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yenkat101 · 2 years

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Bsd ability is protecting pt. 1

25 post event. 7/25 -pt. 2 (Dazai and Chuuya)

Characters: (Atsushi x you) (Akutagawa x you)

General: Scenario

Text type: Pine point and dialogues

Warning: mentions of strangers assaulting reader

Master list

Senecio: I was thinking about some original ideas I could post about until I fought about, what if you're lovers ability acted on it's own to protect you because they sensed you in danger? Not all the bsd characters can do that. But, I know that Atsushi and Akutagawa could since their ability has it's own mind. Not so much Atsushi, but it has happen in numerous episode that he's ability has a mind of he's own.

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Atsushi Nakajima

-Atsushi was with Dazai on another case to solve a robbery cause by some ability user, it didn't take long until they solved the case and arrest the people responsible for the crime

-now Atsushi was walking back to the agency with Dazai, until he came to a helt because he felt so uneasy

Atsushi: ...

Dazai: Atsushi..? Do you feel sick or something?

Atsushi: ...

-Atsushi didn't know why he felt so uneasy. His guts told him to start naming names of people he knew. He named all the agency members with no luck, until he said Y/n. He's stomach responded loud and clear that he's uneasy because of you. He didn't understand at first

-like why would you make him feel sick? Then his ability activated on it's own making he's legs into a tiger's back leg

-he told Dazai to go without him, claiming that he forgot something important he needed to do

-once Dazai was out of view he decided to use the tracking app that he'd refused to use it under any circumstances

-it didn't take long to pin point your location, he felt more uneasy when he saw that you were currently in a part of Yokohama where there were many reports of criminal activities there

-he decided to go and see you, in order to calm his nerves

-suddenly his ability acted up more and started sprinting to your location at he's highest speed. In 3 minutes he would be at you location if he continued he's current speed

-he was quite shocked when his ability started running, and even more worried because he's ability never acted up this much

-but, he was instead glad that it did, because what he saw angered him

Y/N's pov

-you were just walking to the armed detective agency to meet up with your boyfriend Atsushi to have lunch with him

-what you didn't expect was some thugs that wanted you as hostage to possibly capture Atsushi who was 7000 yen and sell him to receive all the money nessessairy to be as strong as the Port Mafia was now attacking you

-they were beating you up, now you were on the wall crouched down as blood came down your nose and as bruises started to forme

-it was a terrifying site to walk by, an innocent young adult being beaten as if they were a twig. You look bearly old enough to be an adult so many would mistake you as a teenager at first glance

-you were done for, until a white tiger came. It was clearly angry, it also had a slight glow of blueish turquoise, you knew it was Atsushi. I repeat he looked furious.

-he was quick to shield you, now there was an threatening tiger growling at the attackers as you were hidden under his stomach

-the tiger showed an aggressive attitude, clearly giving the point that he was not afraid to harm them if they were to harm you

-soon enough the police showed up because apparently a citizen came across the scene and called the police, they claim that innocent teenager was being beaten up by thugs

-lucky enough the police station that responded to the call has worked with the armed detective agency before and are aware of Atsushi's ability. so, they weren't too shocked to see him and focused on resting the thugs instead of worrying because there's a white tiger intimidating criminals

-after the scene was cleared up they want to check on the so-called innocent teenager that was absurdly harmed by some lowly thugs. But Atsushi was not comfortable with the action. So, he used his mouth, bit onto your clothes a bit, carrying you like how felines normally carry their cub and started running, jumping roof to roof

-once the both of you have reached a far distance, he turned back to normal on a rooftop. Now he was in his human form with certain parts of the body that refuse to return to his original state and he was still glowing which was something new. He said and caressed you while crying a bit

Atsushi: Are you all right?

Y/n: Yes. but, how did you find me? you're supposed to be at the agency...

Atsushi: Believe it or not, my ability knew you were in danger and reacted on it's own

Y/n: Really?

Atsushi: Yeah, I think my ability knows I want to protect you so it acted up on its own when you were in danger

Atsushi: Now let's go back to the agency to get you patched up, here I'll carry you

Y/n: Love you...

Atsushi: I love you too, but rest now. The bruises are starting to get worse and we must treat the blood before anything else happens. Feel free to sleep during the walk back, this time I'll protect you and make sure nothing happens to you

-afterwards Atsushi used a bit of his ability to turn his legs into a tiger's legs to be able to go to the agency faster

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

-Akutagawa just finished a mission, having finally gotten rid of Higuchi. He was wondering if you were alright

-suddenly his coat aka Rashomon summoned himself looking deranged and agitated

-Akutagawa was confused because this is the first time Rashomon has ever done something like this

-Rashomon moved oddly as it twitches seeming like it's glitching, as well as trying to say something important that Akutagawa needs to know

-the more time he stood there trying to understand what was his ability trying to tell him, the more Rashomon became impatient and even tried rushing away from him in order to show him what's wrong

-finally he agreed to follow his ability in the direction that it was leading him to, almost every second that passed Rashomon wanted to go faster

-so Akutagawa decided to follow his pace and continue on, and he was 100% confused on why was it acting up

-but all he cared is to get it over with. so, his ability won't attack him

-when Akutagawa realized why Rashomon was acting up he was straight up furious and suddenly had murders intentions

Y/N's Pov

-you were just going home after work, after you decided to take the morning shift

-now right now is about lunch time, you know your boyfriend was busy all the time. so, you didn't even bother to ask if he wanted to eat with you. but, it wouldn't hurt to drop him off something to eat

-so now you were walking to go get some food, like perhaps soba? Or even figs, you were a bit hungry so you didn't care

-suddenly a hand grabbed you and pulled you in an alleyway, you didn't know who were these strange men but they were looking for trouble

-they started touching you weirdly and asking what was frail child doing on the streets

-you were so confused, what! is now illegal for a young adult to walk in broad daylight!?! In your defense you said you were not a child but rather a young adult

-then out of nowhere they were acting all smug saying they knew who I was and who I was dating

-then they started smashing you repeatedly on the wall then they started punching you for their own pleasure, now you were trembling not exactly knowing what to do you weren't totally afraid but of course you didn't like what they were doing

- (why weren't you afraid? You seen Akutagawa do worse to someone else)

-you couldn't help but cry and tremble while you hold yourself, it was painful, it hurt. Now you're a bit shocked of fear, since you didn't exactly know how to stand up for yourself

-then suddenly the attackers expression changed to smug and pleasure to now fear and horror

-then you were quickly lifted off the ground, into an embrace

-this person held you close and covered your ears and eyes for some reason

-now you're being carried by this person and still wasn't aware of who it was

-but after 5 minutes of pure silent and continuous walking you came to a stop. The person that quote unquote saved you, was your boyfriend Akutagawa

-you couldn't tell who it was because he never did spoke waiting forcing you into his arms even if he did you want to be able to hear because of the years that covered your ears. Your vision was also taken away and you're certainly not used to him giving affection. so, the thought of your boyfriend being there was somewhat of a distant memory, due to him not exactly touching you often

-you could tell that Akutagawa had various amount of murderous intentions within all that calm compose human being act

Akutagawa: Are you alright..?

Y/n: Now that you're here, yes

Akutagawa: We're going to my apartment

Y/n: Aren't you supposed to be at work or something

Akutagawa: I finished early... you're not going to work for the rest of the day

Y/n: I just finished work for the rest of the day...

-then you tumble forgetting that you had a moment of trembling out of a fear and most certainly being beaten up that caused your legs to give out

-Akutagawa was surprisingly fast enough to catch you, you never seen him move that quickly

Akutagawa: You're not going to work for a week that's final

-that was the last thing he said until he started carrying the bridal style to his apartment

-and yes, you were forced to not go to work for a week

Y/n: Aku...

Akutagawa: Yes?

Y/n: I love you...

Akutagawa: I love you more than you think *mumbles*

25 post event with (Atsushi x reader) and (Akutagawa x reader) 7/25.

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systematic-advice · 2 years

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I'm not a system, but I'm not sure how else to explain this weird experience from my childhood. I'm not asking for a diagnosis, but I would greatly appreciate it if you pointed me in the right direction so I could do my own research.

Back when I was 10-12ish I had this other voice in my head with a personality completely different from my own. He commented on things I was doing throughout the day and we had frequent back and forth conversation. It didn't feel like I was talking to myself, it felt like talking to someone else with a mind of their own. (He was kinda rude to me, honestly...)

Based on my research, this sounds A LOT like an alter. But I don't have alters anymore. One possible explanation is that I managed to reach final fusion before ever learning what OSDD-1/DID were, but that wouldn't explain why my memory still feels like it was put through a paper shredder, and then a bunch of tiny, very vivid 1-second clips (of the weirdest, most random moments) were picked out of the shavings. The rest is a black void. If I'd reached final fusion, I probably wouldn't still have that amnesia.

I know I'm not a system for a variety of reasons. Despite not remembering my childhood, there's nothing that could have logically happened in it that would have been traumatic enough to cause DID/OSDD-1. I don't have PTSD symptoms that I've noticed and I've never had a flashback. Even though I find myself talking to reoccurring characters in my head sometimes, it doesn't feel "real" like it did when I was 10-12ish; they're just daydreams, they respond to fake scenarios I make up instead of my real life. Now that I know what DID/OSDD-1 are, if I tried to make contact with a supposed "alter" I'd just make up a fully-developed character in a split second because I'm so good at creating characters/character dialogue after years of writing. I zone out a lot, but that's just ADHD. I never find evidence that I've actually DONE something during the time I was zoned out. And finally, it makes absolutely no sense that I'd somehow lose contact with my alters and inner world when I had such good communication with them before.

So, it's pretty clear-cut; I don't have OSDD-1 or DID, and I'm not a system.

But still... I'm not sure what else this voice could have been. Are there disorders similar to OSDD-1/DID which could explain what this was? It wasn't an auditory hallucination; I didn't hear it out loud, just in my head. My doctor thinks I might have BPD, but I looked up the symptoms and they didn't fit, so I've already ruled that out. Another therapist thought I had bipolar, but that didn't fit either (She also thought I might have psychosis but I haven't researched that yet)

Maybe I just had an overactive imagination, and all of my current symptoms are caused by a mix of ADHD and generalized anxiety disorder?

Hi there Anon! There's a lot to unpack here.

First let me say that going through this sort of questioning is very normal when you're learning about yourself. I'm glad you're taking the steps to learn about yourself. That said though, I do feel like you have a bit of bad information, so let me see if I can clear some things up. The first thing I'd like to touch on is the reasons you've given for knowing that you're not a System. While I'm not here to tell you that you are, I do need to point out a few things about those reasons.

If you don't remember your childhood, there is nothing to say that you don't have trauma. 'Bad enough' is completely relative to the person experiencing the trauma, so it doesn't have to be something people often describe as 'Big T' trauma. It's also not something you can rule out though. For instance, we didn't know where our System came from until about five years ago. We were just aware that it was here and that we must have experienced some bad things beyond what we remembered. We thought of our family as being a safe space for years before we remembered. I'm not saying for certain that you have a System or very bad trauma, I'm just saying that's a possibility.

We have said many times before that teenagers seem to experience Systemhood and Maladaptive Daydreaming (MADD) much more intensely that adults. This is based off of our own experiences as well as the experiences of our S/O who is also a System. There is also emerging research that suggests a strong tie between these two conditions, so that's something to keep in mind. I certainly think some of the things you're describing could be MADD.

And finally concerning your reasons, it does actually make sense to lose contact with your System. As I have come to understand it, being frontstuck to the point of limited communication can go on for a number of years. I'm given to understand this comes as a result of intense stress, but there can be other reasons. (Followers, I'd love corrections if I have bad information here!)

Now with that out of the way, there are a number of disorders that can cause things like Alters to form and if this singular voice is the only experience you've had with a fully formed Alter there is every possibility that what you were experiencing was some kind of delusion. People on the schizophrenia-spectrum can often experience intense hallucinations or delusions of voices or people around them. We were first diagnosed with Schizo-effective, which we now understand to be comorbid with our System. What I'm saying is they are often mistaken for each other, so it is absolutely a possibility that you're experiencing something else. If you truly believe you're not a System then it's worth noting that disorders on the schizophrenia-spectrum do not HAVE to come from trauma. Researchers are still learning what factors go into this sort of thing.

It's also possible that a lot of the zoning out you're dealing with comes from the ADHD, that's true. Anxiety can also shut people down, but these things are usually tracible. I'd suggest starting a journal both for your daily mood and your daily thoughts. This can help a LOT in figuring out of the zoning out relates to specific moods to tone changes, or if it's happening all the time. It will also help you better understand how you were feeling around those episodes. If it is the ADHD, speaking to a professional and trying ADHD Coping mechanisms is a good place to start.

It sounds like you have done a lot of soul searching on this one, but I do think it would be worth you diving a little farther into some DID literature as well as information on schizophrenia-spectrum disorders. Psychosis is typically described as a symptom, not a diagnosis. So I would look into that with that fact in mind.

I wish you all the best in trying to learn about yourself and what's going on Anon. I hope this is helpful to you and your journey. Thanks for dropping in.

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lilylilym · 3 years

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Cinematic language to help you understand why Levihan is more canon than you think

First thing first, of course the plane was Hange. And the wood parallel is deeper than just hints of canon ship

If the birb is Eren then the plane is Hange. It’s called a ✨symbol✨ and a ✨parallel✨ , a narrative device and a visual cue means for readers to reflect on

a) things that happened related to the actual object (when have we seen this before and last time we see it what happened)

b) what it could represent in terms of symbolic meaning (travel, migration, meaning mobility and freedom and civilization and means and that Levi has a good life for example)

c) how it is positioned in relationships with other object/symbol that are similar to it visually, to draw some similarities and differences in terms of narrative (plane is a machine birb, scientific birb, Levi sees plane while Mikasa hanging out w birb, what do this mean???? Thinkkkkkk)

Some folks will find value in learning comp lit, to know how to read narrative work, including cinema. AOT is visual but it is also deeply cinematic in the way Hajime Isayama draws the panel and the variety of shots he uses to depict the passive narration such as voice-over, time-lapse, flashbacks, time jump, etc.

Here’s an example of how AOT is structured by paralllels, symbols, and narrative devices through editing/cinematic techniques to tell the story. This is my favorite scene when Isayama uses a combination of cutaway and montage to use a character’s dialogue beyond the immediate moment (real time) to depict a larger theme of the story:

This scene is Levi and Kenny talking to each other in real time. There are many ways to depict a dialogue. If it is about each other, then characters are usually depict in “continuity editing” where the whole scene is about them talking to each other, shots will be opposite shots of their face, over-the-shoulder, giving audiences a feel that you are there with them in the convo, listening to them talk. But this scene “cutaway” in that it breaks up the “linear time” by showing audiences other images not realistically been seen by any character, to broaden the scope of the scene. Now you know it’s not just about the dialogue. However, cutaway usually is a thing that realistically in that scene, like cut to the tree while Kenny is still speaking, then go back to them.

In this “sequence,” what is shown is a montage of images that are not only “flashbacks” (memory of things the characters have seen/witnessed, since he couldn't have seen Kuchel) but compilation of new images that are “symbolic” to the lines Kenny is speaking. In other words, the author is drawing “parallels” from one instances to others, connecting separated people, scenes, stories, actions, decisions into one larger thing we call “theme”––Isayama’s making sure that audiences know exactly what to think by forcing separated images into one montage, and make sure you understand that this message needs to be understood beyond Kenny. So that’s the cinematic language readers should be aware that Isayama is using.

That’s why arguing events based on literal evidence is limited, because it is cannon itself that events, stories, people’s decisions and investments are meant to be interpreted and understood in juxtaposition.

Now let’s move on to juxtapositions and parallel in Levihan and Eremika:

I know people have use the wood parallel to talk about how Levihan is canon, but I think the wood is meant to show that Levihan are the adult version of Eremika, who also understand and rely on each other, but a lot more secured in their relationship and trust.

So, get this: for Eremika, Eren had to ask who he is to Mikasa (I know, dumbo) before they get the alternative living in the wood. That’s cuz their young love is shy and also full of insecurities and they are unsure of how to understand their affection for one another. The insecurity is especially pronounced when Mikasa, after having been asked that (”who am I to you”), still get so hurt when Eren said he had been hating her since they were kids. That means we can read that she took the question as “what do you want from me why are you clingy” instead of “pls tell me you like me.”

In another world, she is her fierce self who lives only for her and Eren (like she used to back then, ready to fight the whole army to keep Eren alive but now she’s a soldier for humanity) and suggested that they runaway to live in the wood. In this scenario, Mikasa’s suggestion was implied, we never saw her do it, only told in Eren’s retelling, and even so, in his words (“thats what you said, Mikasa”).

This whole scene is continuity editing with flashbacks, purely from the perspective of Mikasa. You as the reader assumes her point of view, because the images depict Eren speaking, and Eren’s words dictate most of the information. So you, as a reader, is being told to, passively that this is what happened, and that whatever decision of how they get here, has been made prior to you. In other words, while the dialogue happening about them being together is real time, the dialogue of how they decided to do so, is not. That is meant for interpretation. The author does not let you know how it happened in real time. This intended foreclosing is meant to evoke a sense of confusion, unsatisfaction (because you do not get to know how decisions are made and why), so it is safe to assume that the intended feeling is also just that--bittersweet. You know the couple get to be together, but they were not entirely at peace. This life will weight heavily on them until the day Eren dies. This scene is in chapter 138, but in story’s time, it’s meant to be continue before the timeskip.

For Levihan, in chapter 126, the conversation between Levihan was playing out in real time itself, but the whole scene is an independent moment that preceded the real event (which was continued on from chapter 125, where Hange and Levi met with Pieck and Theo).

In this scene, readers can see that the suggestion was direct, and we were in on the act as it happens. Hange thought Levi was unconscious, so they were thinking out loud. “Maybe we should just live here together, right, Levi?” We see Hange contemplating about it, said it out loud, and sad that it might just be a wild thought.

Time cut. Now they’re doing something else, before the path appears, and they turned around to wake Levi up. Levi woke up at that same moment, immediately asking about what happened before he was unconscious, not letting Hange know that he heard the whole thing. He took time to catch up with what happened, gathering information and providing information. This means he is contemplating about Hange’s proposal.

“I let him get away again.” Hange responded to this sentence with “I’m sure you want revenge, but for now...” Levi moved on, seamlessly, without a beat, “If we keep running and hiding, what will that get us?” At first it seems like a continuation of the convo--as in Levi doesn’t want to keep hiding and want to go back to battle, but Hange understood immediately that he was referring to their talk: “So you heard me talking to myself.”

Here, Hange weren’t like “omg im sorry I didn’t know u were up i would have never,” because that would suggest that the relationship between them is unconfirmed and that Hange has yet to know what Levi thinks of them (as seen in Eremika’s nature of their relationship). But they were just like, ok, so you heard. Then Levi saw that Hange was making a thing to carry him, and concluded, “I know you. You’re not able to stay out of the action.” Hange admitted, “Yeah, that’s right, I can’t.”

If you look at the scene itself, you will see a lot of opposite shots (POV of the two characters who are talking to each other), many of them are close-up (right in their face). It is a short, but continuous, linear conversation where Hange and Levi got to talk about the possibility, discussed it together, before Levi pointed out that Hange could never just sit this one out, and Hange agreed. This scene is also meant for interpretation, because even though they talked about the possibility, they didn’t go “so what do you think, I think we should” but it was Hange’s wild thought that they fully intended not to go through, and Levi’s understanding that he was not meant to truly respond, because he saw that Hange already had a plan to keep it moving. (The next scene is Levi negotiating with Theo and Pieck, so it’s safe to assume that they spent the rest of their conversation discussing strategies.)

