#and now he's basically stealing our stuff because he thinks everything in this house belongs to him

[crtalley]

hate living with people. i want to live alone in the heart of a busy city where no one knows who the fuck i am and also i don't have to pay rent thanks

[diavolosthots]

Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

[genesisrose74]

A/n: Alright if you can’t already figure out I am very much a simp for adorable sweethearts cause they’re just so cute!! Literally take all my uwus— anywho here’s some quarantine headcanons for best boy Izuku Midoriya! I might make quarantine hc’s a small series for the boys of Class 1-A because I had a really fun time writing this, but we’ll see! I included a bit of background at the beginning as well so enjoy!!

So you’re in Class 1-B at UA High, and the first time you officially met Izuku was at the sports festival

During the cavalry battle you had snagged points from Bakugo’s team and he was incredibly impressed with you despite the fact that your group fell short of making the one on one battle round

You may or may not have become intrigued with him during the obstacle race and your curiosity only grew from there

Monoma got upset with you because you were so focused on Izuku almost the entire festival

“Are you seriously fawning over our rivals?”

Cue you elbowing him in the side and scolding him for being so hostile (yes you and Kendo get along swimmingly)

When he saw you around later that day he asked you about your quirk and you were happy to talk with him! You offered to get ice cream while you walked and he was ecstatic because not only was your quirk awesome, but you were also one of the prettiest girls Izuku had ever seen and he was trying not to get too flustered

Poor boy basically got hounded by Monoma when he saw you two walking around the festival together and Kendo had to physically drag the blonde away while mustering out a handful of apologies

Y’all became good friends very quickly and you and Izuku would alternate eating with each other’s friend groups at lunch - the Dekusquad loves you

Izuku ended up meeting your parents unexpectedly after the forest training camp incident, as they worked as some of the head doctors at the hospital and were well acquainted with OFA (your dad attended UA in the support class at the same time Toshinori was enrolled!! He worked closely with Recovery Girl during his years there)

Izuku had stepped in to help you at the training camp during the attack, so your parents were thanking him constantly for protecting their daughter.

You ended up asking him out pretty soon after that because he was always so selfless and kind, not to mention the most adorable person you had ever met

Decided to keep it very lowkey just because of the class rivalry and all the craziness going on

Anyways when Miss ‘Rona starts up you’ve been dating for a few months now and Izuku’s mom and your parents each adore y’all already

So UA makes the announcement that students should stay at home for a while so that they can clean out the campus and make sure everything is safe for use, so that means everyone is moving out of the dorms for the time being

Your parents are worried because even though you all got tested and the results were negative, they don’t want to put you at risk as they’re traveling to and from the hospital each day, so Izuku’s mother being the sweetheart she is offers to have you stay at their place

So the Midoriya fam gets tested and all is good except that Izuku is freaking out

He knows it’s fine because there’s a guest room and you’ve been to his house on many, many occasions but oH My GoSH sHe’S bASiCalLy gOiNG tO LiVe wiTh mE

Sweet baby is a blushing mess when his mom tells him you’re coming over and he bolts to clean everything and make sure you’ll be comfortable

Folds your favorite hoodie that you steal all the time and puts it on the guest room bed…SWEETHEART

He knows you’re worried about your parents so he wants to do his best to make sure you’re alright

And let me just say that this child is best boy like?? Always tidies his room and helps Momma Midoriya out around the house! It’s the cutest thing ever

If you’re not the best with online classes he’s sat next to you on your bed and explaining stuff to you.

You get a question right? Nose kissies. No exceptions. You’re getting rewarded for your hard work

He’s super respectful of your space too — he will never enter your room or the bathroom without knocking and making sure you’re not caught off guard

But believe it or not this little broccoli gets into very clingy moods and will absolutely pull you into his side while he’s doing homework on the couch or when you’re making a snack in the kitchen.

Cuddles are mandatory at least three times a day, and when he gets this way you’re basically immobile the entire afternoon

P l e a s e kiss the scars on his hands I am begging you

Movie nights in his room all the time. Y’all eat up romantic comedies and literally anything Disney.

Sometimes you fall asleep on his chest during the movie and the boy c o m b u s t s at how completely adorable you look.

His mom has dozens of pictures of you both. She hardcore ships it.

Since y’all have classes at differing times, you’ll sometimes come into his room while he’s on a Zoom call and discreetly put a plate of snacks on his desk to keep him focused. He gives you the softest look whenever you do it’s so precious-

You try to avoid the camera at all costs though, since no one at school knows you’re both dating, let alone currently staying in the same house

One time his classmates asked who was in his room and he choked on air before sputtering out that it was his mother.

To his relief everyone believed it, but after he muted his mic again you were practically wheezing on the other side of the room at how freaked out he got

***

You knock lightly on Izuku’s bedroom door, quietly slipping in when you hear a faint “come in” from the other side. A plate of fruit is balanced in one hand while the other one closes the door behind you, and you are met with the sight of your boyfriend listening to another one of Aizawa’s lectures. He looks a bit tired, with his head propped up on his hand and pencil tapping on his desktop. You smiled to yourself, knowing that this time of the afternoon was around the middle of his daily classes and he was running out of steam - hence the snacks you brought.

You gently place the plate beside Izuku and glance at his screen to find his microphone off. He looks over to you with an appreciative smile before reaching for a piece of honeydew.

“How are you doing, baby?” you ask, giggling when he groans in exasperation.

“Staring at this screen for so long is hurting my brain,” he sighs as he pops the fruit into his mouth. “Thank you for the food.”

“Not a problem. My next class isn’t for another hour so if you need anything else let me know.”

The boy reaches out for your hand, and your eyes briefly flick to the camera to make sure you’re still out of view, but you let him lace his fingers with yours.

“Could you sit with me for a bit then?” he requests, looking up to you with pleading emerald eyes.

You smile softly at his behavior. “Only if I get to have some of this fruit plate.”

“Deal.”

You take up the space on the floor besides Izuku’s chair, leaning your head against his side. His computer’s camera angle only showed him from the shoulders up, and the aspiring pro hero absentmindedly brushed a hand through your hair as he focused back on the lecture. You pulled out your phone to keep yourself occupied while your boyfriend worked during the class, occasionally reaching out to snag another piece of fruit from atop his desk.

The room was filled with the comfortable sounds of pen against paper and the fan whirring softly overhead, and you perked your head up as Izuku answered a question Aizawa had asked a moment prior. The corners of his mouth raised into a small smile when he was deemed correct. You teasingly pressed a quick kiss to his side which caused him to jolt in surprise and glance over to you.

“What was that for?” he chuckled, a hint of a blush adorning his face.

“You got the question right,” you smiled back at him cheekily. “That’s your reward.”

He scoffed playfully. “You’re such a dork.”

“Maybe, but you like that I’m a dork.”

Izuku shook his head with a grin, grabbing a strawberry from the plate on his desk and holding it out to you. You gladly took a bite of the sweet fruit that had been sprinkled with bits of sugar.

“I think I deserve a slightly better prize for answering correctly, though,” he shrugged, lifting the strawberry to his mouth — that was now practically the same shade of red as his face.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” you hummed, eyebrow arched.

“Not sure exactly. I was just thinking out loud.”

“Maybe I’ll kiss you properly when you’re not on a class Zoom call, weirdo.”

“Uh, hey Midoriya? Who are you talking to?”

Both yours and Izuku’s faces morphed into mortified realization at the voice coming from his computer.

He forgot to mute himself after answering Aizawa’s question, getting distracted by your antics. And everyone had just heard him. Flirting with you.

Welp.

The voice who had spoken and saved you two from further embarrassment belonged to Kaminari, and the rest of the class was quick to follow up with their own questions as they unmuted themselves one by one. Izuku looked at you with apologetic eyes, and you only let out a soft laugh and waved your hand nonchalantly, the initial shock of the situation already leaving you. The boy tilted his head in question: ‘want to say hello?’ You nodded in response, standing up so you were now in view of the computer’s camera.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” you laughed awkwardly, watching everyone’s screens as Class 1-A’s jaws dropped.

“Woah, you’re from Class 1-B right?” Kirishima spoke up. You nodded in affirmation.

“What’re you doing at Midoriya’s house?” Asui inquired.

“Midoriya, are you not exercising proper social distancing guidelines?” Iida chimed in, with his typical Class Representative concern.

Izuku was growing more flustered by the second as numerous students bombarded you with questions. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder which seemed to somewhat ease his embarrassment.

Aizawa had decided to use this opportunity to take a nap, saying he didn’t care what you students did so long as the class was done with this little predicament by the time he woke up. So now, the floor solely belonged to you both.

“Alrighty, so I’ll try to keep this short and quick,” you started, looking to Izuku with a small smile. “My parents are doctors at the local hospital and since they wanted to make sure I stayed healthy, I’m currently living at Izuku’s place. Yeah, we’ve been tested and are fine, and yes Iida, we’re still maintaining clean and healthy lifestyles around the house to play it safe. And finally, yes, we are dating. Pretty sure that covers it.”

“Like hell it does!” Mina exclaimed, leaning towards her camera excitedly. She had been missing some long awaited drama. “How long have you two been dating?”

“A handful of months now,” Izuku spoke up, hiding his burning face in your sweater.

“You’re joking! And you didn’t tell anyone?” Momo gasped, quite a fan of the occasional dramatics herself.

“It was kind of a crazy time after the whole summer camp fiasco, so we didn’t feel like bringing it up then would have been right,” you explained, patting the top of Izuku’s head. “After that, we just never really got around to saying anything.”

“So you’re telling me that Midoriya scored a hottie from 1-B and not the rest of us guys?” Mineta huffed. You laughed when Izuku secured his arms around your waist at the comment.

“Mineta, no,” he scolds, although his voice is muffled by the fabric of your clothing.

“Aww, I think someone’s properly embarrassed now,” you cooed. “I should probably be taking my leave then.”

“But there are so many more questions we could ask!” Mina whines, and a number of the students nod in agreement.

You giggle at the class’ curiosity. “Maybe another time. This might be all Zuku can take at the moment.”

The boy in question lifted his head to look at you, blush still alight on his freckled cheeks.

“Sorry about all this,” he apologizes.

You shake your head with a small smile. “It’s all fine and done. Don’t even worry about it. We were going to let them know eventually.”

You take his face in your hands and press a kiss on Izuku’s forehead. He pouts, his eyes averted to his lap. “You missed.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you lean down to peck Izuku’s lips. The gesture is met with a chorus of awwing over the class Zoom call, only opposed by a gagging Bakugo and a salty Mineta.

“Alrighty, that’s enough public affection in front of your friends for today,” you joke, and you leave a furiously blushing Izuku to deal with the rest of the class on his own.

Safe to say you were drowned in cuddles and many, many kisses as soon as the call ended.

[stxleslyds]

Part 2 of my Under the Red Hood Review

Hello! Here I am again with part two of this review, if you want to read the first part I will link it here!

Let’s continue!

Chapter eight gives us a look into the past, to when Jason was stealing the batmobile’s tires, to one of the first times Jason went out as Robin with Batman and everything was wonderful…then one of the scenes from the past show a Jason that may come off as a bit more aggressive on the job, it’s also shown that he does agree that the level of aggression was unnecessary but that the criminal deserved it anyway.

I know that sometimes people get the impression that Jason was an angry and extremely aggressive Robin, which is not correct, he was a sweetheart (and I am referring to Post-Crisis Jason because that’s what is in continuity in this story) just like Dick (he had forty years of being a sweetheart too, Marv Wolfman misses me with that angsty and angry shit) but I think what’s important here is the fact that Jason saw things differently from Bruce and that does not make him a bad Robin, it makes him a Robin with different experiences and as a human being he is allowed to change his views, also let’s be honest, hormones are a bitch so emotions are at an all-time high so he is bound to change. This does not mean that his death was his fault, Jason felt lost and wanted a mother and he made some decisions but Bruce was the adult and he should have paid more attention to him and his behavior so in this house the only ones to blame for Jason’s death will always be the Joker and Batman.  

Rant over.

Back to the issue we see Bruce, who has been doing tests and analyzing the coffin that Jason was supposedly buried in for hours, he is a whole ass mess but at some point in time he reaches a verdict…There was never a body in the coffin.

In chapter nine we meet Davis McCullen and Alfie Tisner who have a sort of meth lab in Black Mask or Red Hood’s territory, they don’t really know, and they also have a friend that is selling drugs to kids so yeah…they are in big trouble.

As I read I expect Hood to kind of appear out of thin air and kill them but that doesn’t happen, Batman is the one that comes crashing through a window and tells them that if they don’t pack their things and move they are dead because there is a wall full of C4 (that Jason implanted), Batman wastes no time and gets to work on disarming the bomb as he does that Jason makes himself known (trough a microphone) and tells the Bat that there is no way he can do it and that he better run too. Bruce says that the building is empty and there is no reason for him to blow it up which Jason is aware of and then suggests that Batman knows how much good it does to put a little fear into people and…boom.

Look at this little shit.

We soon find out that the building belonged to Black Mask, and that is not the only thing that Hood wants off the map, he is shown blowing up one of Masks trucks that is full of weapons. Here we also learn a bit more about his modus operandi, he never steals drugs or weapons for himself, he just destroys them and while they were expecting that behavior in what Hood deemed his territory, he is now doing it everywhere. We also find out that before he was trying to get Mask’s people to work for him but now he just kills them.

He is, however, taking his cut from wherever he can, so maybe he is building his own empire and his move as of now is eliminating the competition. This theory is proven true when Jason in all his glory and with a bazooka shoots Mask’s office floor.

Mask is pissed off and as he is screaming into the wind an angel answers his call…Deathstroke is here and he wants to play. This is not pleasing for Hood or Batman.  

Slade is working with the Society and Mask wants Hood “Serious dead. Head on a pike, guts on the pavement, me wearing a sweater vest made of his skin kind of dead.” So, Slade sends people to take care of the job.

Mask isn’t pleased though, apparently Captain Nazi (???), Hyena and an unknown third party aren’t enough for him but Slade assures him that they will get the job done, no worries.

The attack on Hood comes when some men are trying to send a “message” to him and here is where weirdo one and two bamboozle our boy.

The fight that ensues is good but is overshadowed by what Alfred says behind the scene, he talks about how Jason as Robin told him that Batman and the legend of what he could do didn’t necessarily scare the “dress ups” the way that it scared the street thugs, so as a consequence they were more dangerous, Alfred true to himself tried to explain that the dress ups probably believe different things about Batman but Jason told him something that shocked him, he said “They all know he won’t kill them.” Which is true, you, me and Alfred know it.

As Alfred continues “talking” the fight welcomes a new player, Batman. He narrates the fight and realizes that they need to team up which comes naturally to them both, in a second they are in synch just like they used to back in the cave all those years ago. As the fight is coming to an end the third party arrives…yep Count Vertigo is here, the fight doesn’t last long though, because there is adrenaline and hyenas and scents the fight is over in no time (I am not explaining that fight, it’s so weird). Captain Nazi is the only casualty and Batman isn’t happy but just like Jason I am okay with it, if he had to kill one of them let it be the Nazi.

Jason obviously leaves and taunts the Bat once more.

Alfred ends the monologue by saying that Jason never understood that it wasn’t Batman’s strength or stealth that scared his adversaries but his resolve.  

So, Batman makes a dramatic promise, “Time for this to end.” dun dun duuuuun

Chapter eleven part one opens with Alfred telling us about one of his and Bruce’s hobbies, they used to collect first editions of books and it soon became a tradition that Alfred then shared with both Dick and Jason…so when he finds a package for him and B that says “Just two to add to the pile. Cheers – Jason” Alfred immediately contacts Bruce.

Back to Black Mask, he apparently decided to set up a meeting with his right-hand men, they think that they are there to evaluate the idea of making a deal with Red Hood so he stops messing up their business and they are right! It’s just that the deal was made between Mask and Hood and it consisted in them being killed off.

 “Are you happy?” Roman asks.

“Getting there” Hood answers.

Back with Alfred we are able to see what is in the package. In it there is a lock of green hair with tissue included so yeah, now they know that Jason has the Joker, and he was nice enough to give them an address.

Once again with Mask and Hood well, let me tell you if Hood is just “getting there” then Mask is just not happy. They get into an argument, a big one, Mask says that killing all his right-hand men should be sufficient but Hood says it isn’t. It goes on for a while and Mask loses his marbles completely, apparently he put everything on the line for the deal but Hood really doesn’t give a fuck. A fist connects with Hood’s face and a fight ensues, while they do that they also yell at each other about the proper way of running the underworld, the fear factor, who is prettier, who is the best gangster and who looks better in biker clothing…you know, the important stuff.

I am not undermining the fight, believe me but it’s just that they talk, punch and throw each other across the room a lot. Sacrifice and what they are willing to do for Gotham or better said what they are willing to do TO Gotham are the last things they discuss.

Just as the end of the fight comes, we once again have Alfred talking in the background about the time Jason died and the time Bruce’s parents died and how different the two instances are, Bruce was a little boy and defenseless when his parents died but when Jason died he had everything, the training, gadgets and abilities the only thing that he lacked was time.

And as it turns out that’s about to happen once more…Batman is going to arrive to the place where Jason and Mask are going at it just in time to see Jason drop dead on the floor.

Don’t worry friends Jason isn’t dead (again) it’s just a random dude with a mustache and Mask is pissed about it, what’s new?

Jason is actually with the Joker, and by “with the Joker” I mean being annoyed by the Joker…he is ranting on and on about how he killed him, how good things come in threes like Batman, Robin and himself. At some point Joker decides that the sensible thing to do next is compare Jason still letting him live with Batman’s no killing rule and then to make matters worse compare Jason’s actions as Red Hood with his own.

I absolutely LOVE Jason in this moment, I swear seeing Joker’s smile fade away brings me joy, he tells him exactly what he doesn’t want to hear. Jason isn’t like the Bat he won’t stay and play his game; this man right here just scared the Joker and nobody can’t tell me otherwise.

Back to Batman, he is trying his best to shake Mask off but the man keeps questioning if he knows who the Red Hood is and why did he let him operate in such a brutal way for so long (and affecting his business, poor thing so sad). Batman basically tells him to stop playing victim, he thinks that Mask crossed a line that someone really didn’t want crossed and that at the end of the day he is just another gagster…which is exactly what Hood had said moments ago trough the helmet to Black Mask, in a moment of great intelligence Mask deduces that maybe Batman actually knows exactly who Hood is.

Batman of course doesn’t answer because he thinks he is slick but the cat is out of the bag. Among the ruble of the helmet that just exploded (yeah the helmet had a built in bomb, that detonated after Mask unmasked the mustache man) Batman finds a message from Hood, a place and “you know where”.

The east end, Crime Alley. That’s where Jason takes him because it’s “fitting”, after all it’s the place where they first met.

Jason tells Batman that the Joker is in the building next to them and that he has it wired to blow it up, so Batman being his stupid self says that he won’t let him kill the Joker (come on Jason why do you want to kill the nice clown man, he is such a sweetheart).

The fight between those two is about to start when the scene changes. An attack, a living bomb called Chemo is being dropped (by the Society) in Bludhaven, Nightwing’s city. And Batman has a front row seat to see the show.

Yep, it’s not a good time to make snarky comments Jason; as far as both of them know Dick Grayson is dead. And the emotion in Batman’s face is heartbreaking, we as the readers have seen impossible situations, characters surviving shit that they wouldn’t in real life but characters within comics don’t know that… so, Bruce just saw another one of his sons die. (Dick is alive though, don’t worry)

Now, Jason has been a little shit during the whole story, but do not think for a moment that the situation somehow brings any form of positive emotion within him, what happens is that he sees an emotionally compromised Batman and well, will there ever be a better chance to manipulate him into feeling even worse?

…If Batman leaves, the Joker dies. So, first choice for the Bat, either he goes to what’s left of Bludhaven and searches for Dick or he stays and doesn’t let Jason kill the Joker.

Batman chooses to fight, and once again they start the same dance but this time B has upgraded his gadgets (you will never catch him wearing the same thing twice! Shame on you!) Jason teases him a little bit about the cape and B burns his jacket…

Batman has a whole speech about how Jason won’t be able to save Gotham or be better than him…that he knows that he failed him and is trying not to do it again. But Jason says that the failure he talks about isn’t really were his problem lies.

There we have it. And I would like to ask the same thing, why is the Joker still alive? Would it actually be so bad if he were beaten to death by someone’s bare hands? (Check out Joker: Last Laugh #6 (January, 2002) for a surprise)  

But that’s not the point, Jason is mad because he doesn’t understand and he feels betrayed, if the mad man kills a fifteen-year-old and then continues to kill and you as Batman aren’t willing to break the cycle of:  1) Joker escapes Arkham 2) Joker does something evil 3) Batman fights and captures him 4) Batman sends the Joker to Arkham 4) Arkham is already corrupt and lets him out after a while or he corrupts/kills a few people into letting him out, then what kind of man are you?

Batman obviously has an answer as to why he hasn’t killed Joker yet. He doesn’t do it because it will be too easy and not only that but he has thought about it…not just killing him but torturing him BUT! he won’t. He can’t really, you see, If he does it once maybe he will never stop (there he goes, the man with a resolve of steel) if he walks the dark path once he will walk it forever. Basically, Batman has zero willpower and zero control…my dude no one believes you!!!! Jason doesn’t either but he does have something to say.

Heartbreaking, that’s the only thing I have to say about these panels, these are panels that have always stuck with me. If you want this conversation to reach a whole new level of emotion I suggest you watch Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) it’s an animated movie and Jason Todd is voiced by Jensen Ackles (who plays Dean Winchester in Supernatural) which is probably the best casting ever, Jensen is excellent at showing emotion with his voice. I totally know that probably all of you have seen the movie but it’s so good that I really think it’s worth watching again.

It doesn’t matter how emotional it’s for us, Batman can’t and won’t kill him, not even when Jason slides him a gun…so here comes the second time Batman has to make a choice

And he does, well, he uses a batarang to slice Jason’s throat making him let go off the Joker. Jason falls to the floor, a pool of blood around him. As that happens Joker grabs the gun and aims for the dynamite left there (remember that the building was set to go off) and shoots. BOOM!

And that’s the end. All three of them survive although Batman didn’t know that Jason was going to survive, I mean can he actually tell the future or…maybe I am missing something.

And yes, that was the end, I understand that to some it’s just a shitty ending and I don’t blame you…but to me it’s genius.  

It ends with Batman betraying Jason. They don’t make up, Batman doesn’t try to come to an understanding with him, he just makes a choice, he would rather save the Joker before killing or letting Jason kill him, which is bullshit my friends because Jason has been killing this whole story and B has been aware of it.

Jason appears later in Nightwing issue #118 (May, 2006) to #122 (September, 2006) as Nightwing and with tentacles. Don’t worry, you don’t have to read that. After that he appears here and there but personally, I really didn’t catch up with him up until Batman: Battle for the Cowl.

 Anyway, I am going to end it here, I hope whoever takes the time to read this enjoys it, see you around!

[tipsydipsydo]

Improvisation 💻 [M]

Pairing: Sub! Jin x soft Top! Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: very in detail descripted/graphic sexual content(!); filthy language; swearing; soft Sub-/Dom-Themes (➙ shy but needy and also teasy Jinnie; the Reader is sometimes not the most assertive Dom, Jin's charm kills him 24/7); Cam/Videocall-Sex; Mastubation; Anal Play; Sextoys; Dirty Talk; Praising; light Edging; Mentions of Nudes and Sexting; Mentions of Unprotected Sex (pls stay safe!)

Summary: This wasn't planned. Well, the whole world didn't planned to deal with a damn pandemic in 2020! If everything would have gone "normally", you would be in Seoul with Jin right in this moment and just enjoy that you're finally able to be close to Jin again. But now you two are stucked at home, Jin in his dorm in Seoul and you in your apartement in your town, far away from him. So you have to improvise for now on, how you want to deal with longing emotions and urging sexual desires...

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『Disclaimer: This fanfiction should not trivialize or romanticize the actual situation! This pandemic itself is worse enough. The reasons why I wrote a fanfic about this very difficult and sensitive topic can be found in my Authors Note down below.』

Author's Note:

(Be prepared, it's gonna be a long authors note but it's important! So please read it.)

I hope you all (and your friends and family!) are okay and that you didn't get infected with the corona-virus... or at least getting through your infection in the best way possible!

Like the majoritiy of the world population, I got house detention from our government as well (Okay, I'm already two weeks at home because of school closing).

I know, some other writers already used this special situation to write some stuff for us, so we're not going completely crazy by our boredom.

And yes, I wrote something about this too, this here is my own version of all these coronavirus-quarantaine-caused writings out there ^^°.

I hope, y'all not already sick of it... I know, the "Corona-Topic" is literally everywhere and at some point, you just can't listen to anything, that is related to that theme anymore! (Even when it's really important!)

But like all writers here, I just try to "make the best out of this horrible pandemic" and help you, to get through your quarantaine in the best way.

And when you (or someone of your friends, your family or your relatives) are not in quarantaine and you/they have to go to work, because they're a doctor, a nurse, a pharmacist, a scientist, a police officer, part of the military, an employee of a supermarket/drugstore, a factory worker, a truck driver, a farmer etc, you deserve my biggest respect, really! (And to be honest from the whole world population!)

