#clothes u were wearing you literally climbed it with no shoes like how the fuck did you do that? you can pull anything off no matter how

[siriusmydeer]

pov:ur drunk as shit and remus is tryna take care of u and make sure u don’t get hurt and ur just telling him that he’s ruining the fun and he tells u he’s just trying to make sure nothing goes wrong and he puts u to bed and it’s all cute n shit😚 thanks bestie✊ also i’m such a big fan, i literally look up to u🥰

taking care of you

remus lupin x gender neutral!reader

summary: remus takes care of you while you’re drunk.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of throwing up, mentions of smoking marijuana, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk and high, remus taking care of reader, swearing, kissing, pet names, fluff !

a/n: were literally on ft wym fan😐 and 2. the reader is wearing makeup so it could be implied fem but idrk?

“Bugger off, Remus.” You groaned, your eager hand sluggishly pushing at the Lycanthropes stiff torso. He snorted at your fatigued behaviours in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room, the intense pungent scents of Cannabis and Firewhisky soaring through the dull air. After heartily partaking in drinking plenty of shots for the spectacled male’s birthday as it efficiently was a grand celebration in his eyes that, rightfully, deserved some smuggling of Alcohol.

Unfortunately, for you, as well as your moral dignity, Remus had inevitably found you indolently waving your arms (Terribly attempting to dance) among other students soothing their drinks and puffing a shortening blunt that the Hufflepuffs had supplied.

The first time Remus had wisely decided to seek and beckon you off to his dormitory was after you were sat upon the Vermillion loveseat and had inhaled the grey pungent smog, a scarlet tinge began to bloom in the ivory pigments of your irises after the smoke had that infested your lungs and swirled to your addled brain, a hazy sense taking over your optics as well as your senses.

As you persevered the blunt between your agile digits, the distinctive aroma seething through your lungs had escaped into your trachea causing frequent rasps to escape with difficulty from the carmine pit of your throat. As terribly embarrassing as it had undoubtedly felt post-coughing fit, you had jumped up upon one of the tables dramatically singing (Mind you; it was terrible singing) an ABBA track that was lingering through the wood as the baritones continued to spew from the magically induced speakers.

After your abrupt karaoke outburst that could’ve had sober peers intentionally throwing their overflowing cups at you, Marlene had finally beckoned you to the dance floor where Remus had discovered you dancing and shouting into oblivion; amid your unsober tangent, Remus had endeavoured to inevitably make you rest, but, you had mumbled incoherently about how he was ‘ruining James’ birthday fun.’ For genuinely wanting you to sleep soundly through a hangover like a normal human. But, he had only chuckled at your intoxicated insinuations.

“Bunny, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get wounded!” He laughed once more as you continue to flail your arms around under the strobing lights that had varied between various hues. At his grip you began to whine, with a groan adamantly following when he grasped onto the curvature of your waist, essentially barricading your drastic movements. “But ‘m having s’much fun!” You slur in a mumble.

“‘M a big girl, don’t need your help” Your grumble is the least bit threatening as his brow raised counteractively. Removing his hands from your waist, he encased your cheeks in an enclasp causing a pinched expression to twist onto your intoxicated features, seemingly squishing your lips into a jutted point. Laughing at his actions as well as your contorted expression he placed a faint kiss to the tip of your nose before venturing to persuade you once more.

“If you come up to bed, I’ll buy you anything you want from Hogsmeade.”

“Remus you already do that when I’m sober.”

“If you don’t come to my dorm, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and bring you there myself.”

“You wouldn’t” Continuing to undoubtedly provoke him through your pout. He removed his hands from your face as well as beginning to slouch down to your level before you hastily backed away. “Fine, fine! If you carry me, I’ll puke!”As Remus instantly regained his height, he stretches out his hand, his warm tingling palms melds with your own whilst he hauls you towards the shallow staircase before your scrambled thoughts could change your mind.

“Have fun, Lupin!” A boisterous yell by the Gryffindor male is emitted through the common room, turning around abruptly he watches as Sirius promptly sends him a wink, merely receiving a lewd gesture of Remus’ finger as a response from the Lycanthrope. After forcibly returning you to his dormitory, you stumbled awkwardly upon his indigo trunk with a warm palm clutched frantically to your forehead, a light glaze of perspiration slick on your forehead.

“My head feels funny…” You slurred once the hazy shapes had begun to sufficiently clear from your vision.

“That’s what happens when you drink too much, Baby.”

