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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 27: Inverted

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In the car, Jackie breathes a sigh of relief and slumps back at the seat. "How is everyone?" he asks, looking around. Chase is unharmed, though still dazed, but Frederick's shirt is still smoking.

"Nothing I can't take care of over here," Frederick says, gritting his teeth. "You?"

"Fine." Physically, at least. He definitely looks rattled, to say the least.

Bro is slowly starting to recover- since what Marvin did was mostly mental. But, he still feels really weak and is trying to stay awake. "... I feel like I need to be caught up... why is Mag here?"

"None of your concern, Fantastic-"

"..ooookay- and who's driving us? You seem cool-"

Frederick looks at Bro in the rear view mirror and smiles. "I'm Frederick, I'm a friend of Jackie's. Who I think you know."

"Hey." Jackie raises a hand.

Bro blinks over at Jackie and then laughs lightly, "ohhh yeah! Now I recognize you- and uh... bastard me- hello-"

"And 'Mag' is here because we found him in that place and decided he needed to get out."

"You decided that," Jackie grumbles. "But you were probably right. They were probably going to... I don't know, scoop his eyes out or something. That seems like something Schneep would do."

Mag snorts and crosses his arms but doesn't say anything more.

Bro winces, "Owch- don't make me think about that... that bitch Marvin said he almost wanted to give me to him... I'm glad he didn't now-"

"Yeah..." Jackie mutters, wincing. "I remember the last time you guys were here he wanted to 'fix' his other him's hearing. Why did I... fucking hell." He shakes his head. "Also this isn't the time to call someone a bastard. Chase is..." He trails off.

"There's some sort of mental magic there," Frederick says. "I can sense it, but I've never seen anything like that."

Chase doesn't respond to Bro's talking to him. He keeps staring out the car window, looking faintly distressed. He isn't supposed to be outside. Why did he let this happen?

"oh- sorry I... I don't really know exactly what's happenin'' Bro slurs, blinking rapidly. He does tilt his head at Jackie and studies him a bit. "...you all seem... different now. I mean- besides appearances... and- mental magic I guess? Im guessing it was that freaky JJ... god fuck him-"

"Fuck him so much," Jackie mutters in agreement. "Him and Marvin." He rubs his eyes. "The two of them... kinda went crazy after you left... dragged Schneep down with them with that... mental magick stuff..."

"It'll be fine," Frederick says quietly. "They can't find the house. We'll be safe there."

Bro looks down and grips at his Jacket, "... m'sorry that we caused all this... though i guess that still is Marvin's fault-" He chuckles flatly.

"Hey, you didn't cause anything," Jackie says firmly. "Marvin didn't have to go fucking insane because some guys from another world visited. No one else did. That was his fucking choice, and it was Jameson's choice to help him. You guys didn't do anything."

Bro nods, "... it still feels bad though... I mean... I barely got to see you all but... I dunno. You did take care of Alt... kinda." He shakes his head, "It's confusing. I wanna be mad at you all for keeping him locked in that house... but you didn't hurt him... maybe if me and Anti hadn't found him in time... you could have but... you didn't. So... part of me thinks... you guys didn't deserve all this shit to happen to you... especially after Mag fucked you guys over too." Mag makes a face but still stays quiet.

"Heh." Jackie smiles gently. "That's... very nice of you. It's probably more than we deserve."

"Don't say that about yourself, Jackie," Frederick says.

"I mean... we were fucking awful."

"Were being the key word, there."

"Yeah... I guess." Jackie nods slowly. "Anyway. Thanks, Chase. Other Chase. That's so nice."

Bro smiles and shrugs, "s'the hero in me. I try to find the good in everyone." Mag makes a gagging face. Bro kicks his seat.

Jackie grins. "Yeah. Keep at that." The hero in him, huh? He looks at Frederick. Guess there were more heroes out there than he once thought.

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Anti stops glitching when he and Alt reach the edge of the city, back in the suburbs where they stopped at the bus stop. "We're pretty far by now. We can spare a moment. Are you hurt?"

Alt skids to a stop right next to him and bends over to catch his breath. He hisses and holds where he got hit with Marvin's magic but he doesn't look as drained as he did when they first got here. "I-I'm... okay- that Frederick guy somewhat healed me... j-just got hit by more of that fucking magic before we got out of there...." He looks behind them anxiously. "Y-You sure we lost him?"

"No, but I'm sure that he can't catch up if he's still looking." Anti finally replaces his eye-patch. Alt is suddenly aware of the absence of a low-level electric whine. Had that been going the whole time? "As for the magic, Frederick can probably take care of that too, he's bound to know a purifying spell."

Alt nods and shakes himself out, trying to take stock of his energy. He's actually feeling pretty solid despite the constant ache in his limbs. He's been through worse.

He looks back and thinks of the other inverteds. It didn't look like they got Henrik... or- Alt's eyes widen and he glitches in place, almost like he's ready to run back to the hotel. "W-Wait! I was- I was gonna look for Jack! I promised Chase... and Schneep is still there too-"

Anti's shoulders slump. He smiles sadly. "It's okay, Alt," he says quietly. "I-I know Jack isn't in there. And Schneep... well, I noticed the window of the car was broken. I'm guessing Jackie tried to get him out but he escaped. He could be anywhere by now. But... thank you."

Alt turns around and glitches more in distress, "It's not okay! I... I can help! I can try to fix all the shit that happened! We can't just leave them there!"

"Gods, calm down, will you? You're only human. You can't fix everything. I can't even fix everything." Anti tilts his head. "Besides. This isn't your world. You don't have to do anything. I-I'm glad you got Chase out there." He pauses. "You're right, we can't leave them there. But right now, we're not able to get them."

Alt blinks frustrated tears out of his eyes and then finds the nearest thing he can punch. "This is so fucked though! H-How are you so calm?! I just- thinking of leaving them there with Jameson and Marvin I-!" He punches the wall again. "Fuck!"

"Oh, I am not calm, Alt." The air shivers. "I've just had... a lot of practice looking like I am." Anti takes a deep breath. "I can't... afford to lose it. I-I have to be careful. If they decide to take this out on Jack... I'd never..." He trails off. "You guys need to go home. You don't belong in this world, you have friends to get back to, and frankly, I don't want another evil Marvin running around this city. I can get you guys back. I can do that, at least."

The younger glitch holds his fist, trying to keep from lashing out in anger again. His lip wavers and he can't meet Anti's eyes as he emphasizes, "... I want to help you, though-"

Anti's expression softens. "Thank you. I... appreciate that. But... right now, you need to take care of yourself. Didn't you get fucking torture-operated on not long ago? You might be partially healed, but still. Fuck, dude."

Alt is quiet at this, gripping at his arm. It seems like there's another underlying motivation to this that he doesn't want to say. He takes a slow steadying breath to try to calm himself down.

Anti glances him over. There's more going on, isn't there? "Okay, what is it? You don't just want to help to help--though I'm sure you do. There's something else, isn't there?"

Alt stiffens at this and looks back at Anti with wide eyes. But, then, he slumps and sighs, gripping his arm even tighter. "... I feel like... I... need to... to s-show those fuckers that I'm not.... not..." He closes his eyes and then chokes out, "... like other Antis... that I'm..." He falls quiet again, stuttering and having trouble getting the right words to say.

Anti raises an eyebrow. "Should I be offended?"

"You know what I mean-!" Alt snaps. He gestures wildly, "Like- all the bad ones I've seen! All the ones you know about! I... I don't want to be like them! But all the fucking shit I've been seeing just-" He grips at his head and glitches, yelling out, "I don't know anymore! Am I gonna be just like them someday? Is everything I'm doing useless because I'm gonna become a glitchy bastard that just hurts people for fun? Y-You're not like that but you're... you! You're more powerful and know things and- and all I keep doing is making mistakes and hurting people and just-! I... I don't know how else to prove to myself that I won't be like them besides just- throwing my all into- into..." He deflates and gestures around vaguely, "...all of this. Just.... trying to convince myself I'm... good. I guess..." He sighs and hugs his arms, turning away. "... not very heroic, is it? ...I'm just... trying to keep up a lie to myself..." He chuckles bitterly.

Anti is quiet for a moment. Then he sighs. He looks up at the sky. There's not many stars visible these days.

"You know Alt, being good is fucking hard," he says. "Not everyone is straight-up evil, but even good people find it easier not to care. To actively go out there and try to help people, at risk to yourself, for no reason other than you know you can't let it happen... that's hard. But you're doing that all the time. I saw you got Chase out of there. You didn't have to. Especially after how he tricked you last time, it would've been so easy to leave him behind. But you didn't. That wasn't a mistake, was it? That was a choice." He shrugs. "Also, don't think that just because there are a hundred bad versions of us out there that you're one of them. That's not how it works. You don't have some destiny woven into you that you can't escape. And believing that you do is a path to not caring. After all, if you're bad anyway, why put in the effort to be anything more? And yet, you do. I've been in your head, Alt, I've seen how hard you try. That matters. That matters so much."

Alt stays facing away from Anti, hugging himself tighter as he listens. He feels tears well up in his eyes and he quickly tries to wipe them away. But, eventually he turns and looks at Anti with a wavering smile. "...I... I think I really needed to hear that... I've just been so confused and..." He shakes his head and gives out a wet laugh, going over and lightly punching Anti on the arm. "...thank you Anti... all of that... means a lot coming from you."

Anti stumbles a bit, not expecting even a light punch. "Not a problem," he says, giving Alt a quick grin. "Life is confusing. And you've been jumping through a whole lot of lives in the past couple days."

He dips his head. "Just remember. You're not just 'an Anti.' You're also Alt Brody. You can be who you want to be."

Alt blinks and feels tears come back into his eyes and he laughs and shakes his head, feeling touched. "Yeah... Yeah you're right." He takes in a deep breath, letting the air relax him before smiling at Anti, "...okay- I guess I won't... injure myself more then... as much as I want to help... you're right. I'm...just gonna get myself hurt. So... let's get us back home."

Anti nods. "Yeah. I'm glad you... I'm glad you're not going to push yourself too hard." He points out of the city. "Save some of that energy for getting out of here." He glitches, reappearing a little way down the street.

Alt smirks and nods, “Right.” He glitches right after him.

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The group arrives back at Frederick and Jackie's house. Jackie helps Chase and Bro get out of the car while Frederick walks up to unlock the front door (glancing back at Mag every so often.) "Here we are," Jackie says. "I hope those Antis get here quickly. I don't know how fast the other one can travel."

Bro can now walk a bit better now- the pain starting to dim. He’s still pretty disoriented but at least he’s not falling over himself anymore. Mag is watching the others with a calculated gaze.

"Got it," Frederick says, unlocking the door. He glances back at the others. "Come on. Everyone in. I can check you all for magical damage. Though I... can't guarantee I'll know what to do in some cases." He glances at Chase. Jackie nods and leads the way inside.

The living room is exactly as it was when Alt left it earlier. The mugs from their tea session have been washed and placed next to the sink to dry.

Bro limps over to the couch and sinks into it, sighing heavily. “I feel like I could sleep for 3 days straight right now…” He mumbles.

Magnificent slinks up to lean against the wall.

Frederick glares at Magnificent slightly as he walks past. "I'll be right back, I have to check something," he says carefully, and walks down the hall. "Jackie, make sure the others are at home."

Jackie nods. While Chase wanders over to the beanbag and sits down, Jackie looks at Bro. "Can I get you anything? Like... tea, or something?"

Bro blinks up and smiles at Jackie, "ohh tea sounds good... that'd be awesome dude, thanks!"

But, while Frederick is in the other room and before Jackie can leave the room, Mag suddenly appears behind him and yanks his arms behind his back with one arm while the other one sinks claws into his neck.

Bro startles and tries to push himself, "M-Mag! What are you doing?!"

Jackie yelps. He struggles for a moment before the claws pierce his neck, and then he goes very still. "Fr-Frederick? Frederick?!"

Instantly Frederick runs back into the room, a thin leather-bound book in one hand. His eyes, glowing, instantly lock onto Magnificent. "Let him go."

Magnificent laughs madly and digs his claws in more, dark magic bubbling in his hands. "You might want to be careful, Mr. Chiu... one false move- and I kill your boy toy before he takes his next breath."

"L-Let him go, Mag! What the fuck?!" Bro protests.

"That void and Jackson could be here any second... I need a bargaining chip to keep them from killing me." Magnificent growls. "And what chip could be better than Marvin's favorite lab rat? But if you try to stop me, magician... the other one will do just fine~" He giggles.

Frederick stiffens. The book falls from his hand but his eyes don't stop their glow. "Jackie, breathe," he says quietly.

Jackie is having trouble doing that. His eye goes distant.

"It's going to be okay," Frederick says. "Magnificent, think about this."

Behind Mag, one of the house plants moves quietly, fronds reaching forward.

"You saw how powerful he was-" Magnificent growls, "I'm not dying because of you fools! And besides~ the less universes with Jackies in them... the better." He snarls, pulling Jackie back with him- claws trying to spread his corruption under Jackie's skin.

Jackie shudders and gasps as the corruption spreads over his skin. A small noise comes from his mouth, something between a whimper and a shriek.

Frederick's eyes flash brighter and he reaches out. The house plant erupts forward, green magic--light magic--tracing its veins as its fronds wrap around Magnificent's arms.

Magnificent tries to press harder on Jackie's neck. Then, the magic lashes out and grabs his arm, the magic burning him as he yells out and tries to fight the magic but letting go of Jackie in the process. "No!"

"J-Jackie!" Bro shouts, trying to push himself up and reach out to catch him.

Frederick rushes forward, pushing Bro back down--perhaps a bit too roughly. He arrives just in time to catch Jackie, who's too panicked to keep himself up. Then he throws a hand out, and a rope of green magic shoots out, wrapping around Mag's arms. "I was going to do that but I figured it would be safe for a minute," he mutters, pulling Jackie back. He looks down at him. "Are you okay?"

Jackie nods slowly. He laughs weakly. "You can't keep saving me like this."

Bro oofs, his breath knocked out of him for a second and he blinks in confusion. But, when he sees Frederick and Jackie he smiles a bit knowingly and then glares at Mag- who's writhing and trying to claw through the ropes. "You couldn't let things be peaceful for two seconds, could you?"

Magnificent hisses at him.

The air shivers, and Anti and Alt pop in. Anti glances around, taking in the situation. "Something just happened."

"Keep an eye on him," Frederick says, gesturing at Magnificent. "I gotta take care of things." He helps Jackie stand up straight again, then goes back and picks up the book he dropped.

Jackie sits down on the sofa next to Bro, looking shaken.

Alt blinks and has to lean against the couch for a second, blinking spots out of his eyes again. But, then he takes in the scene and looks around almost comically. "...the fuck did we miss?" Bro interrupts him though by pulling him down and squeezing him into a hug, "Alt! You're okay!"

Alt laughs and tries to push Bro off him, "Hey- that's my line!" He does hug Bro back though.

"You missed that asshole trying to kidnap Jackie," Frederick says. He presses a hand to his chest and the slight burning on his shirt stops.

"I'm fine," Jackie says weakly.

"Maybe." Frederick walks over and gently presses a glowing green hand to Jackie's shoulder. The veins from Mag's corruption retreat a little.

"Now you two." He looks at Bro and Alt. The two separate as Frederick approaches. "This is a purification spell. It helps get rid of lingering black magic." He especially looks at Bro. "And yes, there will be magic lingering even if you're not hurt physically." And he gently presses a hand to each of them, with it lingering on Bro. The touch feels warm, but not really in a bad way.

Alt sighs and shakes himself off, smiling gratefully at Frederick.

Bro blinks and watches the magic work with mild fascination as he feels his mind get clearer and his body stop aching as much. "oh- black magic lingering... yeah that makes sense-"

While Fredrick does this, Anti glitches over and stands in front of Magnificent. "Tigeŕ ̕cán'̛t ͢chan͏g̢e ̀its s̨tr͡ipe̕s͏, h̢uh?" he hisses, baring his teeth as he pulls a knife out of nowhere. His unblinking eye stares into Magnificent's soul.

Magnificent glares up at Anti and then he chuckles darkly, flashing glowing eyes up at him. "Did you really expect anything different from me, Anti dear?"

"No. I didn't."

For a moment, Magnificent sees the room around Anti disappear, replaced by a blank crimson sky. And then it's gone. Anti smiles and points the tip of the knife at Mag's throat. "Which is why I'm going to keep an eye on you." His voice lowers too quiet for anyone else to hear. "And if you try anything I'll s̕li͝t̀ y͟o̢u̵r͠ t̴h́r͞ơat, damn what it'll do to your universe."

Magnificent leans away from the knife but just glares at Anti. He won't show fear to the glitch. One day.... he'll figure out how to take this annoyance down...

Meanwhile, Frederick is talking with Alt some more. "I'm going to heal up the rest of your injuries, but you'll have some lingering aches," he says. Again, he gently presses a hand against Alt, this time his chest. Magic blooms from the point of contact. This doesn't feel hot like the purification did. It feels like relief.

Alt listens to Frederick and honestly isn't expecting for him to waste more magic on him. So when the healing comes, the relief is so much that Alt almost slumps completely against the couch, sighing with fluttering eyes.

"Wow. You had some... intense problems," Frederick mutters. "How are you feeling now?"

"oh my god.... you're literally an angel to me right now-" Alt mumbles dazedly.

"Tell me about it," Jackie mutters. Then he freezes. "I-I mean--I mean, when Frederick got me out of there, he did the same thing, healing me, a-and I felt the same way."

Frederick smiles gently. "Took almost all my magic, too. But I'd do it again."

"Right. Yeah." The red is back in Jackie's face.

Alt blinks at the two of them and then smiles knowingly. He glitches so he's next to Jackie and then nudges him some, raising his eyebrow and then gesturing towards Frederick. Bro looks between all of them with a bit of confusion.

Jackie grumbles wordlessly and gently shoves Alt.

Alt giggles and glitches back onto the couch in the spot he just was.

Fredrick heads over to the beanbag and sits down next to Chase, who's been sitting there, confused and faintly distressed, the whole time. "Hey," he says to him.

Chase looks at him. "Who... are you?"

"My name's Frederick, I'm a magician. A good one." He opens up the book he's holding and flips through the pages. "There's a spell on you. I'm figuring out what it is. Okay?"

"...okay."

Frederick gives him a gentle smile. "Don't worry. It'll be fine." He reaches out and puts his hand on Chase's forehead like he's testing his temperature. Then he closes his eyes and starts mumbling some spell words.

Meanwhile, Anti has lowered the knife but--creepily--has not stopped staring at Magnificent. He is not blinking. Nor does he look away or blink as he says, "You know, I could check out Chase's mind, if you want."

Magnificent stares back at Anti, not breaking eye contact either, his gaze filled with hatred.

"No, it's fine," Frederick says. He opens his eyes, brows drawing together in concern. "I don't know what... you'd be able to do."

Jackie sits up straighter. "Is it... bad?"

"It's certainly not something I can take care of," Frederick admits. "I'm not all that good with mental stuff. He needs someone who specializes in this. I-I can... call some ABIM people, there might be someone in Reparations who can help..."

Alt and Bro look back with concern. Alt sits up straighter and wants to see if he can help but... he's still not very good with advanced magic. Especially mental things...

"Can he stay here?" Jackie asks quietly.

"Yeah. Of course." Frederick nods. "Do you want to share the spare bedroom? Or... you could... let him stay there and... stay in my room?"

"I'm not going to kick you out of your bedroom. It's fine, Chase and I can share, we're practically family anyway." Frederick lets out a sigh. "Yeah, okay, that works."

Alt makes a face at Jackie, flicking his eyes back towards Frederick and making a motion towards him.

Fredrick looks at Bro and Alt. "I don't think there's room for you guys. Unless one of you wants to sleep on the sofa and the other on the floor." The he looks at Mag. "I don't want him in my house, though."

"They need to go home," Anti says, still not blinking.

Alt shoves his hands into his lap once Frederick turns towards Bro and him and he waves him off. "Yeah don't worry, we don't need to take up your space." He glitches to his feet and stretches, "Now that you helped me out, I can probably go ahead and get us out of here!" He smiles, pulling out the TRVLR.

The TRVLR turns on immediately. There is no warning bubble. Just the usual three circles.

Anti finally stops staring at Mag and glitches over to Alt—though he makes sure he’s still facing Mag. “Can I see? I said I might be able to help.”

Alt looks up at Anti and then nods, handing him the device. "Yeah, go ahead."

Anti nods, and takes the TRVLR. He quickly navigates to the universe list. Alt watches as he scrolls down through lists and lists of universes, some starting with U, some starting with UF, most starting with UA, and a handful starting with UC.

Anti nods slowly. "Alright. The ones with just U are parallels to the universe this device came from. They have the same places, the same people, the same magic. UA is a bit different, the same sort of general environment and some things and people the same, but places are different and so is the power. UF is very different, where you start getting to the whole planet being affected, space and time being off. And these UCs seem to be inaccessible, see how they're colored red? Hmm." He keeps scrolling--and reaches a series of universes with three-letter prefixes. UAP, UAB, UAS, UFG, UAV--and then Anti stops. "There. One of these is yours." He points to a series of universes with the prefixes UAH. "This one would also be closer in location--" indicating one with a UFH prefix "--but given how your world is sort of similar to ours, it wouldn't be closer in environment."

Alt blinks at all the information and squints at the letters. "...why'd they have to make this so confusing?" He mumbles, scratching his head.

Anti shrugs. "U is universe. A is altered. F is far. I can't figure out the third letter ones, those may just be random. But I know that adding in a third letter indicates... hmm..." He pauses, thinking. "Think of it like... vertical movement instead of horizontal movement. The differences between those universes is like... like different computer operating systems. They do the same sort of thing, but in a different way."

"Huh..." Alt hums and starts to scroll through the UAH's. "Okay so... our world is- altered i think... but it can't be far cuz- we came here the first time like- kinda easily? at least... easier than we've had in other universes..." He mutters.

There. UAH-0828018SB. The moment Alt sees that, something feels right.

Alt glitches in place and stares at the address, feeling a sense of belonging looking at it. "T-That one- that's it!" He says excitedly.

Anti grins. "It feels right, doesn't it? Oh, and let me try something." He leans over and presses down on the name instead of simply tapping. A message pops up: Bookmark Location? with a Yes and No option.

"I knew it. I knew they'd do something like that. Why hide it, you assholes?" He sighs. "Well, now you won't lose track of it. And you can do the same to other worlds you visited, if you want."

Alt glitches in excitement, hopping up and down and grins at Bro. "Hey! I found home! And- and I wrote down some of the other addresses we went to! So- w-we could visit!"

Bro perks up and grins, sitting up more, "Hell yeah dude! So- we can finally go home now??"

"Hopefully." Anti nods. "If not right away, you'll at least have a lot less options to go through. Stick with the ones with H in the prefix." He grins. "And you can visit again if you want."

