#Slipping slowly back into either old habits or a habit they think they need in order to mean something to their family

[astro-b-o-y-d]

"Why don't they just TALK TO EACH OTHER" I was saying this last week about the Stans, and yet here I am: saying it once again about my own writing.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 2]

Everyone sometimes needs that special push- that one good reason- to break out of old shells, walls and habits, and make that change.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

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It's right where he thought it might be.

You're basically drowning in the fabric of his sweater, but he's also never seen you so visibly calm during sleep. He can't even be mad about it- even though he usually does get rather irritated about his own clothes being taken by others.

He hates it. But for some reason, if it's you, he doesn't mind.

In fact, he's got to admit that you look cute like this. "We'll take a small walk to the park with the dog hybrids today. They need their time outside." Hana informs him as he puts the card hanging from the red string around his neck, so staff knows who he is. "They're all ready at the front, so you can go and check in with Yoha." Jungkook furrows his brows.

"What about her?" he asks, pointing to you who's still napping in the corner you're usually found in.

"She doesn't tag along." Hana says, as if he should know that. "She's not mentally fit for trips like that."

"I mean, on paper." Jungkook says, almost scoffing. "But like, did you ask her?"

"No, because she never comes along." She says rather defensively now. "Jungkook please, we know her better than you. Just stay here if you don't want to come along, but don't try and lecture me or anyone else here who's worked with her and other hybrids for years." She scolds.

But it seems like she doesn't know Jungkook.

Walking over to you, he's careful not to touch you, well aware that it could freak you out especially if you're asleep.

Doesn't know you, he scoffs to himself. He knows you better than her it seems, that's for sure.

"Hey." he tries, but you're sleeping too deep. "Hey, puppy. Wake up." he demands again, and now he can notice your ears moving, eyes opening after a few seconds, until his eyes widen at the sigh. You're smiling. Your tail is wagging.

You look genuinely happy.

"Hey there." he says, unable to hide his own smile either. "Hana said we're going to the park. You wanna come along?" he wonders, and he can see for a second that you're hesitating. "It's okay if you don't. No hard feelings. Just thought, you know, I should ask." he adds on, when you slowly sit up, playing with the strings of your sweatpants.

Then, you point at your shoes.

"Oh fuck, yeah, I forgot!" he shoots up, running to his bag where he pulls out another plastic bag, before running back to you. "I bought them a size smaller cause those you have seemed to big, but if you wear like, I don't know, socks or some shit in them they might fit." he explains, before pulling out some slip-in chelsea boots with almost no heel. Your eyes are like dinner plates at the sight. "Would be a good chance to try them out, no?" he wonders, nodding towards the small crowd of dog hybrids at the front, Yoha already counting everyone it seems.

So much for 'she doesn't ever come along', he angrily thinks.

And then, you pull on his sweater to get his attention. "Hm?" he wonders, just for you to hesitantly grab his sleeve. "I'll stay with you if that's what you're scared of. And we can go back at any moment." he reassures.

And that's what seems to make it work for you, because you move to slip into your new boots, before you get up and grab your coat from the hangers close by. He wants to say something to the staff-

But he composes himself, bringing you along to the front where Yoha and Hana already wait.

"Here." Hana says, giving him a yellow reflective.. Leash? "It's mandatory for her. I'm sorry, but without it-"

"Yeah yeah fucking protocol crap, I know." he grumbles more or less to himself, snatching the leash from her hands before he carefully clips it onto your collar. He cringes at the sight, hates it, and he hates it even more that somewhere in the backside of the logical part in his brain, he understands it.

He also comforts himself with the fact that you seem perfectly fine with the arrangement. It gives you a sense of security, equal as if holding onto his hand but without physical contact. You're skittish, still very much scared, but walking close to him seems to calm you down enough to make it work.

He didn't think you'd genuinely play at the park like the others do, and you don't- but that's fine.

The fact that you're here, that you're outside and at least attempting to find your way back into life away from your little bubble you've created shows him that you're not a lost case at all. A bit of work, and you could surely be adopted by someone nice who looks past all those issues. But somehow, the thought of you living with someone else makes him upset.

He knows he's not a good fit for someone like you.

He's talked to his best friend about it the night prior. It's a lot of responsibility already to live with a regular hybrid- but you're special needs. And considering his past mistakes and criminal record, there's simply no way to file for emotional support or therapy assistance.

It's beginning to rain a little, and he throws the hood of his sweater over his head before making sure your jacket is zipped up properly as well- like second nature.

You've noticed this before as well. He looks scary, with his piercings and tattoos and bold body and angry gaze. But he only looks that way. He's like a guard dog for you; a protector, because with him at your side nothing bad will ever happen. He's nice, a bit rough, but always friendly in his own way.

You like him.

Meanwhile Jungkook himself can't see what you see in him.

He's not the right person for you.

Next to him, you're perfectly content with your situation. Your tail is wagging sometimes in shared excitement when the hybrids in sight throw and catch a ball, but you also don't look like you actively want to participate. Watching seems to be more than enough, though you do check in if he's still next to you, tail wagging eagerly when he responds with a short smile your way.

He's not the right person for you, and he knows this.

When you walk back, he can feel your fingers grabbing the edge of his sleeve tightly, weighing his arm down a little. He notices the way his skin brushes against your fingers every now and then- feels how you do not react anymore, at all. There's a small moment of pure bravery, the sight of a road ahead, and the view of every hybrid standing in pairs holding hands that leads you to carefully slip your fingers between his. He quietly responds, holding your cold hand in his warmer one, thumb running circles over the soft back of your palm.

He knows he's not the right person for you.

But he wants to be.

[marsspeedway]

I think Tumblr likes the COLLEGE AU and I love the AUs…. THEN GABRIEL PLAYS THE VIOLIN (the original idea) AND THE KEYBOARD WHY NOT.

The fanfic was inspired by: https://www.tumblr.com/themachine/742337025681850368/happy-friends-day-everybody

If you are willing to read 2725 words of a work in progress about Gabriel and V1 here it is: *English is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes, this is mostly translated with an online translator and some corrections by me.

Gabriel really didn't expect to find some dusty old belongings when he returned to his parents' house for a small family dinner with his mother, his two older brothers and a few other relatives he's not very close to. He didn't expect to find Michael so excited when his mother pointed out that he was in the attic, nor did he expect Michael to have taken most of the items out of the boxes when he got there.

The items were scattered on the floor, a few other boxes and the small folding table they kept there. Most of it was his father's stuff, junk or trash he doesn't care about but knows his mother doesn't have the heart to throw away; not when it's the last memories she has of his father before he disappeared.

Gabriel remembers him: a tall, elegant man, extremely strict and whom he had very little time to be around. Even his brothers, who should have known him better, don't know much about him either.

Now, standing here in the dusty air caused by Michael snooping and rummaging through boxes, Gabriel looks around. The attic is not small although neither is his house so he finds it normal. They keep huge amounts of antiques from his grandparents and even great-grandparents or older ancestors that he has only heard stories about. For example: an old desk that belonged to a writer in his family, one of those huge clocks that he remembers they had for a long time in their living room and that he still remembers jumping out of fright every time it rang, Raphael's old drum set is also lying around dismantled and of course Michael's cello in a corner next to the drums on the floor.

Gabriel looks at them and clearly remembers that these things didn't go there, these used to be in a deeper part of the attic.

"What are you looking at Gabe?"

The young man turned his head when he detected his brother's voice and silently motioned with his head towards the instruments. The man walked over, standing next to Gabriel to look at what he was referring to.

"Ah those old things? Well, I thought I'd take my cello to practice again and Raphael wanted his drums too." Michael explained as he folded his arms and then hummed softly, Gabriel raised an eyebrow under his helmet without turning to look at him. "Just in case you want to know…" Michael said slowly, moving closer to Gabriel to slip an arm around his neck and leaning his weight on him.

This couldn't be good.

"Your keyboard and violin are in the back…" GOD DAMN- "I don't mean you should use them, you know…I was just reminding you in case you want them back or want to do something with them." Michael had to have felt him tense up and he definitely did; the way he gently bumped the sides of their heads together with the slight click of the metal of their helmets touching, the way he stroked his back reassuringly, the way he let him go when he felt Gabriel stir.

"You can get rid of them, you don't have to keep them." The older man reminded him by giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder before releasing him completely. "If you want them go ahead, they're in the back on the left… Call me if you need help with anything, yes?" Michael said as he walked away with Gabriel giving him a simple thumbs up in affirmation mode and drawing a chuckle from Michael as he gently shook his head. Sometimes he wondered where his brother had picked up such quiet habits.

When Gabriel watched Michael disappear down the stairs he turned around, hesitating for a second whether to actually go further into the attic but after a few seconds he decided to do so, sighing and spreading his wings to illuminate the area.

The further he goes in he can see more and more boxes, some sealed with tape and others just closed, others possibly opened by Michael and resting on or at the foot of some rotting furniture.

After poking around a bit Gabriel manages to get to the bottom, catching a somewhat large object that is covered by a dark tarp.

Gabriel swallows.

He reaches over, reaching down to drag the heavy tarp off the object's surface and drop it to the ground, revealing what's underneath: his old keyboard.

Okay, one of two… Where's the other one? Gabriel scans the area with his eyes, settling his attention on an old chair where, on the seat, rests a case now whitish thanks to the accumulated dust. Gabriel reaches over, running a hand over it in an attempt to clean it up a bit though it only spreads it further and decides to leave it alone, picking it up and taking it with him to where the keyboard is.

Gabriel used to love these things, don't get him wrong, but now that he remembers their existence and knows that Michael also knows they are here he doesn't hesitate to have his brother tell his mother about his rediscovery and his plans with his old cello. Gabriel's mother is a bit… intense when it comes to music or dance or waltz or whatever it is she likes.

She had made her 3 children practice ballet, she had rehearsed them for the fancy parties that were organized among the rich families in an attempt to make them gentlemen who knew how to waltz well with the damsels, she had put them in an orchestra and also a choir and of course she had made them attend church. It had been fun for a while; when they could play together and have fun or when they practiced anything whenever. But when Michael and Raphael began to have more duties and obligations they began to drift away; leaving Gabriel alone to face it all.

He danced, played, sang, attended mass every Sunday and was a good student until he too could quit like his brothers.

He remembers the moment when his mother informed him that he could stop his extracurricular activities, he remembers how he simply covered his keyboard and put away his violin for the last time one day and never played them again. He knows the same thing happened to his bible now lying somewhere in the bedroom he shares with V1, abandoned when he stumbled upon the blue machine that slowly pulled him away from the path of God his family had instilled in him to follow.

Ah… V1.

Well, now he no doubt knows someone who will be interested in the instruments. He doesn't plan to give them to them, he still loves them and wants to try them again but surely he can lend them to them if they ask for them. Taking them to them sounds like a good idea since besides cheering up the machine he has for a roommate he can practice and try to de-rust a bit before the recital he is sure his mother will force convince them to do.

Gabriel made a mental note to take them with him tomorrow morning when he went back to his dorm, maybe carrying them there won't be so comfortable but it will certainly be worth it to see V1, his friend, happy.

…

The dinner went well, honestly much better than he expected and he was happy with that. Especially since he managed to avoid all the questions about the church he attended, his schedule or if he had already conquered a lady. Of course he had! But it's different to ask that question than to ask if a lady had conquered him, because certainly hadn't. Not when there was a cerulean machine waiting for him in his apartment… FRIENLY- THEY'RE HIS FRIENDS. HE JUST LIKED THEM.

Anyway… It was good. Certainly much better than the last family dinner they had at Christmas. Gabriel never wants to see Michael angry again, that much is clear to him.

He doesn't remember why they had started fighting because, honestly, he hadn't been paying attention. Gabriel was more interested in eating or thinking about what he would do when he got back to his bedroom, thinking about the gift he had bought for V1 that was now hiding in his closet: a replica gun from a game that V1 had been looking for for some time now and that Gabriel had found in perfect condition at a garage sale. Even packaged and with its 4 coins! With the 'Marksman' in his possession V1 almost completed their collection.