“Shhh, too loud.” You carefully looked into his hazel optics unaccompanied by the usual reflection of auburn tones of mahogany and spring buds of viridescent, without the comforting hues of mocha brown and lincoln green that twinkled under the suns rays, you were bewildered as too why his optics were so dark in your bleared state, (Mind you the lights were off) While earnestly pressing your forefinger against his parched lips, it felt as if alphabet soup was stirred feebly in your disordered brain and pouring out of your lips.

“I’m— stomach hurts, head hurts, wanna cuddle.” You began to blubber out in delirium, completing your sentence by opening up your arms and expecting the boy to climb into your slouched arms.

“Gotta get you out of those clothes first.” Remus cooed, lifting you from his trunk which only emitted a tired moan from you. Naturally following a delicate kiss pressed to your forehead, he skillfully unlocked his trunk with one hand to pull out some clothes for you; his other having a heavy grip on your torso.

His palms intuitively grasping a loose Beatles T-Shirt additionally a pair of your night shorts you had left in his dormitory for when you slept there (Not without Sirius and James’ teasing as expected) After removing your uncomfortable shoes with a prominent stumble from you, he had begun to steadily dress you in more appropriate clothes to sleep in, his scent of vanilla soon about to enclose you in a warm clutched embrace.

“Could you go any slower?” After groaning for the umpteenth time, he chuckles, yet again, at your antics, “Would you like to spill your guts everywhere?”He inquires while tapping at your bum as a signal he had carefully finished dressing you.

“Oh fuck, I still have makeup on.” While mewling your sentence Remus had gently placed you upon on his bed, the woollen comforter tickling at your backside as you laid upon his bed to relieve the prodding agony that was tapdancing, like a dancer, around your skull. Snickering at your state, one of the faux eye-lashes glued to your lash line about to undoubtedly fall off your eye he retreated to the small bathroom that had been shared among the five boys with a slight shout, “Don’t go anywhere!”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You replied bluntly in a grumble. He steadily padded back to his bed you were sprawled upon, your eyes promptly falling shut as he gently dragged the wipe against your features, his thumb running against the clean textures of your cheek. Grabbing his thumb, you gently pressed a chaste kiss to his palm, furtherly placing it upon your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always, Bunny, always.” His lips began to quirk up at your gentle demeanour amid his soft gaze you naturally began to doze off in a befuddled formality. “C’mon, let’s get you in bed.” Removing the cerise quilt, he twisted you onto your side in case during the night you would require the position due to the alcohol flipping in your stomach.

After alternating his clothes into some comfortable ones he situated himself in a tangle of your legs and an arm wrapped around your waist. He carefully pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head whilst instantly removing the dishevelled hair that clung to your exposed neck. “Goodnight Baby.” He murmured tenderly, his prominent chin falling above your head. “Love you.”

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[pls-let-me-out]

Invisible String

Epilogue 

12th of February

From Will to: the Royal Asshole

landed. where r u? i’m lost

From the Royal Asshole

At the entrance. Where else would I be?

From Will to: the Royal Asshole

where I landed so you could help me find the way out

tbh it’s like u don’t care that I get lost easily

From the Royal Asshole

Turn around, idiot.

 Niccolò has grown even more beautiful during the time they’ve spent apart. Will’s breath is caught in his throat for a moment that feels like forever, and they just stand there, looking at one another, a secret challenge between them, to see who will break first and look away.

Niccolò is growing out his hair, which he told Will about, because he ‘wants to see how long they can get’. (“They are hair, doofus. They can reach your waist, if you let them. Honestly, are you just trying to piss me off?”)

The air is cold, and they both wear several layers of clothing. Niccolò is in New York for ‘very important business’, which means that Will has come all the way here from Austin to spend some time together. Seeing each other only on FaceTime is hard, but Will has to admit that it’s still good. It’s not nearly enough, but it’s something.

Will doesn’t know whether he has moved or Niccolò has, but next thing he knows they are crowding each other’s space, and then hugging so hard it should hurt. The soul-mark on Will’s shoulder throbs, but not in pain. Niccolò still has a faint smell of pomegranate, and Will knows, as he takes a deep breath, that he’s going to deny doing so for the rest of his life.

They finally separate, and Nico takes both his and Will’s luggage. Niccolò is staying in some fancy hotel, while Will is going to be with his siblings, in his old room. When he told them he’d be visiting, Austin just sighed. ‘Where am I going to put my wardrobe? It’s literally all on your bed, Will.’ Will ignored him.

“How is everything going?” Niccolò asks, as they exit the airport, and cold air comes hard and unforgiving.

Will shivers. “It’s going, I guess. My grandma is happy to have me there with her for a bit, and I think we needed it.” He tucks his scarf over his nose, sniffling in the cold. A car stops in front of them, too fancy to not attract any attention.

