stay the night Jean… want you to make me feel warm again.”

One, two, three, four…

Eren’s eyes followed the ceiling fan of the men’s bathroom that he was cooped up in at the airport, counting the slow rotations of the wooden planks going around and around, dizzying his brain as he desperately tried to keep up with the rickety appliance. The phone in his pocket had been buzzing non-stop, calls from his team trying to figure out where the hell he was were muffled by the fabric of his jeans. He sat on the toilet and leaned his back against the cold tiles, trying to relax under the headache-inducing lights that shone blisteringly into the stall. He was thinking of you again, he wondered what you were doing and if you were thinking of him. He wanted you to be thinking of him. God knows he wouldn’t be able to live with the idea of you ever not thinking of him.

His boots remained glued to the floor as he let his nausea take over, hand wiping over his face, attempting to rid his mind of all memories he had of you. Your naked body ravaged his mind and wrapped around the deepest parts of his brain like ivy, neverending growth, the vines of you suffocating every thought he had. He slashed and slashed and slashed at you, everytime he took a leaf you gave him a thorn, and laughed while you watched it puncture the most sensitive parts of him. “Fuck you…” he mumbled, finally reaching for his phone, wincing at the bright leds of his screen.

11 missed calls.

7 voicemails.

“Eren! Are you at the airport? What time is your flight? Eren please… we won’t get mad… just-”

“Eren, you stupid fuck… please tell me you caught a flight… that’s the least your brain could manage-”

“Eren are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never met a bigger fucking piece of shit-”

“Eren… I don’t care if you fly here in a fucking freight plane… just get. your ass. to London…”

“Eren!”

“Eren…”

“EREN-”

“Shit!” His fist collided with the plastic wall of the stall, shaking the fixture and causing the weak locks on the doors to raddle. His long fingers raked through his hair while he leaned forward, seething into his palms. “Shit, shit, shit… I can’t fucking do this,” he felt sick whispering to himself and allowing his tears to finally fall. Eren didn’t cry, he didn’t like to cry because crying equated to being weak, and Eren didn’t like being weak. That was something you’ve known about him since high school, you could stab him in the back and stick a knife through his heart but Eren. Didn’t. Cry. Very rarely would he give himself the chance to, scaring himself out of it before the first tear could even fall.

“Don’t be a fucking bitch man,” his hands balled into fists as he rammed them into his head, over and over, until all the tears were knocked out of him. He held his breath and sealed his lips shut, don’t make a sound, he thought, if you cry they’ll think you’re weak. Thousands of faces laughed at him the night before, smiles taunting, ripping into his skin until all the weak poured out of him. He broke down because of you, he snapped because of you, why were you his trigger? No, it was because of that random fuck you kissed. The image of his lips on yours returned, making him livid, making him tug at his hair, making him keel over and retch into the toilet bowl. The sounds outside of the stall stopped momentarily, the sinks stopped running, the hand dryers stopped drying, and the footsteps stopped moving. Eren slapped a hand over his mouth, and cried silently into his palm, for that was the only thing that would ever get to see his tears. The only other one who ever saw him cry was you. You held his weakness over his head and dangled it there, and he chased you for it every time.

“You okay in there man?” A voice spoke through the stall and he whimpered. Eren whimpered and so he threw up again at the fact that he actually whimpered, beginning to knock at his head again with his fists. “Stupid… y-yeah I’m fine,” he spoke, trying to muster up all the confidence he could. And then the world resumed, as it always did. The world gave a shit about Eren for two seconds, he could stare all 7 billion people in the eyes and say “I’m fine,” while holding a gun to his head… and they’d keep moving. He said he was fine? Correct? But will he still do the show tomorrow? Yeah, he’s fine.

Eren hoisted himself back up onto the toilet bowl, wiped the bile off his face and laughed, “He’s gotta have a dick from the gods to be better than me…” He looked at his phone again, unlocking it with shaky fingers. He knew he shouldn’t, he was supposed to be letting you go, but he opened the messages from you back up.

Hey, thank you for the necklace. You know I have a hard time accepting gifts but it really is beautiful.

His mind wandered to the way that necklace bounced around your tits, his cock thrusting in and out of you mercilessly, not stopping for any ounce of hatred you spewed at him. The way the tears in your eyes sparkled, matching the set of diamonds that dressed your collarbones, the same collarbones he bit into, staking his claim on you because you were his. Not that fuck with the stupid brown hair and the dumb fucking face. Eren’s knuckles turned white as he gripped at his phone, hand shaking at the gentle message from you. You were always so gentle… come on just hate me back, he thought. Eren shifted his weight when he remembered that that very necklace still sat in his back pocket, feeble fingers sticking into the denim and pulling out the strand of diamonds set in 14 karat gold. He brought the hardware up to his lips and kissed it lightly, holding it there for a moment before inhaling your scent still on it. Warm vanilla.

“Fuck this,” Eren dropped his phone and trailed his hand down his pants, unbuttoning them and swiftly slipping his cock out, desperate to get himself off. He readjusted his position on the toilet, letting his head hit the wall behind him while feathering his fingers around the tip of his length, now standing erect after thinking of you. He hesitated for a moment, before wrapping his hand around the base to massage himself. He bit back moans, just as he bit back tears. He seethed and twisted as the metal flush dug into his back, tears slipping his eyes as he thought of you, his weakness. He thought of you underneath him, begging him for answers. He thought of you on top of him, moving your body in desperation to feel something even close to what you two used to have.

His face turned red in embarrassment, humiliated that he was crying over you, and while he was crying over you, he was fucking himself into his hand while pretending it was you. You. You. You. That was why he’d never fully shake you, your ivy grew quickly, an invasive species, festering and thriving off of his need to get rid of it.

“Ah… shit… get out of my head,” he begged, only making your thorns strike him harder. The more he pushed, the more he felt pulled to you. His movements sped up, legs sprawled out on the toilet, his knees hitting the walls as he thrusted his hips up. The obnoxious overhead lights taunted him once more, shaming him, and setting up a spotlight for a man that was fucking himself to the image of an ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t accept was an ex-girlfriend. Again he wondered what you were doing, again he wondered if you were thinking of him. Did he accomplish his goal? Did he finally push you away?

“I’m no good for you…” he whispered, tears pricking at his eyes, “...fuck baby, you’re making me cry…” And as Eren’s cheeks heated up, silencing his weak whimpers in the sweaty airport bathroom, he released. His cum dripped down one hand while the other gripped the ceramic toilet seat in anger. “Do you hate me baby? Please don’t hate me…” Because deep down, Eren didn’t want you to hate him. But he couldn’t stop hurting you, and for that, he’d fuck himself to the thought of you for a little while longer. Were you thinking of him? Did he consume your brain like ivy? Vines wrapping and tangling and tugging at your brain? One more time he humiliated himself, allowing himself to be weak, allowing your name to roll off his lips.

“Fuck ____, you feel so good… shit!”

“Ngh, yes… Jean, please, fuck, right there!”

Your fingers curled around his caramel hair while his mouth worked at your sensitive bud, his tongue gently toying with your clit, kissing the insides of your thighs every so often. For the last hour you’ve directed him in the exact motion you wanted him to go, grinding up in his mouth, while he pressed himself down onto you. Was it everything you could’ve asked for? No, but you wanted to forget and you haven’t thought about the curdling feeling in your stomach since Jean first put his lips on you. He was tentative, he was sweet, he was slow, all things Eren lacked. Eren wasn’t afraid, Eren moved like he needed you, Eren gave things to you quick, all things Jean lacked. But every time Jean looked up at you with those gentle eyes to ask you if you were “okay” and if you “felt good,” your heart couldn’t help but be tugged in every possible direction.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, nodding down at him while trying to hold back tears, he pinched at your thighs softly, “I’m okay,” you assured him, “keep going… please.” Your stomach twitched when he put his tongue back on you, swirling the tip around your puffy clit. You took one of his hands in yours and brought it to your hole, begging him to penetrate you, to drive you over the edge and then once you fell, bring you right back up again. Putting a finger under his chin and lifting his face to look at you, “I’m not gonna break Jean,” you muttered with a tinge of annoyance, much too little for him to pick up on. He offered you a comforting smile before putting his tongue back on your heat, this time adding his middle finger, curling it and moving it inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s it Jean… that’s it…” You cried, missing the feeling of someone pleasing you so tenderly, missing the feeling of someone who actually cared. Did Jean care or was he just incredible at pretending? The sheets of your bed stuck to your back with sweat, a sudden feeling of unease washing over you. The fact that you truly didn’t know Jean let alone what the fuck his intentions were with you prodded at your brain as he prodded at your insides. Jean stood inches away from you while you puked just a bit ago and now here he was at the foot of your bed pleasing you like nothing happened. So what the fuck did he want from you? Your moans grew silent as your body instinctively pushed his fingers out of you, “Jean… wait.” He listened. He heard your pleas and he listened. So you began to cry again, naked, baring yourself to him completely for the second time that night and he still showed no inclination to leave. You laid in a state of shock as Jean closed your legs and took your hand in his, why did he have to hold your hand?

His fingers caressed yours, he pulled a blanket onto your body and he sat next to you, allowing you to gather your thoughts. He gave you a moment of peace… that one you searched for so desperately. Only this time you didn’t find it in hurting yourself. You shielded your eyes with one of your arms and let your tears fall, Jean winced at the way your lips quivered, the way your breathing grew ragged and the way you were digging your nails into your palms so aggressively he thought you would draw blood. “Jean… I’m sorry,” you apologized. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting some contrived answer, something to just shut you up, but all you felt was his hand on yours. He gently removed your arm from your face and unfolded your fingers before thumbing at your palms, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

He was being so good to you, so why couldn’t you fucking feel anything? You wanted to fucking feel something. “Jean… I wanna try again…” You insisted, growing frustrated with yourself for lacking so much emotion. All he could do was stare while you crawled onto his lap and put your lips on his, “Please… help me feel something Jean.” And because Jean was a good man, because he wanted the girl he liked to like him back, he agreed. His eyes searched yours for any ounce of interest but felt his heart drop when he saw none, but he would keep trying because he wasn’t lying to you when he said that you were “fucking cool.” He inhaled sharply, trying to hold it together for you as you moved against his clothed crotch, searching for that ounce of something you desired. He was sure to help you find it as he gripped your hips and helped you, circling them closer and closer to his aching length. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, panting against your lips and god, did he look beautiful. His cheeks flushed the perfect pink, his eyes glazed over with adoration, why did he adore you again?

“M’hm… I-I feel it Jean,” you lied as you felt the knot in your stomach about to burst. Your face dug into his neck while he placed a hand on the back of your head, “Shit… I feel it Jean.” You didn’t, but you wanted to, you wanted to feel it so badly, he wanted that for you too. Jean’s timid panting in your ears drove you up to the edge, his hand guiding you against him knocked you over it, but when you came down that's when it stopped. You took his face in your hands and kissed him harshly, cheeks heating up at how carefully he kissed you back.

That’s when you felt it.

No, you didn’t feel that something.

You felt a pile of vomit rise from your throat all too quickly, only being able to watch in embarrassment as it landed on Jean’s shirt, your hands desperately trying to catch it. His eyes rolled and he held his breath, throwing you to the side of the bed and running to the bathroom. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sink, frantically heaving, waiting for his own bile to emerge from the depths of his stomach. If terror had a picture next to it in the dictionary it would be one of Jean’s face at that moment. His face flushed white and his head felt like it was on fire, heaving into the sink a mess of convenience store chocolate chip cookies and shitty coffee.

“Jean! Oh my god… I’m so…” What the hell could you even say at that moment? For the second day in a row were your hands banging on the door of a lover trapped inside and it was tiring. Albeit this time your hands moved thoughtfully, less with undying rage, but now with concern, hoping that Jean was okay. As you pressed your ear to the door you heard him, he took uneven breaths while turning the sink on, sniffing up all the snot that left his nose. “Jean, please…” For once you felt you had something good, but you were so used to screaming, screaming with no goal, with no end. But now you had to be gentle, there was no room for screaming, because on the other side of that door there was a guy that gave a fuck, and it was your turn to give a fuck about him back. The lock clicked open as you reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly and peeking your head through. He was a mess, covered in tears and puke, and guilt washed over you as you remembered how he arrived at your apartment. He was smiling, his voice sang, and he brought you fucking cookies, oh god, what were you doing?