"So... are you going now, then?" Jackie asks, not really understanding all this universe stuff and deciding to stick with something concrete. "Just... pop out like you popped in?"

“Well to us- it feels like we’re falling and there’s all this green light but- basically yeah.” Alt says with a shrug. He then blinks and hurriedly unwraps the scarf around his neck and gives it back to Anti. “Oh yeah! Here you go- it was so comfy I almost forgot I was wearing it.” He laughs.

Anti laughs too and takes it. "I was going to ask, yeah. Thank you." He wraps it around his own neck. "You know, maybe when the IRIS here starts developing their own TRVLRs I'll swipe one and come visit."

"Why would they do that?" Jackie asks, confused. "They make cameras..."

"...Actually," Frederick says. "Well, um, I'll tell you about that later." He looks at Alt and Bro and smile. "It was nice to meet you. A bit hectic, but nice. Oh, and take your magician with you."

"Oh yeah no he's coming back with us," Bro glares down at him. "I'm gonna see if we can find another way to detain him... you've caused way too much trouble between all these worlds, Mag."

Magnificent bares his teeth at Bro and hisses, trying to fight out of Frederick's magic.

Alt ignores Mag and looks to Jackie and Frederick, smiling. "It was nice to meet you too Frederick... if I come back- we gotta link up and discuss magic shit, alright? You seem like a chill dude to learn from~" He grins. Then he looks at Jackie and his grin falls a bit, but he does keep smiling. "... and it was goo d to see you too, Jackie... I hope you continue to do better. ...I've been there and... it's hard. But, seems like you got some good company." He raises an eyebrow and smirks a bit at him, cheekily nudging his head towards Frederick before turning towards Anti. He becomes a bit more sincere and looks up at him. "... and... I hope you will. Visit... that is. I'd... i'd like that. And I think the others would too." His eyes darken a bit with determination, "And... if you need help- with all of this. ... we got your back. We owe you and... I'd love to take Jameson and Marvin down for all the shit they've caused." He then shrugs and fiddles with the TRVLR, "...you got my number."

"I got your number," Anti agrees.

"If I do see you again, I'd love to do that," Frederick says cheerfully.

Jackie smiles. "Y-yeah. Uh, thanks. I'll keep trying." He glances at Frederick and then quickly looks away.

Chase sits up slightly. He looks at Alt. "Um... thanks."

Alt looks at Chase and smiles, "...Anytime dude, I hope you... get better."

"Alright, not much time to waste, looks like Mag is going to break out at any second," Anti says. "Good luck you guys. And, Alt, remember what I said back there. Be who you want to be."

Bro nods to Anti and goes to pick up Magnificent and loads him over his shoulder. Magnificent hisses and spits curses at everyone. Alt beams at Anti and nods, "I will. Thanks, Anti." He glitches back and looks at Bro.

Bro, despite the hissing tantrum that's on his shoulder. smiles at Alt and they link their hands together. Alt grins at and gives a two finger salute before pressing the jump button.

The three of them fall through the Space In-Between and are gone.

Anti stares at the spot where they left. "I think they made it."

"I hope they did," Jackie says. He looks at Anti. "You... are you... going to stick around?"

Anti turns his stare to him. Then he looks at Frederick, then Chase. "I usually work alone," he says slowly. "But... I think... I think this could be an exception." Maybe together they'd be able to do something. "Don't expect me to move in. But I'll give you a phone number."

Frederick smiles. "That'd be great."

Jackie nods.

"Alright, then." Anti turns away. "I'll see you soon." And he pixellates and swiftly vanishes.

Jackie sighs. He looks over at Frederick and Chase.

"Is he... alright?" Chase asks.

"I think so." Jackie nods. "Come on, Chase. I'll show you where you're staying now."

They still had a lot of work to do. But there was this. And this was a lot.

#swap into the crystalverse #SITCV inverted #alt anti #bro fantastic #swap magnificent #last chapter!!#tomorrow is the epilogue :3 #but i love love loveee alt and anti talk here and showing what seeing other antis has down to alt #he wants to be good so bad but hes so scared #and its such a good thing he has a role model like I!anti now ;')#also love the fredrick and jackie stuff arghh and mag being a bastard till the very end XD

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spreadyourwingsc · 1 year

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Sy and Soirse. Prologue.

Disclaimer, this is the first story i’ve ever written and published., its not proof written, its not checked, nor researched, this was literally just words that came flying out of my mind. Captain Syverson’s character is not my own, he just lives 24/7 on my mind, Soirse, just came to me watching an Soirse Ronan’s interview, and again, I dont know her, I dont own her, this characters just shares her names, and maybe the hair, but she’s not the person i intend to portray here, i am also, not irish, nor know a lot about of irish culture, all this just came to me while watching these irish actors in a movie that have nothing to do with this, nor Sand Castle.

Please do not copy it also, if you do youd be stealing, and what does that say about you if youre stealing fan fiction.

If any of my content is similar to another person, it is not my intention, i havent read every fanfiction that there is in the world but i have read my share, and while ive had some influence on them, its not my intention to copy anybodys work, i admire y’all way too much for that, but the moment somebody points out that this is a copy of somebody elses work or that its similar, i will delete, because that is the last thing that I want.

with that said please enjoy this little experiment, im going through some hard feelings right now, and i will probably delete it after i overthink a little too much. but i hope this bring a little joy to your day, also if somebody wants to help me better this or help me finish it, it would be greatly appreciate it.

Prologue

Logan Syverson is from Alpine texas, born and raised to Betty and Joseph Syverson, only boy, had a fairly normal childhood, father was military man, honorary discharge when Sy was a teenager. Sy was star of football team at Smalltown Alpine High, was an all around boy, polite, strong, educated, his mom doted on him and made sure he was a true gentleman, he’d spend his summer working with his dad at his workshop, Sy wanted to follow his dad footsteps in the military once he graduated against his mothers wish. But she was not going to stop him and was proud of him nonetheless.,

His dad was his typical Texan rancher, doted on Sy’s mother, they were high school sweethearts, and like being in the military and missed Sy’s birth and was not home he decided one son would be enough and once he was discharged he was glad he could be there to help Sys mother, even though sometimes she felt he missed his war filled days.

While Sy was growing up he had his fair share of ladies, and how could he not. He was a sight to look at, when preadolescent hormones started to kick in, and the models on the magazines were more interesting than the toy cars, there was no going back for him. Sy loved his ladies like the next man, of course, with the respect they all deserved, for that reason he never found himself in a steady relationship.

That is until Saoirse (Sorche) came in.

With very strong Irish background both her grandparents on her father side, had migrated to the states while not even being married, and started a new life, that’s how then Saoirse's dad Conner Walsh was brought to this world, grew up in another small town in the US , adopting the American life and ways, and eventually meeting Saorise’s mother in New York, a city girl by all means, who got swept away by this irish-american redneck.

When they were about to have their 5th baby, Conner, decided he’s had enough of the busy city life and decided moving his big family of 7 to country side, considering a small town upbringings, not wanting his kids to get lost in the hustle of the city, at least until they would be old enough to decide if they rather it, or not.

Soirse Walsh was born on a hot summer day at Marfa, texas local hospital, a screaming scrappy baby with blonde reddish hair and the brown eyes, she was soon to be a storm to be reckoned with. Being the youngest of 5 children, and the only girl of a boys clan. While she was growing up, her mother was happy to finally have a female company around the house, her dad was ecstatic to have a little princess to spoil and dote alongside his wife. But the brothers were having none of that, while they loved and swore to protect her dearly, the teasing and bullying was always present, not to create trauma, but to create character.

So when she’s stepped on Smalltown Alpine smalltown high, the school of the town over since her town was small it didn’t even have a highschool, her brothers long gone graduated all gone too soon to face their own choices in lives, one became a parent too early, but honored his father roots and became a family man, the other preferred to move to the hustle city , and other straight up joined military forces, while all different they all had in common that they all succeeded in whatever their craft were, making their parents proud and making her lovely mother hang up pictures in her wall of every accomplishment, everyone in Marfa, knew about the Walsh’s boys and how great they were at life. Which left out little Saoirse with a bar really high to climb.

At 13 started in the new school, Saoirse still didn’t know what she wanted out of life, she knew she liked swimming, and even considered the Olympics from time to time, doing well in her competitions, but she also was on the rougher side, she loved to hang around in the fields, and had a big interesting In bugs, and all the things not considered “girly”. When she was the only one kid left at the house her father made sure she knew how to take care of herself and even though they were six of them, never be dependent of a man, so she learned how to change a tire, how to ride a motorbike, and how to change the oil of her car. Her biggest proud moment was how she learned how to drive shift. All thanks to her dad and the brothers.

Thanks for reading!

#captain syverson

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sparrowofsong · 5 years

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Me, a month ago, planning WaN! in animatics: Man, I can’t seem to think of specific details for this plot point. But that’s okay! I can just portray the scene more vaguely and let the lyrics do the work!

Me, now, planning fics instead:

#i have to actually think this through now #after two months of specifically not doing that for this One Specific Plot Point #which means i dont even have anything to work with in my old animatic plans #ive got stuff to work with in the others (remember mal's tip of the day?? save your rough drafts!!)#but this one has nothing for me #ive basically got 'well. deceit does x for y amount of time. and then virgil does The Thing.'#AND THAT DOES NOT HELP #I NEED D E T A I L S #i cant write an actual fic like that!! that's boring!! for me as much as you!#but if nothing else im glad i got the prologue out #bc now i have to stick with the specific plot points i set up in that. i can't rewrite everything again #like i did the first.... how many times did i rewrite wan in its entirety?#around 3 i think #so i can't do that again and take forever to start #i have guidelines now #and the reason that is a concern is because every time i rewrote it was bc i had to figure out one (1) plot point #and when i figured out what to do with it i went 'huh. this is much better than my original idea. time to change the rest of the things!'#and by that i mean the e n t i r e plot #which is okay! thats how the plot ended up where it is now! it sucked before! its decent now!#but i'm tied of it taking so long yknow? anyway #fishing for pennies #what a nightmare

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katierosefun · 4 years

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creator tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank you @kckenobi and @pandora15 for the tag!! <3 so here are the works, in no particular order and also oh gee i am so sorry this got so painfully long you can tell i’m procrastinating on my final + also i just tend to run my mouth when im talking about writing asdffd

to these memories (After Darth Sidious is defeated, everything changes. Some for the better, others not so much. Mostly better though. (Or: Anakin becomes a dad. Rex rehabilitates clone troopers who no longer want to be a part of the army. Ahsoka gets a call from an old friend. And maybe Obi-Wan finds out it’s not just his enemies who don’t stay dead. Basically, everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.)

so this was my first major longform tcw fic, and i just. i have a lot of feelings about this fic, mostly nostalgia and lots of gratefulness. first of all, i think i met a lot of super cool people through this fic, and i also? just? idk, this was a major project that i kind of worked on to cope with post-tcw sadness + also just. general sadness about the world’s situation. writing this story was actually super healing for me, mostly because i just. really wanted to have something where happy endings existed.

so this really...was an experience, and i’m so super grateful for everyone who read along. to this day, whenever i get a comment about this fic, i feel super happy because it makes me feel glad to know that there were some people who took comfort in this work, because i really wanted this fic to have that kind of effect on people. :’)

there they are (Right before Ahsoka leaves for Mandalore, Rex distracts Bo-Katan so she could give her family a proper goodbye. (There's hugging. We just needed our trio to hug.)

i think this was one of my first tcw fics of 2020, and. i just remember impulse writing this after watching old friends not forgotten because i was just. so sad that we didn’t get an anakin and ahsoka hug or a trio hug or anything. i understand why they didn’t--like, i really, really do, but. but i think if there’s a theme i’m going through this year, it’s ‘this was sad, so i’m gonna make it happy!!!’, so...as my masterlist puts it, ‘dave filoni said no trio hug, so i said fine, i’ll do it’.

uhhhhh, how very unusual of me, but!!! probably my working on a new original story. i’ve got the fourth draft of another story siting in the background, but. this other story idea came at me, and five outlines later, i started this story. i’m about three chapters down now, but. a snippet of the prologue:

“Well…it’s also a rather important story,” Rosalind said. “Do you enjoy stories?”

“I want to be a writer,” I blurted, and I stopped at that. I fiddled with my mug, heat that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate or the fire rushing to my face. Silly, oversharing me—oh, what a young, lonely child I was back then. So desperate for conversation that I had grown out of practice and resorted to sharing details that the average stranger would not care for.

But then again, these were not the average strangers—although I’m sure you’ve figured that for yourself.

“Yes,” I said meekly. “I enjoy stories.”

“Well,” Dae said after some time, “it’s good that you’re a writer.”

I lifted my head, and this time, I saw Dae and Rosalind smile at each other. A softer smile, one that made me feel suddenly dreadfully, dreadfully lonely.

“You might want to write this down,” Rosalind said at last.

And so I did.

*and cue the actual story* i won’t say too much because adsfsdfsfd talking about my original work makes me feel awkward + also i am constantly in fear of people stealing ideas even though,,,even though i know the only person who can write this story is me, anyways, but uh. i will say that i have a plan for a five-part series that’s basically about a witch and a princess. there’s a prophecy in the background. there’s magic. there’s rivals to friends to enemies to lovers. there’s father figures + big sister figures + found family + ancient kingdoms + the real world blending with the fantasy world + uh i’ve said enough okeee bye that’s it

the moment was enough (The war ends. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan try to work things out since the last time they actually saw each other.)

it had been a long while since i had written anything that was really just about ahsoka and obi-wan, but. i think everyone knows that i really love my grandpadawan and grandmaster duo? idk, this fic really made me feel things because i was thinking a lot about how obi-wan and ahsoka had left things. i wanted to make it pretty clear that they both clearly care about each other a lot, but like. also. there’s still some hurt there. i just had so much fun writing this, because obi-wan and ahsoka are such an underrated duo and i love them :’)

loose stitches (The discovery and aftermath of Maul. Anakin and Ahsoka find themselves pacing in front of the Council chambers multiple times. They might have taken Obi-Wan to Dex’s. Something might have unraveled, only to be stitched back together.)

kasey before you say anything pls know that i would talk about this fic until literally the day i die i am sorry if i am making you feel self-conscious--but anyways this was a collab with the ever-talented, ever-wonderful @kckenobi. so uh, quick story which mayhaps i might not have told anyone before, but whatever, i’m listening to evermore and therefore have no choice but to be emotional huh--this fic was like...one of the first collabs i’ve ever done? in general, collaborations were always something that made me nervous because it required lots of vulnerability and honesty, and there’s a side of me that’s very obsessed with having this image of Neat Writer Who Has Coherent Thoughts (which,,,doesn’t even exist so why was i obsessed? no idea). so that said, this collab was just. so wild + wonderful because it really was, first of all, such a cool, magical experience. there’s something so amazing and insane about passing words back and forth and like, even a screen apart, there’s something magical about like. sitting down at a laptop at the end of the day and feeling like you’re about to step into a portal where it’s just two people trying to spin a story. writing with kasey was just such a wonderful, absolutely magical experience, and i’m really glad that we got to write this story + the many more that we did. just. there’s something really personal and beautiful about writing until 1, 2, 3 am when the world’s asleep. anyways. magical.

asdfsdfd i’m very sorry that this got so incredibly long, but!! that said, 2020 was a hard year for lots of different reasons both personally + because of *gestures at the world* but. like. i’m really, really glad that i got back to writing clone wars fic this year, because i’ve met so many wonderful, wonderful, wonderful people here, and. yeah. y’all are my serotonin suppliers, and i do refer to a lot of people here as ‘oh yeah, my friend and i were talking the other day about...’ and ‘why are you smiling?’ ‘oh, just something a friend said--’ and. yeah. i hope y’all have a wonderful, wonderful rest of the year + also a wonderful life because y’all are simply the best :’))

no-pressure tags: @lightasthesun @meandmyechoes @soplantyourownflowers @ilonga @sonderwalker @mytardisisparked @60sec400 and really, honestly, anyone else who wants to!!! <333 (like. i mean it. literally. just tag me and lemme scream encouragements at you.)

#tag game #thank you!!#caroline stop writing essays challenge!!!!#i cannot and will not stop writing essays i guess adsfsdf

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soobiniebaby · 4 years

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Angels & Devils Part XI : I’m Yours, You’re Mine

A n g e l s & D e v i l s || Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Over the weekend, B and Kai had spent most of their time lounging around the living room, finishing the entire season of It’s Okay to Not Be Okay on Netflix on Saturday and having a movie marathon on Sunday. They ordered all their meals and had all the food they wanted delivered to the apartment, their food cravings ranging from donuts and milk tea to egg tarts and mint chocolate ice cream. It felt like one of the many sleepovers they used to have when they were kids, only now it was just the 2 of them in a place of their own, without nosy siblings or strict parents to bother them or tell them what they could or couldn’t do.

Other than stuffing their faces with food and drowning their emotions in Netflix, they finally had all the time in the world to do all the catching up that they hadn’t been able to, asking questions and telling stories about what they had missed out on each other’s lives through the years.

“First kiss?” B asks.

“Oh, I think I was in the 7th grade, and it was with Im Yeojin. You?”

“Lucas Wong. A couple of years ago.” B responds.

Kai shakes his head. “That guy was your first kiss ever? Lucas? Your ex?”

B nods. “The one and only. Next question please?”

“Alright, worst ex?” Kai asks intentionally.

“Ningning, you know I’ve only had 1 boyfriend.”

“Yes, and he was the worst! He had the audacity to cheat on you! And all because you wouldn’t ‘put out?’ He's lucky I lived 3 hours away or else I would’ve kicked his ass.” Kai says, huffing.

B laughs, trying to swallow down the lump in her throat that formed whenever she talked about her horrible ex boyfriend. There was so much more to their relationship than him cheating on her cause she wouldn’t put out, but she wasn’t ready to let her best friend know all about it just yet. “Thanks, but judging by the size of his biceps, I don’t think that could’ve ever happened anyway.”

Kai pouts. “Are you saying I should start going to the gym?”

B laughs at him dismissively before changing the subject.

Also, sharing a living space with another person was also a bit of an adjustment for B since she had already gotten used to living alone. Her apartment only had one bathroom which she now shared with Kai, and now she had to keep all her personal toiletries set aside and her feminine hygiene products kept away, not wanting a repeat of the horrifying moment when her best friend walked out of the bathroom with his face all red.

“What happened to you?” she had asked, noticing how flushed he looked after being in the bathroom for 20 minutes.

“You know that when I’m, um, taking a shit I like to read the back of labels of whatever I see in the bathroom, right?” Kai starts slowly.

“Okay, weird, but go on.”

He takes a big gulp before continuing. “Well, let’s just say I now know how to properly put on a tampon. And let me just say, I’m glad I wasn’t born a woman.”

After that incident, B made sure to keep all feminine hygiene products hidden away in the bathroom cabinets. She ensured to leave a stack of random books and magazines on the bathroom counters so Kai would have something to read when doing his business. Other than that, B also had to remind herself that it was no longer socially acceptable to walk around her apartment in nothing but a tshirt and underwear on, since she had gotten used to roaming the space without worrying about other people seeing what she looked like. She usually went to bed in just a shirt and underwear and roll out of bed and straight into the kitchen for breakfast without a care in the world. Now, she had to double check and make sure that she was wearing bottoms and a bra before stepping out of her bedroom.

Even though there were many things she hadn’t considered before inviting a guy to stay in her apartment, she had to admit that it was nice to have company around. She hadn’t realized how lonely it was to live alone until Kai had come along, and now she was already sort of dreading the day when he’d get better and move out. She was starting to consider finding a room mate before then, knowing that she’d feel lonely once her company had to leave.

Come Monday morning, B woke up feeling excited. She rolled out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and made her way to the kitchen, only to be surprised by the sight of breakfast already prepared on the table. A plate full of bacon and sunny side up eggs, a bowl full of fresh fruit and cereal, and a glass of blue lemonade were all neatly laid out on the table, and Kai was sitting there with an apron still tied around his waist. When he saw B step out from her room, he immediately greeted her “Wakey wakey Baba, time to go back to school!”

B rubs the sleep from her eyes, making sure she wasn’t just dreaming that Kai had prepared breakfast for her. Once the smell of freshly cooked bacon filled wafted in the air, she immediately brightens up and walks on over to give her best friend a hug.

“Ningning, you did all this for me? Thank you so much!” she says in awe.

“Yup, I wanted to make it special since it’ll be your first day back at MOA today.” Kai says. “Now hurry up before it gets cold. You have to be ready in 40 minutes.”

B all but gobbles up all the food that Kai had prepared for her before jumping into the shower, drying her hair, putting on some make up and changing into her school uniform, making sure she had everything she needed before letting Kai walk her to the front door.

“Have fun, Baba!” Kai says.

“Sure thing. Make sure to keep the door locked and call me if you need anything.” she says, waving goodbye before making her way downstairs to meet Taehyun.

As soon as Taehyun sees her, his eyes visibly light up.

“B! Finally, I’ve missed you so much.” he says, waving hello before stretching his arms out towards her. “Come here!”

B excitedly runs up, preparing to hug Taehyun, until at the last minute he folds his hands across his chest and takes a step back, which stops her in her tracks.

“On second thought, don’t touch me. You may be medically cleared already, but since Hyuka’s staying with you, you might still be carrying the pox.” he says. It’s only then when she notices that he was wearing a face mask and had a small spray bottle of alcohol hanging from his school ID lace.

She smiles at him sheepishly. “I missed you too, you know.” she says, opting to wrap her arms around her own torso instead.

He laughs at her silly antics before following suit, wrapping his arms around himself. “Let’s just pretend that we’re hugging right now.”

B nods. “Alrighty. Thanks, Tyun.”

“Don’t mention it. Now come on, put on your face mask and make sure you have hand sanitizer before we go.” he says, adjusting the mask on his face.

She puts on a mask and puts a small bottle of hand sanitizer in her pocket before they start making their way to school.

“I’ve missed these walks of ours.” B says happily, breathing in the morning air.

“I’ve missed them too. And I’ve missed you. School was a bit boring without you, and walking to school alone just didn’t feel the same.”

“How have things at MOA been, apart from the health protocols? And how are the guys?” B asks.

“Apart from the implementation of health protocols, school has pretty much been the same. The guys miss you. I think they’re excited to see you.” Taehyun responds.

“I miss them too.” B says, sighing. She and Yeonjun had FaceTimed every night through the weekend, but she missed him, and she felt a bit sad that they had to cancel their supposed last date. She had to admit that she missed the other guys too. “What makes you think they’re excited to see me, though?”

“They told me to ask you if you could meet them by the front gate of MOA before classes start this morning.” Taehyun says.

“Oh? They did? Weird, but okay. I wonder why.” B says, trying to think of why they might want to meet up. “How have you been? Has anything in your life changed in the past week?” she asks.

Taehyun shrugs. “Not really, same old same old. Just the usual studying at school and working at the café.” he says. “What about you? How have you been doing?”

