Solitude, silence and fasting. Embracing the three most essential spiritual disciplines opens us to the deepest kind of risk: the risk of discovering who we really are, in all our flaws and confusion. Solitude forces us to step away from the continual affirmation of our authority by others; silence compels us to practice quietness rather than noisy self-assertion; fasting exposes our dependence on food and other good things to prop up our sense of agency and capacity.
All of them, practiced regularly, will humble us, bringing us up against our own limits and our own foolishness. Without solitude, silence and fasting, we have no true authority -we are captives of others’ approval, addicted to our personal soundtracks and chained to our pleasures. But on the other side of this vulnerability is true authority, grounded in something deeper than our circumstances.
“So considerate. Though I can’t believe you kicked everyone out of the house so you could take me to bed.”
“One of the many benefits to being High Lord.”
“What a terrible abuse of power.”
#2 Life priorities as a High Lord
“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.”
“A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”’
#3 The true burden of a High Lord
Don’t they know by now that they can find you down here?
Of course. But I never go to the same spot twice in a row, so it usually takes them so long to find me that they don’t bother. Plus, they know that if I’m here, it’s because I want to be alone.
Poor baby High Lord, I crooned. Having to run away to find solitude perfect for brooding.
#4 Mature, serious, responsible ruler
Rhys pinched my behind, and I clamped down on my lip to keep from yelping. I could have sworn Clotho’s shoulders shook with laughter.
Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. “I figure it’s time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.” Cassian laughed, and even Azriel smiled. Mor gave me a look that had me biting my lip to keep from.
#5 Best teacher of his time
“I believe my little lessons helped.”
“Yes, ‘Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for’ is undoubtedly how I learned to read.”
“I was only trying to tell you what you now know.”
# Rhysand? Competitive? Never!
“I need—a toilet.” [Nesta]
I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? His brows shot up.
Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
Mercifully, or perhaps not, Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’ ”
Nesta vomited again—then silence. Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.”
Harry keeps his gaze on the stars as he waits for Draco to answer. The sky is so clear tonight and the grass smells of late summer. Crickets are chirping in the distance and it is the only sound interrupting the long and heavy silence.
“Why did you do it?” Harry repeats. He hears Draco exhale loudly and shift beside him.
“I thought it was the right thing to do.”
Harry’s head whips around.
“I think the reasons are pretty obvious.”
Harry studies him, momentarily mesmerised by the way the gentle breeze caresses his blond locks.
“Tell me,” he insists. Draco sighs and closes his eyes.
“You really want me to say out loud that I didn’t think I was good enough?”
Harry bites his lip and turns his gaze back to the stars.
“You know that’s not true,” he murmurs. Draco sighs again.
“I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. I came back, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Harry frowns. “But you left. You left me without telling-”
“I just said I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought you were better off without me.”
“That’s rubbish.” Harry knows he can’t change Draco’s mind when he’s in this mood. They had talked about this a lot. Draco still felt guilty about his role in the war. If the roles were reversed, Harry would probably feel the same. Draco had gaped at him when Harry had said this to him one night.
“But you never would have done the things I did,” Draco had replied.
“I would have. If my parents were still alive or somebody would have threatened the Weasleys-”
“No,” Draco had interrupted him, “you would have still seen the bigger picture.”
Looking back, Harry thought he should have been more persistent. Maybe Draco would have seen that Harry understood. Yes, there were a few things even he couldn’t just ignore, no matter how much he liked Draco. But he had been willing to work through it. It had wounded him deeply when Draco had just left.
“What changed your mind then? Why did you come back?”
“I guess I just can’t stay away from you,” Draco says, his voice low.
There is a long pause after that, in which Harry isn’t sure what to say to comfort Draco. Without looking, he fumbles around in the grass until his fingers brush against Draco’s hand. He grabs it and squeezes it.
“Do you believe me when I say you’re forgiven?”
Draco doesn’t answer but Harry can hear the unspoken “No” loud and clear.
“Do you think you can forgive yourself?”
“Do you think we can make it through this?”
No answer. Harry bites the inside of his cheek and tightens his grip around Draco’s hand.
“Do you think it’s better if we stopped… this?”
Harry’s heart is beating fast as the silence stretches between them.
Harry peeks sideways and sees Draco smiling at him. It’s a hesitant smile, almost a sad one. But it is a smile.
Relief floods through him. He knows it isn’t as easy as that. He knows there’s is still much to do and talk about. But hopefully, this time, Draco will be there with him.
This is quite short - apologies Word Count - 1201 words
Based off of this request:(xx) Warning:Light smut at the end.
You listened as your daughter
got continually more riled up with Harry’s muteness, wanting nothing more than
to talk to her Daddy. He had strict orders to rest his voice, something very
unwelcome with how busy your day is.
You were stood in the kitchen while
the two of them sat at the dining table, keeping you company. You attempted to
stir the pot of noodles cooking on the stove one handed while also keeping your
newborn latched to feed.
“Daddy! Stop it.” Luna raised
her hand as if she was going to hit him but the look of seriousness that he
gave her stopped the four-year-old, deciding to sit back down and pout. You
could feel sweat running down your neck with the heat of the pan clogging the
air and you were finding it hard to find clean air.
You paced over to the window,
opening it wide and leaning out as much as you could without squishing the
3-week-old baby, Noah, in your arms. The fresh air was a relief to your system
and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.
