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What happened to Braeden and Derek? Are they still together? Did they break up?

Jilted (Laurens x Reader)


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Request- “27 and 16 with Laurens please? Love your writing!!!”

16- “Get outta my sight!”

27- “What’s going on here?” 

Warnings- ANGST if i roll with the idea i have in my head rn, this won’t even be the angstiest part ;)

A/N- (Lol so this is probs gonna be a mutiple part fic and I blame today’s skype call cuz we talked about Laurens a lot and i got Inspired™️)

Words- 1,930

“He’s doing it! He’s asking for permission!” you said excitedly. Your friend, Martha,  looked up at you eagerly. 

“Really? How do you know? Did he tell you?” she asked. You sighed and shook your head. 

“No, but I have good reason to believe he’s meeting with my father and why else would he be doing it if he wasn’t asking for my hand?” you explained. Martha nodded. A smile stretched across her face, crinkling her eyes. 

“When do you think he’ll ask you?” she inquired. 

“I don’t know!” you bubbled. “There’s a ball coming up, but I don’t know if he’d want to do something that public.” 

“Whatever he does, I’m sure it will be beautiful. John’s a very romantic man.” she confirmed. 

You were out for an evening stroll. The sky was a deep blue, but not yet black; a few stars were waking up.  You held tightly onto John’s hand and looked up toward the sky, admiring the way you could almost see the curve of the earth. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” you heard John say.  You looked over to him and smiled. 

“You’re pretty good looking too.”  you joked. He stopped and turned to look at you, taking both of your hands in his. 

“I’m serious.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Your hair is sparkling in the moonlight, and it’s driving me mad.” he whispered. Your grinned, reached up, and pulled at the black ribbon that was keeping his hair back. 

“Now yours is too.” you cooed. John smiled and tilted your chin up to kiss you. You smiled into his lips and squeezed his hands lightly. He pulled away and sighed. 

“Y/N I need to tell you something.” John said. Anxiety filled your gut. Whether it was excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell. 

“You’re…” he looked down awkwardly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Nothing compares to the way I feel about you.” he explained, stumbling over his words. You felt your heart sing. “I love you so, so much.” His eyes met yours. They were so full of emotion that it took your breath away. John slowly bent down onto one knee. 

“Y/N, will you…will you marry me?” 

It took a second to register that you actually had to answer him. He didn’t automatically know your thoughts, though sometimes it felt like he did. 

“I..yes! Of course, John!” you stammered quickly. John grinned and in a flash he was on his feet and his lips were against yours. Your lips tingled and your heart raced. Your limbs were going numb and all you could feel was him against you. A million things filled your mind, but the thought of John was the only one that wasn’t fleeting. You held onto him tightly, praying that you would never have to let him go. And soon you wouldn’t. 

“My only goal is to make you look beautiful.” Hercules explained as he circled around you. 

“It feels like your goal is to make me stand here until my legs give out.” you mumbled. Hercules showed you an angry look and bent down to adjust the pins towards the hem. “Hercules! You don’t have to be so particular!”

Hercules looked scandalized. “I do!” he gasped. “Two of my closest friends are getting married! The dress is the most important part of the wedding! Everyone will be looking at it.” You sighed and let him finish until he was satisfied. 

“Laurens won’t be able to keep his hands of you.” he said with a smile. 

“Let’s hope.” you smirked back. 

“I can’t do this.” you sighed. Martha’s head snapped up at you.

“Get married?” she asked eagerly.

“What? No…well yes and no.”

Martha gave you a look and encouraged you to elaborate.

“I want to marry John, of course I do.” you sat down beside your matron of honor with a huff, “It’s just, this whole ceremony. What if I mess up? Everyone will be looking at me! I could fall or say my vows wrong or drop my bouqet.” You placed your head in your hands and gripped your hair in frustration. Martha’s hand gently rubbed your back.

“It’s going to be okay.” she soothed. “Think about it, Y/N. It’s a few weeks of stress, and then the rest of your life spent with a man like John at your side.” You looked up at her, and she smiled softly. “Isn’t that worth it?”

You thought of John and the idea of spending the rest of your days with him, starting a family with him, having him beside you when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

Your eyes softened. “It’s worth it.”

“I wish we could just be married now.” Your fiancee remarked. He was leaning against a tree with your head in his lap. His fingers were running through and detangling your hair. You closed your eyes in contentedness. 

“I know,” you sighed, “but there’s preparation that goes into these things. Only one more week, love.” 

He sighed deeply. “I can’t wait.” 

You beamed up at him. “Me either.” 

“Mrs. Y/N Laurens…” He let a finger trace along your face. 

“Sound good?” you taunted. 

“It’s great.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “It’s all I ever want to here again.”

You stared up at your ceiling. You felt cold and alone in your bed with nothing to do and no one to talk to. The darkness was creeping its way off the walls and into your mind. 

You’d told all your friends that you didn’t want to do anything this night. You made sure all the preparations were ready days before. You said that you wanted to enjoy a quiet night by yourself so as to not further aggravate the nerves you were already feeling. You wanted to spend time with your thoughts before morning came and your life changed forever. 