B shrugs too, mimicking his response. “I’ve been good, nothing much going on.” she says casually, which was a lie. She wanted to tell him about Yeonjun and about how he asked her out and all the dates he put together, but a part of her was scared about how he’d react, so she thought it would be better to tell him when the time was right.

As she and Taehyun approach the campus, her eyes catch sight of 3 familiar figures standing right outside of the gates, particularly to the head of blue hair.

B feels her heart jump out of her chest, speeding up her walking, and Taehyun runs to catch up to her as she starts waving her arms in the air the closer they got until the 3 boys look up in her direction and they all wave back.

“Seriously, you 3, why aren’t you wearing face masks?” Taehyun says as they meet the 3 boys outside the gate.

“Well good morning to you too, Tyun.” Beomgyu says playfully. “Relax, we’re not within campus grounds so we don’t have to wear masks yet.”

B laughs at their banter. “I think Tyun’s just worried that you’ll catch Kai’s chicken pox germs if you stand too close to me without a mask on.” she jokes. “So, why are we meeting up here outside the gates instead of at the front steps like we usually do?”

“Hey, B! Good to see you again.” Beomgyu says.

“Well, you see, there are new health protocols set in place on campus right now, and as members of the student council, we can never be caught violating any rules set within the school.” Yeonjun begins, smiling at her brightly, like there was a secret that only the 2 of them shared.

“Alright, and…?” B asks, not sure where they were going with this.

“And before we go in and start off another week of school, there’s just this 1 health protocol we’d like to violate.” Beomgyu continues.

“Okay, which one? Is it the face mask thing? Why are we standing outside the school gates?” B asks, still confused.

“So we can do this.” Soobin says, before taking a step towards B with arms outstretched and pulling her into him, his whole body engulfing her in a hug.

He feels time stop the moment his arms wrap themselves around her body, her face buried in his chest, the top of her head inches away from his chin, the smell of her lavender-scented shampoo tickling his nose, his hands resting on the curves in her waist.

When Soobin woke up feeling excited that day, he told himself it was just because he was excited to start a new week of school, but deep down he knew that wasn’t the case.

When the guys suggested that they wait for B outside the school gates so that they could greet her a proper ‘welcome back,’ he felt a flutter in his chest, and he told himself that it was just because he was happy that their group would be complete again (minus Kai), but deep down, he knew he was only fooling himself.

When he and the guys stood outside the school gates waiting for B and Taehyun to arrive, he could feel his heart start to beat even faster in anticipation, and he told himself it was just because he was looking forward to see their friend again after a whole week, but he knew there was more to it than that.

When he saw her waving her arms in the air and walking towards them, he felt his breath catch in his throat, and he told himself it was just because he was surprised to see her looking so radiant and healthy knowing how badly sick she was, but he knew it was because of how he was just now realizing how beautiful she really was.

When he took a step towards her and engulfed her delicate figure in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his, a feeling washed over him unlike anything he’s experienced before, as if by having her in his arms everything in the world was finally falling into place and the pounding in his chest and the flutter of butterfly wings in his stomach finally made sense, and it was at that moment he knew with absolute certainty just what it was.

It was her. It was B.

He didn’t know how it came to be, or why exactly it happened, but all he knew was that it was her.

It was him realizing that he was falling in love with her.

And the feeling hit him so suddenly with such clarity that for a moment, it felt like the whole world stood still, as his breath seemed to catch in his throat and time seemed to stop as he held her in his arms, savoring the moment and all the emotions that were hitting him all at once.

She lets out a surprised squeal as Soobin pulls her in, only to be muffled by her face being buried in his chest as they embrace.

“Soobinie!” she says, laughing in surprise. “I missed you too.”

Soobin smiles to himself, tempted to rest his chin on her head, but he was aware of the presence of their friends, so he slowly lets her go, his eyes meeting Taehyun’s as he does, and Taehyun’s expression quickly changes as he realizes what was happening.

Taehyun raises his brows in question, and Soobin gives him a quick and discreet nod in response, to which Taehyun shakes his head.

Soobin keeps his head down to conceal the blush creeping into his face as B steps away and Beomgyu tackles her into a hug.

“We missed you so much! I wish I could’ve gotten an excuse to skip school for a week too, though.” Beomgyu says slyly.

“Hey, I did not skip school! I called you everyday to listen in on lectures, remember?” B says defensively, hitting Beomgyu’s chest. “If you wanna stay at home so bad, maybe you should come over to my place. I’m sure Hyuka would gladly give you a big hug, along with the chicken pox of course.”

Beomgyu steps away and holds his hands up in the air in front of him. “No way, I don’t want chicken pox. I’d rather endure school than have hideous spots all over my body.”

B looks at him offended. “You think I have hideous spots all over my body?” she says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, Gyu.” Taehyun says, watching as Beomgyu runs away from B to hide behind him. “Don’t worry B, I’ll help you kidnap him after school. I think Hyuka would like to have an extra playmate.”

“I never said that!” Beomgyu cries, running from Taehyun to Yeonjun now, hiding behind the blue haired boy. “B, you look beautiful as always. If anything, the spots just accentuate your beauty.” he says desperately.

B scoffs. “Oh shut up. You’re lucky I like you, or else I would’ve slapped you so hard that the spots would transfer from my skin to yours.”

Yeonjun laughs, shielding Beomgyu behind him. “Wow, I never pegged you to be violent.” he says.

B shrugs. “I’m not. I’m just saying, I could slap someone if I wanted to.”

Yeonjun shakes his head, pulling her into his arms. “Welcome back, Baby.” he whispers in her ear, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and slowly stroking the small of her back, making sure that the other boys don’t see, before letting her go.

Once she pulls away, her face is noticeably red, and Yeonjun can’t help but laugh. God, she looked adorable. He gives her a quick wink before saying “And now that that’s settled, shall we head to class?”

The 3 boys put on their facemasks and let B lead the way into the school gates, each of them having their body temperatures checked and their hands disinfected before walking through the gates.

As B walks ahead of the boys, the 4 boys pair off.

Beomgyu slings an arm around Yeonjun’s shoulders, keeping his voice low as he says “So now that’s she’s back, will you guys have the talk now?”

“What talk?” Yeonjun asks.

“The talk? The relationship talk. You know, the talk about your feelings and where you guys stand and what your label is and stuff like that.” Beomgyu says knowingly. “If the 2 of you don’t want to put a label on whatever it is you 2 are, then you should at least let the other guys know that you’re dating.”

Yeonjun shrugs. “Don’t worry, Gyu. I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see. I’ve been planning this for days now, but considering that we’re at school, I’ll have to make do. At the end of the day, we might even let you guys know about us.” he responds, his eyes glued to the girl in front of them, which automatically puts a smile on his face. “I’m gonna make that girl mine.”

Meanwhile, Taehyun attempts to sling his arm around Soobin’s shoulders, but with the other boy being much taller and walking a bit faster, he settled for interlocking his arm around Soobin’s instead.

“Oh, hey Tyun.” Soobin says, surprised by the sudden lock on his arm. “What’s up?”

“’What’s up?’” Taehyun says, mimicking him. “You tell me. All your questions about falling in love and stuff…were they about B? Is it her? Are you in love with—”

Soobin cuts him off. “Shhh, the other guys might hear you!” he says, hurriedly looking around and seeing that no one was within ear shot. “Yes, it’s about her. Let’s talk about this later, okay? Alone.”

Taehyun sighs. “Fine, but wow, I should’ve known. I had a feeling it was her. You 2 would make a great couple.” he says teasingly.

“Oh shut up, you know-it-all.” Soobin says, flustered. “I’m sure you would’ve figured it out sooner or later anyway, you’re too damn smart, you know?”

Taehyun laughs. “It doesn’t take a genius to see that you’ve got it bad, Binnie.” he says. “Let’s talk about it soon, okay? Just hang in there.”

Soobin sighs, his eyes focus on the girl walking in front of them. “Trust me, I’m trying.”

•°•

B had to admit that Yeonjun’s sudden request had her heart fluttering, but more than anything it got her head buzzing with curiosity. Within 5 minutes she had excused herself from class, 3rd period biology which she didn’t share with any of the guys, and she was on her way to the student council room, which she had only been to once before with Soobin and Yeonjun. Technically, she was cutting class, but a few minutes probably wouldn’t hurt.

B takes a deep breath, not knowing what quite to expect, before turning the knob on the double doors to the student council room, taking a step inside.

The room was dark, the blackout curtains doing their job, and was only illuminated by the light spilling in from the door and a set of candles in the middle of the conference table, which also highlighted the fact that the conference table seemed to be overflowing with blue rose petals.

And there was Yeonjun, leaning against the table, a single blue rose in his hand. It’s only then when B looks down and notices that the carpeted floor all the way from the entrance of the room to the spot where Yeonjun was standing by the conference table was littered with blue rose petals.

“Yeonjun? What is this?” B asks, stepping inside and closing the door behind her, the only source of light in the room now coming from the candles. She removes her face mask, noticing that he wasn’t currently wearing one, and pockets it in her blazer.

“Baby. Come here.” he says, patting the spot on the table beside him. B walks over to the table, stepping on countless blue petals as she did so, and once she reaches him, Yeonjun takes her by surprise and carries her, lifting her up and setting her down on the table.

“Yeonjun!” she squeals in surprise, clinging on to him for dear life. As her bottom hits the table, she lets go and whacks his arm. “You surprised me!” she huffs, surprised by his sudden maneuver. “And you’re breaking the health protocols! What’s all this for anyway?”

He stands in front of her, simply staring at her, admiring how she looked in the candlelight. A few blue petals had fallen over the edge when he set her down on the table, but that didn’t bother him. He had skipped the entirety of 3rd period to prepare for this moment, so he wouldn’t let anything distract him now.

“All this?” he simply says. Upon seeing the confused look on her face, he takes a step towards her, situating himself in between her dangling legs, and he rests his hands on either side of her, his palms laid flat on the table just centimeters away from her thighs. The whole mood in the room shifted from playful to something different with just that simple action. “All this is for you.”

B could feel her heart start to pound in her chest again. She tried to keep a level head but Yeonjun was standing so close that she could smell him, the scent of his cologne now very familiar to her, and she could feel parts of his uniform lightly tickling at her inner thighs where he stood, sending shivers down her spine. “For me? Why?”

“Because, Baby, you deserve it. You deserve all of it.” he begins carefully, slowly, his gaze locking her in place. “I told you I want to give you all the good things you deserve, and during the past week I tried. Those dates meant a lot to me and I can only hope that you enjoyed them half as much as I did. My plans were cut short because of your unexpected temporary roommate,” he says, fondly referring to Kai, “and maybe I should’ve waited a little bit longer to do this, but I don’t think I can keep this to myself any longer.”

B looks down then, her cheeks starting to heat up. She sees how close his hands are to her thighs and her mouth goes dry. He was standing so close. “What are you talking about?” she says, her eyes transfixed on his hands.

Her eyes follow as he raises one hand to cup her face, lifting it up slightly to meet his gaze. “I want you, Baby.” he says, looking right into her eyes. “I want you to be mine.”

B takes a deep breath, finding herself unable to look away, before she says “I want you, too.”

And with those words, Yeonjun couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned forward, closing what little distance was left between them, and pulled her face up to his, their lips crashing together.

~ w a r n i n g : makeout scene ~

Praying that he couldn’t hear her pounding heartbeat, B returns the kiss with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. Her fingers entwine themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, effectively disheveling his blue hair.

Yeonjun’s hands inch away from the table and come in direct contact with her thighs, the sudden warmth of his palms on her bare skin causing B’s mouth to open a little to let out a breath of surprise. She feels him smile against her lips, amused by her reaction, before taking the opportunity to trace her lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, which she allows.

His hands start to move slowly up her body then, he slides them up from her thighs to her waist, her skirt hiking up a few inches higher in the process. He breaks the kiss, allowing a moment for them to catch their breaths, before bowing his head down, his lips coming in contact with the sensitive skin on her neck.

“Oh god.” B breathes out, surprised by the contact, and again she feels his lips form a smile against her skin. She tilts her head backwards, his lips trailing kisses along her exposed skin, her heavy breaths starting to make her feel lightheaded.

Just as he’s about to pull away, his lips brush against the dip in her collarbone, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist and her fingers in his hair to dig in deeper, her body reacting to him before her mind could grasp what was happening.

“Fuck.” he breathes against her skin, feeling himself start to lose control.

B’s grip loosens then, her hands dropping from his hair to rest on his shoulders, her breathing heavy as she lets her head fall forward to rest on the top of his head, his face still buried in her neck. “Sorry.” she whispers, trying to control the rise and fall of her chest.

His grip on her waist remains tight, her blouse bunched up in his fists, his head buried in her neck as he tries to calm himself down, his breath coming out through clenched teeth. For a moment, they stay like that, until Yeonjun’s grip gradually starts to loosen, letting go of the fabric of her blouse as his hands go from clenching her waist to gently tracing circles on the now exposed skin on her hips.

~ end of makeout scene ~

“You…” he begins slowly, lifting his head and letting it rest against her forehead, their breaths mingling. “You drive me crazy, you know?”

She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head lightly against his. “Not really, no.”

He laughs too, reaching a hand up to caress her hair, his eyes on hers once again. “Baby.” he simply says.

“Yes?” she responds, unable to stop a smile from creeping on her face. He smiles too, his heart fluttering, and he takes a deep breath before saying the next few words.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She nods her head eagerly, their foreheads rubbing together. “Choi Yeonjun, I’m all yours.” she says, laughing upon seeing his bright smile. She kisses his nose, then his forehead and each of his cheeks. He starts laughing as she showers his face with light kisses. “I’m yours, you’re mine, Baby.” he says, the feeling washing over him.

“You think it’s safe to let everyone know now?” Yeonjun asks her, remembering how he promised Beomgyu they’d tell the rest of the boys about it soon.

B nods, biting her lip as she thinks of how people would react to the news. Yeonjun was her boyfriend. “Yes.”

He uses his thumb to free her lower lip from her teeth, gently tracing it before kissing her softly again. “Let’s tell the guys later. At lunch.” he says, referring to their daily lunchbreaks spent at the gazebo.

“Sure.” she says. Then she pulls away and pushes herself off the table, straightening out her uniform as she does so. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Biology class to get back to.”

Yeonjun smirks, watching her pull her skirt down and tuck the hem of her blouse back in, straightening her blazer and running her fingers through her hair. It gave him some sort of satisfaction, knowing that he had gotten her so disheveled. He leans back against the table, running a hand through his hair and straightening out his necktie as well, keeping his hands in the front pockets of his trousers.

“Aren’t you coming back to class?” B asks, pulling the face mask out of her blazer pocket and putting securing it over her nose and mouth. “There’s only a few more minutes, and then it’ll be our lunch break.”

Yeonjun shakes his head. “I never went to third period.” he admits. “You better get back to class and surrender your hall pass though. I’ll meet you at the gazebo for lunch.” he says.

B’s mouth drops open. “You skipped third period?” she exclaims. “Please promise me you won’t skip classes again, please?” she pouts.

He laughs, taking her hand and pulling her closer. “I promise. Except for when my father requests it, though. But this is the last non-business related time I skip class.” he says, kissing the back of her hand. “You better hurry back, the bell rings in about 10 minutes.”

“Oh my god, I am so dead!” she squeals, her eyes widen as starts to pull away, but Yeonjun’s grip on her wrist keeps her in place.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he says pointedly, his brow raised.

“Oh.” she simply says, before standing on her tiptoes and using a finger to pull her mask down, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling the mask back up. “That?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You are adorable. I meant this,” he says, planting the single blue rose in her free hand. “but thanks, Baby.”

She blushes beet red then, straightening out her blazer one last time and quickly saying “See you at lunch, Yeonjun!” before dashing out the door.

He uses the remaining 10 minutes of 3rd period to distract himself from his thoughts by cleaning up all the rose petals he had set up. He wasn’t expecting things to get so heated, he only wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend, but he had to admit that he was pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. Just thinking about how she had reacted to his touches and how adorably flustered she got made him smile to himself, but the memory of her wrapping her legs around his waist and tilting her head back sent his mind wandering into the very place he was trying to distract himself from in the first place.

He sighs, shaking his head as he forced his thoughts to go focus into another mindset instead. He checks his watch, the petals all put away in a garbage bag. As the lunch bell rings, he grabs his things and locks the student council room behind him, putting on a face mask before making his way to the gazebo where he would meet his friends and his girlfriend for lunch.

Now he just had to tell his friends about his girlfriend.

•°•

When B got back to her Biology class, the teacher fortunately didn’t seem to notice that she was gone for well over 5 minutes, but her friends definitely did. When she sat back down beside Ryujin and Yuna, they definitely noticed how long her absence was, and they took note of how flushed she looked, and of the blue rose that he had haphazardly tucked under her blazer.

“Spill it. Now.” the 2 girls eagerly say, eyeing her like a hawk.

“Yeonjun asked me to meet up with him at the student council room.” B whispers to them, making sure that they were the only ones within earshot.

“Ooh, a steamy secret rendezvous in the middle of class?” Ryujin says teasingly.

“No, it wasn’t like that.” B aggressively whispers back, well-aware of how her cheeks were heating up as she tries to push away thoughts of Yeonjun’s lips on her neck.

“So what was it like then?” Yuna asks innocently.

Unable to contain her smile, B says “He asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.”

The 2 girls quietly squeal at the good news. “Wow! Congrats!” Ryujin says.

Yuna nods. “Wow, and just like that for the first time in 2 years, Choi Yeonjun has a girlfriend.”

“2 years? He hasn’t had a girlfriend in 2 years?” B asks, surprised. Since everyone kept mentioning Yeonjun having a record for being one of the biggest flirts on campus, she was expecting him to have a long list of complicated past relationships.

“Well, real serious girlfriends, yeah. He’s been on a few dates with some girls since then, but it never really went beyond that so I wouldn’t call them girlfriends. And if I’m not mistaken, she was his first girlfriend. His first love, actually.” Yuna says thoughtfully. “I don’t really know her since she was never a student here.”

“I did, sort of.” Ryujin pipes up. “Gyu told me all about the guys’ past relationships. He mentioned Yeonjun and Rose’s relationship a lot. He said she was…” she starts, trying to choose her words carefully. “well, a complete bitch.”

“Rose?” B says, the name completely foreign to her. “His first girlfriend? So he’s only had 1 other girlfriend before me? And she was a complete bitch?” she asks, her head spinning with information.

Ryuji nods. “Yeah, despite his track record and dating history, he’s only ever had 1 serious relationship, and that was with Rose.” she says. “Gyu said they were intense. It was one of those relationships that were just so, um, loud I guess?”

“Loud? What do you mean?” B asks, genuinely curious yet a bit afraid to find out the answer.

“Gyu said they were one of those couples who were always so in-your-face about their relationship. Yeonjun wasn’t active on social media back then, but she was, and she was flaunting her relationship all over, showing off all the stuff he’d spoil her with and everything. Not only that, but they were one of those couples that, when going through a fight, the whole world would know about. According to Gyu, their relationship was dramatic and fiery and intense and so damn toxic, but Yeonjun was head over heels for her, which annoyed the guys to no end.”

“That sounds kind of awful.” B says, unable to imagine Yeonjun in such a relationship. “Kind of weird that the guys didn’t seem so supportive, either?”

Ryujin shakes her head. “That’s not even the worst of it. Apparently, she cheated on him with another rich kid she met while she was on vacation or something. Gyu says he hasn’t hated anyone as much as he hated Rose.”

“Now that sounds really awful.” B said, the information overload swirling around in her head. She couldn’t even imagine how awful this girl must’ve been for even Beomgyu and his friends to hate her so much. Why had Yeonjun fallen in love with such an awful person? And how could he have stayed in such a toxic relationship? And how could anyone cheat on him?

“I can’t say for sure since I personally don’t know her, Gyu just showed me a few of her pictures before, but he made her sound like the devil incarnate.” Ryujin says.

“Well, devil incarnate or not, Yeonjun’s definitely taken his standards to a different level with you.” Yuna says a bit comfortingly, squeezing B’s arm, trying to move away from the unpleasant topic. “And the best part is, I’m pretty sure all his friends love you already, so you won’t have to worry about that either. You and Yeonjun are solid.”

“Thanks, Yuna.” B says, smiling in relief. Then, remembering what Kai had told her about wanting to ask Yuna out, B giggles to herself.

“What was that for?” Yuna asks, noticing the sudden giggle.

Just then, the lunch bell rings, and B stands up instantly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Nothing. Just excited about my new relationship, I guess.” And about your soon-to-be relationship with my best friend. she thinks to herself, before greeting the girls goodbye and leaving the room.

Due to Kai’s absence, she had to walk to the gazebo alone, growing accustomed to having him pick her up outside her classroom so they could walk to the gazebo together. Now that she was left alone with her thoughts, she was starting to feel overwhelmed about everything that had happened that morning, from being back in school to her meet up with Yeonjun to officially being his girlfriend to learning about his ex. Even though she had learned a lot from Ryujin, she had to admit that her curiosity was still taking over her thoughts, which she knew would probably do no good for her new relationship.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder about Yeonjun’s past relationship, and worry about how similar it had sounded to her relationship with her one and only ex boyfriend.

As she approaches the gazebo, she sees that Yeonjun and the rest of the guys were already there, sitting at their usual places. Without Kai, she wasn’t sure where she should sit. She usually sat beside Soobin cause that’s where Kai would usually sit before welcoming her into the group, but now she wasn’t sure.

Before she started to worry too much about where to sit, the boys spotted her approaching the gazebo and started waving at her. She smiles and waves back, stepping into the gazebo.

“There you are! Ah, it feels good to see your face around here again.” Beomgyu says, welcoming her in. “And just in time, too. Yeonjun says he has an important announcement that he’d like to make.”

“That we’d like to make, actually.” Yeonjun says, offering B a hand as she steps in, and she takes his hand shyly, letting him guide her into the small space.

“Oh?” Taehyun says, eyeing the 2 with a bad feeling in his gut. “What announcement?”

B takes a deep breath suddenly feeling shy and nervous, her eyes on the ground. She was starting to feel worried about how their friends might react, and guilty about not telling them about the whole thing in the first place. She had grown very fond of the boys and felt very comfortable around them, their closeness making her feel safe, as if she belonged. She was afraid that being Yeonjun’s girlfriend would change the way they see her or the way they treat her.

Sensing her nerves, Yeonjun squeezes her hand, urging her to look at him instead. He offers her a small smile, which she nervously returns. He nods at her before turning his attention to the 3 boys seated. “First thing’s first, I just wanna say that I’m sorry we didn’t tell you guys about this sooner. We just agreed that it would be best to keep it between us until we were sure about how things would go.”

“Whatever it is, we understand.” Soobin says with a smile on his face yet with a sinking feeling in his stomach, his mind buzzing at Yeonjun’s choice of words.

We.