You walked straight up to him and put your lips on his, peeling his muddled shirt off and resting your palms on his stomach. “I haven’t cleaned my mouth,” he mumbled, but you kissed him harder. “It’s okay…” you fought back, just letting him feel you, and actually you, for the first time the whole night. You wiped your thumbs over his cheeks, ridding them of the tears that had no right being there. “Give me another chance,” you pleaded, “I’ll try… okay?” He nodded like you’d just told him he won the lottery, because in his mind, he did. His hands ran over your body like you were a work of art, like you would crumble at his touch if he lingered anywhere for too long. He touched you like you meant something and it was hard for you to accept it, you didn’t feel like you were worth much to anyone. But you also felt butterflies rise in your stomach… were they butterflies?

They weren’t. And for the third time that night you puked, groaning as you held onto Jean’s arms and letting the vomit pool onto the floor between you two. Falling to your knees and feeling your jaw shudder, your body froze when you felt Jean’s hand rest on your head. Was he serious? How much could he take before he decided that you weren’t worth it? In that moment Jean gave you comfort… and your eyes widened when he leaned down in front of you and… smiled. He wiped the sweat off your face with his hand and threw a towel over the mess, picking it up and walking it over to the kitchen to throw it out. And all you could do was sit there, naked on the bathroom floor, frozen, finding it hard to accept Jean’s acts of selflessness. He gave you warm.

And even though Jean meant well in giving you all the warm in the world, you feared that you’d already grown addicted to a type of cold only Eren could give.

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wonder-kid-pugh · 3 years

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This isn't Funny - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Not really up to my usual standard but I thought I would post it anyways? Hope you like it.

April 1st also known as the worst day of the year for Rose Lavelle.

The day was just an absolute pain for the midfielder. It didn't help that being apart of the Uswnt also meant putting up with the multitude of pranks that you risk the chance of stumbling apun. Being teammates with people like Sonnet, Kelley and Pinoe didn't help either.

But they were nothing compared to Y/n

Y/n L/n, Rose's beautiful, lovely girlfriend was the worst prankster on the team. No one was safe from her pranks not even Rose herself. Rose was able to reel her in once they started dating minimizing the amount of pranks she pulled. She was able to keep her in line with the threat of no cuddles or kisses. It did help that Y/n's love language was touch and she would absolutely die if she didn't get her daily cuddles from her girlfriend.

But April Fool's was an entirely different story

April fool's day was the only day she had complete uncontrollable reign over her pranks. Within reason. Rose wasn't that dumb to not to set some ground rules. So when this camp happened to roll around on April 1st it was safe to say that everyone was on high alert for one of Y/n's pranks.

Rose gently cracked open the door to the meal room. She pushed open the door fully before quickly stepping out of the door frame. But she scrunches her face when nothing happens. "It's all clear!" She hears someone inside the room.

Rose pokes her head in to see the majority of the team are down eating breakfast. Rose walks in septical of the lack of pranks, "Nothing?" Becky shrugs, "We already checked the entire room as far as we know it's prank free". Rose frowns before shaking her head, "That's not possible. Y/n loves classic pranks there's no way she didn't at least put a bucket above the door or something!"

"Maybe she slept in too late to set it up" Alyssa suggests sipping her coffee. With a quick scan of the room Rose shakes her head again, "She was already gone when I woke up I thought she would be down here". Carli hums, "Now that you mention it. It does seem too quiet down here". Christen sends the midfielder a reassuring smile, "I'm sure she's fine Rose. I'd say she's just setting up some elaborate prank to pull on the team". Rose hesitantly nods, "Yeah probably".

Waving goodbye to the older players of the team she quickly grabs some food before heading over to her usual table. "Hey Rosie" Mal hums as she sits down across from her. "Hi" she says back while digging into her scrambled eggs. "Where's the devil you call a girlfriend?" Kelley asks.

Kelley, Sonnet, Pinoe and Ash were common targets of Y/n's pranks. Purely because when she first joined the team they saw her as the perfect target for their pranks. So Y/n saw this as payback and as it as justice for all the times they pranked the rest of the team. Rose secretly knew it was because she was staking her claim as best prankster on the team but she wouldn't tell them that and start a prank war because that wouldn't end well for anyone.

Rose bites the inside of her cheek, "I don't know..." Lindsey groans, "She's probably out setting up all her pranks for today". Mal pouts, "I hate April Fool's Day. I somehow always stumble into one of her pranks".

She did. She always somehow finds a way of walking into one of Y/n's pranks meant for someone else by accident. Like the time she borrowed Lindsey's hairdryer only to get a face full of flour.

They started strategizing straight away. It was common knowledge that Y/n loved classic pranks, all the old school ones. She always made sure to pull at least one every year. But then she always upped the antee with a more elaborate prank which would leave the team in stitches on whichever poor soul happened to stumble into it.

But as they started discussing ways of avoiding Y/n's pranks, Rose couldn't help but feel nervous. By the sounds of it no one had seen the forward yet today and that didn't sit well with Rose. Hoping to ease her nerves, she texted her hoping to at least know she was okay wherever she was. But as it was getting closer to the end of breakfast and there was still no sign of her and still no text telling her whereabouts, that's when Rose started to freak out slightly.

"You okay Rose? You seem really fidgety today?" Alex asked as she passed the midfielder who kept glancing at the door. Rose bites her lip, "I'm fine it's just I haven't seen Y/n all day". Alex gives her a small smile, "I'm sure she's fine she's probably setting up some pranks somewhere". Alex balances Charlie on her hip, "I just hope she doesn't have anything planned for me". Rose waves her off, "She doesn't. She said she didn't want to risk Charlie getting caught in the crossfire and thought you earned a break with your pregnancy and all". Alex grins and at the mention of Y/n, Charlie started to gurgle happily while clapping her hands.

Kelley whines, "What? That's no fair!" "Just because Charlie has Y/n wrapped around her finger..." Sonnet grumbles. Rose rolls her eyes at the two but Alex purses her lips. "Now that you mention it, it is weird...Y/n promised to take Charlie today while I organized some business stuff" Alex say to Rose. Now this causes Rose to frown.

One thing that everyone knew was that Y/n adored Charlie. She absolutely loves the child. She was always the first to volunteer to babysit her to give Alex some time off. And Charlie was always happy to see Y/n. It was extremely cute to see the two interact and it was clear that Y/n would do anything for the littlest Morgan.

And Rose wasn't going to lie, seeing Y/n with Charlie gave her major baby fever and found it extremely attractive.

Now this causes Rose to frown, "What? That doesn't make sense. Y/n never misses a chance to play with Charlie..." Alex shrugs, "All I know is Y/n said she would take Charlie after breakfast". This didn't ease any of Rose's nerves.

Mal sends her friend a reassuring smile, "I'm sure she's fine Rose. Maybe she just forgot. You know how she gets on April Fool's". Rose sighs, "Yes but she would never forget about hanging out with Charlie. And she still hasn't answered any of my texts".

"Okay how about this. We give it an hour and if Y/n still hasn't shown up, we have a look around for her" Sam proposes. Rose bites her lip but nods, "Fine".

But one hour turns into two and Y/n still hadn't showed up. And even after searching the entire hotel, none of the team had found their missing teammate. "Nothing?" Rose asks as Christen, Tobin, Becky and Alyssa, the last group walk in. But they all shake their heads. "Sorry Rose still no sight of her" Tobin sighs.

"There isn't even a sign of a prank anywhere" Pinoe frowns. "That's unheard of for Y/n" Crystal comments. "She still won't answer her phone" Tierna sighs after trying to call the forward again. Everyone was quiet wondering where their lost teammate could be.

"Okay hear me out" Sonnet starts causing everyone to look at her, "could this be some complex prank Y/n planned? To get us all worried about her 'missing'" But Rose was quick to answer.

"No she wouldn't do that. She loves pranks but she wouldn't take it this far" Rose says adamantly. "Has anyone tried her apartment?" Christen asked. They all look between each other.

Christen sighs, "Okay let's go". Rose bolts up and is already out the door before anyone could stop her. Thankfully camp was in Utah this month. And due to Y/n playing for the Royals she had an apartment here for during the season.

Rose had a spare key just in case of emergencies which she decided this was one of them. But even as they walked in, Rose already knew she wasn't there. Y/n had a thing with silence. She grew up in a house with 4 brothers. She never got a bit of peace and quiet. She hated silence. It's a reason Y/n always carried earphones with her. When things get too quiet she starts playing music to fill the void. So when Rose walked into a quiet apartment she knew Y/n wasn't here.

Rose takes this time to try and call her again. But she sighs when the call rings out and goes to voicemail. When the voicemail beeps Rose sighs and rubs her temple, "C'mon Y/n this isn't funny anymore. I'm really worried about you. Please call me back". She ends the call and looks around the apartment for any clues where her girlfriend could be.

Christen and the others just send her sad looks though when they search the entire apartment but find no trace of the girl. Rose felt like tearing her hair out.

But then her phone rang

She didn't even check it before she was fumbling to answer it, "Y/n?!" But instead of the cheerful voice of her girlfriend, she heard a woman speak down the phone, "Is this Rose Lavelle?" Rose squeezes the phone tighter, "Yes this is she". "I'm calling as you are the emergency contact for Y/n L/n. She was brought in earlier today for a head injury".

Rose clasped her hand over her mouth trying to stop the gasp from leaving her mouth. "Is she okay?" "She's okay. A little roughed up but she'll be fine". Rose lets out a small sigh of relief, "What hospital?" After finding out what hospital she was at and telling the team they were quickly off again. Rose was already jumping from the car before Tobin had even come to a complete stop.

Rose rushes up to the reception, "Uh hi I'm the emergency contact for Y/n L/n. I got a call she was here?" The nurse nods and checks the computer before smiling at the midfielder, "If you would follow me".

Rose followed closely behind her. When she walks into the room she sees Y/n smiling dopely at her, "Hi!" Rose stares at her stunned for a second before she takes three quick strides to her girlfriend.

"Ow!"

Y/n pouts as she rubs her arm that Rose just hit, "Why would you hit me? I'm literally in a hospital!" Rose sniffles as she slaps her arm again, "Do you know how worried I was? Why haven't you been answering your phone?" She frowns as she takes Rose's hand in her, mostly to make sure she didn't hit her again, "My phone is shattered I couldn't answer it the screen was too destroyed".

Rose's eyes drifted up to Y/n's forehead to see stitches above her right eye and a bruise blooming on her jaw. Her hand lifted up to touch her forehead but Y/n flinched away. Rose frowns, "What happened?" Y/n pursued her lips, "I was jumped when I went out this morning to get supplies for April Fool's".

Rose frowns as her hand grazed over her bruising jaw but this time she doesn't flinch away and instead nuzzles into her touch. "I'm sorry for worrying you" Y/n whispers kissing the pad of Rose's thumb affectionately. Rose shakes her head, "I'm just glad your okay".

Y/n grins at her girlfriend, "I know it looks bad but I totally kicked their asses". Rose couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sure you did babe". Y/n raises an eyebrow, "Seriously I totally had them. They got lucky that there was two of them and they caught me off guard. Otherwise it would be them here and not me". Rose giggles and kisses her forehead gently, "Whatever you say tough guy".

"You know we would have enjoyed our prank free day if we weren't so worried about you" Sonnett teases. Everyone laughs while Y/n pouts, "I can't believe I missed April Fool's Day! I had so many good pranks planned!" The older players shook their heads at her while the younger players silently cheered at they wouldn't fall victim to her pranks.

"I know you missed April Fool's Day but I might know something that would cheer you up" Alex says stepping forward. Y/n's smile immediately brightens as she sees who sees the small child in Alex's arms, "Charlie!" The littlest member of the Carrasco Morgan Family gurgled and babbled happily and made grabby hands at the forward.

The team watch as Y/n blows a raspberry against the child's cheek causing her to sequel. They watched happily as their now found teammate plays with the small child. Rose couldn't stop the smile spreads across her face as she watches her girlfriend play with Charlie. She couldn't help but think how great Y/n was with kids. Even though she scared the shit out of her today.

The one thing Rose did know was Y/n would be a great mother.

#rose lavelle imagines #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines

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wheikouo · 3 years

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HELLO! WELCOME TO MY CONTINUATION OF MY DISNEY AU POST! Today I will be talking about what the SBI and Bee duo do in the park

SBI + Bee duo:

Phil

- He works with kids! :DD (school tour guide)

- Oh and he also mains the candy stores and food venders

- He’ll sneak sad kids lollipops and free treats just to make them smile

- MUMZA COMES AROUND! They are literally the cutest thing

- On April fools he dressed up as the fairy godmother

- is a God for knowing the recipe for dole whip

- Will make you hydrate, with your own will or not

- “Mate you can’t keep coming around and asking for more churros, you actually need to pay for them”

- The bench trio annoys him whenever he works.

Techno

- Works at the haunted mansion because the man is built for the ride.