Levihan’s scene is short, but it was meant to read in juxtaposition with Eremika’s more elaborate life in the wood in 138 -- communicating the idea that if they had run away together, they would also suffer intensely survivor’s guilt. Which, as soldiers and commanders, they simply cannot choose. So, in a way, this is to depict Levi’s theme, “no regret,” even as they never had a future to be together at peace. The fact that they can have this extremely heavy conversation means that there were peaceful moments between them that they experienced, that would allow this scene to read like a final good bye.

So, as I have rambled more than I needed to, I’mma stop here. My point was pretty simple and meant to invite folks to read AOT very generously in terms of its couple/romantic/partnership, in that just because things are not fleshed out doesn’t mean it’s not real and that readers are supposed to read between the line, thematically, across storylines to get the full picture, but sternly in the way that you need to understand narrative devices and visual cues the ways they’re meant to be read. To go back to the plane controversy (apparently some people insist that planes are planes), of course planes are planes, that’s what they first and foremost need to be. No object would be included for the symbolic meaning only - it always need to be itself first and foremost, to create a normative sense of reality before it could go imaginative and interpretive.

#snk #aot #levihan #eremika #levi ackerman #hange zöe #kenny ackerman

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid.

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours.

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page.

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary?

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character.

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence.

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal.

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently.

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?”

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.”

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class.

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.”

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?”

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants.

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words.

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand.

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.”

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful.

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view.

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.”

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined.

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip.

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag.

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth.

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.”

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.”

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone.

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page.

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut #yang jeongin smut #skz fan fiction #stray kids fan fiction #sub!skz #skz #stray kids #yang jeongin #i.n

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I loved your Edward Cullen piece! I feel that that he would have a constant sexual urge brimming underneath and you accurately portrayed it boiling over. May i request another piece on how the MC and Esward met?

A/N: Sorry this took a bit, writers block + still being in school was tough but I managed, even If i’m not all that happy with the result! Prob will do a part 2 sorry the dialogue is awkward. I imagined like a scenario like the cannon universe where edward is into her but also scared of harming her but hes also just a teen boy with his first crush, both Y/n and edward arent sure how to act with it.

Tw: Being scared to walk alone at night?? Idk just put that just in case!!

The midnight wind blew through Y/n’s hair, a chill running up her spine not just from the cold, but with every set of glowing headlights that passed her by. Y/n was never one to walk around at night, the fear of what may lurk had been pushed upon her since she was a child, and now as she wandered the dim streets her chest felt so tight with fear she wasn’t sure if she could breathe. Y/n wished she had accepted Dr. Cullens offer of a ride home, but she didn’t want to inconvenience the man and instead lied about taking a taxi. Her and Dr. Cullen had become close over the past few weeks that she had been volunteering at the hospital, hoping to gain experience when she applied to universities to be a doctor. The two were inseparable there, Y/n watching with wide eyes and bated breath whatever the doctor did, and Carlisle carefully walking her through step by step the process of what he was doing.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she rounded the corner into an alleyway her e/c coloured eyes darting around. She could see her breath as she tried to calm her breathing, but that was proved futile when she stepped on a can, the loud crunch startling a scream out of her. “Get it together Y/n.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, trying to regain composure as she heard distant voices approaching. Her hand, stiff from cold, dug into her pocket, grabbing her keys and sticking them through the paces between her fingers. Feeling a little better, Y/n continued her walk.

Y/n had to admit, despite her terror, the night time in forks was beautiful. The way the streets were illuminated by the passing headlights of cars, and the occasional coloured lights of stores reflected through the puddles that seemed to forever be there in the rainy city had the ability to take her breath away despite how small they were. The awe of the neon painted town distracted her from the silent footsteps coming behind her.

“Y/n?” Spoke a familiar voice. She spun around at the sound of her name, her grip on her keys tightened, only to loosen a bit when she recognized the man in front of her. Edward Cullen. “It’s late, why are you out here alone? You must be cold.” Y/n hadn't talked to the Cullen boy before, or really any Cullen other than Carlisle. At school the Cullen kids seemed like an untouchable group, but seeing him now, soaking wet, she felt as if he wasn't so high above the rest as everyone thought.

“I-I’m fine. Just a little chilly.” She lied, feeling the chill seep past the wet sweater she wore and into her body. The Cullen boy seemed to notice it was a lie, taking off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders in a fluid movement. “But won’t you get--”

“I don’t get cold easily.” Edward cut off her question, “Besides, my car is nearby. It’ll be warm in there.”

“No no it’s fine I’ll just take a cab.” Y/n said quickly, though the feeling of being in a warm car filled her thoughts she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone and much preferred to do things on her own despite her empty wallet disagreeing.

“It’ll be no inconvenience, besides It’ll save you money.” He replied as if he read her mind. Y/n opened her mouth to come up with a reason to not go with him but all that came out was a sneeze.

“See, you’re already catching a cold. Lets go.” Edward put his hand on the small of her back and began to lead Y/n to a Volvo parked on the side of the road. Y/n felt bad for bothering him but she could feel herself getting sicker with every sniffle, and her body was ice cold. She really wished she had initially accepted Dr. Cullen’s offer for a ride, fear dawning on her as she realized she would have to call in sick. If Edward noticed how she was feeling, he didn’t show it, staying silent as he ushered her into the car and passed her a blanket he had stored inside.

The car ride was quiet, the air between the two thick and awkward as they both figured out what to say. Y/n wished she could read minds, know what he was thinking. She hoped he wouldn’t tell Dr.Cullen about the meeting between the two, not wanting to appear like she rejected his car ride for any reason other than her own stupid independence. Y/n was about to say something, a question about how he found the weather, anything to make the ride less awkward, when he pulled up to her house. Quick pleasantries were exchanged between the two and Y/n headed inside, only realizing she had Edwards' coat once he had pulled away.

For the next few days the Cullen's were no shows at school. Y/n had the coat stashed in her locker to give to him, and yet she couldn’t find him. It drove Y/n insane. Every day she would walk into the cafeteria ready to finally get rid of this coat whose presence was weighing heavy on her subconscious, only to face disappointment when he wasn’t there. She knew a jacket wasn’t all that important in the long term, but it smelled so much like Edward’s car and reminded her of him and his stupidly attractive face, Y/n wanted to rid herself of it before her budding crush blossomed into a full blown one. It took a few days for Y/n to muster up the courage to talk to Dr.Cullen about it. Worries filled the back of her mind that he would think her to be stupid or weird, but as the were cleaning up for the night Y/n decided to bite the bullet.

Y/n sprayed the sharp smelling sanitizer on the table, wiping it down with a cloth and repeating on the next, her lips pursed as she thought of how to bring up the situation to the doctor across the room from her, who was busy looking over papers. Luckily the blonde seemed to notice first, standing up from his seat and walking over.

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” He asked casually yet looking at her with the look of concern only a father could give.

“Well a while ago, when you offered me a ride home because my car was in the shop and I said no and I would take a taxi, I actually decided to walk home because I didn’t want to bother you and then I ran into your son Edward and he gave me a ride home, but then I forgot to give it back to him, so could you?” Y/n asked, her words spilling out of her mouth quickly, glad she could finally get the situation off her chest.

Carlisle chuckled, grabbing a sticky note and writing on it, handing it to Y/n. “I have got to stay late but here’s my address. You can go give him it now or later.”

Y/n nodded, giddy with the excitement of finally getting away from the burden of having to return the coat. “You’ll be fine here without me?” she asked cautiously before she got too excited.

Carlisle nodded. “Yes, go give my son his coat. And tell him he needs to wear it more often.”

The Cullen’s house was beautiful at night. A mansion buried in the woods, it seemed so serene. Y/n wished she lived there so she could gaze out of the many lit up windows and into the forest. But there was no time for daydreaming about the lush scenery, Y/n was on a mission. She held the grey fabric tightly as she stepped out of the car, nervously approaching the door. She hadn’t heard of anyone going to the Cullen’s house, was she the first from her school? She was nervous as she approached the door, about to knock when the door opened, revealing a small teen with a dark pixie cut. Was it Alexa Cullen? Y/n wasn’t too sure on their names.

“Edward, a cute girl is here for you!” The girl, possibly named Alexa, shouted into the house. “You are here for Edward right?”

“Uh, yeah…” Y/n said awkwardly, looking to the ground and tightening her grasp on the jacket, looking at the pavement that was illuminated by the open door. After a few moments of silence the light disappeared and she looked up, her eyes meeting Edward’s piercing amber ones that seemed to know her deepest secrets.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds at it” the girl chimed, closing the door and locking Edward outside.

“Sorry about my sister Alice, she’s a little…odd” Edward trailed off, looking to the side. Y/n was glad to know the name of the girl before, but also happy to just look at Edward, as creepy as it sounded. He looked perfect as always, hardly a strawberry blonde hair out of place, and those that were just made him look more perfect. Y/n could feel herself falling hard. Ever since the night he helped her out he seemed irresistible.

“It’s fine…” Y/n replied, the two sitting in silence for a while before Y/n remembered her task. “Oh here, I came to bring you your coat. So, uh, yeah..” She pressed the balled up grey coat into his hands. “Carlisle said you need to wear it more.”

Edward let out a chuckle. “I guess I’ll have to…” he stared at the grey fabric as if it would tell him what to say next.

“So I’ll go then?” Y/n said, though it sounded like a question. She didn’t want to bother him more than needed and began so walk away, pausing only when she heard his voice.

“Wait, before you go. Dinner, Friday, at eight? To make up for the effort you put in giving me my jacket back.” Y/n felt butterflies fly through her stomach, wondering if he possibly liked her back.

“Dinner… sounds good…” Y/n blushed with a smile to the ground, waiting for him to go back inside before giddily running back to her car. “I got a date with Edward Cullen!” She sang to herself as she pulled out of the driveway, oblivious to her crush smiling inside the house at her thoughts.

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #twilight x reader #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #twilight

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Bruises

Jeonghan: Chapter 2 (Do It Again)

Characters: Jeonghan x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, runaways, heavy domestic violence mentions, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: For this chapter, I used the song Do It Again by R5 as inspiration. It’s a real good feel good song.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀 with a bit of ☁️ thrown in

Bruises Master List

Chapter 2: Do It Again

The bedding wrapped around you comfortably as you struggled to open your very sore and tired eyes. Crying must’ve really took a toll on your already damaged body.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, yet you weren’t alarmed. You felt completely at ease in the room you had been put in. The room’s smell overwhelmed your nostrils as you sniffed the air, old books and rain with a hint of firewood filling your head quickly. It was intoxicating, like you could inhale it forever and not once be sick of it.

Suddenly, the bed space beside you moved. Oh shit. There was a person next to you. Way to be so unaware dumbass.

You were so busy taking in your surrounding that you completely ignored the fact that there had been another heartbeat in the room. The voices you heard constantly kept telling you not to worry, that you’d be just fine where you were and that no one near you wanted to hurt you. But you were in an unfamiliar place, how could you not worry?

You darted up from your relaxed position to stand next to the bed you had once laid in, quickly checking to be sure you had all your clothes on and that they were stationed on your body correctly.

Once you realized you were still fully clothed, you sighed, relieved that you were undisturbed and untouched. Though when you looked down at your sleep attire, you saw that it was not the clothing you had passed out in. Someone changed your clothes. But why?

“Good morning” yawned a sleepy but smiley Jeonghan, sitting up slightly while rubbing at his face. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby.” You answered honestly, eyes still wide from the shocking revelations you’d already been through moments before.

It took you a moment to realize what you had said out loud. You never slept well let alone felt well rested enough to describe your night’s slumber as baby like. When you thought a little more about it, you fastly understood that it was, in fact, the best sleep you’d ever had, “What- what happened?” You croaked, your voice still lightly hoarse from yesterday’s meltdown.

“Once you were done bawling your eyes out, you passed out in my arms. I figured you must’ve been exhausted so I took you and put you to sleep in my room,” The blonde boy explained nonchalantly, the blanket riding down his shirtless body to reveal his whole toned torso to you.

You tried to stop the blush that over took your cheeks by looking away. The image of the pretty boy being without top layers made your whole body feel tingly. God what was wrong with you? You needed to get your shit together. It was not the time to fawn over a cute guy.

“Oh… okay…” You softly spoke to keep from losing your small embarrassed voice, “D-Did you change my clothes too?” You stuttered and tried to look anywhere but at the boy in front of you.

He seemed to catch on to the reason for your odd behavior rather fast because he was soon quickly grabbing his shirt from off the ground and throwing it over his head, moving his feet to the side of the bed to stand up at the same time.

“I’m sorry. I would’ve asked, but I didn’t think it was a good idea to wake you up after… everything that happened.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

The heat you had already been feeling on your cheeks got hotter. You, oddly enough didn’t have a problem with him replacing your clothes. Which you decided was weird considering you were a very private person.

But the voices told you that he didn’t mean any harm by his actions. So you figured your body and brain just chose to believe them and didn’t care.

They told you he wanted to keep you safe and that you should trust him, so you did. Of course you didn’t have much time to think about it as the utterly depressing memory of the events that happened just last night soon crept in and made you feel ashamed.

You really spilled your guts to a bunch of complete strangers. Way to go again stupid.

“Are you okay…?” Jeonghan asked quizzedly as he took a few cautious steps toward you, careful not to be too quick with his actions as he didn’t want to scare you.

You blinked back the tears that had begun to form in your eyes and cleared your throat, “I’m fine.” You lied.

“Okay.” Jeonghan simply stated, not wanting to push you in your fragile state.

“…How many people… saw me… crying?” You wondered out loud, basically staring right through him as your body went numb.

“Oh um…” The boy in front of you hesitated, “W-Well technically? Almost everyone in the house…” he spoke softly, knowing full well that the answer would crush you.

You looked down at the sweater paws you were now dressed in with tears burning your eyes, “…oh.” You whimpered.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” He prayed, wanting to understand more about what made you cry.

But he also knew he wouldn’t like any answers you gave him anyways as they were probably going to devastate him with painful stories from your past if you did want to speak on your problems. So part of him was also hoping you’d just decided against talking about it as well.

You immediately shook your head, trying your best to shake away the bad memories you’d earned over the last few days and to hold the water works back. You really didn’t need to cry in front of him again.

“… It’s Jeonghan, right?” You asked, hoping to change the subject.

“Y-Yeah. Jeonghan. Yoon Jeonghan.” He stated confused but still eagerly held his hand out to shake yours, which of course, you did with a bow.

“So Jeonghan,” You started, “I don’t want you to take offense to this, because I’m very grateful. But I’m just curious as to why you… helped me yesterday.” You slowly let the words fall out of your mouth, “I mean, you don’t know a thing about me yet, you just came up and held me like it wasn’t like the most awkward moment of you life or anything. Do you rescue damsels in distress often?” You let out in a joking manner, trying to get to the root of your questions in the most polite way possible while also trying to lighten to mood.

He visibly gulped at your question, not really sure how to answer without surely freaking you out. He was now running under the assumption that you had run away from an abusive mate.

With that information in mind, how was he supposed to tell you that he was also your mate? How the hell could you possibly ever be okay with that? If he were you, he’d never trust another mate again. Hell, if he were you, he’d never want another mate again.

“I- I just saw you sad and I- I wanted to help…” he trailed off, smirking to the side while scratching his head in an attempt to help cover up his shitty lie.

Before he could tell if you bought it or not and just as you were about to speak again, a knock at the door had you both change focus.

“Jeonghan, he’s crying again. I’m sorry to bother you guys. I know we said we’d take care of him right now. But you know you’re the only one that can calm him down when he gets like this.” Joshua basically pleaded from the other side of the door in an urgent manner.

“Shit.” Jeonghan mumbled before his eyes moved to you again. “I’ve got to go” he said with sorry eyes before he went to open the door.

He was met with the other Alpha about ready to knock again.

“Good you’re awake!” Joshua exclaimed happily and with relief, “I’m sorry man we tried everything we could think of but nothing’s worked. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything…” He apologized while looking back and forth between the two of you.

Jeonghan turned slightly to look at you with sad eyes and a sorry excuse for a smile.

“No. Not interrupting anything. He’s free. Whatever it is you need him for sounds important anyways. What’s going on?” You brightly explained and questioned, which earned you an awkward chuckle from Joshua.

“Oh nothing you need to be concerned about…” he looked at Jeonghan for confirmation, wondering if he had actually told you about his son yet.

The elder of the two wolves eyes slightly widened to hint that he had not in fact, told you about the tike.

“Just me having to comfort someone in the pack. Nothing new. You should go eat something though. Breakfast is probably already ready.” He declared and looked at Joshua for confirmation, to which he nodded yes.

“Actually!” You butted in before the two could sign you up for another task, “Could I maybe take a shower? It’s just… that I really feel like I need to wash myself off after everything that’s happened… I’m honestly not really even that hungry.” You interjected, earning a head bob from Jeonghan.

“Yeah, of course. Joshua can help you find some clean clothes and show you where the bathroom is. I’ll see you in a bit” he smiled weakly as he left you with the other Alpha.

You thought the whole situation was weird. The boy had practically jumped at the chance to help a snotty you feel better. He even let you sleep in his bed and in his clothes. Then suddenly morning came and he was back to being awkward and strange and needing to help someone again.

You figured Joshua must’ve noticed that you were deep in thought when you accidentally let your head tilt to the left in confusion as he quickly got you back on track.

“So… some clean clothes and a shower yeah?” Joshua clapped his hands together and started to go through Jeonghan’s dresser drawers.

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“This is one of the bathrooms.” The American boy, you’d learned from his accent, opened a door a few doors down from the room you had slept in.

It was on the smaller side, but it had a toilet, a sink, and a shower so you couldn’t complain. He handed you some fresh clothes to wear, presumably Jeonghan’s.

“Sorry we don’t have anything in your size. We can go get you some later in town if you’d like. But I hope these will do for now!” He exclaimed, earning a small thank you from you back.

“There’s already some shampoo and conditioner in here. Sorry all the stuff is so… boyish?” Joshua searched for the word he was looking for but couldn’t find it, so he gave it to you in English instead, “We don’t have any other mates other than Soonyoung. But he’s well… you know. So he doesn’t really count” he babbled on, apparently trying to mask your silence with his own words.

“We don’t have girl things just lying around now that none of the guys in the pack have girlfriends. But if you need anything else, we’ll all be downstairs, just holler for one of us and we’ll come running!” He beamed while standing in the doorway trying to get ready to take his leave.

You gave the boy a cheeky grin at how near pjs he seemed, “Thank you, it’ll do just fine.”

You had assumed that he was bad being around girls, but in all reality, he was one of the ones who could always get a girlfriend when he wanted. He was just so on edge, he couldn’t help but come off as weird.

He didn’t want to accidentally reveal anything to you that Jeonghan hadn’t spoken about with you yet.

“Of course! When you’re done, just come join us downstairs.” He bowed as he walked out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

You quickly went to lock it. You weren’t worried the boys would try to do something bad to you or anything of that sorts. But you used to have to do it for your own safety all the time at your old home so now it was just an automatic reaction.

You disrobed at lightening speed, wanting to rid your face and body of the last few days baggage as soon as possible.

You turned the water on in the shower the way Joshua had shown you and you stepped in, the scolding hot liquid immediately hitting your skin. The temperature felt so good to your damaged skin, you thought you could’ve stayed in there forever.

So you took your time bathing. You thought about everything that had happened to you, everything you had gone through. You wondered where life would take you now that you were free and were expected to live.

You thought about the asshole you had to call a mate and how he hurt you. You thought about how you had to run away from him and his pack to save yourself. You thought about how much you missed the other boys, who were actually rather nice to you most of the time compared to your mate.