They try to fight the virus itself or their Job count to the sensitive infrastructure of your country, that's why they all try their best to keep the health care system/the minimum of infrastructure in their country going! All these peoples are amazing and they should know that!

I know, especially in this crisis just a little "thank you" can't help them. All of them need to get paid a lot better for their job and they need suitable protective clothing, masks, sanitizer and so much more. In particular these peoples that have to work directly with infected patients like doctors, paramedics or nurses. 

They need these utensils to take care of infected patients properly (especially in risk groups!) and to protect themselfs as well! That's why I appeal to you, to donate medical face-masks or sanitizer that you or your family bought in an inordinate amount in of panic buying to your local hospital.

There is nothing wrong with having one or two face masks or a bottle sanitizer at home. But you don't need 10 bottles sanitizer or 50 face masks, when you simply stay at home!

Trust me, they'll need it so much more than you. We can't fight the virus when the medical staff themself get infected. All these peoples out there risk their own health, maybe even life for us! In some countries or regions they're already completely overworked and near to a (systematic and mental) break down.

When we could help them with literally doing nothing and staying at home, then please, please, please do it!

I'm not a doctor or a nurse, but I think when everybody follow their government's rules (or in general, the instructions of the WHO) and help the health care system of their country with simply staying at home, we're able to get through this pandemic somehow.

「So in short: This following story should only be a gentle reminder to stay at your fucking home and to follow your government's rules to prevent that the virus spread even more! Okay? Thank you.」

So, now you're allowed to read. Enjoy~💚

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Thank you.

You sigh and play around restlessly with the cable of the charger of your laptop, which is plugged into it and is just in front of you on the bed tray. Even when Jin and you text each other almost every free minute, you get nervous every time he takes a little longer to answer your video call.

The past few weeks have made you an emotional wreck, especially when suddenly the infections in South Korea are skyrocketed. You contacted Jin immediately and asked him, if he, the members, his family and friends were doing well.

And overall, how the situation in Korea is and with which Strategy his government is now going to deal with it.

In the following weeks the virus continued to spread. Every day new states reported their first cases, infections increased in many countries, more and more nations prescribed school closings and national quarantine for almost all citizens. With each new day, the international infrastructure and thus also the economy gradually came to a standstill. Sometimes it feels like the earth has stopped spinning around the sun.

The whole further development of the epidemic, now pandemic, is still absolutely uncertain. Too little is the knowledge about this new virus and his behaviors. No one knows when an effective vaccine will exist.

So there is nothing else you can do but hope for the best and follow the rules of your own government and the instructions of the WHO. That means self-isolation and quarantine at home indefinitely.

That was nothing you had planned... actually you wanted to be in Seoul since three days and at that very moment you would lying tightly wrapped up with Jin in his bed.

Your visit in Seoul had been planned for months, everything was already perfectly organized and arranged, Jin even got a few days off! And now? Now you both are sitting far away from each other in your bedroom and only have the opportunity to do video calls with each other. Again.

Although your vacation were already planned and your Boss agreed, it hasn't been so clear in the past few weeks anymore if you can still take your vacation days due to this current situation.

The economic situation has become increasingly difficult, especially for the international trading company you work for. In the End, the government destroyed your plans anyway by stopping air travel and the legal prohibition of entry and exit of the country.

Of course, you were incredibly angry and frustrated at first, but in retrospect you realized that it was a good decision to do that. At least to slow down the spreading.

If you had flown to Seoul, you might have been infected. Perhaps the virus can only cause you little or even no problems, but you could've negligently infected risk groups.

And, to be honest, if you would have flown to Seoul, that would be just because of pure selfishness. And you don't want to be responsible for for spreading the virus even more.

That was in general the reason, why you decided to basically stay at home for now on. You only go out for grocery shopping once a week. At least, you try  your best not to get infected and therefore not to infect anyone else. And at the same time not to die of boredom.

Although Jin currently has more time than usual, he still has to work and to practice with the other members. When they have finished their daily routine, Namjoon and Yoongi mostly continue their "quarantine" in their studios and Hoseok and Jimin stay in the dance studio a little longer. Here and there Tae and Kookie keep them company and practice their choreography a little bit more with them, before they come back to the dorm and play video games or do other things.

As usual, Jin takes over the cooking and takes the opportunity to talk to you on the phone as much as possible or to facetime with you. Of course, it's nice that you can still spend so much time together with the help of the modern technology. But it cannot replace a real visit.

They've not met each other for a too long time, for too long it has not been possible for you two to kiss, cuddle or exchange carresses with one another... For too long, you both had no sex. And that with two people who have, let's say, a very healthy sex drive. It's awful.

You had tried a few times to get sexually active with Jin in front of the screen. But it seems like it's not his thing at all. Talking a bit here and there via text message about your dirty fantasies is okay for him. And when your Jinnie is really horny, you can also encourage him with some messages to send you a dick pics or a few voice mails where he's masturbating and moan your name in such a sinful way. When you have brought him to this point, you praise him a lot and assure him, how sexy he is ans how hot it is that he sends you such pictures.

Pictures yes, videos no.

When you ask him then, if he would be comfortable with making phone calls or even video chats of this kind of "talk", Jin will backtrack.

He can't really explain it, but he doesn't feel comfortable with presenting himself completely naked in front of the camera and even doing filthy things at the same time.

But you understand what he's trying to tell you. Jin loves it intense and passionately, with an extensive foreplay and good aftercare, but "really freaky stuff" is not his world. Doing sexual things with his partner is very personal to Jin, and he's also an idol, it would be a catastrophe when a video or picture of this kind would get public.

Therefore you fully accept his limits! After all, there is nothing to complain about, sex with Jin is always wonderful and absolutely satisfying!

Only when you are separated from each other again, you hardly know how to deal with your sexual desire. Well, would you have thought that Jin has completely the same problems and your sweetheart is just a little shy, to make naugthy things in front of the camera?...

You gasp in relief when Jin finally accepts the call and greets you with an apology, that it tooks so long. The environment tells you that he is in his room. You assume that he's sitting on his bed and leaning against the wall, the laptop on his lap.

You smile at him affectionately, reassure him that he doesn't have to apologize just because his boyfriend unwillingly becomes a bit overprotective and worries too much. You know that all this is not good, but you just can't switch off worrying about your darling.

Jin smiles a little shyly at you, his cheeks are slightly reddened. You want to ask if he's really okay, but you bite yourself on the tongue quickly. The virus had been the subject of your conversation far too often. Jin can take care of himself, if there is any suspicion that he may have been infected, he will tell you. At least, Jin and BigHit Entertainment will know how to handle it.

"No, no Y/N. Don't worry, I'm just like you... You should hear how the boys talking about me. They say, that I'm overthinking way too much... But you are fine, right? And how are your Parents in your hometown, are there already the first infections?", Jin asks and looks at you with an insistent look, eyebrows knitted in concern.

This here became to a ritual, for now on you talk always the first five minutes about the current situation. No matter whether using text messages, voices mails, phone calls or videocalls. Every day you ask each other whether the infections in your both country has improved or deteriorated, how each other's friends and family are doing, and what measures South Korea and now your country are taking.

After that, your conversation mostly wanders to other topics. It's good to come up with other thoughts as well, so nobody is going completely crazy. As many politicians, doctors and virologists already said, we have no choice but to keep calm and not to panic before we start acting thoughtlessly.

You're just about to start complaining a little bit about all the work you have to do in your home-office when Jin anticipates you.

"Y-Y/N?"

You look back at the screen and see how the initial slight blush on Jin's face has intensified and spread to his ears. In addition, you've noticed a few minutes before that Jin has become a bit restless and keeps moving back and forth. As if his sitting position is uncomfortable.

"Yes? Darling, is something wrong? You seems to be so restless and that something is uncomfortable for you ...", you answer him and look at him questioningly with a concerned frown between your eyebrows. The blush on his cheeks increases a shade darker and now it has completely taken over his ears. God, if you're honest, it's so cute when he's shy and his ears turns red.

"Would you like to know why it took me so long to answer your call... there is... there is a reason for that," Jin says quietly.

In precaution, he looks at his room door again to make sure that it's really locked. Even when everyone else is not in the dorm right now, you'll never know who would opens the door of his room without expecting anything... indecent.

He takes a deep breath before he puts the laptop down on his bed, positions the screen with the camera at the right angle. You can see how Jin's prominent adam's apple starts bobbing nervously. This sight makes you involuntarily biting your lower lip and a warm shiver trickles down your back. 

Fuck, Jin's throat has always been one of your soft spots. This sight is tempting ypu to spread countless hickeys on his soft skin, want to mark him as your boyfriend. Because he's an idol, you always have to hold back with your little kink, because a dark love mark can't even cover up the best make-up really well.

But sometimes you just can't hold back or you just forgot that you should do it. Like when Jin's moaning and whimpering is so damn sexy, it makes you addicted to wanting to hear it again and again. Besides that, responds so wonderfully to your touch...

You going to be ripped out of your lewd thoughts when Jin turns with his back to you and his precious butt is now on the same level with your eyes. A completely confused expression manifests on your face. What the-

"I-I have a little surprise for you... I hope you like it...", says Jin in a trembling voice and hooks his two thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Your next breath gets stuck in your throat as your boyfriend pulls his sweats and boxer briefs at the same time down.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your lips open, you want to say something, but no sound comes out of your mouth. You're absolutely speechless. Your sweet, innocent Jin...

Between his perfectly round buttcheeks is a metal buttplug, gemmed with a beautiful turquoise-blue jewel. You had never used toys in your sex life before. Jin is more of a fan of getting fingered extensively from you until he's prepared and relaxed enough to take you slowly all way in.

And now, this beautiful buttplug is enclosed in the most erotic and sinful way by your sweet, rosy musclering.

Fuck, if you only could be with Jin right now, to be able to admire this plug with a closer look, to pull it out of Jin and tease his hole a little bit with the tip of the plug.

You're so fascinated and immersed in admiration that you don't notice how Jin is getting nervous and insecure. You still haven't said anything, even though a minute has passed.

"Y-Y/N?", Jin asks in an unsettled voice. He's already about to turn around and pull his pants up again, when life comes back into your body and you answer him hastily.

"No, no, no! Please stay in this position! Fuck, baby... I don't know what to say... You are so damn sexy!", you're stuttering, you just can't take your eyes from his plug.

"But please explain to me... why... why are you doing things like that? And where did you get the plug? I-I mean, fuck, that's so damn sexy, I'm the happiest man in the world and I wish, I'd with you right in this moment and could tease you a little bit with this cute little plug... but why? I thought such things in front of the camera makes you uncomfortable? Please don't do such things only for me! Just because I'm so fucking horny today again! Please don't do it because you-", but then Jin interrupts your babbling.

When you got out of the shower this morning and looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help it but send Jin a picture of you shirtless, hoping to get him involved in a bit of spicy and horny texting. You've the feeling that this quarantine and the canceled visit makes you horny 24/7. You don't want to admit it, but fuck. You need Jin so much.

"I wanted to try this for a long time... for months it kept coming back to my mind. I was frustrated by myself when you tried to encourage me to do something sexual in videos or directly live in front of you but always pull back again. Because... because... I don't know it clearly. I wanted to do something with you, I-I had countless fantasies about it in my mind... I wanted to be sexy for you, to make you moan and curse with my s-sight... b-but I think, I was just too shy every time. I felt so awkward and ridiculous doing things like that in front of the laptop. Such things that the two of us usually only do together on our own. I was embarrassed by myself... ", Jin mumbled and is glad, that at this moment you only see his butt and not his crimson red face.

Your eyes grew round like bowling balls, filled with disbelief.

"W-What? So that means... you wanted to do these things all day, but you were just too shy? Because you thought you would be awkward and weird?"

"Y-Yes. I want to do... naugthy stuff with you while videocalling... Fuck, Y/N, I miss you so much! I miss your kisses, your hugs, your soft carresses, your tender kisses on my body. Our foreplay, when you gently prepare me and finger me open for you... I-I miss our sex so much and just mastubation with my hand isn't satisfying anymore! I want you... I need you so bad... ", says Jin. Starts whimpering at the last of his sentences.

With these words, a deep growl comes from your throat and some curses leaves your lips, your pants has become so damn tight at the center.

"Fuck, baby, I know. I know how you feel, I feel the same way! I want you so bad, I was looking forward to seeing you again. Fuck, this damn pandemic."

You push the bed tray with the laptop a little away, impatiently you unbuckle your belt and opens your pants. Your cock needs a little more freedom in this moment.

When Jin hears your words and the rustling of fabric, realize how worked up you already are, he immediately feels a little bit more confident. He moves a little closer to the laptop and offers you an even better view. He bites his lower lip in anticipation of what finally seems to follow after such a long time.

"Jin... would you be okay with it to pull your butt cheeks apart so that I can see the plug... a little bit better?", you ask in a husky growl, teasing your hard erection through the thin fabric of your boxers.

By this question, a soft whimpering comes over Jin's lips, with trembling hands he reachs back and placing each one on a butt cheek, pulling them slowly apart to give you the sight you desire for.

"Fuck, Jin Baby, that's so sexy. You're so, so damn sexy! Do you even know how all of this here is turning me on? God, you're killing me!", you groan and rubbing instantly harder over you clothed, rock hard dick.

A little smirk appeared on Jin's lips. When he's already killing you right know, how should you survive these other things that Jin planned for tonight...

"Honey, would you like it when I pull that plug out of me and gonna finger myself... w-while you can watch me?", Jin asks you sweetly with a slightly shaking voice. The thought alone let Jin's own erection twitch.

Oh fuck, Jin is going to be your death someday.

"Please, Baby... I would be so thankful when you allow me such a view. Letting me watch how you please yourself...", you answer in a breathy, hoarse voice and let your head fall back against the wall.

Closing your eyes for a moment, try to prepare yourself mentally for what coming next. This Show, Jin will give you, will be surely unbelievable sexy... but also an absolute torture for you.

You're usual the one with a leading hand in your relationship when it comes to bedroom stuff. But you have to admit, that you're not the most assertiv Top... and Jin knows way too well, where to find and to press your soft spots.

Sometimes it comes to the point that Jinnie is wrecking you more than you him! You think, that your Darling kinda loves the thought to make your knees weak instead of his. And to be honest... you loves it so fucking much, when your big shy bean find his self confidence again and tease the shit out of you, just saying, that he just wants to please you.

As you hear a soft whimper coming out of the speakers of you Laptop, you startle and your eyes snaps open immediatly. A little groan get out of you throat, that rises up from the deepest place of your chest. God, it shouldn't be allowed to be so fucking attractive, you think.

Jin pulled a latex glove of his right hand and is about to reach back to his most precious places, to grab the gemmed base of his plug. His left hand pull his buttcheek a little bit away to give you an amazing view of his action.

Your Boxer briefs has literally a tent at your crotch now and your cock twitch at the sight, is angrily fighting to be finally completely free. God, you're such a bastard for very detailed graphics... like the view Jinnie is giving you now.

You yank your Jeans and your Boxers with a curse down. Gripping your hard length and squeezes it with a firm grip, when you see Jin's rosy, seductively glistening muscle ring stretching open as your Boyfriend pulls the plug slowly out of himself.

He's panting fast when he let the plug fall on a towel beside him and his left hand leaves his butt. His upper body flops down onto the mattress and now, your Jinnie presents himself in the most erotic way you could imagine.

Ass up, sticking his butt out into the air and let you admire his sweet hole, slightly stretched my the plug, clenching around nothing in anticipation for the promised play session that will follow now.

Jin lets his lower body sink down as well, laying on his stomach and turning onto his right side. Allow you a little glance of Jin's adorably pink flushed cheeks and the red tips of his ears. This sight makes your heart and stomach flutter, blushy Jin while doing naughty stuff is just... hitting all of your soft spots in one tour.

He pulls his upper leg, his left leg up to his chest and positions himself comfortably, while he's pouring a good amount of lube onto his latex gloved fingers. Then he's reaching back again.

The pad of Jin's middle finger teases gently his entrance, his body is still moving until he founds a really comfortable position. After the tip of his finger disappeared in himself, the whole length of his finger sinks into his sweet hole as well. Let you watch, how he'll finger himself, enjoying himself, feeding his own desire, give him this desperately needed pleasure when you can't unfortunately. And fuck... that's so hot!

After he needs a short moment to adjust, he starts pumping his middle finger in and out. At first slowly, then faster and faster. Jin is getting even needier when the pleasure of his finger-play arise more and more. It didn't took long until he allows his ring finger to glide into his hot walls as well.

After a few thrusts of his hand, he begins to spread his two fingers apart, scissoring and stretching his sinful tight asshole open, let you watch the movements of his fingers very well.

You're gulping and breathing audibly out of your nose, a longing, slightly even desperate hum leaves your throat. You want to be at Jin's side, want to watch him in real.

You want to see, how he's stretching himself open for your cock, moaning and whimpering you name. You want to touch him. You want to grip his thigh and his left ass cheek firmly, give it a gentle slap and pull the soft flesh up to get a closer look.

Admiring how wonderful his fingers fucking himself, how rapidly he's slamming them into his hole, his noises getting even more whiny and desperate. His hips starts to circle, loud breathy and high pitched moans leaving his lips when his fingertips reaching for a second this sweet spot deep inside of him.

But just for a tiny moment, there is not enough stimulation for your needy Boy. Especially when he knows how good he could feel, when he remember the times when you teased his prostate.

Your thumb grazing again and again over your angry red, precum leaking crown, teasing yourself. The urge is enormous to just jack off in a brutal fast pace to finally satisfy the barely standable desire, that grows in your abdomen.

Your eyes don't leave the screen when you reach to your beside table and pull the first drawer open, searching uncoordinated with your hand in there. You curse under breath when you finally perceive the things you searched for, but can't grab them.

If you want or not, your eyes have to leave the erotic sight of Jin's figure for a moment, when you want to get your needed things out of the drawer.

You bend quickly over to the side, fishing the lube and your fleshlight out of your nightstand. You use this helpful toy when there is not enough friction to get you off or... when you're freaking horny... when you just want to fuck Jin right in that moment.

With it, you can better imagine how you'd be pounding into Jin, laying his legs over your shoulders and gripping his thighs. Let Jin whimper and beg until you allow him to touch his own cock to be finally able to cum. Imagine, how his hot walls gripping your cock tightly, literally squeezing and cock milking you until it's too much and you shoot you load of white, creamy cum deep inside of him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You need him so, so freaking bad right now, it drives you crazy!

When you turn back to your Laptop, Jin is panting heavingly and pulls his fingers out of himself right in that moment, throwing the used latex glove into the trash can next to his bed. Now you're the one who starts whining.

"Baby, why just stopped fingering yourself? Fuck, that was so damn hot and I love to see that, why-", you ask him, eyebrows pulled together in desperation and frustration.

Jin's body is trembling, he's panting fast and gasps for breath leaves his red swollen lips. He need a bit time to collect himself again and to be able to anwer you in a throaty voice.

"T-There is another surprise I prepared for you...", he's stuttering slightly and grab his laptop to place you with it in his desk. You're confused, again.

He goes back to his bed, step out of his pants completely now and pulling his green sweater over his head.

Now he's standing in his bare, naked full glory infront of the camera, let you gasp for breath. God, he's beautiful. His body reminds you always of these greek sculptures, his beauty is absolutely beyond all descriptions.

You can't describe him. You have to see him.

He grabs for the bottle of lube and lays it next to you, well, his laptop, on his desk. Without a word, you follow his actions, don't dare to say anything. Even when you two are not in the same room, there is a thick sexual tension between Jin and you through your laptops.

"Y/N... can you close your eyes for a moment? Until I say you can look again?", Jin says in a quiet voice. Looking at you through the camera in dark pupils full of lust and with pleading eyes, to just follow his appeal without asking.

Well, you wanted to protest but with this sight you close your mouth again and nod slightly, closing your eyes as well.

You hear some footsteps, something rumbles like he's moving something around. You knit confused and questioningly your eyebrows together, but you don't say anything. These noises disappears and silence returns to the speakers of your laptops. Just here and there you can hear some soft footsteps of Jin.

Suddenly, out of nowhere you can hear a long, broken moan of Jin that is followed by a soft, sweet "Oh my God, yes!" and a shaky, but so sensual hum that comes out of Jin's Chest.

"B-Baby... Y-You can open your eyes again..."

Even when you opened your eyes again, you can't believe them. That has to be a fucking dream, right?

You squint your eyes more than one time, your jaw dropped and you can't bring any proper sentences over your lips, starts babbling nonsense.

"O-Oh my holy fuck!... Jin, oh fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, you can't kill me like that! Y-You can't do this to me, I'll going completely crazy to see you like that... Fuck, Jin Baby, I want you so bad... Oh God, that's so sexy. You're so goddamn sexy."

Jin is sitting with the back to you on a chair with a flat seating surface, gripping moaning and whimpering the edge of the backrest tightly. Lifting himself slowly up and lower his body with the most delicious and tantalizing hip circles again.

Bouncing at first slow, then faster and faster on this transparent pink silicone dildo that is placed with a suction-pad on the seat.

Let you watch how good he can take this fake cock in his tight ass after he prepared himself with fingerfucking so well. How he lowers himself down, stuffing the dildo inch for inch into his stretched and needy hole, filling himself up with this silicone dick.

The way, how he's riding this dildo in front of the camera, so needy and desperate...

The way, how all these moans and whimpers flowing over his lips without any shame...

Let you guess, how much he needed you too, how bad he needed to get fucked by your cock again.

It shows you how much he's missing the sex with you.

You can't see his face, but the red tips of his ears. You don't know why, but it turns you so fucking much on, to see Jin's blushing face.

To see, how he's a little bit embarrassed for being so needy but at the same time he's riding this dildo so fucking desperate, can't stuff enough of this plastic cock into his greedy hole. Bouncing up and down on this dick, moaning your name like he's riding you in this moment, instead of this fake dick.

Let you see, how he would bouncing on you, how he would fucking you when you would be at his side.

And this... this so goddamn sexy that you have the feeling that you'll go insane by your desire for him.

"Jin, Baby... turn around. I want to see your face when you cum. I want to see your blushy face. Flushed red, caused by your embarrassment for doing filthy things in front of the camera, right?", you ask him breathless, a little teasing smirk.

Jin whine and when he hesitatingly turn around, you see that he got even redder. God, your precious baby is so shy doing dirty things with you... you love it!

While he's turning around and re-positioned himself above the dildo, you hastily prepare your rock hard cock and the fleshlight with lube. When Jin sinks down on that dildo, you enter with a deep groan the fleshlight.

The fleshlight is only a poor comfort when you know how tight and hot Jin's walls really are. But you see Jin with the same unsatiesfied desire when he's bouncing on that damn fake dick. Jin knows, how wonderful your cock, only your cock, stretch his ass in all perfect places open and filling him up to the maximum.

But still, it's definitely better than nothing! You'll go through this time together until you're finally able to lay in each others arms again.

You hear in Jin's whines and his needy face expression shows you that he gets closer and closer to the edge, but it's not enough to cum. He's about to wrap his hand around his hard, precum leaking dick, when you start lecturing him.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh! Baby, you know the rule, right? You're not going to touch your cock until I say so, is that clear? You know the reason? Hm?", you say in a harsh, dominant voice and raise an eyebrow.

Jin bite down on his plushy and swollen lip, try his best not to let a whine out. Jinnie's face full of desperation and sexual need is one of your favourite views... that's pure art.

"Y-Yes... I-I'm not allowed to touch myself until you're close too, so we can cum together...", he whimper with a broken voice.

"That's right, Darling... so please wait a little bit longer... for me, yeah?", you wisper in a gentle tone into the microphone of the laptop.

The longer Jin wasn't allowed to touch his dick, the more whinier he got, bouncing breathlessly up and down on his dildo. But exactly that turned you even more on and your hand, with which you hold the fleshlight moved even faster. So it doesn't took much time that you're on the cliff to cum too.

You enjoy how Jin looks at you since the last three minutes. So fucking desperate and needy, impatiently waiting at your sign that he's allowed to touch his cock and jack himself off.

A thin layer of sweat is covering his skin, his bangs sticks to his forehead, plush lips are red from chewing. His chest rises and falls quickly, Jin's breathing is fast. His fingers are clawed on the edges of the seat, his arms supporting him while riding the cute transparent, pastel pink silicone cock.

Your gaze move lower in his body, a satisfied smirk spread in your lips when you see his thick long cock twitching whenever he fills his ass with the dildo up to the base. The crown of his dick is red and precum is spread all over his stomach and the top of his thighs. His plump balls, completely full of delicous cum are shacked up to his body. They're just waiting for release and to be finally able to let the load shoot all over Jinnie's stomach and chest.

You love the sight. Even when you're not there, at the end you're still able to make a complete mess out of your sweet Boy.

Now, you think, he should be allowed to cum.

"Now, Baby...", you said with a teasing smirk and you're literally bathing in satisfaction when Jin gasps in relief and immediatley wrapping his hand into a fist around his cock. He just needed a few rubs until he cum with a high-pitched whine that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a sob. God, he's so messed up.

This sound alone let you blow your load into your fleshlight.