Gabriel felt a little proud to have found it. It's old, he knows that, and he also knows that V1 would love it.

He was so deep in thought at the time that he didn't even notice when the voices around him began to raise and only noticed when a bump on the table made him jump in place and nearly spill the spoonful of mashed potato that was going straight into his mouth.

Ah… Another family situation. Nothing new for the times.

Whatever, the point is that this dinner was better than Christmas. And if you'd like to know: yes, V1 absolutely loved the gift. And Gabriel received a new microphone that he had been wanting to buy for a long time: now he could better record his little audios and attempts at home podcasts.

To commemorate the gift V1 opened it carefully, not wanting to damage anything in the slightest because: 1, it was a collector's item and 2, it was a gift from Gabriel. Instead the microphone was lightly tested, saving the real test for later when V1 received an audio from Gabriel that DEFINITELY tested the capabilities of the device.

V1 saved the audio.

Even if it was a silly audio of Gabriel basically mumbling into the microphone in a seductive, gravelly voice that he would kick their ass if they left a mess in the apartment again.

V1 saved the audio.

And now there was Gabriel, walking across campus in the direction of his shared residence hall with a keyboard under his arm and a violin case in his other hand along with his backpack on his back. It was less uncomfortable than he thought it would be although being a 6 foot tall, heavily muscled guy he doubted he would have much trouble with lifting that amount of weight.

When he found himself in front of the door he thought about knocking and waiting to see if the machine was home in the hope that they would open it for him but when he distinguished the sound of an electric guitar on the other side he considered that it would be better not to disturb them in one of their practices.

He fumbled to pass the violin case to his other hand and used the now free one to rummage in his pants pocket for his keys, snapping them into the lock when he found them and turning it to open the lock. The door opened and he was glad when the old hinge didn't squeak knowing that V1 had oiled it as he had asked.

He walked in closing the door behind him and finding his living room in a much better state than he thought it would be. The cushions were a bit of a mess but other than that everything was in its place: the small coffee table was clean with nothing on it, the bookshelves were still tidy, the couches weren't out of place and there was no junk around.

It was a relief.

The familiar sound of the electric guitar quieted for a moment and left him in total silence as he placed the keyboard on the larger couch and on it he laid the violin case, then as he took off his backpack Gabriel gave a nod and at the same time the guitar restarted loudly as Gabriel knew it would. The angel could easily imagine V1 doing the same as him only in a more passionate way and lost in the frenzy of the song: more intense and violent.

He took off his coat, leaving it hanging on the coat rack in the entryway as he made his way down the hallway humming the guitar melody before catching one of the lyrics and singing it quietly.

Rock hadn't been something he'd listened to much growing up, much less metal but he'd certainly grown fond of it since V1 started showing them to him and unconsciously, or consciously, they had become two of his favorite genres. He would deny it with V1, feigning annoyance when the machine would put music on the speakers or when they played a song he knew but they would quickly catch Gabriel humming softly or bobbing his head to the music but would say nothing about it. They would let it happen and enjoy the company in the moment.

At the end of the hallway was the bathroom and before that were the two rooms of the apartment: one facing the other. The doors matched and Gabriel remembers how more than once they both tried to leave at the same time without being aware of each other's presence and how they bumped into each other. At first they were annoyed, really only Gabriel was, but slowly as their friendship grew they both took it more gracefully; like a little attunement.

They learned each other's schedules so it didn't happen so often. Gabriel gets up first thing, at 5am to shower and take his time in the bathroom, at 5:30 the bathroom is free for V1 to use at 6am when they wake up and when they leave breakfast is prepared and ready on the table: blood and whatever Gabriel is going to eat. At 6:30 the dishes are clean and they both share the bathroom to finish getting ready: V1 wipes the unabsorbed or dried blood off the plating and Gabriel does whatever it is that angels do under that helmet of his. V1 still doesn't understand it, they just know it's like washing his mouth or brushing his teeth or something… Oh, and that Gabriel doesn't take off his helmet… Just like he doesn't take it off to eat.

Peeking through V1's half-open doorframe Gabriel watches them from behind, strumming the strings of their guitar with fervor and excitement as they nod their head before the song ends and thus they too must hit their last note.

The angel leans back against the door and watches fondly as the machine sucks in air and listens as the fans spin in the sudden silence, the machine's chest rises and falls in pseudo breaths in an attempt to keep their components cool after the intense movement and Gabriel laughs softly as he claps his hands, making the machine turn their head in his direction.

"Good job there, that sounds great!" Gabriel complimented as he walked into the room, V1 turning fully around to sign a 'thank you'.

"How was your weekend?" Gabriel asked approaching the robot who already knew his intentions since they saw him walking towards them slightly opening his arms.

"Pretty good. We practiced a lot and made progress on a few songs. How about you?" V1 signed before opening their arms and accepting Gabriel between them, letting themselves be squeezed by the strong angel in front of them.

"I'm glad you had a good time." Gabriel murmured sweetly, slouching down and resting his chin on the machine's shoulder. "A good family dinner, you know how they usually are…" Gabriel whispered soothingly, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the affection and feel of the metal of V1's arms around him.

"I also have something to show you." Gabriel hummed, pulling away and placing his hands on V1's shoulders. At the man's words the robot perked up, pulling away from him to bounce in place with excitement and curiosity, drawing a chuckle from Gabriel.

"Come, follow me." He said, sliding his hand down his companion's arm and taking their hand before leading them out of the room. V1 didn't complain, this had been something Gabriel had been doing unconsciously for the past few weeks and V1 found it harmless, almost cute if not charming.

[zaurae]

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

First off, giving up an old bad habit is difficult, that I know; however, it is not impossible. I've had a lot of difficulties in my life where I repeated the same habit over and over again and I thought for me I would never overcome them. But you know what changed? trying. I tried my best every day and even if I failed, I slowly accepted that I am not perfect and I am only human. That is who we are, and that is why Allah the Almighty is so merciful, because Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala himself knows we humans will slip up and fall. But listen, it's not impossible and as annoying as it is, as long as you keep trying, keep having that good intentions of becoming better and to do better; trust me those habits will be history.

Whenever we do something for the sake of our lord, everything works out, everything clicks together. These habits you have won't be vanished for one day of course, or a week, it's a process--a journey that we all need to accept. Think of it as a fitness journey, you won't get fit in one day. These things take time and after feeling so negative about myself I realized as long as you try, asking Allah for help, and doing the most you can--it is possible.

I hope these tips do help you, and everyone is different as everyone has different struggles and bad habits. These will either help you or guide you to overcome those habits in your own way. May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala make it easy for us.

⤑ 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛

I have seen a video of someone asking a scholar why do I still commit these bad deeds/habits if I am performing my five daily prayers? and the answer to this was the quality of your namaz. Do you rush into prayer, are you zoning out, are you not on time for namaz, and etc.

There is of course a lot to this but the quality of your namaz and how much time you spend with our lord does affect our hearts.

One of many ways to re-connect with our lord to become better with our daily prayers are:

Performing your prayers on time (I understand how our laziness could get in the way or how we are so into whatever we were doing before and cannot detach ourselves from this but, a quote I read and did help me at times like this was "Put your time and effort to Allah, and Allah will put his time and effort to you too.")

Recite a dua/surah after your namaz (Ayetel kursi, a repentance dua, La ilaha illallah, wahdahu la sharika lahu, lahul-mulku wa lahul hamdu, yuhyi wa yumitu, wa huwa ala kulli shay'in qadir, and etc.)

Perform your wudhu 15-10 minutes earlier (Let me tell you when I did this it was so effective. When you perform wudhu earlier, you are in a clear-minded state and are purified. Along with you being on time for namaz, this additionally helps you become more focused during namaz)

Perform Dhikr (Subhanallah, Alhamdullilah, Astaghfirullah, La illaha illallah, Allahu Akbar)

Learn the meaning of what you are reciting (When you learn and understand the meaning of the surah/dua's you are reciting, being focused becomes easier and the connection becomes stronger)

⤑ 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Create distractions for yourself to not commit those deeds/habits!

Do what you love and enjoy (Go back to those hobbies you used to enjoy! or hang out with your friends and family.)

Educate yourself (Look up interesting things; Learn something new; Watch an islamic podcast)

Get to work (If you have any outstanding work or homework, get straight to it.)

Learn a new surah (Let's say you REALLY have nothing else to do, then what better way to spend that time in something worthy--learning a surah!)

Go outside and enjoy nature!

⤑ 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

Along with giving up those bad habits, create new good habits to incorporate in your day-to-day life!

Each day, add something in your routine--even if its small! For instance, get back to that skin care routine you were so lazy to do; or go on that walk you kept saying later to; or even folding your clothes and organizing your closet. Each time you add a good habit to do, you become distracted to those bad habits, have less time do commit them, and on the long run you are creating habits for a better difference!

With this in mind, please do not do everything at once. To prevent a negative on-going cycle, just like that book "Atomic Habits" said, that "If you can get 1% better each day for one year, you'll end up with 37 times better by the time you're done."

A habit to always include and progress even more is repentance! Recite and repeat Astaghfirullah; Ya Gaffar and Ya Gafoor; as well as the repentance surah's! Before doing anything, always say Bismillah and whether you're doing chores or scrolling on your phone, always say Astaghfirullah. This helps you be more aware of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala!

And lastly, remember you can do it!

: ̗̀➛ Allahumma musarrifal-qulubi, sarrif qulubana 'ala ta'atika

O Allah! Controller of the hearts, direct our hearts to Your obedience.

[koostarcandy]

nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!

summary: "she's a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"

pairing: student!jungkook x student!fem!reader

genre: fluff, mentions of smut, koo is a music major here hence the banner :)

wc: 1.8k

a/n: there was an anonie who wanted a song fic based on into you so i combined that and my new playlist i've been obsessed with! also im abit obsessed with writing a whipped male lead ;)) oktyilybye <3

"are you out of your mind? it's not nausea, you fool, it's called being in love."

"love? like l-o-v-e love or what you and taehyungie hyung do everyday?"

jimin has half a mind to punch the innocent doe-eyed face infront of him, who's slightly trembling because of a text he got a few moments back. and left it on read.

"you idiot, reply to her quickly or she's gonna think you fainted again!"

jungkook scrambles for his phone, tossing aside the controller to goodness knows where. "i will see you, no, i will pick you up and we will go for boba together tomorrow. with a heart, duh." he says what he types out loud, a habit he developed along with your blossoming relationship. either his namjoon hyung would be there to correct his grammar which he would've made a ton of mistakes in his eagerness to reply to you or he would be batshit scared if he sent something which may or may not upset you, very slightly. hence why jimin is there, who is nursing his empty can of beer, wishing he had something stronger, because he doesn't remember signing up for this clownery, just for dance club.

"jungkookie?" jimin calls him sweetly, a fond expression growing on his face when he looks at his best friend's lovesick smile.

"yes, hyung? is it my hair again? i didn't put too much serum this time, right?" jungkook has registered that tone of voice in his head under the category of "uh-oh. something isn't right."

"when you and your, uh, lover move in, do you expect me to do the same with you both?"

"why are you moving? did the landlord raise the rent here too? do you want me to knock some sense into him? people are acting crazy now, don't they know broke college students actually exist?"

"no, kookie," jimin giggles, "you always need one of us around when you're doing anything remotely concerning her. like what we were talking about before, maybe you should tell her, no? save yourself the heartbreak and whatnot."

jungkook's thighs which were shaking in excitement slowly cease. he's way too familiar with that concept, always hoping and praying and wishing that isn't the case with you. he likes you too much that he can't imagine his future without you. somewhere, in his rose-tinted dreams and in a perfect house, you're growing old with him, laughing at something silly he said. in the 2 years he's known you, he was lucky enough for you to like him back, getting giddy again when he remembers you asking him on a date quietly in the middle of class, fingers intertwined with his tightly when he whispered an excited "yes!", not caring if he garnered a few concerned and judgemental looks.