You felt a hand on your shoulder
and turned to find Harry, a concerned look on his face, his eyes asking if you
were okay. The little girl following behind him caught you eye and her tear
streaked cheeks hurt your heart. There was no point explaining for a third-time
Harrys situation, you had given up a while ago.
“Fine, babe.” That was until the
smoke alarm sounded, the smoke arising from the burning pot of noodles setting
it off. “No, no. Fuck.”
You rushed over and tried to
stir the clump but it proved impossible, the noodles sticking to the pan with
no budge. You threw the pan off the hot plate on to the bench, the sound
alarming the sleeping baby, sending him into a fit of cries.
Meanwhile Harry watched in a
shock, Luna at his side tugging on his hand. He could see you were slowly
falling apart and he couldn’t so much as give you comforting words. Doctors
order an all.
“Mummy said a bad word.” You
heard Luna whisper it to Harry, obviously seeing the state you’re in and not
wanting to push you any further. You rarely swore in front of the kids and felt
shitty you had let one slip.
“Luna, get out of the kitchen
please. Go play with your toys.” You were bouncing Noah, trying to lull him
back to sleep while letting out anything but soothing ‘shh’s’. They came out
harsh and angry; a clear representation of your mood.
“Can you turn that thing off,
Harry? Don’t just stand there for crying out loud.” You were still bouncing
Noah in a way you were sure wasn’t too relaxing but you were too stressed to
care. Since you had ruined dinner, you were ransacking the cupboard looking for
something easy and fast.
The smoke alarm had silenced,
telling you Harry had done what you asked. Now the siren had stopped and it was
much easier to think, you felt terrible about the way you had snapped at Harry
Finding a box of macaroni and
cheese, you decided that would have to do for tonight’s dinner. You turned to
see Harry leaning against the island counter, eyebrows furrowed and watching
you with careful eyes. You sighed, knowing what the look on his face meant.
“What?” You threw the box on the
counter and rested your hand on your hip. Luna was gone, no doubt she had put
up a fight when Harry led her out the kitchen. Noah had quietened with small
whimpers sounding every few seconds.
Harry shrugged and put his hands
up in surrender. He walked to stand in front of you and brushed your cheek with
the back of his hand. Your head was cradled in his large hand and he pulled you
forward for a kiss. Then he took Noah out of your arms, you let out a sigh of
relief from the pain your arm was in for holding him to long.
He took a step back and mouthed
three words. ‘I love you.’ With that he signaled he would check on Luna and
exited the kitchen. You breathed in some air, thankful for the minute alone.
However, the guilt of your abrupt snap weighs on your chest. For now, you would
have to forget about it and make dinner.
You stood in the doorway of your
ensuite later that night, brushing your teeth, as you watched Harry move about
the space of the bedroom getting ready for bed. Dinner was quiet. You had to
get up numerous times to see to Noah and didn’t get a chance to eat your food
before it went cold.
Harry insisted on getting Noah
and Luna to sleep but both kids were reliant on a story or soft whispers to lull
them to sleep. Harry could do neither.
Now that both kids were sleeping
soundly and the only sounds heard were the scuffling of Harry’s feet on the
carpet and the bristles of your toothbrush on your teeth, you could feel some
of the stress from the day lifting off your shoulders.
He looked up at you after some
time, feeling your gaze on him. With a smile, he raised his eyebrows as if to
ask you if you needed anything. You giggled around your toothbrush at his
expression, foam from the toothpaste dribbling out of your mouth.
He shook his head and silently
chuckled at you, pointing in the direction of the sink, prompting you to finish
getting ready for bed. When you emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later,
the only light came from the lamp on Harry’s side of the bed.
He sat against the headboard, a
book in his hands, reading glasses perched on his nose. You stood and stared
again, enjoying the view way too much. Even after two kids, passion was not
lacking in your relationship.
“You look very, very nice this
evening, Styles.” You made your way to the bottom of the bed and crawled your
way up to his legs. He lowered his book, looking down at you with a smirk and a
sparkle in his eyes.
“I think apologies are in order.”
You rose on your knees and sat back on your heels, settling between his legs, your
hands on his thighs, inches away from his crotch. “I was incredibly rude
He looked at you with wonder and
lust. He nodded his head slightly, encouraging you to trace a finger up his
thigh and circle it around his cock, feeling it hardening under your touch. You
gave him an innocent look, but his eyes were closed, veins producing from his
neck as he fought to stay quiet.
Your hand stopped its stroking
and you worked on getting his underwear past his hips, his erection free from
“I think you’ve been quiet for
long enough, baby.” And with that, you took him into your mouth, feeling the
length of him fill your mouth. It started off with whimpers, however when he
came, he couldn’t stop the yell tearing through his throat.
Lance knows; at least, he thinks he knows. Keith’s been acting weird for weeks now: shady, dodgy, and just generally un-Keith like. And, it helps that Lance maybe found a receipt for a very pricey ring hidden in Keith’s coat pocket a few days ago.
He wants to be excited when he wakes on the day that he’s sure Keith has it planned, but he’s struggling. His head hurts, bad. The pain is borderline numbing; he almost feels as if his head is floating, bobbing around in the ocean while water rushes into his ears and floods his vision.