Jin's orgasm seems to be strong, the waves of pleasure leaves his body trembling and oversensitive. He flinch when he's about to get up from the dildo and takes it out of his super oversensitive hole.

God, he's so fucking beautiful when he's messed up.

"Baby, this was undescribable sexy... we should do it more often, definitely! Who know's when we're able to see each other in real life again? Hm, what do you think, Jinnie?"

Jin is gulping, his adams apple bobs in damn attractive way and then, he's nodding with bright red cheeks.

"Yes... please."

Okay, with this fanfic here I've fulfilled my educational responsibility as a fanfic writer!😂😅

[jamaisvuandyou]

Please Dry My Eyes: Part 2

Description: Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have had a running streak of bad luck, but Jin isn’t sure what to make of this one: His old friend’s trickery that leads to him being the new father of a little toddler, Jeon Jungkook.

Posted: 05/28/2020

WARNING: Brief mentions of suicide.

Angst: 2,068 words

A/N: Sorry it’s so late, someone on Ao3 demanded I update soon and so my brain rebelled against me. And I’ve had a busy week.

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Jin still felt like he could use a drink, or eight.

Hoseok gingerly tested the couch. “He left a note, right?”

“Yeah. He said the pressure was too much. Said that everything would be better off, everyone would be better off. Said there were some videos for his son on the flash drive in his desk. Apologized to him and me. Basically told Jungkook's mother’s parents to F-off because he wasn’t going to let them abuse Jungkook the way they did his mother.”

“Wow. That’s it? That’s all he wrote?”

“There were more expletives and a long winded argument as to why they shouldn’t fight the arrangements he’s made. He was a lawyer. Had to make sure his work wasn’t fought.” Jin rubbed his forehead, panic welling up in him. He was a parent now and he wasn’t even the one who had gotten the girl pregnant.

“There. That was the last box. We’re all moved in. It’s kind of sad that we can pack and unpack our belongings in less than a day.” Hobi had arranged the few house decorations that they had on the coffee table and side tables. 

After rushing to the scene with Yoongi last night, and giving statements to the police until the wee hours of morning, they’d gone home, slept for half an hour before Yoongi had to rush to work, then Jin and Yoongi spend a few hours packing up and the last hour unpacking in the new place. Thankfully, Hobi’s friend from the dance studio had a car and had been more than happy to help transfer their things. But most of their furniture they just took to the dumpster.

They hadn’t given Hoseok the full details, partially because it was horrific and Jin just couldn’t deal with it yet and partially because they were both so exhausted that Hoseok just let them leave it at that until about fifteen minutes ago when Jin finally started explaining everything. Hoseok had only mildly inquired about what was going on, and Jin figured he needed to at least know the important bits.

“Your shoes working for you?”

Hoseok looked up at him warmly. “Yeah. Thanks, Hyung. I know you were buying them before all of this happened. It means a lot. Really.”

Jin just patted his arm. “You needed them.”

“We also needed food and coffee, but you got me the shoes.” Hobi hugged him, not satisfied.

Jin just smiled and laughed a little.

That made Hoseok smile up at him. “There. Better. You looked like you were ready to jump off a building in panic.”

Jin winced, the image of blood popping up in his mind.

“Oh…” Hobi squeezed tighter. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”

Jin just nodded, sighing shakily. “If I had paid attention…”

“Hyung, he was determined. He would have ended up somewhere they could monitor him and he could convince them that he was fine and then what? There’s nothing you could have done.”

“I enabled him.”

“Jungkook will be better off with you, Hyung. I know he will.”

Jin leaned against his younger for a moment, uncertain of everything that was ahead of him.

The doorbell rang.

They looked at each other and then Jin got up and answered it. “Hello.”

“I’m Namjoon, Jungkook’s caseworker. And this—“ he looked at the toddler in his arms. “Is Jungkook.”

Jin smiled. “Hi, Jungkook.”

“Jinnie,” he murmured, looking quizzical.

Jin blinked in surprise. “Yeah, I’m Jinnie.”

Jungkook smiled and shyly reached out for him.

Jin smiled again as he took the toddler into his arms. “Hey, buddy. You know who I am?”

“Jinnie,” he mumbled again, tucking his face into Jin’s shoulder and clutching his shirt tightly.

“From what I understand, his dad has been showing him pictures of you. Saying you’re his uncle.” Namjoon looked stressed. “How long ago did you actually find out? Because he filed everything a week ago, but he was pretty insistent about not bothering you until everything was certain.”

Jin debated silently on how to answer.

“It won’t change anything. The paperwork is solid and your background check came up clean. There was your recent job, but he informed me of it yesterday and said that you weren’t actually at fault. Jungkook is yours. Completely. Provided you don’t become an unfit guardian.”

Jin sighed. “He asked me yesterday. He sent me fake contracts so I could read through them and had me sign the ones he actually wanted me to sign. I trusted him. When we realized…” he swallowed hard. “It was too late. His lawyer said we were clear to move in here since everything was official and submitted before he died.”

Namjoon just nodded. “Here’s my phone number. For now you need to call me whenever he needs to see the doctor. You don’t need to call for his appointment this Friday. It was scheduled before. More like, if he gets sick or hurt, just so that I can make sure that he’s being properly taken care of and keep on top of paperwork.”

Jin took his card, and stepped aside so Namjoon could set Jungkook’s diaper bag down.

“The rest of his stuff is in my trunk.”

“I’ll help you,” Hoseok said. “I’m Jin’s roommate, Hoseok. Or, I guess I’m his tenant now.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Roommate. I’m already freaking out, don’t threaten me with the stress of having you pay me rent.”

Namjoon chuckled sympathetically.

Jin watched the cute toddler peek out at him sleepily, before rubbing his face back into Jin’s shoulder. Jin gently rubbed Jungkook’s back, noticing how much Jungkook relaxed with it.

Hoseok and Namjoon brought in two suitcases.

Namjoon slid one open partially and pulled out a stuffed animal. “This is his Nunny and Jungkook can’t sleep without it.”

Jin took the bunny when Jungkook looked around at the name of his toy, tucking it in between Jungkook and himself. He smiled when he saw Jungkook smile a very little before his eyes slipped shut and he was out like a light.

Jin closed his eyes, rubbing the boys back and savoring the warmth he radiated.

Namjoon looked through something on his phone, then went into the diaper bag and pulled out a picture frame containing a photo of Jungkook’s parents in it. “I’m sure there are more photos somewhere, but I thought it was important he have at least one of both of them together.

Jin nodded. “Thanks.”

Hoseok took it, setting it on a shelf that they had no chance of filling considering they’d unpacked just about everything they owned.

“Alright, if you have any questions or problems, just give me a call. I’ve been working with Jungkook for a while and he can be a little particular.” He checked on the boy in Jin’s arms one last time, then looked at Jin. “Really though, I can tell you’ll be good for him. He hasn’t fallen asleep that easily since I don’t know when. He does walk a bit, but his speech is a little behind as well as some of his fine motor skills. He still struggles to feed himself, but he’s getting better.”

“Alright, I’ll work with him on that.”

“Okay then, I’m off. Good luck.” Namjoon seemed a little hesitant to leave, but stroked Jungkook’s head one last time before heading out the door.

Hoseok shut the door, having followed Namjoon out for a moment. “So, you’re a dad now.”

Jin shivered. “He’s so small, Hoseok.”

Hoseok nodded, coming close and stroking the boy’s hair. “Namjoon is right. You’ll be good for him. I’m going to take his suitcases to his room. You want me to unpack?”

“No, I want to do it so I can find everything easily when you’re at work tomorrow.”

“Good point. Just sit down. Cuddle your kid.” He chuckled. “Oh God, hyung. Your kid.”

“My kid. My Jungkook. That’s a mouthful.”

“JK?”

“Mmm, I was thinking Kookie,” Jin countered, sitting down on the couch (it’s been forever since they had a couch and he was so excited) and relaxing so he could hold Jungkook properly. The toddler was sound asleep, one of the bunny ears gripped tightly in one of his hands and Jin’s shirt in the other. “I’m sure we’ll probably use both as he grows.”

Hoseok sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”

“I know. I’ve gotten used to your elbow in my side, and Yoongi stealing the covers. We can ease out of it, I think.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” He headed toward the door and opened it just as Yoongi was getting ready to knock. “It was unlocked.”

“Oh. Whoa,” He looked around with surprise. He took off his shoes before taking a few tentative steps in. He looked at a loss for words, finally settling with, “Our stuff must look so out of place here.”

“Mostly things just look empty,” Hoseok answered. “Glad there was a bed though, because ours literally fell apart while we were transporting it out of the apartment and a spring came through our mattress. So, hope you’re okay with the mattress that was here. We also decided to just throw out most of the other furniture. Kept the dining room table. Oh, and hyung being a dad is already weird.”

Yoongi nodded, then saw Jin and the curled up toddler. “He’s even smaller than I imagined. What’s his name again?”

“Jungkook.”

“Right. Um, do you want me to make lunch?”

“That’d be great, Yoongi,” Jin replied, smiling. There was something really soothing about holding Jungkook so close as he slept. Feeling his even breaths and the beating of his heart. The quiet little sounds he made now and then.

“You look ready for a nap,” Hoseok chuckled softly.

“I feel ready for one. But I’m getting hungry and this one will be hungry sooner or later. Something simple. Maybe a grilled cheese?” He needed a nap, honestly. He’d been going since yesterday and his nap this morning wasn’t exactly enough to satisfy his need for sleep.

“Can do.” Yoongi got a good look at Jungkook and smiled. “He’s cute.” Then he headed into the kitchen to make lunch.

Jin smiled down at the kiddo, then kissed the ultra-soft baby hair. He was adorable, and so very soft and squishy.

Jungkook stirred, blinking up at Jin and then pulling his Nunny closer and peeking out at the world. “Jinnie.”

Jin pressed a kiss to the boy’s chubby cheek. “Are you hungry, Jungkookie?”

He nodded cutely, lips puckering cutely as he curiously watched Yoongi and Hoseok move around the kitchen.

“You want to go see what Yoongi and Hoseok are making?” Jin asked, getting up. If he didn’t move he was going to fall asleep, and that would throw him off for the rest of the evening.

Jungkook nodded again, hand turning into a fist around Jin’s shirt.

Jin chuckled and carried him to a kitchen. “Hobi, Yoongi, look who’s awake.”

Hoseok turned and smiled. “Ah! Hi, Jungkookie!”

Jungkook gasped and buried his face in Jin’s shoulder and neck, bringing up his bunny to hid behind as well.

Jin gave him a little squeeze. “It’s okay, Jungkook. Hobi is just happy to see you.”

“I wanted to play with you later, if that’s okay,” Hoseok said softly. “We can go play outside.”

Jungkook shook his head, not even peeking out.

Jin exchanged worried looks with the other two. “Okay, well, we can play with your Nunny later if you want.”

Jungkook just whined a bit and wiggled in Jin’s grip. He wiggled until Jin set him down, still clinging to Jin’s sleeve, but standing and looking around poutily. He looked up at Jin, lip wobbling and arms going up.

Jin sighed, but smiled as he picked up the toddler. “You’re just not sure about any of this, are you, kiddo?” He pressed a little kiss to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Jinnie,” He mumbled, clutching the collar of Jin’s shirt. “Nunny?”

“It’s on the floor. We’re going to have dinner. Some yummy grilled cheese and some applesauce.”

Hoseok picked it up and handed it to him so he wouldn’t have to try and pick it up.

“Ju?”

Jin thought for a moment. “Ju-ice?”

“Ju,” Jungkook nodded.

“Okay, I think I have some orange juice, how does that sound?”

He looked up at Jin, blinking, wet eyes looking completely lost.

“Well, we’ll just try it. You want to sit next to me, Jungkookie?” He offered, heading to the high-chair that had been in the closet but now sat beside the table.

Jungkook just mumbled Jin’s name again, but didn’t protest when Jin put him in the highchair. He just sort of looked at the table of the high chair and watched Jin as he got the sippy cup of juice, the container of applesauce, and the plate with the grilled cheese sandwich.

Jin sat down beside Jungkook, setting the cup and applesauce down.

“Can he feed himself?” Yoongi asked.

“We’re about to find out,” Jin answered, putting the spoon into the applesauce.

Jungkook grabbed the spoon, but was playing with it more than eating.

Jin hummed to himself, gently taking the spoon from Jungkook and feeding him a bit of applesauce.

Jungkook readily opened his mouth to take it.

“Yeah, don’t think he knows how to feed himself yet. Are you sure you can feed him the grilled cheese sandwich?” Hoseok asked, taking a seat with his own sandwich.

“Could you cut it up into small bites while I feed him the applesauce?”

He nodded, sitting and taking a knife to the sandwich.

“What should we do for dinner, hyung?” Yoongi asked, checking the cupboards.

“Rice, and whatever else we can think of. I don’t know, I don’t think I was as ready as I thought.” Jin shook his head and helped Jungkook eat another spoonful of applesauce.

“Jinnie,” Jungkook continued to babble Jin’s name between bites, seeming at least a little happy. But Jin still wanted to see the boy smile.

“You’ll figure it out, hyung. We all will,” Hoseok said optimistically, hugging Jin’s shoulders and head from behind.

Jin’s eyes widened as Jungkook burst into tears and made grabby hands at Jin without any sort of explanation. Just a continued wail of “Jinnie!”

Yoongi covered his ears while Jin tried to calm the child. “Sooner rather than later, hopefully.”

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[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Seungcheol: Stubborn (Part Four)

Characters: Seungcheol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff

Word count: 1,755

Summary: You’ve heard the stories your relatives told you about werewolves when you were younger, but you always thought it was just a scare tactic to make kids behave. Well, up until you woke up in a den full of werewolves.

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As you sat on the counter, letting your legs lightly swing back and forth, you saw a smirk creep up onto Seungcheol’s face as he helped Junhui make food for those who hadn’t eaten lunch yet. Seungcheol lightly jabbed the younger wolf in the side and whispered something in his ear, earning an eye roll from him.

“What?” you asked, sounding a little annoyed. You didn’t really like feeling out of the loop, especially when you were still the newcomer here.

Junhui was the one to reply to you with a quick shake of his head, “It’s just Mingyu and Danbi.”

“They used to sneak off all the time to be alone together,” Seungcheol explained further when the confusion didn’t leave your face, “but since Wonwoo isn’t here…”

You were easily able to fill in the blanks after that. With their enhanced hearing, they could probably hear everything. Even you knew Danbi and her mate would be getting teased a lot in the near future.

“If he marks her, you know Wonwoo will probably rip his throat out,” Jun chuckled, although just the thought of having two wolves fighting again made him look tired.

“Eh, he’s still clueless even after last night, so maybe not,” Seungcheol shrugged. “I wonder if he’ll ever get over this overprotective thing.”

You were lost in this conversation, not understanding anything. What was marking and why would Wonwoo be upset about it? Was that just another term for what Mingyu and Danbi were doing right now?

Jun saw the look on your face and turned to Seungcheol, seeming a little afraid. He tapped the alpha on the shoulder to get his attention before gesturing to you.

Knowing he liked to dance around your questions, you decided to just ask, “What does that mean, ‘if he marks her’?”

Seungcheol sighed, setting the knife he was using to cut up meat with. He knew he’d have to explain everything to you eventually, so maybe it was better to do it now than later.

“When a wolf finds its mate,” he began slowly, running a hand through his dark hair, “they...mark them. Basically, it shows all other wolves that that person belongs to them.”

“So…a territorial kind of thing?” you asked.

Seungcheol nodded, “Exactly.”

“How do you mark your mate?”

“Oh boy…” Junhui mumbled. Judging from how you reacted to everything else the day before, he was sure you would throw a fit over this too.

“What?” you whined, pouting at the foreign wolf. “Isn’t it just like, love bites and stuff?”

Jun just scoffed, “Literally.”

Seungcheol just shot him warning glare as he walked closer to you, “Well, it’s…a little different than how you humans like to mark up your partners. We do leave a mark, yes, but we...bite...our mates. It hurts for only a moment, and we always do it when our mate says they’re okay with it.”

Normally, yes, you would’ve run away screaming. But since you didn’t have a wolf imprinting on you to worry about, you just sat on the counter and looked back at Seungcheol with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

“Is that associated with sex or something?” you wondered, considering it was brought up when they had mentioned Mingyu and Danbi.

“Usually, yeah. It distracts from the pain.”

Jun suddenly looked up from what he was doing, looking between you and Seungcheol, “Should I…leave?”

Seungcheol turned his attention back to the member of his pack, chuckling, “What, you can handle hearing one of your brothers do it but you can’t stand listening to someone talk about it?”

Minghao entered the kitchen with Joshua behind him, the younger of the wolves giving you a warm smile as they entered. You mustered up the best smile you could as Joshua walked up to you, crouching down in front of you as his hands gingerly wrapped around your left ankle.

“Is it okay if I check your ankle?” he asked, looking up at you with cat-like eyes.

You’d completely forgotten about your injury since the wolves had healed it -- you still didn’t know how that happened -- but you nodded anyway. Joshua carefully pressed his fingers to your bones, seeming to watch your face for any sign of pain. It was a bit sore in one place but it wasn’t anything too bad. It only hurt when he pressed on it, almost like a bruise.

“Is she okay?” Seungcheol asked, watching Joshua intently.

He nodded, standing up from his position, “Yeah. I’m really surprised she didn’t hurt it again when she was walking around in the forest this morning.”

“Oh yeah,” Minghao turned away from where he was looking over Seungcheol’s cutting board to you, “_____, would you mind telling me about the girl you saw in your dream?”

You didn’t really know why Minghao wanted to know. You did remember that Seungcheol had sent Danbi off to ask him something after you spoke of the girl you saw in your dream, but you didn’t know why he had to be involved. No matter the case, you told him about her anyway as the other wolves in the kitchen listened intently. Once you were done, their golden eyes flickered to Minghao.

He nodded slowly, “Okay… Do you remember what color her eyes were?”

“Light, light blue,” you told him. “Almost white.”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, that’s my Jia.”

“Who’s Jia?”

The question seemed to make Seungcheol fidgety, so he went back over to where he was cutting up meat. This left room for Joshua to step closer to you to explain, as he gave an oddly teasing look to the alpha.

“Jia is Minghao’s mate,” Joshua explained, leaning his back against the counter beside you. “She’s special, though. They can’t physically be together but they see each other in their dreams at night.”

“Sounds cheesy, right?” Junhui laughed, nudging the younger wolf with the butt of his knife. “But Jia’s really sweet. You don’t have to be afraid of her.”

“How can she do that, though?” you wondered, your eyes landing on Minghao for answers. “Is she…a witch or something?”

“Ah, how should I explain this…?” Minghao seemed to ask himself, running his long fingers through his hair. He softly chewed on his lip before he sat down in a chair at the table. “Well…her father was a werewolf, and some werewolves have a…special power. It’s a rare gene -- rarer than the werewolf gene -- that can get passed down.”

“Wait, what?” you stopped his explanation, shaking your head. You weren’t keeping up with this. “Special power? I thought werewolves were just really strong and had higher senses?”

“Yes, but some werewolves have one more power than just that,” Joshua nodded, looking up at you from where you sat on the counter. “For example, I’m a healer. I’m the reason your ankle is basically perfect right now.”

“All alphas have a special power, but sometimes just any regular werewolf can get them too,” Jun elaborated, earning a jab from Seungcheol. “Ow! …Oh.”

You eyed the alpha as he looked back at you nervously. He couldn’t tell if you were afraid, angry, or what. Honestly, you didn’t know how you felt, either.

“What can you do?” you asked him quietly.

“Nothing as cool as the others.” he chuckled awkwardly, taking cautious steps toward you as his pack watched. “I’m just…really strong.”

“Seungcheol’s the strongest one in the pack,” Jun told you with a proud smile. “Unless Minghao mimics him but even then, that wears off eventually.”

“I heal, Seungcheol is strong, Minghao can mimic powers,” Joshua began to list off, counting on his fingers as he went, “Chan is fast, Soonyoung can possess others, and Jihoon is telekinetic.”

You made a mental note to stay away from Soonyoung, and from the look on your face, the wolves in the kitchen knew you planned to keep your distance. Joshua just laughed and shook his head, assuring you Soonyoung would never do anything to you unless there was a dire reason.

“But that won’t matter, right?” you shrugged, looking around at the wolves that were staring back at you, confusion on their faces. “Joshua said I had to stay until my ankle was healed, and it is. So I can just go home.”

The fact that the three wolves looked to Seungcheol didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you followed their gaze to the alpha, who looked conflicted. His gaze looked to the floor as he seemed to battle with himself in his head.

“What, am I not allowed to go home?” you snapped.

“Seungcheol…” Minghao gave a pointed look to Seungcheol.

Seungcheol was having a war in his own mind. He wanted to just tell you that you were meant to be with him, but he’d only known you for a day. You were way too unpredictable, and you got worked up too easily because of the way you were raised. He wanted to wait to tell you but he also wanted to keep you with him.

“_____, where would you go once you leave here?” he asked you.

The question took you off guard. “Huh?”

“You’ve never mentioned a family or friends,” he elaborated. He didn’t sound like he was trying to be mean, he just sounded concerned, which was odd to you. You didn’t know why he would care, “and Soonyoung said when we found you that you seemed more like a drifter or a wanderer. Do you…not have a home to go back to?”

Something about his questions made you angry. Even though it was clear he was just trying to look out for you, you didn’t like that he brought it up in front of his pack all of a sudden.

“That’s none of your business,” you said sharply.

“No, _____,” Seungcheol left his utensils where they were and walked over to you, his eyes soft as they looked into yours, “I’m trying to say that you can just stay here with us. You have housing, food, protection…everything. It has to be better than living on the street and stealing every day, right?”

“Plus, I think Danbi has taken a liking to you,” Minghao added with a smile.

“You don’t have to decide today,” Seungcheol told you, making you focus your attention on him again, “but I would appreciate it if you’d think about it.”

You nodded slowly, taking in their words, “I guess I’ll think about it…”

The alpha grinned at you. That was good enough for him.

[nicknellie]

First, numbering them is absolutely brilliant because especially where paragraphs kind of change abruptly. I just keep like saying a word before it with a little dash mark just so you can (hopefully) have some reference as to what I’m talking about, but now I can do numbers!

1. Never knew I needed this until you typed it however this is everything

2. Exactly, that is the thoughts that they have and it takes Reggie breaking down for them to finally talk to each other about it because none of them wanted to approach the situation

3. Yes, I maybe should’ve chose a better point but I was like you can tell he’s passionate and it kind of shows what I mean. Also I feel like the fact that he still hasn’t processed his death might also be a sign that it’s hard for him to change his mind (Alex doesn’t like change, and neither does Luke)

However eventually Luke is able to reconsider what he said and also sometimes admit that he might’ve been in the wrong (but not often, hmm thinking of what I can reference from the show, possibly the dance ?)

4. Yes, and if he did intervene then everyone knew that they needed to be quiet and listen (also Alex is one of the only people who Luke would possibly let change his mind and or consider the other side quicker)

5. Due to his upbringing Alex always tries to be respectful hence why he said sir to Caleb however he is a sarcastic person and has quick comebacks

6. And that loneliness only grew after the boys passed away (part of the reason why he isn’t able to get close to people in fear that they will pass as well)

7. Same here, that’s part of where my theory came from. I agree, people grieve in different ways and that could’ve been how Bobby grieved and he shouldn’t be judged for it.

8. Yes he definitely goes through their bags. I do agree with you however at the same time I wonder if the bag did stay in the garage just because at the time Bobby knew how Luke and his parents parted (possibly could be that after a while, more so after he talked to them, he gave them the bag)

9. Absolutely and Reggie kind of switches between crosswords and sudokus just because he’s interested in lots of things

10. Precisely, despite the fact that Reggie is the one who is actually afraid of heights not Alex, Reggie tried to convince Alex that he was going to climb Mount Everest. Another time Reggie tried to convince Alex that they were going coffee tasting and didn’t want to make him feel bad because all of them had toffee nut in it (Owen is allergic to toffee nut hopefully and that’s the explanation I can offer😂)

11. They can’t lie to each other at all, Alex is the best liar sometimes when talking to other people (at least in defense of the boys) and in general Luke just can’t lie

12. Luke would definitely be the person who would cut someone off for something rude that they said. (Usually after exploding and saying why exactly they are wrong, especially if someone says something bad about Alex)

13. There’s a drawing of Reggie with a cowboy hat (https://kidovna.tumblr.com/post/639425200784572416/hi-little-reggie-in-a-cowboy-hat-even-if) (oh how I hope that link will work) and now I just want to see a picture of Sunset Curve with cowboy hats because Reggie was sad and they couldn’t say no

14. Yes, alongside those songs I offer the ‘devil went down to Georgia’ (i’m basically saying it because a version of this should be this song the boys use against Caleb and it’s basically them saying that they are better than Caleb) (also because it was released at some point during the time that they were alive I believe)

15. Yes those are the only art styles that Reggie has. Sometimes he randomly has half of the picture be realistic and then the other half be like Booboo Stewart’s art (Picasso like maybe ?)