"don't think about it too much, little one," jimin pats his head and pecs, throwing the can into the bin. "go home and worry about the outfit you're wearing tomorrow 'cause lord knows you've pulled all-nighters for that one."

"you look so pretty right now, i'm actually jealous, koo."

jungkook thinks you're more beautiful and more pretty but he's too tired to argue now. the golden rays are hitting the both of you just right, golden hour living upto it's name. your warm skin against his cold one raises goosebumps, wondering if you can hear his heartbeat from the close proximity. you shift from your position on his chest to propping yourself up on your elbows, the duvet slipping from your bare shoulders.

"your hand goes down any further and i'm yeeting you out of this bed, my love." you threaten jungkook half-heartedly, referring to the wandering hand on the small of your back, inching towards your hip chain.

"you couldn't get one more out of me even if you tried your very best, darling." he says, leaning his head back on the new pillow you bought with an infatuated smile, throwing a tattooed hand over his eyes.

"is that a challenge, jeon?" you tease, fingers playing with the thing string of sliver around his neck, matching pendants with your bracelet. you let the magnetic pendants do it's job, looking at the pretty heart stuck together with a solicitous gaze. "looks adorable, doesn't it?" you praise his choice, reluctantly pulling away to place an indulgent kiss on his sternum.

you had all but jumped on him when he had come early to pick you up, in your favourite jacket and his ripped jeans, kissing him all over his face, claiming you missed his cute dumbass. that compliment ensued scattered clothes on the floor, needy lips trying to convey so many emotions fervently.

you're now tracing impatient shapes on his chest, your quickly shifting mood and pouty lips hinting that you're hungry. it's currently 2.45 pm on a sunday, but honestly, who cares? jungkook has the love of his life wrapped around him and is practically on cloud 9. he could literally-

"did you just say love of your life?"

jungkook shoots up, suddenly sitting up and looking at your blinking face, rubbing your eyes for some reason.

"what did you say?"

"i thought you were sleep talking again but it seems like it wasn't," you mumble, looking away from him. this is it, this is where the sky comes falling, pigs are flying, hell is freezing and-

"you're so annoying, i wanted to tell you that first!"

you're close to tears, frustrated for some reason. he takes in your messy hair and swollen lips, courtesy of him of course. you're glaring at him, like he just stuck his tongue out at you and he told you that he finished the last of the raspberry cheesecake in your fridge. "oh thank god," jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, strong arms pulling you to his lap and kissing your lips repeatedly. he's acting like he's come back from war, holding you so close and so tight.

"what? why would you say that? is this some big set up so you can finally ask me to move in with you so you can quote, unquote save money and electricity?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed cutely that he can't help but place the sweetest of kisses on your forehead, smoothing the creased lines.

"let's save money and electricity, i've had enough of you complaining of inflation along with jiminie hyung."

"you're just ditching your hyungie, my precious roommate, just like that?"

ah, so that's why jimin asked. so much for him being concerned about his love life. "we'll think about the technicalities later," jungkook says cheekily, chasing your lips and holding your face between his large hands.

"that's cool and all but can i get off you now? koo junior seems to want attention now."

"you know, some of us are very painfully single here," yoongi comments, staring at jungkook over his simple lunch of kimbap and iced americano. "so, the lyrics sound good?" jungkook smiles, stealing a bite of veggie kimbap.

"you're whipped, man, you've written these lyrics in record time. the last time this happened you were crying on our shoulders, telling us you love us all so, so, so, so-"

"okay, i think the point has come across, hyung." jungkook shudders at the thought, vividly recollecting the time he got drunk with his friends for the first time, dragging them all to their shared studio so he could showcase his latest assignment.

"you must really like her alot, huh?" yoongi comments off-handedly, secretly trying out a theory that taehyung had put out. one mention of you had jungkook's irises turn into pink hearts, his hands quickly taking his phone to show pictures of your latest date.

"i'm sure like is a understatement at this point, hyung," the said whipped man says sagely, like he's preaching to an attentive crowd of 100.

"oh god, here we go-"

an elmo-like laugh resonates in the small spaced studio, jungkook anyway going on a joyful rant about you. it can be seen in his lyrics, the way his eyes light up like you're his most precious person (and you are, no doubt), how he sincerely writes love poems for you and how he loves seeing your face light up when it shows randomly in one of your notebooks, happily tucking it away in a file you've saved especially for his letters.

"its like I can finally relate to those poems namjoon hyung reads to us sometimes you know?"

"mhmm.."

"and every one of iu's love songs is suddenly right and the universe finally makes sense and-"

"uh huh?"

"she's like a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"

"wow."

"whatcha upto, handsome? too busy to spare some time for your hungry roommate?"

jungkook glances at the time from the digital clock, glaring 12.30 am. he stretches and breaks his finger knuckles, legs moving towards you on a mind of it's own. you're wearing one of his many oversized shirts, a white one this time, big but it seems to fit you just right.

"why are you still up, baby?" he asks, arms around you immediately. "i'm hungry, koo," you say again, "was waiting for you so we can order some snacks and watch hotel del luna again," you mumble against his chest, your hands rubbing his tense back. "let's go then," he grabs his phone and throws you over his shoulder effortlessly, nonchalantly saying it's been awhile since you've had spicy tteokbokki and bingsu. you stumble when he puts you down, unfazed when you're voicing out that you both can't eat spicy food at night anymore, as if the last time that happened wasn't scarring enough.

you kiss his cheek, reminding him to save his work and that you'll get everything ready in a jiffy. jungkook all but zooms to the bedroom, already eager to get back to you. he chuckles at the title on his screen, knowing that "nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!" is going to be the best birthday gift you've ever gotten.

he finds you sipping away on a cranberry breezer, can of chilled beer waiting for him. your eyes are enraptured by jang manwol and her beauty, instinctively leaning on him when he's settled next to you.

it's like a satisfying puzzle, feeling all the pieces click easy when he's with you. in your shared abode, huddled up and in your own cosy bubble, away from the world. hands easily finding their way around your bodies. synchronized laughing at a clever comment passed by the male lead. jungkook feels like this is one of those moments he would write about in a song later or write in one of your weekly love letters. you're the definition of right person at the right time, knowing that if you both were in a rundown apartment or in one of the biggest bungalows ever, you'll still love him the same.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @astronaut-jin-moon ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference

[vanillaxoshi]

Elements Seperated - Human form not (really) needed

It’s nice, Gempa thinks, waking up to the warmth of your family, feeling their presence, knowing they’re all here. Safe and sound, but he needs to get up. Slowly not to wake his siblings, the earth spirit made his way out from under the blanket to welcome a new day. He glances at the clock on the table. It’s still early in the morning.

And it seems his older brother already got up too. Old habits die hard huh?

Slipping off the bed, Gempa’s form shift and changes. There’s no need for a detailed human form right away, just whatever will let them function. Both spirits ended up just looking like vaguely humanoid constructs decorated by their elements, but nobody will mind.

“Mrgh… Guys?”

Their master, Boboiboy asked in his sleepy morning voice. He must have woken up because of their absence.

“Yes, we’re here Ori” Gempa touched his forehead against Boboiboy’s, shards of mineral gently brushing Boboiboy’s bed hair out of his face.

“What day is it?”

“It’s a Sunday. You can sleep in if you want”

Boboiboy looks at his current state, surrounded by the still asleep orb elementals, chuckling.

“Yeah, I think I’ll have to be in bed for a bit”

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”

A look in the fridge tells him he’ll probably need to go grocery shopping today, but for now, this is plenty ingredients for both breakfast and lunch, there are also leftovers from yesterday.

At the kitchen area, he spots Hali opening the cupboard with a limb made of red lightning, bringing out a bag of coffee instead of cocoa.

“Coffee?”

Gempa nods. He usually prefers tea but coffee doesn’t sound half bad this morning. The lightning spirit hits a few buttons, and got the coffee machine working. The delightful smell spreads throughout the house, successfully rousing another of their sibling out of sleep.

“Good morning you glorified chandelier”

“Good morning to you too, Hymenopus Coronatus”

No, Solar didn’t cast a spell on Hali. The two are simply calling each other by what they look like now. Gempa goes back to cooking after saying his own good morning to the spirit of light, seeing no reason to worry about a fight.

“I smelled coffee”

“Yeah, making some right now. Want any?”

“Obviously”

The sudden increase in lighting for a brief moment tells huge spirit of earth that Solar just had his coffee.

A warm beverage goes well with this peaceful morning, Gempa thought, as one of his arms brought the cup to his ‘mouth’. Just this finishing touch and breakfast should be ready. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, he could hear the fastest game of rock paper scissors ever happen, and Solar walking towards the door.

It’s natural one would prefer nice home cooked meals over rations, and Fang certainly isn’t the best chef, so eating at Tok Aba and Boboiboy’s house it is then. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, it’s embarrassing. He can give a compliment when it’s due though and it shall be expressed in actions.

But either he misremembered, or something bad has happened, as the one who opened the door… Whoever it is definitely isn’t human. A body made of light with no discernible features save for limbs, hands with blackened tips, and worst of all is their head. It was like one of those ‘biblically accurate angels’ he was shown by Gopal once, golden rings intertwined together, covered in silver eyes and mystical patterns. In the middle of it all, is a white dwarf.

It took Fang a few seconds to process what in the name of stars he just saw, but he reached for the door handle and pushes it back.

“My apologies, it seems I’ve gotten the wrong house-“ the alien said as politely as possible, while frantically trying to close the door.

“Wait a minute- Child it is I- Wait no, Fang it’s me, Solar!” The light spirit was also frantically trying to convince Fang it’s him, while keeping the door open.

Breakfast was nice, but Fang wished he had a warning about the elementals not bothering to look human today.

“Please, transform properly before opening the door?”

“Sorry about that. You know caffeine has no effect on us”

The purple haired alien could only sigh and bury his head in his hands. Now he knows why all those ancient civilizations were so spooked by the elementals

- By your pal, SP Anon

Drew the scenarios :)))

[sitp-recs]

Liv!! Idk if your age gap anon got back to you but I’ll take any age gap fics you have 👀

Hi Danni! I haven’t heard back from them but your wish is my command 😌💜 since I already did rec lists for some age gap ships like Dralbus and Scarry, I’ve decided to make this one about the age difference element itself (Daddy kink, loss of virginity, teacher/student dynamic etc etc) if that makes sense? Happy Friday everyone!

Drarry:

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Not Nineteen Forever by @sorrybutblog (E, 6k)

A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Just a Matter of Time by @gracerene (E, 23k)

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past.

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 (E, 36k)

Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter's life gets very complicated.

Rare pair:

Rise and Shine by tamlane (E, 2.5k) - Hermione/Teddy

It’s too early to fight off Teddy Lupin’s wandering hands. Not that Hermione tries very hard any other time of the day.

Beneath a Foreign Moon by @lqtraintracks (E, 2.7k) - Harry/Teddy

Harry visits Teddy in the middle of the night.

Getting Hard by Snegurochka (E, 3.3k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius always preferred to do it now, now, and then maybe again in twenty minutes, but Harry took forever. Slowly, though, Scorpius is beginning to see the appeal of being patient.

Slip Free of My Grasp by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Sirius

I don't want to be bad for him. I want to do bad things and still be, somehow, inexplicably, good.

Simple As It Is, Complicated As You Need by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Teddy

It's not something they do often, this whole 'Daddy' thing. But to be fair, they don't even have regular sex as often as Teddy would like either. It's not as though they've even admitted they're doing anything.

A Carnival Mirror by secretsalex (E, 3.4k) - Draco/Albus

Albus Severus is nothing like his father. It’s all those differences that Draco can’t stop thinking about.

Mothering Sunday by pauraque (T, 3.6k) - Astoria/Narcissa

Narcissa always wanted a little girl of her own, and Astoria never really had a proper Mum. Together they build something that neither of them ever knew was possible.