Taehyun looks at his president with worry, a part of him dreading whatever Yeonjun would say next yet already sensing what was coming.

Yeonjun smiles brightly, his heart fluttering as he looks at the girl by his side before slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to his side. “Baby and I are together.”

As the words leave Yeonjun’s mouth, Soobin’s gaze instantly falls on B, wanting to see if it was true or if it was some sort of weird prank that Yeonjun was pulling. When he sees her smile shyly, attempting to bury her face in the blue haired boy’s chest, his heart sinks.

“We’re officially a couple.” she confirms, her face getting redder by the second as she looks up at Yeonjun, who he could tell was grinning behind his face mask.

Soobin didn’t know what felt worse, the fact that his best friend and the girl he just realized he was falling for were now a couple, or the fact that now he was falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. Seeing them together now—her with her flushed cheeks and her tight grip on Yeonjun’s necktie and him with his arm dropping down from her shoulders to her waist, securing her by his side—made Soobin feel a bit sick. But what made him feel even sicker was the fact that seeing them together was making him feel sick in the first place. His best friend had finally found an amazing girl 2 years after his horrendous break up and was now dating said amazing girl. He wanted nothing more than to feel happy, but the fact that he didn’t made him feel terrible.

Before Soobin’s guilt starts to consume him, Beomgyu suddenly claps, sending a jolt through everyone in the gazebo. “Wow, congratulations B and YJ!” he says, approaching the couple and happily slapping the older boy on his back. “You 2 look great together.”

“Thanks, Gyu.” B says shyly, her blush visible even through her face mask, one hand fisting Yeonjun’s necktie as he kept her close to him.

“Don’t mention it, I’m happy that this guy has finally moved on.” Beomgyu says teasingly. “And that he was able to score someone way out of his league.” he says, wiggling his brows at the pair.

“Shut up, BG.” Yeonjun says, playfully shoving Beomgyu away before they share a quick high five “You’re right though, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” he says, using his free hand to caress her hair.

“Shut up, both of you.” she says, flustered. She looks at Taehyun and Soobin anxiously, holding her breath as she waited for their reactions. So far, the two boys had either been staring at her and Yeonjun or at each other.

Finally, Taehyun stands up, approaching the couple. “B.” he simply says, which causes her heart to sink a little.

“Tyunie?” she asks, nervously waiting to know his verdict. She and Taehyun had formed a sort of special bond over their walks together, and his opinion was the one that she worried about the most. She wanted to apologize on the spot for not telling him about it sooner, and explain everything about the past couple of weeks to him to make him understand why she had chosen to keep her relationship with Yeonjun a secret. She didn’t know why, but she wanted Taehyun’s approval.

He smiles at her then, and she feels the weight lifted off her chest. “Congratulations.” he finally says, stepping towards her and hugging her, which she wholeheartedly returned. She lets out a sigh as he rubs her back, her chin tucked into his shoulder, before he pulls away. “I just broke a health protocol for you.” he suddenly says, horrified. He instantly steps away then and starts to vigorously spray his hands, arms and neck with alcohol, which causes B to burst out laughing.

“You did it cause you looove me.” she says teasingly. “And thanks, Tyun.” she says, glad that he approved, though she made a mental note to tell him about all the details later on. She felt like she owed him that much.

It’s quiet for a moment as Yeonjun’s gaze lands on Soobin, the only one in the group who hadn’t shown any reaction towards the news as he had just been staring back and forth between him and B the whole time.

For Yeonjun, it was Soobin’s opinion he valued the most. Soobin was one of the few people in the world that Yeonjun would trust with his life. He was the only one among his friends who supported his relationship with Rose, valuing Yeonjun’s happiness above his own when he was clearly unhappy about the whole incident.

He was the one who was there for Yeonjun when everything came crashing down, the one who helped Yeonjun pick himself back up after being cheated on by his first love, the one who helped save Yeonjun from the nights when he would drown himself in alcohol in the hopes of numbing the heartache, the one who would sneak into Yeonjun’s house in the middle of the night to make sure he was asleep safe and sound in his bed rather than hooking up with random girls and picking fights with random guys at the bar, the one who would talk Yeonjun into giving his father a chance and reason with him that his father only wanted what was best for his son, the one who encouraged Yeonjun to join the dance club and the jazzed club and the student council, the one who begged the faculty and advisers to give Yeonjun a second chance at finishing school at MOA promising that he would keep his friend in check, the one who would do anything to make Yeonjun smile, and the one who would always tell Yeonjun the truth.

He stares at Soobin until Soobin’s eyes finally meet his and he stands up, making his way towards the blue haired boy. Once they stood face to face, there’s a moment of silence before Soobin’s face melts into a warm smile, his dimples peeking out from under his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners, which instantly puts a smile on Yeonjun’s face as well.

Yeonjun pulls him into a hug, relieved. “Congratulations, Yeonjun.” the taller boy says, patting his back a couple of times before pulling away. “I’m so happy for you.” he says.

“Thanks, Binnie.” Yeonjun says, patting him on the back as well. “This means a lot to me.”

Soobin nods at him before turning to B, and before he can say or do anything, she throws her arms out to him and pulls him in for a hug, her tiny body feeling especially fragile as her arms squeezed around his waist.

He looks down at B then, finding her in his arms for the second time that day, in almost the exact same way. Again, he feels time stop the moment his arms wrap themselves around her body, only this time she had her arms around his waist as well. Her face was buried in his chest, the top of her head inches away from his chin, the smell of her lavender-scented shampoo taking over his senses, his hands resting on the curves of her waist.

Only now it felt completely different.

When he hugged her this morning, it felt like everything in the world was falling into place, the feeling hitting him so suddenly with such clarity, as if time seemed to stop as he was hit with the realization that he was falling in love.

As he hugged her now, it felt like everything in the world was falling apart, the horrible feeling hitting him as he felt his heart sink deeper and deeper, as if time seemed to stop as he was hit with the reality that she was Yeonjun’s, that what he felt for her was wrong, that he could never let his feelings for her go past what they were now, that he probably shouldn’t even be hugging her anymore.

“Thanks, Soobinie.” she says in response to how he had congratulated Yeonjun.

“No problem, B.” he says, lifting a hand up to gently stroke her hair, taking a deep breath and taking in her lavender scent, savoring the warmth of her body against his one last time, telling himself he’d never hug her like this for as long as he could handle it. As he lays his chin gently at the top of her head, his eyes meet Taehyun’s, who was standing behind her, staring at him with a sad look in his eyes.

Soobin squeezes his eyes shut, prolonging the hug for a moment longer, before finally pulling away, looking directly at her eyes. She was glowing, her face flushed yet radiant, her smile so big that it was visible under her mask, she looked so so happy that it made his heart ache, knowing that the next few words he’d speak out loud would kill him yet knowing that he meant every bit of it.

“I’m happy for you.”

•°•

Author’s note:

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Future Management Chapter 8

A/N: Hi all! Hope you had a great holiday! I know I said this would be done before the new year, but I think I’m going to post the last chapter on Ben’s birthday (January 2nd). So not too much behind, but thought I’d let you guys know! Anyway! I love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade. After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: SMUT! (only my 2nd time writing it, so I hope it’s okay) Unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all) That’s uh…about it. Some slightly jealous/dom!Ben (very brief)

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management) Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7)

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“You know,” Ben whispered in your ear. “The driver seems very focused on the road. We could…have some fun back here.” Ben waggled his eyebrows at you.

The two of you were in the back of the car. Ben put his arm around you and you snuggled into his side.

You giggled and smacked his chest.

“No, we can’t because you, Mr. Jones, get handsy when you’re kissing and if you mess up my hair before we make that red carpet, Sam will kill you.”

“I bet I could take him,” Ben moved your hair to one side and pressed a kiss to where neck met your shoulder.

“We’ll be there soon, and we’ve got a whole hotel room to ourselves after everything. There’s going to be lots of champagne. And you know how I get when I’ve had champagne,” you smiled at Ben and raised one eyebrow.

Ben chuckled under his breath.

“If that’s the case, I can wait,” Ben’s hand started gently stroking your arm. “Are you nervous?”

“About the film?”

“Well, I meant more about the reporters and everybody knowing that we’re back together.”

You looked up at him. “I…I mean, yeah, but…God, this is going to sound so cheesy,” you looked away.

Ben used two fingers to move your head so that you were looking at him again. “Tell me anyway.”

You looked into Ben’s eyes. They were searching yours for an answer.

“I…if you’re with me, it doesn’t matter. We can do this.”

Ben smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours gently.

“I know we can,” Ben told you when he pulled away.

The rest of the car ride, the two of you were quiet, just enjoying the calm before the storm and just being with each other.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and you glanced around Ben and out of the window to see hundreds of people. Fans, reporters, photographers, and some of your fellow cast and crew.

You looked at Ben and he gave you a big smile.

“I love you,” Ben whispered and gave you a kiss. It was just like what the two of you used to do before stepping out at movies or award shows.

The driver came around and opened the door. The first thing you heard was screaming. Then you saw the flashes. Ben took your hand before he stepped out of the car and thanked the driver.

“Oh you’re welcome. Your bags will be waiting in your room,” he gave Ben a nod before getting out of the way. You felt everybody there took a deep breath as you got out of car with Ben. It was quiet for a beat before people started screaming.

“Y/N! Y/N! OVER HERE!”

“BEN! LOOK HERE!”

“ARE YOU BACK TOGHETER?!”

The two of you smiled and waved.

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s Jasmine from E!”

You liked Jasmine, so you pulled Ben over to her.

“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” She gave you a hug and an air kiss to the cheek.

“I’m great! How are you?”

“Very well! So, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t weird. Hi, Ben!” Jasmine gave him a smile.

“Hi, Jasmine,” Ben gave her a shy smile before she turned to you.

“What’s going on here? Are you two back together? Are you moving back to London?”

“Actually, we haven’t gotten to that yet, but we are back together!” You beamed.

Jasmine squealed and pulled both of you into a hug and then looked at the camera.

“Well, you heard it here on E! first. Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy are officially back together!”

Ben squeezed your hand and the two of you continued down the line with pictures and interviews, most of them having to do with you and Ben, but then it would change to the movie. It was going really well.

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you. You looked over and saw Jackson waving at you.

You smiled at him and walked over, pulling Ben along. You gave him a hug and then stepped back closer to Ben.

“Well, hello you two,” Jackson gave you both a knowing smile.

Ben offered Jackson his hand. “I owe you an apology, mate. I have been…well, a real prick, if I’m being honest, and I’m sorry.”

Jackson smiled, and shook Ben’s hand. “Nah, man. I get it,” Jackson looked at you then back to Ben. “Love makes people act like idiots sometimes.”

You blushed and leaned into Ben’s side. Ben put his arm around your waist after he and Jackson let go of each other’s hands.

“JACKSON! Y/N! CAN WE GET SOME SHOTS?!”

You turned to Ben. “Behave while I go take some pictures?”

“Oh, never,” Ben gave you a kiss on the cheek as you and Jackson walked over to where they were directing you.

“So, you and Ben are back together,” Jackson stated matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, we are,” you said through your smile as cameras were taking pictures of you and Jackson.

“Well good, I’m glad you’re happy.”

You looked at Jackson and saw him smiling at you. You smiled back and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Alright, Jackson! You come down here and Y/N, you stay here,” one of the organizers came over and pulled Jackson a few yards down.

The photographers and reporters were yelling your name and you did your best to look every direction so they could get the pictures.

“Can we get some with Ben?!” Somebody yelled.

You looked over at Ben, who was talking to one of photographers. Another organizer walked over and then brought Ben over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Well hello, again,” Ben grinned.

“Hi, come here often?” You grinned back.

“Well, if there are women like you around here, I’ll be sure to come more often.”

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to keep from smiling but damn him.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Ben laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple (and you were pretty sure there were more flashes than there had been).

There were a few more pictures and interviews before they were able to sign autographs and take pictures with some fans.

“I can’t believe that you two are back together,” one woman practically squealed at you as you signed a picture she had of you. “You two are my favorite!”

You smiled at her. “Thank you so much!”

After a few more signatures and selfies, you were being ushered into the theater with everybody else.

“Y/N, so happy to see you,” TJ, the director, pulled you into a hug. He then looked at Ben up and down. “You’re Ben Hardy.”

“Yes, sir, hi,” Ben offered his hand.

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling. You knew Ben was turning on the charm. Whether he knew it or not. TJ and Ben talked for a few minutes before TJ excused himself to talk to someone else.

“Did you bring a headshot for him too?” You nudged Ben with your elbow.

“What? I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You were schmoozing. Hardcore.”

Ben opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He shook his head with a smile.

“Alright, maybe a bit.”

“Champagne?” A waiter came by with a tray of champagne flutes and Ben grabbed two, nodding his thanks before handing you one and clinking your glasses together.

“To you, my love.”

You and Ben each took a sip, not taking your eyes off each other. You couldn’t believe you were here with him again. You’d never thought that this would happen, the two of you getting back together.

“Y/N!” You heard Ginger yell your name from somewhere. You looked around for her. “Over here!” You looked towards the bar and found her. She waved you over. She was standing next to a gorgeous woman that you knew to be her girlfriend, Heidi.

You grabbed Ben’s hand and led him the way to Ginger. You gave her a hug and then Heidi.

“Ginger, Heidi, this is Ben,” you gestured to him and they both shook his hands.

“So, this is the guy that you’ve been hung up on?”

“Ginger,” you hissed at her.

“Well, I’ve been hung up on her too,” Ben laughed and squeezed your hand.

“Well that’s good, otherwise I think this would be awkward,” Ginger took a sip of her drink.

Heidi rolled her eyes and looked at Ben. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s already on her second drink.”

Ginger stuck her tongue out at Heidi and Heidi returned the gesture.

The lights started to flicker and the four of you looked up.

“We better get in there. We’ll see you guys at the after party, right?”

“Of course! We’ll see you two later,” you gave them each a hug again before you and Ben went in to find your seats.

You were seated next to Jackson near the middle of the theater and he smiled at up at you.

“Y/N, you remember my sister, Joanna?” Jackson gestured to the woman sitting next to him. She stood up and offered you her hand.

“Hi, Jo,” you shook her hand. You had met her once or twice on set. She seemed nice enough.

“Hi,” she looked over at Ben and her eyes bugged for a second. “H…hi, and you’re?”

“Ben, nice to meet you,” Ben shook her hand. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you turned back to look at him. Ben and Jo sat down but you were still trying to process what he said. Boyfriend. Yes, you supposed he was your boyfriend. It made you ridiculously happy to hear.

“Y/N?”

You looked down at Ben. “I…yeah?”

“Aaaare you going to sit down?”

“Yes, sorry,” you sat down in your seat.

“Are you alright?” Ben whispered in your ear.

You looked at him and stared at him for a moment. He looked back and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just…hearing you say you’re my boyfriend again was…” You tried to find the right word, but you couldn’t find it.

“Well, I’m not your husband again yet, so, I’ll settle for boyfriend. For now anyway.”

You were shocked by that response. You were trying to think of something, but then TJ stood up in front of the screen. Everybody started clapping and TJ held his hands up with a jovial smile.

“Thank you all so much for being here!” His voice was booming. It almost brought you back to set. “We are so excited to share this film with you all here in London. We’re fortunate enough that the author of this wonderful novel, Ms. Caroline Mayer, here with us.” TJ paused as everybody applauded and Caroline stood up and waved. “Now, I could stand up here and talk about how much work everybody put in and how wonderful our cast and crew is…”

TJ kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention because Ben’s hand moved to your thigh and started rubbing it with his thumb.

“…so without further ado, please enjoy our film.”

Everybody started clapping again and the lights went down.

You sort of didn’t like this part of the job. Watching yourself on a huge screen. It didn’t matter how well you acted. You could always find something wrong.

You tried to get Ben’s attention a couple different ways. You grabbed his hand off your thigh and played with his fingers. He let you for a few moments before he intertwined your fingers and brought your hands down between you, really paying attention to the movie.

You watched Ben’s face for a few scenes. There were sometimes that you weren’t sure he was enjoying it. You noticed his jaw clench for a moment when there was a scene between you and Jackson that was…intimate.

“You alright?” You whispered to him.

Ben just gave you a quick glance and nod and then looked back at the screen.

The rest of the movie you tried to pay attention to without critiquing yourself too much. You eventually rested your head on Ben’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead but stayed focused on the screen.

The final scene, where you and Jackson embraced after a long, grueling fight with the antagonist, played and Ben squeezed your hand. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I am so proud of you. That was amazing.”

You picked your head up and looked at him with a smile. He smiled back and pulled you into a kiss with some heat behind it.

The lights came up and Ben pulled away, smirking at you, knowing what he’d just done to you.

TJ stood up and gave a speech about the after party that would be across the street at the Grande Hotel.

“…and of course, we’ve got rooms if needed. I hope to see you all over there!” TJ clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone.

You stood up and Jackson stood up and turned to you.

“I always forget how intense that last scene is,” Jackson shrugged.

“How?! It took us almost a whole week to shoot!” You laughed.

“True.”

“That was really good, mate,” Ben leaned around you and offered Jackson his hand.

Jackson gave him a full smile and Ben returned it as they shook hands.

“Thanks, man. Well, we’ll see you both over there?”

“Of course, Jack,” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

Jackson and Joanna left, and you turned to Ben.

“That was nice of you,” you took Ben’s hand again.

“It was honest. Although, I do think I have some issues with a scene or two,” Ben replied as he led you through the row.

“Oh?” You pretended not to know what he meant. “What scenes were those?”

Once you were out of the row, Ben pulled you close to him and murmured to you, “I’ll show you later.”

That made you giggle.

“Let’s go get some champagne and celebrate,” you started pulling Ben towards to the lobby.

Nearly three hours later, you were feeling very good. After dinner and dessert, you’d probably drank almost an entire bottle of champagne and you noticed that your hands were nearly always on Ben in some way or another. And he always had a hand on you somewhere. The small of your back when you talking to TJ at the bar, your thigh when you were sitting with Ginger and Heidi, holding your hand while talking to some people from the crew that made the trip.

You left Ben to get more drinks at the bar and saw Jackson sitting by himself at the bar. After you ordered, you walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Why so glum, chum?”

Jackson gave you a lazy smile. You knew that he was feeling pretty good himself.

“Oh I ain’t glum. Opposite actually. I feel amazing.”

You laughed and gave Jackson a slight push.

“We did amazing, kid.”

“We sure did. I’m pretty proud of us,” you grinned.

“Me too,” Jackson held up his glass of whiskey to you.

You picked up the champagne flute that had been dropped off by the bartender (along with a gin and tonic for Ben) and clinked it to his glass.

“To us, sweetheart,” Jackson winked before the two of you took a sip.

“Jack,” you began, the alcohol making you pretty hazy. You wanted to tell him thank you, and that you were sorry, and that everything would work out for him, but he held a hand up to you.

“I know, Y/N, I know.”

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I meant it ya know,” you grabbed Ben’s gin and tonic. “You deserve a lot better than me.”

Jackson just shook his head and took another drink before you turned away and walked back to Ben. You handed him his drink and he fixed you with a stare. You noticed that his eyes were a dark shade of green.

“Do you have the key to our room?”

You frowned at him. You thought he was having fun.

“Yes, why?”

Ben took a long swig from his drink and dragged his eyes over you.

“We should get going. It’s getting late.”

“Oooookay?” You shot him a look but drained your champagne. You looked around at people to say goodbye, but Ben grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the elevator. You waved at a few people, but you were out of the ballroom before you could say anything to anybody.

Ben pushed the elevator button and the two of you waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither of you said anything. The elevator arrived and the two of you went inside.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ben pinned you against one of the walls of the elevator. You gasped and looked at him.

“Ben, what…?”

“You know, all night, I had to watch Jackson kiss you on that giant fucking screen,” Ben’s voice was calm as he traced your jaw with one of his fingers.

“Alright?”

Ben leaned in and growled in your ear, “So, maybe I should leave some reminders, so everyone remembers who you belong to.”

“What are you…?” You sucked in a breath as Ben not-so-gently bit and started to suck at your neck. You could practically already feel the mark he’d be leaving.

Ben pushed his hips more into yours as he slid a hand into your hair, maneuvering your head so that he had more access to your neck.

“B…Ben, I…” you stammered out.

“Yes, love?” Ben replied like he wasn’t tripling your pulse rate and continued to kiss and suck and bite around your neck.

You closed your eyes and moaned at a well placed bite.

“Theeeeere it is,” you felt Ben smirk against your skin before he started again.

Oh, two could play this game, Jones. You grabbed his free hand and held it up to your lips. You pressed a kiss to one of his fingertips. Ben stopped the assault on your neck and looked at you.

“Oh, baby, it looks like you got some caramel sauce on your fingers.”

Ben started to pull his hand away to inspect it when you put his pointer finger and middle finger in your mouth and gently sucked on them, making Ben groan. He glanced at the door of the elevator.

“This is the slowest fucking lift in history.”

You giggled around his fingers before pulling them out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry, Benny,” you looked at him through your lashes. “We’ve got all night.”

Ben pressed his chest to yours and lifted your chin.

“Don’t know how much longer I can wait. Four years is way too long to wait.”

As if hearing your conversation, the door (finally) opened and Ben pulled you down the hall. You laughed.

“Slow down! You don’t even know where we’re going!”

“I heard TJ tell you we’re in 1039,” Ben replied and led you to the right door. “Key?”

You very slowly started looking through your purse. “Hm…I know it’s here,” you teased.

“Y/N,” Ben breathed in your ear before he nibbled your ear lobe. You closed your eyes and leaned into him. “There’s more where that came from if you find that key.”

You opened your eyes and tore apart your purse.

“Oh look! I found it!” You held up the key triumphantly.

The two of you were practically falling over each other to get into the room. Once the door was shut, Ben pinned you against it with his hips. He didn’t kiss you. He just looked over your face. You stared back, barely being able to see but there was enough moonlight filtering in from the window.

“Were you all talk or…?”

“I just…am enjoying the view.”

“The last time you did that, Eliza cut our night short.”

“Good point,” Ben replied before slamming his lips to yours.

You kissed him back and wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. You felt a heat your stomach already. Ben slid his hands down your body, making your shiver.

You moved your hands and pushed Ben’s suit jacket off before you started to unbutton his shirt.

“Where’s the zipper, love?” Ben asked in a husky voice.

“Side,” you moved your arm so that Ben knew which side the zipper was on.

He quickly unzipped your dress and let it fall down your body. Ben stepped back and helped you step out of it. He blinked at you in your underwear and heels for a few moments. It was starting to make you self-conscious.

“Come here,” Ben whispered, pulling him to you and kissing you again.

You kicked your shoes off and jumped up wrapping your legs around Ben’s waist. He held you up and moved his hands to cup under your ass. He laid you down on the bed, before breaking the kiss.

You whined when he pulled away and Ben chuckled.

“Just a second. I think it’s a little unfair that I’m still dressed,” Ben told you as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. Then he leaned over you and smiled. “Better?”