16. Reggi definitely help decorate because not only was he impatient but he wanted to eat the cake. (The shape was kind of horrendous because Alex was trying to get it to be the exact shape of the character however the cake came out fantastic)

17. Yes the boys always juggle between if they should be concerned about the fact that he’s baking or the fact that he’s baking again so happy times (once again something he did that reminds him of his parents so for a long time the boys were the only ones who got the bake goods)

18. It took me longer than it should’ve to find this link and honestly I have no clue who wrote it but it’s so good https://archiveofourown.org/works/28308108 (same for this one as well)

19. Precisely it wasn’t like he was fixing the amp and then all the sudden it started raining. He just thought that starting to fix it in the rain would be best

20. You took the words right out of my mouth, yes. Honestly Alex was another son to Emily and Mitch so the fact that he was hurting so bad made them so mad. Maybe that’s why he had his stuff because if he was kicked out then he probably wouldn’t have had time to get everything that belong to him so because of Mitch and Emily that’s how we got his stuff (if they caught the rest of the boys climbing a tree to get what belonged to Alex and honestly only provided a car they will never say) (what if they just egg the house with Emily and Mitch’s help)

21. Exactly, Alex didn’t have the courage the tell Luke for a bit and still to this day Luke has no clue that Alex spend those nights at his house. (Also occasionally that Emily and Alex would talk and Emily would give him food just to make sure that they were well fed)

22. Sunset Curve just needs more in general, any scenes for them works

23. Yes!! Sadly I don’t have the book but I did see that (sometimes you just never know with shows because they easily could’ve taken a theory that the fans had and turned it into something completely different). I’m so happy that this is confirmed, although this still does leave the potential for them to reveal her in season two maybe (not sure) (just more Rose in general is needed)

24. Thank you, yes and I get that part of the reason may be that they don’t have as much screen time and don’t have as much about them known as the boys (hence the need for past stories) however they are wonderful characters played by wonderful actors and deserve more. Also the fact that neither of them really sang in season one is my one regret. (Flynn had ‘I got the music’ however that was kind of like an alternative reality partly, and aside from a bit in ‘the other side of Hollywood’ we don’t see much dancing/singing for Willie)

Flynn just like Luke is very set in her beliefs and also would be the first person to cut someone off/explode at someone if needed. However eventually she is the first person to reconnect with Carrie. Honestly just more of both of them is needed, in any fashion.

25. He does blame himself for their death and the fact that he wasn’t there (could be part of the reason why he started therapy because he believed this for so long)

26. Honestly I want them to give Trevor more character because aside from being Carrie‘s father and stealing the songs we don’t really know a lot about him or who he is (same for Bobby as well) Agreed, I would love to see more Carrie and Trevor moments.

27. Honestly I feel like that will be how they start to process their deaths because they realize, exactly as you said, that they are not going to age however everyone else is

28. Yes, everything you just said needs to be canon. There’s no in between for Reggie song writing it’s either pure country or heavy-metal. (Once he wrote a rock-ish song for Luke but it was most so along the lines that Luke needs to let him add his country music into the set list)

29. Exactly, that is entirely my thought process as well

30. Lightsaber fights happen all the time, Ray gets concerned by the floating lightsaber but Carlos shrugs it off with ‘it’s the ghost that’s been haunting our house’ (Tia is there and is shocked)

31. Wait wait, that is brilliant. Although Reggie can do it by himself, the pictures always turn out much better when Bobby isn’t there so the last few steps of the developing process are always saved for Bobby alone. (Also once Reggie just left a picture in mix while he was soaking the film and the picture turned green, no one knows why)

32. Yes, and if for some reason a fan can’t locate Reggie, they give the stickers to Alex. also the album is not only full of pictures but the stickers that they gave him, also a drawing that a fan made of Han-solo that made Reggie cry in a good way)

33. They all cried to be honest, although Alex only cried because all of them were crying

34. Oh my yes, that is his blackmail material and he uses it well. You are absolutely right that is exactly what Luke does, (also once got stuck in a child swing set)

35. I didn’t even think about her managing it but yes that is precisely what she does and she is in charge of those photo shoots. However once during golden hour, he is the reason for that one happening (also did the same for Willie because)

36. You stole the words out of my mouth that is exactly what he did.

37. I’m just now picturing it in my head and I need this in my life (imagine Julie just bundled up and since the sleeves are long they are overflowing as well and Alex just melts).

38. Luke is such a scaredy cat although when they meet Caleb, Alex said that he would be hiding behind Luke they all knew that if it came down to it that Luke would be hide behind Alex. So obviously this sentence meant that this needed to be created

39. They have matching costumes.. what if it’s like dirty candy where each costume is in a different colour. (Luke hates them even though he once bought them matching pjs)

40. They all dance with each other, just to displeased Luke for the longest time Bobby and Alex would just waltz around the garage (we all know that Luke joined them after the first time). Also once Willie sees Alex waltzing with Julie and decides that this is the greatest thing that has ever existed (also bamboozled because Alex never told him he could dance)

41. I wasn’t thinking about these things existing at all but I now need one as well

Ok I’m going to do my best to answer this quickly because I’ve got schoolwork to do but I absolutely love responding to these and want to do this instead, so I’m just going to expand onto each point I can and I might come back and edit it later with more detail!

2. Yes! Like one day in rehearsal Reggie just seems really out of it and the guys ask what’s wrong and he basically just asks if they even really want him there or they just keep him around to spare his feelings. Prompts Bobby to make them all sit down and talk it out because clearly they all have some issues they need to get a grip on

3. Oh yeah I get what you mean, kinda like it’s hard for him to adjust to any new or different way of thinking, even something as trivial as a song they’ll play probably like one time. I think you’re right about him actually managing to change his mind - it takes him a while and he despises admitting he’s wrong but he will do it if it’s really clear he wasn’t right

4. Oh yeah I love that! Like Alex knows just how to talk to him to get him to at least start reconsidering. Alex is a good influence in that way because he ensures Luke is always looking at every perspective and considering everyone in the band rather than only himself or sticking to only his ideas (I feel like he probably gets carried away writing songs and only wanting to include what he comes up with and Alex needs to gently remind him that he’s in a band, he’s not a solo artist)

5. Yesss you’re right - I think he has surprisingly quick wit and he doesn’t like arguing because it’s so fast that he’ll sometimes say things he doesn’t mean and finds it hard to take it back

6. Yeah omg that hurts to think about - having the boys in his life made him happy and less introverted but all that was ripped away from him too when they died

8. Oh yeah actually I like that! Seeing as we see ambulance lights/police lights in Unsaid Emily it’s likely Bobby was there first to identify bodies and collect stuff, so if he didn’t know Luke’s parents were coming then he would have just taken Luke’s things and gone through it - he finds a completed Rubik’s Cube (seeing as that’s part of where this whole massive list started lmaooo) and remembers Luke fiddling with it before the sound check and even that just breaks his heart

10. Now you mention it, Reggie being afraid of heights is something I could get behind - the boys would sometimes go to theme parks and Reggie would be the one who would wait with all their bags while they were on the rollercoasters. He preferred watching them all have fun anyway, it made him feel like a proud parent. Abbcoeprke yes definitely, Alex has the same allergy as Owen so Reggie was just panicking like “we just didn’t want to risk your health!”

11. Oh yeah definitely, Alex can lie unless it’s to one of the boys; Reggie only gets away with lies (not to the boys) because he comes up with the weirdest stuff and people just think it’s Reggie being Reggie so it’s hard to tell when he’s lying; Bobby is just way too casual when he’s lying which is how they catch him out; Luke “where is your kitchen by the way?” Patterson cannot lie to save his life

12. Luke is 100% willing to just cut all ties with someone even if they’ve been perfectly nice before - if it was an honest mistake that the person is willing to learn from, Luke would still keep them at arm’s length to avoid them hurting any of his best friends again

13. Yes omg thankfully I made the link work and that’s freaking adorable (I follow that person and I love ALL their art especially Reggie, they’re so talented) and yes oh my god. Reggie has been sad for a few days, maybe because his parents are fighting, and so Luke has the idea to do something kind of like a cowboy-themed party. It’s not really a party, it’s just the four of them spending the whole day wearing cowboy costumes and line-dancing but it definitely does the job of cheering Reggie up

14. Omgggg I listened to the song and I’m amazed at how perfectly that fits!!! Wow you’re exactly right, Reggie loves that song and he loved it even more after Julie pointed out how much it related to their situation

15. Ooooh I love that like a combination of the two styles!! Definitely a bit of Picasso inspiration in there too!

16. Yes lol the shape was weird because of that and also Reggie kept picking bits off to eat (Alex kept slapping his hand away but Reggie was so excited that he couldn’t bring himself to kick him out of the kitchen completely)

17. Yes omg and now I’m just thinking about young Alex being taught to bake by his mother back when they were really close, so now that’s all he can think about when he bakes - it gives him equal amounts of comfort and stress because he’s comforted by the happy memories but sad that he’ll never have those days back. But the cookies he’s left with at the end are great so it kind of gets rid of any sadness!

18. Ooooh I’ll read that when I’ve got time!!

19. Yeah lmao like it just didn’t occur to him that it would be a terrible idea. He kinda thought that rain was relaxing in a way and just. Went for it.

20. Asjkxbskl I love that like Mitch and Emily being good responsible parents the majority of the time but someone upsets Alex?? His own parents upset him??? Ok boys it’s time for payback get in the car

21. Yesss Alex just showing up at Luke’s house whenever he needed to just to speak to Emily! And the way she would look out for him!! 🥺🥺 plus Mitch making sure he took on the role of Supportive Father Figure

23. Yes you’re so right any more Rose content will make me so happy! I’d love to see her interacting with young Julie and Carlos, or her and Bobby being friends, or her meeting Ray, or her and Victoria being supportive sisters, plus her with her band Rose and the Petal Pushers!!! Just anything to do with Rose and I’ll be happy

24. Omg yes I’d kill for more performance from both of them! I want a Flynn and Julie duet or even Flynn and Carrie, or just Flynn becoming their resident rapper so whenever they want a rap section in a song they call on her. I desperately need a Willex duet, and yesss I need Willie dancing more - we were robbed of him and Alex dancing together at the HGC so we need any dance between them tbh. Ooooh yes I totally agree like when she’s like “watch it Carrie” in the music class, she’s just very protective and loyal and I honestly love her for that. Yesss more Flynn and Carrie!!

25. Definitely, he must have suffered so much survivor’s guilt afterwards and I think it was probably a while before he went to therapy, so maybe a lot of damage had already been done

26. 100% right, Trevor needs more character development. Honestly I kinda want to see him just losing his mind trying to figure out how the boys came back, and I also want to see him somehow communicate with them, explain his point of view and apologise. It’s an idea I’m including in a fic I’m writing but it could work here too if Trevor was to become the band’s manager to help them achieve the goals he did but they never got to

27. Especially Luke!! Him realising that Julie is growing older would be really tough for him :(((

28. Lmao yes Reggie writes songs to tell the boys to do things or to get his opinion across like “this one’s called: Shut Up, Luke, Country Music Is Good, You Just Have Poor Taste” or “I present: Alex, Just Ask Willie Out Before I Do It On Your Behalf”

30. Lightsaber fights are the way Ray actually finds out the guys are ghosts. He doesn’t believe Carlos so asks Julie and then as she’s trying to talk her way out of it the fridge opens by itself (well, Luke opens it, but that’s how it looks) and Ray is just like “are you sure there’s no ghosts?” and she has to explain everything. Tía Victoria just watches in horror and won’t come back to the house for months - eventually she does come back and bonds with Alex somehow

31. Absnfoflske yes the amount of pictures Reggie has accidentally ruined because of his terrible developing methods is unreal. Bobby stopped finding it funny when Reggie started getting really upset about it and spent like a week straight perfecting the technique

32. Awww yes Alex being like a sticker messenger and fans giving the boys fanart! For Reggie it’s almost always Star Wars (a lovely Han Solo like you said omg I love it), and for the others it’s usually portraits of them (Alex was once given a jigsaw but never figured out how people knew he liked them so much bc he never really made it public???)

34. Omg YES. Other places Luke has got stuck: halfway through the railings of a fence, inside a washing machine, his foot got stuck in a toilet, he got his arm trapped in a vending machine for five hours, in a tunnel on a children’s climbing frame (that was the same day as the swing set lmao), and once inside a suit of armour (nobody ever figured out where he got the armour from - even Luke himself wasn’t really sure)

35. Oh my god oh my god oh my god Willie and Flynn photoshoots together!!!!!! With Luke and Flynn, Willie is definitely also the most photogenic (they found out because Reggie accidentally took a photo one day and everyone looked dreadful except for Willie who was practically glowing) so some days during golden hour like you said Reggie will just take the two of them down to the beach and make them do a photo shoot omgggg

37. Yes 🥺🥺 the second he sees her he just marches right up to her and hugs her (bonus points if she’s sad (about her mum or something else) and she found Alex’s jumper and put it on for comfort and she’s crying when he finds her but he calms her down just by hugging her and letting her keep the hoodie for as long as she wants it which ends up being forever)

38. Akdbsokcod yes exactly that’s freaking amazing I love it

39. Oh my god yes! Alex had multiple outfits but his favourite was pink, Reggie’s was red, Luke’s was blue, and Bobby’s was yellow (he wanted black but Alex said no because he didn’t want him to overheat while exercising like he would have done in black). And matching PJs yes omg that’s so cute. And Julie gets them all matching onesies - Reggie absolutely adores them

Here’s a genuine real actual photo of Sunset Curve in their workout gear (left to right is Reggie, Alex, Bobby, Luke)

(Could I have found a better picture? Probably. Is this a thousand times funnier and therefore worth choosing instead? Definitely.)

40. Yes totally and after that Willie insists Alex teaches him too and Alex once again resumes his position as resident dance teacher

[mediocre--writing]

Prompts

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ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is __” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What don’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made at the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.”

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poisonous.”

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.”

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.”

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Not this time!”

“I never want to see you again.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I know you and this isn’t you.”

“You betrayed my trust.”

“Get out!”

“Maybe I’m better off alone.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’ll die without you.”

“I never loved you.”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleepover? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

“I want to eat yogurt with you.”

“Can we make a cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter run my entire world.”

“I dedicate this nail to you when I paint them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have been too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

“We only have one room left for the night…”

“We can make this work, I know we can.”

“I love you so much that it physically hurts.”

“God, I’m never leaving your side again.”

“you’re an idiot, but you’re cute.”

“I’m asking you on a date, idiot.”

“Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.”  

"Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!“

"Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?”  

"I was very good friends with the guy that lived here before you and basically I was over here a lot and… well, old habits die hard, can I stay?“

"If you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?”

“Hey, I locked myself out can I use your phone?” “You locked yourself out too?”

MISCELLANEOUS

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.

“At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.”

“Here are some cookies and some very bad news!”

“I have forgotten everything I’ve ever learned.”

“Let me keep that promise.”

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”

“Why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?”

“Can you stay still for the next 20 minutes? No, I’m not drawing you.”

“Oh no, I feel bad- SYKE, no I don’t.”

“Next problem… we might die.”

“Wow, that was a great comeback.”

“Who is running this thing?!”

“You are aware that the walls aren’t people, right?”

“Hey, go fill up your human needs.”

“Yeah, keep making jokes. That’ll win the war.”

“Yeah, I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

“I can’t help that I’m curious.”

“I know you. You’re a terrible person. But as the judge here, I will look at you in the unbiased way you don’t deserve.”

“The mountains are calling and I must skedaddle.

“Who says ‘nincompoop’?!”

“Things fascinate me. Why wouldn’t they, when you stop to give them thought?”

“Are you always so easily convinced?”

“Look, it’s difficult for me to isolate what I hate about you the most because there is so much to hate.”

“That’s an order. Obey.”

“Look, I don’t want to swear but; What. The frick!”

“As the most amazing person in the room, I’ll gladly accept that.”

“Now power down, sass robot.”

“The art of not being an idiot is extremely challenging for me.”

“That’s troubling.”

“Tell your story. Become words, become ideas… you never know what or who it’ll affect.”

“Can I climb on your shoulders?” “Why?” “To get a better view.”

“Stop trying to take pictures and enjoy yourself.”

“Listen! They are playing our song!”

“OH MY GOD THEY LOOKED IN MY DIRECTION THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.” “You need to calm down.”

“Jesus, are you crying?”

“Just get them out of the car before you kill them.”

“I’m not going to drop down from the balcony!”

“Someday somebody’s going to mistake your snoring as a helicopter.”

“You couldn’t have bothered with a little heads up?”

“Call the stupid prick and tell her what’s happening.”

“Oh me? I’m just in my pajamas, making sure that nobody bleeds out in the hallway.”

“You are looking less confident every minute.”

“I am admittedly bored, but I barely can do anything about it now can I?”

“Oh God, it’s you.. would it be weird if I asked where your sister is?”

“How would you describe the moment with one word?” “Naked. Very, very naked.”

“I’ve never seen you in my life and you just threw up on my shoes, who do you think you - oh gosh, you’re now unconscious.”

“You’re talking to me but I can’t hear you over the sound of my sniffling nose.”

“You look so pretty while you’re coughing your lungs out.”

“I feel really dizzy and hot - and oh - oh when did I end up on the floor?”

“We thought you just had a common cold, why is the doctor saying what you have is terminal?”

“Hold on, we’re coming.”

“I won’t let you fall.”

“Hey, it’s me, it’s just me.”

“Oh god… what did they do to you?”

“Can you stay awake for me?”

“Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

“I’m going to make that sick bastard suffer for what he did to you.”

“Don’t look” / “Look at me”

“Here, you might need something to bite on…”

“I thought I’d never get to see you again.”

“I know you can’t talk, but I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“Hold my hand.”

“You’re so cold…” / “You’re burning up”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Please be okay.”

“I’m sorry I failed you, I should’ve been there.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“Please don’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.”

“I just need more time.”

“Wish me luck.”

“I just don’t believe in coincidences.”

“Ok, I have a fear of balloons.”

“Change is not good for me.”

“I have to stay awake.”

“Hold on, what did you wish for?”

“If we can just get passed this last door.”

“I can never trust someone who thinks puppies, are evil masterminds trying to take over the world.”

“That’s my name, too.”

”Walk with me?” “Sure. Not like I have a broken leg or anything..”

”Do you like her?” “No! She just makes me realize how much anger issues I actually have”

[theroom-sanderssidesau]

The Room- Chapter 1- Hollow Lo

Warnings: needles and abuse

Ships: eventual DLAMP, Logince

They walked into the room that was grey in color. Ready to house their worlds and ideas. Taking a deep breath before they forgot everything, and replaced it all.

........

Logan sat on his bed, sewing together the clothes of his family, attempting to keep his fingers safe, but despite his practice of the skill; his hands were pricked thoroughly by the time he was done. He quickly ran off and placed the clothes in each of his family's rooms. Before running to the kitchen.

"Well, isn't it nice to finally see you, Hollow Lo." His mother stepped in with that too too sweet grin, always so caring and kind. "I was beginning to think you were going to hide away again."

"No, mother," Logan dismissed, his voice as flat as it could be, "I would never hide from you.”

"Is that sarcasm, young mister?" The softness that she injected into her tone died quickly, along with the faint hope Logan always had when he saw her. She glared, taking a step forward.

Logan cleared his throat, speaking with a heavily forced smile and nodded with a hum of absolute delight, “of course not, my mother.”

He deflated immediately after the tone was used and needed washed of hatred.

"Make dinner then go to your room, dear,” she took Logan’s hand in hers and grabbed the wrist in a fashion that had Logan’s throat seize and curl up in the worst way.

Once done preparing the food of his house mates, Logan opened the door to his room, where an expensive suit laid. It was a midnight black, and had cost Logan almost everything he had, but it was worth it to leave this dreadful castle. Logan wondered what the world was like once his sisters and mother began, but he quickly pushed it away and continued on with his plan.

He had a man get him something to start off, after Logan stole some money from his family, which they would never use for something as needed as this. He simply had to meet him at the ball and hand over the money, then he would be free at last.

So, he packed all his bags, and got ready for when the ball would begin. He heard his mother and sisters get ready, while he did the same, not going as elaborate as they surely were.

He simply did the basics, along with a hint of blue eyeshadow. His face clean and his glasses, that he recently bought, especially made him look like someone else his sisters and mother wouldn’t recognize. He smiled slightly, sorting everything into a bag he would carry, waiting for his family to leave, as he would from their lives.

Once he heard the lock click with a beautiful cry of joy, he put on the well fitting suit, before grabbing his stuff and walking to the palace of the king. He stayed far from his family, and stayed in the shadows so no one would see him. Once he arrived at the castle, he hurried to the wall, and waited for his seller.

He waited.

Waited.

Waited...

A young man approached him, a confident smile across his face. Logan raised a brow at the man, causing the other to approach even closer and at a much faster rate than when he was not expected. Logan took some idle comfort in the man’s want to be seen.

"Why, how is your evening, sir?" The man inquired in a charming and ever loved tone.

"Fine." Logan said, his voice even, for that was why he was deemed hollow by the women of the tone he grew in.

"I don't believe I've seen you before.” The man chuckled in a cheeky tone, extending a hand in a polite greeting. “Are you new in town, my good man?”

"I am departing by midnight today, I simply came to talk to a man of importance before my leaving.” Logan folded his hands behind himself in refusal.

"A love interest, by chance?" The man teased, his eyes brightly curious as he mimicked Logan’s stance, but in such a way it felt much more mobile than Logan’s.

"No, of course not, simply someone I must discuss with. They have an offer I could never refuse." Logan dismissed, staring forward, almost past the man.

"Vague, my sir. So you may feel more comfortable to diminish your current speech, my name is Roman. Prince Roman of this castle, but I am certain you have already known that." Roman stuck out a hand for Logan to take for a second time.

"Logan." The servant greeted, taking Roman’s hand into his own in a tight grip, bowing as he was formally taught to do before such royalty.

"You don't belong here." Roman let out a breath with a grin to match, watching their hands with that same curious glint.

"What makes you say that?" Logan asked, his mind buzzing with both fear and puzzlement.

"No noble would have such rough hands, for he never works. Say, how did you even get enough money to buy the suit you wear? Stealing isn't allowed in my kingdom and though I see your poked raw fingers, you are certainly not a professional seamstress.”

Logan sighed in his failure; "I saved up, though it is true I am no noble. Will you be sending me off?"

"Certainly not," Roman raised both his eyebrows, "you are far too interesting to get rid of simply because of your origin. Now tell me of yourself, my dear."

"Don't you have your other guests to tend to?" Logan gestured to the room of nobles Roman was to attend to.

"They may come to me if I am needed. I'm too curious about you to focus on another at the moment." Roman pointed Logan’s chest.

"Fine,” Logan knew he needed to discuss his life with someone, lest he go mad, and who else could he whine to but the whiny prince himself? “If the other option is death, I'm a servant who does indeed come from a noble family, but my mother has recently lost much of her wealth, leaving me to care for the many necessities of the house; because I am her least favorite."

"Why, that is interesting. If you need any help out of the noble madam’s house, I'm here with nowhere to throw my money other than to the feet of a beautiful man." Roman chuckled, his eyes still bright with amusement.

"That's why I'm here, to buy a new house and leave. I shall be out of the castle and kingdom for good after that." Logan gestured to the satchel he had that contained the money he had stolen to leave his life behind.

Roman’s eyes somehow lit up more, "You could stay in the castle!”

"I have no intention of becoming a servant to the king." Logan crossed his arms, shifting his gaze to a familiar man.

"As my date." Roman finished, taking a step forward.

Logan's eyes went wide as he tore his eyes from the familiar man, taking a small step and leaning forward so Roman may speak of the plan, "How would that even happen?"

"One who is in love with the prince may live with him, so the people do not see our "unsavory deeds". My father mildly approves of my fancy in men, but he can't be seen with a son that openly displays it, so he welcomes all of my lovers and gives them a room of their own world. So, how about it? Shall we date, truly or in our own fictions alone? I have no quarrels with either."

It was the greatest arrangement ever, the life of a prince for simply dating someone of that rank. Logan was not foolish enough to turn down the deal.

"Yes. That would be satisfactory." Logan nodded quickly and took Roman’s hands in his, looking up to the beautiful prince.

"Well, to sell it to my father, we'd have to display it, correct." Roman hinted, his high cheek bones glowing a bit red from his own making of embarrassment.

"Your father is absent from the room, my dear. Do you simply want a kiss placed on your lips?" Logan smirked, earning a little whine from Roman.

"Just to practice?" Roman begged the servant.

Logan conceded, cupping the other’s cheek with one of his hands; "For practice."

They pushed their lips together, a lovely push of motion that was nearly too soft. The softness made them lose their grip on their imagination until they fell down down until they reached the grey.

...........

"Roman, how many times must I have to tell you to stop kissing me if you want them to last longer?" Logan huffed as he stood, taking Roman’s hand in his as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, it's not like I can remember your cute face! We can go back anyway." Roman dismissed, then smiled and kissed Logan’s forehead.

"Fine." Logan smiled softly and hugged Roman, closing his eyes softly as he held Roman’s hands tight, “tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

They are taking requests.

(If this looks or sounds familiar, I’m restarting this story that I started on Wattpad. Please don’t spoil anyone if you have already read it.)