- Literally stands there and doesn’t smile (he scares a bunch of children even tho the man has long pink fricken hair)

At one point tried to summon actual ghosts cuz he knows the place is actually haunted

- “Attention guests, stay within your buggies because we are always experiencing supernatural activity. If you move you might die.”

- “Techno you can’t say that!”

- “My apologies, if you move you will die.”

- Is forced to sub in for the role of ariel (this has happened more than once and it’s the most hilarious thing that happens)

- Chills with Phil whenever he’s on break

Wilbur

- is a character actor and performer, he takes his job Seriously.

- The man plays a bunch of characters, most notably; Flynn Ryder, Prince Charming, and Loki

- He gets thrown into a bunch of roles because of how flexible he is with acting

- The man is dramatic af and he loves every single second of it.

- When he was first recruited he did street performances with Tommy

Tommy

- This boy is flexible af, with the amount of energy he has and the fact that he is also an extrovert means that he can work in basically anything

- Has probably been in every position ever

- He subs in for the role of star-lord and also Luke sky-walker when needed

- He did street performing with Wilbur before being forced to mascot for a bit

He absolutely hated it

- “How the hell can you do this 24/7 dream, it smells like crap in there!”

- “Eh you get used to it”

- His favourite job has to be street performances

Ranboo

- Boo boy over here is a character attendant, he walks characters around in costume and makes sure nothing goes wrong

- He’s an actual soft boy but because of his height he is intimidating enough for people to not mess with him and the character he’s with

- He has been offered the cast of groot because of how tall he is but immediately said no and went for attendant because of social anxiety

- Has dragged his friends to the break rooms multiple times because of heat stroke and other heat related things

- He doesn’t know what else to do apart from stand

- *ranboo agreement noises and nodding*

- Usually gets paired of up Tommy or tubbo because jimmy knows he’s the most comfortable with them

- Absolutely loathes the song ‘let it go’

Tubbo

- Does street performances but often opps for character roles

- He plays spider man, Peter Pan and occasionally the Cheshire Cat

- Whenever he plays Spider-Man he always does cool stunts and stuff to get kids pumped up (he’s an ex trampolines man)

- He acts like a completely different character as Cheshire Cat- like seriously it’s terrifying to see his change in personality

- He is a little gremlin as Peter Pan.

- Often duets the song ‘let it go’ with Tommy

And that’s the SBI + Bee duo jobs! :DD I have the rest of the dsmp ready to go, just gotta draw them ^^ BTW THERES NO ANGST. THIS AU IS PURELY FOR CRACK, FLUFF AND SHENANIGANS!!

#art #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #philza #technoblade #wilbur #SBI #bee duo #DSMP WORKS AT DISNEYLAND #Disney au #Disneyland

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dani-of-the-cosmos · 4 years

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~what bothers the signs~

<3 use your dominant sign, sun, moon, rising, mercury, mars, or venus <3

aries

trump supporters. ants in their bedroom. people who cling onto the past and don’t give them the chance to change. when guys comb their hair too neatly and end up looking awkwardly posh. teenage boys in general. their mom. “because i said so”. fake-humble people (fishing for compliments). when people harshly insult themselves in hopes that someone will say “aww no you’re not!” possessive friends who get mad when they spend time with anyone else.

taurus

when the shower water turns cold because they’ve been in there too long. being told to hurry up. teachers who try too hard to be friends with their students. when astrology posts act like their only personality trait is eating a lot. carelessly flirty people. when people romanticize recklessness. “idk, just because”. when their friends cancel plans at the last minute. flaky people in general. people who change their mind every day. unreliable people who act in unpredictable ways (taureans need to be able to fully trust you). shitty service at a restaurant

gemini

“ok then”. math. passive-aggressive people who remind them of their past mistakes, and force them to re-state their apologies. being left on read. feeling a mix of guilt and indignation when someone isn’t treating them right. being so self-aware that it turns into frantic defensiveness. strict routine. dry texters. “umm i don’t know how to respond to that.” feeling controlled by an outside force or person. relentless creepy men who repeatedly dm them after being told to stop 3 times. slow walkers.

cancer

attention whores. “get over it”. “life isn’t fair.” “tough shit.” people who don’t remember the pain they caused them in the past; who expect them to just move on. people who leave in the middle of a texting conversation. loud, spitty chewing. awkward butt-touching. when people question their motives and intentions (this will make a cancer extremely stressed). when their friends are too busy to make time to listen to them vent. when people try to act “alpha” and make a big deal about themselves. people who are able to switch off their emotions and freeze them out

leo

when someone tells the same story over and over again. pimples. when people don’t point out how particularly hot they look that day. that sickly cold feeling on a cloudy early morning. one-uppers. people who raise their hand in class to read from the textbook and then speak at the speed of a snail. people who act weirded-out when they compliment them. fake baby-voice. when people step on their white shoes. “you have so much potential, if only you’d apply yourself”. repetitive throat clearing. “you’re so annoying”

virgo

feeling like an afterthought. people who don’t practice proper oral hygiene. when people talk too close to their face (if you want a virgo to hate you in .02 seconds, just start whispering directly into their face without having brushed your teeth that morning). when they can’t tell if their crush’s personality is just flirty, or if they’re interested in them back. being sweaty. girls who wear too much perfume. sleeping in the same room as someone who constantly shuffles the blanket around with their legs. “it was a joke, chill”

libra

people who think it’s cute to constantly point out “well this is awkward”. self-proclaimed “brutally honest” people who put on their dating profile that they’re “fluent in sarcasm” (basically unresolved feelings of aggression showcased as a “bad bitch” persona). people who don’t wear deodorant. super loud people who need to make every situation about them. when a person never initiates a conversation, so they have to always do it. the inner conflict of not wanting to put up with people’s toxicity any longer but also not wanting to piss people off by saying anything. online shopping sites that load too slowly

scorpio

straight tiktok. fake people who smile to your face and then shit on you behind your back. people who try to be funny by doing things like tapping them on the shoulder and pretending it wasn’t them, or having an unannounced staring contest. catcalls. people who get super uncomfortable really easily. when someone makes a superficial judgement about them without getting to know them first. self-pitying people who try to guilt them into dating them.

sagittarius

“shhh!” feeling like a nuisance. people who get offended when they curse. people who are overly secretive and protective of their phones. youtuber apology videos. when someone thinks their interests are “cringey”. when someone spoils the end of a movie, book or tv series. when their family leaves balled-up hair on the shower wall. people who don’t take them seriously. old people with superiority complexes. their dysfunctional family dynamic. mockers

capricorn

people who purposefully fart near them and think of it as a joke. april fool’s day. their uncle. fake-deep quotes. edgy posts (like “at the end of the day nothing matters” and other stuff like that). when people invalidate their problems by quoting vague, condescendingly positive philosophies. when they can’t find a misplaced belonging (capricorns FREAK OUT when this happens; it’s intense). waking up late and not having enough time to complete their perfectly crafted routines.

aquarius

people who attach emotions to every little situation. people who don’t straight-up state how they’re feeling, and passive-aggressively expect them to just “get it”. when people guilt them for not hanging out with them every waking second. people who don’t honor their need for independence and individuality. clingy people. close-minded bigots. people who are so self-centered that they’re unable to see the magnitude of others’ suffering. when someone is blissfully unaware of the world. people who complain and wallow in their sadness yet who do nothing to change their situation. people who overreact to trivial things. highly reactive people. judgmental stares.

pisces

“are you seriously crying about that?” coarseness meant to be perceived as “cool”. people who are so sarcastic to the point of it being offensive. when people think of animals as less valuable than people. spiritual superiority (”my beliefs are the only right ones”). perfectionists. timed tests. trying to do push-ups. when someone invalidates their emotions because they’re “not logical”

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COMMISSION: Joker/Akira/Ren x Reader Part 1

Thank you to the client for commissioning me! This is gonna be a long one! I love Joker and Persona 5 is my second favorite fandom after Danganronpa! Exctied to be working on this.

Around 2.6k words, SFW, SLOW BURN romance friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, anyone can enjoy it and place themselves as the reader! - Admin Myah

Shujin Academy could be silent as the grave in the earliest hours of the morning, and yet seem so deafening. It was almost guaranteed that at least thirty new rumors were spreading throughout the student body at any given time, and the overwhelmingly hostile environment that created made the air heavy. With all the teenage angst, hormones, hatred, circles of venomous malice, it was no wonder so many loners could be spotted on academy grounds. That’s just how it was at Shujin: you either had a clique, or you had no one. It was no surprise, then, that you simply kept your head down, minded your business, and got to know no one. Miraculously, though, gossip abound about you still, at least two or three preposterous examples of hearsay and stories. But hey, what could you do? That was in all actuality, pretty low for a single Shujin student. God help the students who actually did make their opinions known, express themselves through clothing and cosmetics, and dared to swim against the current.

You shuffled through the first floor, the absolute blandness of that April morning perpetuating your usual routine: arrive at Shujin, check your locker, scribble down any notes and ideas that came to you in your dreams last night to put into your next short story, and of course check for new posts in the group chat, where your only friends resided. You wouldn’t be caught dead associating with anyone here at the school, it would simply be mental and social suicide, and quite frankly, you didn’t have the constitution for that.

Peeking up for a split second to avoid any collisions, you quickly slid to the left and ducked into a nearby alcove, successfully escaping the gaze of the oncoming wall of muscle and testosterone that was Coach Kamoshida, the plague of Shujin Academy. It was the best case scenario that Kamoshida remained ignorant to one’s very existence, for even those on his good side suffered the consequences. He strode by, shoulders wide and chest puffed out, scanning the halls for girls to harass or boys to intimidate, and once the coast was clear and he was a safe distance away, his back facing you, you dipped back out of the rather dusty corridor and back into the light, immediately slipping back into an almost mechanical daily ritual. It took mere seconds: phone screen unlocked, group chat opened, notebook slipped snuggly back under armpit.

“C’mon, man!” An obnoxiously loud voice rang out above the typical tinnitus-like buzz of the hallway, and suddenly your shoulder was thrust forward, body flying to the ground with a forceful shove on the shoulder.

“Aaagh!” Your voice cracked as your knees buckled and you collided roughly with the wooden panels below, your smartphone soaring out of your grip and clinking against the floor. Thank goodness your notebook was safe, at the very least. People gasped and turned to look at the spectacle, including Kamoshida himself, who’d just reached the end of the hall.

“Sakamoto! I see you running in the halls again, I’ll write you up!” He just always had to say something, let the general student body know he was in charge. He cared far more about sounding rough and tough than making sure the student who was just steam-rolled was uninjured. He pointed directly at you and the student that had just dashed by, effectively pummeling you to the ground with a shoulder check. You looked up and just ahead of you, Ryuji Sakamoto was pivoting on one foot, ignoring Kamoshida’s threat entirely to catch his breath and look down at his victim, splayed across the floor.

Ryuji Sakamoto, now that was one of those students mentioned earlier, the kind that dyed his hair, customized his uniform, and didn’t take shit from anyone. He was a pariah, pretty much the opposite of the teacher’s pet… teacher’s pest more like. Sakamoto was the subject of many falsehoods and conjectures, and he was sure to be trouble for anyone associated…

You looked him up and down, halting your unflattering and socially-altered thoughts in their tracks. Didn’t wanna become the very thing you hated. There was no reason to judge Ryuji without first-hand proof.

“Woah! My bad, sorry dude!” He held up one hand submissively, but unfortunately, just as with Kamoshida, it seemed that you were not his main concern either. Huffing and puffing from the sprint, he looked past you to another male student who was hot on his trail, but this one looked… different.

You’d gone to Shujin Academy for all of your high-school career. It was your third and final year before graduation, and you knew of Sakamoto well enough, but this kid was a mystery… was he new here? He must’ve been. You knew at least the face of every student here in some way or another just through Shujin’s own little eternal game of telephone, and not by any choice of your own. You actively removed yourself from the local goings-on. Was it his first day here, you wondered. Why hadn’t you heard gossip about him yet, especially looking the way he did?

Beauty was a curse - much like any other feature that stood out - at Shujin Academy. If you were too pretty or handsome, you must be sexually promiscuous. On the other hand, if you were too ugly, too nerdy, too quiet, you probably picked your nose and read hentai on the train. There was no winning in this soul-crushing wasteland. Unfortunately for this new-comer, he was outrageously gorgeous.

“Gah, sorry about that…” he sighed, slowing his pace as he passed you by, plucking your phone up from the ground and offering you his hand. You took it and stood with his help. A quick tug and you were to your feet, dusting off your uniform and thanking him for his assistance. “Yeah, no problem… Ryuji’s just… a bit eager I suppose” he chuckled. “Luckily, no cracks!” He turned your phone around in his hand before placing it back into yours.