Then that led you to think about the pack that had rescued you as many of the boys had similar personalities to the other ones you had grown to practically mother. You wondered whether you’d be able to stay in contact with them when you had to run again.

Then you thought about how tired you were of all the running you had to do. All you had ever wanted was a loving home where you felt safe and happy. But all you had ever gotten was heartbreak and misery.

You let your face run under the boiling water, hoping to clean all the bad thoughts off along with your both dried and newly formed tears.

Once you were eventually done in the shower, you quickly dried yourself off with the towel given to you. You wiped the fog off the mirror in front of you so you could see yourself better.

That’s when you saw all the scars from your old silver wounds, you saw all the small cuts still left on your skin from the near death experience you had just a few days ago. But most importantly, you saw all the Bruises he had left on you.

They were in various stages of healing. Some were brown with a yellow tint surrounding them, signs they were beginning to fade. And some were still a fresh bright purple, obviously a long ways away from being a distant memory.

You scoffed at the image looking back at you in the mirror. Was that really what everyone else saw of you all the time? You looked like the toys kids had thrown away when they had been worn out too much. You looked pathetic. You looked damaged and broken. And who would want a broken, worn out toy?

——

Once you had finished drying off, you slipped on the sweat pants and sweater that Joshua had found and given you from Jeonghan’s room.

They were quite big on your petite figure, but for some reason, you found yourself loving the feeling. You could smell that scent that you loved from earlier on them. For most wolves, smelling like another wolf without reason was a big no no. They wanted to show their strengths and to them, it was all about presence. And if their presence smelt like someone else, they weren’t their own wolf.

It was one of the first reasons why you decided to run from your current mate. He was too controlling and tried to swallow you whole. He had lots of rules you had to follow, rules no normal person who actually loved their significant other would have. Then again you were sure based on how he treated you that he never loved you. You were just his possession.

He reenforced that idea by never letting you leave the house without him. You always had to have yourself done up in nice clothes with pretty hair and whatever makeup you could get your hands on. He controlled your diet to be sure you stayed the size he thought was acceptable. You had to pretend you loved and worshipped him in front of your friends and pack. You had to compliment and adore him to all extents or he would make you pay.

After a while, you got used to it all. You stopped trying to fight him on any of it. You complied to survive and decided that going through the motions was better than receiving another beating.

But one thing you did always fight him on was his dumb rule of insisting that you wear his clothes whenever he wanted.

He did it because you wouldn’t let him mark you, it was one of the few things he actually listened to you about. But because he wasn’t allowed to mark you, he had to get creative in other ways to mark you with his scent. That’s where his stupid clothing obsession came from, so that the whole world and all other wolves would know you were his still. You absolutely loathed being claimed by him at all by that point.

But you found yourself having no complaints of having to wear the clothing of another wolf as you started cuddling into Jeonghan’s black sweater. Maybe smelling like another wolf who smelled that good wasn’t such a bad thing after all…

You cleaned up your mess in the bathroom and made your way downstairs. Apparently, while you were in the shower, the boys decided to go outside to wrestle around.

Looking out the kitchen window above the sink, you saw them all in their wolf forms iin their backyard, playfully growling and tugging on each other.

You smiled to yourself. At least some people could find happiness.

——

After you made yourself some toast to hush your very grumbly belly, you heard that a little cry again. The pack’s pup they had must’ve needed something.

So, instinctively, you followed the noise to his room. After you quietly opened and came through the door, you were met with a crying infant, no more than 2 or 3 years old, who was now red faced from crying.

“Oh you poor thing..” you whispered as you went to his crib.

He held his hands up for you to pick him up. So you hoisted him out of his bed, sat him on your hip and you began rocking gently back and forth.

“What’s got you so worked up lovebug?” You hushed while you used the back of your index finger to wipe away his fresh tears.

He ceased his cries for help and instead brought his thumb to his mouth, bringing his other hand to the hair that had been pushed to lay in front of your shoulders to comfort himself. Like he almost knew he was safe with you.

It made your heart leap with a joy you hadn’t felt in years. You had always loved children and wanted more than anything to be a mother. But your mate was too dangerous to have a baby with. So you never had one. But holding the little one made your heart ache with a longing you knew would never be satisfied.

His little fist held your hair lightly as he began to play with the locks while he leaned his tiny head against you, his chubby rosy cheeks prominently pushed out.

You couldn’t help it when you found yourself kissing the crown of his head. That’s when you accidentally took in his scent in the process.

He had such a familiar… essence to him. One that made you feel like you were home and safe, two things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

He started glancing up at you, smiling at you with a sparkling adoration in his eyes, like he wanted you to do something.

But you weren’t sure what he wanted, that is, until you heard one of your female sounding voices telling you to sing him a lullaby to help him get to sleep. You didn’t want the boys to have to take time out of their fun in order to come back inside to care for him.

So you decided to listen and do as you were told. The voices were never wrong anyways.

You began to sing a melody from your own childhood. It was one that you remembered by heart because your own mother used to lull you to sleep with it when you were young and cranky.

Soon enough, the baby had his eyes closed and started to randomly pace his thumb sucking, signaling that he was beginning to fall asleep. You quickly, but carefully, sat him back down in his little cot and placed your hand on his small belly for a moment when he started to make a bit of a fuss.

You continued your song for a short minute in an effort to keep him asleep while you were getting him situated. You wanted to be sure he’d stay in dreamland, so after some time had passed, you lifted your hand from his abdomen and sighed in content.

He had went to sleep and was peacefully dreaming. You had done it.

“Wow. He’s never done that for anyone you know. He must really like you” Jeonghan whispered while leaning against the doorway to the nursery, making you jump in surprise as you had no idea anyone else was even in the house, let alone in the same room.

You were really 0 for 2 today when it came to being a good guard dog/wolf.

“Jesus Jeonghan!” You hushed a yell at him with your hand clutching your chest in exaggeration, “You almost gave me a heart attack! How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, still being mindful of your volume level as you turn back to face the baby.

“Just about the whole time, I was trying to get a bottle ready to put him down for a nap, but it seems you got that accomplished without it,” He said with a playful eye roll, “And I’m sorry I scared you. I heard you come in here. I figured you must’ve heard me too.” He explained, laughing quietly so he also wouldn’t wake the child up.

“Well I didn’t,” You stated matter of factly, “I was too busy putting him down for a nap because I saw him struggling and I-,” You paused as you replayed his words in your head, “Wait, what does he never do with anybody anyway?” You asked curiously.

“He doesn’t usually ask to be held by someone like that,” Jeonghan shrugged softly, “And he definitely never lets strangers pick him up. Or sing to him for that matter. He must like you.” He made his way over to the crib to see the little boy passed out within it, brushing passed you so that he could get a better view.

As he ever so gently touched your shoulder in moving by you, your nose was once again hit with that same earthy smell you had sensed just moments ago with the baby. And that’s when it all clicked in your head.

“Jeonghan… who’s his father?”

He hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to scare you away, but he didn’t want to deny his son’s parentage either. He loved him. As much as he loved you. He didn’t want to lose either of you.

But he couldn’t keep you in the dark any longer. You’d piece it together no matter what eventually anyways. And if that meant you’d run away from him screaming… then so be it.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Jeonghan didn’t take his eyes off the baby when you asked him your question. He was smiling lovingly at the passed out tot with watery eyes. He didn’t need to speak to you to respond to your question. His silence said it all.

He was the boy’s father. But you still wanted to be sure as you’d apparently been off your game lately, so you figured you’d ask again.

“Jeonghan?” You repeated, this time turning your body to look at him.

It was a few more moments before anything was said by either of you, but soon enough the truth came out, “He’s my son.” Jeonghan finally answered with closed eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

He was sure you’d think he was horrible. Hell, even though he was a baby you might even immediately go to hating his son too.

Others had before. And with you potentially also having imprinted on him too, your feelings about the situation would no doubt be that much stronger than anyone else’s ever were.

“That makes sense. He smells like you, you know.” You informed him, smiling at the baby happily.

Jeonghan shot his eyes open at your response. You weren’t disgusted with him? When most other wolves outside his pack found out he had a son born from a woman who wasn’t his mate, they thought the worst of him and wanted nothing to do with him.

Even some of the pack’s close friends judged him whenever they had seen the boy. But here you were, staring at his son with content in your eyes. He was at a loss for words.

You spoke up again soon after, “What’s his name?”

Practically choking on his own spit in the process, he eventually let you know his name, “H-Hyunwoo. His name is Hyunwoo.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, “Divine Intervention. Interesting choice.”

“Y-Yeah I guess you could say that,” Jeonghan spoke in response, “My mom always said that kids were blessings from the universe so I figured…” He trailed, still not sure what was happening was what was happening.

That’s when Jeonghan heard you lightly giggle with one of the cutest sounds he’d ever heard in agreement, “My mom always said that babies were blessings too. Like minds I guess.”

He couldn’t believe you were actually interested enough in his son to ask questions and look into information about him. More importantly, he couldn’t believe you were still in a light enough mood to chuckle in conversation.

“So how old is he?” You questioned, moving some of the boy’s hair out of his sleepy face with your dominant hand.

You treated his son like he was a gift from god, not a burden. The elder boy could hardly believe it.

“He’s 2 years 2 months.” Jeonghan gulped, his eyes stuck on you and your graceful form.

“He’s small for his age, no?” You asked out loud, your face full of concern for his son’s wellbeing.

“He- He’s a little bit on the smaller side, yeah.” Jeonghan stuttered, unable to find much of his voice, “He doesn’t really like taking his bottle and he- he sometimes has trouble with baby food.” He informed you, his lips moving through autopilot at that point.

He couldn’t believe that you were showing genuine care for his son, everyone else would’ve made a snarky comment about him being unplanned by now. But not you.

“You should try putting the bottle’s nipple in sugar water, it’s an old parenting trick. He’ll start taking them better and he’ll be up to weight in no time.” You beamed, blinking your eyes innocently up at him, “Do you mind if I ask where his mom is?”

Fuck. There it was, if he hadn’t scared you off yet, he sure as hell was about to when he finished answering your question.

“She uh- She left us right after he was born.” Jeonghan whispered downward, tilting his head down in a mixture of shame and sadness at the words that were bound to come out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I had no idea, I just thought- Well I’m not sure what I thought! I just figured that your mate would’ve-” You quickly let out before he interrupted your last sentence with great reluctance.

He was either going to really regret speaking to you or really be glad he did. But there was little choice or way for him to back out at that point.

“She wasn’t my mate. She was just somebody I was with and I accidentally got her well- you know,” He muttered, “She didn’t want to stick around after he was born, she didn’t want anything to do with us because I’m a wolf and she knew there was a good chance he will be too.” Jeonghan breathed, slightly relieved.

At least it was mostly all out in the open. No matter what your reaction was, at least he didn’t have to hide his son from you anymore.

“I- I- I’m so sorry. That’s terrible! I’m sorry you had to go through that” You gently consoled him, resting your hand on his arm in a comforting manner.

Jeonghan turned his eyes back up at you in record time. He stared at your face for a while, almost as if he were searching for something. Finally he resumed conversation with you.

“You’re- You’re not upset with me?” He asked, his face completely puzzled at your kindness.

“Upset? Of course I’m upset! I’m upset for you both. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you guys.” You shook your head, disgusted with the woman that left her lover and baby all alone simply because they weren’t fully human.

You’d understand if she left because their relationship didn’t work out. Or if she couldn’t take the pressures of being a parent. You’d even have understood her leaving if it was because she knew she wasn’t Jeonghan’s real mate. But leaving because of something neither male could control was beyond selfish and cruel in your book.

“I just- I thought that you’d be repulsed by me or something.” He added, clearly shocked that you cared so much for his situation when you were a fellow werewolf.

You tilted your head in confusion, “Repulsed? Maybe with his mother sure. But why on Earth would I be repulsed by you?” You questioned.

Jeonghan turned back to face his son, a dry chuckle leaving his perfect lips as new layer of water began to gloss over his golden eyes. You could see the pain within them and it made you just want to squish him into a big hug and tell him everything was gonna be okay.

But before you could, he started speaking again, “Most werewolves hate me because I have a son who’s mother wasn’t my mate. It’s made me somewhat of an outcast really,” He finished while shaking his head with another humorless laugh and focusing his gaze soley on his son.

“That’s ridiculous. I would never judge a person for having a child out of wedlock or outside traditional means. Especially one as cute as this one,” You giggled softly before gliding the back of your index against the babe’s cheek.

Jeonghan a smile was brought up to his face at your action and words, though his eyes still found themselves glued to his son.

You witnessed how he looked at the little human with such intense love. It was the same way the baby had looked at you earlier when you were singing him to sleep. It was the same way Jeonghan had been looking at you since you got here.

That’s when it clicked a second time: he was looking at you like you were his whole world, because in his eyes, you and his son were his whole world. You felt so stupid for not realizing it sooner.

Though it really wasn’t your fault that you didn’t understand it at first. You were so busy trying to ignore everything having to do with love your brain didn’t want to see what was happening right in front of you.

The look was the way your other mate would still look at you, despite all the bad stuff he had done. He still looked at you like you were the only important thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. Jeonghan would only be looking at you like that if he were your mate.

But that didn’t make sense. You already had a mate. Part of you couldn’t believe what he was admitting to you. Or maybe part of you still didn’t want to believe it.

Wolves were only supposed to have one mate each. Sure, there were cases of mate stealers, who’d collect mates by stealing other wolves mates. And sure, multiple wolves imprinting on the same human girl had also happened, but there had never been a case where you heard of two wolves imprinting on the same female wolf. And you were, in fact, a wolf, despite how different you could be from modern day ones.

You were so confused, but everything made more sense now. It was like someone took off your drunk goggles and you saw the world clearly for the first time in a long time.

The pack found you because he had sensed you were in danger. He of all people in the pack had comforted you when you were crying because he had imprinted on you and wanted you to feel better because he could feel your pain. You felt safe with him so easily because your instinct was to want to be with him. You were his mate and he was yours.

Jeonghan could see the wheels turning in your head. He knew you knew now. You knew about all of it. He felt bad for putting it all on you at once, but in a way, he was relieved.

He was good at lying to his brothers when he had to. He was even good at lying to complete strangers or their other friends they’d made in the area. But everytime he was in your presence and had lied to you or kept the truth from you, it felt like a knife to his heart.

You knew, but you were still in shock. Two mates? Two mates? How in the hell was that even possible?

“But Jeonghan, I don’t understand. How are we- how did we- I mean, how did this happen?” You questioned, still stunned at the revelation that the universe had given you two mates.

Not only were you in disbelief of the situation, you also couldn’t help but be worried. Extremely extremely worried. And for good reason.

“I dont know. I thought when my son was born, my hopes of getting a mate went down in flames. Then I felt you near by, I was so happy. Like I was floating on cloud nine,” He let out a pathetic chuckle of sadness, “But I knew that you were hurt. So we helped you because I knew you were my mate and I wanted to protect you” Jeonghan earnestly explained, “A-As I got closer though… I- I realized someone else had already imprinted on you, because you smelt so much like someone else.” He confessed, eyes still stuck on his son, “I-I wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to keep it quiet. I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. I- I still don’t really know what to do honestly…” He admitted with watery eyes, “I didn’t even realize two wolves could imprint on the same wolf. Now here you are, and I-I just keep hoping you’ll stay. But I know that’s selfish and really just a pipe dream now.” He choked out in a whine, trying his best to quiet his frustrated tears so he wouldn’t wake the baby.

He knew wanting you to be with him after everything you’d been through was wrong. He knew you deserved an uncomplicated future to make up for your chained up past. His heart however, didn’t. It wanted you around him 24/7 regardless. Though, as he still maintained some semblance of his sanity, he would try his best to make sure you knew he understood why you would want to leave and try to be strong so you wouldn’t feel bad about your undeniable choice.

“What do you mean it’s a pipe dream? Why don’t you think I’ll stay?” You blinked at him, hoping his response would help you figure out what was going on in your own head.

Part of you wanted to run away instantly. You wanted to slap him and scream at him and tell him you wanted nothing to do with him out of sheer dread for what would no doubt come from being near another pack. But you just couldn’t.

You didn’t want to harm him. Part of you already felt immense feelings for him. So hearing him say you were going to leave him in such a sad tone hurt your heart more than words could ever express. How could you ever want to put him through that?

“When we found you, you weren’t just running for your life (Y/N), you were running away. You were running away from him. Why would you want another mate after what your last one did to you?” His voice broke at the end of his sentence, his hand coming up to help wipe away some of his tears and rub his face quickly in hopes that you wouldn’t notice them. But you did.

“I know you won’t love me. And I-I can’t ever blame you for that. Even if you didn’t have another mate in the picture, and even if he wasn’t a piece of shit who hurt you, I- I have a son.” He paused again, gripping onto the crib in front of him to regain some of his composure, “A- A son I love with all my heart and would do anything for. He may not have been planned, but he’s still mine. And I know what most other wolves think of me.” He dryly chuckled in defeat, “I’m a pariah to them. They think I’m a freak for having a son without having had my mate be his mother. They think I’m just some asshole who knocked a random girl up. A-And they wouldn’t even be completely wrong.” He broke down, he couldn’t help it.

He wanted to be happy, but the universe just kept fucking him over. He loved his son, more than he’d ever loved anything in his life. But with him in the picture, even if you didn’t have another mate or you were open to having another mate again, you’d never be okay with it personally.

Being okay with his situation as his friend was one thing, but being okay with having his son as a stepson as his mate was something even the most accepting wolf wouldn’t be okay with. Everything just seemed so unfair.

“Still, despite all of that, all I’ve ever wanted was a happy family. A family I could see everyday and know they’d never leave, a family that would love me and each other unconditionally.” He stuttered a small smile, “But, being with me would make you an outcast. Knowing that and after everything that you’ve been through, how could you ever actually want to stay here and be my mate?” Jeonghan quivered, trying to remain as quiet at he could so his son could sleep.

His words brought you back to your senses, hearing his cries helped you make sense of your own feelings. He didn’t even know you and yet he wanted what was best for you.

And he knew that him being in your life would complicate things. He knew mentally, it would make more sense for you to deny him and yet still, he wasn’t even trying to ask you to stay with him and his pack. All he wanted was for you to be safe and happy. And since he thought being with him would hurt you more than benefit you, he was willing to give you up so that you could be free somewhere else.

You took your hand and placed it against his warm cheek, turning his head to force him to look at you, something he’d been clearly trying to avoid since he started speaking.

“I think the question you should be asking is how could I not stay and be your mate?” you said with a kind smile, stunning Jeonghan.

Out of all the things he thought you’d say or do when you found out about everything, that was definitely the last thing on his list.

Jeonghan barely whispered, “… What…?” as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You grabbed and held his hand, stroking the top of it softly with your thumb as you turn to look back at baby Hyunwoo. It felt like his hand was on fire. The feeling of yours in his made his heart do somersaults in his chest.

“There’s a lot of stuff I still don’t know about. I’m 600 years old and I still learn new things everyday. But when I met you, for the first time, I learned what being with a good mate could ACTUALLY feel like. You hadn’t even met me, yet you still risked your life to save me. You knew nothing about me, and yet you still came and held me through the night, wiping my tears and kissing my sadness away. Since I met you, I haven’t once been scared that you’d hit me, I’ve never once flinched when you got near me. For the first time since I was a little girl, I’ve felt… safe.” You respond.

“The voices in my head keep telling me to stay near you. They keep telling me you’d never hurt me. They tell me you already love me. Why would I want to keep running or go back to an asshole who uses me for a human punching bag when I could stay with you and your son and be happy?” You reason, squeezing his hand tenderly while starting at Hyunwoo’s adorable little cheeks.