“Oh much better,” you smiled.

Ben pressed his lips to yours quickly before he kissed down your neck, much gentler than he had in the elevator.

“Ben,” you breathed out.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer right away and Ben reached around and unhooked your bra, sliding it off you and kissing down your chest. He circled one of your nipples with his tongue.

You leaned up into his mouth and let out a moan as Ben’s hands slid to your hips.

“I need your mouth, lower,” you whimpered. If you had any coherent thought besides one that got Ben’s mouth where you wanted him most, maybe you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Ben continued down your stomach, which was something you usually hated. You had stretch marks from your pregnancy that still made you insecure, but Ben traced them with his lips, taking his time and making you feel less nervous about them.

“I love your body,” Ben muttered against you before he continued even lower. “Do you want these off?” He asked as he snapped the waistband of your panties.

“God, yes.”

You could feel his hot breath against your clothed core before he slid them down your thighs, pressing kisses to your legs as he went. He kissed back up, and sucked a mark into your thigh before he slid one of his fingers between your folds. You both moaned.

“You’re so wet, love. Who did this to you?”

“You did, you fu…ahhhh!” You threaded one of your hands through Ben’s hair as he flicked his tongue to your clit.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Ben’s voice was smug, so you have his hair a bit of a tug. Which only made him move his lips to your sensitive nub completely.

You fisted the sheets and closed your eyes.

“Ben, if you…FUCK!” You shouted when Ben slid one of his fingers inside.

“You really need to finish your sentences, darling.” Ben didn’t even wait for your response before he dove back in.

You could feel like you already about to burst. You were almost there…

“Ben…m…more?”

Ben didn’t make you ask again as he slid another thick finger into you.

“YES! Yes, ohmygodBendontstop,” you started babbling until Ben hit that spot with his fingers and dragged his teeth gently across your bundle of nerves and you exploded. Once you were done, Ben kissed up your stomach and chest again. You were breathing heavily when you felt Ben’s lips on the corner of your mouth.

“Alright there, sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes and stared at him for a moment.

“More than alright,” you smiled at him, still breathing heavily. “Now,” you rolled over on top of him, clearly taking him by surprise and you snickered at the look on his face. “Let me return the favor.”

You made your way down Ben’s toned chest and abs, paying attention to the way his muscles contracted when he inhaled rapidly, especially when you got lower to his waistband. You could see how hard he already was and it made your mouth water. You traced him with your mouth through the thin fabric and heard him swear under his breath.

“Alright there Benny?” You whispered.

“I feel like I’ll be much better shortly,” Ben ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh you will,” you slid his boxers off and watched his cock bounce on his stomach. The tip was red and it was already leaking. You stuck your tongue out and kitten licked at the head. Ben’s hand in your hair tightened and he groaned as he held his head up to watch you.

You slowly started to take more of him into your mouth and you could tell that he was holding back fucking into your mouth.

“You feel so good, love,” he muttered. At that, you took him as deep as you could, hitting the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Ben threw his head back and closed his eyes.

You started to bob up and down on Ben’s cock, his moaning and whispers encouraging you the whole time. You could feel him start to thrust into you, making you gag. You pulled off to catch your breath and wanted to get back to it, but Ben held your head up.

“Y/N, I swear, if you keep doing that I won’t last and I want to be inside you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but he moved so that he was straddling your hips. He ran his still hard cock through your folds.

“Ben,” you started, but clearly he couldn’t wait any longer either.

You both moaned loudly as he entered you.

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” Ben huffed in your ear. He went deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you, filling you up. The stretch was slightly painful, but it felt so good all you could do was make incoherent half sentences.

“Move please” was apparently the only thing Ben needed before he pulled out and started to really fuck you.

“Shiiiiiit!” You started clawing at his back, leaving marks of your own on him. You could feel your second orgasm building each time he entered you. You could feel Ben hitting your sweet spot with almost every thrust of his hips. You hadn’t been this full in a long time and fuck, had you missed it.

“I’m so close,” Ben grunted.

“Let go, Benny, you can let…”

With that, Ben painted your walls white, sending you over the edge as well. The two of you rode out your orgasms together, keeping each other close. Once you both were done, Ben rested his forehead to yours and smiled.

“Wow,” he breathed out.

“You could say that again,” you laughed quietly and kissed him. You could still taste some of yourself on him.

“I’m going to pull out now, alright?”

You nodded. Ben slowly pulled himself out and stood up.

“W…where are you going?” You asked, weirdly nervous that he was just going to leave.

Ben smiled at you, and kissed your forehead.

“I’m getting us a washcloth so that we can clean up.”

You hummed at him and then closed your eyes. You heard him go into the bathroom and then come back. You opened your eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben whispered so quietly that you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not. Ben sat next to you on the bed and handed you the wash cloth.

You cleaned yourself up and then stood up yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” you gave Ben a quick kiss and then went into the bathroom.

You put the washcloth in the hamper and then looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” you muttered to yourself. Your makeup and hair were a mess, but that was nothing compared to your neck. There were bruises and hickeys everywhere. How were you supposed to cover those up for the next few days?

You got ready for bed by taking your makeup off and taking your hair all the way down. You walked back out to see Ben lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you said softly to him.

He looked up at you and then opened his arms to you.

You jumped on the bed and then fell next to him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

“I forgot how amazing we are at that.”

“You know the last time we did that we got Eliza, right?”

That made Ben laugh. “Well, maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“You want more kids? Now?”

Ben shrugged and stroked your arm.

“Maybe not right now, but, I mean…we always talked about a lot of kids.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah, we did, huh?”

Ben pressed his lips to your hair.

“We can talk about this all later. Right now, I think we both need some sleep.”

“Please? Between champagne and two orgasms, you’re lucky I’m even remotely lucid right now.”

Ben grabbed the comforter and pulled it over the two of you before he wrapped his arms around again. You rested your head on his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, which was still beating a little fast.

“Night, Ben.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Just as you started to drift off, you heard him whisper “I love you”.

“I love you too.”

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Through His Eyes - Part 5

Summary: Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.

Genre: angst / romance

Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader

A/N: This story is emotional and raw compared to some of the content on my blog. It is in no way an attempt to glamourise or undervalue the lives of those who suffer from something similar. This story is purely fictional.

Through His Eyes will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 [M] | 13 - FINAL

Clicking the door to his personal studio shut later that day, Jaebum approached you as you were slowly feeling your way around the room. “I’m not going to break anything, am I?”

“Here, let me help you to a chair.” He guided you to the seat beside him and then turned on his computer. As he logged in, Jaebum glanced over at you again. Your face was glowing with excitement. It made him smile further and he focused back on his computer, going into the files and pulling up the software he used to record.

“What are we going to do now?”

“I thought we could record a song together.”

“What?” You shook your head. “No way.”

“Why not?” Jaebum watched as you retreated further into your seat. Reaching for your hands, he shifted them forward. “The keyboard is right in front of you.”

“I can’t play music.”

“Can’t, or never learned?”

You sheepishly glanced away. “Both.”

“Today you learn then. What good is it having you here if you cannot help me with my job?”

“Funny, I only remember your name as being the talented producer, not mine.”

Jaebum laughed and shifted your chair closer. Turning on the keyboard, he then lifted your hands right onto it. “Just try. We can do this together.”

“Well, I do know some basic children’s songs from years ago on the piano.” You mentioned anxiously and then started to fumble around on the keys until you found a C. Your hands seemed to move more easily as you tested the keys and their sounds. Soon you were playing, albeit a little rusty, but Twinkle Twinkle Little Star sounded around the room. Jaebum turned to his computer and clicked on a couple of synthesisers, before moving closer to you.

“Let’s build on this. You keep playing that, and I’ll add to it.”

“How?” you asked but continued to play your segment, Jaebum’s own hands reaching around yours and adding to the sounds. It was impromptu yet fun and soon you had played for ten minutes together. Jaebum stopped playing and then reached for the mouse to replay the creation. You listened quietly as the music filled the room again.

“What do you think?” he asked and noticed your eyes were closed. Jaebum gazed at you, trying to understand all your emotions across your face. Suddenly your eyes fluttered open and he blinked a few times, surprised by how rich the colour your eyes now were.

“How did we manage to turn my basic music into something so intricate?”

“That’s what I do every day. Play with sounds, and build on them. Shall we try again?”

“Something more than a nursery rhyme though?” You looked at him hesitantly and Jaebum tilted his head, waiting for you to speak again. “Can you teach me something better?”

“Can I be honest?” You nodded. “I need you to move.”

“Where to?” You stood up immediately, and Jaebum pushed your chair out of the way. Without any thought to it, he sat you down on his lap, pushing you both closer to the keyboard. He could feel how stiff you had gotten and swallowed himself, shaking his head from all thoughts and focusing on the task. Jaebum moved your hands back to the keys and placed his over yours.

“Relax, we’re playing music, we need to be fluid.”

“You were pretty fluid in getting me to this position. Should I remind you of your skin-ship issues?”

“How else was I meant to teach you if you cannot feel it properly? I’m not going to break my back leaning over your chair.”

You nodded softly and relaxed. “Point taken. Okay, teacher, let’s start.”

The music you began to produce had no particular style to it and was simply played in repetition until it was your hands doing all the work. You played through the sequence once more before clapping your hands together with joy.

Jaebum grinned. “I take that you are happy?”

“I never thought I could do something this cool! I always have listened to music, but now that I can only rely on listening, it seems more, I don’t know how to put it.”

“Soul reaching?” Jaebum suggested and you nodded happily. “I’m glad. Should we listen back to it?”

“Definitely! Oh, wait. I just need to check something.” You pressed a button on your watch and the time sounded out around the room. “It’s seven-thirty! How long will it take to get me back home?”

“Half an hour? We’ve got all-”

“Mum gave me a curfew of eight!” You jumped up and smacked into the edge of the desk, a yelp emitting from your mouth immediately. Falling back into his lap, Jaebum quickly grabbed you, making sure to not let you fall.

“Are you okay?” he asked, seeing tears spring up in your eyes. “I can drive you home now.”

“I’m so clumsy, did I break anything?” You moved your head around as if to survey for any damage. “Ugh, I can’t see if I did!”

“Nothing’s broken, except you. Adding another bump to your collection,” Jaebum teased and you began to cry. He softened his approach and held onto you, wondering why you were crying so much. As if you read his mind, you tried to stem the flow of your tears.

“I want to be able to see again. I want to see this room; I want to see everyone I met today. I want to read the words to the new song instead of trying to memorise it. I want to understand where I am, and not worry about how much time it takes to get from places as my only way to measure what I’m doing. I just, I want to see again, Jaebum. I want… I want to see you.”

Jaebum didn’t know what to say, his throat drying up at your emotional confession. He had no idea what to address first from your words and blinked back his own threatening tears. He held onto you, letting you cry, and feeling incapable to grant anything you asked for. Today had been his plan, his hope to bring happiness into your world. To make you feel normal again. Instead, it had highlighted so many things Jaebum took for granted. He kicked himself for not thinking to get a Braille translation of their song before the day started out.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” was all he could say, holding you until your tears stopped falling.

The car ride back to your home was silent until your phone went off. Tiredly, you reached to answer it and Jaebum heard your mother’s voice connect on the other end. “Sorry Mum, we’re in the car coming back now… I’m not far I’m sure… No, I’m fine. I’ll be there soon.”

“Was she worried you went past your curfew?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll apologise when we get there.” You made no effort to reply, your head falling back down and the silence enveloped you both again. Apart from telling you to look out for things as you headed into your apartment complex, Jaebum felt defeated to improve your mood. You made it to the front door and your mother opened it, and you took off your shoes and put on your slippers. Wordlessly, you turned to bow at Jaebum and then walked off into the house, your mother looking between you and him, trying to decide on whom to talk to first.

She climbed out onto the first step and closed the front door, facing Jaebum worriedly. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry we’re late. We lost track of time.”

She waved him off and searched his eyes for her answer. “She cried?”

“She broke down completely and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t realise I would upset her this much.”

“What happened?” The older woman asked and Jaebum sighed before explaining what you had said. She had tears in her eyes as he finished and reached out to pat his shoulder maternally. “Jaebum, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I should have been more aware of what I take for granted though.”

“Y/N will learn that some things are going to be hard. I think she had a wonderful day with your band members. She clearly had a great time with you in the studio too. But Y/N got overwhelmed and drained from the day out. It was a big outing for someone who has been stuck at home so much so don’t feel disheartened. You gave her hope. You should have seen her this morning. I haven’t seen her so animated since the accident. She was having a meltdown over what to wear to impress you all. She didn’t care about being blind. She simply acted like any other girl getting ready to meet some special people.”

“Really?” Jaebum smiled lightly, remembering back to his first reaction of seeing you earlier in the day in your dress.

“I know in the past, I told you to return to your place. You never listened, and I knew you wouldn’t. She never wanted to let you go, even though she would say it to you and me all the time. That was her insecurities of looking silly in front of you.” Your mother smiled warmly and glanced at the door as if it would let her see her daughter. She then looked back at him with a firm but warm expression. “Now, I see you as one of her healing paths. Because you can push her in ways I cannot. She’s returning to her studies earlier than I thought. She’s growing more optimistic by the day. Sure, Y/N will struggle; she will take falls and feel hopeless at times. But she has you to help her back up each time. I don’t know what your relationship is with my daughter, but your presence in her world is helping her live again.”

Jaebum nodded softly, not knowing what to reply back with.

“You’re a busy idol though. Tell Y/N when you can’t be around her. Let her know the schedule is too tight. But don’t abandon her. Jaebum, you’re her hope.”

“I… I uh-”

“I’m going to go inside now and try and comfort her. Goodnight. And thank you for bringing her home safely to me. The hardest thing for me is letting her out the door.”

Jaebum remained on the steps even after the mother had disappeared inside the apartment. After a while, he managed to pull himself together and walk back to his car in a daze, hopping into it and then staring into nothingness through the windscreen. Slowly, Jaebum began to feel his emotions fall, unsure of why he was crying. He had felt so numb just a moment before that the tears now seemed to surprise him.

I don’t know what your relationship is with my daughter.

The sentence repeated over in his head, confusing him. He didn’t know what it was either. Jaebum had felt friendship and selfishness all in one when it came to you. Some days, he needed to hear your voice just to concentrate, like a coping mechanism and a way to relieve his guilt of knowing you could be struggling somewhere. Other days, he just felt true friendship, as if he had known you his whole life. You had become so close in such a short space of time, that he had never questioned or defined what your relationship was.

“Do I need to?” he asked himself, wondering why the words had affected him so much. Jaebum tried to guess if you had any validated definition of what you both were. His mind shifted to BamBam’s bias question earlier in the day, something Jaebum had never put emphasis into before. Had BamBam been standing in his spot on that day, would you have done the same thing as you had for him? Jaebum didn’t hesitate to conclude you would have. This made him feel bitter, and yet he couldn’t fathom why. Jaebum would have pushed BamBam, or anyone, out of harm’s way as well.

“Let it go for now,” he ordered his brain, shaking his head and starting up the ignition to the car. Pulling out of the car park and out onto the road, Jaebum headed back to the studio, his mind reeling over the songs you created together. He knew there was one thing he needed to do first before I saw you next, and that was to produce them.

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college!kun

FINALLY A KUN REQUEST!! this is one of my favorites please enjoy and don’t let me flop!!

let’s start w the basics…

major: linguistics

minor: comparative literature

extracurriculars: book club

other: literally writing his own novel??

school life

kun is such a good student

he always does his work on time and tries to get ahead when he can

he’s a plug too

he'll even do his friends’ readings and summarize it for them if they have a particularly busy week

he doesn’t allow himself to be used though

he just loves and appreciates his friends so much and wants to help them be successful when there are things they cant control that can get in the way of that

kun really enjoys his studies

his required courses are really stimulating and keep him on his toes

he loves leaving class every day feeling like he’s one step closer to understanding where language comes from and why we communicate the way we do

kun’s passion for linguistics sprouted from his adoration of reading

he’s a member of every book he could find on campus

he firmly believes the more you read, the more perspectives you’re able to see, which in turn, makes you a generally more enlightened and compassionate person

kun loves reading and language so much that he decided to just write his own book over the summer for fun

he sent a “very rough draft” to a local publisher

just for experience

and to get him used to rejection in case he ever wants to seriously pursue a career in writing someday

but now he’s fucked because

they actually liked it??? so he kind of has a book deal now??

which he was not expecting at all

there were a lot of comments for him to address as he expected

and the first one he decided to deal with was the lack of a love interest for his protagonist

except there’s only one problem with that

he has no idea how to successfully write for a love interest

so he does what any normal young writer would do to get inspiration

and goes to the university’s monthly speed dating event in the quad

early stages

you had been “too single for too long,” according to your best friend

and the only way you could get them to shut up about it was if you attended one of the school’s speed dating nights

and you decided it was worth the trouble, and made your way to the quad to get this over with

you had exactly two and a half minutes with every person you’d “date”

and for the most part, those two and a half minutes couldn’t go by fast enough

after talking to other students who only cared about football, trucks, and battlestar galactica, you were about ready to up and go

but your second to last “date” changed your mind

his name was kun

“alright this is gonna go by quick, so i’m gonna take the reigns if you don’t mind,” he spoke

he was oddly productive

you nodded

“great!’ he smiled. “any hobbies?”

“well, i love to read an-”

“reading? me too! what genres are you into?”

a wide smile stretched across his smooth face and his pupils dilated noticeably UGH CUTIE

“i mean, i like fantasy, historical fiction, biographies, science fi-”

“no way! me too!” he interrupts. “i just like all books so much!! i’m writing my own actually!”

you thought that was mighty impressive and asked him what his book is about

and he told you he can’t disclose that information because of his publishing deal

and youre like,,,, wA i T.. PUBLISHER?? THAT’S SO COOL!!

and he goes, “thank you! maybe you’d like to come and read it sometime when it’s finished.”

you couldn’t help but blush and turn your head away

and that’s when you noticed you only had ten seconds left on the stopwatch

you hurriedly seized the pen the event organizers had left on the desk and grabbed kun by the wrist, taking him by surprise and causing a slight gasp to escape his lips

you messily scribbled your number onto his forearm

and as soon as you had finished writing your digits, the timer rang

as you both departed from the table, kun shouted at you from a distance “how am i supposed to read this chicken scratch?!”

you shot him a smile playfully and shouted back

“text me!”

you didn’t receive a text that night

or the night after

but the night after that, your phone dinged as soon as you hopped out of the shower

“hey! this is kun from the speed dating thing. i hope this is the right number. i’ve already texted three wrong people and have had to explain myself to each of them. it’s really embarrassing. please confirm if this is you!”

you sent him a simple “:)” in response

“so does that mean you’re down to get a coffee with me tomorrow?”

“:)”

the next morning, you had the first of many, many morning coffee breaks outside the school library

these quick little meetups usually concluded with a quick sift through the library, where you’d each recommend each other your favorite books and read the prologues to each other over a hot cup of coffee

at first, the librarians used to kick you out for having drinks inside, but now youre clever and just hide your cups under your jackets

this became a weekly occurrence

and then it started happening twice a week

and now you basically see kun every other day

he even managed to get you to join the biographical book club with him, something you’d be way too nervous to do before meeting him

kun was such a good guy

you knew he was smart and funny and you knew he was caring and fun to be around

but what you didn’t know is that he had been smitten with you from the second you scribbled your number onto his arm

one day, as you were studying for your last final of the semester, you got a call from kun

you sent him the automated response, “sorry, i cant talk right now”

but he called right back anyway

“what is it?” you answered

“i’m sorry if you’re studying but this is super important and im so excited and i just have to tell someone!”

“what’s up kun?”

“my book! it’s finished! and i finally added in the love interest like the publishers asked!”

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BITCH

“finish studying! then we can facetime and i can read you a chapter!”

and so for the next thirty nights (even over your winter break), you and kun would facetime so he could read you a chapter until the book was finished

and you’d give him pointers at the end of each one so he could go back and revise once you had gone to sleep

the plot was incredible, honestly

the protagonist was a divorced middle-aged man whose wife left him for being too aggressive and absent-minded all the time

in the divorce, the wife got full custody of their teenage son

but when she goes on a business trip, the protagonist gets to watch the son

however, when he goes to pick the son up to take him to his house, hes nowhere to be found

so the novel follows this poor guy trying to find his missing son

but no one seems to be listening to him, so hes losing his mind

he’s working alongside the police and falls for the dci leading the investigation

and basically in the end it turns out he’s schizophrenic and his wife and son never existed at all

all of this was in his imagination

and he had just been showing up to the police station every day like a crazy person

kun did so much research for that

he even got the accuracy of his portrayal of a schizophrenic checked by his pal psych major!jungwoo

on the night kun finally finished reading to you

you were sh0000000000000k like what the fuck all that trouble for it all to be fake?? genius kun!!

so he asked for your feedback on the development and personalities of all his characters

you complimented him on how well he portrayed the dci

they weren’t your typical love interest

they were headstrong and witty and educated

and they were determined to help the protagonist find his son when no one else was listening to him

“you like them?” he asked you

“yes! they were so different than i had expe-”

“i was hoping you’d like them. i was inspired by you.”

your heart BURST!!!

“KUN THAT’S SO SWEET!”

and that’s when he explained to you why he went to speed dating to begin with, and told you he was so glad to have met you

because you were the “perfect muse”

and then he asked if you’d like to be his s/o

and of course

you said yes bc duh?? he’s kun??

relationship

kun is the cutest bf ever!!!

nothing has really changed between you two

you still have library and car dates

but now you hold hands sometimes

and when kun is feeling extra bold, he gives you a peck on the cheek

you guys have such a cute and innocent relationship

you can often be seen together on the campus quad where you met for the first time, you in kuns arms, him tickling your stomach to make you giggle

he’s so sweet and is so considerate of your needs

out of all the boys, he’s hands down the one most likely to change for you if you guys hit a rough patch

he always pays for food

which kind of ticks you off because what if one day he goes broke

but all he really cares about is your happiness and satisfaction

and he really just wants you to know that no one loves you quite like he does

and he tells you every day how grateful he is to have you in his life

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fandomoblivion · 6 years

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And There She Was (Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, kind of Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader but not totally

Request: can u do a cute steve harrington x henderson ! reader? idrc what it is im just in the mood for something steve lol

Summary: (Y/N) Henderson has lived all her life pining after Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington: the athlete. Steve Harrington: the King of Hawkins. Steve Harrington: the player. Steve Harrington: the boyfriend of her best friend. But the thing is, when they’re forced to be together while fighting other-worldly creatures… stuff goes down. But hey, you know what they say. Shit happens.

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 2,615

Notes: UH. THE S3 TEASER TRAILER. STEVE. UGH BE STILL MY HEART.

prologue / part one

You rolled your eyes as Dustin got into your car, completely dressed in Ghostbusters gear. “Dustin, nobody dresses up for Halloween at school.”