[thelastspeecher]

No title because I’m lazy, but in the discord the last couple days, we’ve been discussing the Olympian Falls AU, aka my crossover between the Percy Jackson universe and my nonsense.  And those discussions caused me to get inspired to write...this.  As a quick reminder, this is a modern AU, so instead of Dipper and Mabel being Shermie’s grandkids, they are Shermie’s kids.  Just moved the timeline up a bit.

I think the retcon of making Dipper and Mabel be children of Athena is one retcon I never posted about for this AU, but it is one.  And this retcon means that I can make this an Ace!Shermie AU.  Shermie is hardcore asexual.  Enjoy.

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              Shermie knocked on the door of the apartment his mom had rented after leaving Filbrick a few years ago.  He looked down at the two baby carriers resting by his feet.

              I really hope Mom doesn’t get upset with me for being an unmarried father.  The door opened.

              “Sherman, what a lovely- who are these cute little things?” Ma Pines asked, crouching down to peer into the carriers.  She looked up.  “Are they yours?”

              “…Yeah,” Shermie mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mom, meet Mabel and Mason.”

              “Adorable,” Ma Pines cooed.  She smiled.  “It’s about time one of you boys gave me some grandkids.  Though I woulda thought it’d be Stan.  He’s the only one of you married so far.”

              “I don’t think Stan even likes kids.”

              “You just say that ‘cause you haven’t spoken to him lately.  I called the other day, and he had to end the call early to play with one of his nieces from his wife’s side.  And he sounded happy about playing with her.”  Ma Pines playfully poked at Mason’s nose.  “These cuties will get themselves some cousins any day now.”

              “Uh, sure.”

              “So, where’s the mother?” Ma Pines asked, standing up.  Shermie grimaced.  “I don’t like that look.  Did she leave you and the kids or somethin’ like that?”

              “Not really- I mean, I guess sort of like it.”

              “Give your mother a straight answer,” Ma Pines said. She crossed her arms.  “You know I don’t like it when people beat around the bush. Where’s the mother?”

              “Mt. Olympus,” Shermie blurted out.  Ma Pines furrowed her brow.

              “…The mountain in Greece?”

              “Yes.  But also, no.”

              “Sherman,” Ma Pines sighed.  “Did you not hear me tell you to be straightforward?”

              “You won’t believe me.”

              “Try me.”

              “Their mom is a goddess,” Shermie said.  Ma Pines raised an eyebrow at him.  “And I don’t mean that metaphorically.  Literally, they have a Greek goddess for a mother.” A moment passed.  Ma Pines stood to the side.

              “Come inside,” she instructed.  Shermie picked up the baby carriers and entered his mother’s apartment.  She closed the door behind him.  Shermie turned to face her.

              “Look, Mom, I-” he started.  Ma Pines held up a hand.  Shermie went silent.

              “Which one did you have an affair with?” she asked. Shermie blinked.  “Was it Aphrodite?  I think my boys could catch the eye of the goddess of love.”

              “I- wh- no, their mom is Athena,” Shermie stammered. He froze.  “Wait, you believe me?”

              “You sound upset about that,” Ma Pines commented. She took Mason’s baby carrier from Shermie and set it on the couch, then sat down next to it to peer at her grandson.

              “No, I’m not upset, I’m- you really believe me?”

              “Why wouldn’t I?”

              “Because most people wouldn’t!”

              “Most people,” Ma Pines said calmly, “haven’t had their own dalliance with an Olympian.”  Shermie joined his mother on the couch, resting Mabel’s carrier on the floor by his feet.

              “Mom…”

              “Stanley and Stanford aren’t your full brothers,” Ma Pines said quietly.  Shermie’s jaw dropped.

              “What?”

              “Filbrick isn’t their father.”  Ma Pines rolled her eyes.  “Thank the gods.”

              “Then who- who-”

              “Hermes.”

              “The Greek god of travelers, thieves, messengers, and a bunch of other things?”

              “Yep.”  Ma Pines looked up from Mason to grin at Shermie.  “That classics degree of yours is really gonna come in handy when it comes to taking care of these two.”

              “I-”  Shermie ran a hand through his hair.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

              “You didn’t need to know.”  Ma Pines stroked Mason’s cheek gently.  “But now you’ve got demigod children of your own, you do need to know.  By the way, if I remember correctly, children from Athena are basically gifts, right? You didn’t actually sleep with her, you just had a strong emotional connection through your shared intellects.”

              “Uh, yes.”

              “Huh.  She must really like you, then, to have given you twins.”  Ma Pines unbuckled Mason and took him out of the carrier.  “Aw, look at those pretty gray eyes,” she cooed.

              “Mom, how did you know that?”

              “I learned a few things from your brothers.”

              “My half-brothers, you mean.”

              “Still your brothers,” Ma Pines said firmly. Shermie watched her play with Mason for a moment, thinking.

              “That boarding school you sent Stan and Ford to when they were kids,” he started.  Ma Pines looked up.  “Was that a special school for demigods?”

              “Something like that.  It was a camp.  Designed to train demigods on how to use their godly-given abilities and how to protect themselves.  Technically, most demigods only stay at that camp for the summer, but your brothers were enough of a monster magnet together that they had to stay there year-round.”

              “Abilities?”

              “Sweetie, do you really think a child of a god or goddess won’t have some sort of power?”

              “I just didn’t think about- wait, monsters?”

              “Yep.”  Ma Pines played with Mason’s hands.  “Demigods are very good at attracting them.”

              “I-”  Shermie looked down at Mabel, who was still fast asleep.  “Mom, what am I gonna do?”

              “First thing, you’re gonna let me feed you some dinner and play with the babies.”

              “Fair enough.”

              “Second, you need to go talk to one of your brothers.”

              “I haven’t seen either of them since Stan’s wedding.”

              “This’ll be a good chance to catch up, then.”  Ma Pines looked at Shermie.  “Sherman, I can only tell you so much.  If you really want to know about this world you’ve found yourself dragged into, you need to talk to someone who belongs to that world.”

              “…Fine,” Shermie muttered.

              “Oh, don’t get all upset.  If you stop by Stan’s, I’m sure his wife would be more than happy to watch these cute little babies while you talk to him.  Free childcare.”

              “I just-” Shermie sighed.  “I didn’t want to be a dad.”

              “Sometimes these things happen.  Look on the bright side.  You can rub it in Stan’s face that you had kids first.”

              “Why would I rub that in his face?”

              “Because everything’s always a contest with you boys.”  Ma Pines handed Mason to Shermie and stood up.  “Now, how does chicken sound for dinner?”

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              Stan opened the door before Shermie could knock again.  He stared dumbly at Shermie for a few moments before his gaze traveling down to the baby carriers Shermie was holding.

              “Sherm, did you steal those?” Stan asked.  He leaned closer to peer inside the carriers. His eyes widened.  “You forgot to check for babies before you nabbed ‘em.”

              “No I-”  Shermie huffed impatiently.  “I didn’t steal the carriers nor the children.  I purchased the carriers, and the children are mine.”

              “Really?”  Stan frowned at him.  “Didn’t know you were in a relationship.”

              “I’m not.”

              “Ah, one-night stand, I get it.”

              “No, it’s-”  Shermie chewed on his lip.  Mason began to fuss inside his carrier.  “Dang it.”

              “Bring ‘em in, you can check the diaper or whatever inside,” Stan said.  He moved aside, allowing Shermie to walk into the house Stan and his wife, Angie, owned. “By the way, Angie’s not here right now. She had a doctor’s appointment.” Stan closed the door.  “Not to be rude or anything-”

              “Like you’ve ever cared about being rude,” Shermie said, setting the carriers down.  He knelt and removed Mason from the carrier.  Immediately, his son stopped crying.

              I guess he just wanted to be held.

              “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”  Stan eyed Shermie suspiciously.  “What are you doing here, Sherm?”

              “Mom told me to visit.  She said you could offer some assistance with my children.”

              “Assistance?  Angie’s pretty good with kids, since she’s got that huge family, but I only just stopped thinking that they’re a hassle.”  Stan shrugged.  “Maybe I’ve been married long enough to get in the mood for kids or whatever, I dunno.”

              “Well, she said to visit either you or Ford, and you were closer.”

              “Ford?  He’s even worse with kids than I am.”  Stan paused. He raised an eyebrow at Shermie. “Unless there’s somethin’ you’re not tellin’ me.”

              “Mabel and Mason, their mother isn’t…mortal,” Shermie said quietly.

              “Ah.  Okay.” Stan leaned against the wall.  “Who is she?”

              “Athena.”

              “Athena.”  Stan nodded. “Pretty good goddess to have as a parent, as things go.”

              “…Right.”  Shermie swallowed.  “Look, I- I have some questions.”

              “Figures. Let’s go talk in the living room.”  Stan picked up Mabel’s carrier.  “I’ll give you the basic introduction to demigods.”

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              “They’re going to have ADHD and dyslexia?” Shermie asked.  Stan tilted his head one way, then the other.

              “At least one.  I got both, Ford just got the dyslexia.”

              “And why, again?”

              “ADHD makes us better in battle, dyslexia is ‘cause our brains are hardwired for Ancient Greek, not English,” Stan rattled off.  He tickled Mabel’s stomach.  She giggled loudly.  Stan grinned.  “Heh. Cute kid.”

              “Thank you for holding her, by the way.”

              “No problem,” Stan said.  “Anyways, the ADHD and dyslexia.  It’s kinda a crapshoot, honestly.  There’s no way to tell going in which one a demigod will have or how strong it’ll be.  Sorta like how abilities and general godliness or whatever are crapshoots.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “Hmm.  Okay.” Stan leaned back, clearly trying to figure out how to phrase whatever he wanted to say.  “All half-bloods have some enhanced stamina and strength and stuff like that, since we have godly blood.  But abilities we have on top of the basics depends upon who our godly parent is.  Like, Hephaestus kids are good at building things, and Demeter kids are good at growing plants.  Make sense?”

              “Yes.”

              “But even if people have the same godly parent, they might have different abilities.  I can pick locks with my mind.”

              “Wait, you can?”

              “Yeah.  But Ford can’t.”  Stan frowned. “Another example…there was this one Apollo kid who could make light.  Technically, it’s possible for a kid of Apollo to do that, but it’s really, really rare.  He was the only one in the last century who could do it.”  Stan looked at Shermie.  “Still following me?”  Shermie nodded.

              “I do have a question.”

              “I might have an answer.”

              “Are abilities correlated with the dyslexia and ADHD?  Ford’s dyslexia isn’t that bad, and you implied he wasn’t as powerful as you.”

              “I…”  Stan blinked. “That’s a good question.  I’ve never thought of it that way.  But yeah, most of the powerful demigods I’ve known have both ADHD and dyslexia.  I mean, I can think of a couple exceptions off the top of my head, but in general, you might be right.  Huh. Something to talk to Ford about.” Stan waved a hand.  “He started this group with some other half-bloods where they try to do research into demigod abilities or whatever.  I dunno exactly what they do.  I just show up and let them run tests on me if they ask.”

              “Mom mentioned something about the camp usually being only for the summer.”  Stan nodded. “But you stayed there year-round.”

              “Ford and I were too powerful together.  On our own?  Maybe we coulda been fine out in the mortal world, not attracted monsters. Ford definitely would have.  He was always a more subtle half-blood.  But we didn’t want to be separated, and our combined demigod smells attracted monsters like we were an all-you-can-eat buffet.”  Stan watched Shermie look down at Mason, who was fast asleep in Shermie’s arms.  “You’re worried about your kids.”

              “Yeah.”

              “Athena kids are usually able to go home for the school year.  Most half-bloods can.”

              “But if they’re twins-”

              “You’ve got a while before you have to worry about monsters for them.”

              “But-” Shermie started again.  The front door opened.

              “Stan,” a voice sang cheerfully.  Stan beamed.  “I have some news fer- oh.”  Shermie looked up.  His sister-in-law had pranced into the living room, and seemed surprised to see Shermie on her couch.  “I see we have a guest,” Angie said.

              “Three guests,” Stan corrected, helpfully pointing at the baby he was holding.  Angie gasped.

              “Oh, goodness, what a precious lil bean!” she gushed, making a beeline for the couch.  “Wow. Adorable!”  Angie looked over at Mason.  “A real pair of lookers.  Are these yours, Sherman?”

              “Yes.”

              “They’re quite the cuties.”

              “Thank you,” Shermie said politely.  He liked his sister-in-law well enough.  She seemed to be a bit of a ditz at times, and had much higher energy than Shermie liked to be around, but Angie was always kind to him.

              And she’s excellent with children. Shermie watched Angie coo over Mabel. Is she really a ditz?  Or just easily distracted?  I’m not quite sure.

              “Ang, you have news?” Stan asked.  Angie blinked.

              “Oh!  Yes.” She glanced over at Shermie, then back at Stan.  “I’ll tell ya later.  Don’t let me forget.”

              “You got it.”

              “Gosh, what a cute sweet potata,” Angie whispered, stroking Mabel’s hair.  She cocked her head.  “Sherman, did yer mother send ya here?”

              “I- yes.  She did.”

              “She wanted you to get some advice from Stan, I take it?”

              “How did you know that?” Shermia asked.  Angie looked at him.

              “Because this baby girl of yours has the kind of gray eyes I’ve only ever seen in children of Athena,” she said bluntly. Shermie’s jaw dropped.

              Okay, she’s definitely not a ditz.

              “You know about all this Greek stuff?”

              “Sure do.”

              “I’m assuming Stan told you.”

              “Mm.  Not quite.” Angie grinned crookedly.  “Where do ya think I first met Stan?” she asked. Shermie rubbed his face.

              “You met each other at camp, didn’t you?”

              “Yep.”

              “…You wouldn’t happen to be a child of Athena, would you?”

              That was a remarkably clever move she just pulled.

              “Nope!” Angie chirped.  She flopped down onto the couch next to Stan and took Mabel from him.

              “Hey!” Stan protested.  Angie cooed at Mabel sweetly.  “Ask!”

              “Nah.  If I asked, you wouldn’t have handed her over.  My gods, she is so cute.”  Angie looked at Stan, a twinkle in her eye.  “I think that Shermie’s kidlets would love themselves a cousin.”

              “I don’t think these babies know what a cousin is,” Stan replied.  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “Oh, that reminds me, Stan,” Shermie said, abruptly remembering his mom’s comment about everything being a contest.

              “What?”

              “I had kids first,” Shermie said.  Stan’s eyes widened.  “Yeah. I win.”  Stan slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand before shouting in frustration.

              “Goddammit!”

[abthepoet]

All my friends are dead.

Something strange is trending in my life.

All my friends die.

At the beginning of my sophmore year in college, my roommate from freshman year died tragically in a single vehicle car crash. Her name was Allison Lynam. We called her Blake. She was sassy and funny and I wish I would've taken more time to know her.

The rain was torrential the night she died. I swear I've never seen it rain that hard ever again in my life. She drove to the store along Highway 36 in Long Branch,NJ. She had off campus housing that year and had to use the highway often. The road was terribly flooded the night she died. Im told she hydroplaned, spun, and T-boned the driver side smack into an electrical pole. Her family still decorates it.

At that very same moment, in my dorm room nearby, I was watching TV when the lights suddenly flickered and dimmed. A brown out.

I had no idea but that was my friend crashing into a pole and dying. She was 19 years old.

I know this because that accident happened near the mall. That accident killed the power to nearby businesses.

I later found out that the road she died on was so badly flooded, the police intended to close it. Why they didnt get to it in time, I'll never know. Maybe that's fate.

Then there was Jessica Blain. Jessica Blain was a firecracker of a human being. She was 100% unmistakable. One of the loudest, funniest, most loyal people and friends I have ever met. She was also an incredibly gifted singer and I was lucky enough to have Chorus with her. We, along with a small group of friends, founded a new greek organization on our campus, Alpha Xi Delta. We were paired up as Twins. (you can't have Bigs & Littles when you're just starting the Family Tree). We named the family we formed Fuck Up Your Shit. Because that's what we'd do for a friend. I miss her laugh most of all. It was loud and unapologetic. She was there for me, supportive, and encouraging without me ever having to ask. The night I officially finished college we all went out to the local gay club, The Colosseum. I got wasted, of course. But Jess was the person who when I shouted 'I have to pee' on the ride home, she stopped and knocked on strangers doors and asked to let me use their bathrooms. Nobody said yes so she held my hand while I peed on a fence instead. I remember the last time we spoke. She was at a concert with a mutual friend. We hadn't spoken much since I graduated, she was still in school.

She died in her dorm room bed on Halloween as a result of asphyxiation during an epileptic seizure. She was 20 years old. The news was broken to me that very same Halloween night as I floated along in NY on a concert cruise. The World/Inferno Friendship Society decided to host Hallowmas, their annual event, on a boat this year. Nothing like being trapped on a musical boat while you grieve. I had messaged her AIM late that night to say hi. She had an away message up. I may have sent a message to a dead person. I miss her friendship more than I realize sometimes.

That brings us to James Padden. James was a warm, snuggly bear of a guy who always tried to do the right thing and let me steal his hoodies. He insantly became my best friend in a Stepbrothers-esque manner. I met James working overnights at Wawa in Leonardo, NJ. I forget how it started now, but we were standing in front of the deli and I think I tossed him a broom or he already had one. . . I cant remember now.. . . but he just took one look at me with that mischievous little twinkle that I quickly returned and we instantly began sword fighting with our brooms. Like two little boys playing pretend and having a ball. He was sweet and silly and kind. I needed a ride, and he loved to drive. Our first winter as friends, we went out doing donuts in the snow. I barely knew him, but I felt safe. We smoked a ton of weed and had so many adventures trying to procure more. One time, we got so high driving to a Dropkick Murphys concert in NY we kept going in circles, missed almost the entire show save for the last 3-5 numbers, and had a blast. I can barely remember the night, but I remember laughing hard in that car. No one could talk to me like James. We were both insecure being chubby kids and adults, but so charismatic and grandiose that I sometimes thought we were the only two who would put up with listening to each others wild ideas and ridiculous banter. We would smoke joints and take adderall and talk about everything and anything. I miss the safety and closeness I felt with him. We were always 100% platonic, but we could nap together, I could walk into his house and jump on him in bed and wake him up. Then we would cook ourselves a breakfast feast and hit the beach. He taught me to always take the back roads. I gave him advice on the ladies. He taught me about fixing cars. I helped shave his back. He called his new pick up truck, a pick'um up truck. We could wax philosophical all damn day and not get sick of each other.

It wasnt just driving he loved, it was going fast. Like so many young white men, he had tendency to be a little reckless. The universe gave him a pass only so many times.

I'll never forget when he got his motorcycle. It was the last time I saw him. It was a bright green crotch rocket. He loved lime green. I was doing yoga in the living room when I heard this obnoxious engine rev down my street. I asked myself, who the hell is making this noise?! And it was James, grinning from ear to ear with a matching helmet on his shiny new toy.

before he left I said, 'you die on that thing, I'll bring you back to life and kill you." I remember giving him this very long and intentional hug and not knowing why I felt compelled to hang on.

When he left and hopped back on the bike, I felt compelled again and took a video of him riding away from my driveway until he was entirely out of sight.

That's my very last memory of him alive. James Padden died on Thanksgiving five days after his 25th birthday. He went out for a joyride on his bike before dinner, opened up to 100mph around a curve where he couldn't see a car pulling out around the bend in time. They called a medevac, but he died on scene. I loved James dearly and I regret drifting apart after we both left Wawa and I started a new relationship. He had stuff too, but in hindsight it never seems important.

Then there's JB. I will always remember JB for his kindness and generosity. The very first time I finally worked up the nerve to go to a poetry slam, I was alone and terrified. I had no idea what to expect. JB was the very first person to turn around, introduce himself, and welcome me. He made me feel like I belonged. Years later, when I won the title of Grand Slam Champion, he immediately offered to help coach me for national competition. Except, I didn't see the messages and left them unanswered, which I deeply regret. When I started hosting my own open mic a few years after that, JB would be one of the only people to consistently come support the show both as an audience member and participant. It was at a pizza joint and he would sometimes buy me food when I had no money. He wrote beautiful poems about his two young daughters and how much they inspired him. JB always tried to make people laugh but you could tell he carried a sadness. I did not get details, but from what I have gathered he made a choice to end his life. I wish I would have gotten closer to him and appreciated him more as a friend and person. I wonder if he felt no one cared about him and I feel like I should've let him know more.

Which brings us to Crys. Crystopher Anthony Diaz was a Scorpio with a big heart and a big personality. I met him on Myspace back in the day and started Web camming. We became friends and eventually fell into this gray area of friends, together, but not. It wasn't long before I was spending days at his place, killing hours at a time downloading music, making Wawa runs, and smoking weed with his roommate at the time, Syd. You know, the whole reason I worked at Wawa was Crys suggesting it. And Wawa is the reason I met James. Crys was unlike anyone I'd ever met. He was poetic and artistic and loved animals, especially pit bulls. He loved to draw and write and had this very out loud style that favored Earth tones. He taught me about fashion and insisted on getting dressed even if it was 1am and we were just going to Wawa because you never know who you might see. We would buy new clothes at Walmart and have photo shoots. That boy drank his weight in coffee daily. If it's one thing I'll always remember him for, it's the dancing. Dancing was a passion of his and always used to talk about wanting to form a dance crew. Eventually, we ended up living together for four years. My first apartment was with him in this piece of shit duplex rented to us by a slumlord in Keansburg,NJ. My relationship with him was always defined by our Aries/Scorpio dynamic and he never let me forget it. His birthday was October 30th, mischief night. One time, after we had moved into a new place, we decided to get revenge on our old downstairs neighbor by taking a finished lobster carcass and throwing it on his lawn. . . . . . . Keansburg had a terrible stray cat problem. 😁

I have so many memories with Crystopher. Unfortunately, towards the end of our relationship things became too tumultuous. We had too much unresolved baggage and trauma to find a healthy place emotionally together. We were so financially strained for a time we hardly ate. And then when he met his new girlfriend Laura, she introduced him to her good friend, Roxy. As in Roxcicet. aka Blues. Neither of us knew what that even was at the time. But he sure learned quick. He started using them pretty frequently as time went on, and things only got more complicated. My mental health took a nose dive. By the time I moved out our relationship was trash. I basically left. At the time, I didnt have a choice. things had gotten so bad between us, the money, the using . . . we didn't act like friends anymore.

I saw him a couple times at his new place but that was years ago. Since then, he went through a lot, including homelessness and more struggles with addiction to opiates. He reached out to me and sent me a message apologizing for everything a couple years back. I never responded. I was afraid I would let him back into my life and let the all the problems back in. I didnt trust where he was at in his life. We lost touch and stopped speaking.

His ex, who used to live with us and became my friend, messaged me and told me he died a few days ago. He was 35. I'm still waiting for information, but it may have been drug related. I'm not even sure where I'm at with how I feel. I know why we stopped talking. It was the right thing to do at the time. But he didnt deserve to die so young, having spent the last god knows how many months homeless. It's fucking with me so hard because we never resolved anything. I loved this person so fucking much and we never made peace. Of everyone I've lost, he was the closest to me. I've had a lot of people die on me but none that I lived with and shared a life with. I have more memories with him than I can handle and while I know we hadn't spoken in years and why, I still wish I would've said something. Done something. Yes, i needed healthy boundaries but he needed somebody. when is being firm too firm? If we would've helped, could it have been different? But we didn't want to help at the time, you try to be tough and draw a line. Be firm. Not let yourself be taken advantage of. But is that a defense? Did that defensiveness leave a human being who's head i used to scratch until he fell asleep out in the cold to get sicker and die?

What am I supposed to learn from all this Universe? Why do you take my friends so young and so tragically? I'm only 35, I'm too young to have this much loss.

Because these are just the major players I've lost. It doesnt include my cousin Jared, who died being reckless on a motorcycle at 21 two years ago. I was 15 when he was born. I loved that baby, he used to bite my nose. But his family lived far, so I rarely saw him growing up. Last time I saw him was at my grandfather's funeral. He didn't remember me and the nose biting.

And then there's Marcos who we used to chill with. He worked delivery for our favorite chinese food place. He was a nice kid who lived with his grandparents. We would get food, smoke weed, hang out a little. Even used to buy it off him for a while. Eventually he got into the opiates too, he even wound up being good friends with Crys and being Blue buddies. But eventually Marcos died from an opiate overdose. He was in his mid twenties.

I didnt want to include Ricky because he was more of an acquaintance for me, he was more my partners childhood friend. But god damn, in the time I knew Ricky that kid was a riot. He was loud and funny and definitely marched to the beat of his own drum. Drugs took him too.

Thanks for reading all this if you've made it this far. It's taken me about two hours to type this out on my phone. but i needed to. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

[yourelost-itsokay]

Random stuff from the new vid, basically my running commentary

"Comment below, because the human connection will make me feel like a person again." mood

"Everything is going wrong in my life." mOOD

R: "What up, plebs" I never knew I needed to hear that

P: 🎵 "Singin to myself, cause I'm not uncomfortable at all" 🎵 poor Pat!

R: "Secret secrets are no fun, tell me now or else we're done." (Roman, you're doing great, sweetie)

R: "I have yet to receive my invite to the pity party." MOOD

P, dryly: "That's easy for you to say." (Huh.)