Home for the Holidays by @gracerene (E, 4k) - Charlie/James

Charlie was expecting a normal holiday season at home, surrounded by food, laughter, and the warm embrace of family. He didn't count on James taking that last bit quite so literally.

A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (E, 7k) - Draco/Albus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

The Moral Dilemma of Sharing by carpemermaid (E, 7.7k) - Draco/Harry/Scorpius

After a handful of coincidental run-ins and a half-joking suggestion Draco and Scorpius had formed the habit of cruising together for wizards to pull on the weekends.

To Me You Are the Sea by marguerite_26 (E, 8.5k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) by @writcraft (E, 10k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Unguarded by birdsofshore (E, 15k) - Draco/Albus

Staying with Scorpius for the first time proves to be more eventful than Albus expected, right from the moment when he walks in on Mr Malfoy shaving.

Team Players by @shiftylinguini (E, 15k) - Teddy/James, Oliver/James

Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. But lucky for James, Teddy is a team player―well, he probably is, especially with what James is suggesting.

Possibly, Maybe by Curlee_Cue (E, 72k) - Harry/Scorpius

“A hand carefully brushed Scorpius’ hair out of his eyes and turned his head to face his rescuer. And of course, who else would it be, but Harry Potter? Once just an abstract legend, now his very own personal saviour.”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Oh boy. I feel relief and anxious about what happened with sams Sun and Moon.

I'm glad Moon was able to express himself clearly about what happened and how it made him feel.

Although I have my doubts that Sun actually understands. He has the unfortunate habit of being stuck in his cycle of fear and hate that it's like a permanent scarred path within his psyche. The only person that was able to pull Sun out of this path was Earth, but only if she's around. Otherwise, Sun just slips back in again. I do wonder if Moon even realizes this is what is happening to Sun?

I agree.

There are also things Moon needs to realize. While true, it's not fair of Sun to look at him and see the old Moon...you can't blame Sun for that, either. Not when he hasn't had a real chance to grieve. The old Moon is essentially dead and Sun is slowly beginning to accept that, but it isn't enough. Not with everything else happening.

I do think a bit of breathing room between them will do some good; both are too heated to talk and need space.

But I can't help but wonder if this will just lead to more hallucinations on Sun's end.

And maybe Computer will tell Moon more about how the old him used to be, and help him understand Sun's thought process.

[mossyscavern]

Old language habits.

_____________

Sam felt lighter then air this evening.

Waking up to the smell of burning candles is something he’ll have to get used to, but he doesn’t really care about that right now.

He sat up from the ground he was sleeping on and yawned, stretched his limbs and stood up before starting to climb out from the well his restless spirit rests until nightfall.

By the time he got out of the dried up well he immediately went to the unmarked grave yard to say hello to the only people he can talk to. The weavers siblings.

At first he didn’t think he’d ever get used to them, but after some months? He did and it didn’t seem that bad anymore. When he saw the siblings chatting away about who knows what, he greeted them like he normally does… except-.

“Buenos dias-.”

He says before slapping his hand against his mouth. Each weaver turned towards Sam with either a confused look or a shocked expression on their face. Sam gulped, chuckling a bit as he played it off as it was nothing.

“S-sorry, force of habit.” Was all he said before dashing out of there like he was being chased all over again, minus the candle… and being alive.

By the time he went back into the well, he was frantically panicking. ‘What the hell was that?!’ He thought, panicking and pacing all over again. Sometimes he wished he’d never speak his familial language.

But it’s a language he grew up with because of his abuela… and he just said ‘good morning’ in Spanish in front of 5 siblings from the 1920’s. ‘Why! Why! Why!!’ He thought, pacing around in a circle. “Why the hell did I let it slip!”

And just like that, he decided to try not to speak his native tongue…

Easier said then done when you’re frustrated. “¿Cómo es el amigo de este Duncan?” Sam wondered, mumbling to himself while shaking his head. “What?” Sam’s eyes widened at the response.

He slowly turned his head to see Tom, tilting his head to the side. “N-nothing! Just talking to myself.” He stammered, hoping he doesn’t need to explain what he said. “Oh, ok then…” Tom said, turning away from the redhead.

When Sam was about to do the same, Travis said something… and Sam just snapped.

“To be honest, summoning you five was the best thing to ever happen before dying.” “¡¿Él hizo qué?! ¡¿Este idiota hizo qué?!”

Sam yelled, completely ignoring his own English dialect. “¡¿que estabas pensando, Meterme con los no-muertos?! ¡¿De verdad?!” He yelled at Travis, completely upset that Travis messed with something he shouldn’t have.

And with every word Sam says in his grandmother’s native tongue, Travis looks more nervous as he backs away into the old couch. After a few swears at Travis and calling him an idiot Sam took a deep breath and left.

“I Really need some space.” Sam said, slipping back into English and walked off, leaving the weavers confused and Travis shaking.

‘… slipped in my grandma’s language again.’ He thought, mentally face palm at himself for doing that. ‘Welp, now they know… fantastic.’

He sighs, climbing back down the well, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be down there for.. but he knows it’s for a long long time. He stretched his limbs and yawned. ‘Wow, yelling in my family’s language took a lot out of me.’

He thought to himself as he lay down and let sleep over-came him.

_____________

I was actually planning this before hand..

but was a little nervous because I didn’t know much about Spanish… only the easy ones I’ve known from watching Dora, some things I learned from fanfic where a character speaks Spanish… most of it was also google translate-.

Then I got inspired by a post made by @lorinstella who talk about how the weaver fandom didn’t really have an ethnic, racial… nationality and some representation so… I thought I’d finally post this after so long…

(I don’t think I did the language justice.)

[sofiiel]

Dial Tone Ch.2 | One Last Look

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It's been two and a half weeks, one week of awkward passing in the hallways, stopping by each other's lockers out of habit, attempts at conversations that feel so strained that they usually end up with one of you offering to walk away. That good old 'it never happened', tactic.

It's a slow knife, that reopens a wound trying to build scar tissue.

But it's coming to a halt, Eddie no longer looks at you from across the lunchroom, you no longer feel his gaze burning a hole into the back of your head in class. You miss that deadpan stare, "but at least he isn't hurting too much anymore. At least one of us is on the mend." You think as you stuff your belongings into your locker.

You, however, were driven right into the office of the school guidance counselor, something you never thought you'd need again. Therapy, but here it was again, and it was your saving grace for peace of mind.

"Hey Y/n,"

Turning around, she offered a tired smile to Mike and Lucas. "Um," Lucas murmurs as he and Mike glance at each other. "We were wondering if you were going to be at the pep rally today." Mike asked.

"I...wasn't" You admit. You'd planned on ditching, why? Because you knew who'd there. Maybe not for long but he'd be there for sure if only to get a glimpse of her, she was quickly falling back into the place she held in middle school.

You didn't mind, but you couldn't watch it.

Mike and Lucas looked at each other again. "Oh," was all they could say. You gave your head a shake as another one of their parent trap style plans had fallen through before it had a chance to start.

"Listen, guys, it makes happy and all sentimental that you two want Eddie and I back together. That you care so much. It's just...not in the cards. We're both ok with that." You explain.

Lucas opens his mouth wide to protest, only to have Mike's hand cover his mouth. "Alright, well, we tried, right Lucas?" Mike asked. Lucas looked at his friend in confusion.

"I'll see you guys around." You say with a wave goodbye, heading up the hall.

"What?" Lucas asked Mike. "Eddie's not ok with it." He added. "Yeah, but she/he is, Eddie's....dealing with it. You can't force people on each other." Mike said.

"It's not forcing them on each other if they both want it, She/he's clearly faking and miserable." Lucas reasoned. "And Eddie's turned into a grump, He went from supporting me joining the team to trowing a tantrum when practice makes me late." Lucas added.

"It's because it cuts into campaign time." Mike said with a shrug.

"It's because, Y/n missed so many days before the break-up, and he misses them. He's lashing out and everyone else." Lucas shot.

Mike shook his head, "give Eddie a break, he won't be like this forever. You understand, just look at you and Max." Mike said.

"Yeah, I understand. That's how I know they aren't ok, either of them." Lucas sighed.

" Go support your tigers! Pep Rally! To the gym, everyone!" A teacher called out behind them. The two boys glanced at each other and turned around.

Eddie lingered in the shadows of the bleachers, leaning against the metal rows of uncomfortable seating, his fought a smile as he watched Chrissy lead the Hawkins cheer team through their routine. The bright smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye was infectious.

With a silent sigh, he leaned his head against the stands, finally smiling to himself.

Curiosity then prickled at his core, standing on his tip toes he peaked at the stands. "Is she/he here?" He found himself wondering. He searched the sea of faces, but did not find the one he was looking for.

Eddie slowly lowered himself to stand flat, his gaze on the floor. Taking one more glance at Chrissy, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and slipped out of the Gym.

Somewhere inside there was a small hope that you'd show up, that at some point through the day he would have the chance to pluck up the courage to invite you to the final night of the campaign.

"It just won't be the same without her/him." Eddie thought, heading towards his friends as they gathered by Gareth's locker.

"It feels like I'm suffocating some days." You confess as you sit in the chair of Ms. Kelly's office.

"I want to put Hawkins behind me, n-not those who matter. Just the bad. My grades have improved a lot, but I'm exhausted all the time. All I do is work and study. I know it's what killed my relationship, and I know I'm probably way too driven lately. But every year in this place scares me silly." you ramble.

"Y/n," Ms. Kelly calls out to you in a quiet grounding voice.

You look up at her, "Breath." she reminds you.

You exhale and murmur, "thanks."

"Have you tried working on time management?" Ms. Kelly asked. You give a nod, "I'm trying to, I bought a day planner recently, but it's already full." you admit.

Ms. Kelly wrote notes down in a book as she nodded. "And have you spoken to Eddie lately?" She asked.

You look away, "no." the words fall out feebly.

"You can't keep avoiding him. It's clear it's effecting your focus and likely why you're over working yourself." Ms. Kelly reasoned.

"Watch me try. It's just awkward and painful. It's actually probably better that we haven't talked. I'm ok." You say quickly.

There's a hesitant knock at the door. "Next week, same time." Ms. Kelly said. You gave her a knock and opened the door. Max squinting up at you, you vaguely knew each other through the boys of Hellfire.

You knew of her brother. She seemed surprise to see you leave the office. "Ms. Kelly's all yours." You say, stepping out of Max's way and heading down the hall.

"Hey! Y/n!" Jeff's voice calls out to you. You could hear his feet break into a jog behind you. You bring your steps to a slow and let him catch up.

"Jeff?" you question, the boys of Corroded hadn't had much to say to you in the past few days. "I know If you tell anyone I came to you, they'll chew me out." Jeff warned.

"But tonight's the last night of the campaign. I know you aren't in it anymore, but if you wanted you know...closure,"

You arch a brow.

"I mean for the story, plot closure." Jeff quickly elaborated, "you could come by. Listen in." He offered.

You suck in your lips, something inside wanted to go, more than anything. "I um... I have work." you whisper. Jeff studied your face. "He'd be ok with it, you know." He pushed.

"No he wouldn't" You say with a shake of your head and a smile. "But thanks." You turn and head for your locker.

Opening the door, you stick your head inside and release a frustrate sigh. "This would be easier if people would let me try and move on." You think.

"U-um.....Y/n....right?" a timid voice called.

You froze, "you've got to be kidding." your mind screams. Taking in a deep breath, you carefully close the door and turn to face Chrissy with a smile.

"I, I know we don't really talk, but." She stammered, offering a nervous smile. "I remember this one time in Junior High we were study partners and we, we raised that egg baby for Mr. McFarren's class." She said.

You snickered faintly, "yeah, we dropped it during the presentation, and yoke went everywhere." You say. Her smile brightens, "it was all over our shoes, and we had to clean the carpet after school." she went on happily.

Chrissy Cunningham was one of those people who got along with everybody. A queen loved by all of her subjects simply because she carried herself like one of them.