Jeonghan couldn’t believe his ears. Were you actually saying you WANTED to be his mate? That you would CHOOSE to stay his mate? That you’d want to STAY and raise HIS son with him? He couldn’t find any words. He couldn’t say anything. He just… stared back at you with his mouth slightly separated and his eyes wide.

You could see that he was having trouble coming to terms with what you said, so you decided to reassure him. You turned yourself to stare back at him, quickly locking your hands behind his head and putting your lips to his in a tender kiss. It felt like fireworks were going off around his head. Your lips moved so gracefully with his, like you were made for each other. As you pull back, he seemed to come back down to Earth.

“Did you just-” he questioned, his hands moved to rest on your hips.

“Yes I did.” You state, clearly proud of the affect you had on him, arms still secured around his neck.

“So you want to-” he went on again.

“Yes. I want to be your mate. Now shut up before you wake up the baby!” You whisper.

Excitement takes over Jeonghan at the thought of you staying. He really thought you’d leave him. He thought he’d have to fight everyday to stay alive for his son when you left. But you decided to stay. You decided you wanted to be with him. You wanted him to be your mate. And you were already starting to worry about Hyunwoo’s wellbeing. How was any of this real?

He couldn’t contain himself anymore as he pulled you into his arms and lifted you in the air, spinning you both in a circle. You squealed quietly at his actions, laughing a little as he kissed your face over and over before he put you back down on your feet.

Once back on solid ground, you smiled and turned your attention to the small being asleep in his crib, still sucking his bitty thumb even while out cold. Jeonghan came next to you and held your hand, his focus also on the adorable baby. You knew you still had a lot to figure out. Leaving your other mate, no matter how much of an asshole he was, could still kill you. Staying with a bunch of boys you didn’t really know could cause a lot of problems. You still weren’t sure about your ability to help raise a child. You still had a lot to talk to Jeonghan about.

But all that could wait, because right now, you were watching your mate’s son drift into slumber while holding his hand. He kissed the top of your head.

“You know that thing we were doing just a few minutes ago?” Jeonghan let out, a playful smirk on his face.

“Yes I think I remember it” you say as you tap your chin in a teasing manner, giggling under your breath.

“Can we Do It Again?” He asks, squeezing you hand.

You quickly push yourself on your top toes and give him another quick peck, to which he pouts, wanting the real thing.

“Oh hush, you’ll get more eventually. But I’m definitely not having a full on make out session in front of the baby!” You exclaim, pushing yourself to snuggle into your newfound mate’s chest, enjoying his affection. You heard a soft pur emit from his chest, seeing both the baby so happy during his nap time and your mate so happy to finally have you accept him, all but melted you heart.

“Fine. But next time, I’m taking my sweet time!” He declared, kissing the top of your head in a fake pout.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Now shut up and look at your cute ass son” you beam out, happy that you’re finally free.

Another Author’s Note: Okay so my family left for a trip today and I’ve stayed up the last few days to help out. I’m EXTREMELY tired and completely out of it. I’ll try to fix any errors or fix any parts of the story tomorrow, hopefully after I get to sleep.

(Updated 9/4)

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #svt au #seventeen x reader #yoon jeonghan #svt jeonghan #jeonghan

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Chapter 1

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is "I have the power of god and anime on my side, don't mess with me," and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 1-2: Is this a kidnapping?

Chapter Summary: Waking up in a coffin is a great way to spend your day! Don't even ask about the sus masked man and creepy cat.

Words: 3.5k

Relationships: Developing as of now, but future twisted character/reader

Warning: Curse words, jokes about death because lack of fear of danger, joke about Crowley being mentally insane, low-key sex jokes, self deprecating humor, (If I missed anything, please tell me)

Covered in darkness, you were stuck in a small, somewhat squared space. It seemed like today was not your day, but you did get a lot of sleep, you assume. You reached out to every side to make sure that there was no opening or latch that you just could not see. While you were reaching around for something, all the sudden you heard an old creaky door open. Apparently, you were supposedly in a bigger room if this large box containing you could fit in it.

“Was I... kidnapped…?” You could have never guessed this would happen, and you always thought they would be too annoyed with you to actually keep you, “but I’m not a kid.”

It seemed that really nothing would ever go your way because immediately after you affirm your belief that you would not be someone good to kidnap a much greater voice entered the room, and so you stopped your mind to process the words being said, “...lid is too heavy.. Time for my secret move!”

Confusion seemed to radiate off of you at that line, at least, until there was a sharp thud to whatever you were in. But after the thud was a second of calm; nothing happened, no footsteps were heard, and no one spoke. Yet suddenly instead of a loud thud there was slowly heat entering the area you were in. The heat began to engulf the box around you, and soon you could see the bright blue flames eating everything up. In your desperation and in your brain’s rush of survival skills, your mind freaked and decided to take control of your body to both scream and kick the front of this box. The door or whatever of the box spasmed when your kick hit it and your body threw itself up from the heat located in the now black box that looked really much like a coffin. Your observations on where you were ended quickly when you saw a little being running to you. The creature looked like a weird cat mix between a fox or something, but the fact that it was running on its back legs really threw you off. The creature stared at you after you stopped your evaluation of this strange being, and he panicked much like your previous actions.

“wHY aRe yOu up?” the creature could never seem to stop mumbling to themself you learned, and you only heard his last phrase before you could process the rest.

“Wow, the CGI on you is amazing!” This place seemed to be like a living breathing set from your assumption because no kidnapping could ever be as odd and elegant as this place. You always assumed that whenever someone gets kidnapped they would wake up in an abandoned warehouse tied to a wooden chair and men with weapons would come in and interrogate the kid. Waking up in a coffin is not how a kidnapping should happen. Anyway, the cat just seemed as stunned as you and stopped his motions.

“CGAI?? What are you talking about? I am the Great Grim,” the cat bounced back awfully quick after your so-called rude statement to him, “Now give me your clothes, human! Otherwise,... I’ll roast ya.” This “Great Grim” seemed to have quite the ego to think that you would strip for him. He even puffed out his chest throughout his speech and put his paws on his hips.

“Ah ah, no way am I stripping without you giving me money.” You would not be stopped or told to do anything by a little creature that in your eyes could not hurt you.

However, the creature could not swallow your lack of obedience or the words that came out of your mouth, so he in all honesty started to attack you with this “CGI blue fire” again. He acted a lot more like an arrogant child than an arrogant child would act. He even screams something about him being “The Great Grim” again before he gets closer to you. Once he got close to your personal bubble, you decided to see if the fire really was the claimed hottest fire in the world because of its color. You reached out and basically grabbed the fire with an open hand and left it there letting your mind pend what was going on around you, and immediately your brain and its nerves picked up on the pain in your hand. Not believing your nerves, you kept your hand there for another second and pulled it away to look at it, only to notice that the skin on some of your hand was distinguishably different from the rest of your hand. Your mind paused, and you snorted at yourself while you observed your hand and slowly turned around and sprinted from the creature that was gaining on you while you stood there gazing at your hand.

This set or whatever had very real effects as seen by the cat that was continuing to chase you and scream for you to give him your uniform or something and by the bright blue flame. It didn’t just look cool but it also hurt and in your book that’s amazing! The world of CGI and effects really have changed, and wherever and whenever you are, they are way ahead of their time.

Your running from the cat never seemed to stop and you passed tons of weird areas. There was a little classroom, a weird well, and some odd architecture but overall this set was ‘set to perfection.’

You decided to go into the next room you saw to see if this set continued or had any more different scenes, and so you went into this library with tons of floating books. When entering, you noticed that the cat creature was still behind you, but you paid it no mind, not willing to listen to the being and continuing to explore this library.

“You really thought you could get away from my nose? Dumb human! Hand over your clothes if you don’t wanna-” The creature really seemed set on your clothing, but another great sound cut him off as he screamed a large “owww” and later only to respond to the previous sound with a “What’s this cord?”

You turned from the books you were observing and saw a tall man with a top hat and a bird mask like a masquerade party. His cloak and whole ensemble appeared to be out of a fairy tale; he looked like a misunderstood villain whose whole family and lover had died in the past and so he turned to evil in order to help himself deal with the pain. He did look somewhat like an asshole though. Not the point though, let’s get on task.

“This is no mere cord. It is a lash of love.” Briefly in your head you thought that this man deserved to be called clinically insane, but at this point that’s just being rude to those who are. The man after he caught the cat by wrapping the cord around the creature turned to you. “Found you at last. Are you one of the new students?”

And in your haze instead of being confused you nodded, so he continued his speech.

“You should not do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own!” his manner of speaking was almost too flamboyant for you, but right now all you can do is stick with him and get out of this place, “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

Just as confused as seeing the talking cat, you decided to nod your head and shepley mumble an apology so this man would get off your ass about the talking CGI cat and you apparently. And as quickly as you thought you figured out the situation and what he was trying to lecture you on, the man continued his speech after the cat screamed out that he “wasn’t your familiar!” or something and another.

“Sure, sure The rebellious ones always say things like that. Now quiet down for a moment.” You just watched on as the man slammed his hand over the cat’s mouth and continued on talking, “My goodness. It’s unprecedented for a new student to leave the Gate on their own...how impatient can you be?” His eyes locked on yours to make sure you were paying attention, so you just nodded your head again to show that you were listening when you weren’t.

His speech seemed to be going for a century so you got bored and noticed that after a while he closed his eyes and was not paying attention to you while still having animated hand movements. You, then, began to observe the shelves around you again to see if there was anything odd, and there was, many of the books seemed to be in this weird language that you have never seen. The language looked like something you would find in a horror movie where the people would be so curious to actually touch the book and not throw it away like they should have, so you decided that as much as this place was odd and mysterious you did not want to be that kind of idiot. However, in your inner dialogue of stupid characters in horror movies, the theatrical man turned around with his cap flying behind him and sauntered on out of the room. You realized he probably said something important, but the worst case scenario is he was the one that kidnapped you and would kill you later. No big deal. The main problem right now is that the man was walking too fast for your tastes and has already disappeared from your vision, so you ran to catch up with him.

Finally, you met his step in a hallway, and you decided to ask just what this all was. “Wait, wait, wait sir. First, what’s this Gate or whatever?” You did fake quotes around the word gate by putting up peace signs and bending your fingers, and then you looked at the man with your arms situated over your chest and puffed your chest out to show you meant to be answered when you resumed with “And who are you, man?”

The man, though, was not at all bothered at your vibe and started a new explanation, “It’s the room you woke up in with all the doors...” Then, he went on about this “academy” or something, and you were getting the vibe that this man and this set had to be some kind of prank, “Let’s get a move on!”

You really seemed to be missing the important parts of the conversation or lecture of whatever this so-called teacher is doing if this even is a school, but at this point and time you just want to go back to bed.

He began to stare at your dazed and puzzled form and said, “For I am gracious I will explain everything to you!” This man is like teachers in the fact that if you nod your head and look like you are paying attention, anything is possible. At the end of his speech, you caught the word “ceremony” before he sped off for you to only follow behind him. You went through several more hallways to get to where you think you woke up around. No one remembers what happened once they woke up; it is all just blurred reality.

The man in all of his glory decides that once you arrive at this large door to fling the door open and teacher-yell “Not at all!”

Out of the flurry of voices you were greeted by once the door was opened one person in the cloak just like you calmly states a little disappointedly “Ah, he’s here.”

You decided that with the added amount of people you should probably pay more attention so you can get home quicker and figure this prank out.

“I cannot believe you all…” You really are getting better at tuning the man out because after his short speech this time he turned to you as motioned for you to move in the direction of another object that would come out of a horror movie. You having no context for this mirror or what you were going to do started walking for the mirror while making out the mirror and area around it. Actually, there was a familiar face in the mirror, something you think you have seen from a Disney movie. It was the magic mirror mask (?) from the Snow White movie. It did look a little different with some mask markings by the face’s eyes and the mirror had some more intricate details, but other than that the mirrors looked almost identical.

After your moment of remembrance of the past, you stopped from your walk and put your hand on your chin and just paused to process it all, causing the entire room to stop from their constant talking that you didn’t notice and stare. In a brilliant moment of association, you turned around to the man and the cat that was still in his arms and tried to get out all of what your brain has concluded from the situation, “So like can we just stop this… like I know you were probably hired to prank me or something, but this situation is giving me hardcore cult vibes. Are you gonna like sacrifice me to Satan or something? Please do tell.” The time of the room stopped waiting for a single response to your question. Before there were murmurs here or there as the people were watching you, but now silence pierced the air.

You watched the man’s face after you said your opinion, and while it was covered by a mask, it was clearly obvious from his open mouth and sagged shoulders that he was shocked about the situation. After a moment, he adjusted his tie and dusted his shoulder off in an effort to steel himself, but you were having none of his b.s, and prattled on again.

“Like, I’ll tell you, you lecturing me about this school and that cat is not what I was planning to do today. I would like to get back to my bed and sleep.” You even told him the name of your town, but this just made him more lost than before.

He repeated your town and asked, “Are you even from Twisted Wonderland?”

“Twisted what,” now both of you were lost and gawking at each other.

“Were you not listening to me?”

“Honesty, I thought this was a prank from the second you walked in, and I still kinda do, so I blanked everything out.” You scratched your cheek and made sure you lost your previous eye contact with him. The lack of of chatter from the crowd made your interaction more awkward than even you could make one.

He placed his free hand on his forehead looking almost as disappointed as the first voice you heard besides him and looked down to the floor.

“Right now we are in Night Raven College in Twisted Wonderland where we are at the end of the entrance ceremony. You should be here to become a student at this school as a magician. However, even if you are not from here, the mirror did send for you, so please,” he paused and weakly threw his hand back in the direction of the mirror, “Step in front of the mirror.”

While you knew you could not trust the man, the only thing to do in this situation is turn and step in front of the familiar mirror. The mirror then grasped the attention of all those in the room as asked you to “State thy name,” and you told the mirror your name.

“The shape of thy soul is…” Consequently, the mirror began to join in the confusion of you and the man behind you, “I don’t know.”

You turned around and threw both your hands up in a “don’t look at me” sign only for the man to gaze right in the mirror past you. “Come again?”

The mirror still pulling a puzzled face when it was only a mask tried to state what it knew, “I sense not a spark of magic from this one… the color, the shape, all are nothing. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory.”

While the people around you began their whispers, and the man behind you gasped in a weird over exaggerated way, you decided to state your mind. “So, like I knew that, but pissy. I’ve always wanted magic and stuff.”

The masked man did not comment on what you said; you think that he probably has had enough of everything. “An Ebony Carriage would absolutely never go to meet someone who can’t use magic. In a hundred years, there has not been one mistake in student selection. So why in the world…”

You cut in with “I’m a total mistake, sir, that’s why,” but the CGI ‘Great Grim’ jumped out of the man’s hold and further cut you off: “Then, I’ll take their place!” All of this is getting too weird too fast so you just casually walked out of the limelight next to someone who was in a group of five, you think, not counting the floating tablet (??). The cat appeared mad before but being in that man’s hold just made him worse.

“Stay right there! Raccoon!” The masked, clearly sus man bolted out after the cat and chased him around at least for a few feet.

“Unlike that dumb human, I can use magic! Let me in the school instead! If you need proof, I’ll show you right now!” The cat was running around the room trying to avoid as many things as possible. You thought that he looked like a crewmate in the waiting ship for Among Us.

The peace did not last longer before the same disappointed voice from when you walked in the room became cross while screaming “Everyone, get down!”

The cat, then, spit out fire in every direction. Neither you nor the person next to you ducked, but you noticed some fire make its way to you and tried to get them out of the way before anything happened. Just as you were about to reach them, they caught on fire. Oops.

“Waaaaah! Hot! My butt’s on fire!” the male, you assumed, yelled right in your ear vibrating your eardrum and causing you to take a step back before fixing the problem. You spotted the man from before screaming to the other people in the room, and then, pointing at the cat.

Two of the taller people next to you began a conversation which you tried to listen in on:

“Good at hunting?... nice, plump snack?” You don’t think you wanted to hear this conversation.

“...Do it yourself.”

You focused your mind back to the boy who was still screaming in your ear until more voices piped up in response to the man.

“Mr. Crowley, please leave it to me.” another boy in the group of five said with this really profound voice. You could just tell he was a bottom or something. You are also assuming that “Mr. Crowley” is the masked sus man.

“That’s Azul for you. Always trying to earn himself points.” Let’s just ignore the talking, floating tablet and everything that should be questioned and focus on the fact that the bottom’s name is Azul.

The boy next to you with his butt still on fire did not find this conversation as interesting as you which in retrospect is obvious because of the fire on his butt. “Um, hey, could someone put out the fire on my butt already?”

“O gosh, I’m so sorry. I got really distracted by everything,” You aimed all your concentration that you had at the boy. You slapped the area that was on fire several times to get the fire out, and after a few slaps, the fire slowly extinguished on the boy. The fire was not as bad as it looked.

The boy turned around to face you and beamed at you as you believe the personification of the Sun would look like. “Thank you!!” His bright red eyes gazed right through your soul through your eyes, sparkling every couple of seconds. You patted the golden retriever’s hood as he just continued to beam through you. He even grabbed your hands and shook them rapidly several times to show his thanks to you and squeezed them to finally drop his grip.

You ignored the conversation that was happening between several others of the group of five in favor of staring at the young sun. A couple seconds after two of the clocked people began to run after the cat. That was your clue to start to pay more attention to the situation at hand than the sun.

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So this was supposed to be a lot sooner but then exams hit and that's always fun. This chapter just had to have my mind commenting on everything, so half of the chapter we don't even know what happens, but it's really only gonna be for this chapter. Thank you for reading this, and I apologize for any mistakes, but I hope you enjoy it! Have a great day or night!

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mmimagine-40 · 4 years

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High School Reunion

Chris Evans x Reader

I saw @stargazingfangirl18 post an august writing challenge and was really inspired by the dialogue and scenario prompts. Here’s the first one I’ll be posting a few more soon.

Prompts:Pretending to date & “Oh god. did I say that out loud?”

Warnings: Not really, just talk of having a dark past but not getting into what it was.