But, he can’t get away with just a headache can he? No. While his head feels as if it may fly off his body, his limbs feel like massive weights constantly trying to pull his body to the ground, and they ache fiercely. Combine those with full body chills that keep running rampant across his slender frame and the coughing and sneezing he’s struggling as it is to hide from Keith, and Lance can easily say he’s fighting a very shitty bout of the flu.
But, that doesn’t matter because Keith has a big day planned, and he will be damned if he fucks up what could be the single best moment of his life.
From 9 in the morning until 5 in the evening, Lance has been running around town with Keith. They went to the movies, they window shopped, and they ate lunch at Lance’s favorite restaurant, even though he didn’t have an appetite and had to fake it.
Now, the two are strolling hand in hand through a garden just as the sun behind them dips below the horizon. Small lights are wrapped around the trees framing their walkway, and really, Lance thinks, the setting is calm yet beautiful, but he can’t find the energy to enjoy it. His entire focus is centered on putting one foot in front of the other. He’s having to mentally yell at himself to stay awake, and every few minutes, he’s forced to blink away the darkness that threatens to take hold.
Really, he’s quite impressed he’s made it this far. Even with his occasional coughing and sneezing, Keith has yet to pick up on his illness, and Lance isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or not.
But whatever, he thinks. He doesn’t care. All he cares about right now is Keith suddenly ushering him toward a bench placed in front of a large fountain. The second he sits, he breathes out a low sigh of relief that catches in his throat when Keith suddenly drops down to one knee in front of him.
Shit, he thinks. It’s really fucking happening.
Lance watches with wide eyes as Keith slides a small blue box out of his coat pocket. The ring!
“I hated you when I first met you…”
Lance chokes out a laugh in between tears. That, he thinks, is a fucking understatement.
“But you are so fucking persistent. You just kept appearing in my life, over and over until I couldn’t get your eyes from my mind or your laugh from my ears.”
Lance’s heart is swelling within his chest, and if Keith’s outer appearance is anything to go by, he’d say the latter feels the same.
“I would sometimes try to picture myself without you by my side, and it made me physically sick. That’s when I realized that I needed to do this.”
Lance blinks through tears when Keith pops the box lid up, revealing a glistening ring.
“I need you in my life, Lance. Will you marry me?”
Even though he was expecting it, Lance still let’s out a small sob as he nods and absently slides one glove off before holding his hand out.
Keith’s fingers are warm against his cold skin, and the ring slides onto his ring finger with ease. It’s stunning, but not as stunning as the man in front of him.
Lance’s eyes flutter closed when Keith leans forward to kiss him. Their lips meet, and Lance’s entire body goes warm from the gentle touch that serves as a comforting reminder of everything he’s ever wanted and everything he now has.
When they break the kiss, neither wants to lose the heat of the moment, so Keith drops his forehead against Lance’s, only to suddenly jerk away with a sharp frown moments later.
Lance’s brows furrow. “Keith, what-”
“You’ve got a fever.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. “What?” Lance tries, voice tipping upward to mock an easy tone. “Because you just proposed to me.” He tries, but Keith only shakes his head and takes a step back, staring him down with narrow eyes.
“No. You’re so pale, and you look exhausted. You’re sick.”
Lance can’t pin Keith’s emotions. The latter’s tone is borderline accusing, but his face is surprised yet pinched with worry.
“I’m sorry,” Lance admits, unsure of what else to say while he mentally kicks himself for ruining the moment with his poor immune system.
He watches as Keith only shakes his head, and next thing he knows, he’s being gently pulled up from the bench then guided through the rest of the garden with a steady arm around his waist.
Everything is moving too fast, yet the silence between the two lingers, leaving Lance on edge. He suddenly grinds his feet to a halt, and clears his throat.
“Keith. I’m sorry,” he starts, voice shaking hard. “I didn’t… I wanted-” Whatever words to follow are cut off by Keith pressing a feather light kiss to his burning forehead.
“It’s okay. Just… I want to get you home. Your fever is worrying, and I hate seeing you sick.”
Lance nods, eyes brimming with tears as the two start walking once more. He drops his pounding, fuzzy head against Keith’s shoulder, illness catching up to him like a tidal wave.
DAY6 Reaction: They get jealous so they ask you out (Part 2)
A/N: This is Part 2 of my previous reaction so you can check that out here :) So this is just Wonpil and Dowoon; enojy! xx
Wonpil had never really been the jealous type, he just liked to make you happy and as your best friend, he did everything in his power to do exactly that. So long as he was the one making you happy, he was just happy to see that despite his huge crush on you that had been brewing inside of him for quite some time. However, while he did care for you as so much more than a friend his own crippling uncertainty meant he could never imagine himself confessing to you, your friendship meant too much to him and frankly he would be crushed if he found out you didn’t feel the same way. However, eventually he started to notice he wasn’t the only one making you happy; at parties you would happily laugh at other guys jokes while they fawned and drooled over you as if it were nothing. Well at this particular party it was clear the boy who sidled up to you was very much interested in you and you didn’t seem to be shying away from the attention at all. It all got a bit much for Wonpil leaving him to leave your side to sit on the grass outside the thumping house. It wasn’t long before you joined him, visibly confused with your hand resting against his back. When you asked him what was wrong his eyes never met yours, he simply mumbled ‘I don’t like him talking to you. Or anyone for that matter.’. You scoffed. ‘That’s pretty selfish don’t you think?’ ‘I am selfish when it comes to you. I really like you Y/N and it’s driving me insane.’