“Maybe not in high school, Miss “I’m-too-cool-for-a-costume.”

“I never said that.”

“But we do in middle school.”

“Did Mom get pictures?” You asked, changing the subject. He nodded. “Of course she did. She takes Halloween way too seriously.”

“It’s a fun holiday!” Dustin protested.

“Shut up, Stantz. We’re here.” You said, pulling into the middle school’s parking lot. “Get out. And, uh, have a great day. Happy Halloween… and all that crap.” You said, making Dustin laugh and close the car door behind him. As you drove off, you noticed that none of the other kids were wearing costumes. “Fuck.” You mumbled, but there was no way you could help him. You had to get yourself to class.

You walked into the lunchroom, Billy trailing behind you. The night before had been… weird, to say the least.

He had picked you up and the two of you went to a diner where he insisted on buying the two of you burgers and fries. You opted out, just ordering a milkshake, and you told him all about Hawkins. At least, you tried to. He cut you off before you could get a full thought out and started talking about himself and why he was “drawn to you.” Pfft. What a smooth-talking, greasy-haired, foul-mouthed asshole. But…

You needed to get your mind off of Steve.

So you played along.

Sure, some would call what you were doing “leading him on,” but anyone who knew you knew you didn’t like him. Just… he didn’t know.

You knew none of this was logical. You knew it was bad. You knew it was immoral. And yet, you couldn’t handle the thought of facing school alone for much longer.

You started to walk over to Jonathan, when Billy pulled you back by your hand. “Do you really want to sit with that photography nerd? C’mon, let’s just ditch. We can go for a smoke out back.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah, but I do. So come on.” You huffed and reluctantly followed him to the back of the cafeteria building.

On the way, Jonathan caught your eye. He looked from you to Billy, and back to you, with a quizzical look on his face. “Really?” He mouthed out. You shrugged and looked away.

“I’m driving you home after school.” Billy said outside.

You scowled. “My car is here.”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll drive you to school tomorrow so you can pick it up.”

You looked at him, studying how he was leaning against the brick wall. “No. I want to drive myself home.”

He looked at you, and let out a puff of smoke.

“Fine. Suit yourself, Sweet Pea. Just know that you’ve gotta make it up to me somehow.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You quickly pulled away and started cleaning your glasses on your sweater.

“What, so you just ain’t gonna say anything?”

You looked up. “How am I supposed to respond to that?”

He leaned in to your face, real close. “You’re supposed to fuck me, right?”

At this your breathing hitched. Like, really, dude? Gee, way to make you swoon.

You scoffed and looked around. Nobody was outside to help you. Your heart was now pounding. “No, I’m not screwing you.” You shoved his arm off of you once more and stormed back into the cafeteria, sitting down across from Jonathan, and now Nancy and Steve.

“(Y/N), what was that all about?” Jonathan asked you.

“What was what about?” Nancy asked.

You and Jonathan shared a look. You stole a fry from Jonathan’s plate and said, “Nothing,” before shooting Jon a glance that said, “We’ll talk later.” He nodded.

Nancy and Steve looked at each other, confused.

That night, you drove to the Wheeler house with Dustin and watched as he got out of the car. The entire time from when you picked him up from school until now was filled with ranting about MadMax, about how nobody else dressed up, and about how Mike and Lucas were bickering before school about who was who in their Ghostbusters group.

You parked your car and got out, dressed in your last-minute costume that Dustin had forced you to get.

You took an old dress of your mother’s--a long, red dress with long sleeves, cut the dress to be a decent length, added a strip of black around the neckline and the hem, and finally you ironed on an iconic Starship Enterprise logo.

You pulled on a pair of tall black boots, teased your hair into a bun for the gods, and put on some “groovy” makeup to finish the look.

“There, you happy now, Little Dude?”

You had asked Dustin. He clapped his hands together excitedly. “Yes! I am! You’ve finally gotten into the Halloween spirit!”

You got out of your car and spotted Jonathan. You waved, and he got out of his car. Upon seeing your costume, Jonathan’s face broke into a grin. “Wow, how long did it take your mom to convince you to wear that?”

You glared at him. “It was Dustin. I felt bad about the MadMax thing and let him dress me up. He picked Lieutenant Uhura.”

Jonathan laughed. “Well you look nice.” He paused and the two of you watched the kids interact. “You’re a really great sibling, (Y/N).”

You smiled, seeing the curly-haired dork annoy the others with his Chewbacca impression. “I try my best. He’s an idiot, but I love him.”

Jonathan gave you a sideways glance. “You still have to tell me what happened at school. I mean, when you came back your cheeks was all red and your eyes were all watery and-” he must have noticed you had trained your focus onto tugging down your skirt in an effort for it to cover more, for he stopped and said, “sorry.”

“So… Dustin is making me stay with him for at least an hour-”

“(Y/N)!” You were cut off by your little brother.

“Yeah, Little Dude?”

“You can go!”

You and Jonathan shared a smile. “R-Really, Dustin? You don’t want me to-”

“No no! If Jonathan’s not staying you don’t have to.”

You smiled. “Thanks, kid.”

“Want a ride to the party? Nancy and Steve are already there, I think.”

You looked at your parked car, sitting in front of the Wheeler household. “I’ll get my car later. Sure. Thanks, Jon.” He nodded with a small smile.

The two of you got into Jonathan’s car, but he didn’t start it up right away. He sat there, looking at you, clearly waiting for you to tell him what happened.

You sighed. “You know that new guy, Billy Hargrove?” He nodded. “Well he and I went out on a date the night of his first day at school.”

Jonathan scowled. “What? Why?” You bit your lower lip and didn’t say anything, but he understood. “Oh. Steve.” You nodded. “So what happened at lunch?”

“He was being a dick. So I got mad at him. But I… I feel like… I feel like he’s the only way to get my mind off Steve,” you said, your brows furrowed and your eyes focused again on tugging down your skirt, even though you were sitting down.

This was when Jonathan noticed your tick. Well, not really a medical tick, but a nervous habit you had whenever you were uncomfortable. The two of you still didn’t know each other very well, but he just acquired a bit more knowledge about you. Then he noticed you exhibited your “tick” quite often. Whenever Steve said something cute to Nancy, you were tugging on your sleeves in an effort to make them longer, or adjusting your shirt to heighten the collar. You were trying to hide.

“Well if it’s hurting you it’s not worth it.” He said after a bit of silence, finally starting up the car as well.

“But I think it’s hurting me more without Billy.”

“Listen, (Y/N). I don’t like Billy. He seems like an asshole. So I’m gonna advocate for you to stay single, or at least to stay away from him. But I can’t really stop you… so just…” He glanced at you, nodding briefly and saying, “Be careful, yeah?” before looking back at the road.

You blinked and reached to push your glasses up before remembering that it was once of the (very few) times you were wearing contacts.

“Yeah. I will.”

When Jonathan pulled up to the party, the first thing you noticed was the music. How could you not? I mean, you heard it from nearly two blocks away. The next thing you noticed were the people. There were so many people, way more than you were used to being around at one time.

The two of you got out of the car and went inside, sticking together and looking around for Nancy.

“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” You heard someone yell as they entered in behind you. People were chanting his name. You smelled the now familiar scent of cigarette smoke and and a new scent--the unmistakable scent of beer--waft your way. You felt an arm sling around your waist as the person slurred a, “Hey, Sweet Pea. Glad you could make it. You look… hot.”

You lost Jonathan in the crowd as Billy pulled you somewhere, the two of you flanked by his goons. “We got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington.” Shit.

You looked up and saw Nancy and Steve talking, leaning against a wall, dressed in a couple’s costume. Of course. Billy’s friends got in Steve’s face about the keg, but the two of them were watching you. You had Billy’s arm around your waist, and you just realized that someone shoved a red solo cup filled with… something… into your hand. Steve took off his sunglasses as Nancy walked away, an annoyed look on her face.

Steve was about to say something when Nancy took off. He saw her walk away, and he looked at you and shrugged, before following her.

“Yeah, that’s right, Harrington. Walk away.” One of the guys standing with you and Billy said.

“Hey, uh, what’s in this?” You asked Billy, swirling your drink around in your cup. The red liquid was opaque, and it reeked of alcohol.

“Some guys are calling it ‘Pure Fuel.’ I call it bullshit. Let’s get you a real drink.” Billy said, taking your cup. You watched on as he took a bottle of Fireball whiskey from someone and filled your cup with it, cutting it with some Surge energy drink. He handed it to you. “It’s a new kind of whiskey. The brand came out this year, I think. But whatever, it’s good as shit, so drink it.”

You took a sip and immediately started stifling a cough. “Oh… shit.”

Billy smirked. “Yeah.”

You looked over and saw Steve and Nancy dancing amidst the crowd, then Nancy pulled Steve in for a kiss. You felt your chest tighten and you turned back to Billy. You grabbed his wrist and led him to sit on the kitchen counter, right near Nancy and Steve. You didn’t know what you were doing; the alcohol that you had now downed had made you mind fuzzy.

From Jonathan’s point of view, he just saw you straddling Billy, kissing him right where you knew Nancy and Steve would see you. But it didn’t make sense to him, since he knew your goal was never to make them jealous. Why would it make them jealous? Nancy didn’t like Billy and Steve… Steve didn’t like you.

It was just something dumb you had thought up. But when Jonathan saw you, he went over to you and Billy and pulled you off of him. You stumbled a bit, and he noticed your eyes were hazy.

“(Y/N), come on. You’re really drunk. How many drinks have you had?”

“I just asked Billy to keep ‘em coming. A-And he did. So…” Your speech was slurred, and Billy was drumming his fingers on the tile that he was sitting on, clearly impatient. “You can go now, Johnny. Go find Nance!”

Jonathan got closer to you and dropped his voice so Billy couldn’t hear him. “Listen, (Y/N). I really think you should come with me-”

“Jonathan, you said you’d let me get my mind off of Steve. So let me.”

You could see the cogs working in Jon’s head while he weighed out the different scenarios that could happen. “Fine.” He said finally. “It’s just a party. I’m taking you home tonight, though. Promise?” You nodded.

You looked back at the crowd where Nancy and Steve just were, but you saw that they had moved to the drink table again. They were arguing over something, and within a second Steve and Nancy had managed to spill her drink all over her top. You just stood there, silently watching, before Billy clapped a hand onto your shoulder. “Serves him right. Fuckin’ ‘King Steve’ bullshit.”

You turned back around and saw Billy standing now, right up behind you. You pressed your lips to his as the crowd’s mood rose again, matching the music of Depeche Mode in the background.

A few minutes passed, and you were still with Billy, drinking and dancing, drinking and kissing, drinking and… well, drinking. Right when something by Kim Wilde came on, you were shoved into Billy’s chest by someone trying to get through the crowd. You turned around and saw Steve, scowling, pushing his way through everyone.

“Billy, I’ll… be right back.”

You followed Steve outside and watched as he got into his car. He wasted no time in peeling away from his parking spot and leaving.

That was when you knew this night was going to take a turn for the worse.

You turned around and saw Jonathan leaving with Nancy stumbling next to him. “Hey, is everything okay?” You called out, running--you didn’t know how you managed not to trip on the way--up to them. Jonathan was helping Nancy into the passenger seat of his car. “You’re my ride home, Jon. A-Are we leaving? ‘Cause I’ll go tell Billy and-”

Jonathan closed Nancy’s door and scratched the back of his neck. “Listen, (Y/N). I need to take Nancy home.”

“B-But my car is parked in front of her house. Can’t you-”

“I need to help her. She’ll barely be able to get to her doorstep, much less to her room without her parents noticing.”

“Jon, I can help-”

“Just… Billy can take you home, right?”

You tugged at your collar. “O-Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I guess he-”

“Great. Perfect. Thanks, (Y/N).” He said, before getting into his car and shutting the door. You smiled slightly and waved at him through his window, watching him drive away, into the dark night.

You stood there, unsure of how to get home.

You lived kind of far away, and your car was far away, too. Your feet would kill you if you walked. You didn’t want to ask Billy, because you knew he’d try to make some sort of disgusting move on you beyond kissing. You couldn’t call your mom and let her know you had left Dustin alone. You knew Dustin would be home and asleep by now, and there was no way he could even help you. You couldn’t ask someone at the party to drive you home, since you didn’t really know anyone there, and you didn’t trust anyone enough to spend time in their car with them, drunk and alone.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you took off your shoes, tears welling in your eyes, and started walking home.

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intothedanvers-e · 6 years

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Reconnected

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Tom Holland x latina reader

Summary: The way you two ended hurt like hell, but you couldn’t stop each other from living out your dreams. You knew it was dumb but you never wanted to erase his number from your contacts, hoping that one day he’d call you and want to meet with you again.

Author’s Note: I made myself emo writing this at essentially 2 am but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Thank you to everyone who read the prologue to this series!! I didn’t expect anyone to like it and im so glad yall did!! If youd like to be part of this taglist please let me know! If you have any feedback also please don’t hesitate in sending it to me!! I hope you guys like it!! SIDE NOTE: italics means its a text message from Tom, italics + bold is a text from y/n

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Prologue Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 1

You were standing at the end of a red carpet that seemed to go on forever. You swore that if Jane wasn’t standing next to you, you would’ve collapsed already. You were extremely nervous; you were an author not a famous person who was used to doing stuff like this! Before you knew it someone was passing forward a sign with your name on it and was directing you in front of the hoards of cameras. It all seemed to go by in a flash (no pun intended) because by the time you knew it you and Jane were at the other end and being escorted into the beautifully decorated ballroom.

You became overwhelmed immediately. The ballroom looked like a scene straight out of a movie; there was beautiful decorations on every table and the lighting had all been done to make the room look like it was magical. You could tell some of the decorations were inspired by the books that were nominated for awards. You walked over to a table that had your name on one of the plates and almost lost it when the centerpiece was a replica of an important stone in your book. If it weren’t for the fact that you were in a room full of your heroes, you would be in tears by now.

“I need a drink. Real bad,” you said turning to Jane who you knew was just as overwhelmed as you but did a much better job of hiding it.

“It’s in open bar. Get your drank on girl,” she said pointing to a beautiful bar that looked like it was covered in snow.

You simply nodded at her and walked to the bar, trying to keep your hands from shaking.

“Can I have a lime margarita please?”

“Coming right up.”

You smiled and looked around the room, trying not to freak out at all the amazing people that were trickling in. This was something beyond your wildest dreams. Never in your life did you ever think you’d become a published author, let alone be in a room with the worlds most spectacular writers of your generation.

“Let me guess, a lime margarita?”

The voice sounded familiar. It was almost soothing. You turned around and came face to face with none other than your ex, Tom Holland. You quickly looked around the room, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“I’d been looking for the most beautiful author in here and I finally found her,” he said taking a step closer to you and leaning against the bar.

He still made your heart flutter.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well you know, Spider-Man spends quite a lot of time reading to kids, so I got the honorary invite. Also…I wouldn’t miss you winning this award for the world.”

Hearing him say that send a mixture of nerves and warmth up your spine. You knew he meant it, there was no doubt in his mind that anyone other than you would win that award. You, on the other hand, had spent days convincing yourself there was no way in hell you were winning that award but that it was still an honor to be nominated.

“I’m glad you’re here, but I’m not winning that award. Have you seen the other nominees? People with years and years of experience. There’s no way I’m getting that.”

You looked down at your feet, suddenly realizing how badly you actually wanted it.

“Years and years of experience yet you managed to get the nomination just off of the two books you’ve written. That’s a feat in itself if you ask me.”

You turned to smile at him. You so badly wanted to hold him and kiss him. You wanted to go sit down and tell him how there hasn’t been one day where you haven’t thought of him. How you were insanely proud of all that he is now and just catch him up on everything that’s been happening in your life. You wanted it to be just like before, except with a few more years of experience gained.

You were about to say something when a woman came and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Tom froze and tried to shift his body away from you but couldn’t because of the way she was holding him.

“I’d been looking for you baby,” she said connecting her lips to his neck. She turned to you and smiled.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You grabbed your drink and walked away without saying anything. You knew this would happen, you just didn��t think you’d feel this heartbroken. You sat back down in your seat without saying another word to anyone.

The awards ceremony had begun but you were too busy trying to calm yourself down enough so you didn’t hear your heartbeat in your ears anymore. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Tom.

“Please let me explain.”

You locked your phone and put it on the table face down. It buzzed again.

“It’s not what you think.”

You put it back on the table. It buzzed again.

“It’s publicity. We’re not really dating; Marvel just wants to get some buzz going on around me.”

You finally decided to reply.

“Who’s this?”

He responded instantly.

“I know you still have my number saved Y/N. I thought about calling you a million times but could never bring myself to do it. Please let me just explain everything to you.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and set it on the table. You tried to pay attention but ultimately failed. You didn’t mind however; you were nominated for the biggest award of the night which usually meant that one was going to be dead last. You sat in your seat and messed with the beautiful dessert on the plate in front of you. Oh how one person can ruin what was supposed to be the most important night of your life. Oh and how much you hated that a guy you haven’t seen or talked to in almost 2 years could ruin it so easily.

Suddenly your phone started vibrating again, only it was a phone call. You were scared it was Tom but decided to check anyway. It was your sister. You showed Jane who was calling and she nodded as you stepped into the lobby.

“Hello?”

“SIS! HERMANA! UUUHHH MY WATER BROKE SO UUUHHH IM ON MY WAY TO THE- OH FUCK! OH MY GOD THIS SHIT HURTS!”

“What?! Samantha?!”

Someone else took the phone from your sister.

“Mija, its happening. We thought we would let you know so you could enjoy your night and look forward to meeting your niece or nephew later tonight, hopefully.”

You could hear screams from your sister.

“Later tonight?! No ma! I’m not missing my only sister giving birth to her kid! She’s not doing this without me!”

“Mija no te vas a faltar recibiendo ese premio.” “Sweetheart you’re not going to miss out on getting that award.”

Your abuela sounded so calm compared to your sister and mother.

“Abuela nothing is more important that being with you guys when that baby gets here. I’m not leaving my sister alone in there with you two crazies.”

Your abuela let out a laugh.

“But Y/N you didn’t drive, how are you going to get there?”

You froze suddenly realizing your mom was right. You and Jane had been picked up by one of the drivers the event sent for you.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll be there.”

You clicked and turned around. You jumped almost 5 feet in the air when you saw Tom standing behind you. He scared the shit out of you.

“What the fuuuck!”

“Shit sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nodded and tried to walk past him but he stopped you.

“I came in my car,” he said taking out his car keys.

You eyed him carefully.

“Look I know right now I’m the last person you want to sit in a car with, but Y/N I have a car and your sister has gone into labor so you haven’t got many options.”

“Where’s it parked?”

“The valet recognized me and put it in the first spot closest to the exit.”

You sighed and pointed toward the lobby doors.

“Lets go, my sister is about to have a fucking baby.”

The two of you sprinted toward his car and exited quickly. You texted Jane the entire situation, letting her know that if you do win for some reason to go up there and read the speech you had written on a sheet of paper in your clutch you left on the table. She was freaking out on you for leaving but she also understood. For you it was always going to be family first.

You drove in silence for a bit. Suddenly Tom spoke.

“So Samantha’s pregnant. Congrats. When did that happen.”

“No offence but that’s none of your business,” you said with your eyes glued to the road. There was a bit of traffic but you were a bit closer than your mom to the hospital so you hoped to get there in time.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words felt like he was pulling your heart out of your chest and started stomping all over it. You saw the hospital on the next street.

“You can leave me out front.”

“No offence but I may come to your advantage. I’ve come to do charity work here before, they love me. There’s no faster way of getting where you need to go than walking in there with a celebrity they love.”

You rolled your eyes, but said nothing. You knew he was right, and you didn’t want to risk missing your sister giving birth. He turned into the parking lot and pulled the window down. The parking attendant’s face lit up.

“Mr. Holland! What brings you here tonight?”

“Hey bud! So I kind of got a family member who’s just gone into labor in there and I need to get in there and to her as quickly as possible.

“Sister or a cousin or something?” he said grabbing his walkie.

“Girlfriend’s sister.”

You don’t know how but within 5 minutes you were walking into the waiting room of Labor and Delivery. You saw your aunts and cousins taking up some of the seats in the corner. Your cousins lit up when they saw Tom, they recognized him as Spider-Man. Your aunts, however, recognized him as your ex. You walked over to greet them.

“Long story. He’ll keep the kids busy. Where’s Sam?”

They pointed you to the doctor who had just walked out.

“I’m looking for Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” you said walking over to him.

“Your sister is looking for you. It’s time.”

You turned to look at Tom who gave you a reassuring smile as he was already knelt down playing with your cousins.

“Keep them busy please. And thanks.”

You turned around and walked behind the doctor.

It seemed like the longest two hours of your life. There were a few complications but you finally had a tiny, perfect baby nephew. They moved your sister in one of the rooms and because she seemed to be okay they said she could have just adults come visit her. You smiled and walked out to get your aunts.

“He’s perfect. You guys can go see him, I’ll stay out here a bit.”

The smiled and kissed you on the cheek as they walked to your sister’s room. You turned and saw all of your cousins folded in chairs fast asleep. Tom was in the middle of them, carrying your 2-year-old godson in his lap. They were both fast asleep, your godson was leaning his head against his chest and Tom had his head against the wall. Just the sight of him made you instantly fall in love with him all over again. Your stomach couldn’t stop doing cartwheels. You quickly took a picture of the sight, not making a single noise. No matter what happened between you two, you wanted this moment to last forever.

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tumblunni · 6 years

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Okay I know that kingdom hearts has a bad reputation for sticking crucial plot information on obscure spinoff games but HOLY SHIT I just finally watched a lets play of the fuckin digimon tcg game and found out it ACTUALLY HAS A GODDAMN CONCLUSION TO ANALOGMAN FROM DIGIMON WORLD 1

like 90% of the damn game has no plot whatsoever let alone indicating its a digimon world sequel! and then suddenly in the last battle without being foreshadowed whatsoever analogman returns and gets possibly the best boss battle ever IN A GODDAMN TCG GAME

holy shit his whole fight is framed as ‘this is literally the same guy from digimon world 1, hacking another game’, the interface wigs out and a bunch of fake command windows pop up with rapidly scrolling code of the game supposedly falling apart. And then his boss battle flips the entire gameplay system on its head by giving him fourth wall breaking special moves that pull overpowered effects by “hacking the engine”, with cool animations to fit. Fuckin badasssss!!

and it also fuckin FINALLY EXPLAINS THE DAMN PLOT LIKE GEEZ

digimon world’s conclusion was so rushed, you never even meet the villain until the final battle and it ends all weird with just “something” going wrong that causes him to get sucked into a portal or something while screaming dramatically in weirdly high resolution terror faces??? the tcg game confirms that this was him attempting to flee back to the human world after you defeated him, but one of the stray attacks from the battle damaged his machine and it caused him to essentially commit accidental suicide when he turned it on.

and HOLY SHIT MY FUCKIN OBSCURE HEADCANON IS TRUE????

the game had some sequel bait hints that maybe analogman is somehow still around and that the portal explosion just turned him into “corrupted data” so he can never return to the human world. and i always thought it would be super ironic if he actually got turned into a digimon aka the thing he hates more than anything

WELL OKAY I GUESS CRITICAL LORE IN A TCG GAME IS OKAY WHEN ITS A BIG YES BUNNI U THEORY BE CORRECT

he appears in this game as a malomyotismon who does a damn good vexen face during the fight, lol. And he’s all “gahh that stupid kid ruined my plans but this accursed body at least improved my hacking abilities!” Tho its implied that his corrupted state is more like a bodyless cloud of data that can possess/copy different digimon, which would be REALLY FUCKIN CRITICAL to explaining the goddamn plot of Digimon World Next Order!