“Isn’t that the transfer student??? I heard he nearly killed a man!” One random NPC-esque shithead whispered from behind.

“Oh God, figures that freak would gravitate to the new freak…” another responded.

Ah… and there it was. Why did fate hate you so much that it chose you as Sakamoto’s door mat on this day? You truly must have been fortune’s fool.

“Yeah, good thing…” You eyed the boy before you, taking in what you could of the new student before the short exchange was over, from his face to the delicate yet thick veins protruding from his lithe hands.

He was tall and thin, and would even be considered lanky if not for the lean muscle that lined his frame. He seemed to be better off than the average teen, sporting almost no blemishes or imperfections on his smooth skin. A black, messy mop of hair that looked soft to the touch sat upon his head, falling into his eyes and over the dark frames of his distinct spectacles. These spectacles did nothing to hide the true elegance that gleamed in the eyes behind them. They were a muted, soft grey that was beautifully simple and clean. His uniform was neat and tidy - as opposed to his blonde and brash acquaintance’s - with his pristine white turtleneck gently blanketing a quite prominent Adam’s apple and his school jacket buttoned and ironed perfectly. Lower down, his plaid slacks concealed thighs that strained against the fabric and long legs that ran down into some very - yet again - flawless dress shoes. Yep, that was a brand new uniform, sure enough.

And a brand new student… he just might make a good subject, a new inspiration for your writing, an aura unmarred by the stain this place put on one’s soul. Your opinion of him was fresh, it was new, unaltered, unbiased, and he really was quite beautiful… your mind played with the thought.

“Ah… sorry about this,” he spoke, taking in the whispers all around you, “I probably just ruined your reputation, what with being seen with me an’ all,” he sighed and laughed breathily, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He must’ve been keen to the ways of Shujin already, which was super sad in its own right. “I’m Akira by the way,” he held out a hand, and you shook it hesitantly.

“Eh, doesn’t really bother me. It’s (Y/N), nice to meet you. Sorry you’re feeling the Shujin warm welcome.” That first part was only partly true, but the last half was genuine.

“Anyway…” his voice shook you back out of your contemplative reverie, and you came back to reality to find him also looking you over. Oh right… you were new to him as well… “I gotta go, Ryuji is kind of impatient, I’ve found.”

“Hey! Am not!” Ryuji retorted, brows furrowing before he ran off. Akira’s eyes rolled playfully, before he smiled, waved, and sped off.

You nodded, and quickly pulled out your phone, rushing to the glass doors leading to the courtyard. Anything to get out of the spotlight and harsh crowd of stares, plus, you had a sparkling new idea filling up your cranium, and artistic inspiration could not be wasted. Finding one of the benches placed for student recreation, you set down your school bag and impatiently scrambled for your favorite pen, throwing open your notebook.

“Oh, shoot!” You’d gotten ahead of yourself in all the excitement. Placing the moleskin down, you picked up your phone, hands trembling just a bit, and messaged you friends before anything else. They just had to hear about this.

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(Y/N) 9:55 am: Guys guys guys!!!

Itsuki 9:56 am: What do you want?

Rin 9:56 am: ???

Megumi 9:57 am: Shouldn’t you be in class?

(Y/N) 9:57 am: Shut up I have a free period just listen

You know how I’ve been having writer’s block?

Rin 9:58 am: Ya

(Y/N) 9:58 am: Well I just met this new kid, and ideas just started FLOWING.

Itsuki 9:59 am: Yeah

Megumi 9:59 am: Yeah we remember nerd

Oh that’s great!

Wait what do you mean?

New kid?

Only we can have you 😭 Don’ go switching up on us. Shujin is

toxic anyway.

(Y/N) 10:01 am: No no no It’s not like we’re friends, I just met him is all

You know you’re my one and only bby 😘

Itsuki 10:01 am: New kid???

Megumi 10:01 am: 😎

Itsuki 10:02 am: Gross

Also what about me!!!!

Rin 10:02 am: Me too 😡😡😡

(Y/N) 10:03 am: You two know you’re included in that???? 🤔🙄

Anyway just listen

I think he may be good inspo for my main character!!!

I was stuck looking for a unique look or face claim or something

But he seems nice enough and he’s good looking!

Itsuki 10:05 am: You got a crush? Awww I’m telling 😏😏😏😏

(Y/N) 10:05 am: I swear it’s like we haven’t been friends for years…

You know me, PLEASE don’t be gross

Writing purposes ONLY

Megumi 10:06 am: I thought you were stuck on the CONTENT, not characters and shit

(Y/N) 10:06 am: Both!!!! But he’s perfect for the look of my protag

Itsuki 10:06 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Megumi 10:07 am: Well I’m happy for you

STOP

Itsuki 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Rin 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

(Y/N) 10:08 am: I can see this conversation isn’t going to be productive

LMAO you’re assholes

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You tucked your phone into your pocket and once again picked up your notebook. Scrawling down some of the details you knew about Akria: his looks, the sound of his voice, the way he carried himself, you quickly became aware that you knew far too little… or rather

You wanted to know more.

Standing, you packed your things and set out to find him again…

Not in the creepy way! You thought to yourself, trying to justify this uncharacteristic choice of yours to actually reach out to someone in real life, to maybe… try to make… friends? You stood there, brows furrowed and a small frown on your face, pondering your options.

“Oh well, all artists must suffer for their work!” You resolved a little too promptly to try to force another encounter with the new kid. He seemed to be special, unique. He seemed to be well aware of the social hierarchy of Shujin, and have a distaste of it at least. Maybe he wouldn’t be… so bad?

Making up your mind, you spent your free period not writing of romance and rebellious characters, but searching for that fluffy-headed newfound hero to your story, however ghoulish and greasy that made you appear. You truly were becoming that “reads-hentai-on-the-train” and stalks cute boys freak your peers thought people like you were, weren’t you?

To your surprise (though maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising with the volume of Sakamoto’s voice) you soon found the gaggle of second-years, model-status beauty Ann Takamaki now added to their number, standing next to the stairs on the third floor, looking quite conspicuous to boot. Noting the suspicious air around the three, you pulled back, hiding behind the corner leading down the next hall. They seemed on edge... maybe now wasn’t the best time to make friends…?

You felt something thump in your chest. Your shoulders sank subconsciously. It felt a little disappointing, disheartening in a way you couldn’t explain. It was a bit intimidating: Ryuji the loudmouth with a temper, the hottest girl in the school, and the cute new kid. You sighed, this was why you never tried to make friends in the first place. Why had you even gotten your hopes up?

These irrational feelings of self-doubt clouded your heart, your head knowing better of course. It was hard to fight thoughts like these, especially for someone like you. On the precipice of making up your mind, deciding to give up and scrap the new novel idea altogether, you were jolted to attention by the sound of shoes scuffling and scrambling up the stairs.

Students aren’t really allowed on the rooftop during school hours unless accompanied by a teacher or given express permission, your thoughts swarmed. Maybe they didn’t know? No, there’s no way. There’s a possibility Akira didn’t know, but Ann and Ryuji had been here for two years... What were they up to?

Your nosiness was regrettably getting the better of you, and you slithered over, careful to pad your steps and tread softly. You didn’t even know what you’d do once you’d cornered the trio on the roof, didn’t know what you’d say. What was there to say? You were never too good with words, that is those not written on paper. Your heart beating out of your chest, you climbed the narrow stairwell and threw open the doors to the roof.

“Huh?” You looked around, dumbfounded. “Hello?” The rooftop area was not that large, all parts of it visible from the door.

There was no one to be found.

“What the hell?” You step forward, thinking you must have been the subject of some prank, but no, upon looking around, all three students were gone without a trace. No school bags, no lunch boxes, no uniform pieces, nothing. Akira, Ryuji, and Ann, all vanished into thin air. There were no hiding spots, none big enough for three people at least. It was dead silent, and only the door you currently guarded provided an exit off of the roof. Your mind wanted to wander to darker places, but if they’d have jumped, there surely would’ve been a commotion either during or shortly after. Frantically, you looked around, feeling like you were going crazy.

“What the fuck?” You pressed the palm of one hand to your forehead, sitting on the ground and crossing your legs.

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dearest-bucky · 4 years

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Jealous too (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It is Bucky’s turn to get jealous when someone else gets too close with his girlfriend.

Words: 4.9K

Warnings: angst, jealous Bucky, alluding to sexy times hihi

A/n: This is the second part to Jealous but it can be read as a separated one shot if you want (: @buckybarnesthehotshot here it is lol

Originally posted: April 29, 2020

Bucky Barnes is a fairly reasonable man. Key word: fairly. However, “reason” is barely a thing anymore when it comes to his girlfriend.

If there is someone on the face of Earth that he loves with every fiber of his being, that someone is without a doubt y/n. In the three years they have lived as a couple, not once did he doubt his feelings for her or vice versa. In three years they have lived together, not once did Bucky feel as if he wasn’t enough of a man for her, not once did he feel insecure or apprehensive when it came to their relationship.

However, all of the peace they had built together for this long, was about to be ruined soon. And not because of him. Absolutely not.

If anyone asked, it wasn’t his fault at all that a certain someone, uninvited at the compound and undesirable as hell, had a death wish. Yeah, Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man, simply not when some punk couldn’t keep his hands off of his girlfriend. In this case, he couldn’t tolerate nothing.

It was getting annoying and he was growing tired of trying to stop himself from strangling the other man to death. It almost seemed like he did it to mock him and that couldn’t sit well with Bucky. Everything had its limit and apparently the patience of the ex-Winter Soldier had already reached it.

“If you keep staring harder maybe he’ll choke on your death glare.” Sam was standing next to him, working out with some dumbbells while Bucky kept throwing daggers with his eyes behind the stupid agent’s back who was training a couple of feet away with Y/n. Training would be exaggerating it, he was fooling around and the worst of all it’s that his girlfriend seemed like she was having fun, giggling like a schoolgirl, and it was the first time Bucky wanted her to stop letting out those sounds. She only giggled for him!

“Shut up Bird-brain!” He grumbled out for Sam to hear and turned his attention towards the punching bag again, throwing strong punches to it until the bag was sent flying to the other end of the room.

That made y/n and the agent that was with her turn their heads towards Bucky and see what was going on. Y/n walked out of the ring and walked to her boyfriend, a smile on her face as she made her way to him. “Tony will blast your metal arm again if you keep ruining the sandbags babe.” She said jokingly and the super soldier let out a low grunt as a response to her.

“He can try.” Y/n laughed at his words, unaware of what was going on in her boyfriend’s head at the moment. She got closer to him and snaked her arms around his neck, lips pressing lightly to his jaw in a small kiss.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, I’m all gross.” She mumbled the words on his skin, her breath tickling him a little and was about to move away from him, when he placed both of his hands on her waist to keep her there, then locked his lips to hers in a fervent kiss, leaving her breathless. His hands moved slowly to cup her ass as he kept kissing her, lightly squeezing her flesh in his palms and she giggled in his mouth at his action. That sound he loved. Now she could giggle! With him she could giggle as much as she wanted, he never wanted to stop listening to that sound.

He kept kissing her with passion until they had to break away when they heard Sam making loud gagging noises. “Go to your room people. This is public area.”

Y/n laughed at his words and excused herself, walking out of the gym and Bucky followed behind her, but not before giving a dirty look to Brandon who was seemingly feeling awkward from all of the PDA going on in front of him.

Well, that will teach him.

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Maybe he was overreacting, maybe none of it was true, and maybe y/n was going to hate him for this, but he couldn’t live like this anymore. Everywhere he turned he kept seeing his girlfriend with this Brandon guy and it was driving him crazy.

He was just about to enter the kitchen when he heard the voices of Natasha and Y/n conversing, and he couldn’t help but be curious of what they were saying. He knew whatever it was, if he was to enter the kitchen, they would stop talking, Y/n would walk to him to greet him because he had left her sleeping this morning when he got up from the bed, so he decided to stay behind the wall and keep listening for another moment before making himself present in there.

“Why didn’t it work out between you two?” He heard Natasha’s voice ask the question and now he was more curious than before. What was she talking about? Whom was she talking about? Between you two who?

He focused on the voices coming from the kitchen, trying to listen to Y/n’s answer. He had to know what was going on.

“Well,” He heard her begin speaking. “We dated for like a month or two and then he moved to L.A. Besides, Brandon and I were never serious, it was just fun.”

Brandon and I? Had he heard it right? Brandon had dated his girlfriend before him? What the hell!! He never knew anything about it. It seemed as if the air was tight in the space of the corridor and Bucky had to walk away before he choked on nothing. He couldn’t listen anymore anyway. Now that he knew the truth, he couldn’t help but think that all this time he had been the nuisance, maybe Y/n spent so much time with that other guy because she still loved him, maybe she wanted to go back with him. If that was what she wanted, Bucky wouldn’t stay in her way.