You and Dowoon had been driving back from a lunchtime friend date and in the car he was noticeably moody. Usually you would have the radio on blast, jamming in your seats and laughing at each others attempts to lip sync but today was totally different. You sat in cold and stiff silence, him glancing at you every now and again as if expecting you to come to a realization as to some wrongdoing you had committed. Wracking your brain you thought back to the start of the day where Dowoon had been his usual happy self, holding your hand and chatting about his week but now it was like you were sitting with a totally different person. You set your mind back to where it all changed, and it was in the cafe where you were eating lunch. Other than some waiter flirting with you while taking your order, nothing else had happened. Come to think of it, he had refused to put down a tip and was giving him evil side eye every time he approached the table which, you would admit, was a lot. But surely that couldn’t be it, right? Your thoughts carried you back to your place where you forced the hand brake on exasperatedly before turning him with a huff. ‘Okay broody mcmoody, wanna tell me why your face looks like someone broke your drumsticks?’ He simply tried to get out the car but you locked the doors before he could. ‘Don’t you dare Dowoon, we are talking about this. If you don’t want to talk about it fine, but have I done something? Was it the waiter?’ you saw him wince slightly at the last part. ‘I knew it! What is your problem? How did he manage to offend you so deeply?’ ‘Because he was flirting with you Y/N! I’m the only one allowed to do that! And you didn’t even try to stop him!’ ‘And why should I?’ You exclaimed, trying to get your point across. ‘Because you know I like you!’ Dowoon said, seemingly too fast to stop his confession. Silence between you lingered before you unlocked the door. ‘Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you like this-’ you cut him off with a kiss, quick but full of longing, his eyes still shut when you pulled away. ‘It’s okay’ you said, your hand lingering on his arm.
God my smut skills are shit, I’m sorry you guys idk why I can’t make a decent smut.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1563
“Did you just throw that at me?”
You knew that when you got into a relationship with Jungkook
that his attention could never be 100% on you, you knew that, you accepted
that, but when he actually had a few days off you would think that he wouldn’t
stay on his phone all day.
You were excited when Jungkook called you because you
haven’t talked to him in little under a week due to promotions and everything,
you came right over unlocking the dorms front door with the key Jungkook had
gave to you and walked right in hoping to see your boyfriend waiting for you,
but no. He was sitting on the couch, tv on and feet resting on the small
ottoman in front of him. You closed the door signaling that you walked in, you
expected at least a small glance at the very least, you questioned why he even
called you over to see him if all he was going to do was keep his nose buried
in his phone.
You sat down on the other side of the couch he was sitting
on and decided not to say anything. The silence got old to you real fast, you
wished the silence caressed your skin like the small breeze from the air
conditioner against your skin did but it didn’t. You felt irritation grow
inside of you and a part of you wanted to just get up and leave because you
didn’t even think he would have noticed. Just as you huffed out a breath of air
Jungkook dropped his legs from the ottoman, eyes still glued to his phone,
fingers tapping away mindlessly to whoever he was texting.
Who was he texting? What was so important that he had the
nerve to ignore you? He stood up from his spot and you understood that he was
now walking away. Every step he took you found yourself get angrier, you didn’t
think you’d be this angry with him, you’re not the type of girlfriend to be
needy or clingy and get angry at every little thing he does but today and not
having any contact with him in a week has got you frustrated and the lack of
attention and communication only made it worse.
You never liked to fight with Jungkook, you never pushed him
or got physical with him so you did the only thing logical. You turned around
quickly, clutching on a pillow that was behind your back and chucked it as hard
as you can. You don’t know what you were aiming for, you really wanted to hit
his phone out of his hands but you knew if you actually succeeded in that and
he dropped it and it happened to break that he surely wasn’t going to speak to
you today. The pillow was easy to throw, it wasn’t extremely soft and was
fairly firm so when it hit the back of Jungkook’s head his head jerked forward
and as if it was in slow motion you saw his head raise back up, phone get
tucked back in his back pocket and his body soon turn around to face you.
Your head instantly snapped to the tv before his eyes had
the chance to land on you, you dropped any emotion you had on your face and focused
on not looking at his expression whether it be amused or irritated. “Did
you just throw that at me?” He asked, you felt relieved when you heard
that there was no annoyance in his tone of voice. You glanced at him quickly
before diverting your eyes back to the tv and shrugging at his question. “I
don’t know did the pillow just magically levitate and decide to hit you in the
back of the head?” You said, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your
You could see from the corner of your eye that Jungkook had
leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he continued to stare
at you who was still maintaining your focus on the television. “Why’d you throw
it?” Jungkook said pushing himself off the wall and now brought himself towards
you. Your head snapped at seeing him move and a big smile just appeared on your
face. “Just because.” You shrugged again head craning up as Jungkook
soon towered over you. Before you knew it Jungkook was leaning over you, your
back hitting the arm rest of the couch and his lips trailed kisses down your
neck. “Just…because…huh?” Jungkook said in between breathes, his
hands pressing down into your hips as he pressed himself into you more.