Now that you were here, however, you desperately needed a distraction. You sighed and looked out your window. Night had not yet fallen completely, though it was very dark. You sighed and made up your mind. 

The night air was chilly, but you didn’t mind. It was nice feeling the breeze brush past your skin. It made you feel alive. You closed your eyes and relished the moment before continuing on your way. 

It had gotten supremely dark by the time you reached Martha’s house, but your nerves had already settled quite a bit. You reached a fist up to knock on the door, but realized it may wake her or her neighbors. Instead, you pushed on the door, which was almost was unlocked. However, this time, you were met with resistance. You sighed and searched along the side of the house you’d often stayed in growing up. You knew exactly where they kept a key. Your hand felt a coolness on the underside of one of the panels, and you grasped the key with relief. 

The house was eerily quiet when you stepped in. Even the dust was completely settled. 

“Martha?” you called out. No response. You walked through the house, quietly approaching her bedroom. The door was open slightly and you heard Martha’s voice drift softly through the air. Before you were able to register what she said, you pushed the door to her bedroom open. 

She was on top of him. His hands gripped her bare waist. Their lips were locked in a tight embrace. Her hands ran up his chest slowly. Both their eyes were closed in bliss. 

“Wh-what’s going on here?” You already knew the answer but your mind couldn’t form one coherent thought. Martha screamed and fell off John. You were already out of the room. 

John’s voice was calling after you, but you couldn’t hear anything but your blood rushing. His hand clasped around your wrist. You turned quickly and slapped him. 

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” you shouted. He cupped his face with one hand, the other gripping a sheet around his waist.  You moved toward the door, but he was too quick and stood in front of the door. You heard Martha’s footsteps behind you.  

“Please, Y/N lemme explain.” His speech was slow and his breath reeked of liquor, but that wasn’t the only reason you were disgusted with him. 

“Get out of my sight.” you seethed. You pushed John out of the way and opened the door. 

“Y/N please! It’s late you could get hurt alone out there!” John pleaded. 

You kept your back to him and Martha. “I already am hurt, Laurens.”

You didn’t dare look back at him. 

The air was no longer refreshing; it was suffocating.You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. You wanted to scream, but no sound came out. You just stared straight ahead, even unaware that you had stopped walking. 

“Is there a problem miss?” someone asked. You did not answer. You felt a hand on the small of your back. Half of you screamed to run or kick or punch, but the other half was too tired to care. “Missy, I bet I could wake you up real nice.” he slurred. 

Fine. Do it. You thought. See if I care. 

His hand went around your waist and-

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get off her!” a voice boomed. You hardly noticed when the man’s hands left your body. 

“We were just trying to have some fun, weren’t we?” 

You did not move. 

“Get out of here before I do something I regret.” the other man growled. You heard footsteps slowly dissipate into the night. “Y/N, fuck, are you okay? What did he do to you?” Hercules’ blurry figure appeared before you. His hands went to your arms and his eyes scanned for injury. You stared straight ahead towards the moon, your body numb. “What happened to you? Me and the guys are out looking for Laurens and-” 

You snapped back to reality. “Don’t you dare say that bastard’s name in front of me.” you spat. 

Hercules’ eyes widened. “What did he-”

“He fucking cheated!” you screamed. “He slept with Martha! My best friend and my fiance!” 

Hercules pulled you tight into his chest. You finally cried. You cried and you screamed and you pounded your fists against Hercules’ chest. He just stood there and took it. You sobbed until you could barely stand, and when that happened Hercules’ held you up. When you had reduced to hiccuping, Hercules put his arm around you and walked you back to your house, his eyes showing apprehension the whole way. 

As soon as you got through the door, your body snapped into action. You ran up the stairs to your bedroom and ripped the dress Hercules’ had spent so much time on out your closet. Grabbing an oil lamp, you sprinted out your back door, Hercules finally catching up to you. 

“Y/N w-what are you doing with that dress?” he asked carefully. 

You ripped several strips of fabric off the dress. Hercules winced but didn’t stop you. You threw the rest of the fabric down on the ground, your demeanor eerily calm. Opening up the lamp. You let the end of one of the strips dance over the flame. When it caught, you threw it on the rest of the dress, doing the same with each piece of fabric until a fire roared in front of you. The only sounds were the rush of the blazing dress and Hercules’ breathing. 

You look out at the rising sun, shining orange as the flames. 

Morning had arrived, and your life had changed forever. 

okay so arin and barry being platonic cuddlebros who sometimes kiss and maybe get each other off but it’s not all that serious even if goddamn they love each other

and it’s just all very chill and nice with mochi and mimi cuddled between them in their workspace with their feet in each other’s lap as arin animates and barry edits and wow goodbye this shouldn’t be eating me as much as it is


@flokingaround replied to your post: Aichi for the character meme?

Aichi is mainly shipped with Kai, Misaki and Kourin. Kai is also shipped with Misaki, Ren and Miwa Misaki is shipped with Miwa Of all these ships, Miwasaki probably has the most weight because the writers have teased the pairing in twitter feeds and live broadcast. So far though i dont think anything is set in stone

Yeah, I knew he was shipped with Kai and Ren (I blame my skype group lol).
I have to say, I didn’t even consider Miwa/Misaki. Huh.