He loved her too much, but he wouldn’t keep her prisoner in a relationship she didn’t want. He would set her free.

He walked away quickly, not knowing where to go, he just wanted to leave the compound and didn’t stop even when he slammed his shoulder harshly against Steve’s who was walking past him. “Where are you going Buck?” He asked, but the brunet didn’t turn around to reply.

“It was just fun.” Y/n explained to Nat, sipping carefully on the hot coffee as she spoke. “He’s a good guy, y'know. But he’s been bugging me this whole month with that Kathy thing.”

Nat let out a chuckle at her words. “Isn’t it weird though? You’re his ex-girlfriend.”

“It would be weird if I had feelings for him.” She replied. “But I don’t. I don’t think I ever did. I liked him, yes, but that’s not a strong feeling. Besides, I love Bucky and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with him, why would I care about who Brandon likes.”

At the mention of her boyfriend, she stopped to think for a moment. Where was he anyway? He had woken up early for his morning run with Steve, leaving her asleep in their bed, and she had yet to see him for the day. Not even a moment later, Steve entered the kitchen and Y/n thought he would know the whereabouts of her boyfriend.

“Good morning ladies.” He greeted both of them and moved to the coffee machine.

“Morning, Stevie. Have you seen that boyfriend of mine?” She asked playfully.

“Yeah about that. I just saw him almost sprinting out of the compound, asked him where he was headed to but he didn’t say anything.”

That’s weird, Bucky would never return from his run and not see her. It’s a first. She didn’t pay too much attention though, thinking maybe he had to do anything out and forgot until the last moment, until the last minute. That had happened more than once.

She went on about her day, thinking he would come back as soon as he finished doing his own thing, whatever it was, and they would see each other later.

However that later came too late that night. It was almost midnight when Bucky returned to the compound. As soon as he entered the front door, Friday notified y/n that he had come back.

She had left him several messages in his phone, called him a couple of times, and despite the fact that Bucky wasn’t a genius with the new technology, he knew how to read messages, how to make phone calls. Yet he hadn’t answered to none of her texts. Y/n had spend the entire day wondering where was her boyfriend, why wasn’t he answering to her, why wasn’t he replying, and now she was still awake waiting for his return. When she heard Friday’s pleasant voice inform her that Bucky was finally back, she got up from the bed she was lying on, and started pacing around, waiting until he entered the room they shared.

If there is something he hates, that is not being enough, and not once during the last three years he had been with y/n did he have that problem. Today was the first day he felt as if everything about their relationship had been a lie, as if he was never man enough, never worthy enough of a love, of y/n’s love.

He couldn’t walk out of the compound fast enough, moving to the garage and hopping on Steve’s bike, the engine revving loudly while he made his way to the city. He needed to calm his head, needed to breathe some fresh air away from the stifling atmosphere of the compound.

The entire day was spent in Brooklyn, his safe place. Anytime he needed an escape from anything, that’s where he would go and he would always feel better. This time though, nothing seemed to help, seeing as it was well past eleven o'clock and he had been drinking his mind away in a small bar for the last three hours. Despite the fact that he couldn’t get drunk, the taste of the alcoholic liquid seemed like enough of a comforting, and that was all he needed, a little comfort.

He placed a couple of 20 dollars bills on the counter and grabbed his jacket, before deciding to leave the bar, making his way to the bike that was parked a few feet away. The night air was chilly, but he hadn’t been cold for a very long time and tonight was no different. The ride to the compound was shorter than he thought it would be, and he was hoping to find y/n asleep when he arrived.

She had texted and called him many times during the day, but he had only wanted to stay away, that’s why after the seventh message and second call he had decided to turn off his mobile phone.

He entered the compound slowly, quietly walking through the place to get to his room and twisting the knob of the door carefully, he opened it, and he was surprised to find y/n pacing around the place, a worried look etched in her features. When her eyes met his, she walked to him in a few short strides and was quick to wrap her arms around him in a hug. Bucky was more than confounded by her reaction. Why was she worried about him? She had Brandon to care about anyway.

His arms were glued to his sides, unable to move them and hug his girl back, but Y/n didn’t seem to notice, her hold on him never faltering as she looked up to him to speak. “Where were you all day? I was so worried.” Her words held a hint of pain as she spoke them and Bucky felt bad for worrying her all this time, anyhow, that thought quickly escaped his mind when her words from the morning resurfaced in his mind again.

“I, um…” He started but didn’t know what to say to her, opening and closing his mouth again.

His breath fanned over her face and she could distinctly smell the alcohol. She scrunched her nose lightly at the smell and he always thought she was adorable when she did that, this time though, he didn’t stop to think of how cute she looked, he moved his hands and placed them to her upper arms to lightly push her away from him, suddenly the closeness was unbearable.

“Have you been drinking?” She asked, but he didn’t respond to her question, only moved away from her to walk towards the bathroom that was adjoined to their room.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbled as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him, but Y/n heard him nonetheless. She couldn’t understand his behavior. Bucky was never like this with her. During their entire relationship, he had never acted this way. If something was bothering him, she was the first person to know, she was the first to console him, to give him advice, to help him. Now it seemed as if she was nothing but a ghost he couldn’t see standing in the middle of their shared room.

She could hear the shower turning on, the water pouring down from inside the bathroom and she decided to get in the bed again, after his shower Bucky would get in too and they could maybe talk then.

Even that did not happen when almost 20 minutes later Bucky reemerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked to his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers to wear, then silently turned to lie down on the bed, next to y/n, but he turned his back to her and moved his body at the farthest end of the bed, keeping his distance.

Y/n felt her heart break at his actions. She couldn’t understand, for the life of her, what was going on with her boyfriend. She turned her body on the side, facing Bucky’s back, his indifference hurting more than what she had thought it would.

A few minutes had passed and Bucky’s breathing evened out, indicating he had fallen fast asleep. Y/n on the other side was struggling to calm herself down and giving in to rest. She tossed and turned on the bed for some time more and decided to get up, finally accepting the fact that she wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.

She paddled the floor barefoot, her steps light and quiet and opened the door of her room to walk out. It was the middle of the night and everyone had retreated to their own bedrooms, not knowing what to do, she made her way to the common areas. Maybe she could watch some TV? it was better than sulking in the bed next to her boyfriend anyway.

She arrived there and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, flipping through different channels until she stopped at one that was playing a movie. She didn’t know what movie it was, and apparently it had been playing for more than an hour, meaning she had missed most of the story, but she didn’t care anyway. She put the remote on the coffee table and glued her eyes to the screen, the flicking light of the figures tiring her eyes sooner than she thought.

As much as she tried not to, she fell asleep rather quickly, the movie still playing, but this time there was no one watching.

***

When Bucky woke up at 5:30, like every other day, he was surprised to see that Y/n was not in the bed next to him. He quickly remembered what had happened yesterday and grunted out sleepily, moving to the bathroom to wash his face and his teeth before his morning run with Steve.

Usually he met with Steve outside the compound, ready for the daily jog to start, but today it seemed like his friends had other plans. When he walked out to meet up with Steve, he didn’t see him there. Strange, Captain America was never one to be late, always punctual, always on time.

“Friday, where’s Steve?” He asked the A.I, impatient to start running.

“Captain Rogers is currently in the common areas.” The reply of the A.I was instantaneous and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, yet he still walked back inside to go find him.

“Punk, what are you-” He stopped right in his tracks when he reached the common room, shocked to see y/n sleeping soundly on the couch, her body curled in a fetal position and her chin tucked in her chest. Despite the couch being one of the best - courtesy of Tony Stark, of course - it was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortably lying there. It was a rather small couch, not fit for an adult to sleep in.

Steve grabbed a blanket from the armchair and covered her body carefully, and she curled in the softness of the material more, letting out an audible sigh before returning to the silent sleeping. Bucky could only see her lying there, she looked so small, so innocent, he couldn’t help but think he had acted like an asshole the day before, but he didn’t have time to dwell on his thoughts because Steve grabbed his upper arm and almost dragged him out of the room, leaving y/n’s sleeping form behind.

“Care to tell me what is going on?” He asked his friend when they were in a considerable distance away from where y/n was sleeping. Steve’s voice was serious, he sounded almost upset as he asked the question. Bucky only shrugged in response, but the Captain wasn’t satisfied with that, so he spoke again, this time an underlying tone of frustration detectable in his voice. “You were out all day yesterday, and today your girl is sleeping on the couch. Come on now, tell me everything.”

Bucky only scoffed in annoyance at the words of his friend. “You know you can’t order me, punk. You’re not the Captain of my relationship with Y/n too.”

“No, but I’m your friend. The friend of both of you, and this isn’t good Buck..”

He knew Steve was right. He couldn’t just drown himself in his thoughts, he had to talk to someone, tell someone what was going on, and nobody was better than his best friend. “Come on, I’ll tell you on our way.”

And that he did. He told Steve about what was going on with him and Y/n, how he had heard her the other day talking to Natasha, how she seemed to always be happy when she was with that Brandon guy, more than she was with Bucky. He told Steve everything and then some more, feeling almost better after having bared his heart to his friend.

They ran their usual 5 miles before returning to the compound. Steve patted his shoulder affectionately and walked to his own room, throwing a “talk to her!” in an authoritative voice behind his shoulder and Bucky chuckled, then he disappeared behind a corner.

Steve’s advice was good, reasonable. Talk to her. He could do that, besides, it was the only logical thing to do. Talk to her. It would be better than giving her the silent treatment, they had been a couple for three years, they should be good at communicating with each other. Talk to her. Yeah, easy.

“Friday, where’s Y/n?”

“She’s at the gym, training, sir.”

He started a light jog to the gym, descending the stairs in two and three to arrive to her quick. Talk to her. Yeah, doable. He opened the door of the gym, eyes scanning the place to find her. Talk to her. Damn! There she was, running on the treadmill, her back facing the door in front of which Bucky was standing, and next to her, running on the other treadmill, was no other than fucking Brandon. They were talking and he was smiling, his head was turned to the side to look at y/n and Bucky could see the curve of his lips turned up in a smile. His stomach tied in knots at the sight.

Talk to her. Yeah sure. Whatever. He stood to the door, watching them silently for a moment, before turning around to walk out of the gym again. Maybe there was nothing to talk anymore.

When he turned around though, y/n noticed his figure just walking through the door from the mirror in front of her and quickly stepped off the treadmill, to run behind him. In less than a minute, she reached for him at the hall and called out his name.

He turned, surprised to see her there, but his eyes didn’t meet hers. They were fixed on some point between her chin and her neck, not daring to meet her gaze.

“Bucky..” She whispered and moved closer to him, her eyes searching for his desperately. Her hand moved to cup his cheek softly, and only then he dared lift his eyes to hers. “Can we please talk?” Her voice was barely audible, almost pleading and he could only nod. They walked together to their room and y/n closed the door behind her, wanting to have this conversation on private.

If Bucky wanted to break up with her, if he didn’t love her anymore, she’d rather be alone to hear that, she couldn’t bare to have the pitying glances of other people on her.

He sat at the end of the bed, visibly uncomfortable. It was almost as if she was forcing him to be there with her. “Can you tell me what is bothering you?” Her question was simple, she only wanted to know what was going on, yet, Bucky found himself struggling to find the words.

Talk to her. Talk to her. Talk to her. Steve’s voice kept ringing in his ears, and he decided to do just so.

“Sit.” He said shortly and she obeyed, sitting next to him, folding one of her legs under and turning slightly to the side to face him, waiting for his next words. Soon after, he began. “Listen y/n, I want you to know that I’m not mad at all, about anything.” His words were confusing her. What did he have to be mad for? What was going on? She didn’t dare to ask though, letting him take as much time as he needed to express his feelings to her.

“If you want to break up with me, you’re free to do so.” She only furrowed her brows in confusion. What the hell! Break up with him? Why?

“W-why? Why would I-? She started asking with a stammer, but Bucky interrupted her, wanting to finish first, then she could say whatever. She only nodded and let him continue.

"I know about you and Brandon.” He said and her eyes widened in shock at his words. Suddenly it all made sense. Every time she spent time with the agent Bucky would pout or get upset, or become possessive of her, kissing her senseless in front of everyone. Suddenly every dot was connected to each other, and a smirk began to grow slowly on her lips. Bucky was jealous. He didn’t pay any attention to her reaction while he was speaking though. “If you love him and you want to be with him, I won’t stand in your way. No matter how much it will kill me.”