“Jungkook, why are you-”
“Just because.” You didn’t have to see him to know that he was
smirking against your neck. His hand trailed up from your side and found its
way around your neck, his lips left your neck momentarily for him to pull you
into him for a heated kiss. His lips easily dominated yours as he pinned you
under him, hands sliding underneath your shirt and pulling it off all while he
pushed one of his knees in between your legs spreading them apart. Your shirt
was thrown on the floor and before you knew it your bra was unclasped and
joined your shirt. You quickly pulled up at Jungkook’s shirt and he easily slid
it off of him exposing his chest.
You haven’t seen him like this in a while so you found
yourself staring longer than usual. Your hands slowly tracing each groove in
his stomach before looking up at him to see his eyes staring down at you. “What’s
wrong?” He whispered before taking your hand in his, you shook your head
slightly smiling up at him before utter a small nothing. “We just haven’t-”
“I know.” He quickly interrupted, a sad smile appearing on
his face. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head again telling him it was okay before
pulling him down to you to reconnect your lips to his. Your hands took no time
at all to work with the button and zipper on his jeans and helping him tug them
down. They were only half way down when he reached for the waistband of your
leggings. He easily slipped them off of you quickly pulling your lace panties
off right after and finally pulling down his jeans and boxers tossing the
clothes along the floor with the rest. You both were completely bare for the
first time in what felt like forever, Jungkook eyed your naked chest hungrily before
reaching up to run his soft hands over your chest. His lips found their way
onto your neck trailing down love bites, you wrapped your legs around Jungkook’s
waist pulling him in closer to you as your hands ran up his stomach, and you
felt his stomach muscles tense under your hands and you couldn’t help but
giggle slightly. “Oh you think that’s funny?” Jungkook breathed out pulling
away from you quickly. “Just a lit- Fuck!”
Before any second thought Jungkook rammed himself inside you
not letting you get used to his length which you really wished he had but the
pain soon turned into pleasure moments after. It wasn’t long after until you
felt Jungkook’s arm wrap under your back and pull you up, he was now sitting
while you were straddled over him. “Ride me.” He groaned and you simply nodded,
you began to move your hips against him, hands gripped the back of the couch
beside Jungkook’s head for support. As you continued to ride him,
he began to buck up against you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air.
All the thoughts of being ignored left your mind
when he shifted from under you and began thrusting up hard, his hands took hold
of your waist in a tight grip and began slamming you down into him at an
ungodly speed. You let out a shriek of pleasure from the power Jungkook was thrusting
up into you, you could feel your walls already clenching around him. “Jungkook…I-”
“Cum for me.” He groaned out and that’s just what
you did, you could feel yourself unraveling around him, Jungkook continued to
mercilessly drill up into you at a much faster pace before he stilled, a loud
groan escaped his lips and you collapsed against his chest panting hard.
You didn’t know how long you were against his
chest, but once you regained your breath you slowly sat up and rolled off of
him sitting beside him. You let out a big huff but a smile came upon your face
soon after. “You know, that was totally worth you ignoring me today.” You
admitted before interlocking fingers with him. Jungkook’s head snapped down to
you, “I wasn’t ignoring you.”
“Then who were you texting all day?” You now
looked up to him, confusion covering all of your features. “Why do you think
all the guys aren’t here? We all had the day off, I just needed them…preoccupied.”
You raised your eyebrows as the sudden realization dawned on you, you looked at
both of your scattered clothing along the living room then soon turning to face
Jungkook again. “Where are they now?” Jungkook looked at the clock, his eyes
squinted as he tried reading the time. “They should be-”
A knock on the door interrupted Jungkook before
your head snapped over, eyes widening ten times in size.
Here's a sad Sonamy AU: Years later, Amy has move on from Sonic and only sees him as a close friend. While he just does his own thing, he ends up falling for her, but nobody knows this and he fakes his way through. He helps Amy and she ends up marrying, He's sad but still can pull off a smile. She asks him to dance but he despises slow dances, she offers to teach him and he gives up. Some blushy moments later and he accidently confesses his love for her. What's next is up to you. ;) (Not Boom)
(x) Thank you to @mangaanonymous for her amazing preview image! :D You are amazing! And a great friend :’)
It all started when she turned 18…
I was off doing my own thing, you know, fighting Eggman’s old butt-tastic schemes again, only to notice her face on billboards and signs a lot.
That was the first time I found out she was the ‘logo girl’ for some candy brand.
I wasn’t much into sweets, but I found myself buying some anyway. I don’t know, support her maybe?
Then she wrote a book. A pretty decent book too, I might add. I don’t really know where it started, but while reading the book, I tended to find myself buying more candy.
Amy wanted to see me a lot, but I never knew how to make time for her. I wasn’t that I couldn’t, I just didn’t know if I should…
She started seeing him around a year later…
I felt awkward being around her after that. We had one smoothie and admired an old favorite spot of ours together- One where we first hung out so many years ago.
But then… her smile started to change. She was less girly and more womanly. I didn’t like that, the change anyway. But Amy was Amy, and as long as she was happy with whatever his face was, then so be-
Then I heard he proposed.
I think that’s when I started seeing her more. I couldn’t help it. I got… jumpy? I followed her to work, talked with her down the avenue of the rich places she was staying at for some signing deals. You know, the fancy gigs where people come and want your autograph? I wasn’t sure why. How big was Amy at that point?
Then she called. I kinda was thrilled, to be honest… Tails said this was my last chance, whatever that means. She had told the guy to wait on her, that she needed to think about it… I wasn’t gonna let her think long.