F/n - Friends name O/F - Other or another friends name

“Please Chris!!! I’ll do anything!”, Y/n begged as she took the remote from him turning the TV off so he’ll give his full attention to her. “Y/n you're a famous actress. Your old classmates are already going to be jealous of you. Why do you need me to pretend to be your date?”Chris sighs, finally turning to her. “Cause I really want to rub it into their faces that I’m more successful and have a hot date, That's none other than formal Captain America. Please.”. “SO you think I’m Hot.”, Chris chuckles at her. Y/n glares at him , “ You know what Fine! I’ll go ask Sebastian then!”. Chris' smile fell a little bit but he kept it up. Truth be told he didn’t want to go cause he knows his feeling for her would only get deeper. He’s liked her since they first meet on one of the sets for the Avengers. They grew close fast. And his feelings grew faster, but was too scared to act on it. He didn’t want to lose her, so he thought his safes bet was to just stay friends with her. Which turned to basically best friends, to where she barged into his house begging him to go with her to her high school reunion as her fake date. Chris grabbed her arm as she went to get up and leave. “Wait!..No. I’ll go.”, Chris agrees not wanting to think about Sebastian and her all close. Even though he knows Seb wouldn’t do anything. He knows about Chris's feelings and has tried to get him to just finally ask Y/n out. “Really?!”, Y/n jumps on to the couch next to him. Chris sighs, dropping her arm as he nods. Y/n lets out a squeal as she pulls him in for a hug. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”. Chris couldn’t help but to close his eyes cherishing the way she feels in his arms. ‘What the fuck am I getting myself into.’, Chris thinks. As the hug lasts a bit longer as a wet nose nudges itself in between them. “My bad dodger. How dare we not pay attention to you.”, Y/n says pulling away from Chris to pet the fluff ball. Chris couldn’t help the laugh leave his lips watching as Dodger jumped up at Y/n licking her as she giggled and pet him. “It seems like he didn’t want our attention but your attention.”. Y/n lets out more giggles as dodger climbs up between them. “Can we take him with us,Please!”, Y/n says hugging dodger close both looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “No, Y/n. He would have to stay in a pet friendly hotel or airbnB. And i don’t want to leave him alone in an unfamiliar place.”, Chris says as he snatches the remote back from where she sat it and turns the TV back on. Y/n let out a whine , “Don’t worry dodger I’ll sneak you in my luggage.”. “I doubt you can fit him in.”, Chris shakes his head laughing at her. But it did melt his heart how close they were Y/n and Dodger both loved each other so much, it put a smile on Chris's face. Y/n gasp lightly hitting Chris , “are you calling him fat? Rude!”. Chris lets out a scoff shaking his head at her, “I can’t with you.”. “When is this reunion thing? When do we need to leave and how long are we staying?”. “It’s next Saturday , we will leave Friday after noon and get their late afternoon and we can chill. And I can show you round where I grew up. You can leave Sunday and head back home if you want but I’m going to stay an extra day or two to see my family and some old friends.”, y/n explains as she lays back and rests her feet on his lap. Chris just nods as he unties her shoes, “If you're going to put your feet on me could you at least take off your shoes first?”. Y/n just giggles as dodger cuddles up next to her, “Why? When I know you’ll take them off for me.”. He throws her shoes to the side, “I wonder why I’m friends sometimes.”. “I’ll stay with you. I’d feel bad about going with only for you to have to travel back alone.”, all he got back was a grumble that made him turn to her to see her eyes fluttering shut. Chris smiles as he watches her and dodger both fall asleep. He grabs a blanket and throws it over her and turns the TV down some. He tried watching whatever was on but he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam back over her . He cursed himself out, knowing that going with her might end with him broken even more not having her as his and only having to pretend to do all this stuff he really wants to do with her anyway.

Saturday

Chris checks himself over once more in the mirror in their hotel room as Y/n gets ready in the bathroom. They got to her hometown yesterday at around 4 ish. They spent the day with Y/n showing Chris around and telling him stories of her growing up. Ending with dinner at this diner Y/n told him her grandma used to take her to every Sunday for dinner. That night his heart broke a little bit more when the lady you owned the shop came to talk to Y/n and asked her if he was her boyfriend. And laugh and say no that they were just friends. Chris tried to hide the heartbreak that flashed over his face. Not knowing not only the lady saw it but Y/n did too. Chris sighs checking over his hair one last time before checking the time, “Come on Y/n we have to get going.”. “Okay , I’m almost done.”, Y/n says. She touches up her lipstick as she checks herself over once more. She sighs thinking over tonight. Somewhat regretting asking Chris to come. She asked him because he was the only person she trusted the most and knew would help her out. But as the got here hanging out and Mrs. Johnson asked about him, all those feelings she felt for coming rushing back. Feelings that she buried deep down. Scared that she would lose him, thinking he doesn’t feel the same. But the look on his face when she told Mrs. Johnson, they were just friends, gave her hope that he does. “Y/n?”Chris's voice cuts her out of her deep thoughts. Taking a final breath she headed out of the bathroom. “Okay, I’m ready.”, she says as she checks over her clutch making sure everything was in it. When she looked up she was met with Chris standing there , looking very handsome, mouth open as his eyes roamed up and down her. “Wow , You look absolutely beautiful.”. Y/n blushes looking down as she slips her heels on. “Thank you….Come on let's get this over with.”. Chris laughed as he walked out of the room to the elevator, “If you didn’t want to go then why are we here? ….Aw were you just trying to spend time with me. Princess , if you wanted to have me to yourself all you had to do was ask.”. Chris pokes at her sides. Y/n lets out a small laugh , slapping his hand away. “You wish.”. Chris laughs wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/n couldn’t help the light blush going over her cheeks as she melts into his hold. Chris bites his lip as he watches her melt into him. His heart starts beating faster with hope that maybe she does like him the way he does to her. The elevator dinging and the doors opening pulled him out of his thoughts as he guided her out to the front of the hotel. Outside waits an Audi R8. A valet guy walks over to them handing Chris the keys. Y/n stands there shocked as Chris opens the passenger's side door for her. “What? You said you wanted to make them all jealous, so I figured we should also ride in style.”. Y/n giggles walking over and getting in. Chris rushes over to the driver's side heading to the school. “It’s so pretty.” Y/n says running her hand over the inside, “Thank you Chris. For not only this but coming with me.”. “ It’s no problem, Can I ask why you make all your classmates jealous?”. Y/n looks down picking at her nails, “Well it’s not really wanting to make them jealous, I wanted to come and see some friends. But I didn’t want to go alone. I didn’t have the best high school experience. It was actually quite dark and I was bullied a lot. The few friends I did have, I only met them senior year. But other than that I went through the years with no friends and no one really talked to me. Even though it’s been years and I've come successful and all this, I’m still a bit scared to see all those people again. … Sorry I know it sounds stupid.”. Chris drives with one hand as he reaches over and grabs her hand. He slightly squeezes her hand comforting her. “It’s not. I understand and I’m here for you.”. Y/n smiles at him, squeezing his hand back.

It took only a couple more minutes to get to the school. Y/n looked up at the building that hasn’t changed one bit. A place that brought a lot of plain that she just wants to forget. Right now is not the time. Now is to show those people what she has become and how she made it in life. It sounds a bit rude but after everything she’s been through she feels like she deserves to drag a bit. About her career , her house, her life, her man. She shakes her head reminding herself that Chris isn’t hers he’s just here to be a good friend. “You okay?''Chris asks, grabbing her chin and making her look at him. Y/n nods, “Yeah let's do this. I gave a feeling we will only have an hour or 2 before the Paparazzi come to get pictures.”. Chris smiles at her getting out and rushing over to her side and opening the door for her. Y/n could already feel the stairs of people watching her step out of the Audi. She couldn’t hold back the smirk on her face as Chris wraps his arm around her waist as they make their way to the gym where the reunion is being held. All around were old classmates who made fun of her with their jaws open as they watched her walk into the gym. Some didn’t think she would show being a big star now and no one expected to see her walk in on the arm of Chris Evans. As they walk in Y/n spots one of her friends , the other sadly couldn’t make it. She squeals as she grabs Chris' hand dragging him other to them. “F/n!”, she basically screamed, rushing over to her hugging her. “Y/n!”, she yelled back hugging her. “I thought you weren’t coming?”. “Yeah sorry I had to keep it quiet with the paparazzi and everything.”, Y/n explains. “Although we might be here for a bit before having to leave. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone already announced us being here.”. “Us?”, F/n ask. “Oh sorry” , Y/n pulls away from her, “F/n this is Ch-”. “Chris Evans! Shit Y/n you really did make it!”, F/n jokes lightly punching her. Her and Chris laugh as he stands behind her and rests an arm around her. “I’m sorry , It’s just my son who is a huge fan of Captain america.. I’m f/n by the way.”, she says sticking her hand out to him. Chris smiles, shaking her hand ,”It’s okay , I totally understand. We are here for a bit. We should grab lunch or something, I’d love to meet the little guy.”. F/n laughs shaking her head. “Oh no I couldn’t ask you guys to step into your schedule.”. Y/n reaches out grabbing her hand, “F/n it's okay its why we are staying a bit. I want to overdose Chris to you and O/F and my family of course. Pulse would take Jack's mind off of everything for a bit.”. F/n pulled Y/n in for another hug thanking her. They pull away and she wipes her face, “Wow he must be a keeper if you want to introduce him to O/F.”. They both laugh. Chris wraps both arms around Y/n ,” Should I be scared?”. “Probably , O/f is the crazier protective one out of us.”, F/n explains. “Oh great.”, Chris joked, sending both women into a laugh fit. After they clams down and started talking a bit , “I’m going to go get a drink you want one?”, he turned to Y/n who nodded and said please. He turned to f/n who thanked him but said she was good. They watched as he walked over the drink stand. “Wow, Y/n! That man is so in love with you!”, F/n whistles. Y/n laughs shaking her head. Her heart a bit wishing it was true. But Chris was just doing that stuff to make it believable. “I mean the way he looks at you. Even when you're not looking , would make anyone believe in soulmate or true love.”, she says. Y/n bits her lip looking down , “I don’t know if that’s how he feels but that’s how he makes me feel.”. F/n turns to her smirking , “ Does this mean Jacks getting a little cousin soon.”. Y/n gasp swatting at her. F/n’s smile falls as she looks ahead to where Chris went. “Oh no Jessie is going up to him.”. Y/n’s face fell as she looked over to see Jessie , one of the people who made her life a living hell, talking to Chris. Jealous stringed at her. She trusted Chris. He wouldn’t do anything like that to hurt her. What tug at her was the thought that kept screaming at her that he wasn’t really hers. A small smile makes its way on her face as she watches Chris deny her and walk back off to them. He hands her drink. With his free hand he wraps it around her pulling her into and kissing her cheek. Y/n tried holding back her laugh as she watched Jessie's face fall in shock. But F/n didn’t hold it back. “Oh that was great.”. Causing Y/n to finally break. The cooled down as F/n got a call exposing herself. Y/n rested her head on Chris shoulder looking up at him. “Thank you for that. It was great to see her face like that.”, she giggles. Chris just smiled, shaking his head, “Oh the things I do for you. I wonder sometimes why I do.”. “Cause you love me.”, y/n flutters her eyes at him giggling. “More than you’ll ever know”,Chris says quietly while taking a drink. But Y/n style couches it. Her face falls as her heart starts beating every faster , “What?”. Chris looks down at her shocked, “Oh god, did I say that out loud?”. Y/n nods pulling away to fully turn to look at him. “Do you mean it?”. Chris sighs cursing himself out. He knew he would have to tell her at some point but not right now. “Yes, I’m sorry Y/n. I don’t want to ruin what we have, But I’m in love with you so much I feel like I’m going crazy. I understand if you don’t feel the same and if y-”. Y/n cut him off pulling him down to kiss her. He wraps his arms around her pulling her as close as he can kissing her back. They pull away but not far. Y/n keeps her hands on his face as they rest their forehead on each other. “I love you too, Chris.”. Chris smiles as he pulls her in kissing her again. This one is getting more heated. He pulled away grabbing her hand. “Come on lets get out of here.”. “Wait I need to say bye to F/n!”, she squeals as he pulls her to the doors. “Just text her, she’ll understand plus we’ll see her later.”. He pulls her closer to him as they rush out the doors past the props showing up to the car. Rushing to the hotel.

Y/n smiled at herself in the mirror taking in her appearance in the white gown. Thinking about that night their two idiot self's finally told each other how they feel. Now here she stands in a beautiful white dress about to marry the man of her dreams in front of all her friends and family. Smiling, she grabs the final things in her shoes. f/n and O/f both made her wait to put them on last but she didn’t know why and didn’t argue. She opens the box and pulls out the simple but beautiful shoes. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion as she sees something on the bottoms. Turning them around she chokes on tears as she sees the writing on them. “From friend to best friend to my love and now I will get to call you the best thing I can. My wife.”.

@stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 I hope you guys enjoy this!-MM

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emilycollins00 · 4 years

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if it's not much of a bother, can i ask for a scenario where izumi has a little sister (reader) and she visits the mankai company one day because she misses her? how would the actors (you can pick who!) react knowing that all the acting genes went to the little sister and how do they find out about it? uwu thank you very much~ ღ

So sorry for the delay! It was really nice to come up with the idea so thank you very much for the prompt sweetie! 💕

Hope you like it

Mankai watching Izumi’s sister! reader acting for the first time

It was Thursday morning and being weekday, everyone was running in and out around the dorm; students were in school, adults were on their jobs and you were about to ring the doorbell for the fifth time, when a man in a green suit with patches came out followed by a talking bird.

“Stupid Matsukawa, stupid, stuuupid!”

You wondered if that was the norm around there.

“Will you shut it!” the man with old clothes scolded the animal as he turned to concentrate on the call. He bowed repeatedly to an invisible person “I’m so sorry sir!, I must have taken it to the opposite place…ugh?! Y-you need it that early?! I-I’m outside now, so I’ll run to-!

Unsure, you tried to catch his attention, seeing he might be gone before you could talk “Uh…” He turned, breathing so heavily that you jumped a bit “Hi, sorry I’m Izumi’s-”

The man didn’t even let you finish, “Director! She has gone to help a fellow theatre so you can wait inside! I need to solve some matters but Kamekichi will show you the way” he pointed to the bird flying over you two. At this point, you were barely following what was going on “Now, if you’ll excuse me!”

Before you could even respond, the manager of Mankai had already sprint to try and fix whatever accident had happened. You scratched your neck.

“Come inside, visitor, it’s too hot outside!” he yelled, “I’m going to get a sunburn!”

You pulled out your phone as you eyed the talking bird. Hadn’t expected your surprise visit to turn out like that. You were thinking about actually calling Izumi but...

You lifted your head “Okay little bird, guess I’ll enter. You’re right that it’s too hot to wait here anyway”

“My name’s Kamekichi, you dumbo!”

The bird turned and you followed him inside the big dorm. Excusing yourself before taking your shoes off, you waited for a response that didn’t come. For being such a big place filled with people, as Izumi always said, it sure was empty.

You roamed around the area, not sure if to stay in the lounge or investigate a bit as you waited. It was spacious and something smelled great over what you guessed was the kitchen “Curry…?”

A happy smile reached your face when you saw it was indeed curry. You had missed Izumi’s cooking so much now that she lived here. But you heard her so happy about the theatre that instead of asking her again to try and make time to go home, you took the first train in the morning to go to Veludo.

Gaining more confidence, you decided to look around some more, finding in no time the big courtyard.

“Everyone lives around the garden!” placing himself on your shoulder, Kamekichi had taken the guide role seriously. The bird had been talking non-stop, pointing with his beak different places and random objects you two found on the way.

…There was an insanely big amount of triangle objects laying around, now that you noticed.

“Mmm?” reaching one of the benches, you found what seemed to be a script. Not surprising, taking into account there was always supposed to be a few plays in motion.

You hesitated, but in the end, you couldn’t help but want to take a short look. You had read such great comments about Mankai, it had been a pity you lived so far to make it between your classes and works “Oh… this is pretty interesting?” flipping the pages, you found yourself needing to know more about how that play would turn out. The characters' dialogues were really good and, at some point, unconsciously, you found yourself reciting the lines out loud, enthusiastically.

So enthusiastically, that you had effectively caught the attention of the few dormant that hadn’t noticed a new person from inside their rooms.

..................................

“Thank god we are finally here!” Izumi left the bags on the entrance as Tsumugi held the door so Tasuku could bring some boxes inside “Matsukawa-san…?” she hummed as she opened again her phone.

“Something wrong?” Tsumugi walked next to her as they both headed towards the living room.

Izumi frowned, her fingers moving around the screen “Yeah, looks like he mistook another… Uh, guys? What are you…? Banri-kun, what are you doing here?!”

The autumn leader rolled his eyes while Citron greeted them with a whisper and Azuma smiled. All three of them were looking at the courtyard in silence.

“We were enjoying the performance. Cute, right?” Azuma pointed at you, moving around in the garden “She has been reading out loud the script someone from the summer troupe must have left. I have to say, I’m impressed”

“Yeah, don’t know who she is but she sure has some freakin’ skills man”

Izumi’s eyes opened wide when she heard your voice. No way that was you. When...?

“Yes, she is very amazing! No matter how much noise Banri or me made when we left the rooms, she did not get distracted!”

It was true. You were so immersed in the script that you had barely paid attention to what surrounded you. That’s how good you thought the script was. You were just about to turn when something grabbed you, making you scream.

“Y/N!”

“I-Izumi?”

“Why are you here? Wait, I’m confused, did we arrange anything? Sorry not being here! I’m usually around the dorm but a fellow theatre asked us to help carry some props and they usually help us so much that-“

You smiled. Your sister was one hell of a bouncing ball since you had memory “We didn’t decide anything! I just really missed you so I decided to drop by”

Izumi gasped and tightened the hug, saying over and over how happy she was to finally see you again and how much she had missed you too. You laughed, squeezing her too and enjoying her warmth and familiar smell.

“Were you here long?”

“For a bit. I think it was the manager who let me in and, uh, the bird showed me around?”

She nodded, understanding the confusion in your voice “Yes, they are… anyway” releasing you, she looked at you up and down “You look great! I’m so happy you are here. Come, let me present you some of the actors. Others are working and the youngest in high school… well, at least all were supposed too” she glared at Banri.

The crowd that had awaited watching the sibling exchange approached you, still shocked by finding out you two were related.

“So you are director’s sister?”

“Pleased to meet you, Y/N-san”

“It is so happy to meet you, yes! Let us hear stories from young times later!“

“Yo, little director, not bad”

You now understood why Izumi said they had a vast variety of personalities within the dorm “Nice to meet you!”

“These are Citron, Azuma-san, Banri-kun and… Tsumugi, where’s Tasuku?”

“Was she the one acting?” a man the age of Izumi, pretty well built, had appeared from inside, eyeing you with an intense look in his eyes “I could hear from the entrance. Good voice projection”

“This is Y/N, my sister”

“That delivery was indeed really beautiful” the young man with light blue hair smiled at you and you couldn’t help but blush at the compliment “I’m assuming it’s not your first time”

“Fufu we did have fun seeing your acting”

“After deciding you were not a spy, of course!”

…You wanted to hide embarrassed. Just how many people had been watching you? “I’m so sorry! I took this script and read it out loud” you held the script and gave it to Izumi.

Banri whistled, hands inside his pocket “You gave it a good read too. So that’s where all the actin’ from Yukio-san went to, uh”

“We will have a talk later about you being here on a school day, Banri-kun… I wouldn’t be speaking so cheekily”

Tsumugi laughed nervously at the exchange, turning again to you “Do you act, perhaps?”

You considered it “I’m doing theatre but it’s a small club. It’s a hobby rather than the passion Izumi and our father had”

“Don’t say that, you guys are great! You really need to rethink about doing theatre, I could help you with…”

Every one of the actors could already picture just how many times you two must have had that same conversation, judging by your face. Tasuku decided to interfere.

“You know, I wasn’t able to watch you, care if we do an improv here?”

“Ah, as expected of one of our biggest acting addicts”

“I too want to perform the improv!”

Azuma looked at you, smiling softly when he noticed you fidgeting. Before you could reject anything though, Izumi answered for you “That’s such a great idea!”

Guess you didn’t have a choice.

…………………………………….

“We’re back!”

“I can smell curry even from here…”

“Masumi-kun, stop! I’m sure director will be there even if you…!”

“F in the chat, I’m so tired, Tenten…!”

“Why are you looking at me like I should do something about it?!”

“You guys tell me, I still need to get to my part-time job as soon as we finish lunch…”

The summer and spring members entered the dorm chatting with each other, as always, when Sakuya stopped and headed to the garden, hearing the noise “Why is everyone outside?”

The rest followed. There you stood facing Tasuku with a Citron hiding behind in the middle of the courtyard. The others were sitting on the benches listening to you three.

You kicked the floor “What do you mean we can’t go?!” you pointed to yourself and Citron “You promised us!”

“I’m not repeating myself. Work piled up”

“But…!”

The green-haired designer of Mankai raised his eyebrows “Who’s that?”

“Are they doing a skit?”

“Looks like it”

Tenma crossed his arms, watching your movements… you were actually pretty good.

“...Is it me or she looks like director?”

…………………….

“That wasn’t half bad” Tasuku smiled when you all finished.

“I too did enjoy it in the performance of us siblings against a strict father!”