At that Y/n snickered shortly and he finally picked his head up to look at her, surprised, almost offended that she had the audacity to make fun of him. “You think it is funny?”

She couldn’t resist anymore, erupting in a fit of giggles in front of him, slowly bringing her hands up to cup both of his cheeks and moving his face closer to hers. With eyes shining in amusement, she placed a quick peck on his lips, before speaking. “You big dummy.” She said and Bucky stared incredulously at her. “There is nothing going on between me and Brandon. I love you, only you.” Her words were spoken with an undoubted sincerity, but still he couldn’t believe her. He had heard her very clearly talking to Nat.

“But yesterday, with Nat, you said…” Her eyes widened in surprise. So this is what this is all about. She moved to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his hips and hands never leaving his face.

“You know eavesdropping is not good baby.” She nuzzled her nose to his softly and his eyes closed on instinct at her touch. “You heard me saying that we used to date, right?” He nodded slowly, eyes still closed. “That happened years ago Buck, back when I was still a rookie agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. We dated for almost two months and then he left and that was it.” She explained. She had never told him about it because he never asked her of past relationships, besides she never thought it was important enough to discuss. During the time she had dated Brandon, they had gone in a handful of dates and only slept once. It wasn’t even an established relationship. Anyway, now she felt as if Bucky deserved to know the truth, especially when she knew that he had become jealous of the other man.

Bucky peeled his eyes open slowly, glancing at her from behind his long eyelashes. “You don’t love him?”

“I don’t love him.” Her voice was unfaltering, reassuring him more. “I love you baby, only you.” She inched her face closer to his, their lips locking in a small kiss, before Bucky broke the contact and stared at her eyes again.

“But you’re with him all the time. What am I supposed to think when my girlfriend spends more time with another man than with me?” He pouted his lips and y/n couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable. She pressed her lips to his cheek this time, then to the other cheek, before speaking again. “I’m sorry. I know it looks bad, but he just wanted some help with Kathy. He wanted to get her attention but didn’t know how to start talking to her.”

“Kathy?”

“Yeah, that Kathy.” She said jokingly. From the very beginning, when said Kathy had her eyes on Bucky, y/n started calling her “That Kathy” and it had stuck as a kind of joke between them.

“I believe you.” He stated simply and snaked his metal hand behind her neck, to pull her face closer to him and kiss her. Y/n happily reciprocated, all to eager to feel his lips on her, kissing her with everything he had. They kept kissing and Bucky moved his other hand under her shirt, lazily exploring her skin with light touches. His hand inched upper and upper, until..

“Baby, I’m all sweaty.” She said and he grunted in displeasure, resting his forehead on her shoulder, his lips finding the skin of her neck and peppering feather-light kisses there.

“I don’t mind.”

Despite the fact that she desperately needed to shower, wanting to wash off the sweat from the gym, she had no intention in moving from his lap. She had missed him so much during the last 24 hours, the fact that he had been away not only physically but also emotionally had messed with her. She never wanted to live without him.

As Bucky held her close to his body, he kept thinking how much of an idiot he was for ever doubting the amazing woman he had in his arms, for doubting her feelings for him. She was his and he was hers, and that would be it for the rest of their lives.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t even fight for me.” Y/n spoke up a few moments later, distracting him from his thoughts, a playful glint visible in her eyes. “I thought you loved me.”

“Oh, I love you alright.” He grabbed her hips and laid her down on the bed, hovering above her, eyes glued to hers, and he lowered his head slowly connecting their lips in a kiss again. “But in all seriousness doll, I always want you to be happy.. Even if that’s not with me.” He took in a short breath. “I want you to be happy. If Brandon or anyone else does that for you, I’m not going to hold you back.” His eyes were glassy, unshed tears in them and y/n kept caressing his cheek with her fingertips.

“I love you too Bucky. And you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I want you to know that.

He nodded his head and kissed her, this time more fervently, his tongue pushing past her lips and stroking her own, hands roaming her body freely and it continued like that until Y/n pushed his shoulder slightly, breaking the kiss too.

"I really should shower.” She said and he got up from the bed, discontent but didn’t say anything as she walked towards the bathroom, quickly losing the clothes she was wearing on her way there. “You know you can always join me there.” She said behind her shoulder and Bucky couldn’t follow behind her quicker than he did even if he tried, discarding his own clothes just as quick.

Yeah, Bucky Barnes is a reasonable man, but love is not. Love is never reasonable.

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Dear 91teivos,

Mod Vera: Thanks! Everyone in the world is going through some kind of existential crisis, so it made sense for the AA characters to join the party! (And since it was another follower who gave us the idea, we might just keep that idea in the think that after all...)

Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Vera: No need to apologize! We like to space out letters from specific people a little, but we’ll answer as many as we can!

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Bluedragoncody,

Co-Mod: Don’t worry. I doubt they’ll have much luck against the Ace Attorney crew, even without the Proto Badger. They have the ultimate weapon against despair in their arsenal, after all.

...They’re doomed, aren’t they?

I can’t make any promises, but if I ever gain enough skill in the art of animation (which has been a dream of mine for a long time, it turns out), I’ll keep that idea in mind.

Dear skibot99,

Mod Vera: Probably Tumblr bein’ weird. (What else is new?)

Dear sheeeesh,

Mod Vera: Mods get brought on as needed, as you can see with the arrival of Mod Edgeworth! Also, DGS2 is one of the few AA titles I’ve never played, but rest assured. Where there’s a letter, there’s a Mod who can answer it!

Mod Edgeworth: To add to Mod Vera, even if you weren’t accepted during any mod applications, that doesn’t mean you have lost all chances. I applied early January and lost to Mod Vera. Regardless, Co-Mod informed me that, even though I was rejected, he saw my potential and kept me in mind for if I was ever needed. Now, here I am.

Just because you get rejected, that doesn’t mean it’s game over. Show that you have potential and make yourself known by sending letters to us. That is what I did, after being rejected. I made myself known to the mods by sending letters. We do read them and they tell us how much you know the characters and games of AA more than any application. Of course, you must also follow the guidelines. That just goes without saying.

Co-Mod: I think my actual words were something like “Don’t tell anyone, but you were my second choice.” But yeah, what they said is true -- becoming a Mod here, like many things, may or may not happen to you, but you can definitely increase your chances by waiting patiently and demonstrating your potential.

As for DGS2 letters, I’m afraid those are still off-limits unless you know of a way to play or watch the game in its entirety, translated into English. I guess I could check to see if the Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2 channel finished translating...

(Translation: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! ...D-Don’t tell me?!)

...Okay, looks like I have some watching to do. Don’t know how I missed that.

So, uh... That part in bold was what I was going to say. Now that both games are finally getting an official English version, all I can say is, hang tight!

(Previous Post)

Dear Inferno again,

Co-Mod: Yeah, I agree. I was just joking around. For anyone who didn’t catch it, that was a reference to Sbemail #108.

The event’s technically over, but we’ll answer the rest of the April Fools’ Day letters when they reach the bottom of the queue. I’m as eager to see Trucy’s reaction to the news (after the stunned silence) as anyone else, after all.

(Video in Letter -- Strong Language Warning)

Dear Ella,

Mod Edgeworth:

I can’t see the first link and....

How did you find this masterpiece and where can I play this game?

Co-Mod: We don’t check for direct messages on Tumblr, if that’s what you’re referring to, so it wouldn’t have made any difference anyway. You can always send links in your letters, of course.

(Previous Post)

Dear Inferno,

Mod Edgeworth: That mad lad would be me and thank you.

I like to put my heart and effort when answering these letters. With this one, I figured you wanted to see Trucy in costume, so I just searched up an image on Google for the Ancient One’s costume, a sprite of Trucy and a bald head to put on her. The rest I photoshopped on GIMP.

We’re still going through letters from January. Hopefully we will get the rest of yours soon enough.

Mod Edgeworth: Thank you very much. Your support and the others’ support that have liked, commented and reblogged it mean a lot. As you have stated, a majority of the fandom seem to consider him the worst. I’d like to think it’s because how AA had created this villain of a character to be universally hated was pure genius. Not even the Phantom gets this much hate… and that’s saying something.

Unfortunately, I’d like to keep my real identity outside this blog a secret. I write a lot of letters here and I don’t want to break the spell for anyone. Think of it like a Disney theme park. The cast that play the characters will never admit their true identities, outside of family and close friends, to prevent the experience from being ruined. I want to do the same as a Mod. I don’t want to break the spell of writing to your favorite AA characters. This blog had helped me through my tough times and I want to help everyone else as a mod.

However, I will answer your letters and, if you post anything on your account, a mysterious friend I know may linger and give you a like ;)

(Previous Letter)

Dear Ali S. Fakenamington,

Co-Mod: Beautifully so.

(Previous Letter)

Dear Sinyove,

Mod Edgeworth: That letter was made in 2012 before AA5 and AA6, which was WAY before I became a part of the AA fandom. I’m certain a lot of us were not here when this letter was made, except maybe Co-Mod, but you’ll have to speak with him about this. I will say that the mod that answered this is no longer working here... I think. At the very least, I haven’t heard from him.

That being said, AA4 or Apollo Justice was the first AA game I’ve ever played. Despite all of the hate I saw towards that game, I still loved it regardless. Though, having not played the trilogy, playing the tutorial of AJ was a pain in the ass. I remember going to YouTube to find out how to beat it, because it was so hard. I also played it on PC.

I do see where The Mod was coming from. Had the two sequel games never existed, Apollo Justice would have more holes than my brothers’ socks. My only critique is that Phoenix wasn’t any better either with having Mia babysitting him during almost every trial AND investigations. Hell, Phoenix needed Mia to know how to talk to a kid, talk to a perverted old man, almost gave up in most of his trials in the first game and never conducted a trial without Mia until Turnabout Goodbyes when Maya literally couldn’t summon her. For the most part, Apollo was doing fine on his own without Phoenix, with only Trucy assisting him for the two middle trials, only almost giving up once and Phoenix having assisted him during times when Apollo was not in a normal situation (like when the criminal turned out to be his own co-council/mentor or when he had to lead a trial that included the Jury System). That’s more than Phoenix ever did on his own in the first two games and I think Apollo deserves more credit than he got in that letter in my opinion.

For me, Apollo Justice is one of those games you either like or you hate. I love it for what it is. My least favorite AA game would have to be Ace Attorney Investigations, the first game. The second one is my absolute favorite.

Co-Mod: Sadly, I haven’t seen or heard from the Mod in a while, so it may be time for us to declare him MIA again.

Erm... Sorry, poor choice of words.

I’m fairly certain I wasn’t around 5 years long ago, but I have to say, Capcom did a great job of making Apollo and his story more interesting over time. He may not be Phoenix, but he certainly carried his legacy forward pretty well, both as an attorney and as an Ace Attorney protagonist.

Now, WHAT ABOUT ATHENA ALREADY!?

Dear BDC,

Co-Mod: It fits like a glove, if you ask me...although it also kind of reminds me of 101 Dalmatians. And thanks for that bit of info! I never get tired of watching people enjoying the fun dialogue and plot twists of Ace Attorney, so I might have to look him up.

I’m not sure I feel the same about watching Dahlia’s voice actress, though. I’m sure she’s a nice person and all, but the thought of hearing that voice for so long... *shudder*

(Previous Letter)

Dear dawsongfg again,

Co-Mod: I wasn’t trying to say that natural deaths can’t happen in the Ace Attorney universe, just that most deaths aren’t what they seem. I knew right away that Archie Buff’s death was no accident, for one thing. Waaaaay too much of a coincidence, know what I mean?

-The Mods

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fczco · 4 years

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fools gold, JJ Maybank

masterlist on bio

a.n: i posted this near april this year, but when i deactivated i lost it so I'm posting it again, if you read it and feel it familiar, that's why :) also, english is not my first language so forgive me in advance for any mistake.

words count: 1,3k

warnings: mention of a close relative death, a close relative being very sick.

(not my gif, if it's yours let me know so i can give you credits)

After I finish eating completely alone in the kitchen of my home, I did the dishes and fed Simba, my cat. He was a birthday present from JJ who was also the one who chose the name, and I have to admit that I love it.

Mum was on a trip visiting my grandma who was found very sick and needed help at her house. It has already been over a week since she left and i don't really expect her back in a few more.

As i was opening the freezer to take out the ice cream i had bought today, a sudden but still gentle knock on the front door took me by surprise. I placed the cold plastic box on the kitchen table and walked to the door while they continued to knock.

I slowly opened the door so i could see who was behind it, when i saw my best friend's face i smiled and let him come inside my house.

- "hey Olivia" he said as he stepped inside.

- "hey" i closed the door "what are you doing here? did something happened at home?" i asked fully knowing that he had got into a fight with his dad again, his back was facing my face.