She wanted to write a biography of my life. What?
I thought you were gonna confess you’re undying devotion to me… I didn’t want to sound arrogant, but I guess I did. I was expecting her to want me back or something.
That whole interview, I was… well… salty.
I crossed my arms, my legs, even my teeth crossed the other in agitation at her strictly focusing on the details of my life.
Then it hit me.
“..Um.. this is where I come into your life… isn’t it?”
It was almost sweet the way she paused.
My eyes widened, and I straightened up, looking up as I began to think it through. “Oh, yeah..” I had no idea where we were in the conversation, too fixated on the picture of her and this new guy she’d been seeing. “I guess it was.”
“Ehem.” she fidgeted, moving her tight pencil skirt to the side along with her long legs over like a professional. What happened to her acting like a princess?
“I.. I would understand if you don’t want to answer this.”
“I’ll answer it.” I really wanted too.
“Do.. excuse me, but-”
“Not so formal, Amy. Geez.” I slightly mocked her, starting to relax more.
This was my last chance.
Tails’s words never rang so profoundly deep in me before, but I was trying to relax back in the chair, play it off that I wasn’t nervous.
“Well,… could you recount that time? What impact my friendship had on your life?”
That night I was tossing and turning, hitting barks of trees and scaring little critters from their homes. I couldn’t help it. I knew I blew it. I acted cool. I tried to be smooth- but the second I tried to go deeper… tell her how I was feeling about then to now… I just choked.
I… I let her go.
She was married the following May. What’s with May? Spring is always a good time for anything, but she had constantly- no, BEGGED me for a June wedding. Something about June making you a bride forever or something.
Did she not want to be a bride forever now?
Now I can’t help but smile at her picture on streets or postboards. Can’t help but grin at seeing her in her first movie. Can’t but let the sweet sorrow sink in when I see a robot wielding a hammer and know that Eggman misses her a bit too, in his own way.
Knuckles constantly says he misses her energy, that it’s too quiet now that she never visits him or the chao with picnics. I remember spontaneous picnics… Amy would try to hand feed me, and it always made me uncomfortable. But for some reason, I wouldn’t mind her hand lifting up with her mouth slightly dropping in hopes I would let her do something for me. That makes a sad smile too.
Or when Tails mentions Amy hasn’t spoken to him for a while, but he still gets a new book edition free from her agency. He told me the romantic scenes made him laugh, cause he knew she still pined for me. I didn’t know if he said that to trigger me out of my fake persona or was trying to make me feel better, knowing I would fake-it-till-I-made-it everytime someone mentioned her name.
What really bites is that I can’t seem to help but want to run out and still fight for her.
But what’s left to fight for? That rich dude’s got spontaneous picnics, hugs, affection 24/7. He’s living a life with what most would suggest is the perfect wife. But the second a news channel mentioned a possible baby I smashed Tails’s t.v… I never really knew why I spin-dashed so hard into it.
Tails says it could be that I don’t want it to be permanent. And a baby would mean Amy isn’t coming back to me. To me?
I just wanted Amy back. Whether this was love or not, I wondered if I should have bought that first candy. I wonder if it would have made a difference to tear down all the billboards, all the posters, smack any man that looked at her funny from the signs, but that really would be crazy.
I wondered if I was going crazy…
Missing Amy Rose…
I missed her so much.
It’s like that feeling when something in your life goes off course, makes you stumble, almost unable to fully remain calm anymore. A nagging in the back of your mind that things could be better if you had that one thing…
Tails says If there is a baby, I needed to really step away.
Tails says a lot of things.
Can you really miss someone so much that your dreams start replaying the past?
But I acted differently in my dreams. I held her back. I put my arm around her more. I was confident when alone, and strode with a proud look of certainty when she came running for me… and I went to her.
I hated sleeping.
That wasn’t normal.
Hehe, who knew, eh?
The one girl that was always a no-brainer, a dead give away, would end up falling out of orbit and running off to do her own thing… and leave me behind.
Destiny, she called it.
Was that what this was? I felt guilty for some reason. And… strangely upset.
I tried to not go into town anymore, Eggman said I needed to chin-up, whatever that means. But it worried me that he could tell something was off with me too…
Maybe it was the lack of sleep.
Then I get a call from Vanilla, telling me Amy has invited everyone to a big ball event for some red carpet treat.
How big was Amy again?
Her dude friend was paying all expenses, and apparently, leaving for some hotshot gig somewhere fancy.
Amy wanted me to come.
With the most itchiest and tight suit that Tails could find for me. Rented. Of course, it was rented. I wasn’t gonna take any money from Mr. Fancypants, that’s for sure.
Then I saw her.
Beneath the sweat from my new clothes, and the warmth of the lights, the intoxicating aroma of high-society, Amy walked in with a bright pink dress, sparkly and addicting.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her and mentally cursed for myself for not being able to.
Amy was a woman now, years had gone by and she had transformed herself into something jaw-dropping. But my mouth remained shut as Fort Knox.
I gazed at her while I strode aimlessly through the crowd of dancers.
She would float along the crowd, a beautiful smile, but not her true smile, I knew better. She was wearing her ‘enjoying but mellow about it’ smile… not my favorite, but a pleasant one at most.