"What can I help you with?" You ask her with a nod. Chrissy glanced around, "well you're dating Eddie Munson right?" she asked. "I used to be, not anymore." You strain, the words are harder to say out loud.

Sensing the pain Chrissy looked at you with sympathetic eyes, "oh, I'm sorry, then- nevermind I can ask Gareth or-" she said, you give a shake of your head.

"Ms. Kelly says I should talk to him anyway, so it's fine. What do you need?" you sigh.

Chrissy glanced around again and leaned in whispering behind her hand, "does he still....you know, sell...stuff."

You can't help but chuckle, "stuff?" you teased, Chrissy blushed slightly in embarrassment. "Yes, he does. Is that what you need? You want me to set up a deal?" You ask.

"Ugh, saying it like that." Chrissy groaned. "Don't sweat it, you'll get no judgement from me," you say, reaching into your pocket and revealing a roach clip containing a blunt smoked to the nub. "It's lasted me a week, though. Cutting back." You hum.

Chrissy gave a nod, "please, if it's not too much trouble?" Chrissy asked.

You give a nod, "leave it to me." you say, before heading off to lunch.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Just sending her right off too him. But maybe....it'll help him somehow." You ponder on your way.

A text book sits off to the side of your lunch bag, and your hand flickers with a pen as you widdle down a homework assignment in advance.

These past weeks, school and work have been your life. You've thrown yourself into it and on the bad days, you break into what's left of your weed stash even if it reminds you of him.

Your ears burn as you hear the members of Hellfire chatting at their usual table. The bitterly sweet sound slips a smile onto your face despite yourself.

"Ugh, have you seen the new article?" Jeff asked, passing the magazine to Eddie, who quickly buried his face in it, he gave it a quick glance over and then scoffed. "Oh this is good, they're really trying this time boys, listen." He said. Before reciting the article out loud.

Eddie scoffed, "psychologists are concerned, tell that to my ex" he said.

"Nope still stings." Eddie thought, mentally kicking himself.

"She/he loves, the shit, even if they've temporarily lost their mind and forgot how much." Eddie rambled in a mutter. He needed another distraction, the article served a very short purpose, and it was taking everything in him not to look your way again.

Luckily, Mike and Dustin walked up just in time.

"You're going to have to get up at some point and ask Eddie to meet Chrissy. Just go over there and tell him you need to talk to him." You tell yourself in your head.

"or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!"

You hear Eddie's voice echo through the lunchroom, and it instantly draws your eye to his table. Of which he was standing on top of, with the stance of a peacock that usually came after a strut you knew well.

A smile came to your face, and you quickly tried to hide it as for a moment he looked your way. Lowering your head back down, you got down a note and fold it up quickly. Packing away your lunch and taking up your book and notes, you get to your feet.

"Ok, it's no different from talking to Jeff or the minis. Just walk up and hand him the note. Simple." You silently try to motivate yourself.

But you're lost in watching Eddie as he continued to rave and annoy Jason and the team. "It's forced conforming," he said, and a pang of guilt surged through you as you remembered your last conversation with him, "that's what killing the kids!" he shouted, leaping down from the table.

You shake your head and sigh as he bows, stepping to make way for two of the cheer team. You can feel your heart fluttering, "don't go doing that." you think to it. Drawing in a deep breath to head over to him.

Eddie's smile fades as he sees you approach. He can feel his heart thundering and his pulse race. "She/he's coming over." his mind shouted as he tried his best to remain calm.

Briefly stopping near him, you hold out the folded note between two fingers. His eyes lock into yours, before slowly looking down at the note. "She/he's so close I can smell the Yardley soap." Eddie thought as he wordlessly took the note from you, his fingers brushing against yours nearly popped your lungs as you drew in a quiet breath.

Your feet swiftly carried you away as you could feel the stares of Hellfire watching.

Mike's eyes followed you from the Hellfire table, Fjora was written out of the campaign. Their patron deity lifted the eternal sleep to call Fjora for a mission, Fjora left and has not returned.

That was the same night Eddie explained that You would not be returning to Hellfire for a while, if at all, and the break-up. The club each had their own opinions about it all, but one thing was clear, Eddie still wasn't taking it well.

The group watched Eddie as his eyes lingered on the note in his hands. He opened it with a soft touch, as if afraid to rip the paper.

"Hey there, Mellon. Meet me at my locker. I need to ask you something for a friend." the note read. "Jesus, you read it in her/his voice." Eddie thought. Struggling to keep the smile off his face. "Mellon" he hadn't heard that in a while.

Eddie carefully folded up the note and tucked it in his back pocket.

"Go away! Go away!" a shrill, frantic scream came from the girl's bathroom. You nearly drop your things as you dash up the hall towards the bathroom.

"Hello?" you call, trying to open the door, but it's jammed.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there!" you shout, banging against the large metal door.

You can hear faint panting on the other side. "Y/n?" someone finally answers.

"Cunningham?" you question back, baffled.

"Are you...the door's stuck. If you near it, back away." You instruct. "Okay." her voice calls back weakly. You give her time to move and then kick at the door, and it flies open.

Once inside the bathroom, you look about, no Chrissy.

"Down here." She stammers as if ashamed. Your gaze falls to the bathroom floor. Tears stain her cheeks and her eyes are red.

"H-hey, whoa...what happened?" You ask her gently, stooping down. Chrissy shakes her head, her eyes saying, 'I can't tell you.'

"Ok, that's ok. you're ok now." You urge quietly. Standing up, you hold out your hand and help the spooked girl to her feet. "I'll be meeting with Eddie soon ok, You'll need to meet him behind the school, through the woods you know the old bench?" You ask Chrissy carefully.

She sniffles and nods. "Good, that's where he's going to want to meet. Head there once the final bell rings" You tell her.

"Will you be there?" she asks.

"No," you muse, "but I promise, Eddie's a lamb. You'll be just fine." You tell her as you smile.

After your final class and the bell rings you linger you head to your locker, and from up the hall you spot Eddie is already there. Leaning against it, making marks on the tiles with his shoes and then erasing them.

"Stop being silly, it's just Eddie." you tell yourself to calm your jitters.

"Hey," you greet him. Eddie quickly moves away from your locker as you open it and store your books inside, "hey there gorgeous," the words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. "I didn't mean...ignore me, old habits, all that." Eddie said quickly, holding his hands in the air slightly.

You hold your breath, silently screaming. Forcing your composure, you close the door to your locker and clear your throat. "Anyway, thanks for coming." You say, pretending to ignore it as best you could.

"Yeah. Of course." he said.

You take a step nearer to him, and Eddie can feel his mind spinning, "Chrissy Cunningham wants to buy some of your product." You whisper quietly.

Eddie's eyes flutter, he steps closer as well, "you're shitting me, right?" he asks. You look up at him, and it dawns on you how close you two are. You suck in your lips to hold in a scream. He offers the faintest smirk.

"Pull yourself together, this is important." You tell yourself.

Exhaling, you match his gaze, even if it makes your heart want to burst.

"I'm for real. She's having a hard time, she could use it. She needs your help. Chrissy's scared of what people will think, and of you. I just saw her in the bathrooms... I know what it looks like when a person is falling apart." you explain.

Eddie blinked several times, "so it is over. She/he's pushing her right at me, that's got to be what this is." Eddie thought.

"Eddie?" you ask, you had to, with him just quietly staring at you, you didn't know how much longer you could take it. Not when standing this close, not with that faint scent of hairspray and his soft lips so near.

You mentally smack yourself. "Pull yourself together."

"Alright, yeah. I got you, eh...her don't worry." Eddie said taking a step back. "You told her to wait at the bench?" he asked. You give him a nod, "yep, she'll be headed there at the final bell." you hum.

Eddie nods and turns to walk away. He slows his steps in hopes that you had more to say. Though as the silence lingers he turns around, "Um, Thing One and Thing Two might come looking for you. Lucas bailed for his big game. They're hunting down a sub." Eddie says to you, walking backward up the hall.

"I told them you're probably going to the game, or working, so..." he lulled. "Please be free." his mind whispered.

"Yeah, I already told Jeff that I had to work, when he invited me to the final campaign." You reply. You weren't sure if you'd imagined it, but it looked as if Eddie deflated just a little.

"Good, that's..." He sighed, "great" his mind groaned. "I'll make sure to let them, know." He said.

"Anyway you should get going, the girl is spooked, don't keep her waiting." you warn him. Eddie nods and takes his leave.

As you watch his that Dio patch get further away, a chill shivers down your spine, and your breath catches in your throat. The feeling is dizzying, like the drop of the roller coaster. "What was that?" you whisper to yourself.

"Eddie!" you call out for him, unsure why. But he's already rounded the corner and you've gone unheard.

"It's probably nothing..." you tell yourself, turning to head for the exit as the final bell rang.

As Eddie walked through the trees, it seemed far more still than usual. The world was quiet, leaving him to his loud thoughts and blaring regrets.

He could spot Chrissy through the trees, and as he approached her, she nearly screamed.

"Whoa, hey," Eddie called out carefully, "sorry." he chuckled offering a disarming smile, Chrissy sighed in relief, "I didn't mean to scare you." He said.

Chrissy watched as he walked to the table, "you sound just alike." Chrissy murmured. "Who?" Eddie asked glancing over his shoulder, "you and Y/n, when she/he, um helped me earlier." Chrissy spoke timidly.

Eddie turned his head to hide a short-lived smile, at the bitter ache in his chest. "Yeah, we get that sometimes. Anyway, you've got nothing to worry about, we're safe." Eddie said, taking a seat.

Chrissy took the bench across from him and carefully look around. "No one ever comes out here, I promise." he said.

"So, how does this work?" Chrissy asked.

You focused hard as you wrote onto a clip board, listening to the sounds of an engine that just didn't want to get up and running. "Jesus, it needs a new engine too?" You ask Harvey as he leans out the window of the customer's car.

"The list keeps growing, I can't complain, it's a nice payday for everyone. But Phil really needs to just let this old clunker go." Said Harvey.

Turning to a large white van pelted in dents and scratches, you point your pen at it. "Who's poor ride is that?" You ask. "Bunch of strange kids, little older than you. They had to push it in here. Said they'd needed to get out of town soon. But they won't be going anywhere in that bad boy." said Harvey.

"Huh," you sigh. "What's wrong with it?" you ask.

"It's shot up like a junky, that's what." he replied.

"And you took their business? That's suspect, Harv. What if the thing is stolen?" you eye the van carefully.

"I don't turn away money, Y/n." Harvey stated simply.

"Maybe this is where the bad feeling came from?" You think. "Lets hope not."

Back at the Bench, Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he watched Chrissy laugh. It'd be a long time since he'd smiled so much, it felt good. "She remembers the band, she remembers me. Chrissy freaking Cunningham!" his mind cheered as they parted ways, heading back to the school.

It was just the pick me up needed to get in the zone for the campaign. "And you're giving her a ride to your place to sell her..." Eddie's mind sighed, "this isn't actually happening!" it cheered again as he entered the side door.

The evening carried on like a burst of fireworks. Eddie lingered behind the school, sitting on the hood of his van, waiting. His smile was stuck to his face like gum on a shoe. "So Henderson and Wheeler managed to find the perfect replacement for Sinclair," Eddie thought with a chuckle, "another Sinclair."

He tilted up his head up to the sky, "and you're technically hanging out with Chrissy. Even if it is kind of business." Eddie focused on the stars, "It's really, truely starting to feel like my year." he sighed, closing his eyes.

Something small still hurt, like an infected splinter, or stepping on a goat head thorn. The smile gradually turned upside down. He could feel the chill in the night seep into his skin.

Chrissy stood before him, watching. She'd gone unnoticed, and the look in Eddie's eyes made her own heart hurt. "He's so nice, too nice to be so sad." she thought. "It was that same look on Y/n's face when I asked if she/he was dating Eddie." Chrissy thought.

"You know, you could always just start over." Chrissy called out to him.