“You are even better than I remembered, Y/N!” you couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw your sister’s happy face. Opening your mouth to call her out, applause followed behind you.

“That was so amazing!!”

When did all those people come from?! You turned to see more actors watching you from the lounge. You glanced at your sister and she smiled “I guess we could take a break and have lunch together, you all deserve it!”

You nodded, entering inside to introduce yourself to the rest of them. You couldn’t wait to see what else was to find out about Mankai.

EXTRA:

“So you two are sister...?”

“Yup!”

“Never would have guessed it, acting-wise”

“Same! Your acting skills were EPIC! Do you have instablam?”

“Sister-in-law... need to get her blessing- muhpm!”

“Masumi, don’t!” both Sakuma and Tsuzuru shut him up covering his mouth before you heard anything. You narrowed your eyes, letting it be.

“....anyway, I saw there’s curry? I’m so excited!” you mentioned as you all entered inside.

Izumi gasped beaming as she grabbed your arm “Oh, you just wait to try it, Y/N! I found these spices the other day that…!

You two chatted heatedly about new recipes you both had created as the actors looked at each other with entertained expressions. Maybe you two didn’t share acting genes… but it looked like the curry obsession really ran in your family’s blood.

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Have a wonderful day! 💕

Edit: If interested, here is a kind of sequel to this Sister! reader with the autumn troupe

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weasleypogues · 4 years

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first kegger of the summer (j.m.)

request: Oof I’ve never requested anything for outerbanks but I see you want some requests so maybe one where the reader has had drinks here and there but has never actually gotten drunk and she does one day at a party and JJ loves that she felt comfortable enough to do that around him but he stops drinking to sober up and be able to take care of her when she gets home and stuff?? And could they already be dating??? If you’re not comfortable with this I totally understand, baby! Thanks either way ❤️❤️❤️

master list.

i really hope i did your initial envision justice!!

also i feel bad bc i feel like i did more actions than actual dialogue but actions speak louder than words yanno

it was the first kegger of the summer and needless to say you were ecstatic. after finally finishing up the school year from hell, you were excited to go back to your dumb pogue shit with your best friends. already at the boneyard was you, the rest of your group, and a couple of other pogues from the island. it was chill and you were glad to say you felt comfortable.

“soooo....you’re gonna drink tonight right? like go off kinda drink if you know what i mean?” kiara asked you with what you thought was a little devilish smile and she jabbed her elbow into your side.

you laughed and rolled your eyes, leaning away from her elbow. “yes kie, matter of fact i am. i gotta start living a little and why not do that with the people i trust the most.”

“people....or person?” kie questioned you with raised eyebrows and a smirk as her eyes traveled back and forth between you and your boyfriend, jj, talking to pope at the keg.

“okay yes jj, but all of you. but definitely jj.” you responded with a wide grin and your face feeling hot. it’s like jj could feel your eyes on him and looked over at you, sending a wink your way.

almost as if he was reading your mind he poured a cup and lifted it out in the open as if to say ‘want it?” you raised your eyebrows and nodded, leaving your spot next to kie as she talked to some pogue about astrology and walked up to jj.

“damn (y/n/n), i didn’t think you’d actually take it.” jj teased you as you took a sip.

“just feel like it’s now or never, yanno. i trust you guys enough to know that nothing bad is going to happen....or should i rephrase, nothing too bad is going to happen.” you responded, ending your statement with a kiss on his cheek that soon turned into a kiss as he grabbed your face and pulled you in.

as you turn around to make your way back to kie, you specifically put a little sway into your hips as you walk away from jj, completely knowing he’s going to check you out as you walk away. you take a quick sneak peek back at him and see him dropping his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose with his mouth slightly parted, taking the scene in front of him in. you giggle and shake your head as you take your seat next to kie yet again.

“want this?” jj asks pope with absolutely no explanation. pope glances over the top of his cup with a skeptical look on his face.

“what’d you do to it?” pope asked defensively, his eyes narrowed on jj’s face. jj rolls his eyes and forces it into pope’s hands.

“nothing, i just don’t feel like finishing it.” jj answers, waving his hand to prompt pope to down the smidge of alcohol that was left in his cup. pope shrugs and downs the rest of it.

“was there a reason you didn’t finish it?” pope asked, throwing it into the black plastic bag they had for a makeshift trashcan. pope didn’t even need an answer as he followed jj’s eyes focused on you finishing your first drink of it night.

it didn’t take long for the giddy and buzzed feeling to kick in. it made you feel almost invincible, carefree, and wild. however, nothing in your brain told you to stop to get another cup. but no one was really stopping you so how bad could it be?

the music was blasting and you were dancing next to kiara and sarah, letting the slight vibrations from the song run through your body as the sounds coincide with the crashing waves to the right of you. here and there you take sarah and kie’s hands and twirl them playfully or belt lyrics at the top of your lungs. either way, this is the night you initially envisioned. it could’ve easily lasted for hours and you wouldn’t know any better.

however, you were quickly snapped out of it when you spotted jj a couple of yards away, just admiring you from afar. you smiled immediately with a goofy-drunk grin and made your way over to where he was sitting on the sand, near the campfire.

“i think-i think you should join us babe.” you practically slurred as you held your hand out for him to take. a devilish grin replaced his content one as he took your hand and pulled you down to the sand with him to hold you in his arms.

it took a couple of seconds for your tipsy brain to process what happened but you just smilled and giggled as you felt his arm wrap from the left side of your shoulder and make it’s way to sit on your right one. you let your chin lean against his arm but lazily let your head sway to lean against his bicep as your hands curled around his forarm.

it wasn’t long until sarah and kie made their way back to the fire aswell and sat next to pope and john b.

you and jj didn’t notice, but john b nudged pope in his side slightly to get his attention until he pointed towards you and jj for pope to follow his lead.

“hey, (y/n/n), how drunk are you on a scale of 1-10?” john b inquired with a wide grin on his face and chuckled afterwards. jj threw his head back and laughed as the three of them waited for your answer.

you lazily lifted your hand and counted on your hands, “one, two, three......probably a nine.” you answered with a grin, your eyes practically closed. pope and john b started laughing hysterically.

“only took you a couple of keggers to finally get you outta your shell!” pope proclaimed. john b lifted his cup up in the air, while pope and jj were quick to follow with their cups of water and even though everyone around had no idea what they were lifting their cups to, they all followed.

“to the outer banks!” john b called out and everyone just cheered in response and downed their drinks as well. you lifted your imaginary cup slowly with a giddy grin on your face and pretended to take it. jj couldn’t help but admire every move you made. all he knew was he was glad you were a happy and funny drunk. he liked the way you continued to playfully bite your lip or ran your fingers through your hair. your eyes were pretty glossy but you would just stare up at him and admire his baby blue ones, and just his face overall. he would subtly blush as your gaze and give you small kisses over your entire face.

“wanna go? we should get you into bed before you fall asleep anywhere but a bed.” jj whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you sluggishly nodded. even though it was kind of difficult to get up because all your sense of balance seemed to leave your body, jj wrapped his arm around your waist.

the way home would’ve been quiet if it weren’t for the drunk comments you made towards him such as “i love youuu” or “your hair is fantastic” or his personal favorite “even though i don’t approve of it, when you fight someone it’s sooo fucking hot”. he’d obviously compliment you back and made sure you knew that he loved you as well.

there were a couple of times were he would say “i know i keep saying this, but if you feel sick at anytime before we get back to your house, let me know, we can stop at the side of the road.” you would always just nod and take sips here and there from your water bottle.

“you’re so fucking adorable and funny drunk.” he said with a smile on his face.

“ugh stop, you’re too good to me.” you’d slur back as you playfully hit his arm.

when you got home, you notice the lights in your house were off. jj let out an internal sigh of relief, as he didn’t even think of the scenario of what he would say to your parents when you stumbled into the house in his arms. he took the key out of your backpack as you sat on your front stoop with your head in your hands. at this point, you weren’t feeling that great and were definitely getting the spins. he opened the door, shoving the key back in his pocket and helped you off of the ground.

“we’re gonna be as quiet as we can be when we go up to stairs, i’ll help you get ready for bed and you can take two advil in advance before you knock out, yeah?” he whispered as his both of his thumbs rubbed back and forth soothingly on both of your hands. you nodded without saying a word and held one of his hands. he let you lead the way and acted as a catcher behind you in the case if you lost your balance, he’d be there behind you to catch you.

thankfully, you made it to your room and laid face down on your bed as you somewhat heard jj rumaging through your drawers.

“these shorts and this shirt okay?” he asked before turning around. he noticed you were face down and chuckled to himself before placing them on the bed next to you.

“can you put these on for me while i get you another water bottle and advil?” jj asked and he ran his hands over your head. you nodded into your blanket and slowly got up, lethargicaly undressing yourself as jj helped himself to your kitchen and cabinet to get everything he needed.

“that didn’t take long.” jj said outloud and laughed, as you were in your pajamas and pretty much tucked into bed, making sure you plugged your phone in. after you took the advil with no help, jj grabbed your trash can and moved it over to the right side of your bed.

“the rest of the water is on your night stand, your phone is charging, and the trash can is on the right also. anything else babe?” he asked, whispering not to be too loud.

“i haveeee the spinss.” you whined, placing your hands over your eyes as if that was going to stop them. he gave you a pouty face that could barely hide his smile and chuckle.

“i know, (y/n/n). but they’ll go away soon. anything else?” jj asked, as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. you nodded slightly as your reached your arms out in front of you.

“can you stay the night, babe?” you asked in a tone that jj could not refuse whatsoever. he lightly smiled to himself before turning off your lamp and taking off your shoes.

“anything for you.” he responded, almost excitedly before lifting the covers and pulling your body close to his. jj gave you a kiss on the top of your head before you two fell asleep almost immediately.

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missskzbiased · 4 years

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Getting a Roommate (2)

Okay, So I’m back! I got a suggestion about the roommate so I wrote it. I’m really glad people read it kkk I honestly thought this wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Anyway, I think I should put a “Language” warn(?) since I write a lot of “fuc-”... And This one has a lot of dialogue. I guess all of them will have it, but this one is basically talking. Felix and IN are here this time~

Word Count: ~3,9K Female lead I hope you guys like it. I’m all ears for suggestions! Also, I hope you guys suggest a Love Triangle pair you prefer :3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final) ---------------------------------------/////------------------------------------------

You were heading out Jisung’s and Changbin’s place, making a decision You thought would be the best-case scenario: Seungmin would be a perfect choice. He was sweet, quiet, clean and kinda funny too with the old hag stuff. You should have just stayed there. When you finally got to his place, walking a lot, since you didn’t want to spend money on a bus if you could just walk for 20 minutes, you knocked all happy.

“Y/N!” He said smiling as he opened the door.

“Hey, old hag, I’m back” You smiled back, but your smile soon dropped from your face.

In the middle of his living room were some boxes and a really cute guy wiping his sweat with the back of his hand from his forehead. He looked like a fox and you felt He was one at that moment.

“Oh boy…” You whined “Am I too late?”

Seungmin looked at you sympathetically and tapped your shoulder twice.

“I’m sorry, but He’s an old hag too” He said, grimacing at you.

Great… Now your best option was going back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place and get the bloody room… Why had you had to walk all the way here for nothing?! Seungmin seemed to notice your moody self and gesticulated to his new roommate. That could have been you, You thought devastated.

“Hey, Jeongin, come meet my not-hag friend! She came right before you” He said and the boy came smiling to you.

You wished you could call him a sly fox, but He was so cute! He could be a baby fox, tough… His smile made him look like a child and He extended his hand to you really excitedly, shaking it like He was really hyped to meet you.

“So my little Seungmo have a friend beside me?! I am: CHOCKED” He laughed, getting a slap on the back from Seungmin.

“I’m older than you, you little shit” Seungmin retorted, smiling, and both of them laughed.

You wanted to laugh too, but you were feeling too dumb to do it at the moment.

“He’s a sly fox and didn’t even say it was him, so I thought it would be just like anyone to see the place, but then He just dropped his stuff on my floor!” He said excitedly.

Good News: Seungmin was hyped, so He could warm up with time, just like you thought.

Bad News: You were homeless.

You were about to say goodbye to them and bring your sorry ass back to your last place, but Jeongin looked at you with a bright smile and gestured for you to come inside.

“Do you have any manners, Seungmo?” He rolled his eyes “How can you let a friend hanging by the door?” and He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside gently, closing the door.

“He’s bringing people home!” You accused jokingly “Did you really betrayed me for him?” You faked a hurt expression and made both of them laugh.

“And you called me a sly fox?” Jeongin arched his brows, chuckling.

“Can I sit down a little bit?” You asked, tired, and Seungmin promptly gestured to the couch.

“Of course!” He rushed, going to the couch and fluffing it “Where are my manners?” He apologized and you chuckled.

“Thank god!” You said as soon as your butt reached the cushion “I’m so tired!” You whined, looking at them sitting down across you, Seungmin on the couch and Jeongin on the armchair.

“Is it that hard to find a roommate better than me?” He said smugly joking and you rolled your eyes.

“I came on foot, under this bloody summer sun at midday, Seungmin… But yeah, it’s also hard to find a good roommate” You complained “And now I have to walk back to where I just came because my best shot is to live with two loud, but really nice, musicians” You sighed “What a day”

“Why the hell didn’t you message me?” Seungmin asked surprised “It would have saved you from walking under the bloody sun” He mocked you.

“That’s because I thought we had a connection, you snake!” You accused and he cackled.

“Yeah, We have! It’s called Wi-fi and it would save you from walking” Jeongin snorted at that and you giggled.

“I’m dumb, for god sakes, forgive me this once, you supreme intelligent life form on Earth” You pleaded mockingly and They chuckled.

“That’s a whole new way of calling Seungmin a knows-all! I like her, Hyung” Jeongin said happily.

“But then again you took him from me” You sniffled, wiping fake tears from your eyes and then laughed.

It was all going too well, you happily talking to the guys that wouldn’t be your roommates, but could be your new friends, before your stomach made a loud grumbling sound. You widened your eyes in chock and the boys cackled at you.

“Should we have lunch?” Seungmin offered.

“No! I can’t bother you that much, I’m heading out to Jisung’s place and I can eat something around there” You refused.

“Did you message him?”Seungmin asked narrowing his eyes.

“That couldn’t even be possible” You laughed like He was crazy “What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” You giggled at the thought.

You got up and thanked them for being nice enough to let you crash on their couch for a little, and happily got all the way back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place. 20 minutes walk wasn’t really much and the sun was almost bearable now, so you were feeling better. You should know you are an unlucky bitch, tough.

When Jisung opened the door, confused, You saw a big backpack on the floor and a skinny boy right next to it.

“What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” Your voice echoed on your head. Yeah, right! The chances of you being screwed were 100% because you were the subject, of course. You could only be angry with yourself for not taking Seungmin’s advice.

“Oh, Y/N!” Jisung said, smiling at you “Did you forget something?”

Well, yeah! You forgot you have the most rotten luck in the world!

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice and you looked up to the new boy in the place.

You couldn’t believe it.

“Felix, you little piece of shit!” You beamed.

“What are you doing here?!” He asked surprised, coming to the door and hugging you “Are you stalking me, you creep?” He asked alarmed, laughing right after.

“As if” You snorted “Why didn’t you say you were looking for a place?! We could be living together and I wouldn’t be so screwed up right now!” You whined and he laughed.

“How would I know you needed a new place too?! My roommate got caught in the hallways, apparently having sex with someone while they were really high” He explained “So we got expelled and here I am”

“I can’t believe it! Was the boy your roommate?! The girl was mine!” You groaned “We totally should have lived together! But your mom was all like ‘You can’t live with a girl, Do you want to be a father?’” You mimicked her tone and Felix laughed.

“As if all the sleepovers wouldn’t be enough to get you pregnant” He chuckled and You laughed, remembering all the sleepovers you had with him, playing Uno until morning, and watching Horror movies just to be scared and asking him to go to the bathroom with you.

Jisung looked abashed, eyeing you both.

“So… I’m going to head back… Make yourself home, Y/N” Jisung said, turning around, embarrassed.

You couldn’t understand why he looked so ashamed, but you decided to ignore it, sitting on the couch with Felix.

“Are you hungry?” He asked you, his eyes shining while He smiled at you.

“I’m starving” You groaned “Have been hungry since before coming back here… Felix, why couldn’t We be smart for once and talk to each other about moving out?” You whined, looking at him with puppy eyes “I just have two more places to go now… I can live with a guy that would like me to hear him having sex” Felix shot up a brow at that “Or I can live with two fuckboys”

“What the hell?” He uttered “Don’t you have anywhere better to go?”

“I had a great chance to move in with a really sweet guy, but I thought maybe I could find a better place, so I ran into a Dom guy and then I came here” You explained “So I went back to the sweet guy and He found a roommate, a friend of his, and then I came here again… And here you are” You sighed “And now I’m hungry and homeless all over again”

“What will you choose? Dom guy or Fuckboys?” He asked curiously.

“I don’t know… Dom guy seemed nice enough, but do I want to hear him being called Daddy?” You wondered “Not really…”

“Fuckboys are creep guys? Or just… Free souls?” He asked unsurely and you chuckled.

“One of them is really nice, He was almost a gentleman, Maybe a little bit… Crude on his words. The other one tough…” You groaned “He’s an asshole!”

“Okay, but the asshole one is that unbearable? Did He try to make a move on you or something?” Felix asked worriedly.

“No! He said I wasn’t fuckable enough! Can you believe it? He said I would have to beg him to fuck me” You rolled your eyes “Where in the world would I beg to be fucked by a dumbass?” You complained, getting angry.

“Well that’s good, actually” Felix shrugged “If dumbass don’t want to fuck you, You will have a peaceful home, won’t you? They can fuck whoever they want and you can sleep in peace without listening to anything… It sounds like a win-win situation to me” He advised.

“I can’t believe I am considering living with that douche” You sighed again “Well, I better call Minho before another random roommate gets my place”

“I’m not a random roommate! I was thinking of giving you these, you ungrateful brat” He uttered, searching for something on his backpack and showing you a box full of brownies.

“Did I say a random roommate? I meant a perfect friend that I could never badmouth!” You said, picking a brownie and feeling all your soul screaming in happy language “Oh god! This is so good!” You said while picking another one before he could close de box.

He laughed at you.

“You’re a snake, did you know that?” He looked at you playfully.

“And you are the biologist guy that feeds me and makes me happy” You answered, feeling a lot better after eating something.

You searched Minho’s number on your phone and called him.

“Hey” You said after he answered “Yeah, It’s Y/N… Make a room for me, I’m staying there” You sighed “Yeah, totally great… Yeah, I’ll be there later, I just need to get my stuff. What? Oh… Well, yeah… It would help me a lot, actually. Okay! Goodbye!”

Felix looked at you curiously.

“What?” He asked “You sound happy to live with a fuckboy”

“He will help me bring my stuff!” You beamed “He has a car… Finally, something went right!” You couldn’t believe your luck. You messaged him your old address.

“Want a helping hand?” He asked, but you denied, thanking him for the offer and the food.

“I’m out, Felix!” You waved him goodbye and decided to finally take a cab to your place. No more walking for you, little lady!

When you got there, Minho was already waiting, his arms crossed and his face emotionless while He looked at the passersby. You waved a ‘Hi’ and His eyes lighted up when He finally found you.

“Thank god! I was beginning to wonder if you were pranking me because of Hyunjin” He confessed and you chuckled.

“I’m not that bad and you were nice enough” You tapped his shoulder “So let’s go, dude, We have a lot of things to pick up”

“I’m really sorry for you having to put up with him” He said suddenly and you looked at him. He really seemed sorry and you let a smile crack on your face.