- "the usual" he said as he turned and looked me in the eyes, i just stood there, hands on my waist as i looked at him "what" he smiled.

- "what was it this time?" i went to the kitchen and took two spoons so we both could have some ice cream.

- "I don't even know OI" i smiled at his weird nickname and came out of the kitchen to find him sitting down at the couch and i did the same, "anyways, can i crash here tonight? by the way, where's Simba?" he turned the tv on.

- "he went to my room after i fed him" i gave him one of the spoons and he smiled at me as a thank you, "and of course you can crash here, stay how long you want to".

- "thank you" he opened the ice cream box "when's your mum coming back? i miss her" he took some ice cream with the spoon and took it to his mouth.

-"i miss her too" i copied his actions "i wish i knew, i haven't talked to her in like two days, signal has been pretty shitty in the island lately" i licked my lips that tasted as cookies due to the exquisite ice cream, "grandma is really sick, at this point we are just waiting".

- "for what?" he asked as he looked at me.

- "for her to die, i guess" my voice cracked a little as i said that and he noticed, JJ took the ice cream box and put it on the little table besides the couch.

I looked at him as he came closer to me and hugged me tightly, i hugged him back.

- "I'm ok, i promise" i said while we broke the hug, he started searching in my eyes any sign of tears, but there were none, "you know i never really got to know her, she never liked mum moving here with my dad".

-"i know, you told me the story" he just kept staring at me.

- "stop staring at me, it makes me uncomfortable" i nervously laughed and turn away.

- "i make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

- "no, your firmly stare does" i glanced at him, he hadn't stop looking at me yet.

- "'firmly stare? all those books you've read make you talk weird" he scrunched his nose.

- "they don't, you're the one who doesn't talk properly" now i was looking at him.

- "stop firmly looking at me you make me uncomfortable" he joked and i just blanked my eyes at him and pulled out my middle finger.

- "suck my ass" i said.

- "look at you! so sassy suddenly!" he laughed and i just ignored him "c'mon don't ignore me" i didn't even glance at him "i see how it goes".

I thought he had give up but i found out i was wrong when he started tickling me.

- "you bitch!" i said between little laughs "stop" but he didn't "JJ STOP" he just kept tickling "i fucking hate you" there was when he stopped.

- "no you don't" he stated, looking kinda offended.

- "yes i do" i said while i stared at him, his face went completely neutral.

- "you know? that's a pity" he crossed his arms and his muscles tensed under his white short sleeve t-shirt.

- "why?" i asked being actually intrigued by it.

- "because i love you" he said and looked deep into my eyes.

- "i love you too JJ, you know that! i was just joking so you would stop tickling me" i giggled a little.

- "no, not like that" he bit his bottom lip and looked down.

- "what do you mean?" i tried to make him look at me again but he kept avoiding eye contact.

- "i really love you" part of me knew what he was talking about but the other part couldn't actually believe it "i am in love with you" he finally looked at me, waiting for an answer i couldn't give because i was shocked, "great, i've ruined everything" he said as he ran his hands through his hair and got up, i just kept looking at him, "i should get going".

He was already walking towards the door when it hit me. I got up and ran the few meters between us and turned him by his arm once i reached the door.

I was staring at his lips as i tried to talk but couldn't manage to say a single word. So i kissed him, he responded almost instantly and placed his hands on both my cheeks as i did in the back of his neck. After a few seconds we pulled away and he pressed his forehead against mine.

- "you don't have an idea of how long I've been waiting for this" he said with his eyes still closed.

- "me too" i answered while i gently placed my left hand on his jaw, he smiled to that.

- "i just-" he stopped mid sentence "i just know how afraid you're of relationships of any kind" he opened his eyes and looked into mine, "and to be honest i do too, i don't commit to stuff and you know that".

- "of course i do" i smiled trying to calm him.

- "I don't want to hurt you Ol, as well as i don't want you to hurt me".

- "JJ, i can play the tough part sometimes but you know I wouldn't hurt a bug, even less you".

- "i could still hurt you and i would never forgive myself if that happens".

- "let's sit down" i grabbed his hand and we sat down together on the couch again, "listen, i don't have any memories of which you're not in, I've known you for God knows how long and I've been in love with you for a few years now, i know every little secret about you, or at least i like to think i do" we both laughed, "what i'm trying to say is that there's no fucking way-" he interrupted me.

- "stop cursing you little kid" he pointed a finger at me.

- "alright, what i was trying to say is that there's no way, there's literally nothing you can do that would make me hate you or at least want to" he laid down on the couch, positioning his head on my legs.

- "there's nothing you could do to make me hate you either" he looked at me with one eye while he scrunched the other one and smiled, "am i still able to stay here?"

- "of course you're you fool bitch" he got up from my lap and grabbed my face with his hands.

-"i told you to stop cursing!" he laughed.

- "why don't you want me to curse?!" i asked as i giggled.

- "because it makes me want to kiss you".

- "and who says you can't?" he smiled at my answer and kissed me again.

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The Crystal Ball

Pairing: Snape x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,482

Rating: T for Teen

Plot: Dilyn Grisial, a renowned match-maker, promises a teenage Severus Snape and his classmates a chance at finding their soulmate. Severus struggles with the possibility he may not even have one especially after it’s been years since he first tried reaching them.

Warnings: Self hate, crying, momentary bad attitude

A/N: Special thanks to @wow-life-love4 for sending in this request! I hope this is as cute as the soulmates au tiktok you sent and that i turned it wizard-y enough! :D (Sev’s point of view tho)

Posted: 4/6/20

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(Part Two: Green Lace and Peonies)

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If there was a month Severus hated more than January, it was February. The Great Hall was decorated from the high rising ceiling to the hard stone floor in floral patterns and soft colors. Large pink satin ribbons hung from the ceiling and dangled overhead above every table.

The stained glass windows behind and above the High Table had been charmed to let in light of every shade of pink, red, and lavender. Even the plates and goblets that were normally golden all over had been replaced by identical ones except for the red engravings of roses with thorny stems around the rims.

Severus clutched his book tighter and kicked at the petals littering the floor as he took his seat at the Slytherin table. Even his housemates, who normally sported gloomy and irritated exteriors, all seemed to have caught the general excitement in the air by the way they were watching Dumbledore’s podium as he waited behind it for silence.

“Students, as you may already know, it is time for one of the most affectionate Hogwarts traditions of the year. Whether you want to show your appreciation for old friends or new, now is the time to make an effort. Roses will be available to be picked up at any time this month from the High Table between meals so please, send your mushy warmhearted words to the people you care about most,” Dumbledore smiled.

He looked to his left and stepped back to let a familiar middle-aged wizard up to the podium next. The wizard looked out at the students and waved, “Hello students! I’m Dilyn Grisial as some of you may recognize me. Well, I’m here with everyone’s favorite crystal balls!”

Several students cheered and clapped at the announcement. Severus scoffed and opened his book back to the page he was on. He tried concentrating on the words, but the noise was too loud and Dilyn Grisial did nothing to calm the crowd.

Grisial chuckled, “All sixth and seventh years will have them handed out for free! I must remind students, however, not to get your hopes down if they do not work right away. I promise there is someone out there for everyone!”

“I can’t believe the ministry believed enough of this guy’s crap to buy dumb balls for us.” A Slytherin was saying.

Severus couldn’t agree more. The Daily Prophet made this ‘Mr. Grisial’ guy out to be some sort of miracle worker for match-making hundreds of wizards. Those naive Ministry idiots.

Severus rolled his eyes at the excitement going around the room. He watched the reactions of every table – except Gryffindor – as Grisial walked around the great hall handing them out.

After breakfast was over, he stood up and tried to leave the ball behind, but someone pointed out he was “forgetting” it and had to take it and shoved it in his robe pocket. That was fine however, he would just dump it in his trunk and ignore it. Not like I’d be tempted.

However, ignoring the crystal balls proved to be harder than he initially thought at the beginning of the month. All around people were sending and receiving messages through them. Even his dormmates had started bragging about the people they were talking to. Everyone seemed pleased with who they were getting paired up with, even if it was anonymous at first.

Once while studying at one of the desks in the Slytherin common room someone had gotten curious about his experience using the crystal ball.

“Hey, Snape. Are you talking to anyone?”

“Gotten yourself a soulmate yet?”

The word ‘soulmate’ had started to get thrown around everywhere. He knew that a large majority of the wizarding population thought the idea of such things were “for fools” much like the art of divination. Although… he could not deny there were several aspects of magic still unknown or unstudied and far less understood by the wizarding world as a whole.

He ignored the questions and made his way down to the courtyard to study. It was cold and windy and his trousers were barely long enough to cover his ankles. He ignored the sudden chill he got and sat down under a tree, pulling his robe tight around himself and opened his book back up, placing it in front of his legs.

He arched his back and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and continued reading. After a few minutes his hair had fallen from his shoulders to hang down around the book like a black curtain blocking out the sun’s light. He ignored it and moved his right arm up to support his head, resting his other hand in his lap for warmth.

“Not too enthusiastic about my crystals are you?”

Severus looked up to see Dilyn Grisial a few feet from him. The man had been visiting Hogwarts throughout the month to answer questions regarding the balls or to help students figure them out. He frowned and closed his book.

“No. Can’t say that I am.”

He smiled, “What year are you in? Seventh year?”

“Sixth.”

“Well you should have a go at it. You’ve got what’s left of this year and all of next to meet your ‘chosen one’ or ‘soulmate’ – whatever you kids are calling it these days.”

Severus rolled his eyes at him and walked away but that night he stayed awake in bed. At this point, two and a half weeks after they received the crystals, almost every sixth and seventh year were paired up. His bed neighbor had just gotten back from a date with the mystery girl he had been talking to. Everyone had stayed up to hear how it went and he again used the word ‘soulmate’ to describe how perfect she was.

Could there be someone out there for me? Severus shifted the covers and pulled them up to his chin. The idea of a girl not being repulsed by him within the castle’s walls seemed unlikely. The school called him Snivellus for a reason. Made fun of his nose for a reason. An absurd and barbaric reason, he frowned.

He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep, but within minutes they were open again, looking over to the trunk he had stashed the ball in. He sat up and crawled over to the end of his bed and opened his trunk. His arms were long enough to reach and he felt around the bottom of the trunk.

His fingers touched a cold and smooth surface and grasped the round object. He held it close and moved back. He pulled the curtains around his fourposter and sealed himself in with enough privacy and courage to mess around with the cursed thing.

He moved it from hand to hand, not knowing how to start. What had he said to do? Talk with it? He looked around – though it wasn’t like anyone could see him inside – and brought the ball up to his mouth. He licked his lips and whispered:

“Hello?”

Stupid! What a stupid first thing to say… The ball glowed blue for a few seconds and warmed his hand up, and then stopped. It became as cold as before and grey; the mist inside stopped swirling. He waited for a few minutes and tried again:

“Are you there?”

It did the same thing as before. He set it down and tapped the glass, not knowing if he was doing it right. He placed it under his pillow and went to sleep, hoping it did something in the morning.

The next day he carried it around in his bag and checked it between classes and every fifteen minutes during break, but it was always the same. I’ll try again tonight.

And he did, along with the night after, and the one after that. He tried every night of March, and every week of April, randomly throughout May, and once during June. But over the summer it stayed in his trunk, forgotten, even during the times he needed someone to talk to the most.

Term began and he never thought of it once until February rolled around and Dilyn Grisial was back, once again. He handed them out to every sixth year and promised everyone they’d be paired with their perfect match with the crystal balls.

That day he found himself staring into the third-floor bathroom mirror, inspecting his dark eyes, his large nose, his greasy hair, his thin lips. Everything. He hated it all. He sighed and hung his head over the sink, turning it on and cupping his hands over the cold water. He splashed his face and wiped with the sleeve of his robe.

He straightened his back and felt the pocket with a peculiar round object weighing it down. He had brought the crystal ball with him today, not really knowing why. He looked around and slid it out. It was grey and the mist inside was as still as the day he got it.

“Please talk to me,” he whispered into it.

The familiar glow started and the mist swirled for a second and stopped. He wondered if the person receiving his messages knew it was him. Did they know better than to talk to him? To Snivellus.

“Got yourself a girlfriend, Snape?”

Severus turned quickly, shoving the ball in his robe. Two fourth year looking boys from another house were standing by the bathroom door, pointing at him.

“No, see. It’s not glowing. Snivellus has got no one!”

He shoved past them and exited the bathroom, ignoring their laughter. He sunk into the shadows of the dungeon and ran to the Slytherin common room. He bounded into his room and threw open his trunk, dropping the crystal ball inside and locking it shut.