"Huh?" Eddie asked, looking down at her. Chrissy smiled, "Y/n, just like you she/he's hardly scary. You miss them." She said. Eddie gave a strained smile, "is it that obvious?" He asked.

Chrissy shook her head, "No, but I know a thing or two about putting on masks to hide the truth." she said, as if confessing a secret. Eddie slid off the hood, "we should get going before anyone notices." he says.

"If it counts for anything, I think she/he misses you too." Chrissy told him before climbing into the passenger's seat. "I tell you what, if I pass Ms. O'Donnell's, I might try to start over. But I'll need a wing woman, you know." Eddie said playfully. Chrissy giggled, "I'd be happy to help." said Chrissy.

With that, Eddie started up the van, and the two headed off into the night.

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The Truth Untold- Kim Taehyung |

Eleven- take care of you (1.4k) |

The next couple of days are awkward to say the least. After the whole waking up in his bed situation I reverted to avoiding him at all costs.

Waking up in his bed wasn't necessarily the problem, after all I grew up sleeping in his bed. The problem is how right it felt, like slipping back into old habits that's never really left you. But more than that was how much I enjoyed being surrounded by him.

I didn't leave his room straight away after we woke up, instead i stayed curled up in his sheets, wishing he was still holding me, with the excuse that Eun hadn't left for classes yet.

I stayed there in his warmth and presence, simply absorbing it all. But soon Eun's presence started leaking through, in the way that her voice echoes through the apartment while she sings along to her music, the way her light footsteps taper around the house and suddenly I was surrounded by her instead.

That's when reality set in. solidifying its place with the slam of our front door as she leaves.

Tae seemed hesitant when I got up to leave, it almost makes me think he was also sad for this moment to end, but he doesn't stop me.

So now we're back to square one. The only difference is my longing to see him now and that's why I need to distance myself. Just until this passes, up until him and Eun are a thing and I can forget all of these foolish thoughts.

I have successfully avoided anything to do with Kim Taehyung for a solid 3 days now, I would congratulate myself if I wasn't constantly conjuring up thoughts of him.

If I'm being honest, the past 3 days have been hell. Before when I ignored him he let me, it was simple, we both stayed in our own space. But not this time. Nope he just has to make it difficult.

Especially difficult when he wakes up earlier than he usually would, trying to catch me sneaking out on the mornings.

But I survived 3 days, and now I'm being rewarded. With alcohol.

God do I need to get drunk right now.

It was Jin's idea, he suggested me, him, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi + his wife and one of his new employees go drinking tonight. I couldn't have agreed quicker. Plus I want to meet this girl he's been talking so much about.

'You heading out?' Instantly freezing in my spot I curse myself for wearing heels that click with every step, knowing he probably heard me walking.

Slowly turning around I scramble my brain on what to say, 'Um yeah I'm going out drinking with my friends.' Casual enough.

'Ah okay. Have fun.' He seems just as awkward as me despite his efforts to talk to me the past couple of days. Seeing him now makes me feel kind of bad, but I brush that off. Everything will be alright when I have some alcohol in my system.

'Thank you.' It's said through a tight smile. Before I quickly scurry my way out of the apartment.

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'I love you guys. You know that right.' My friends are currently surrounding me and I could think of no better place to be. Well maybe I could think of one.

'We know.' There're multiple voices at once making me feel dizzy. I can faintly feel someone's arm around my waist holding me up.

'Y/n you've gotta drink some water, and we need to get you home safe, okay?' I can't tell who's talking but either way I'm not very fond of them at the moment.

'What nooooo I'm having so much fun!!!'

'I know you are love but think about how nice it'd feel to be curled up in bed right now. We can even go to mine if you don't want to go home.' Their voice is gentle, much like their arm around me. Finally, looking at them, it takes my eyes a minute to focus on their feature but once I do I recognise him to be Yoongi.

'I wanna stay with our friends though. haven't seen them in so long.' I'm pouting at this point, but I can't find it in me to be embarrassed.

'We'll see them again. Sounds good yeah? But for tonight it's time to sleep.'

'Can I say goodbye first?' My mood has suffered a drastic shift in the last couple of moments.

He nods in reply and I peel myself away from him to give my friends hugs goodbye.

After I've made it round the whole group I begin to hear some sort of bickering.

'So you thought it was a good idea to call him?' Looking over at the noise I see Yoongi, Namjoon and...

'Tae?' Now all of their attention is on me.

'Y/nie.'

'What are you doing here?' I slur, being genuinely confused. 'Did you come to join us?'

'Not quite, no.'

'Oh.' I deflate, hoping that we could all continue drinking.

'He's here to take you home y/n.' Namjoon gives me a soft smile.

'Oh. But I thought I was going home with Yoongi?' Tilting my head I give the boys a questioning gaze.

Taehyung starts to walk towards me, 'Not any more, I'm gonna to take care of you from now on, okay?'

My face lights up at this, 'Okay!' It comes out with a giggle. My carefree happiness seem to be matched with his.

He's smiling down at me and I swear everything feels right in this moment.

Why have I been avoiding him again? I swear I'll never avoid him again because this feeling is something I never want to let go of.

But then again, it might just be that alcohol that's making me feel this way. I decide not to dwell on that thought though, I just want to enjoy this while it lasts.

'Let's get going then.' He's still smiling at me. His boxy smile that does things to my heart. The disappointment of leaving that I felt before is long gone as he grabs my hand to lead me to his car.

I almost forget to say a last goodbye to the others as I stare at our hands connected.

Giving them a quick wave my eyes settle on Yoongi first, he doesn’t seem happy at all. It confuses me, but I’m too carefree to linger on that fact and I soon forget when my eyes land on Mina, Jin's plus one for the night, I giggle as she gives me a wink. She's awfully kind and the memory of how Jin Hyung was doting over her has me yet again giggling. He looked so smitten with her.

Winking back I whisper at her, 'Make sure he works for it.' Although by the way I hear Jin choke and curse at what I mean I don't think I quite executed the discretion I was hoping for.

By this point I'm not really paying attention, too rapped up on how Tae helps me into the passenger seat and straps me in. Far too focused on the way he strokes my hair behind my ear and asks how I'm feeling from his squatting position. Replaying the words that came out in a stolen whisper.

When I finally reply with a soft nod his hand retreats from my face, and he circles the car. I'm disappointed for a moment, until he enters the car and suddenly everything's alright again.

Wanting the contact back I grab his hand and draw it over onto my lap. He seems startled by this, his wide eyes gazing at me, but I just smile back. He eventually returns my gesture and sets his eyes onto the road ahead.

The car ride seems to last an eternity yet not nearly long enough. His thumb is moving in slow circles over my hand and I swear this is the most content I've ever felt.

He's humming along to the distant sound of the quiet music that is coming from the radio. It's a slow and romantic song.

Finding it hard to remove my gaze from his side profile, I eventually decide to gaze out of the window instead. The view is beautiful. Putting the window down I relish in the feeling if the delicate wind blowing through my hair.

This. This is a better place to be I think.

The moment is so perfect, and I find myself being disappointed when I start to recognise the street we're going down. Knowing this moment inevitably has to end. That this feeling has to end.

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a/n: fluff fluff and more fluff… hope yous enjoy it before it all falls apart 😁

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(   AVAN JOGIA.  CISMAN.  HE/THEY  )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting his DARK UNDER-EYE CIRCLES. we’ve spotted JACE DESAI,  a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as a BARTENDER. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for SIX YEARS and what we know about him, aside from the fact that they DON’T agree with the decision to close the gates, is that he’s accidentally become something of an unofficial handyman around boulder simply because he doesn’t know how to say no to anybody ; he’s a huge metalhead and rock lover, if he’s not singing aloud to himself, he’s tapping his foot or humming along to something in his head ; one of jace’s many passions is art and they had a slight graffiti habit before the outbreak and loved painting murals around their city. now he’s a bit more limited in what he can play with, but he tries to get creative with different things when he can. doesn’t that make them fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate them so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

STATISTICS.

name: jace desai

dob: may 3rd 1993

age: 30

height: 5'9

hometown: regina, saskatchewan

role: bartender

sexuality: pansexual

star chart: taurus sun, libra moon, cancer rising, aries venus

personality stats: aang (avatar the last airbender), will turner (priates of the caribbean), jack dawson (titanic), debora (baby driver), nick miller (new girl)

types: enfp, sanguine

family: henry desai (father, deceased), annie desai (mother, deceased), mark desai (brother, deceased), lily desai (sister, deceased), lia desai (sister)

HISTORY.

tw death, injuries, blood, guns

jace has been at boulder for six years, ever since he arrived with his younger sister. they were in canada when the outbreak began, originally a family of five: him, his mom and his three siblings. they lost their mom first, shot by some asshole looting the store. it felt worse that way, that she was taken by a human, not some monster or rabid disease. the four siblings mostly hid out for the start of it, unsure what to do or where to go and it was safer that way. but soon their stomachs were screaming, they were cold and fatigued, and they needed a plan. slowly making their way south, to anywhere that was safe or anywhere with food and warmth, they did quite well at staying out of conflict or danger for the most of it. the brothers sacrificed most of their meals for their sisters, waited up all night while they slept to ensure their protection, but they couldn't do it forever. they were getting weaker by the day, unsure just how far any help was, and verging on hopeless. until they started finding markings painted on walls for lost souls like them to stumble upon and direct to safety, hearing tales about a campus in colorado that's secure and alive. of course they had to go.

it didn't take long before a dozen or so of the infected had swarmed them. with a sister flung on both boy’s back, the siblings tried to rush to safety, only for jace to slip on some rubble and tumble down when a canid tried to swipe at him. his leg takes most of the damage, torn up by shattered glass in the dirt. a stupid mistake, one that would surely have cost both his and his sister's life had his brother not shoved in front of the infected trying to latch on to jace. they promised they'd never leave each other, but mark was demanding it, already scratched up by the monster,  bite marks sunk into his skin as he fights with the rest of his life to keep the beast back, but others are coming quick. jace doesn't remember exactly what his brother said, he just sees his face, mouth opening and closing with words that he doesn't register, then suddenly they echo.  ‘ take them and run ! ’

jace was struggling to move quickly, his leg throbbing in pain with his sisters either side, trying to help drag his weight. eventually they found a small hole in a wall, covered with wooden planks and stained sheets, for them to hide in while jace recovered. the recovery was slow, the wounds were open and unclean, eventually becoming infected in a matter of days and jace catching a fever. the sisters were adamant they needed to leave him to find supplies.  they were smaller and could fit through spaces he couldn't, but jace didn't want to send them out to their deaths for him, he'd be content to die if it meant they didn't risk it, especially with what happened to their brother. despite this, the girls secretly decided to sneak out one day while jace was knocked out, in too much pain to fight his fatigue. the girls got back, but barely. lily had been grabbed, scratched up and bitten by a canid in her attempt to get out. it didn't take long for his sister's cries to wake him, confused how the girl he had last seen peacefully sleeping was now screaming in fear for what the next few days meant for her and what she'd become. they were going to figure it out, cross that bridge when it came to it— but the next morning she was gone. jace and lia waited it out there for a few more days, he was still recovering and they didn't want to leave in case lily came back. they never saw her again.

two final two desai siblings eventually made it to boulder, almost giving up more times than they could count. it took them a while to settle on being settled, so used to needing to move and stay on the go to survive, but soon they realised they had found a new family.

jace dabbled in a number of different roles around campus before settling in as a bartender. he still does dabble a bit, helping out where he can and unable to say no, but the bar is practically his home.

PERSONALITY.

jace has lost almost everyone in his life, but he does still have his sister and she's honestly his last piece of hope in this big mess. so he does tend to stay strong for her and keep a bright light somewhere within him. he's as active as he can be in the community, always offering his help and lacking the ability to say no when people ask. if he had nothing, he'd still find a way to help someone else.

that being said, he can be a sarcastic little pain in the ass when he wants to be, and is forever annoyed he never got to go to college and party it up.