V: " What he means is that you're not a great judge of what is and is not an overreaction. Your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise." / L: "FaLSEhOOd!" / V: "I stand corrected." / P: "There's the one for the day." (Implying he screams falsehood every day at least once? I sure hope so)

V : "So I'm acting fishy. So sushi. I mean sue me." / R: "Don't act like that was an accident." My boys, I've missed you

4:26 V: "I'm gonna prohibit your breathing if you keep this up!" If you didn't hear that the first time, I beg you to go back and hear that part because it is golden, but if you'd rather not I get it

P: "2005's Just Like Heaven starting Mark Ruffalo and Reese Witherspoon?" / V: "Sure." He's so done

P: "You Ruffle-know it." First pun of the video!

R: "If they got married, then he'd be Mark With-his-spoon." Oh, I... I get it

P: "They'd be Mr. and Mrs. With-their-spoon." Pat no

R: "You hijacked my joke! You high-joked!" I stg

5:59 What. The fuck. That's so disturbing, just the fingers coming over the back of the TV? (But little did I know, it would get far more disturbing)

OH MY GOD, that mustache?!

P: "You killed him!" / R, on the floor: "Ughhghg"

What the fuck is this song? What the heck is going on?

Weeelllll then,,,

Deceit's 6 hands are back then,, and still a thing?

Well, we got a villain song, even if it wasn't the one I wanted. I'll just be patient.

"Look, Mr. Duke, I'm really stupid right now, just tell me who you are." What

Duke: "Black out all the juicy stuff." I'm sorry what

P: "Yeah, your... b-hole needs to stay zipped up in your pants where it belongs." What am I watching right now, did I take a left turn at Albuquerque or what

"I'm sorry I don't see the creative merit in 'juicy butthole.'"

UGH HE PULLED HIS EARS OFF HOLY SHIT THAT SOUNDED LIKE VELCROW UGH!

P: "You put those back on right now, mister!" uM EXCUSE ME SIR

L: "But you did exactly what I needed you to." / P: 🎵 "Patton, did a real good job." 🎵

R, mumbling on the floor: "No mommy, I don't want the mashed potatoes."

Duke: 🎵 "Hey prude, your art is bad" 🎵

That cackle! The Duke must've been both strange (and maybe in some twisted way, do I dare say fun?) to play

Duke: "What is my deal? B*tch, what is your deal?" The aTTITUDE

His outfit is so sparkly; wow my AD(H)D is everywhere

17:53 P: "................maybe"

19:08 okay I'm glad that we're pretending like that never happened, that was strange

V: "You bastard" / P: *gasps* / V: "Okay, you can't pretend that that isn't happening" (um, ew)

P: "That's what repression is?" (My poor baby, you shouldn't have to deal with all of that, my poor Patton. Also, I'm going to assume that response was because he has secret repression of his own but he didn't know what it was, ik I'm reaching with headcanons here)

L: "You're just para— expressing a healthy amount of concern. Thank you for being on guard." Logan knew that could lead to an argument, which is the last thing Thomas needs right now, so he changed what he was saying (maybe? people have mentioned Roman's "paranovigilant" so I'm not sure?)

L: "Ahahahah, I said figuratively, and that is why I say it." (What is this music?) "That 👏 is 👏 why 👏 I 👏 say 👏 it 👏" (Logan's clappy thing is back, is that a habit or just to accentuate his words, I wonder?)

Duke: "I looove being given two Ds at once." (Oh no, I did not need to hear that)

Duke: "Record scratch?"

L: "He's being too strict. Oh my goodness, Patton is being too strict? It's not me for once? What does that mean? Am I cool? Does this make me cool? Am I being cool?!" Logan, sweetie, you're cool, I promise! (He's so excited! ❤️)

The whole discussion about reek and the deodorant is the best ("pickled poo log") (" deodorants don't have flavors, you don't eat deodorants—" you were saying, Virge?)

"Dukey"

Ooh, Remus? That's a name

Duke: "I would never hide anything from you." Why did the camera pan to show Virgil looking guilty? Is he still hiding something?

27:49 what... was that? I think both Patton and Virgil display my reaction

I hate how much he sounds like Roman sometimes, but they are played by the same person and probably are supposed to sound alike

Logan's little "everything is okay" really got to me, it's oddly comforting

Duke: "It was just like old times." Yet more evidence that Virgil knows the Dark Sides! More theory fodder! Plus Virgil's "you /used/ to scare me" (turns out we don't need theory fodder anymore, it's been proved ^^)

They're all so excited to see Roman! (Especially Patton's "you're alive!")

Ahh, Roman & Logan are trying to get along now!

I don't wanna bring the Logan ships into this, but everyone's little smile at him before he leaves? I like him a lot more too after this episode

Roman's groan of "I don't like him" reminds me of how he used to react to Virgil

Roman & Remus left with the same "byeee"

Virgil's "the others", "I thought I knew how to handle them" (the music's crescendoing?), "Yeah, but I should know better" and fiNALLY "Because I was one of them." YESSSS OUR THEORIES PAID OFF I just went "wHOOO" super loud in the middle of my house

"partially due to a bad dream about demonic fridges" are we just... not going to talk about that? no??? He's pretending Gavin's just some kid who breaks into his house to steal his HelloFresh? "wHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS! I HAVE CHANGED THE LOCK FIVE TIMES"

In conclusion, sorry guys, I don't really like 'Remus,' so don't mind me if I continue calling him the Duke. Now Sanders Sides to me will be associated with him, which is not a good thought. I finally understand why some people don't like our snake side, I might need to watch for trigger warnings for the Duke myself now. (Sorry!)

[jwminssi]

chasing starlight {jikook | T | part 3/final}

It’s the middle of the night when an explosion on his backyard turns Jungkook’s life upside down. Through a mess of fallen stars, witches and the secrets his parents are keeping from him, Jungkook will have to make sure he’s selfless enough to make the right choice and ignore the way his heart beats faster for the boy that fell from the sky.

read on ao3

Jungkook doesn’t know why but he still screams out Jimin’s name, his voice echoing in the silent neighborhood and being swallowed up by the night.

It’s not long before he feels hands on his shoulders turning him around and he’s met with a very distressed Taehyung.

“What happened?”

Jungkook shakes his head, the image of Jimin’s scared eyes flashing insided his eyelids every time he blinks. “I-I don’t know, they… they just disappeared.”

“Who’s they, Jungkook?” Taehyung shakes him harder but Jungkook can’t even try to free himself from his grip.

“A man and a woman, they… took Jimin.”

Taehyung screams out at nothing in particular and the power with which he does makes Jungkook’s heart skip a beat, his voice sounding like earth-shaking thunder to him. That’s what makes Jungkook come back to reality and sends his mind back to work.

“Let’s get inside.” He calls out to Taehyung, who looks at him like he’s insane.

“What? No! I’m going after Jimin!” He says, already walking away.

“Yeah? Where?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung stops. “Do you have any clue where they went?” The star doesn’t answer but his silence itself is enough. “Thought so, let’s get the fuck inside and find help.”

“Fine.” He agrees, though it’s clear he doesn’t really want to.

Sooyoung is just turning the living room light on when they get back in. “I heard screaming.” She starts off, cautiously. Jungkook notices she looks behind him as if expecting to see Jimin there.

“Jimin’s gone.” He says simply. Taehyung makes an angry noise again and punches the wall, leaving a dent on it. “Hey, calm down!” Jungkook pushes him towards the couch and makes him sit down. “Breaking stuff is not going to help.”

Taehyung glares up at him but remains seated anyway. Jungkook rubs at his eyes and looks at the clock above their family portraits. Half past midnight. Where the hell are they supposed to find help at this hour?

“You need to go back to Hoseok and Yoongi.” Sooyoung finally breaks the silence after about ten minutes of them trying to come up with a solution.

“Right now? I’m not sure they’d be too happy about it.” Jungkook says, shaking his head.

“They won’t mind.” Sooyoung assures. “It’s your best option, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods as he makes up his mind. She’s right. “Okay.”

“I’ll ask your father to drop you off there.”

Just before anything else can be said the doorbell rings. The three look between themselves, all thinking the same thing: who would be at their door so late at night?

“I’ll get it.” Jungkook says slowly, giving Taehyung a look to stay put before going to the front door carefully.

Jungkook puts his hand on the knob and hesitates but figures that if it was someone meaning any harm they would have just kicked the door open. He takes a deep breath and pulls it open at once, stopping dead in his tracks when he finds Hoseok and Yoongi on the other side.

“Oh! I was just going to your shop...” Jungkook says as he steps aside for the two to come in.

“Really? Glad we didn’t miss you, then.” Hoseok comments as he takes his shoes off and leaves them by the door, Yoongi doing the same. “It wouldn’t be the best idea to go there right now.”

“Why not?”

“Your pretty star has caused quite the commotion…” Yoongi explained, toying with his pink collar, the only splash of color in his otherwise all-black outfit. “Joohyun didn’t really believe it was just us at the shop that day. We have a lot of eyes on us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry...” Jungkook frowns and scratches at the back of his neck. He leads them further inside the house and towards the couch, where Taehyung is sitting watching them carefully.

“It’s okay.” Hoseok assures him. “We heard she caught him, though… We’re here to help.”

Jungkook feels relieved that he can count on them. Honestly, he had deposited all his hope on the two men and had nowhere else to go in case they refused.

“Wait, how did you even know where I live?” He asks when his brain finally catches up with the fact that he never told them that piece of information; or anything else about him, for that matter.

Yoongi smiles, his cat-like eyes shining with mischief. “We have our tricks...”

“Honey, who is it?” Sooyoung calls out as she joins them, apparently having been gone upstairs to wake Dowoon up since there’s noise coming from their room now, but stops abruptly once she sees who just walked in her house.

“Huh…” Hoseok mutters, head tilted to the side as he frowns. “I have to say I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Hoseok. Yoongi.” She greets slowly, sounding more surprised than alert, which calms Jungkook down.

“Sooyoung.” Hoseok smiles at her and even Yoongi’s lips curl up slightly. “You look beautiful as ever.”

“You know each other?” Jungkook asks. Even though she had been the one to give him the address of their magic shop, he didn’t expect them to be on such friendly terms.

“You could say that, but it’s been a few years…” Hoseok says, eyes back on him and he squints as if in thought. “Eighteen, to be precise.”

“How old are you again, kid?” Yoongi asks, not one to hold back his tongue and always wanting to get straight to the point.

“I’m eighteen.” Comes the answer. “And my name is Jungkook.”

“Don’t tell me…” Hoseok starts, exchanging a look with Yoongi. “Could it be? Holy shit, it really is a small world.” He mutters more to himself than anyone else. Yoongi only hums.

“Mom?” Jungkook looks back at her, expecting an explanation. At this point, he’s not even surprised that things keep coming up like this. “What are they talking about?”

“He doesn’t know anything?” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at her. “At all?”

“Jimin told him the basics…” Sooyoung sighs. “But not everything. He probably doesn’t realize it himself.” Dowoon joins them, then, but he takes a seat and stays there just watching. Jungkook knows, from the look in his eyes, that he’s not going to get involved in the matter any more than he already is.

“Realize what?” Jungkook notices he’s almost whining but he’s honestly kind of sick of not knowing anything about his own life.

“The necklace Jimin has been wearing?” Yoongi begins with his monotone voice. “It’s yours.” There he goes, right at it as usual.

Jungkook makes a face. “No, it’s not.”

“It is, honey.” Sooyoung says and he has to process that information for a moment.

“So you’re telling me the reason he was being chased after is the necklace, which is mine, so it’s my fault.” Jungkook assumes, running a hand through his hair as he starts beating himself up for Jimin being in danger.

“Partially.” Hoseok says, trying to make the situation better. “You can’t forget he’s a fallen star. They’re very valuable to witches.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks. He needs some time, needs to go outside and breathe, needs to sleep, but he can’t. Not until Jimin is safe again.

“Because we have pure hearts.” Taehyung speaks for the first time since Hoseok and Yoongi arrived. He gets up from the couch and joins them around the dinner table, where they’re all standing up. “They kill us so they can eat it and be young again.”

“What the actual fuck…” Jungkook mutters and he’s sure his mother would be scolding him for language if she wasn’t so worried about his reaction to everything. “Wait, do you…?” He looks at her with wide eyes.

“No, honey, I’m practically human.” Sooyoung answers quickly.

“And I refuse to kill innocent beings for vanity.” Hoseok adds when Jungkook turns to him with the silent question hanging in the air. “There are other ways to maintain our youth.”

“They don’t work as well as eating our hearts, though...” Taehyung comments, pursing his lips. It’s a test, words said to start something, and everyone in the room knows it.

“I don’t care.” Hoseok shrugs, not bothered by the star’s behavior. “I’m not killing anyone for my own benefit.” He looks straight at Taehyung as he says it and the other smiles slightly at his answer.

“Okay…” Jungkook continues, pulling everyone back to the point. “Why didn’t anyone tell me it was my necklace?”

“We’re not supposed to.” Sooyoung sighs, for the first time hating the rules they have to follow. “You have to touch it and realize it belongs to you. Though I think Jimin would have given it to you if he knew.”

“Wait, you never touched it?” Hoseok asks, surprised. It explains why he doesn’t know much but it’s still a bit of a shock because the two seemed close and he just thought he would have had opportunity to do it at this point.

“No, he put it on his neck and it stayed there. Not even when we ki-” Jungkook interrupts himself when he notices the murderous look Taehyung is throwing his way. He clears his throat and continues. “I never touched it. What’s the big deal about it anyways?”

“For you, as soon as you touch it, the necklace recognizes you’re its owner, so you’ll get all your memories back and you can choose whether or not you want to use its full power to become immortal.” Hoseok explains. Jungkook looks over at Sooyoung with his eyebrows raised and she nods at him. “It can be very useful depending on who you were as an angel. For the others looking for it, it can give them immortality, too, but only if they use it the right way.” Jungkook wants to ask how they can do it but decides he already has too much on his mind to worry about someone stealing what’s his.

“So… what? Do I get my angel powers back or something?”

Sooyoung smiles at the way he phrases it. “No, you’ll stay human and you won’t get any powers. But if you were a warrior, for example, you’ll surely remember your training.”

“Which means I can kick ass and get Jimin back.” Jungkook concludes like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“He was definitely a warrior.” Yoongi says with an amused huff.

“You know what that means, right?” Hoseok asks Taehyung, a small smile on his lips at the star’s displeased expression.

“What?” Jungkook asks, looking between the two.

“He shouldn’t hate you since you two probably fought side by side before.” Hoseok says, eyes still on the star, who only rolls his eyes.

“He’ll make up reasons to hate me either way.” Jungkook waves him off, choosing not to stay on that topic for too long since it’s not going to take them anywhere. “How do we find Jimin?”

Hoseok looks over at Yoongi as he thinks and the latter shrugs. “Seokjin.”

“No.” Taehyung says decidedly and Yoongi rolls his eyes at his behavior. “Someone else.”

“You know him?” Hoseok asks, curious.

“He’s my brother.” Taehyung answers shortly. “Well, not anymore.”

“You’re the one that killed Namjoon.” Hoseok says, and it’s not a question. Taehyung only clenches his jaw and glares at him.

Yoongi scoffs. “Figures.”

“Let’s go to someone else.” Taehyung tries to move on from having to reach out to him.

“Seokjin is our best option, he’s been around for centuries and he knows everything that happens around here.” Yoongi explains, looking absolutely done with him. “If anything, he’s already getting ready to rescue Jimin himself since he probably doesn’t trust his selfish brother to do it.” He goes on, never one to care about how harsh his words sound. “I wouldn’t, if I were him.”

Taehyung looks offended as he takes a step closer to Yoongi. “You don’t know me.” Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky for some patience.

“Thank the gods for that.” Yoongi snickers. “I mean, look at us right now…” His voice is laced with disgust but no one tries to stop him. “Your brother is probably about to get killed and you’re refusing the best option to rescue him for pride.” Yoongi’s eyes are so hard Jungkook would not want to be the one on the receiving end of that look. “I wouldn’t trust you even if my life depended on it.” He spits the words out right at Taehyung’s face.

Everyone in the room watches as Taehyung’s eyes glow a bright blue and he makes his sword materialize in his hand to point it right at Yoongi’s neck, who doesn’t even flinch.

“Enough!” Jungkook raises his voice as he slams his hands down on the table. “Yes, Taehyung is an asshole, we all know that, but I couldn’t give two shits about it right now.” He looks at the star, finding his gaze already on him. “Do you want your brother to be safe or not?”

Taehyung scoffs and puts his sword away. “What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Then stop fucking around and let them take us to Seokjin.” Jungkook almost screams the words at him, hoping it will help him understand that he needs to stop being stubborn when Jimin’s life is on the line like this.

Taehyung clenches his jaw and clicks his tongue before he says, “Fine.”

The silence that follows is deafening and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, until Yoongi breaks it by saying,

“Yeah… Definitely a warrior.”

Hoseok and Yoongi give them the precise directions to where Seokjin lives and stay with Sooyoung and Dowoon at the house. They offered to go but Jungkook denied, claiming he didn’t want to risk their lives even more and that their help had already been more than enough.

They hail a taxi not wanting to take Sooyoung’s car because they most likely won’t have a place to leave it while they go where Jimin is. The ride is silent and filled with so much tension the drives keeps throwing worried glances their way through the rear-view mirror.

Seokjin lives in a small house in a more secluded part of the city, with big front and back yards, surrounded by plants and with birds chirping every now and then.

They stop in front of it for a while before Jungkook risks a glance at Taehyung. The star looks like he’s one second away from turning around and doing things his way so Jungkook hurries to go knock on the wooden door.

Seokjin doesn’t show any emotion when he opens the door to find them there. “Figured you’d be coming here.” He turns his back on them and leaves them to close it after they get inside. “Though I must admit it still surprises me that you didn’t try to find him on your own.”

Taehyung glares at the back of his head. “Don’t start.”

“Can you help us?” Jungkook asks, trying to take control of the situation before Taehyung can ruin their best shot.

“Of course, I was getting ready to leave, actually.” Seokjin turns to smile at him, a completely different treatment than he gives his brother. “Any help is appreciated, especially from you.”

Jungkook pauses. “Why?”

“If we can get your necklace, we’ll end them in no time.” Seokjin explains as he goes around a shelf to look for something.

“You know it’s mine too?” Jungkook wonders just how many people knew about things he didn’t even find out about himself until recently.

Seokjin shrugs. “Figured as much when I had a talk with Hoseok and Yoongi about the two of you…”

“Okay, and… how does it work?”

“All you have to do is touch it.” He says while Jungkook listens carefully. “I’m pretty sure you were a warrior just by looking at you so that’s a good thing for us. Everything else will come back to you and you’ll know exactly what to do.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to fight anyone.” Jungkook admits, the realization that he’s going into this mission seemingly unprepared finally catching up to him.

“You will be.” Seokjin smiles at him sweetly again, making Jungkook feel better with the reassurance.

“Can’t believe you’re our only hope.” Taehyung tsks as he looks around Seokjin’s house.

“I also happen to have your only ticket home…” The older star answers, ignoring the comment completely. “Aren’t you desperate for this?” Seokjin pulls an object Jungkook doesn’t recognize out of a box and Taehyung immediately reacts.

“A Babylon candle.” He reaches for it but Seokjin puts it out of his reach.

“I’ll give it to you with one condition…” He talks slowly as if he’s making a deal with a child. “When we rescue Jimin, you’ll let the little prince decide if he wants to stay here or go with you.”

Taehyung immediately scowls. “I can’t do that.”

“Then you better find someone else to get you one of these because this one will surely not be yours.” He puts the candle back inside the box and locks it, keeping the key around his neck.

“Seokjin!” Taehyung protests.

“Taehyung, he is not a baby, you can’t control him forever.” Seokjin argues. “Let him make his own mistakes for once in his life.”

“Not when those mistakes can lead to his death.” Taehyung shakes his head, seemingly adamant on his decision.

“Being on the ground is not as dangerous as they make it out to be.” Seokjin sighs; Jungkook notices then he looks exhausted. “We’re living in different times, Tae, things have changed.” It’s the first time he sees Seokjin talking to Taehyung in such a soft voice. “Let the kid live…” He says and looks at Jungkook as he completes with, “Let him love.”

Taehyung clenches his teeth and looks away for a moment before his eyes land back on Seokjin. “Fine, I’ll let him decide.”

“Good to see you’re growing up, Taehyungie.” Jungkook is sure the nickname is supposed to sound teasing but it comes out almost in a fond way from his lips. “And you, angel boy, you can’t come wearing that.” Seokjin says as he eyes him up and down. “Come on, I’m sure I can get you better than sweater pants and an Iron Man T-shirt.”

Jungkook frowns at his own clothes as he looks down his body to study them. Right, he didn’t have the mind to change from his sleeping attire after the whole mess happened. Great job, Jungkook.

He follows Seokjin to a room at the back of the house, most likely his bedroom, and sits on the bed as the star opens his wardrobe and begins his search.

“Are you sure Taehyung isn’t going to burn your house down or anything if we leave him alone?” Jungkook asks, mostly out of spite than anything else.

Seokjin lets out a short laugh. “He might be an idiot but I don’t think he would do that.”

Jungkook sighs, fingers tracing the flowery pattern of Seokjin’s bed sheets. “I just don’t see how Jimin can adore him so much. He’s not exactly the most pleasant type.”

Seokjin stops digging through his clothes to look at Jungkook. His expression is as neutral as one can be and Jungkook hates that he’s so good at hiding what he’s thinking. “Taehyung was initiated into a hard life way too early.” He begins and thinks over his words before he continues. “I was heir to the kingdom and Jimin was always father’s precious diamond so he was the one that was designated pretty much since birth to rule the army when he got old enough. He was able to enjoy part of his childhood like the normal young ones and he was always attached to Jimin’s hip wherever they went, so they’re really close.”

It’s an explanation, in a way, of why the two look like they can’t keep each other out of their line of sight. Partially, it also tells Jungkook why Taehyung is so overprotective of Jimin; it doesn’t explain, though, why he’s such an aggressive guy.

“But life started getting rough for him way before it should and he grew up in an environment that shaped the being he is today, cold heart and all.” Seokjing shrughs, finally letting some emotion slip into his eyes: sadness. “Jimin is the only one that can still get a glimpse of the kind soul he used to be.”

Jungkook thinks this over for a moment and Seokjin goes back to finding something for him to wear. Jimin is definitely the type to always see the good in everyone and Jungkook admires that on him; but it doesn’t mean he can just start to like Taehyung because he had a rough upbringing or anything like that.

“What’s your story?” He asks suddenly. Jimin already told him a good portion of what happened but he wants to hear it from Seokjin himself now. “Why aren’t you up there sending your soldiers down here to kill humans since you all hate us so much?”

“It’s not like that, Jungkook…” The smile he gives him is a mix of amused and sad. “It is true that most stars despise humans but we were never enemies.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Taehyung doesn’t seem to agree with you.”

Seokjin sighs. “Well, he grew up on the wrong side of the spectrum. Our army is full of radical conservative assholes who think they’re superior beings, and they managed to drill that into his head.” There it is, another emotion Jungkook can recognize: anger.

“And what happened between you two?”

“We had a great relationship.” Seokjin starts off with that. He doesn’t look like the same condescending guy that Jungkook met that night when he broke into his house. “When he started his training, he would come up to me for advice whenever things got too hard for him to handle.” He picks a set of clothes for Jungkook and comes to sit next to him as he finishes his story. “But I had my own responsibilities too. As heir, I was a spokesperson between us and the angels… Sometimes I’d come down here with them on missions.”

“That’s when you met Namjoon.” Jungkook concludes, remembering the name Yoongi used at his house earlier.

Seokjin swallows before he nods. “Yes. He was… as charming as a human can be, cute dimples and all.” He smiles, sadness seeping through every syllable. “Incredibly smart, too, he was actually a pure human like you, a strategist for the angels when he was still among them.” He stops to take a shaky breath. “I didn’t know stars could fall in love, but I did, and it was fast.”

Jungkook can definitely identify with that; he doesn’t know if it’s something to do with the fact they’re stars or just a coincidence but he sure fell fast for Jimin too. “How did Taehyung find out?”

“I started coming down way more often than I should.” He shakes his head, clearly still feeling guilty about the result of his actions. “One day, he gathered a back up group and followed me. Namjoon and I were sitting in his kitchen drinking tea when they barged through the door. There were soldiers yelling, some of them grabbed Namjoon while the others stopped me from getting to him, all while Taehyung watched.” Seokjin stops and when his eyes meet Jungkook’s he can see how heartbroken he is. “I didn’t recognize my brother that day, Jungkook. There was…” He swallows around the lump in his throat. “So much hate in his eyes. He killed Namjoon just a few hours after that and he made sure I was there when he chopped his neck off.”

“That’s…” Jungkook tries to find the words but he can’t, not able to even imagine what that must have felt like. All he can think of is that he would be devastated if he ever lost Jimin like this. “I’m sorry.”

“I tried to kill him next.” Seokjin continues, staring at the floor. “I always hated how heavy the sword felt in my hands so I never used it, but… I couldn’t, I-” He shakes his head. “I was also blinded by anger.”