Seriously wtf is up with this series? Digimon World 2 is not the sequel to Digimon World 1, all the numbered games are entirely separate individual stories with wildly different genres from pet sim to roguelike strategy. The real sequel is fucking DIGIMON THE CARD GAME THE GAME and then Digimon World Next Order a bazillion years later for the ps4. In which i am STILL REALLY SALTY that they have a FUCKIN RAD remix of analogman’s boss theme yet he doesn’t appear in the game. The added context of this damn tcg game confirms once and for all that the Ambiguous As Fuck Ending actually WAS him appearing in the game, this unexplained “oh wait the villain was good all along and he was just possessed by an evil virus” was supposed to be corrupted-digi-analogman and seriously WHY DONT THEY JUST FUCKIN EXPLAIN IT!!! this tcg game wasnt even released in europe!! and even american fans probably had no clue it was linked to this entirely separate subseries! You have to friggin piece it together with context clues like the battle music and the fact analogman’s signature mon was machinedramon. I mean vjesus christ Next Order is a litera; sequel with the grown up version of Digimon World’s protagonist as a badass home ec teacher who still defends the digital world in his free time yet you couldnt spare ONE LINE OF DIALOGUE mentioning the name of the villain?? and summarizing the fuckin tcg game everyone missed??? AND CONFIRMING THAT THE VILLAIN IS INDEED MAKING A REAPPEARANCE POSSESSING THIS GUY??? oh god everything makes SENSE, thank you terrible card game adaptation. ehh but i do still love Next Order for making Hiro/Mameo’s canon partner Mamemon, he’s even more badass as this big tough bishie version of himself with a tiny adorable pal that can shoot rocket fists through space and time. (its funny tho cos the DW1 intro movie showed metalmamemon and metalgreymon and the american boxart flipped a coin and decided metalgreymon must have been the one the protagonist was using in that scene. Whoops!)

anyway even with the added context that IT WAS INDEED GODDAMN ANALOGMAN, the final boss fight in Next Order was as terrible as the rest of the plot. So I’m glad trash gramps got a suitably badass boss fight after all, even if it was a CARD GAME VERSION! lets all celebrate the awesomeness of this obscure fuckin spinoff game’s obscure fuckin intercontinuity cameo with the boss fight music that other game wasted

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seriously fuckin hell the biggest challenge in that final boss was that i was so distracted by SHEER OFFENDEDNESS at the cool music not matching it that it was hard to keep focused

its not just a great boss theme for a terrible boss, its a really fuckin EMOTIONAL song for anyone whose childhood was fuckin defined by the first game!!!

and look you had a PERFECT FUCKIN EXCUSE for a REALLY GOOD boss battle against MY MAN GRUMPY GRANDPA OF THE COOL DAMN NAME. Seriously guys analogman was THE FIRST digimon villain! digimon world came out before the anime, digimon world was the BETA FOR THE ANIME! this was the first place they had the ideas for file island, so much of the areas in the game are awkwardly mistranslated versions of stuff that would later appear in the anime in a different form. before this digimon had never been anything more than a fuckin 2-bit graphics tamagotchi and this was (after the manga) only the second goddamn time these monsters had an actual full colour character design! all of those charmingly janky 90s gross out show styled tcg illustrations? that was concept art that this game was working from! fuckin hell this game thought up the idea for metalgreymon’s changed design that ended up becoming the iconic partner of tai in the anime. (you can also see beta tai in the manga with a beta veemon as a partner instead! o_O)

SO LIKE...

JUST....

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT ANALOGMAN OKAY!!! he’s a badly written guy with only like five sentences across all the videogames but fuckin hell he was such an Iconique part of the development of this series that they named him fucking ANALOGMAN

like dude you could have SO EASILY made me scream at my tv in a more positive way by bringing him out as the surprise villain and showing us wtf his deisgn is even supposed to look like cos god all we have is a blurry faceless early ps1 model buried under the glow filters of Mt Infinity’s funky background effects.

AND FUCKING

IF IT IS CANON

THAT MY FUCKIN

STUPID THEORY

IS CANON

slap a fuckin O on this man and LITERALLY LET ME BEAT HIM UP

like dont even give him a team or anything, just let me fight THE MAN HIMSELF

you canonically fuckin said he’s a digital ghost now and basically the same as a digimon

let me beat the shit out of a regular businessman in a suit and tie while he pulls his badass ‘i’m hacking the game i’m in’ bullshit from the GODDAMN TCG GAME THAT WAS MORE CLIMACTIC THAN YOUR SHITTY CASH GRAB FAKE SEQUEL

man god i didnt expect a fuckin TCG GAME to revive my righteous fury from back when i first played that piece of shit. i hate it cos Next order is so pretty and its gameplay is so good and i really loved my twin digis but there were SO MANY bugs and cut corners and missing content and really bad writing and GOD it made me so sad that the dub team really really tried, they tried so hard that they got fuckin renamon’s original voice actress back even though the renamon in this game has nothing to do with the anime one. THE DUB WAS REALLY GOOD BUT IT COULDNT SALVAGE THAT SCRIPT!! THE MUSIC WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE ART WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE DIGIMON THEMSELVES WERE MY BEST DAMN FRIENDS FOR THAT MONTH OF MY LIFE BUT THE GODDAMN FUCKIN SCRIPT!!! the postgame was MORE FUN because FINALLY everything opened up like the sandbox of the first game and you could just fuckin hug u digis without being distracted by constant cutscenes butchering your childhood nostalgia

man i wanted to write a fic/draw a comic about my headcanons on how to fix it but i never managed to do it cos holy shit it was basically “throw everything out and make a different game geez” I COULD RAMBLE FOR HOURS ABOUT THE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SEQUEL THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN!! and a fuckin!! tcg game!! was closer to that sequel!!!

and fuckin MY THEORY WAS RIGHT AND MY BETTER GAME IDEA ACTUALLY WOULD WORK IN CANON

fuck it im gonna do draw myself decking business gramps in the face

oh! and the female protagonist design! thats another rare good part of that thing! i loved the pixellization effect on her ponytal, way better than the male equivelant having a very ordinary costume design just with a pixel corner taken out of his jacket. also why did the plot never actually make a thing out of that? like you’d think that ‘unlike every other digimon tamer i’ve got this scar of my digitization’ would be a plot point. like they didnt give everyone else a cool pixel squares mark! they could have at least used it as an excuse why the protagonist is the Only Chosen One who can do all this plot shit. or if it was me i would have made it early foreshadowing for the Return Of Business Gramps, like you were partially infected by the Oooo Mysterious Unexplained Digi Virus (seriously why did they not just have ONE SENTENCE explaining its the fuckin original villain returning????) during the prologue and i dunno somehow that gives you powers to break analogman’s control on the digimon he possesses. or maybe the pixel thing is like a tracking device he put on you? or just give that cool design trait to the protagonist of digimon cyber sleuth instead, whose entire plot is that theyre a digimon human hybrid with literaly the power to pixellize themself into computers.

ALSO!!! actually do something!!! with mameo!!!

they really fuckin hyped up in all the prelease materials that the digimon world 1 protagonist was gonna be in this game and he’s all grown up now. and then he does NOTHING in the plot except babble exposition and stand around your home base. and has one line about how he’s a badass teacher now and his partner is mamemon but hey we made a bullshit excuse for why his digimon is sealed away and he never gets to fight :<

give me an actual cool teamup of new protag girl and her cool teacher dude beating the shit out of business trash with their bare fists and also their digimon’s bare fists while THE BEST DAMN MUSIC GOES UNWASTED

...fuck i sure do Feel Intensely about nostalgic games lol. i wonder if i’ll be so rambley when i play kh3? maybe itd be a really shitty lp, aaagh...

#no gramps shall go unappreciated in the bunni house

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faithambr · 7 years

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Harvest of Friends (A Prairie AU)

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Within the next few weeks of both Anna and Kristoff living at the old shack, Kristoff had made some repairs to the barn and was soon preparing to build them a house big enough for their future to start in.

“Im thinking that maybe we should add some windows by the door,” Kristoff had mentioned one night while he was holding his wife dearly close to his heart, “so that maybe we could see the stars out at night.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna rolls her eyes, “you and I both know that the stars would only come out at night while we’re sleeping.”

“I know.”

“But I think that it would be nice to have a view of the moon in our new room, Kristoff.” Anna smirks at her husband.

“Anna,” her husband laughs, “didn’t you just say that we should be in bed, so that the moon and stars could come out?”

“Yes and,” his wife gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek, “maybe I would like to stay up and see the moon in the sky.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” Anna sighs as she adjusted herself in their bed, “now get some sleep. We both got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes my feistypants.” her husband yawns, just before sleep had consumed the both of them. “Good night, Anna.”

“Good night, Kristoff.” Anna had shivered from the drafty walls, causing her husband to pull her instinctively close for warmth and comfort.

By the next morning, Anna had woken up to his side being completely empty and cold.

“Hmmm...” Anna yawns as she stretches her arms out in bed. “I wonder where he went.”

“Kristoff,” Anna had called out as she walked on out the door of their shack, “where are you?”

“Over here!” her husband had shouted out from the barn.

“Oh,” Anna gives him a curious glance, “what are you doing over there?”

“Well I’ve already told you that the roof was in need to be fixed.” he answers with the sweat from his brow.

“I see,” Anna nods while she walked towards the barn, “now when do you plan on getting our home started?”

“Possibly tomorrow,” her husband breathes, “or maybe even later this afternoon.”

“When do you think that you’ll be finished?” Anna asks while she placed a hand over her eyebrows.

“Well Almanzo said that he’ll help me,” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear, “so I’m guessing by the end of next week.”

“Oh good.”

“Yes,” her husband nods in appreciation, “then I should be able to plant a crop right after.”

“Now Kristoff,” Anna gives him a warning look, “don’t you think that you may just be overworking yourself a little too soon?”

“Anna,” Kristoff gives her a long kiss, “I’m doing this for our future. I want our future to be here, that’s all.”

“I understand,” Anna looks down at the dirt, “but I’ll be worried about you.”

“Hey don’t worry about me.” Kristoff lifts her chin up. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Anna rolls her eyes just as a young family was riding on up in their wagon. “Oh look, the Wilders are here Kristoff.”

“Well they sure are.” her husband smiles as they were waving at the young family in their wagon.

That afternoon

“Mrs. Bjorgman,” a young brunette-haired little girl had approached Anna in the little shack, “can you tell us about Mr. Bjorgman?”

“Jenny.” another woman had chastised the little girl. “We don’t ask those questions. It’s a bit rude.”

“Oh Laura,” Anna rolls her eyes while she was sewing some patterns on a quilt, “it’s alright. Now Jenny when I first met Kristoff, he was nothing but a grumpy man.”

“Really?” Jenny’s eyes went wide as saucers as she was playing with Baby Rose.

“Yes,” Anna smiles fondly, “he was so stubborn and didn’t really like me. He didn’t even like being around people; he preferred to be alone.”

“Well now he’s not alone,” Laura gives her dear friend a knowing glance, “since he’s got you as his wife.”

“True.”

“Well that sounds like a fairytale ending.” Jenny states to the older women.

“How so Jenny?” Anna quirks an eyebrow.

“Well I don’t know,” Jenny shrugs her shoulders, “it just does.”

“Pardon me ladies,” a young man had entered into the shack, “but both me and Kristoff were able to get a strong foundation down for the new house.”

“Oh that’s wonderful Manly!” Laura claps her hands with excitement. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Anna?”

“Of course,” Anna adds just as she was finishing up with the last patch on her quilt, “that does sound wonderful.”

“Now Kristoff told me that my family and I should get going.” Almanzo states. “C’mon Laura and Jenny let’s go. Anna, we’ll be back here bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh Uncle Almanzo,” Jenny calls out just before her and Baby Rose had walked on out the door, “I’ve got school in the morning.”

“How about this Jenny,” Laura begins to bargain with her niece, “instead of you going on out to the creek with your friends, you could meet us here at their place.”

“Sure.” Jenny beams with excitement, “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Bjorgman.”

“See you tomorrow, Jenny.” Anna waves at the little girl from her rocking chair.

“Well we best be going, Anna.” Laura smiles as she gives her friend a warm hug. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Anna replies back, “oh and don’t forget about the fabric that you were going to lend to me.”

“I won’t.” Laura calls out just as her and her husband had reached their wagon. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Anna waves at the young couple just before they were heading on out by wagon.

What a lovely family. Anna had thought as she walked on back into the little shack. I’m so glad that I got to see Laura and Jenny and even little Rose.

She was happy to have some friends just to keep her company, but what she’s even more excited about was her new home was being built.

“Well now I guess I should be getting a start on supper.” Anna sighs as she made her way into the small makeshift kitchen. “I wonder what we should be having for tonight?”

“Anything sounds good for now.” a voice had echoed throughout the small shack.

“Oh so how about some vegetable stew and some bread?” Anna had suggested as she began to cut up some of the vegetables on the table next to their fireplace.

“Well that sounds good to me, Anna.” her husband answers with delight while he was washing himself off outside with the barrel full of water.

“Oh it will, Kristoff.” Anna rolls her eyes as she placed the cut up vegetables in the pot over the fireplace.

“Anna,” Kristoff began as he stepped right on into their home, “as much as I would love to sit down and eat...”

“You would prefer to stand up and work on the new house.” Anna finishes for her husband.

“Ah yes.” her husband let’s out with a sigh of relief.

“Well,” Anna states as she places her hands at her hips, “I understand that you would like to work on our house.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re not going to finish that house on an empty stomach.” Anna states as a matter-of-factly to her husband.

“But Anna.”

“But nothing,” Anna folds her arms against her chest, “now I want you to sit down with me for supper and then you can resume your work on our house.”

“Alright.” her husband sighs in defeat.

“Now go on and work on our house,” Anna began shooing her husband away, “and I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”

“Yes feistypants.” Kristoff nods in agreement as he walked on out the door.

“Thank you.” Anna smiles with such accomplishment in her voice as she continued on making her rounds in the kitchen.

Later on that evening

It was almost midnight, by the time Kristoff had crawled under the covers of their bed.

“Kristoff,” his wife had whispered, “is that you?”

“Yes.” he answers as she turned around to face him in the dark.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Kristoff gives her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh,” she mouthes as they held each other close, “but that’s really late, honey.”

“I know.”

“And eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, Kristoff.”

“I know Anna. I just want to have our house to be ready, real soon.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna whispers just before she had fallen back asleep, “you sound like Laura’s father, from when she was a little girl.”

“Oh?”

“Like how her father was all about getting their house doen in record time.” Anna continues. “She told me that her father wanted to have the family all moved in before winter had settled in.”

“Oh.”

“Kristoff,” Anna murmurs in her sleep, “can you promise me one thing?”

“Sure, Anna.”

“Promise me that you’ll take it easy once everything else has been taken care of.” Anna sighs.

“I promise Anna.” her husband smiles just before they both had fallen asleep.

Over the next few days, Kristoff was working really hard at building their future home. From laying down the foundation with sod and wood, to both him and Almanzo building the structure sturdy and sound. He knew that he wanted to finish the house within the next few days, yet he didn’t expect himself to be so bone-tired at night. At least I’ll be able to get the houes finished. he thought as him and Almanzo were fixing up the exterior roof. Then maybe we could start a family afterwards.

“Thinking about something, Kristoff?” Almanzo had asked as he was laying down some wooden shingles.

“Ah yeah,” he answers with a bit of embarassment, “just thinking.”

“About?”

“Raising a family.” Kristoff blushes making his close friend smile.

“Well that sounds like a good thought.” Almanzo grins at Kristoff.

“Yeah.” Kristoff coughs as they continued on working on the roof. “We better get this roof taken care of. I’ve promised Anna that we’d be done by mid-afternoon.”

“Alright sounds good.” his friend had agreed.

While the men folk were busy tending to the roof of the new home, the women folk were busy unpacking some items that were going to be in the new place.

“So Anna,” Laura gives her friend a warm smile as she pulled out an old quilt from the chest in the adjacent room, “where did you get this? It looks so beautiful.”

“My ma made it just before I was born.” Anna answers while she was polishing up some of the silverware that was in a small case.

“Oh,” Laura sighs as she places the quilt back into the chest, “well it looks very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura states as she fixes up her long brown skirt a bit. “Your parents sure must be proud of you and your husband for coming out here.”

“Well I guess so.” Anna nods in agreement as she was readjusting her apron over her baby blue dress. “I know that Elsa would also be very proud of us, too.”

“I bet.” her frined was grinning from ear to ear. “Aren’t you excited to be moving into your home, hopefully by the end of the day, today?”

“Oh yes very much so.” Anna answers with such excitement in her eyes. “Both Kristoff and Almanzo have been working very hard on the house.”

“Oh yes.” Laura sighs in relief as they both saw their husbands walk on back to the little shack. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

“I don’t know,” Anna shrugs her shouldrs just as her husband approached her with a smile on his face, “beats me. Oh hello, Kristoff.”

“Hello,” her husband smiles proudly at her, “how are you doing today?”

“Wonderful.” Anna beams with pride. “Now is the house ready?”

“Yes,” he answers making her pull him in for a celebratory kiss, “the house is finished.”

“Well congratulations,” Laura had stated to her close friend, “now shall we get a move on with getting into your new home?”

“Oh yes,” Anna smiles brightly at Laura while her husband was holding her close to his chest, “let’s do that. I want to be in our new home before nightfall.”

“Well that sure does sound like a plan now doesn’t it?” Almanzo had stated while he was standing right at the doorway.

“Of course.” Anna answers with such adoration in her eyes.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Laura laughs cheerfully as she walked on out the door with a basket full of fabric. “Let’s go.”

“Alright Beth,” Almanzo smirks while him and Kristoff were grabbing the chest near the doorway, “thanks Kristoff.”

“No thank you,” Anna answers for her husband just as they all had walked on out the door, “for helping us out.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” Almanzo had huffed out while him and Kristoff were carring the chest towards the new house.

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna cries out with happy tears as she took a long look at the place where they’ll be calling home, “the house, it’s so beautiful.”

And indeed the house was the most beautiful thing that Anna has ever seen. From the beautiful stone chimney rising up along the side of the house to the little patch of flowers surrounding the front entrance. She had smiled at the thought of both her and her husband spending the rest of their live there, doing what they would love to do. From raising crops in the fields to raising a family in their home filled with nothing but love and happiness. Welcom home, Anna. she thought as she followed her husband and their friends to the new home. Welcome home.

“Now what are going to do about Mr. Edwards’ place?” a sweet voice had snapped Anna back into reality.

“Well Mr. Edwards had mentioned that the shack should be torn down for once.” Kristoff states while they all were standing at the entryway. “Besides we can worry about that later, right now let’s get everything into our new house.”

“Yes,” his wife was smiling fondly, “let’s get a move on.”

“Hold on.” Kristoff had chuckled just as he picked up Anna in his arms.

“Kristoff,” Anna shrieks out in laughter as her husband was about to carry her inside, “what on Earth are you doing?”

“Well isn’t it tradition?” Kristoff quirks an eyebrow just as he was about to carry her over their new threshold.

“What for?” Anna asks with a loving look on her freckled face.

“For a man to carry his new bride into their new home?” Kristoff answers while he carried his new bride into their new home.

“Oh Kristoff,” his wife blushes while everyone else had piled on into the new house, “this place is so lovely.”

“Well this place, Anna,” Kristoff huffs as he let’s Anna on out of his arms, “is our new home.”

“Of course,” Anna smiles warmly up at her new husband, “our new home.”

“Well I don’t know about you two.” Laura had interrupted the young couple, “but I think that this house needs to be furnished if you two are planning to live in it.”

“You’re right LAura,” Kristoff smirks at his wife’s dear friend, “let’s get this house all furnished up, before we settle in.”

“Alright.” Anna beams with pride, knowing that they both were going to spend the rest of their lives in Walnut Grove.

Later on that evening aft the Wilders had left the farm, both Anna and Kristoff were sitting out on a stump admiring the sky up above.

“Kristoff,” Anna whispers in her love’s ear, “the sky’s awake!”

“So it is.” he smiles warmly at her. “So are you glad to be home?”

“Yes.” Anna answers.

And indeed they both were so glad to be home.

#frozen fandom #harvest of friends #little house on the prairie au #kristanna fandom #prairie au

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Eros - Bar AU [Season 2] Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU. IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!

PG13+ FOR SWEARIN’ AND BOOZIN’.

[Season 1]

[Season 2] | Prologue | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5p1 |

The typical busy Friday night rolled on at Eros. Both Zen and Red had steadily kept the drink orders coming as Cannon and Sunny kept a good pace to make the patrons happy.

Joe squirmed in her seat as she intermittently checked her watch. Her fingers fidgeted along her drink and when she almost knocked it off the counter, Zen turned to address her, “Hey, Joe. Everything alright? You’ve been nervous since you got here. You aren’t in any trouble, are you? Who do I need to beat up?”

“No no, it’s nothing like that! I’m just waiting for someone and I’m hoping they find the place okay,” Joe replied with a weak smile, “Thanks for your concern though.”

“No problem! I can’t have my favorite customer feeling down!” Zen said, wiping up the bit of mess that she made with her constant turning of her beer.

Jingle~!

“Welcome to Eros! What can we get you tonight?” Zen called out to the woman that entered, flashing her his dazzling smile. Her face drained of color as she saw him, stopping in her tracks as she stared, “Oh wow, she wasn’t kidding. You are Zen! I can’t believe it!”

Upon hearing the voice, Joe turned quickly in the barstool to grin towards the woman, “Hey! You made it! Wait, you really thought I’d lie? I told you I knew him!” She threw her arms around the other and hugged her tightly, “Did you find the place okay? I know you don’t come to this part of town often.”

The woman kissed Joe on the cheek, returning the hug, “No problems with my GPS! It’s a really nice place though,” She pulled Joe’s hair to the side to whisper in her ear, “Can I really meet him?”

Joe laughed and pulled the female towards the bar, waving a hand towards Zen, “Hey! Got a minute? I want to introduce you to someone.”