MISC THINGS.

carves little wood sculptures, sketches with ash and dirt, makes wreaths and bouquets from any spare sticks with plants and flowers - gifts them for ppls bdays !

tries to see the beauty in things and if he can't, he'll try to make it 

very convinced he can communicate with birds

the type to be overly self critical and pessimistic but as soon as someone else says anything negative about themselves, he's suddenly a self help coach. same with dumb decisions, he will make a thousand but try to prevent anyone else doing anything stupid ever

has only ever killed out of necessity but it still feels too much, thinks his soul is stained

your personal 3am advice giver (don't take it)

his favourite drink is an espresso martini but he'll always lie about it

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ngl.. no idea. everything.

regulars at the rainstorm who have confided in him, maybe too much, maybe he got just as personal... maybe they disagreed, maybe they kissed, who kNoWS!

he's been here six years so i feel like he should definitely have a best friend, someone who's possibly been there just as long or longer ?? if longer, maybe they were a big part of him settling in at boulder or like a first friend !

failed relationships / ex hook ups 🤭 listen.. anything messy, angsty, toxic, wrong timings... i will take everything !!

people he does not get along with... for whatever reason... idk... i think jace is very much against the gates closing bc he feels like no one would obviously be here if they were shut, so it feels hypocritical even though he gets the precaution and concerns. so maybe someone he clashes with on that, or something else... big or small, im so open !!

[sapphic-woes]

I have been summoned. What about headcannons for Eivor and a female reader travelling together? Especially when they are still in a friends to crush stage. Thank you and have a good day. ❤

Ok so....uh what if it's: "princess/queen in need of safe passing and Eivor wants to gain an alliance so she escorts you" stage...because it's all I can think abt srry:

Eivor x Royal!Reader

The reasons for why you're on the run don't really matter much, let's just say people either want you dead or kidnapped.

I think at first you guys are at an odds not because you're pretentious or anything, but you're sheltered and never dealt with the outdoors

Like I imagine you don't know how to start a fire, hunt, etc etc. When Eivor met you, however, you could command a room and figure out a war strategy through information alone, so she assumed stuff like this would be the basics for you.

So when she tells you to make a fire while she goes out to hunt, comes back and you're tirelessly trying to do it and so frustrated you can't? It's like a break in character in you to her.

Maybe you come off as cold. Calculating. You make the hard decisions and don't seem to let emotions control you. However, Eivor soon learns that's just how you are to deal with all the aldermen constantly at your throat

In reality, you're pretty open to learning more skills, understanding her culture, and who she is. Eivor teaches you how to start a fire, to hunt, hell even to ride (let's say you had to escape in a rush and left on one horse)

You talk of your shared differences: she grew up on the battlefield, physically hardened by her experiences. You grew up in the heart of your kingdom, mentally hardened by those seeking your power. In ways you two are similar, in others strikingly different.

I imagine one day you speak of a horrible time of political turmoil. Maybe you had to pull some strings behind the scenes, barely getting away with your life and your title.

You speak of it as if its nothing, and make some offhand comment that regardless of how cruel you were back then, you would do it all over, becuase there's no one in that kingdom who would care to protect you as much as yourself

And Eivor breaks at that. She has people she knows would do anything to protect her back in Ravensthorpe, and that's why despite having so much blood on her hands, she's gentle. You on the other hand, have never picked up a sword in your life, and yet your circumstances have forced you to become more heartless than she could ever be.

Eivor would reach for you then, cup your cheeks in a way you'd never experienced before. Softly as if you would break. Firmly as if she feared you would slip through the cracks of her hands.

Looking into your eyes, Eivor speaks slowly, whispering like any louder would make the words grow sharp against your ears:

"Lady...if I had been there, I would have protected you."

You stared up into the frost of her eyes, mind muddled with confusion. You didn't know why she said that to you, or why it was with such conviction. You didn't need her pity. You were a ruler, one who led her people with strength and virtue. Perhaps you were in a predicament now, but that did not mean anything had changed.

"...Thank you. It is a, um, a comfort to know." You treaded lightly with your words. Eivor caught the habit immediately.

"We are not within the walls of your kingdom. There is no one here to hear us." When you tried to look down, she didn't allow you, coarse skin gingerly keeping your head tilted towards her. The care in her eyes was heavy. It settled over your heart and squeezed out an old warmth. You tried to hold it in with a shaky breath.

"I am well aware. Still, I do not understand what you want me to say–" Your cheeks were abruptly squished together, head jerked closer towards Eivor's own. Suddenly, all you could process was blue irises contrasting the night sky, twinkling just as the stars did. Eivor carefully ground out each of her words for your to process

"If it were me. Lady." No. No, no, no–I do not wish to hear it! Frantically, you shook your head while she spoke. You feared it would cause you to come undone, yet Eivor pressed on anyway.

"I would have done everything. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. No task would have proven too much to bear in order to protect you." The tears built up in the corner of your eyes. You held the droplets in until you shut them, running down you face as Eivor quietly whispered.

"Becuase you are precious, lady."

[yeonjun4beagles]

HELP i saw your ask about yeonjun fucking you in his parents' house and it's so fucking hot 🥴🥵 got me thinking about him fingering you while having dinner at your parents' house

A/N: AAAAAA OMFG THIS IS SO HOT 🥵 im literally sweating thankyou so much anon 🧎🏻‍♀️ im kinda taking a break rn but your ask demands my immediate attention 🤤

yeonjun has always been the touchy kind of boyfriend, like he'll always have one of his hands on you, either on your back or hips or thigh, just anywhere as long as he gets to touch you but tonight, he's feeling extra.

his hand has been on your thigh since the beginning of the dinner, tracing circles, sometimes giving a gentle squeeze. it's the usual habit of his, nothing much. not until he slowly inches his hand upwards, so damn close to where you definitely don't want his hands to be right now, not at your parents' dinner table. your breath hitched before you grabbed his hands under the table while whispering to him, "jun, what the fuck?".

"relax, baby. you don't wanna get caught, do you?", yeonjun just chuckled as he continued his manuever, his fingers now already teasing your slit through your panties and thank god for giving you the idea to wear a skirt that night.

"y/n, are you okay? you're sweating a little bit", your mother asked. shit. "im okay, mum. maybe it's just the pms, you know, same old same old", you smiled meekly, mentally slapping yourself for the stupid answer. "if you need some painkiller, it's in the bathroom, okay?", your mother said before she continued her conversation with your father and yeonjun. choi yeonjun. you can fucking see the smirk on his lips, that satisfied look plastered on his face after hearing your answer.

yeonjun leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear, "good answer, babe and by the way, i know you're enjoying this too because you're soaking through your panties already", before slipping his finger past your panties, easing his finger into you. 'fucking hell', you had to cover your mouth to mask your choked moan. god, you'd be lying if you said you're not enjoying any of this because your dripping core really says otherwise.

"can you take more, babe?" "god, just do anything you want, jun", you said through your gritted teeth. "good girl", yeonjun praises you before inserting another finger into your pussy. it's so hard for you to control your moans, not when his long, slender fingers is caressing your walls deliciously, skimming over your sweet spot a couple of times. 'im close, jun. please dont stop', you literally pleaded him with your eyes.

"are you sure you're okay, y/n? you look red, if the pain is too much, you can just go to your room, we're about finished with dinner anyways", it's now your father asking, clearly worried. if only he knows what his future son-in-law is doing to his daughter under the table. 'it's about damn time', you thought before tugging yeonjun's hand away from your pussy. "i think im gonna rest in my room, dad, mum. yeonjun, can you help me?" and before yeonjun could answer your question, you're already walking towards your room, pulling him with you.

"nice save there, babe. you're just about to cum on my fingers, huh?" yeonjun teased you, landing a slap on your ass. "shut up, jun. now you gotta finish what you started" "oh, baby, that has always been my plan".

[slasherhaven]

✨Hi✨Can you write a headcanon for slashers' toxic treats in a relationship? (It may their insecurities, being too jealous/overprotective ect..) thank you so much and i love your blog 💖🦄

You mean other than the murder and sadism???? Sure! 😂 (Not all of these are ‘toxic traits’, some are just problems that you might have in the relationship. Not including the whole murder thing...)

The Slashers and their toxic traits:

Thomas Hewitt 

His insecurities. He beats himself up so much about everything and it occasionally gets in the way of your relationship. For the most part you are able to reassure him and he comes around, missing being with you. However, he can start to hide down on the basement and start avoiding you, causing a divide between you both. He’ll comes around or you will march down there and confront him, lovingly, and he’ll feel better for a while. It’s a slow process building Tommy’s self worth but you’re a huge help!

His family? I mean...we all know Hoyt isn’t exactly friendly. Once you’re a part of the family, he expects you to have some sort of part in their chores. He also has a habit of teasing you and Thomas, and not in a very playful way, normally worsening Thomas’ insecurities. Luda May isn’t completely innocent either, though. She does love you but is pretty tough in the early stages of your relationship, like she doesn’t trust you. Once you’re officially a member of the family, she eases up on you though. 

Michael Myers 

Can be very cold. This shouldn’t be surprising. He’s a very stoic, cold man who is mostly unaffectionate. It takes so long to start building physical affection with him that most people would just give up before they get there. Of course, it’s worth it for when he finally starts to open up to it, but it can be draining on you.

Likes to get his way. He’s stubborn and independent. The thought of having somebody rely on him or to rely on somebody else makes him very uncomfortable, he isn’t used to it at all. And yet, here you both are. So, he doesn’t ask before doing most things, he just kind of...does. He doesn’t understand why you explain that you would like for him to mention it in the future. An example of this is just leaving the house without telling you, leaving you looking for him before realising he left for the night. He’ll gradually come around to improving on it, starting small, but that means a whole lot coming from Michael.

Jason Voorhees 

His insecurities. Jason doesn’t pull away from you because of it but the more understanding and patient you are, the better it will be. It takes a long time for him to remove the mask and, naturally, that can cause some tension. He’s too worried about scaring you away while you’re worrying that he doesn’t trust you as much as he claims too. This is something that can be dealt with eventually. Once he’s removed the mask and you make him feel loved, this issue slowly fades away.

Isolation? It’s not really his fault. He lives out in a cabin in the middle of the woods near an old run down summer camp and now you live with him. He’s not purposely keeping you away from other people but it’s something that can’t be helped. Of course he’s not going to stop you from taking trips to visit family or friends even if he would miss you, it’s just now always very easy to do so.

Brahms Heelshire 

Selfish. Brahms has a major case of only child syndrome. He can’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, he demands everything he wants, he only really things about himself, mostly because that’s what he’s used too. Thank his parents. Deep down, he really is a sweetheart but you have to chisel away all that nastiness. It’s hard work and you play more of a caretaker role before a romantic partner.

Get’s extremely jealous. He hates the grocery boy’s guts with a vengeance, all because he flirted with you that one time. But he gets jealous over stupid things as well, just when he decides that you aren’t giving him enough attention, which he wants a lot of.

Uses guilt trips. This one you need to stop as soon as possible. It’s how he got his way with his parents, and now he will try to use it against you. As you try to reign in his selfishness, you have to for the same for his guilt trips.

Bo Sinclair

Can’t take responsibility. It takes so much to get him to sincerely apologise. He really needs to see that he’s done something wrong and has really upset you in order to actually apologise. Otherwise he’ll just brush it off and move on, refusing to admit that he did anything wrong.

Manipulative. It’s almost like being manipulative is Bo’s second nature. He does it all the time with people who come into the town but he doesn’t really mean to do it to you. But when he wants something or he’s irritated, he just slips up and it happens. Big fan of saying things like “you’re overreacting”.

Vincent Sinclair 

His insecurities. Vincent can become very withdrawn from you due to his own insecurities. It can really get in the way of your relationship. Of course you’re understanding and compassionate but it does start to wear you down, making you a little irritated. You never let on to those feelings though, always trying to comfort him. Vincent will come around eventually after some reassurance but it can be a tough time.