“But you didn’t…” Jungkook says, trying to understand what else happened that day. “Kill him, I mean.”

“Aside from Jimin, Taehyung’s closest friend was the head of the angels’ army, Rahatiel.” The name sounded somewhat familiar to Jungkook but he couldn’t figure out where from so he let it go. “When I ran towards them with my sword he put himself in between me and Taehyung. I ended up killing him instead.”

Jungkook’s chest hurts as soon as the words come out of Seokjin’s mouth and with the way his lungs feel like they just stopped working all he can say is, “Oh.”

“Have you ever heard Taehyung scream?” Seokjin asks him suddenly.

“Uh, kind of?” Jungkook replies after taking a deep breath. He doesn’t know the reason behind that question, though. “Earlier, when he found out Jimin was gone. It’s scary.”

“When he saw Rahatiel’s body lying there lifeless, the scream he let out made the entire kingdom shake.” Seokjin explains. He sounds like he’s reliving everything inside his head right now. “I wouldn’t be surprised if even the humans heard it. I was sure he was going to kill me but the worst part is that I didn’t care.”

“What stopped him?”

“Our father heard about what was going on and came to the training grounds to solve the situation. There was nothing else to be done, though.” Seokjin says, getting up again. “I resigned my role as heir and fell, making a deal to never go back up whereas Taehyung promised he wouldn’t come looking for me.”

“Seokjin, I-” Jungkook doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to say but he doesn’t even have to worry about it because the bedroom door opens harshly.

“Is story time over?” Taehyung asks, eyes hard when they land on Jungkook. “Jimin still needs to be rescued.”

Seokjin sighs and hands Jungkook the clothes he picked for him. “Get dressed.”

It’s not long before they’re on their way to where Jimin is being kept.

Seokjin told them Joohyun uses the same place every time she needs to prepare a bigger and more intricate spell, so he’s sure that is where she took Jimin. It’s even further away from the city than Seokjin’s house but Jungkook supposed that’s the whole point of it, that no one can find the place where she plays out all her evil witch plans.

They can’t drive a car up there this time around, though, so it takes about another hour for them to spot the place. Jungkook studies the warehouse as they get closer to it, having only the moonlight to help him, noticing how it looks abandoned and like no one goes there in ages; again, it probably serves Joohyun perfectly because of that.

Before leaving Seokjin’s house, the three agreed that Taehyung would go in first and Seokjin last, while Jungkook walked in the middle. For a moment, Taehyung tried to convince the boy to stay, claiming he couldn’t be of any use to them since he didn’t know how to fight. Seokjin argued that all he had to do was get his necklace and that problem would be solved.

So they went, with careful steps towards the big wooden door that led to the inside of the warehouse, hoping Joohyun didn’t have many more big men with her like the one that helped her kidnap Jimin from Jungkook’s house or they would be in serious trouble.

Finally walking in, they hide behind some cages and study the place. The only source of light comes from candles that are scattered around, creating weird shadows all over the walls. They can see Joohyun from where they are, in the distance and going up a set of stairs making some sort of preparations in front of a table where, they presume, Jimin is.

Seokjin starts moving to his right while Taehyung goes to his left, leaving Jungkook to have to decide on his own who to follow. He surprises even himself by going with Taehyung.

They’re starting to cross the warehouse when Joohyun sees them. She doesn’t waste time in sending two men to get them, watching to make sure they’re both preoccupied before focusing back on Jimin; Jungkook doesn’t have much time to look at her, but he’s sure he sees Seokjin tackle her down before he’s punched in the face.

Jungkook steps back in a daze before taking one of the many random things that are tossed all over the place and throwing it at the man, managing to stun him just enough so that he can put some distance in between them. He looks back at Taehyung and sees that he’s still dealing with the other guy so he has to do this on his own, going forward throwing punches and kicks as best as he can without getting too hurt himself.

There’s the sound of a body falling to the floor and what’s definitely Taehyung’s thunder-like voice yelling “Watch out!” before Jungkook feels a sharp sting on his arm. He pushes the man that’s coming at him away just enough so he can turn to see what hit him and finds yet another one of Joohyun’s men, but this one is carrying a machete as he runs at him at full speed.

There’s barely even time for Jungkook to blink before Taehyung is pushing him out of the way and receiving the hit himself, his blood coming out of him in quick spurts as his body falls right at his feet.

Jungkook watches in horror as the man pulls the machete out of Taehyung’s body and looks straight at him. He’s going to die, he can feel it.

His only regret is not being able to tell Jimin that he’s in love with him.

“Jungkook!” He spins around, purely on automatic after hearing his name, when he hears Seokjin call out for him, fast reflexes acting up to catch whatever it is that he throws at him.

Time stops as soon as he touches the delicate jewel he recognizes now.

The necklace. His necklace.

When Jungkook thought about what it would feel like getting his memories from a past life back, he imagine it would be like watching a movie. He thought he would see the images in the back of his mind, of moments he lived and places he’s been, passing through one by one until he got everything. Instead, he’s bombarded with all his memories at once in a jumbled mess of colors and sounds; and somehow, he recognizes them all separately.

He can tell there’s an explosion of light of which he’s the center and when he opens his eyes, the two men that were running to attack him are just getting up, confused about what just happened. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before he takes Taehyung’s sword from where it landed next to him and goes full force at the one that’s closest to him.

His human brain is still trying to fully process what’s going on but his subconscious moves around like second nature, as if he’s trained years to be able to fight like this; and, in a way, he supposes he has. The weapon feels great in his hands and there is not a single doubt in Jungkook’s mind that he was born to do this.

It takes a total of thirty seconds for the two men to fall, the sound of their limp bodies hitting the ground echoing around the warehouse. Jungkook runs towards where Jimin and Seokjin are now cornered by Joohyun as she recites some words, her back on him as he climbs up the stairs.

A voice in the back of his head complains about missing his wings but Jungkook doesn’t have time to dwell on it right now.

He stops when he hears a big noise behind him and turns around just in time to see a fire starting right where Taehyung is still lying down. The structure of the warehouse, made out of wood, is starting to give in and Jungkook knows he has to act fast if he wants to get everyone out of there as safely as possible – and, in Taehyung’s case, alive.

Objects from all around the place start flying in Jungkook’s direction, most likely commanded by Joohyun, and he has to be careful not to get hit by any of them before he has the chance to take her down.

When Jungkook finally reaches the top of the stairs, Joohyun has magically trapped Seokjin against the wall – where he’s seemingly choking if his red face is anything to go by – and Jimin under her tight hold on his neck as her long nails leave marks on his soft skin.

There isn’t even one moment of hesitation on Jungkook’s part before he takes the sword and slices it across her body just above her shoulders. Her head rolls down the set of stairs and her blood splatters all over Jimin’s terrified face, staining him in a way that’s most likely going to be more than just physical.

They exchange a look and all Jungkook wants to do is hold him tight in his arms. But he can’t. Not right now.

Seokjin falls to the ground with a thud and all the things flying in Jungkook’s direction do, too.

“We have to go.” Jungkook says, eyes already on Taehyung, who managed to drag his body away from the fire, leaving a trail of his own blood behind.

Jungkook takes a still panicked Jimin by the hand and runs down the stairs to where his brother is, looking behind him to make sure Seokjin is following closely. Both stars stop in pained shock when they see the state Taehyung is in, neither having seen the moment one of Joohyun’s men got to him.

Still, with his mind working fully on automatic, Jungkook doesn’t even spare them a glance as he picks Taehyung’s weak body from the ground carefully and carries him outside. The building is on fire, they can’t be bothered to stop like this.

It’s cold when they step out of the warehouse, the middle of the night atmosphere catching up to them even though it’s probably not long before dawn at this point.

When they reach a safe distance from the building that’s falling apart, Jungkook finally puts Taehyung down. Jimin is the first to come closer.

“No…” Jimin whispers as he kneels beside Taehyung, cradling his face in his small hands with tears already pooling in his eyes. “What did you do?”

“He… he saved me.” Jungkook says, human brain finally coming up for air in the middle of his subconscious angel behavior. He suddenly feels overwhelmed.

“Minie…” Taehyung tries to speak but he chokes on his own blood and ends up coughing instead of talking. “For you.” That’s the only thing he manages to croak out.

Jimin sobs when he understands what he means and only then Jungkook believes what Seokjin told him earlier about Taehyung not being selfish.

“Back off, the two of you.” Jimin says suddenly and he dries his tears with a serious look on his face. He exchanges a meaningful look with Seokjin, who seems to know what he’s about to do, while Jungkook stands there completely lost.

“Come on, Jungkook.” Seokjin pulls him by the arms until he catches up with him and leads him to a safe distance from the two brothers still on the ground. “Close your eyes.” He says before covering Jungkook’s eyes himself.

“Jiminie, no…” Taehyung protests but it’s no use; Jimin has already made his decision.

“Hey, Tae, answer me this: what do stars do?” He asks as he holds his brother’s face between his hands and leans their foreheads together.

“Shine.” They say together.

Even with his sight blocked by Seokjin’s hand, Jungkook can still see the brightness behind it. He feels the explosion of light that surrounds them, just like the one from the night Jimin fell on his backyard, and then, as fast as it started, it’s over.

When he reopens his eyes, both Jimin and Taehyung are passed out in front of them.

Jungkook runs to Jimin and falls to his knees next to him right as Taehyung sits up with a start, eyes glowing a bright blue. Seokjin approaches carefully and places a hand on the star’s shoulder as if to ask if he’s okay; Taehyung nods curtly at him, eyes falling on Jimin’s body.

Before Jungkook can even start to panic about Jimin not waking up, he chokes searching for air and opens his eyes, now a pretty shade of brown that’s different from the grayish blue Jungkook got used to.

Jimin’s gaze fixates on him and he gasps. “Oh.” His voice sounds somewhat different to Jungkook’s ears, too, but he can’t tell why. “You’re much more beautiful like this…”

Jungkook frowns at the same time he feels his cheeks heating up, completely taken aback by the comment at a time like this. “W-what?”

“He’s human now.” It’s Seokjin who speaks, while Jimin seems lost in Jungkook’s face, studying every inch of him as if it’s the first time he’s seeing him. “His entire being changed, and that includes his senses. It might take a while for him to get used to it.”

“You’re… human?” Jungkook asks, heart beating faster because somewhere inside his brain he knows Jimin can’t go back to the sky anymore.

“Yeah, I…” Jimin starts, for the first time looking at his brother sitting next to him. “I gave up my starlight to heal Taehyung.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Taehyung scolds, as if he wouldn’t have been dead if it wasn’t for Jimin’s sacrifice.

“Would you rather have died?” Seokjin voices Jungkook’s thoughts but he’s ignored.

“I can’t take you home now.” Taehyung continues staring at Jimin.

“I wouldn’t have gone anyway…” Jimin says softly as if not to piss him off. “I want to stay here, Tae.” He adds, just to make sure his point is made. “And I’m human now, it’s not dangerous for me anymore.”

Jungkook’s mind is spinning. His human and angel lives and memories are finally melding into one and Jimin just said he’s staying on the ground. Sure, he’s most likely going to live with Seokjin but still; he’s not losing him forever.

Taehyung only sighs but doesn’t say anything as he gets up. It’s not like he has a choice anyways.

“Can I still have that candle?” He asks Seokjin, who smiles softly at him.

“Let’s go get it for you, TaeTae.” The nickname slips from him easily and Taehyung gulps when he hears it, but doesn’t say anything after staring at Seokjin for a good minute.

“Can you give me my sword back?” Taehyung talks to Jungkook instead, who takes off Taehyung’s belt he picked up from the ground and hands it to him, the weapon firmly attached to it.

Their eyes meet when he passes it over and it all comes together at once.

“Jungkook… are you okay?” Jimin asks when he doesn’t follow him as they start walking.

“Yeah, I just…” His head tilts to the side quickly before he looks up. “I remember you now.”

“Oh, that’s right, you got all your memories from your past life.” Seokjin remembers. “Who were you?”

Jungkook makes sure his eyes are trained on them as he says the name. “Rahatiel.”

The three express different reactions. Jungkook knows what each of them mean.

“Are you serious?” Taehyung chokes out, the first to break the silence and taking a couple of steps towards him. He looks like he’s about to go into shock; it’s the first time – in his human life – that he sees Taehyung wear his heart on his sleeve like this.

“Good to see you again, Taehyung.” Jungkook lets himself smile, voice heavy with the memories. “Even though you hate me now because I’m human.” He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“You died for me.” It comes as a whisper but in the dead silent of the night, everyone can hear it.

“Guess we’re even now, huh?”

The hug that Jungkook is pulled into comes out of nowhere and startles everyone. It takes a moment for Jungkook to gain back his senses after the initial shock and wrap his arms around Taehyung. He looks over at Jimin and their eyes meet before Jimin smiles at him, the happiest Jungkook has ever seen him.

The wave of relief that he feels hugging Taehyung feels out of place at the same time that it feels like going back home. As an angel, he never got to say goodbye properly but he remembers their friendship perfectly and he doesn’t regret giving his life for him. All the bad feelings he had towards Taehyung disappeared now that he knows who he is and what they went through as soldiers that fought side by side and as children that were put into leadership positions way too soon.

“Take care of my brother.” Taehyung says after he pulls away, voice heavy with all the emotions he’s been suppressing for so long.

“Will do.” Jungkook assures him. “And you, don’t be so hard on yourself.” He asks of the star, remembering how close they used to be and all the things Taehyung confided in him. “Stop being so scared of living your own life. You’re great at what you do, but you shouldn’t live for the war.” Taehyung nods, surprised that he remembers even those little talks where he let all his frustrations out to his best friend. “And...” Jungkook pulls him close until he can whisper in his ear. “Forgive Seokjin.”

Taehyung doesn’t react to the words but the look he exchanges with Jungkook is enough answer for him.

And speaking of Seokjin, he’s slowly coming closer too, almost scared to approach.

“Jungkook...” He chokes out, not trying to stop the tears filling his eyes like Taehyung did.

“Don’t.” He stops him before he can continue. “Don’t even think about apologizing.”

Seokjin sobs.“I killed you.” He whispers, not having the strength to admit it out loud.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Jungkook assures him, holding him by the shoulders carefully. “I heard your side of the story, it’s okay.”

“It’s really not.” The tears are streaming down his face freely now and Jungkook pulls him into a hug.

“I can see you honestly regret it, Seokjin.” He says without letting go. “Don’t beat yourself up for it, leave it in the past. Besides, if you hadn’t killed me I wouldn’t be here right now and I wouldn’t have Jimin.” Jungkook pulls away to look at him with a smile, Seokjin doing the same even if it’s subdued by his crying. “So I guess you did me a favor in the end.”

“I-” Seokjin tries to speak but Jungkook shakes his head.

“Really, it’s okay.” He pats him on the back once more before letting go. “Let’s go home.”

Jungkook expects Jimin to say something but he only smiles and stretches out his hand for him to hold, which he does more than happily. Their fingers intertwine automatically and it feels like they were made to be like that.

The sun is shining when Jimin and Jungkook finally ring the doorbell at Jungkook’s house. They stopped at Seokjin’s so that they could get cleaned up from all the blood and dirt all over their bodies, Jungkook getting his clothes back and Jimin borrowing some from his brother.

Taehyung decided it was time for him to go back and they said their goodbyes, once again turning emotional when Taehyung pulled Seokjin into a tight hug before lighting up the Babylon candle and leaving.

Sooyoung starts crying as soon as she opens the door to find them there, wrapping her arms around both of them at the same time as she talks about how relieved she is that they’re home and fine.

Hoseok and Yoongi, who are surprisingly still there, also look pleased that they’re safe, welcoming them with warm smiles and words. Dowoon shoots Jungkook a stern look but he holds his son in his arms as he takes a deep breath into their hug, doing the same with Jimin and shocking both of them with the action.

They eat breakfast before Jungkook pulls Jimin up to his room, body aching and begging for some rest.

They’re lying in bed, Jimin’s body almost completely on top of Jungkook’s when Jimin asks,

“Do you remember me?”

Jungkook smiles. He was expecting that question. “Of course.”

“You wouldn’t stop flirting with me.” Jimin giggles against his chest, playing with the strings on his hoodie as his mind goes back to a good two hundred years ago.

“Taehyung hated me for it.” Jungkook huffs, amused. “But he wouldn’t stop talking about you and you were always around when I went to see him, so obviously I payed attention.”

Jimin raises his head to look at him. “Did you do it just to spite him?”

“Flirt with you? Of course not.” Jungkook answers honestly. “You were the most beautiful of them all, star or angel, no one compared to you.” He watches as a smile blooms on Jimin’s face, growing until it reaches his eyes. “That’s still true, by the way.” He touches his cheek when a blush paints itself across them.

“I wish we could’ve been closer.” Jimin pouts.

“I don’t.” Jungkook disagrees. “You would have suffered a lot with my death.”

“Taehyung did… I almost didn’t recognize him.” Jimin frowns as he remembers the way his brother was during that time. “You know, he swore to kill Seokjin if he ever saw him again.”

Jungkook shook his head, hands softly going up and down Jimin’s sides to calm both of them down from the bad memories. “It’s awful what hate can do...”

“Yeah…” Jimin agrees with a sigh before looking up at Jungkook expectantly. “So what now?”

“You’re staying with me, right?” Jungkook risks asking, even though they didn’t really define whether he would stay with Seokjin or not. “I’m moving to Seoul for university in about a week and I wouldn’t mind having some company.”

Jimin smiles, moving so he can peck his lips shyly. “Of course I’m staying. I’m talking about the necklace, though…” He makes a dramatic pause. “Do you want to be immortal?”

“Only if it’s with you.” Jungkook says without hesitation.

“I’m definitely on board with that.” Jimin says, feeling warmth spread all over his body at the feeling of being so wanted like this.

“Let’s not worry about that yet, though…” Jungkook sighs, squeezing Jimin’s waist and loving how warm he feels close to him like this. “I’m not sure I want to be stuck in my eighteen-year-old body forever.” Jimin giggles at the face he makes. “For now...” He takes the necklace from his nightstand and puts it around Jimin’s neck. “I know you’ll keep it safe for me.”

no man can live forever

except he, who possesses the heart of a star

and Jimin had given his to Jungkook completely

and they still live

happily ever after

[beiovaz]

A Crack In Time 4/?

It’s been a while and I’m really sorry about the wait, college has been slowly sucking my life away but I’m now back with another chapter.

When she was seven years old a man in a box fell from the sky and crash-landed in her best friends garden, and promised her that he would return in five minutes, now nineteen years old and twelve years late the Doctor returns to best friends Hollie and Amy and quickly learns that they're no longer the seven-year-old girls he met five minutes ago in body but possibly at heart. Unable to leave them alone with the strange crack the Doctor invites them in his magical time and space machine while he figures out what the crack in time and space actually is.

AO3 | Wattpad | Spoiler Series

The Doctor tossed the phone to Hollie before he walked out of one of the wards. "Where are you going?" Amy asked.

"The roof." He answered before spotting the sign 'locker room'. He grinned and headed through the doors. "No, hang on." He replied.

"What's in here?" Amy asked.

"I'm saving the world - I need a decent shirt." He called over his shoulder. "To hell with the raggedy. Time to put on a show."

"You just summoned aliens back to Earth. Actual aliens, deadly aliens, aliens of death," Hollie's eyes widened as the Doctor undid the buttons on his shirt before slipping the old tie off. "And now you're taking your clothes off." Hollie quickly covered her eyes while Amy just stared. "Amy, he's taking his clothes off."

"Turn your back if it embarrasses you." He told them.

Hollie quickly spun around, wishing to give the Doctor his privacy while Amy just kept staring.

"Are you stealing clothes now?" Rory asked. "Those clothes belong to people, you know." He looked at Amy. "Are you not going to turn your back?"

"No." She grinned.

After the embarrassment of the Doctor stripping all his clothes off and getting a new pink shirt, trousers and picking up several different ties the four-headed to the roof of the hospital.

"Was this a good ide Doctor?" Hollie asked. "Because they were leaving and did stop cooking the planet.

The Doctor nodded. "Leaving is good. Never coming back is better." He stepped forward, the ties hanging loosely around his neck. "Come on, then! The Doctor will see you now."

Hollie rolled her eyes and laughed slightly at his comment before her eyes widened and she stepped back as a large eyeball dropped onto the roof and scanned the Doctor.

"You are not of this world." The Atraxi stated.

The Doctor nodded in agreement. "No, but I've put a lot of work into it." He looked at his selection of ties and held a few up. "Oh, hmm, I don't know. What do you think?" He asked the eyeball before shaking his head and muttering something about the eye before looking at Hollie and Amy. "Thoughts?"

"Don't like the colour." Hollie shook her head at a tie the Doctor held up. The Doctor nodded and tossed the tie to her and grinned as she easily caught it.

"Is this world important?" The Atraxi asked.

"Important?" The Doctor repeated. "What's that mean, important?" He questioned. "Six billion people live here. Is that important? Here's a better question. Is this world a threat to the Atraxi?" Hollie raised an eyebrow wondering what the Doctor was doing. "Well, come on. You're monitoring the whole planet. Is this world a threat?"

A projection of the world appeared between the Doctor and the Atraxi before it disappeared and was replaced by tanks, people with guns and explosives. "No."

"Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?"

"No."

"Okay." The Doctor nodded while tossing a couple of ties in the direction of the humans, Hollie and Amy both giggled when a tie hit Rory right in the face. "One more. Just one. Is this world protected? Because you're not the first lot to come here. Oh, there have been so many." They watched as projections of different aliens showed up. Hollie's eyes widened seeing the Daleks, she looked over at Amy and frowned, how could she not bat an eyelid at them? They were half scared to death when the metal salt shakers appeared in the sky. "And what you've got to ask is, what happened to them?"

The projection then switched and Hollie and Amy both frowned as ten different faces appeared on screen, each of different men before the image stopped and the Doctor stepped through the projection and smiled when the projection disappeared. Hollie blinked not even noticing that he had placed on a tweed jacket he had bought up. She glanced at Amy as the ginger looked over at her and they both smiled before looking back at the Doctor who just stood there, staring at the eyeball, he didn't even look scared.

"Hello." He greeted. "I'm the Doctor." He chuckled slightly. "Basically, run."

The humans watched with the Doctor as the eyeball returned back to its ship before it quickly disappeared.

Hollie frowned and looked up at the sky not even able to see it any more while Amy looked over to the Doctor, or rather where the Doctor was before he disappeared off the roof. "Doctor?" She frowned. Hollie looked over at Amy and Rory before spinning around, he had gone. "He's gone." She looked over at Hollie.

The blonde shook her head. "No." She swallowed hard and ran to the fire exit. "No, no, no!" She shouted, running down the stairs, hoping that she could catch up to him and stop him from leaving. "Doctor she shouted as she heard a wheezing sound grow louder the closer she got to Amy's house. The blonde froze when she saw what looked like a ghost of the blue box disappear. "No." She whispered and sunk to her knees in front of the mark the box left behind in the grass.

Amy swallowed hard and stopped, seeing Hollie, slowly she walked up to her friend and pulled her up to stand, tightly hugging her. Hollie refused to give up the Doctor, she lost so many friends, jobs and a few boyfriends after they found out she believed in an 'imaginary man' she lost practically everything. The only thing she had left with her art and Amy and Rory, no one else believed her, why should they believe a 19-year-olds seven-year-old selves story against the hard cold reality, to them, time and space travel wasn't real so neither could the 'Raggedy Doctor'.

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Two years later Hollie and Amy sat on the Scottish gingers bed laughing at a joke Amy had just said before the ginger sighed and looked up at the dress hanging from her wardrobe. "I can't believe it's tomorrow." She mumbled before looking at Hollie. "I don't know if I'm ready for it."

The blonde smiled and stared at the dress for a moment before looking at her friend. "You love Rory don't you?"

"Of course I do." Amy frowned. "Why would you say that?"

"Why are you worrying if you love him then?" Hollie asked and tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I'm just scared." She admitted. "It's just been the four of us for so long now." She shrugged. "You, me, Mels and Rory and from tomorrow it's just me and Rory."

"And I'll be at the wedding." Hollie laughed.

"It's a shame Mels can't have a prison furlough."

"Well, she did steal a police car after being on her last furlough for the engagement party." Hollie shrugged.

"You stole a fire engine with the Doctor!" Amy protested.

"No." Hollie shook her head. "I didn't the Doctor did and it was borrowing, not stealing."

"Did you return it?"

"Well no-"

"Stealing."

Hollie huffed before looking down at her hands. "I miss him, Ames."

Amy sighed and took her friend's hand. "I know Hollie, I miss him too."

"No." Hollie smiled slightly. "Not like you, not an 'Amy missing' someone. I miss him differently. After he saved the world I couldn't stop thinking..."

Hollies best friends eyes widened. "You like him!"

"I don't!"

"Admit it!" Amy pointed at her.

"No!" Hollie replied.

"Because you like him." She laughed. "Hollie and the Doctor sitting-"

"Okay, okay." Hollie cut her off. "Maybe. I don't know, I'm still mad he left and didn't come back. I thought he would you know, he promised us."

"Twelve years before seeing us again. He probably changed his mind."