Zen drummed his fingertips along Red’s shoulder to indicate he needed him to watch the bar for a moment, and stepped towards the two, “For you, my dearest Joe, I have all the time in the world! What’s up?”

“Babe, this is Zen! Zen this is my girlfriend!” Joe beamed as she introduced them, clearly proud to have her significant other next to her. Zen squinted towards the unknown woman, the cogwheels in his mind spinning rapidly. His eyes lit up, holding his hand out for a shake, “It’s an honor to meet you, Mocha! I’m glad you could make it out to our little hideaway. Please, allow me to get you something to drink, on the house!”

Mocha blushed as she took his hand, “O-oh, it’s very nice to meet you too. I am a big fan of your work! But my name is-”

“Nuh uh~!” He chided playfully, “When you are at Eros, you are Mocha!” He reached under to pull a mug, pouring beer into it, “You’ll grow to love the name.” Passing the drink to her, he leaned into the counter, “Your girlfriend here? We call her Joe.”

Joe chuckled a bit and placed her arm around Mocha, sitting her down on one of the barstools, “It’s his thing. I find it rather endearing!”

Mocha nodded, still slightly dazed that she had Zen standing right in front of her, “Ah, you can call me whatever you’d like! I’m sorry, I’m just a bit star-stuck. You know, the first thing Joe and I bonded over was our love for your musicals! Now that I think about it, it's kind of romantic to meet you with her next to me.”

Zen grinned even wider, pushing the mug towards her once more, “You’re too sweet! It always warms my heart to know that people enjoyed my work in the past. It’s been awhile since someone genuinely complimented my talent. I can see why you two get along so well.”

“Oh, no thank you! I don’t drink alcohol,” Mocha moved the beer in front of Joe, “A glass of water would be nice, though.”

“Mmmm, of course! I can understand that. I don’t know if you heard, but I’ve been sober for a few months now. I assure you, our water is the best in town!” Zen chimed as he fixed up a glass, “Still on the house, yah know.”

Cannon, who had walked up during their conversation, scoffed at Zen’s comments, “Nice one, bro. I see how you pick up all the chicks.”

Zen rolled his eyes as he turned to look towards the waiter, “What is your deal? I’m just trying to be inviting to our delightful guest! It wouldn’t kill you to be a bit nicer once in awhile!”

“You’re not being nice, you’re flirting! And it’s disgusting! I would have thought you’d learn after not only losing the supposed woman you love once, but twice! Get over yourself, you aren’t that great!” Cannon practically screamed, his seething words echoing throughout the bar.

The tightening in Zen’s chest stole his breath away from him, and with a swift movement he roughly grabbed Cannon’s arm to pull him towards the office. Sunny, of course, heard the proclamation and immediately followed. She was stopped when Zen glared at her, “Not now, Sunny.” Amidst her protests he slammed the door, throwing Cannon onto the couch, “Listen here. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but it’s really starting to piss me off. I can let it slide if you are having issues with your medications again but I need you to quit starting shit in front of the customers! If you have a problem with me or anyone else I need you to pull me aside and talk to me like a decent human being!”

“Have you been drinking again? You only rage when you’re drunk. What a shame, Sunny was really hopeful about you.” Cannon sneered, crossing his arms as he looked Zen straight in the eye.

“I’m completely sober!” Zen roared, kicking over the small trashcan next to his desk, “Damn it, Cannon, what’s going on? There is only so much I can take, you know. Your words...they hurt.” His body slumped in defeat, dragging himself to his chair, flopping into it, “I know you, I’ve worked with you for so long. You say stupid things all the time. I also know when you mean to make it sting. And today, it cut deep. Call me a sissy, call me a pansy. I don’t care. Do you not understand that you go a bit too far sometimes?”

Cannon slowly dropped his arms from his chest and for the first time was at a loss for words. He knew what he said to people had the potential to hurt their feelings but he didn’t think anyone would ever take him seriously. A knot in his stomach began to form as the rise of guilt began to eat away at him. As much as him and Zen bickered, as much as they butt heads - Zen was always understanding and accommodating. Knowing that he had truly emotionally wounded him made Cannon feel like an asshole, “I-Im sorry-”

“Yeah, you’re always sorry. Sometimes an apology comes too late. I know that from experience.” Zen interrupted, his fingertips massaging his temples, “Words start losing meaning when the actions continue. Don’t you get tired of apologizing? When will you get to the point where you don’t have to? I’m too riled up right now, just go. Your tables are probably wondering where you are.”

“I’m...sorry…I really am…” Cannon whispered, getting up to walk to the door. As soon as he opened it, Sunny went tumbling to the ground. He frowned down at her, knowing she probably had her ear plastered to the door to try to hear what was going on. He silently stepped over her and made his way back towards the bar.

Zen raised a brow as he saw the girl, “I’m not really in the mood, Sunny. Could you please leave me alone for a bit?”

She scrambled to get to her feet, dusting off her apron, “I think you should talk about what you are feeling right now. If he really did hurt your feelings you can’t hold it in!”

He shook his head, “I get what you are saying, but I just want some time to think about things and cool off. I promise to call for you if I need to work something out. So please? Just give me some time.”

Sunny puffed her cheeks out. She really wanted to press the issues further but as she had promised him to try to give him space when he requested, she just nodded and closed the door behind her. Looking around, she narrowed her gaze towards Cannon, stomping over to him, “Are you happy with yourself? That was such an inappropriate thing to say! How dare you attack him like that? I expect better from you. He’s been through so much and you can’t even give him the courtesy of keeping your comments to yourself! You’ve really disappointed me today.” Using a finger to poke at his chest, she shoved him back a bit before walking away.

Cannon chewed at the inside of his cheek. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach only got worse with her lecture. Not only was Zen disappointed but now Sunny? With a lengthy sigh, he continued to tend to his tables.

Red tip-toed over to Sunny who had busied herself cleaning some dishes, “Hey, everything okay?”

“If you must know, Red, your brother is being a really big brat tonight. Maybe you should talk to him so he doesn’t continue to destroy people’s lives.” Sunny pretentiously answered, “Someone needs to control him.”

Red looked over at his brother who seemed quieter than normal as he went around the bar, “Well...whatever you said must have done something to him. He doesn’t seem himself right now.”

Sunny turned around and looked toward Cannon as well, feeling slightly bad that she may have been too harsh. It was odd the way he was acting. Perhaps she was too harsh on him? “I’ll talk to him once things calm down. I can’t get angry, I need to stay objective!”

They both jumped when Zen emerged from the office, taking in a deep breath before he walked behind the bar once more. He pat Sunny on the head and went back towards Joe and Mocha, “Sorry for that, ladies. That’s not a usual occurrence, Joe can attest to that.”

Joe laughed a bit as she shrugged, “Things can get pretty interesting around here. If I may say, your therapy must be going well! I’m happy to see that you can recover and become calm in a timely manner. We are all proud of you.”

Zen blushed softly, looking down at his hands, “Ah, thanks doll. It really has been helping a lot. I just wish I wouldn’t blow a gasket still.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t be expected to just roll over and take everything people say! You’re allowed to get mad, especially if someone says something really rude!” Mocha piped in, “But I agree with Joe. From the stories she’s told me, you’ve improved a lot to move the altercation to a private area!”

He shifted his glance upwards to her, cracking a smile, “Thanks, Mocha. I see why Joe likes you. I hope you come by here more often, even if you don’t drink. I’ll make sure to add more non-alcoholic drinks to the menu. I can’t have sweet customers like you only drinking water.”

Joe leaned over and kissed Mocha’s temple, “She’s pretty great, yeah? I’m glad she came by to meet you. I spend a good amount of time here, I wanted to share the love.”

Mocha beamed proudly, “I’m glad I came too! I won’t lie and say I wasn’t worried about this place being a seedy joint, but I was pleasantly surprised. And I got to meet the wonderful Zen! I’ll definitely come when I can.”

Before Zen could respond to the barrage of compliments that were thrown at him, Cannon sneaked by him and tapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, boss? Can we talk?” The waiter asked softly. Zen would normally shrug him off but hearing the unusual tone from his employee, he nodded and gently pushed him out from around the bar, “Sure, let’s go to the back near the pool tables.”

The room was empty, Cannon thankful that he wouldn’t have to be in this situation around anyone else. Zen leaned against a table, blowing upwards to push the bangs out of his eyes, “What’s up?”

Cannon let in a sharp breath as he started to pace. He knew what he wanted to say, but didn’t know how to say it. The right thing to do would be to just outright apologize but he did consider that it would seem disingenuous at this point. How was he suppose to tell him how bad he really felt for what he said? He wasn’t used to going back on his words but deep down inside, he was aware of what had to be done. Letting out his breath in one slow exhale, he stepped forward and threw his arms around Zen, hugging him tightly.

Zen’s body stiffened so quickly, not knowing how to react. The first thought that ran through his head was that Cannon would try to body slam him into the table but when there was no effort to inflict harm, he was left with even more confusion. “What are you doing?” He squeaked, now trying to wiggle out of Cannon’s grasp.

“You want me to stop apologizing, but I need you to know that I know I was wrong. I did say all of those things just to piss you off and I acknowledge that you have every right to be upset. You’ve had enough shit going on to have to deal with me too. I’m...ugh…” Cannon pulled away and looked down at his feet, “I really am sorry, I was shitty. I’m going to try really hard not to bring that kind of thing up again.”

Zen’s expression softened, his hand going to ruffle Cannon’s hair now that he was free of his embrace, “Hey, thanks for that. Don’t worry about it, all is forgiven. It did bother me a lot but you coming to me calmly really helps. Is everything okay? You know I’m here if you ever need to talk. “

Cannon shifted slightly. How could he tell Zen anything when he didn’t even know why he was flying off the handle so easily? It wasn’t his mood swings being off, he didn’t feel irregular in that sense. He was just upset about anything and everything when he stepped into Eros. “I dunno. I guess I’ve been working too much. Do you think I could take a few days off soon?”

Zen nodded, bringing his arm back to his side so he could push off the table, “Of course. Let me look at the schedule and see what I can do. I’m sure Sunny won’t mind picking up a few shifts to cover things.”

The tightness in his gut pinched again at the sound of her name, “Could you talk to her for me, then? She seemed really mad and I don’t want to deal with it.”

“Sure, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about her, either. You know how quickly she forgives. Oh, and by the way,” Zen cleared his throat, “The hug. It was weird. Lets not do that again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can assure you that it won’t. I wanted to puke while I was doing it.”

“Glad you didn’t throw up on me. I don’t even know how I would explain that to everyone. Go on, take your break. It’s Friday and I need you to be on top of things.” Zen said as he walked back towards the bar.

Cannon lingered around the pool tables for a bit before dodging his way out to the back alley of the bar. He paced, only stopping to kick aside an empty trash can. He had apologized to Zen and made amends but why did he still feel guilty? “Fucking Sunny…” He muttered. Her disappointment in him was still burning deep and that made him even more angry.

“Hey.”

He whirled around when he heard Sunny’s voice, the tips of his ears heating up with embarrassment, “What do you want? Gonna yell at me some more? Go ahead. I deserve it.”

Sunny winced as she fully stepped outside, sitting on the steps, “Yeah, about that. Zen spoke with me. Cannon, I’m really sorry about going off on you. I didn’t know you were already feeling bad about it and I probably just made it worse. I’m glad you worked it out, though. I’m proud that you could be mature enough to be so candid.”

The gross feeling Cannon had now changed to butterflies in his stomach, causing him to turn around so she wouldn’t notice the blush he felt creeping on his cheeks now, “Yeah well...he’s an asshole but you were right, he’s been through so much already. I guess I can give him a break.”

She laughed a bit; the response from him made her feel better that he was back to his normal self, “Hopefully everyone can get along better from now on.”

“Everyone?” He asked, “I don’t know about that. Some people are just meant to stay away from each other. But at the very least, we can shut up enough to get through the work shift.”

“I like to think I get along with everyone! Even with you! I don’t mind the things you say even if you are mean at times.” She stood up and skipped over to his side, putting her arm around his shoulder, “I think we all make a great team!”

“Tch.” He looked away from her, but her actions strangely calmed him a lot more than he expected, “I guess you’re not so bad yourself. At least, in small doses.”

“Really?” She replied quickly, giving him a big smile, “See! I knew you weren’t such a grump! Come on, let’s get inside. They are probably wondering where we are. Cannon, but honestly, I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, reaching a hand to the small of her back to lead her to the back door, “It’s cool, I’m over it.”

tags: @zenscrotch @illneverrecover @suzunesays @serensama @sinfulinsecret @forever-ender

#mystic messenger #Eros Bar AU #mystic messenger fic #mm #mystic messenger AU #Jaehee Kang #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Unknown #Saeran Choi #Seven #Saeyoung Choi

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one punch man 10-12: the aliens

huh its episode 10 already man this anime is so short is it flashback time yet?

hi terrible Godzilla oh yeah its the S class introduction time

gotta love that theres actually competent military in this anime why is it such a rare thing jfc

seriously tho Saitama's superpower is NOT superstrength, that's just now how physics works I think he has sped up perception, and I suspect he had that to a degree even before he started his training, judging from how easily he managed to take on the crab guy, if not all of it but what his strength training gave him (awakened in him?) was basically reality warping no wonder he's bored: he ACTUALLY REALLY doesn't have to put any kind of effort into his punches, as it's not his physical strength that's doing any work there, it's literally reality bending to accomodate him that has got to suck reality warping ennui I love my egg son

I love how all of these monsters demand acknowledgement and don't just try and step on pesky human distractions that ignore them

okay yeah this dude did end up just trying to step on her

man Tornado is freakishly powerful and that's amazing

HI OLD MAN DUDE OMG SAITAMA AND GENOS ARE HERE

Genos oh come on you really should learn some self-defense actually

this sounds like an anime reference I'm not getting

I love that Silverfang at least appreciates Saitama's actual power

and Genos is just inviting Saitama to tag along this is adorable

I love how completely fucking extra all the heroes are and how ridiculous Saitama's low key normalcy looks by contrast

poor Tornado she's amazing but since she's only summoned for appropriate level threats it's not even interesting to be amazing

Watchdog Man is amazing

man you are so dramatic maybe start with explanations jfc there is no logic to this order of operations SAITAMA GOT HIS TEA IT'S FROM STARBUCKS IT'S HILARIOUS awww I love this cute lil bad boy who skipped his lil sis's piano recital )=

madame Shibabawa CHOKED ON A COUGHING PILL

poor Saitama not knowing anything I love how casual he is about asking what he doesn't know I wouldn't have managed >_>

you call it right Child Emperor this is very ridiculous granted the meeting holder dude is probably right but he's being very ineffectual about it

Saitama jfc why

IM REALLY GLAD HE GOT INTERRUPTED

oh yeah this is a completely irrelevant bunch of baddies isnt it

OH YEAH THESE ARE THE ACTUAL BAD GUYS GEE 'IN THE NEXT SIX MONTHS' SURE DID TURN OUT TO BE SOON so yeah thats why the meeting holder dude was right

I love how much attention this anime cares to pay to civilians in trouble

man guys you should have hidden in that rut together instead of getting out

the knight guy is awesome

man thats... not all of city A that was destroyed

ahaha Saitama didn't wait for everyone my socially awkward egg acts on his own out of sync with anything <3 i can relate so much

man my favorite thing about this final fight is that it's going to involve collaboration it's not just 'Saitama saves the day' because he's just one person like with the fish king, Saitama was only able to save anyone because other heroes were there first and here there are multiple battles to be fought these dudes are important too

wow his stump sure isn't bleeding out

hey the swords at least slow the monster down that's not nothing

man this samurai dude is hella cool this entire squad is hella cool footsoldiers are important and I love this anime

I love that the kids are in front here it's a terrible idea and yet in context who's going to say no

jfc King you are way too fast to give up

sorry Genos this is a child

I love the peacemaker dude tho

ahaha Saitama is already inside I love him

oh dude you sure are confident in yourself

SAITAMA IS SPREADING DESTRUCTION a thing he's good at

man this guy's design is SO TOTALLY A REFERENCE

...so the flashback stuff is probably side material that I haven't downloaded isn't it

whatever, I'll just continue the liveblog

man this ending is nice it's just pure aesthetic, and it's such a nice grounding one the Earth that Saitama lives on, which is the same one we all do

hi humanization of the enemy to them, Saitama is the kaiju and yeah he kinda is reality warping powers do that

aww Saitama is not very good at finding vital parts of the ship to destroy eh

Saitama makes for an awesome creepypasta really an unstoppable juggernaut

...I really want OPM to become an endless shounen series it's worth it and it has political setup enough for SO MUCH to happen it features a cast FULL of people very ready for exploration and convoluted plots the first season feels like BARELY A PROLOGUE in what could be the grand scheme of thing

GUYS THE FUCK YOU DOING THERE PLEASE EVACUATE

hi Hammerhead!!! I love you!!! omfg is that your actual first name oooomg

omfg THIS GUY I LOVE YOU TOO I REMEMBER AND LOVE YOU

this show's unwillingness to kill anyone off IS AWESOME

hi Sonic <3 I still love your oni face

I love that the knight guy looks middle aged with wrinkles and all

YOO NICE OJI-SAN

GOOD JOB DISRUPTING COMMUNICATIONS BOI

GO SAITAMA WRECK SHIT

I LOVE THE BAD BOY HERO SO MUCH REALLY I LOVE THIS ENTIRE SQUAD AND THE MUSIC IS EPIC AND THE KNIGHT KEEPS WORRYING I LOVE HIM

sorry coordinator dude that's S class heroes for you

welp bye bye dude that's the batter figuring shit out <3

man poor coordinator dude he's trying his best

I love Saitama and his low key shit I love how the navigator TRIES HIS BEST Saitama is ONE SMART COOKIE oh man this dude can actually look hella intimidating

yeah the downside of telekinesis as a combat power is that you still need to have something to telekinesis unless you can just straight up telekinesis your foes i guess

oh hey gravity manipulation nice

sorry due Saitama's power is basically no sell of any other powers its kinda sad

ahaha hes breaking his own ship now

man this supreme telekinetic power sure isn't used to actual direct combat ....yeah he's ridiculously weak kidna

awww cute lil aliens

awww Child Emperor! <3

ah yes! this is what Tornado is for!

and Mumen Rider on the ground you is good job!!! i love that they give him spotlight so fucking much you have no idea this really is an anime exploring the idea of heroes

AW YIS MY GIRL FUCKING WRECK EM THIS IS EFFICIENT COOPERATION

AND TORNADO TRASH TALKS THEM YOU TELL EM GIRL YOU DESERVE THIS GLOAT

guys with indirect powers wait for guys with direct powers to give them a chance

AW YIS SMALL FRY HEROES COMING TO SEARCH&RESCUE THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE

I'm still amazed the Knight is still alive guess his power is some sort of invulnerability/healing

dude if you forget the defense and focus on attack they still outnumber you this would have worked better when you still had many heads

AW YEAH BOSS ENCOUNTER (SUCH A REFERENCE)

SAITAMA LOOKING DANGEROUS AS FUCK GOD JOB YOU IS

Saitama is like a white hole infinite energy he just makes his own

I love how Saitama is still not used to the change of his status from hobbyist to professional it's the small details that make it <3

ahh and this is the kind of fight Saitama wanted isn't it?

haha twenty years yeah strength training had fuckall to do with it Saitama had this potential since babyhood

I LOVE SAITAMA'S COMMON SENSE YOU CAN'T JUST GO AROUND ATTACKING SHIT TO ALLEVIATE BOREDOM HE'S FAMILIAR WITH THIS PROBLEM VERY MUCH

I LOVE THE EGG SHOT JFC <33333333

man Saitama's low key-ness looks really badass here best egg

I love that Saitama's movement isn't even running particularly well, it's just walking really really fast

awww Saitama's come to not expect much by now <3

haha sorry dude you're now match for Tornado's firepower hope she's got some way to watch out for civilians would be invaluable for search&rescue if she were free for it rn

oh hey Drive Knight there sure are lots of knights here huh

oh and it was Metal Knight who destroyed the town huh was he the dude who came in to test his weaponry against the meteor?

yup dude sorry outnumbered

so guys you might want to get the fuck out from under the ship now

I love the badass opening music this is Saitama's true potential too bad the plot isn't about it

lol I love how they both have pretty low expectations for each other

this dude is about to bring down his own ship heh

OMG SAITAMA DIDN'T NO SELL THAT THAT'S PRETTY AMAZING sorry dude Saitama has power beyond his own conception too

yeah you can heal yourself but Saitama wasn't hurt

man his pants are baggy and look hilarious

wow holy fuck and Saitama's method of surviving is ragdoll roll with it as much as possible I do that in the car to avoid motion sickness on bumpy roads

AND YEP HERE IT IS SAITAMA IS ON THE MOON HAHAHAHA HE IS NOT BREATHING AND THERE IS NO SOUND SAITAMA ARE YOU GOING TO PUSH MOON OUT OF ITS ORBIT NOPE JUST DESTROY A CHUNK OF SURFACE

aww hey dude vulnerable after all where Saitama just isn't

sorry Tornado you're awesome but that wasn't you

this dude is strong but he isn't Saitama fast he's not even Sonic fast just very strong

CONSECUTIVE NORMAL PUNCHES NICE NOT ENOUGH STILL SAITAMA MUST BE SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW (and yet vaguely dissatisfied still because something in his brain chemistry still isn't making this as awesome as it should have been)

I love Saitama's creative names Serious Punch

I love that Saitama never taunts, never doesn't talk to his foes he doesn't dehumanize them, ever

well yeah okay that was pretty curb stomp sorry dude but you still entertained Saitama more than anyone else ever managed to

I hope poor little alien crew members survive alright ^^;

aww and the master picks up his knight

TORNADO CAN'T YOU HOLD THE SHIP A LITTLE well whatever

oh hey Amai Mask who the fuck even are you dude what the fuck shut up? I love the bad boy he's saying it like it is dude they literally saved the Earth and everything that wasn't wiped out in a single strike???

Amai is an actual supervillain here isn't he

mm he could be S rank I see

oh hey Metal Knight there sure are a lot of supervillains holed up at the top of the Hero Organization huh well I mean it makes as much sense as anything to recruit anyone sane enough to come in

ALIEN SURVIVORS <3

WHAT THE FUCK AMAI WHY LOCAL LIGHT YAGAMI OR WHAT

awww Genos really has found balance with Saitama

so is Saitama already home or what ah nope there he is <3

Tornado you naive muffin

OMFG SAITAMA IS ABSOLUTELY HELPLESS IN SOCIAL SITUATIONS AND CALLS GENOS IN FOR HELP THEY ARE SUCH GREAT PARTNERS

'history-making events, the top stories for days' yeah i guess in this kind of world there's nothing to do but keep reconstructing and ignore the losses )=

OPTION TO LIVE AT HEADQUARTERS YEAH THAT REALLY NEEDED TO BE A THING ALREADY

anyway I love this anime

#liliet rewatches one punch man #still love it #still best

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