Her eyes were bright with the glasses of drinks all toasting up around her, teeth as white as snow, and her dress flaring up at the ends as she pranced up to her friends and would gently touch their arms in welcome.
Then she turned to see me, and the world shut us out.
Sounds were cut from their strings.
Time halted and stepped back to let her through.
I even saw light pause to admire her before trailing on in its course.
My dreams were flooding the gates of my emerald eyes, and memories of a small, pretty young girl jumping into my arms flinched an impulse to catch her before she fell.
But she wasn’t running to embrace me.
Not this time…
Good heaven! Did she swallow an angel’s music box!?
What happened to squeaky and high-pitched?
Chaos, help me. I thought the movies exaggerated it.
It was deeper, fully matured, and rolled with a tumble that caught the ears of men into an endless loop as it repeated slower and slower in their minds…
“I’m so happy you finally made it!” she grinned, there it was… a smile I’d missed so much. But it faded when I didn’t reply fast enough.
Did she take my silence the wrong way?
“I-um…” to be honest, I didn’t know what to say.
I dream of you! I don’t buy your candy anymore! Or your books!
That wasn’t really what you should say in moments like these…
I already lost my last chance.
I looked away then, I hadn’t fully realized till she was standing right in front of me but…
I had lost everything.
Even my fame was fleeting.
She looked longingly sorrowful to me, as if worried before she turned to the music and instinctively smiled, getting a crazy idea.
That was the face anyway… for crazy ideas…
“Come dance with me!” she giggled, though, with a voice like that, it sounded flirtatious.
She wouldn’t be flirting with me anymore…
She swayed her body back and forth, before extending her arm out, pressuring me on.
I stared… wanting too.
“I don’t do slow dances.” but I only folded my arms when another thought came to mind. “And besides… You’re a married woman now.”
“He knows I’m asking you to dance right now,” she stated, her head held high. “I told him specifically that at the stroke of midnight, the second slow dance, I was going to the dance with you.”
I didn’t know how to take this.
But my eyes shot down to her hands and my arms immediately unfolded.
“Just one?” I couldn’t believe what was happening…
“Em-hmm.” She nodded, pursing her lips in.
I took her hand,… and she led me to the dancing peacocks all in their colorful and silly arrays.
I felt awkward, but this meant I could…
I could hold her again.
We did dance, although with great difficulty as I knew nothing of dancing this waltz nonsense. But it was fun to twirl her, fun to hear her laughter again, and even better when she got dizzy and had to sit down once I picked up the dance move better.
“Haha! I figured I had to lead for a while but you pick up fast! haha!” We escaped to the balcony for fresh air.
I was enthralled. Not only was the fresh, cool air of the night now loosening my constricted muscles and lungs, but I had my old self back.
Amy just made me feel younger, I guess. More myself. My real heroic self again.
I wanted to do something crazy and stupid, tell her to come away with me, fly off into the night while I stole Knuckles’s emeralds, one more adventure.. just one more…
But I realized that wasn’t enough, I wanted more, and I wanted her to know what I was feeling.
Then, as I pivoted to say something stupid in the moment, I saw her grip her head.. and then her stomach.
My entire flighty being was silently resolved. My foolish, youthful smile faded. The red in my cheeks from the heat of the party was now cooled with the air of reality.
I looked away, “Sorry… I didn’t realize… I should have been more careful.”
“Huh?” She looked up, as if unsure of what I was referring too.
“…I mean, it’s been a while..” I kicked the sleek balcony floor beneath me, not wanting to talk about this further. “Congratulations… Amy.” I looked out spitefully into the darkness.
That’s when her smile faded and she stood up. “I’m not pregnant,” she concluded.
My head bounced on my shoulders, eyebrows rising.
“…We… we tried but…” she looked away, “I don’t think he can medically… I would have to use other means and… And I’m scared of that.” Amy held her sides with her arms, and I suddenly scolded myself for letting newscasters get the better of me.
“You’re not..?” I turned around, it was more tender than I wanted it to be, but she seemed thankful of that.
She shook her head to me, “No. I’m not.”
“…Ever?” I moved a little closer… something sparked. My face burned again, my arms twitched for her, and I couldn’t help but breath and think fast.
She seemed a little uncertain by my response and looked down and away. “Not by natural means… I don’t think so. He can’t. Anyway…”
I got excited! I couldn’t tell why!
“Amy!” my body moved on its own, right up next to her, my hands only seconds away from being able to hold her again… this time… maybe for longer.
“I… The answer! The real answer is-!”
“I-!!! That first time… you entered my life, I-!”
I … I had too.
“I was conflicted!” I gripped my chest, my heart was out of control. Something about this all seemed plausible, like Destiny was still on our side, although… I wasn’t sure if Amy saw it that way anymore or not.
“Becuase I didn’t know what it meant. I liked you, but I didn’t feel anything for you. Then I met you again and again. You caught me in your killer-hugs and chased me no matter where I went! I… I fell for that… Amy… and I felt betrayed when you left me for him.”
I ducked my head, eyes turning to coal, and mouth being locked in my swallow.
Her eyes shook, and I knew what I did was wrong.
“…Left you?” she gasped out.
I turned away, “Sorry. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to-”
She grabbed my hand, “You left first! You never were around anymore! I got so popular, thinking you would like someone who had the same fame as you. Someone who was a woman, not a child! I thought that I could all these things, make you notice me, forced to see me everywhere you went! You still never came… you still didn’t seem to care… so I … I found someone. I wanted you to tell me to stay, not to get married, not to be famous anymore! But you were happy… you said you were happy for me!”