Hollie shrugged and Amy smiled. "Maybe though?" She lightly nudged her friend with her shoulder. "Maybe what?"

"Maybe I do like him." She rolled her eyes.

"I knew it!" Amy laughed and jumped up from her bed, skipping around her room. "I knew it, you like the Doctor."

"Only a little bit." Hollie protested, now standing up as well. "It's nothing though, he isn't coming back."

"He might do." Amy shrugged.

"He's going to be off somewhere saving a planet like in our stories we made up when we were kids-"

Amys' eyes grew wide when she heard a faint wheezing noise. "Or not." She grinned.

"Or what?" Hollie frowned, staring at her friend who ran towards the window and moved the curtain slightly.

"Amy if this is some trick." Hollie said to her friend as she rubbed her eyes to check that she wasn't dreaming."

"No!" Amy shouted happily and ran down the stairs. "Not a trick, this is real Hollie, he's here, he's back!"

Hollie grinned and grabbed the light pink dressing gown from Amy's bed before she ran down the stairs, forcing her arms in the dressing gown in the process. Hollie stopped behind Amy who had stopped and was staring at the Doctor who stood in front of his box, looking at it. "Sorry about running off earlier." The Doctor called to them. "Brand new Tardis. Bit exciting. Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in. She's ready for the big stuff now."

"It's you," Hollie said, walking up to him with Amy. "It's actually you, you're back."

"Course I came back." He frowned. "I always come back. Something wrong with that?"

Amy looked him up and down. "And you kept the clothes."

"Well, I just saved the world." He shrugged. "The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot me. I kept the clothes."

"Including the bow tie." Amy eyed it.

"Yeah, it's cool." He smiled and fixed his bow tie. "Bow ties are cool."

Hollie smiled. "I like it." She announced before shaking her head and frowning. "Doctor, are you from another planet?"

"Yeah."

Amy looked at Hollie who shrugged, they both then looked back at him. "Okay."

"So what do you think?"

"Of what?" Amy asked.

"Other planets. Want to check some out?"

Hollie frowned as Amy asked him: "What does that mean?"

"It means, Hollie, Amy come with me."

"Where?"

"Wherever you like."

"All that stuff that happened. The hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero." Hollie began, only to get cut off by the Doctor.

"Oh, don't worry, that's just the beginning." He waved a hand. "There's loads more."

"Yeah, but those things, those amazing things, all that stuff." Hollie started to ramble before she narrowed her eyes and she pointed at him.

Without thinking, Amy slapped him across the cheek. "That was two years ago!" Her eyes widened in horror and she pulled her hand back realising what she had done.

The Doctor jumped back and his eyes widened. "Ow!" He cried and cradled his cheek in his hand. "Guess it isn't just mothers who slap me." He grumbled. "Angry redheads slap me as well."

"That's 'angry Scottish redhead' to you." Amy crossed her eyes.

The Doctor swallowed hard and took in Amy's words. "So that's..."

"Fourteen years!" Both Amy and Hollie shouted at him.

"Fourteen years since fish custard." He sighed. "Amy, and Hollie, the girls who waited, you've waited long enough."

Amy frowned and crossed her arms. "When we were kids, you said there were a swimming pool and a library, and the swimming pool was in the library."

"Yeah. Not sure where it's got to now. It'll turn up. So, coming?"

Hollie opened her mouth to answer but Amy cut in: "No."

"You wanted to come fourteen years ago."

"I grew up," Amy replied.

"Hollie?" The Doctor looked at her.

The blonde looked at Amy before she turned to the Doctor and slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry but I can't." She admitted. "Like Amy said, we grew up."

The Doctor smiled. "Don't worry. I'll soon fix that." He clicked his fingers and the TARDIS door opened.

Amy and Hollie's eyes widened as they stepped into the TARDIS, the orange glow hit their faces as they looked around the large console room.

"Well?" The Doctor asked following them in. "Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I've heard them all." He then jumped up the stairs and grinned at the console.

Amy looked down. "I'm in my nightie." She stated.

Hollie laughed and nodded at her friend who was indeed in her 'nightie'. "Knew I was glad to put my dressing gown on."

"Oh, don't worry." The Doctor waved an arm. "Plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. And possibly a swimming pool." He hummed. "So, all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will." He looked at them. "Where do you two want to start?"

"You are so sure that we're coming." Amy crossed her arms at him.

"Yeah, I am." He nodded.

Hollie frowned and looked between them as Amy looked at the Doctor. "Why?"

"Cause, Amy you're the Scottish girl in the English village, I know how that feels and you Hollie." He looked at the blonde, "When I met you, you had curls, you may not have them anymore but apart from that you're almost the same, Holls you stayed the same, wanted to come fourteen years ago."

Amy crossed her arms and looked at him through the glass time rotor. "You feel the same?"

"All these years living here, most of your life, and you've still got that accent. Yeah, you're coming." He pointed at her.

"Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?" Amy asked.

"It's a time machine." The Doctor replied and frowned at her. "I can get you back five minutes ago. Why, what's tomorrow?"

Hollie looked over at Amy who quickly answered: "Nothing." She shrugged. "Nothing. Just you know, stuff."

"All right, then." He nodded. "Back in time for stuff." The Doctor looked at Hollie who was still stood by the doors. "You coming with us Holls?"

The blonde smiled and slowly walked up the stairs to the console. The TARDIS hummed and Hollie the Doctor laughed.

"She likes you."

"She?" Hollie asked.

"The TARDIS." He answered." "So coming?"

Hollie nodded. "Course I am, I'm Amy's my best friend and you're right." She sighed. "I still want to come, even after fourteen years."

The Doctor laughed and pointed at her. "Ha!" He then looked at the console as the TARDIS hummed again before the Doctor grinned and snapped up the new, bronze and green sonic screwdriver that popped out of the console. "Oh! A new one! Lovely." He grinned and popped it in his pocket before leaning in and whispering to the console. "Thanks, dear."

Hollie wondered around the console before she frowned and stood beside the Doctor as he started to type on the computer that looked a lot like a typewriter. "Why us?"

"Why not?" The Doctor shrugged.

"No, seriously." Amy cut in. "You are asking us to run away with you in the middle of the night. It's a fair question. Why us?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Fun. Do I have to have a reason?"

"People always have a reason." Hollie raised a brow and crossed her arms.

"Do I look like people?"

"Yes." Amy and Hollie both said at the same time.

The Doctor sighed. "Been knocking around on my own for a while. My choice, but I've started talking to myself all the time." He shrugged. "It's giving me earache, plus I feel bad for you two, I made you wait way too long."

"You're lonely and sorry." Amy tilted her head slightly at him. "That's it? Just that?"

"Just that." He nodded. "Promise."

Amy and Hollie looked at each other before they both nodded. "Okay."

"So, are you okay, then?" He asked them. "Because this place, sometimes it can make people feel a bit, you know..."

"I'm fine," Amy answered. "It's just, there's a whole world in here, just like you said. It's all true. I thought. Well, I don't know about Hollie but I started to think that maybe you were just like a madman with a box."

Hollie laughed and nodded. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one thinking that after what happened two years ago."

"Well, Amy Pond, Hollie Aria, there's something you'd better understand about me, because it's important, and one day your life may depend on it." He turned to them. "I am definitely a madman with a box."

The Scottish ginger and the English blonde slowly smiled and the Doctor smiled as well. "Haha! Yeah." He spun around and gripped onto the console. Hollie and Amy followed, grabbing on as well. "Goodbye Leadworth, hello everything." He pulled a lever down. Amy and Hollie both looked up and watched the time rotor go up and down as the Doctor ran around the console.

He was definitely a mad man in a box.

[linzerj]

Golden Gate’s Heroes

(Hey ya’ll it’s that Venom/Ant-Man crossover fic I promised. It’ll have a few more chapters and maybe I’ll even figure out a real plot for it eventually. The AO3 link will be in the notes.)

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Scott has got to learn to pay attention to schedules. Or maybe he just needs better friends. Actually, no, it’s probably a combination of those two factors that has led him to his current situation.

“Aw, are you sure you can’t come to babysit Cassie? No, I know it’s last minute, but – well, no, I’m sure I’ll figure something else out. Thanks anyway, Mrs. C.” Scott hung up the phone, then put his head in his hands with a groan.

“Are you sure I can’t just come with you, Daddy?” Cassie asked, bringing him out of his funk. “I can just sit in the lobby and play games on my phone. Or I can even sit in the car!”

“No, Peanut, that’s not fair to you,” Scott said, sinking off the couch to sit next to his daughter on the floor. “It’s my fault that I forgot about this big meeting we’re having. But your mom and Paxton are out of town for the week so I can’t just drop you back off, all the usual babysitters and even the emergency babysitters are all busy, and obviously Luis can’t watch you because he’ll be with me, and then Hope and Hank and Janet are out in NYC trying to not kill Tony Stark as they hash out new Accords amendments now that Jan is back, and….” Scott trailed off with a groan.

“I’m eleven now, daddy. I’m almost twelve! Did you know that when you’re twelve, you can legally stay home alone?”

“Oh really?”

“Well, that’s what the teacher said when she was offering everyone who was already twelve to come take a babysitting course!” Cassie beamed. “I’m almost there, just another three months!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if that would fly with Agent Woo, remember him?” They both shuddered overdramatically, before Cassie sighed.

“I know, daddy. Sorry again.”

“And again, not your fault Peanut, that’s all on me.” Scott grabbed his cell phone again and began scrolling through his contacts list. “I mean, I haven’t called everyone yet,” he narrated when Cassie peered over his shoulder. “Maybe we can find someone on this list who I know that can watch you for 2, 3 hours tops.”

And that’s when Scott saw it, a name he forgot he had in his phone, certain he had deleted it or lost it when he got his new cell. They’d hit it off at an interview before he’d had to go to prison for his big heist, and hadn’t really talked at all since then. It was such a long shot, but everyone else in his contacts had either already said no or lived way too far to make it in time or were Avengers that were doing who-knows-what. There were probably other options in his phone, but, well, it never hurt to try, so.

Holding his breath, he called Eddie Brock.

Eddie’s phone rang while he was scrolling through his Facebook feed in a half-asleep daze. Venom perked up a bit at the unknown number – they loved to take over and scare any telemarketers that called, which was why Eddie rarely answered unknown numbers anymore.

But this one looked – not too familiar, but it had a legit San Francisco area code, and something about those last four digits was ringing some sort of distant bells. So with a shrug, Eddie answered.

“H’llo?” he said through a mouth of Fruit Loops.

“Uh, hey, is this uh, is this still Eddie Brock?” the caller asked. Eddie swallowed his food, ignoring Venom as he manifested a head and started munching on the rest of the cereal, and studied the number with a confused glance for a second. The voice sounded sort of familiar, but it was not immediately recognizable, and Eddie wasn’t sure who would have his number that was unsure if it was him – he’d lost most of his old contacts when he’d broken his old phone, but he’d reprogrammed in all the numbers of important people or people he talked to daily, like Anne and his boss.

“Yeeeeah, who is this?” he finally said after realizing that the guy on the other end of the line was probably wondering what the hell was taking him so long to respond.

“I don’t know if you remember me, but uh, this is Scott Lang.”

And that made everything click into place. “Oh! Yeah, the engineer who broke into that CEO’s house and stole all the money that he’d been stealing! Yeah, how you been, dude? You’re out of jail I see – probably been out a while by now, actually, huh. What, uh, what’s up?”

“Okay so, this is going to sound super weird and I know we don’t know each other very well but you seemed like a cool dude and whatever, and even after all that LIFE Foundation stuff you still seem really awesome, but uh, anyway. I’ve got a daughter, right, but I’m an idiot and forgot to get a babysitter for like three hours while I go do this interview for my new business, and all my other regulars are busy because the universe is awful, and uh, if it’s not too much trouble and you’re willing to do it, I was wondering if you could, uh… just… watch her for like, two or three hours? Please?”

Scott rushed this all out in one breath, and it took Eddie a moment to process it. Some dude he’d interviewed once nearly 6 years ago was asking him to babysit his kid? Venom offered no insight to his problem, focusing on slurping up the remnants of their cereal.

“I’ll definitely pay you, too, and when I’m done I’d be totally down to hang out too, I mean, if you wanted to, I mean, oh god what am I even saying-”

“Yeah sure.”

On the other end of the line, Scott paused. “Really?”

“Sure,” Eddie said again, pushing Venom’s annoying face away as they leaned in closer. “I’m free, got nothing better to do, and you sound super stressed out man, and kids aren’t so bad. Plus I still totally respect you for that heist and exposing that scumbag, even if it was a one-time thing or whatever, so. Yeah.”

“Oh thank you thank you! I’ll give you my address, can you get here – ohhh boy, just, whenever you can? I gotta run ASAP man.”

“Not a problem,” Eddie replied, jotting down the address and grabbing his keys. “See you in a bit.”

Eddie, Venom said as Eddie plugged the address into his phone and started down the stairs of his building, what is ‘babysitting’? Why would we sit on a baby?

“Oh, uh, that’s not – we’re not literally sitting on a baby, love. We just go and watch a child, oh gosh how old even is this kid, oh boy. Well uh, we basically make sure she doesn’t die while her parents aren’t home, and then we get paid money for it.”

Hmm. Humans are weird.

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Eddie arrived about five minutes after getting the call. He may have sped a little bit, but he wasn’t pulled over or anything, so it was fine.

Knocking on the door revealed Scott, dressed in a suit, smoothing down his hair and obviously trying not to look too flustered. “Okay, hi, Eddie, hi, I’m Scott, I’m sure you figured that out,” he said, extending his hand. Eddie took it and shook it briefly as Scott continued on. “So Cassie is pretty chill, man, don’t worry about a thing, there’s chicken nuggets in the fridge for you guys to eat and you can also have whatever else you want, and don’t worry about feeding Charlie Ben-Ant-e – wait – Cassie where’s Charlie Ben-Ant-e?!”

“Uhhhh… I don’t see him Daddy!” Eddie heard a girl call. She appeared in the doorway, and Eddie supposed this must be Cassie. She looked between ten and twelve, which, okay, that was definitely manageable. “But I’m sure it’ll be fine, he usually doesn’t start his routine for a while anyway.”

“Okay so don’t worry about Charlie Ben-Ant-e at all then,” Scott said to Eddie. “Also this is Cassie, Cassie this is Eddie, thank you again for watching her so last minute for me like this man, I really really owe you one, but I gotta go, bye Cassie be good-” Scott kissed his daughter on the head – “thanks again Eddie, I’ll see you in a few hours!” And Scott was off, running down the road to what Eddie supposed was his car. Well, then.

Eddie turned to Cassie who was looking at him intently. “Uh,” he said. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She was still watching him. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi,” she said, still studying him, before grinning up at him and asking, “So you interviewed my Daddy before?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, back when, you know, he was arrested and whatever.” Eddie mentally smacked himself. That is probably not what you should say to kids.

But Cassie surprised him. “Yeah, he’s my hero,” she told him. “I think it was good that he tried to get that money back to the people it belonged to, even if he didn’t do it the right way. But he tried! And when I got to see him again after he got out of jail, I got him this trophy to show him how much I loved him!” And she triumphantly held up a cheap trophy.

“World’s Greatest Grandma?” Eddie asked, squinting at the writing on it. Cassie looked at the trophy then giggled.

“Yeah, it was the only one they had left, but now it’s like our secret joke,” she told him.

Eddie I like this child, Venom said, and Eddie couldn’t help but agree.

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Eddie was cool, Cassie decided, even if she heard him muttering to himself every now and then when he thought she couldn’t hear. Maybe he was like some of her friends from school, who talked to themselves to keep on track or reassure themselves. There was nothing wrong with that, and she didn’t want to make him feel bad about himself by pointing it out.

But he was pretty funny too. He told her stories about being a reporter, and made lots of jokes like her dad, and grinned when he munched down on some chocolate with her. He asked her questions too, about what she liked and wanted to do, and when she said that maybe she would be famous someday he chuckled and said that she should think of all his questions as a practice interview. She wouldn’t mind having him as a babysitter again, she decided.

But that’s when Charlie Ben-Ant-e decided to make an appearance.

Her daddy had named the ant after a drummer whose name allowed for the ant pun of all his favorite ants. This was the same ant that had fooled the FBI when her dad had to help Hope and Mr. Pym stop the Ghost and save Hope’s mom.

Cassie had been told to keep the giant pet ants a secret from her friends, because people didn’t usually like ants anyway, and the giant ants were kind of scary. Cassie thought they were cute and that those people were dummies, but whatever. Her pet ant Ant-ony Junior lived with her and her mom and Jim Paxton, and it had learned to be very good about hiding when she or the grownups had friends over.

But Charlie Ben-Ant-e had not yet learned this. It still liked to stick to its usual routine, which was why her dad only had over his friends who knew he was Ant-Man, or had other people over when Charlie was sleeping.

So, sure, when Scott had left, Charlie hadn’t been around. That wasn’t unusual – lately he’d taken to wandering the backyard, or napping under beds. But of course, he was still a creature of habit, especially when it came to his food, and the meeting seemed to be running a little longer than expected.

So when Cassie went into the kitchen to grab chocolate milk for her and Eddie, she almost jumped when she saw Charlie Ben-Ant-e. He was scuffling at the fridge door, and Cassie rushed over to grab his designated food from the cabinet instead.

“Here, Charlie,” she said, filling his food bowl more than she should have, but hoping it would distract him long enough for her dad to come home and Eddie to leave. She liked Eddie, and she didn’t want this to scare him away. That would suck.

She grabbed the chocolate milk and some cups and ran back into the living room, where Eddie was looking past her toward the kitchen with curiosity.

“I was just feeding Charlie Ben-Ant-e,” Cassie explained before Eddie could ask. “Hopefully he won’t bother us.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie said. “Is he like, your dog? Cat?”

“Uh, yep!” Eddie totally didn’t believe her, but he shrugged and let it go.

So they sat for a while, sipping their chocolate milk and watching Phineas and Ferb reruns, when Charlie Ben-Ant-e decided to scuttle on by and head toward the electronic drum set.

“Uh,” Eddie said, eyes wide as he did a double take. “Uh, what…. is that Charlie Ben-Ant-e?”

Cassie grinned guiltily, and shrugged, trying her best to look innocent. “Maaaaybe…”

Eddie was still watching as the ant put on the headset and started drumming. “Ben-Ant-e,” he repeated, “Ben-Ant-e. Well. That. That explains the name pun, I guess.”

Cassie looked up at him, slightly concerned. “Are you… going to run away? Or call the police? Please don’t,” she added as an afterthought. “He’s really harmless. We trained him to play the drums!”

“I’m more… confused,” Eddie said slowly, eyes still on the ant. “How did – what – like, how does he exist? And no,” Eddie continued, whispering to himself, “we cannot eat it, stop it Vee.”

And Cassie blurted, “I’ll tell you how we have him if you tell me who Vee is that you’re talking too.”

“Uh,” said Eddie, and then her dad decided that this was the time to come home.

“Uh,” said Scott, eyes going from Eddie to Cassie to Charlie Ben-Ant-e back to Cassie then back to Eddie. “Uh.”

“Uh,” Eddie said again. Cassie decided that sometimes grown men were idiots.

“My dad is Ant-Man,” Cassie blurted, because there was too much tension now and she couldn’t stand it.

“Cassie!” her dad hissed, and she guessed he was upset that she told his secret identity. But what else was she supposed to do? Eddie had already seen Charlie Ben-Ant-e, and he wasn’t running off screaming yet, so maybe he could be a friend.

“What? Oh, okay, that’s, okay,” Eddie said. “So, uh, you were at that airport battle during that Avengers thing, that was crazy, I did a report on that, but uh, are you like an official Avenger then?”

“You’re taking this way better than some people, but whyyyyy does that matter?” Scott shot back, recovering from Cassie’s betrayal. Cassie was curious too, but Eddie did say he was a reporter, so maybe it was his natural reporter curiosity.

“Well, uh, um, uh, I don’t know if you heard about the uh, shhh, the whole LIFE Foundation rocket and human testing thing just a few months ago?”

“Yeaaahhhhhh, what does that have to do with anything?”

“So, they, uh, they had actually brought back these alien symbiotes and were experimenting with them using people, and well, uh, oh god Vee, listen one of the aliens may or may not be a friend but you won’t arrest us for that right?”

“Dude I don’t think I have jurisdiction to arrest you anyway, but I mean, like, what is even going on.”

“Oh god,” Eddie said again, and that’s when a weird black slime tentacle thing branched out of his shoulder, which formed a head with white eyes and very sharp teeth.

“Hello,” it said, and Eddie put his head in his hands.

“What the he-e-eck,” Scott said, stumbling backwards.

The black goo thing sprouting from Eddie grinned. “We are Venom,” it – they? – explained.

Cassie thought that Venom looked kind of cute in a weird way, and so she voiced her thoughts. “You’re kinda cute, in a weird way.”

Venom swung its head toward her, a long tongue sticking out of its mouth. “Cute? Eddie, tell the child we are not cute! We strike fear into bad guys!”

“I mean you are kinda cute when you’re just a floating head, Vee,” Eddie said, seeming to have overcome the shock of everything going on. Venom turned back to Eddie with a look of betrayal, and Cassie thought that they must be inside Eddie’s head or something because Eddie rolled his eyes at an unspoken jab and muttered, “yes you are you drama queen.”

“Okay, okay, let’s back up for a minute, yeah?” Scott said, holding up his hands. “Maybe let’s try this again. Hi, I’m Scott Lang, that’s my daughter Cassie, I’m also Ant-Man though that’s usually only when Hank really needs me right now, and we may have used our grow and shrink technology to make a very big ant named Charlie Ben-Ant-e that plays the drums and acted as a decoy for me when I was on house arrest. Your turn.”

Eddie blinked. “Well, uh. I’m Eddie Brock, and this is Venom but I call them Vee, and together we are also Venom. We met after I was disgraced for trying to expose Carlton Drake after Drake’s rocket crashed and brought their race here, and then LIFE was doing all sorts of unethical experiments on symbiotes and humans, but I broke in and we accidentally bonded and then we went out and beat up Drake and another evil symbiote and maybe ate some people at one point, and now we just try and keep to ourselves except for some occasional late night runs where we, uh, well.” Eddie paused, looking at Cassie with what she thinks is concern and nervousness.

“We eat the heads of bad guys,” Venom said plainly, and yeah, Cassie could see why Eddie didn’t want to say that out loud.

“You eat people?!” Scott cried. Eddie winced.

“Only bad guys!” he emphasized. “Plus, look, Vee needs some compound from humans, one that’s especially abundant in brains, in order to live or else they’ll start eating my organs and then we’ll both die and that’s not that fun.”

“Phenethylamine,” Venom added, “is what we need. It is also found in chocolate and there are supplements but they aren’t as good as fresh stuff. It is in many animal brains as well, such as the rats and raccoons and even deer we sometimes eat, but we feel that it is not bad to eat other bad people who would be released from prison, free to hurt more people again.”

“So you’re trying to be a hero too?” Cassie asked.

“Sure, yes, we are,” Eddie and Venom said together, and Cassie found that a little creepy but also super cool.

“Well,” her dad said, “that, uh. Sure is something. What the hell are the odds that two superheroes meet because one asked the other to babysit his daughter?”

“Like zero,” Eddie replied. Then: “Seriously though you won’t tell anyone right?”

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Well. I mean. You could always tell them yourself?”

Eddie leveled a very unimpressed stare at her dad, and Cassie couldn’t help but ask, “You want to tell Hope and her parents, daddy?”

“And maybe whatever’s left of the Avengers,” Scott admitted. “Not that I don’t believe you or trust you or anything! But like, more as a… like, you could join us? That’d be cool, right?”

Eddie blinked, and it’s Venom who answered. “We will…think about it,” they said. “For now, we would appreciate if you tell no one, or we might eat your head.”

“Please don’t eat my daddy’s head,” Cassie said at the same time Eddie shouted, “No, Vee, we aren’t eating a hero’s head!” They shared a look, and Eddie continued, “Cassie would be very sad if you ate her dad’s head.”

“Oh. That’s not good. We like Cassie,” Venom said with a bit of a purr, and Cassie giggled.

“Well,” Scott said, “thanks for, for not eating my brain I guess. And, hey, you have my number – let me know if you ever want to do that hero meet-and-greet thing, I’m serious.”

“Sure, I mean, like we said, we’ll think about it,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, cool, cool, man. I guess, uh. I guess I’ll see you around?”

Eddie and Venom grinned. “Sure,” was the simple reply.

“Great,” Scott said. He looked back to Cassie and then back to Eddie. “And uh, if you’re okay with it – I mean – I’d be okay with you babysitting Cassie still, I mean only if you want to…”

Eddie cut Scott off with a laugh. “Sure, man, we’d love to. See you around, man; bye, Cassie!”

And Cassie watched, still fascinated, as Venom melded back into Eddie and they walked out toward their motorcycle before driving away.

“He was like, the best babysitter ever daddy,” Cassie proclaimed, grinning up at her dad. “I liked him, and Venom too!”

“He certainly was….something,” Scott replied, scratching the back of his neck. “And I’m sure we’ll see him again, sweetie. Now, should we get Charlie Ben-Ant-e some more food or what?”