“It’s his fault, not yours” You shrugged “And I will have to put up with him anyway now that I don’t have anywhere else do go, so this is it. Moving on”

He smiled and then followed you around, helping you pick up all your things and get the boxes to the car. When you finally sat down on the passenger’s seat and buckled up, He whistled.

“That was a lot of stuff” He states.

“Imagine doing this all by myself” You agreed “I own you one”

“Own me enough to buy me some food?” He asked grinning

“It hasn’t even been a day and you already extorting me” You accused and He laughed “Unfortunately I’m starving so I will have to accept that offer”

“That makes two of us. Where should we go?” He asked.

“Anywhere you want, but remember I’m poor” You shrugged and He snorted.

“Fast Food is good enough for you, my poor lady?” He said jokingly.

“Is that how you flirt?” You cackled “It’s good enough, I can afford it” You agreed and He drived you guys to eat some unhealthy food.

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“Get your lazy ass off the couch and help us with the boxes” Minho yelled at Hyunjin, Who just stood there looking at him.

“What took you so long? I was waiting for you” He whined and Minho arched a brow at him, putting the box down.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Let’s order some food” He pleaded and Minho snorted.

“Do I look like your father?” Minho rolled his eyes “Pay for your own food for once, man”

You finally got there with your box and put it on the floor.

“Oh, look at him!” You said, giggling “I could say that to you, sir” and Minho smiled sheepishly at you.

“What?!” Hyunjin groaned “You ate with her?” He rolled his eyes “Not even a day and you’re already disturbing me” He looked at you, pouting.

“Didn’t know you had a child” You said looking at Minho “When baby boy stops crying help me out with the boxes, please?” You asked, heading back to the car and ignoring Hyunjin’s tantrum.

Hyunjin looked pissed at the door and Minho cackled up.

“Hey, baby boy” Minho called, mocking him.

“Fuck off” He uttered, getting up from the couch.

“Are you going to cry on bed now?” Minho asked, still laughing.

“You’re so annoying!” Hyunjin groaned “Did you left any food for me?” He asked.

“Yeah, but Y/N was the one who paid for it, so I do think it’s better for you to help with the boxes, so you can eat because I won’t cook for you” He warned, heading back to the car.

You were surprised to see Hyunjin coming with Minho, his hands on his pockets, like He didn’t give a fuck, but coming to help anyway.

“What did you tell him?” You whispered on Minho’s ears and He chuckled.

“I said you were only giving him food if he helped” He answered, whispering to you.

“We don’t have any food left” You said amused, eyeing Hyunjin getting the box to the elevator.

“Well, I figured He deserved a little prank” He grinned and you laughed out loud.

“Oh my god! I love you” You said amused and He smiled.

“Now I think We’re even” He said, ruffling your hair and picking up two boxes. “Let this one there, so He come back to pick it up” He advised.

You giggled. Making Hyunjin unhappy was really making your day.

“Give me this” You pointed to one of the boxes, and He shrugged it off, heading towards the elevator and you followed him.

Hyunjin went back for the last box when both of you came inside the house, this time you were holding the box that Minho rushedly put on your hands. When He put the last box on the floor, he looked at you.

“I would like the food now” He said politely.

“What food?” You asked slyly.

He eyed you and scoffed.

“The food you bought to me” He said “Please? I helped with two boxes” He made puppy eyes and you wheezed.

“Sorry, but I didn’t buy you any food” You admitted “What made you think that I did?” You asked innocently and Minho scoffed at that.

“You son of a bitch” Hyunjin pointed at Minho “I can’t believe I helped her for nothing” He whined “I thought you were my buddy” He faked hurt and Minho arched a brow and chuckled.

“You are, but She’s my buddy now too” He shrugged “And you were an asshole this morning, You could have screwed us up, dude, I won’t have it”

“And here was I thinking it was all for me” You joked.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, darling” Minho grimaced at you, and you both laughed.

“Ok… I guess I deserved it” Hyunjin rolled his eyes “We can’t do anything now, She’s already here anyway” He sighed “We should make some rules” He suggested.

“Oh, please!” You agreed eagerly and both boys looked at you confused.

“Please! Please don’t be too loud” You pleaded “I want to sleep at night without hearing you guys having sex”

“Well, you should say it to the girls we’re gonna bring” Hyunjin snorted “But our walls are thick, We choose it so we didn’t need to hear each other having sex” He admitted “So I guess this one is fine”

“Thank god” You said, smiling, sitting down, waiting for them to do the same.

“ We have to schedule things” Minho brought up “Who will be cooking, cleaning and doing laundry, buy groceries” He remembered “Hyunjin is fine by cleaning everything up, He likes to have a tidy place and brag about it”

“Well, you did brag about it tough” You reminded him and He smiled sheepishly.

“I would say anything for you to stay” He admitted and you laughed.

“Ew, It sounds like you guys are dating, stop it” Hyunjin made a gagging sound and Minho laughed “Which bring us to the third rule: No dating or fucking?”

“What are you? Six?” Minho scoffed “Why should it be a rule? If someone gets jealous, It would be way better to have a rule saying that if anything comes up the person will have to help us find a new roommate” He made his point.

“I don’t mind at all” You shrugged “It’s not like I intend to hook up with one of you anyway, but Minho’s idea is way more mature like expected” You stated.

“Fine, so if you guys hook up you will help us to find a roommate” Hyunjin agreed and you scoffed.

“Why me?” You complained “Maybe it’s you who will be getting jealous because I will steal your buddy” You reasoned.

“Great, She already thinks she can steal you from me, Minho, put her in her place, please” He joked and you grinned.

“Anything else?’ Minho wondered “Well, obviously you can bring anyone you want here too” Minho said looking at you “We just warn one another when we coming with someone, so it won’t be uncomfortable for anyone… Imagine if I break into the room taking off someone’s clothes and you are watching TV with a friend… Not the best way to set up the mood. We try to stay in our rooms too, so We don’t run into naked people on the corridor” You laughed at that.

“That seems ok for me” You agreed “What about the bathroom?”

“What about the bathroom?” Minho asked

“Do you guys have it scheduled? Do you lock the door? I don’t want to run into you showering” You explained.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” He joked and you rolled your eyes “But no, we don’t… We just enter the bathroom when the other is there, but I guess we can’t do that anymore”

“Well, obviously” You agreed.

“You can just lock it” Hyunjin suggested “And you will only need to check if He or I am not inside it before you come”

“Good enough for me” You stated “Maybe a little bit of schedule would be good, though, like know who has classes first and this kind of thing”

“ We can see this later, I don’t think it will be necessary… We’re both really quick to bath and get ready, so you should have a lot of time to do it anyway”

“I guess that is it?” You shrugged “We’re roomies now”

“Great” Hyunjin mocked, raising his hands like he was celebrating and you rolled your eyes.

“Do you wanna do the laundry so we don’t see your stuff?” Minho asked suddenly.

“I got the impression you guys already saw a lot of underwear in your like, I don’t really mind it” You scoffed and Minho laughed.

“Fair enough, so we can schedule it. You can help me buy the groceries since Hyunjin will be cleaning and wash the dishes, so we split the house chores”

“Perfect” You smiled “Now I’m going to get my room ready” You said excitedly.

“Oh! Actually…” Minho looked at you nervously and scratched the back of his neck “Your room isn’t ready yet” He admitted “We have bought a new bed, but it probably will come just by the end of the week” He explained.

“I can’t believe it” You sighed “I knew I should choose the Dom guy” You complained “Well, I will just hang my clothes then…”

“Yeah…” He started and you eyed him suspiciously “You don’t have a closet yet” He stated.

“Oh, lord” You groaned “Why did you announce this shit if you hadn’t a room ready?!” You whined.

“I thought we would have more time!” He apologized “Sorry, you can take my bed”

“No way in hell!” You fake gagged “I’m sleeping on the couch” You assured.

“What? Why?” He asked surprised.

“That’s no way I will just sleep where you have sex every day!” You answered outraged.

“Hey, I change the sheets!” He defended himself.

“No way, I’m sleeping on the couch” You shushed him.

“Well, I don’t know…” Hyunjin started talking, But Minho cut him off.

“No, let her sleep here” He grinned “When she gets her back hurting She will come to me crying”

“Yeah, right, Hyunjin’s father” You rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t even doing anything now!” Hyunjin protested, but you only laughed at him.

“Well, I’m just gonna put my clothes on random piles on the floor then”

You picked up the boxes one by one, heading to your new room. It was big enough for you, it already had a writing-desk waiting there and a lot of empty space. You could start decorating and leaving your style here, hanging some posters, photos and putting your books on the desk… It would be good enough for you. Your classes were going to start in three days, so you had enough time to do all that and go sleep on the damn couch.

You should really have chosen Seungmin when you had the chance…

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Hey, Could you do a overhaul scenario Dedicated to the song "Kiss it all better" By he is we?

ANGST 😈 *maniacal laugh*

Tartarus was such a cold and cruel place... Of course it had to be that way, it imprisioned the worst and most dangerous villains of all Japan on there.

One of those prisoners had the once young leader of the Shie Hassaikai, his villain name was once Overhaul, the same of his own quirk... but his actual name was Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.

He sits in his cell

and he lays on his bed.

Sorrow and emptiness enveloping his entire body and mind as the events pass through his head, like a torturous flashback he was obligated to watch over and over again.

They didn't know why he did all of that... they just told and assumed he was a heartless and some type of bastard monster... but no. He had his reasons for all of he had done. The bullets... the experiments... all of them had purpose.

Not only to give Pops his gratitude, bring the Shie Hassakai back to their glory days... no. It had another reason... one that was permanent craved on his heart and soul to remind him of how useless he was on that night of years ago...

Shakily breathing out, the memories of a distant past started to overtake the recent events... but yet, he thought those were the most painful ones...

~~~~~~~

"Ouch!" He snapped his head from the book he was reading to see his lover hissing, clenching her wrist with her other hand as she muttered some curse words.

He sighed out loud and got up from his seat, marking the page where he had stopped to grab the first kit aid nearby as he got back to the kitchen isle where she was located.

"Third time only this week." He said in false annoyance as she pouted with puppy dog eyes at him, those beautiful (E/c)'s eyes he came to love. He rolled his eyes while muttering to her to hand him the sliced finger.

"You're so clusmy... 19 years already, and can't even cut something without cutting yourself along with it." he commented nonchantly as he ignored her wincing when he applied some disinfectant on the injury before wrapping it up with a band aid.

"Yet you love me for it!" He deadpanned at her before rolling his amber eyes again, closing the first kit aid before arching a eyebrow when his girlfriend fake coughed at him to catch his attention.

She extended her wrapped up finger with shyness yet playfulness on her eyes as she whispered the words for only him to hear, ones he had nostalgia of and still cringed a bit.

"Kiss it better?"

"... no. Grow up." He muttered and cringed a bit when she grabbed onto his sleeve and stared at him with kicked puppy eyes again. He groaned at that and picked her hand on his gloved one, lowering his mask with a 'I despise you sometimes', before lightly kissing the area where he had just wrapped up.

The smile she gaved to him was what gave him happines, a feeling that he was always deprived of when she wasn't around....

~~~~~~~~~~~

He blinked up at the ceiling at remembering that one scene... he always used to complain when you sliced your finger accidentaly on a paper or cutting something... now, oh what he would do to do that again... Kissing slightly your injury again...

Feel you again...

The love of his life was you. No doubts... he had this feeling that you were The one ever since he was a child... and he lost it...

~~~~~~~

"Chisaki-kun?" A girly and childish voice echoed in the air, interrupting his muttering and sniffling before he looked up in both annoyance and shock.

"What do you want?" He hissed while looking at the opposed direction of where the girl was taking a seat next to him.

"I heard you got into a fight again..." she muttered with her hands on her lap before taking the courage to look up at him again "Are you okay?"

He looked at her with dead eyes while arching an eyebrow, the bandage on his left cheek evident while she cringed a bit.

"Right, stupid question... does it still hurt?" You asked in innocence while he scoffed, waiting for Pops to get out of that room as he talked with the principal and teacher.

He jerked a bit away when you touched his cheek, glaring at you as a warning for not touching again.

"It does..." you said sadly with furrowed eyebrows as he muttered for you to leave him alone... yet you didn't, noticing how he tightened his jaw as his eyes were slowly turning to pink instead of white...

You poked your fingers together before snapping them when an idea popped into your head.

"Can I try something? It maybe will get better a bit..."

He doubted that, the pain was bearable... but the one on his chest wasn't...

Though, when he felt the pair of your lips touching his cheek, right on the injury wrapped up, he felt all the cold on the room being replaced by a warm feeling... a rather good type of warm.

He looked at you as if you had grew three head while covering the place where you had kissed it... he felt his face burning up at not only by your action but also by that smile you gave him.

"I kissed it to make it all better." You said before you let out a chuckle "it's not very efficient but it does help a bit sometimes... so? Did it help?"

He didn't even blinked as his expression of shock was still permanent on his face... he couldn't even answer you since Pops had gotten out right on the moment his lips had moved to speak again...

"We talk tommorow then, bye Chisaki!" You waved at him when he looked a bit back while walking alongsides Pops...

He touched the place again, still finding weird the warmth that it brought to him...

'Kiss it all better' huh?

~~~~~~~~

He took a sharp breath as he remembered taht inep memroy in specific... metal arms and hands coming to covers his face as the most painful moment of his life started to replay all over it again.

The motivitation to him to have started to give it a end to those heroes.... the one day where he became that cruel and cold monster that everyone told that he was...

~~~~~~~~

An night out... he never was once a fan of those, but he couldn't help but attend to your wishes once or twice... after all, you were special to him. Dearest to his called cold heart.

"Such a great place Kai!" You chirped happily as you both walked side by side towards his newest car "But you know you didn't had to spend all of that on me you know?"

That little pout on your lips was just so adorable... it showed him how innocent, pure and a bit of a brat that you were. His loved one.

"Nonsense." He scoffed as he adjusted his black mask on his face "If you kept insisting like that over at least 2 weeks to go out, then the least I could do was to afford a place where it has their dignity."

Your giggles echoed on the empty street as the lights of the streets iluminated your path to his car.

He took slowly your hand on his covered one, thumb brushing over your palm as he didn't mind it to look at your smile to prevent a blush to spot him.

Just in the moment he went to take his car keys, his ears caught some suspecting sounds on the near alleyway. Arching his eyebrow at it he brought you close to the car muttering for you to stay back as he took a couple of steps to catch a glimpse of what was that.

Your giggles made him deadpan when he noticed what was exactly making the sound... a stray cat on the dumpster.

"Never expected that you would get protective of me due to a cat Kai."

"Shut your mouth." He growled before you widened your eyes at him... he didn't got why exactly that until he heard a 'click' right on the back of his head.

"Hands on the air yakusa thug where I can see them." A young man with a cape said arrogantly as he rolled his eyes but still complied...

He wasn't on the mood to deal with that kind of bullshit.

"S-Sir what's going on?" You asked shakily as another gun was aimed right to you after by the same guy.

"Shut it. Both of you are from some yakusa am I right? You two are coming with me!"

"Says the motive and we might think about it." Chisaki rolled his eyes before giving the guy a cold glare "We didn't do anything for this incopentent."

"I SAID NOT TO MOVE!" He clicked the gun and Chisaki still took a couple of steps to stand in front of you.

"K-Kai..." you whined silently while gripping on his black tshirt... he could sense it and see it how scared you were, and that pained him to no ends. He couldn't get on a fight with a hero, and he still didn't know one hundred per cent the anatomy of the human kind, so he had to be careful with his choices to not prejudice neither the Shie Hassaikai neither his lover.

"Listen." He growled "Whatever you gave as a excuse to scout us, it won't work without a motive or a proof. So let us go."

"You yakusas are always the same. Arrogant little pieces of shits with your dirty sluts to make you company!" His amber eyes grew dark at the man's words as he shoved hsi sleeves up.

"Do not insult my girlfriend in front of me you disgusting fucking piece of-" you quickly got what the young hero was trying to do, anger Chisaki to the point of attacking him to shoot him with a fucked up excuse of "self-defence"

"KAI WAIT-!" you pulled on his right arm to get him out of the way before the young hero shooted with closed eyes and trembling hand on you instead of Chisaki.

Both mens widened their eyes as the young hero dropped both of his guns and stared in horror of what he had just done while Chisaki shouted out for your name as he grabbed your body before it could collide to the ground.

Your breath was becoming quicker and shorter as Kai stared at where the bullet hat pierced your skin.

The man ran and that infuriated Chisaki to no ends.

"COWARD!" He shouted after the hero "GET BACK HERE-!" he moved a bit but you winced in pain... the warmth of your body was slowly fading away as he felt himself start to panick.

"K-Kai..." tears rolled down your cheeks as he ripped his sleeves in a effort to stuck the blood before grabbing his phone.

"Is alright. I'm calling back up. Be strong a bit for me (Y/n). Please." He dialogued the numbers but the call didn't last since Kurono wasn't answering for some reason. "DAMMIT KURONO!"

"K-Kai..." you breathed out before coughing a bit of blood as rain drops started to fall from teh sky "I-I-Im... n-not ready to... to g-go..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" He shouted while holding tight on you "You're gonna be alright..." his hand carresed your hair in a effort to comfort both of you "You're with me, everthing is going to turn out just fine... is my fault this, I take responsibility-"

"I-Is not... your fault l-love..."

"It is!" He shouted in anger as he got a message from his childhood friend apologizing for not picking it up, sending himself a message to help him.

"... Kai... you couldn't k-know that he w-was..." you coughed as more blood spilled out as he scolded you to stop talking...

"Kai... I-I..." with the little strenght you had, you gripped on the collar of his shirt to catch his attention, serious golden eyes now filled with tears that were mixed with the rain drops "I... can I-I have one... one last t-thing..?"

"Is not going to be the last..." he whispered but still was ready to attend your wish anyway...

"... kiss.. it... all b-better...." you were fading out of consciousness constantly but he managed to catch that, ripping the mask out of his face as he grabbed your face in his hands and crashed his lips on yours... your tongue weakly interlocked with his before your head dropped in a faint smile at him as your eyes closed slowly.

"No! Don't! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME NOW (Y/N)! NOT NOW! DO NOT DARE TO-!" a disgusting sob caught on his throat made him lower down his voice pathetically as you rested your head on his chest.

"I'm... ready... no..w." he shook you a bit as he pleaded to god, to you, to anyone to not do this to him as he kneeled on the wet and dirty ground of the street...

Your hands and body were so cold now... his anger and sadness build up on him so much that with along with a loud thunder he clinged your body to his as his nails dig on your skin, screaming a bloody shout at the sky as the rain intensified.

When his throat was throbbing he had taken a pause to breath, your dead body still on his arms as a light of a car iluminated him from behind as he breathed in and out..

"Chisaki!" The voice of Pops echoed along with the rain that hitted the grounds... but Kai's attention wasn't on either of them... no.

The car's light iluminated the weapon that that hero used to kill his lover.

His gaze was murderous yet avoid of any life as he got up and carrying his girlfriend in bridal style... not caring for once on his life at how dirty he was with your blood and not even daring to explain to Pops whem the old man gasped at the sign of the dead body on his arms.

"Chisaki..." the elder muttered as Kai handed it to Kurono, which was driving the car, your dead body before making his way to crouch down on the ground, eyes not even blinking as he grabbed the gun and load it.

"... I will be back..." he muttered darkly before slowly walking on the path that hero had taken to run.

~~~~~~~

Years had passed since them and nobody ever discovered what had happened with that spefic hero... asides from him.

He tortured the son of a bitch. And when he was satisfied with the guy's suffering, he released him from the chains and gave him a chance to run for his life ... before shooting without any pity in the man's back. Overhauling the body without remorse or caring that if screwed up or not, since at that time he did not have that much of knowledge.