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Four years later Severus found himself sitting next to Dilyn Grisial at the High Table once again. This was his second year teaching potions and the second year having to drink pink tinted soup next to him. Severus ignored him like he ignored the stares from several students who recognized him and couldn’t believe he had been hired as a professor.

Grisial had just given his speech about his crystal balls and the power they had to connect anyone with their perfect partner. Severus finished his soup and walked down the Great Hall, ignoring the rare stares he still got from students.

He paced his office floor, thinking about the crystal balls – and more specifically, his. More and more of his old classmates were having their wedding announcements shown in the Daily Prophet, all claiming to have found their partners thanks to Grisial’s crystals.

He opened the back door of his office and stepped into his personal chambers. He walked over to the wardrobe behind the bed and pulled down his trunk, it rattled as it tilted. He placed it on his bed and opened the lid slowly. His old crystal ball was still in there. He moved it out of the bedroom and placed it on his desk.

What am I doing with this thing? He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. It was ridiculous to think he would find his own “soulmate” within that thing. He tossed it onto a chair and turned to his papers.

He saw it glow for just a second. He stood up, walked over to it slowly, and picked up the cold ball. It glowed again, bright blue this time, and the mist swirled in all directions.

His breath hitched and he sat down quickly, almost missing his chair. He placed the ball on his desk and wiped the dust off the crystal. He held it firmly with both hands, waiting for the messages to appear to him.

The first ones that showed were the ones he had sent, spelled out in the mist.

“Hello?”

“Are you there?”

“Please talk to me…”

He wiped his eyes and bent over, his nose almost touching the crystal.

“Hello.”

“Hello?”

“Are you there?”

He pulled his hair behind his ears and rotated the ball to keep reading.

“It’s quite silly to ask me to talk to you if you don’t respond.”

“Do you enjoy just watching me glow?”

“It’d be more fun if you picked me up and responded…”

“Have you dropped me? Is that it? Got yourself a cracked crystal and had it stop working?”

“If you have, please let me know somehow. I’m quite clumsy and I need to know how fragile this thing is.”

“You know, I’m starting to feel a bit unhinged lugging this thing around in my bag just to check if you’ve responded.”

“Must look mental talking to a glass ball outside of Hogwarts… I think that old witch is judging me right now.”

“Oh! Thought I lost you. Sorry I shoved you in there for so long but it’s not like I’ve got any messages anyways...”

“Hello again though, in case you are there.”

He re-read all the messages, realizing the last two must be from within the past few minutes. She must have been two years behind me! Only sixth and seventh years received the crystals and after he had thrown it in his trunk he never picked it back up again.

The crystal glowed bright blue again and he read the message instantly.

“Think you’ll respond this year?”

Severus lifted the ball and licked his dry lips. His breath was shaky and he opened his mouth, trying to think of something.

“Hello…”

The ball glowed and died out like it had when he sent the first few messages.

“Hello!”

The ball glowed instantly, startling him. He gripped the ball tighter, afraid to drop it like she had suggested.

“Why have you decided to respond now? Not that I mind!”

“I… I hadn’t looked at it in a while… I hadn’t realized you had responded… Sorry.”

“It’s alright. I was just worried about you is all. Kind of concerning, receiving your messages and then never hearing from you again.”

Severus reread the messages and sighed. He felt like it was too good to be true. Was this person he was talking to really someone who would like him? Someone meant for him?

“I’m glad you responded… Let’s talk. It’s nice to make new friends.”

He stared at the last two words. A ‘new friend’. Haven’t had a real one in – …Someone to talk to would be nice. As long as they don’t realize it’s me they’re talking to.

“I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know what to talk about…”

“Start with your name.”

Severus sighed and let his head drop to the desk. It was over. The second he says his name she’ll send him a message saying how disappointed she is to be paired with him and smash their crystal ball. He closed his eyes and decided he’d deal with it all the next day.

He went and placed it by his nightstand and left to get on with his day of grading papers and giving lessons. He thought about the crystal ball all day but couldn’t even bring himself to look at it before bed. He faced away from the crystal and forced himself to sleep.

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Severus opened his eyes and rubbed at them. He turned his head and immediately sat to pick up the ball, remembering that someone had finally replied. His heart started beating as he reread every message she had sent. He felt excited and nervous, mouthing her words to himself. His eyes read the last message over and over. I can’t tell her my name.

“You’re doing it again.”

He blinked, slightly startled by the new message. He decided he had to be honest with her, even if it meant she’d stop talking to him and left him alone for good.

“You wouldn’t like me if you knew who I was… If I were you, I’d stop talking to me.”

He closed his eyes and laid down on his bed. His throat felt like closing and his eyes burned as tears formed and dripped down his cheek. What am I doing? Stop crying. He wiped the tears away and gasped, wanting the horrible feeling in his heart to go away. He gripped the crystal ball tight, not caring if the glass eventually shattered, and felt it get warm for a few seconds.

He turned his head and swiped the ball, watching as it glowed and the mist swirled into words. He brought it up close to his face and read what she had said.

“I like you already.”

He laughed, not sure if it was from the relief he felt, or from the absurdity of her statement.

“We’ve barely been talking. How could possibly know you like me?”

“Because I smile every time you reply.”

He thought about her words for several minutes. His replies were making her smile? His words made her smile? She’s smiling because of me?

“Really?”

“Really. Let’s get to know each other. I’ll start. Do you play Quidditch?”

“No.”

“Have you played it ever?”

“No.”

“Do you like it?”

“I know how it’s played and I know most of the rules.”

“Do you like riding brooms?”

“No.”

He frowned. He was already letting her down. He could only imagine her disappointment after every response. She probably thought he was boring.

“What hobbies do you have?”

“I don’t have any… I brew necessary potions once a month though.”

“What do you like to do?”

“I like to read…”

Her responses were taking longer to get to him.

“Are you still smiling?”

“Yes. I can’t help it still. And don’t worry about all the ‘No’ answers. I still like you.”

A smile pulled on the edge of his mouth, making him wipe his arm over it as if to smear it away. He decided to warn her one last time, and then let fate handle the rest.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had known me in school… No one liked me then, I’m not sure if even my friends really liked me.”

His voice broke as he spoke to the crystal. He pinched the corner of his eyes and sniffed, ignoring his own reaction to those words.

“It’d be hard not to like my soulmate.”

“Do you know a Gilderoy Lockhart?”

His soaring heart dropped. He sat up slowly and stared at that name. Gilderoy Lockhart… My student?

“Yes…”

“Yesterday Gilderoy tried convincing me that he was the one replying to me. I knew he was lying of course. I know you’re not a loser like Gilderoy.”

He found he had placed his hand over his mouth in shock. It was true he definitely didn’t consider himself to be a ‘loser’ like Gilderoy Lockhart… but what was pressing on his mind the most was the word ‘yesterday’. She goes to Hogwarts? Is she a student? Is she MY student? Do we know each other?? This can’t be happening. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around, trying to find a solution or answers to what was happening. He was twenty-two, which meant she must be at least four years younger.

“How old are you?”

“What a strange response to my story.”

“Answer. Please.”

“It was my birthday December. I’m 18. Graduating in a few months… Which means if you wanted to meet, we should now. Before I have to go home.”

His hand had moved up his face to cover everything but one eye as he read her words. She was indeed his student, maybe not directly if she didn’t take potions… But he couldn’t ask her. He couldn’t continue this.

“We can’t meet.”

“Why?”

He couldn’t tell her he was a teacher here. He didn’t even know if she suspected he was older than her, not even a student anymore.

“It’s best we stop talking. I’m sorry.”

He picked up his wand and accio-ed his trunk to him, placing the ball inside and shutting it. He stood up and pulled his nightshirt over his head and slid into his clothes, ignoring the feelings bubbling up inside him. He slid button after button through their holes absentmindedly, letting the constant motions calm him. He started buttoning his sleeves when he felt a single tear land on his exposed wrist.

My soulmate… The words echoed in his head. He closed his hands into fists and felt his shoulders shake. He closed his eyes and bit his lip in anger. Life never ceases to be cruel. He kicked the bed suddenly, hearing it scrape against the stone. He kicked it over and over again until the foot of it was pressed against the corner of the wardrobe. He took his wand and let his anger cast a spell that shot out of the wand in a blinding light and punch a hole through the footboard.

The rest of the day he spent battling his rage. He snapped at students and yelled at several running down the corridors. He didn’t care if she was possibly in his NEWT classes, he let himself act on his pain and loneliness until by the end of the day when he was tired out and ready to sleep.

He didn’t even bother shifting the bed back. He pulled his nightshirt on and forced all thoughts out of his head and slept.

Two days went by without thinking of anything other than papers he needed to grade and exams he needed to make. He picked up a slice of toast and buttered it, taking a large bite. He was about to reach for his goblet when a Hogwarts owl landed on his arm with a small envelope in its beak.

He glanced around at the other teachers but no one was looking at him all the way at the end of the High Table. He took the envelope and shook his arm, forcing the owl to fly off. It was handmade, it seemed like, from spare parchment paper folded to resemble a normal envelope.

He tore it open from the side and looked in. There was only a small piece of paper. He slid his fingers inside and pulled it out, flipping it over. It was a cut out photograph of just him from a picture he had been in for a school event his seventh year. There were three red hearts drawn above and to each side of his face that were charmed to float up and down.

He shoved the picture in his pocket quickly and rushed out of the Great Hall. He entered his office and locked the door behind him, doing the same with his bedroom door. He took out the crystal and swiped it.

“Did you send me the picture?”

His heart was beating so fast it was all he could hear.

“Yes. I did.”

He took out the paper and traced over the little red hearts around his face as he took deep breaths.

“Then by this time you must realize that I am a professor and you are a student and we cannot communicate any further.”

An agonizing minute passed. All he wanted was for all of this to be some awful mistake so he could be with her immediately. He desperately pleaded for her to say she wasn’t a student, she just knew Lockhart some other way. Maybe she worked at Hogsmeade. Anything.

“I can’t help it Severus. I want us to keep talking. We’re soulmates. That means we’re meant for each other. I’m yours and I want you to be mine.”

That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear but… Those words… I’m yours… I’m yours. She’s mine? She wants me to be hers... Those words were really what he wanted to hear… But she really is a student… He picked up the ball and placed it back into the trunk for the last time. He was slow at putting the trunk back on top of the wardrobe, her words playing in his head over and over.

. . .

It was early and he was in a meeting in the staffroom with all the other professors going over letters from the Ministry. Dumbledore had ended the meeting early to allow for any professors to catch the Hogwarts Express back to London along with all the students.

He exited the room and looked out towards the entrance hall where the loud crowd of students could be heard, yelling and screaming, excited and sad to be going home. He straightened his cloak and walked up the stairs to collect some jars from one of the charms classrooms.

He quickly spotted them and walked over, gathering them all up in a box left for him by Professor Flitwick. The jars clinked as he placed them inside, not caring to organize them too well.

“Severus?”

He turned on his heels ready to yell at whatever student had just called him by his first name, “Has anyone ever taught you how to address your professors? I don’t care if you knew me before I became one.”

The girl he was yelling at smiled, “Hmm, you didn’t seem to mind when I said it over the crystal ball.”

He blinked at her. She was walking closer with her hands behind her back and smiling at him still. She stood in front of him and he could smell her sweet shampoo. She looked up into his eyes and as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn’t. Her lips were glossy and he imagined her running her tongue over them before she had spoken his name. Her smiled reached her eyes and he found it incredibly hard to maintain his composure.

“I’ve brought you something, before I leave,” she showed him a rose with a note tied to the stem just above the leaf.

She handed it to him and placed her hands on his shoulder, leaned forward and pressed her soft lips on his cheek. He felt his face heat up and wanted to both run away to hide and press his body against hers but stood as still as possible as she stepped back.

“You should send me a letter. And it better be you asking me out on a date,” she winked, sending a chill down his spine. “I’ll be waiting for your owl.”

Severus wanted to speak, to say anything, but instead watched her walk out of the classroom, letting the door shut behind her. He looked down at the rose, making sure it was real and it was still in his hands. He picked up the note and flipped it over.

“‘All yours’,” he read, smiling. She had written her name after that.

He pulled the note off the flower and slid it into his pocket with the picture she had sent him with the hearts. He was now able to write to her and would the second he got home.

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Request: “So I was watching TikToks soulmates AU and they where cute and I was hoping you did like a Snape x reader one where he think he never gonna find his soulmate because he never got the signs but to find out his soulmate is a student. Like growing up he saw everyone get those messages of there soulmates but he never did until the reader turned 16-18 and he finally noticed. Like the reader wasn’t too far behind him in his years in school.”

(Part Two: Green Lace and Peonies)

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