I stopped her, gripping her arm and pulling myself towards her. “I never… said that.” My eyes showed the serious sincerity of that.
She started to tear up, dropping a little as her knees seemed to be giving out.
“You… You never said anything against it!”
“I never said anything at all!”
“Because I thought you wanted to live this way! You wanted to be rid of me! Of the way I lived my life!”
We both were a mess, falling to the ground and holding one another. Amy sobbed while I scanned the skies.
How could a miscommunication get this bad?
“…Do you love him?”
She gripped my shoulder and nodded as she squinted her eyes as shut as she could manage.
“…Do you still love me?”
She wept loudly.
The divorce never happened.
Because Amy’s husband never came back.
There was an accident and Amy was left with no explanation to why the limo driver pulled him off at a drug dealer’s mafia site.
Sorry this has been a LONG time coming. I’ve had a lot of life stuffhappen in the last month and it’s meant I haven’t really felt like writing. It also means that this chapter is possibly a bit too angst ridden. Sorry about that (not sorry)
Summary: After a random meeting on Tinder you begin a long distance relationship with Lin while he films Mary Poppins in London. It’s all fluff and sweetness and light until your ex lies and convinces Lin that you are back together, threatening your long distance relationship.
Word Count: 5,232
Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.
A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.
Remember the time you used to date Lin-Manuel Miranda? Yeah that was weird.
What a strange sentence to tumble round your brain. The strangest part was that it was in past tense. ‘Dated’. As in you used to date him but not anymore. As in, you fell in love with him far too quickly and your life ruining ex-girlfriend decided to stomp on both your hearts. As in he’s a million miles away across the sea and he’s no longer speaking to you and maybe you should let it go.
I’ve been standing at the edge of the water…
long as I can remember, never really knowing why…
You cringed and closed your eyes as the familiar sounds of the Moana soundtrack blasted out across the tannoy in Target. It was maybe the 6th time you’d heard that song that week while trying to go about your daily life. You abandoned your cart and marched towards the nearest exit. Not today, Satan, not today.
This is set between Magnus’ scene with Jace & the party. Magnus deserves to be treated with respect and both he and Alec deserve to have their relationship spoken about with respect by Alec’s family. Parabatai have it out and Malec are happy.
Thank you so much to @ladymatt (it was a long edit session but you were an angel as always) and @blj2007 (i really appreciated your comments and support !!)
When Alec walked into the living room he was surprised to see Magnus standing at the drink cart tossing back a glass of whisky. When he’d seen him earlier he’d seemed so happy about how plans were going for Max’s party. But maybe one of the suppliers had been unreasonable, he didn’t really understand half of what went into planning one of these things.
“Well, I delivered the invitation to Mother and they’re coming. So that’s one less thing we need to worry about,” Alec said, coming to stand by Magnus, relieved that at least that meeting was over.
“Well Alec I must say I’m surprised, I felt sure she’d object,” Magnus paused as Alec’s face hardened, “she did object didn’t she, Alexander?”
“And I made it very clear that we care about Max and that whatever function was being held we would be attending together.” Alec paused and then grinned, “so she decided to accept your very generous offer to host it.”
“Why, Alexander, I wish I’d been there to see it!” Magnus said making no attempt to hide his glee at the prospect of Maryse being put in her place.
“It needed to be done.” Alec said simply, although his smile suggested he felt at least slightly triumphant about his success, “So, have you seen Jace? I said I’d tell him whether she was definitely coming. I think he needs a bit of time to prepare given he hasn’t seen her since she practically disowned him after everything happened with Valentine. I assume he’s still here, somewhere?”
The sound… it’s
like a river of oil, thick and black and glowing pearlescent. It’s
like smokestacks and daggers and the heat of a dull orange sun. And
it’s been getting louder, night by night, from the moment his mind
lets go to the moment the horizon grows bright with dawn, ever since
the day Clary killed Valentine.
It’s not a
nightmare. There’s no blood or death or heartbreak in his dreams.
No images of his mother, or Ragnor, or of Alexander, tipping off the
edge of the roof.
But still. It’s a
it murmurs familiarly.
startles awake, heart in his throat, sweat slick on his skin, breath
coming too fast as he gasps in silence. It’s
still dark enough that he can’t see, that he shouldn’t
be able to see, yet the sight of cat eyes shine harshly in his gaze.
Eyes like his, except not. Eyes that are crueler, harder, forged in
a fire too hot to comprehend.
It’s a dream, he tells himself. It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it has to be a dream.
jolts at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.
hey. You okay?” Alec’s voice is rough in sleep, like sandpaper on
velvet, and Magnus feels his pulse calm to a steadier tempo.
turns until he’s facing Alec, and he reaches out until his hand is
brushing Alec’s chest.
okay, just… strange dream,” he says. Not a lie, and not a truth,
but it’s all he can manage.
arms reach out, slow and half-conscious, to pull Magnus toward him
until Magnus is tucked gently under his chin. With skin
on skin and the sweet, musky scent of
Alexander in his lungs, Magnus is reminded of spring and wine and Brooklyn
evenings, and he finds himself fading, falling asleep, drifting away,