His relationship with Bo. This is probably a bigger problem than his insecurities. Bo has a lot of power over Vincent and you don’t like it at all, even if you have developed a fondness for the other twin as well. Most of the times it isn’t a problem but when Bo is in a bad mood, he mostly takes it out on Vincent. It can feel like Vincent puts Bo above you, even when Bo is being awful. You understand it, you really do. Bo is the toxic one, not Vincent. But that doesn’t always make things easier.

Lester Sinclair

His relationship with his brothers. Lester isn’t a very toxic person but any relationship with somebody who has a life like his could become a little toxic. You are incredibly important to him but...so are his brothers. It’s highly unlikely that he would leave Ambrose to live a more honest life, or at least try to. He’s more likely to do so than either of the twins but it’s still very unlikely to happen. Sometimes it can make you question his priorities, but he really really does love you more than anything.

Bubba Sawyer

His family. His family is extremely toxic, this shouldn’t be much of a shock. Bubba is probably the least toxic out of all of them, this man just wants to love somebody and be loved in return. By family, I mostly mean Drayton.

Isolation. Like with Jason, this isn’t really his fault but it’s something to consider. If you have family or friends, you likely won’t be able to see them much at all. You could still call and message but you live with the Sawyers now that Drayton doesn’t like the idea of you coming and going. This probably links back to the toxic family dynamics.

Billy Lenz

Jealous/possessive. He’s pretty much a shut in, he doesn’t like leaving the house even though he probably could. He doesn’t have a problem with you having friends but gets a little pouty if you go out with them for a long time, and when you get back home, he is extra clingy. He won’t stop you but you’re well aware that he would rather you just stay with him. He probably feels more lonely than anything.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Manipulative. Asa knows what he wants and when he wants something, he will get it. He does genuinely try to not purposely manipulate you since he cares about you. However, manipulation usually comes so easily to him that he might not even realise he’s doing it.

His need for control. Asa likes being in control and he loves when you’re submissive to him. This means that he can find it a little difficult to give up some control in the relationship or around the house. It can be infuriating but can be adjusted slowly but it’s not going to be easy.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Overprotective/possessive. As soon as another man is talking to you, he will be right by your side, his intimidating figure usually being enough to scare them off. If he had it his way, he’d have you with him at all time, only for him to touch or even look at. However, he won’t resort to that unless it’s something you want...still, it’s obvious and it can become overbearing if nothing else.

Depending on your feelings towards his ‘job’, he can be gone for long periods of times. Unless you are completely okay with what he does and go on the ‘business’ trips with him, you are going to be left home alone for long periods of time. Of course, you might be completely okay with that and if that’s the case, there’s no problem. If you need him around some more...well, you might start to feel a little lonely. He always makes it up to you when he gets home though!

Otis Driftwood 

Very focused on himself. He’s just used to only thinking about himself, ever since he was a kid. Of course he does genuinely care about the family and about you (and he doesn’t express that to you better than he does the family) but he’s nowhere near perfect with it. He also has a tendency of pulling away from you when this gets bad. When he realises that it’s bothered you, he doesn’t really apologise either, but he’ll still offer you some comfort.

Anger issues. This man has a temper. He would never turn you but oh boy is it hard work. Most of the time it’s just ranting and shouting about whatever pissed him off. While it doesn’t turn physical or is ever directed at you, it can be a little draining.

Baby Firefly 

Doesn’t take much seriously. Baby tends to treat everything like a joke or just doesn’t realise how serious the situation is to you. It’s not an constant thing, if you’re upset, she’ll notice and take it seriously as she comforts you. But she still sometimes brushes off your concerns (as well as everyone else’s) because she’s practically bouncing with energy.

Yautja (Predator) 

He. Is. An. Alien. I wouldn’t really call this a toxic trait but it definitely causes some complications. The traditions of his race can be...startling. You find far too many skulls in your home when you start courting. You are also likely the thing to introduce him to monogamy, but he adapts to that very fast because you’re so precious to him.

Pretty possessive. He isn’t the jealous type, just very possessive. You are his mate, his little human, and he wants everyone (especially other Yautjas) to know that. At times it might become a little suffocating.

(Look...I’m bias here okay!)

[elowenp]

“What do you want?” Barbara asks, voice crackling with static.

It’s a silly question. Tim wants crime rates to go down. Tim wants Gotham to be a safer city. Tim wants to be a part of making that happen.

“A code name that isn’t stupid.” he says instead.

Barbara sighs. It doesn’t sound like a sigh though. It just sounds like the static’s getting louder.

~

“Bernard Dowd, scholar of the ages.” Tim laughs, arm slung round Bernard's shoulder. “I thought you were meant to be the fun one?”

“I am.” Bernard groans, “as soon as these exams are done I’ll be back to the usual student life. Getting drunk, going on dates, Gotham won’t know what’s hit it.”

“Going on dates?” Tim asks jokingly, even as a well hidden part of him turns slightly panicked. “Any successes an old friend should be hearing about?”

“Not really.” Bernard shrugs, jostling Tim’s arm. “Just a couple of girls I was better off friends with.” He pauses, thinking, before continuing with his voice involuntarily going a little higher. “Couple of guys too.”

“Huh.” Tim suddenly becomes very aware of all the places where his arm is touching Bernard. He doesn’t move it. “Better luck next time.”

Huh.

~

Tim’s been avoiding Dick. He’s been awkward around him lately, Tim thinks that Barbara must have said something. He’s not stupid enough to have done something to send Dick spiralling without noticing it.

“What do you want?” Dick asks, curious, without warning.

Tim wants to ask if Barbara put him up to this but he knows it’s a genuine question. Dick isn’t manipulative like that, not with family.

What does Tim want? Isn’t it a little late for Dick go be asking that question? All the things that happened after Bruce’s death put a canyon of distance between them. It’s slowly been growing smaller but it hasn’t disappeared. Neither of them have had time enough to spend together for that to happen.

An awful, bitter part of Tim that hasn’t stopped screaming since Robin wasn’t his any more wonders if Dick would even be asking if Damian wasn’t out of town right now.

“For us to go train surfing.” Tim says. Petty. Just so Dick will say no and his anger can feel righteous instead of ill-deserved.

“Okay.” Dick says instead. Easy and confident. Himself.

“Oh.” Tim’s anger fizzles into non-existence. “Okay.”

The canyon grows a little smaller.

~

“We should go to a skatepark.” Bernard says, a little giggly from the beer in his hand.

There’s a matching beer in Tim’s hand although it’s still practically full. If there’s an emergency he’ll be of no use drunk. “What? Why?”

“Why not? You were so good in high school! And you had fun doing it.” Bernard’s tone turns a little less giggly. “You should do more things you find fun.”

Tim is surprised enough that the “Okay.” slips out of his lips unbidden.

So maybe the beer bottle is a little less full than he’d like to admit.

They borrow a board from one of Bernard's flatmates and catch a bus to a skate park Tim remembers using when he was younger. As they go Tim tries to remember why he stopped. He tries to remember when he stopped. He can’t recall the answer to either question and annoyance rises in his chest over it.

Then Bernard is saying something and it has Tim snorting with laughter and he forgets his irritation.

Once they arrive Bernard settles himself at the top of one of the ramps like it’s a throne. “Entertain me!” he calls, “Impress me with your wheel-board magic.

Tim manages a kick-flip on his first attempt and Bernard makes a loud noise of approval.

A lot of stuff comes back to Tim fairly quickly. Most of skateboarding had been muscle memory for him and that’s something that being a vigilante hadn’t exactly hindered. As things return to him he regains some faint memories of why he’d stopped. Nothing specific, just that feeling of not having enough time. Of thinking that going to the skatepark wasn’t a particularly useful way to spend his hours while there was still real work to be done.

Tim’s always been a vigilante first, but he thinks there must have been a point when that wasn’t the only thing he was. Well, when it wasn’t the only thing he was that mattered.

“Come on!” Bernard shouts, teeth flashing white against Gotham’s grey-black sky. “I was promised entertainment!”

Tim laughs. He seems to do that a lot around Bernard these days.

He starts moving on the skateboard, deciding to leave the existentialism for another day.

~

First Dick and now Bruce. Tim’s family has really been making a habit of being weird around him lately.

He would normally think that the Bruce was worried about him, that Dick had passed along some bullshit about his mental health and Bruce was practicing some silent vigil. The problem with that theory is that Tim’s been getting better recently, so there wouldn’t be much point. At least he thinks he’s been getting better. It’s difficult to tell sometimes.

Bruce has definitely been acting weird around him though, so maybe he isn’t getting better. Maybe Bruce spotted something Tim didn’t and he’s on the road to insanity.

“What do you want?” Bruce asks one day as they’re both working in the cave. Not Batman. Bruce.

It’s a far stupider question than it was when Barbara or Dick asked it. Bruce is the person who made Tim’s desires what they are. He’s the one who took Tim’s obsession and carved it into a goal.

“What?” Tim asks, loud and confused and maybe a little angry. “What do you mean ‘what do I want’? I want the mission! What else am I supposed to want?”

Bruce stays silent for a moment and Tim imagines him turning the words over in his head. “Nothing else?” Bruce asks. He sounds sad and it makes the anger drain from Tim’s body. “Just the mission?”

“I don’t need anything else.” Tim says hollowly.

Bruce just nods, thinking. It makes Tim want to scream even as satisfaction rises in his chest.

It’s always been a point of pride that he can to lie to Batman. He’s hardly going to change his mind about that now.

~

“People keep asking me what I want.” Tim says, sat on Bernard's bed. “I don’t like it.”

Bernard's turns away from the laptop on his desk so he can look at Tim. “You ever tell them the truth?”

Tim shrugs. He isn’t sure what else to do. “Ish?”

Bernard smiles. “Anyone ever tell you you’re impossible, Tim Drake?”

“Only everyone I’ve ever met.”

Bernard barks out a laugh before sobering up and looking at Tim with ill-disguised curiosity. “Do you want to tell me the truth about it? Or did you just want to say the thing out loud?”

“I’m not sure.” Tim admits, and he has to stop himself from acting taken aback by the fact he actually said that. Tim never says when he’s uncertain. There isn’t room for it. Bernard must know that too because he looks at Tim in surprise, then scoots his chair closer to the bed so that he and Tim are almost touching.

Bernard looks very cautious. “You know that’s okay, right?”

“I-“ Tim starts, because is it? Is uncertainty the kind of luxury he can afford? “I want to want things. But it feels like I’ve forgotten how.”

“You’ve had a rough couple of years.”

“How do you-“

Bernard smiles knowingly. “You’re not as hard to read as you think, Tim. Well you are. But it’s not difficult to tell that some bad things must have happened since I last saw you.”

“Yeah.” Tim says hoarsely, thinking back to the burn of his muscles as he dug up Kon’s grave, the stinging of desert sand in his eyes, the moment of confusion when he woke up in a league of assassins base unsure if he’d had to die to get there. “Yeah. Bad things happened.” He shakes himself a little, because those aren’t the thoughts he wants lingering. He focuses back on Bernard who’s closer than Tim had realised, worry creased between his eyes. “What about you?” Tim asks, trying to exert some measure of control over the conversation. “What do you want?”

“Thought we were talking about you?” Tim might have let it go with that if not for the note of nervousness in Bernard's voice and the red creeping up the back of his neck.

“We can talk about both of us.”

“It’s not important right now.”

Tim reaches out then. He takes Bernard's hand in his because Bernard makes him laugh and he looks so nervous and Tim wants to. Bernard looks down at their hands in surprise and Tim doesn’t actually feel worried. Just expectant that Bernard is going to squeeze their fingers together more securely. He does. “You sure?” Tim asks.

Bernard just looks at him. Mouth parted with shock. He seems to come back to himself though and his expression of surprise turns into something more confident. More familiar. “What if I wanted you?” he asks, hesitancy and confidence rolled into one voice.

“Give me some time to remember how to want things, and I think I’ll want that too.” Tim replies, just as unsure and utterly certain.

Bernard tangles their fingers together a little more firmly in response and Tim feels more hopeful than he has in a long time.