He felt his eyes grow heavier and heavier as the minutes grew by as one last memory helped him to ease his sadness... even for just a bit.

~~~~~~~~~

A choked and shocked gasp caught his attention when he was passing by the halls of his home... Taking a glimpse of the living room he saw you breathing in and out as some quiet sobs manifested.

He made his way and sitted besides you quietly with furrowed eyebrows but still monotonous eyes as you sniffled once or twice before noticing his presence.

"Nightmare?" He asked with an arched eyebrow as you nodded sadly. He sighed with a hand on his neck before he took the courage to mutter "Whatever it was, it's a irrational fear."

"Why is that?" You sniffled before you yelped at the flip on your forehead.

"Because if I'm with you, nothing neither no one is ever going to harm you idiot... understood?" You blushed at his words but soon nodded with a smile that left him feeling all warm again as he scoffed.

Just when he was about to lift up, he tensed when you grabbed his hand with puppy eyes looking up at him.

"Stay with me? Until I fall asleep again?" You asked shyly and sweetly... and he couldn't bring himself to even complain as he slowly took his seat on the couch again... allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder as he awkwardly wrapped one arm around you with a sigh.

Your breath soon slowed down, indicating him that you fell soundly asleep again... giving him the chance to smile and to take off his mask to place a sweet and warm kiss on your lips without your knowledge...

~~~~~~~

One lonely tear rolled down from his eye as he repeated the words to himself as the exaustion took over his soul and body.

"Stay with me until I fall asleep..."

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flovey-dovey · 4 years

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I want to say something about Klaus

I’ve been waiting a very long time to see this movie, and when I finally could I loved it to pieces. But the ending broke my heart- in more ways than one.

There will be no “tldr” here because my feelings about this film are too strong to let me minimalize what I have to say about it (but I might have to make a part 2 since this is pretty big). If you don’t agree with me, that’s fine, it’s okay, I don’t blame you. I won’t tell you you’re wrong, because in your own life you’re as obligated as ever to have an opinion of your own, correct or not. One other thing I want to say before I start rambling is that this will be messy. Also I do not- nor have ever- claimed to be a critic, and this is not a review. This is just a single person on the internet expressing their opinion, and for the love of all that is holy let’s keep it at that.

Foreword over, on to my pure thoughts. Oh, and spoiler alert for those who haven’t seen the movie yet. No matter what I think about it it’s definitely worth a watch, and going into this without seeing it will probably confuse some folks. Maybe.

Okay, since my main qualm is with the characters, let’s start with Alva. I like her. She’s not the generic “tough girl who don’t need no man” I was fully prepared to have shoved down my throat. She has some genuinely good moments on her own as well as funny and pleasant interactions with both Jesper and the children of the town and is a fine character. She is jaded and determined, though not to the point of that being her entire personality, and I loved watching her find happiness as the teacher she wanted to be. She is a victim of circumstance that eventually has her environment changed and finds herself changed with it for the better. Her design and personality were very pleasing (to me) to see as well.

However...

Why did she have to be the love interest? Just- why? What warranted her eventually desiring a relationship of any description when she was shown to be more devoted to her position as a teacher- and as a single woman- throughout 90% of the film? This is especially frustrating since it turns almost every scene with her into one that involves Jesper in some way rather than build her as a character outside of this perspective. It takes away from Alva “the character” and instead focuses more on her as Alva “the love interest”. In media stuffed to the rafters in heteronormative relationships, and from those that I’ve seen, as afraid as I was to see it happen I was also prepared to have this aspect of the movie gracelessly thrown into my face. So, as might be expected, I actually groaned out loud when I saw it come to pass. I’m not mad, just... actually that’s a lie I am rather irritated by it, but also just... sad. Very, very sad. Disappointed, you might say. She and Jesper don’t have a lot of interactions showing that this was the obvious outcome. The best I can think that people would draw this conclusion would be a) she’s a woman and he’s a guy and they looked at each other that one time, and b) when he was trying to be charming to wriggle out of her wrath. Also, same scene, I don’t buy that it’s further implied by the boat-guy (I forget his name and can’t find it on IMDB) teasing Jesper over “young love” after she leaves in a huff. He’s not a reliable look into any feelings Jesper might feel towards her since all he’s done up to that point is tease him. It’s not enough, it just isn’t. Not to me.

In regards to her feelings for Jesper, the most I see from her is gratitude. The scene when she’s showing Jesper what he unintentionally did for the town is just that, and as she’s looking at the townsfolk Jesper looks... distressed. This is because he is conflicted about what to do at this point in the story, not necessarily because of any feelings for Alva, but it doesn’t even look like he’s thinking of her- romantically- at all. They don’t share any additional conversation, either; not a single flirtatious joke or anything that would lead me to believe they were bonding. I feel horribly conditioned to see her as the love interest and nothing more because that’s all I’ve ever seen done with a man and woman who only share a single line of dialogue before some narrator is telling me “of course” they got together in the end. Oftentimes, that line of dialogue is in an unpleasant or downright aggressive scenario, and that’s not romance. Seeing it happen over and over and over and over in almost every piece of media I subject myself to makes me want to take a blowtorch to my brain. I’m literally at my wit’s end. If it was more built-up and actually there, then fine, I take it back, but the thing is I hardly saw anything at all in terms of either Jesper or Alva or both of them thinking about each other, wanting to be together as more than just friends, throughout the entire hour and a half of the movie. The most scenes I can say they shared (not counting the ending because I’ll get to that in a bit) are four, with each one being little more than a minute long, two of them being more on the aggressive side, the third being when Alva shows Jesper the new Smeerenburg. Pleasant and humorous, yes, but not inherently romantic (neither of them share more than a glance and Jesper looks pretty preoccupied internally). The fourth is of Alva helping Margu translate what she wants from Klaus for Jesper. When Margu hugs Jesper and he and Alva exchange silent looks, the expression on Alva’s face, to me, says something like “you’re not half bad” and a note of good humor for how he handles children. Just so we’re clear I’m not against her finding happiness with Jesper. I just want it to be warranted. Not narrated.

Oh, but their love for each other is obvious and clearly meant to be from the start, is it? Okay then, show me when Alva says or does something and makes Jesper laugh, or vice-versa. Show me when she thought of him OUTSIDE of simply showing him what he did for everyone and how their hands touched, their gazes met and shy or flirtatious smiles spread across their faces as they drew slightly closer, and how she felt something more than gratitude and impressment for him. Show me when Jesper wanted to do something for her OUTSIDE being the means to a letter-related end. Show me the parts when they pined for each other and how happy seeing the other’s smile made them and how they were happy for each other’s progress and encouraged each other. Show me the parts of the movie where Jesper visited as often as he could manage to squeeze into his busy schedule just to chat. Show me kisses, hand-holding, lingering looks and happy little half-smiles cast from across a crowded courtyard. Maybe they do share something more than friendship, but no matter what I can’t get over how little there was between them to give me the impression it was going to lead to romance. It’s not even subtext, in my opinion.

Do you remember when Jesper’s father came back and it all came out in a part known as “the liar revealed” (a trope I quite hate for the oftentimes needless forced drama it creates, but whatever, for now I’ll let it slide) that he had ulterior motives which, at that point, he no longer had? Alva was the FIRST to turn her back on him in spite of their “lovey-dovey” merry-go-round painting MOMENTS earlier. She didn’t even want to hear out Jesper, who was clearly upset, and jumped straight to accusing him without showing that she was just as upset by the revelation that he could’ve been using her and playing with her feelings. How romantic. Meanwhile, the last one to return inside was Klaus, who was far more saddened and disappointed, leaving slower and leaving Jesper looking the worst, like he was heartbroken by his words- an echo of his own- most of all.

In fact...

Speaking of Klaus, I’d say Jesper is far more attracted to him than to Alva. This movie, while nearly devoid of interactions serving to build romantic chemistry between Jesper and Alva (which it absolutely should’ve if they had the ending be what it was), is littered with moments, wordless and otherwise, between Klaus and Jesper. So let’s go over them. I mean, if you’ve left by now then like I said at the start, I don’t mind. But if it’s alright I’d like to talk about them anyway, because holy holly I love them.

The scenes in question are clearly shown to develop their friendship and only get more romantic from there, and I could run out of breath trying to ramble them off all at once and what it meant to me to see them portrayed in such a beautiful way- artistically as well as in terms of the story.

Fairly early on, we learn that the wind is kind of its own “character”, guiding both Jesper and Klaus to ultimately meet each other as well as bringing them together more than once afterwards, and later on with what we learn about him it’s heavily implied to be the spirit of Klaus’ dearly departed wife. I’d like to think she was trying to tell Klaus to move on and find new love in Jesper and for Jesper to find purpose by Klaus’ side. The instances involving the wind are scattered throughout the film, so this is going to be a bit out of order.

To start, Jesper, while trying to get Klaus to donate his toys to the children of Smeerenburg, doesn’t notice the wind swirling around behind him like it was telling Klaus to follow him even if at the time Jesper’s intentions were selfish. Because he changes. They change each other, and their dynamic progresses so much more naturally, directly and clearly than Jesper and Alva’s.

There’s another scene when it leads Klaus to his workshop, where he opens the door to see a silhouette distinctly meant to parallel his wife- the one he loved- and revealed when he pulls back the cloth to be Jesper- his potential new love.

It’s one of the most explicit scenes enforcing my idea that Klaus’ wife was trying to get him to love again. Anyway, Jesper then excitedly starts going on about his gift and trying to get his mojo back before making an unintentionally big mistake by revealing a painful reminder of Klaus’ wife. A mistake he deeply regrets, mind. Not too long later, Jesper tries working on his own to make Margu’s wish for a boat/sleigh come true. While he works, the shot fades to see Klaus back at his workshop. He sees the picture Jesper drew of them and sighs, giving in and going to see him at the post office [also not to mention the drawing fades with the family shelf thing Klaus made so that’s pretty neat; took me a year to edit this in but hey better late than never]. My favorite scene is Klaus showing up to work on Margu’s present, giving Jesper a tool as well and interrupting Jesper to wordlessly point at the task at hand as if to say “If we work, we work together”. And that spoke to me. More than anything else in the movie and more than I’ve heard from any movie I’ve seen that I can remember. Also, Jesper’s soft, shy, willing smile put the biggest grin on my face. It was the last nail in the sled that made me convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were forming a romantic bond from this moment forward.

Part 2 because this is long:

https://flovey-dovey.tumblr.com/post/189133807093/part-2-of-my-thoughts-on-klaus

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"SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES IN YOU"

Jack and Jill were good childhood friends. Their path crosses at the wide woody and wild forests for the very first time. They became friends since then - they treat each other as a family, not by blood but through souls. They had a lot of ups and downs and memories to cherished together yet after some few struggling years, both completed their studies and went apart and take their own paths.

Jack, once called the good boy, achieved his dream profession. It is one of the most diverse and versatile field at engineering - mechanical engineering. And hell yeah! It was really a once in a lifetime career where he designs power-producing machines as well as power using machines. He became one of the most famous mechanical engineers in New York and it provides him strong annual salaries. Despite of being at the highest peak of success, he just continuously frittered away his life and his fortunes taking up an immoral habit of practices such as alcoholic beverages, cigarettes, drugs and he is also a well-known womanizer committing sexual immorality.

At the other side of the globe, jill worked so hard to be able to put forth effort toward a certain goal. And that is to own a vast hectare good for a farm not just for herself but also for the whole community. The planet needs nutritious and affordable food and that requires thoughtful and intelligent people to grow it – and that’s her! She believes that this world needs someone like her. In the fullness of the time, she set specific goals and standards so she can work out her farm. And in just a month of dedicating lingering, it is sufficiently good, enjoyable and successful to repay her effort, trouble and expenses.

Early in the morning, Jack was awake by a loud snooze from his high-pitched alarm clock telling it is already 7 o’clock in the morning. “Argh! Yeah, I know I know!” He scornfully covered his annoyed face by his malleable squared pillow. “Aish! Could you please give me another five more minutes?” He exclaimed resentfully. He slightly crumpled his eyes while yawning stretching his arms wide open before he turned off his blatant clock. He went back lethargically like he is pulling of his king-sized bed. He lie down once again on his crib but as soon as reach the climax of his fantastic dream, a very rambunctious bang from his door makes him stood and jumped out of his cradle. “Now what?” he said ostensible. “Son! I think you should stand on end now.” It is his dad who summons him on the other side of his bedroom’s entryway. “Come on dad, can you please knock?” he responded annoyingly while scratching his head. “Come on son! It is already 7 o’clock early in the morning. Are you just going to take a load off and fucked up the rest of your day today?” “Yeah, whatever dad!” He no longer waited his dad to counter his immature reply then he shut down the door then started fixing his self for another sunrise-to-sunset working day.

Same time of that busy day, Jill woke up early before daybreak to get ready to grind for another productive day at his hustling farm. She ascertained that she will be doing good today in managing all the works in the land for its maximum fertility. So that, when the crop ripen, they can orderly harvest it by hand, combine or mechanical pickers. “Today is the day to lead and guide ‘em in caring the crops!” She exclaimed. “Good morning Miss J!” greeted by Juan, a young maintenance and repair boy who is responsible for upkeeping the farm. “I did tighten the loose fences.” he reported. He is sharp as tack in many kinds of labor that’s why Jill trusted him so much. “Wow! Job well done, Juan!” she complimented. “Day by day, you’re doing better. Keep it up, kiddo!” She smiled at him then proceed at inset.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU JACK?! YOU’RE NOT GIVIN’ A DAMN TO YOUR WORK ANYMORE!” YOU ARE NOT LIKE THAT BEFORE. YOU WERE ONCE THE MOST SENSIBLE AND WELL ARTISAN BEFORE!” shouted by Jack’s officer-in-charge directly to his frowning face with a sharp glare towards his boss. So obvious that he is suffocated by the scenario. “I apologize but I think you cannot feasible this project anymore. You are fired.” “You can’t do this to me freaking old man.” He rebuttals. “Yeah we can. Why not?” giving him a smirk before walking away from Jack. “Let us see if you will survive that fuckin’ stupid project without me and my power.” he mumbled as he left the company. After he got fired, he recured from life-threatening vices. And that’s how he spent his life. Days, weeks and months had passed and his life is becoming worst until he loathed his continual nonsense practice and decided to have an out of town to take a break to a place with a peaceful ambiance. He immediately packed his things up and started driving.

“How I wish I could be that young good child again.” he bleakly chuckled as he lay down on his bed at vacation house. “Oh well, gonna spend these weeks with a chill.” he sighed and head to nearby coffee shop. “1 Caffè Americano, please. Thank you!” then he handed they payment. “Kindly wait for a moment at this table, sir. Thank you!” and the polite barista guided him to his table. As he sat down while scrolling through his smartphone, he suddenly heard a gleeful voice from the counter. “Good morning, Miss J. I’ve been waiting for my fair-haired customer today!” “HAHAHA, still a facetious young boy. Please give me a Blonde Vanilla Latte.” she replied with an over the moon. “Aye! Aye, Miss!”. Unexpectedly, Jack was surprised to hear the voice, he known it very well. He peeked at the lady waiting at the counter and he is more wonder-stricken to saw who it was. “Jill?!” he exclaimed aloud. “Jack? Its been years! Hey how you doing pal?” giving an expressions of pleasure as she saw and walk towards the directions of Jack. “Oh well hi. You look gorgeous right now. You are no longer that crybaby girl just like the old days.” he responds with an unbelief tone. “Uhm, I am already a mechanical engineer. Didn’t you hear some news and articles about me? I am one of the most popular identity at New York.” he continued. “Ooooh! Cool! Well, here I am. I already owned and managed a farm in this town. Wanna come and take some visit? Guess you’re on a vacay?” said by Jill with a convincing tone. “Farm? What an inferior profession. But, sure! Lemme see your farm.” stating it with full of indignity.

Jack offered a ride on their way to the farm. “So, tell me, what are you doing in a place such as this, your majesty?” he asked while looking directly at the uneven surface of the road. “Oh well, I found my purpose here. I enjoyed here. That’s why I stayed here for good.” respond by Jill without even looking at Jack. “Purpose, eh. What a concept?” “Yeah! Purpose. The reason or feeling of being determined to do or achieve something. If you dig deeper, through that purpose I am capable to make others happy. Spending time as much as possible with them to make this world a better place.” Jill explained with full of hope. “Corny! What we have here in this world is nothing but an unfair system and toxic people around us. You had to trust no one. Because in the end of the day, you only have yourself.” Jack looked at Jill like he knows what’s right. “In the end of the day, it is you who will believe in yourself, in what you have, and in what you can do. Because no one was truly concern about you. It’s you, all by yourself. If I were you, you should take my advice. I’ve been there.” he continued. “Well, I cannot blame you with that. You had a good point anyway. Now tell me, what are you doing in a place like this Mr. Engineer?” A moment of silence enwrapped inside the car between the two. “I’m having a break.” he started. “A break? From what?” inquisition of Jill while sipping on her coffee. “I am on my downfall as of this moment.” obviously averting the dialogue. “Come on, spill it. I can lend an ear, just like the old days back then.” Jack too a deep breath then started to tell the whole story. “It was really a fantasy when I achieved my dream profession, which is to be a mechanical engineer. All my life, I worked hard for it. I spend my whole life for it. Yet, the worst part of here was when I started to lose from track. I used to take vices such as alcoholic beverages, multiple boxes of cigarettes and drugs. I also used to be involved in multiple times of wrong relationship full of immorality. I became a womanizer and a heartbreaker. I no longer find my purpose. It seems that I am living my own selfish ways. Little by little, my life was ruined. And now, I don’t have any idea on how will I started again from the very beginning, on how will I fix everything. And yeah, that’s how my life went.” He narrated hopelessly. “I see. I guess that was really a sad ending. But, you know what, despite of what had happened to you, there’s still hope. I guess you just need to take some time to evaluate yourself and to check something out from those painful experiences. And yeah, you’re right when you told me that at the end of the day, you only have yourself. My tip, take this opportunity to heal, my dear friend. You have to help and lift yourself up. And don’t you worry. I am still here to believe in you. I know you can do that and become the better version of yourself. You just have to be patient and work it out.” Jill recommended believing that she can convinced Jack. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ll try.” “Don’t try, do it.” And again, silence engulf inside the car between them.

Days and weeks had roll down, and Jack follow all the tips and advises of Jill. He started to evaluate his self. Separating right things that gives value to his life and surrendering negative habits that deteriorating his life. He also cut off his connections to those ladies that leads him to sin. Jill helps her to brings out the best in him, finding his purpose and creates a better vision. Then, it started his life to change from nothing to something, from zero to hero, from better to best.

"You know what, dear, sometimes, we don't need to have a luxurious life and luxurious things just to make ourselves happy. I had realized that sometimes, what we really need is someone who will believes in us and respects us. And, thank you for being one, Jill. Because of you, I found my purpose and I had a changed life better than my life before. I know God allowed us to meet again intentionally so that I'll be no longer slave to sin. You are just not a friend, but a family who truly cares. I owe you so much. How can I pay you for this?" Jack asked Jill." Pay it forward, Jack. Just pay it forward. Do to others what I have done to you." and Jill gave her sweetest smile. Few months later after their encounter, Jack went home." Good morning dad! I miss you!" he hugs his dad so tight that seems to be the first time." Dad, I just want to ask for forgiveness for what I have done before. I promise to be better this time. I love you dad!" Then, Mr. Johnson hugged him back, "I am so happy you're back again, son. You're forgiven." After that day, his relationship with his dad was restored and Jack was now back right on track. He spent his life doing the right things, multiplying his self to others. And that's how he made his own legacy.

(Short Story by Claire Montero)

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