Will gives Niccolò a side-glance. “How fancy, Your Highness.”

Niccolò blushes, but it might be the cold. “Fuck off, will you?”

Will bites back a grin. “Maybe I will. Maybe I Fitz-will.”

Niccolò shakes his head, but a fond and tender smile breaks out on his face, and they climb inside the car. Warm air is far more welcome than that outside. Niccolò rubs his hands together, with a little pout on his face that makes him look even more beautiful.

“How is your grandmother doing?” he asks.

He often does, he’s nice like that. He always sounds interested in Will’s life, even when Will himself realizes how boring it should be, to someone who lives between throne rooms and ancient gardens. Will tells him of his grandmother’s friend, Alice, but he doesn’t say that she’s trying to set him up with his daughter. People don’t recognize him as Prince Niccolò’s soulmate, and the people of his grandmother’s neighborhood know him as Naomi and Apollo’s son.

Will asks him how things are going in Elysium. Niccolò talks about his father, who stubbed his toe in a wall the other day, and has shouted so hard that the guards rang the bell, thinking they were under attack at three in the morning. As he tells the story, Niccolò leans forward to laugh, and hits his forehead against the driver’s seat.

It’s easy to forget the way they said goodbye the day after Christmas. They have been texting almost non-stop ever since, and sometimes they called each other, even if hanging up hurts.

“So, this event of yours,” Will says. He clears his throat. “What time does it end?”

“Late.” Niccolò huffs, crossing his arms on the chest. It seems like they’ll be going to be stuck in traffic for quite some time, but he’s looking out of the window as though he’ll never be here again. “I don’t even want to go there.”

“Prince business and all that,” Will encounters. “You don’t have much choice, do you?”

“Not really, no.” He clears his throat, and it’s terrible how awkward things get when they both remember he’s prince at the same time. “Unless I renounce the crown, I guess.”

Oh. Yes, that. Will snorts, amusement clear in his face as he flashes Niccolò another side-eyed glance. “As if.”

“Yah, I could live like one of you peasants,” Nico grumbles, sinking a bit in his seat.

Will snickers. “You peasants? Say that in Texas, and you’ll get shot.”

“I really hope that’s not a threat, principino,” Niccolò says, his voice low, little more than a whisper, as smooth as a caress.

Will blushes a deep red, ignoring the shiver that runs down his back, he looks out the window. Yeah, the view is very interesting. He tries to keep his eyes there for the rest of the ride, but he doesn’t have half the necessary strenght, not when Niccolò is sitting right next to him.

When he turns, Nico is already looking at him.

 Kayla opens the door with a loud shriek, making Austin startle a bit. He pushes her aside, to step up and hug Will. He takes Will’s face in his hands, turning it left and right.

“What the hell? How do you have a tan?”

“I’ve been in Texas, you know, this past month or so,” Will says, words muffled by the way Austin is squishing his cheeks.

Austin hums. Kayla shrieks again, jumping back, and only then does Will realize that he hasn’t introduced Niccolò yet. He takes a step to the side, allowing everyone’s attention to shift.

“So, this is my–”

A dark aura falls upon the presents. A glittery, sparky Drew Tanaka steps in Will’s visual, wearing only a large flannel shirt he recognizes as his own, open to reveal a white, coffee stained t-shirt. Oh, yes, Kayla’s style has rubbed off on her.

“And who might that be?” She asks, managing to look intimidating. She throws her hair behind her shoulder, looking at Niccolò like he’s some kind of disease.

“As I was saying,” Will responds, grabbing Niccolò’s wrist to drag him forward, steadying him when he stumbles. “This is Niccolò, Prince of many things, and you might call him His Royal Highness on the days he’s particularly generous. On the other days, I suggest you don’t call him at all, because he can be a real bitch.”

Nico rolls his eyes, offering his siblings his hand. “Sorry about him, I’m sure you know better than me to never listen to him. It’s very nice to meet you, and just Nico is fine.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Kayla says, blushing to the tip of her ears as they shake hands.

“Well, are you going to offer us food or what?” Will says, interrupting Nico and Drew’s sudden staring contest. Their hands drop back to their hips. He drops his luggage in Niccolò’s hands. “Come, you can drop it by my bed.”

“I didn’t clean it!” Austin shouts after him. Will responds with a groan, louder when he realizes just how unclean Austin has left it.

“Who’s Drew to you?” Niccolò whispers when they are alone in the room.

Will blinks. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Niccolò quickly retreats. “Was just wondering. So, is the saxophone Austin’s?”

Said saxophone is at the corner of the room, on a pile of books, shiny even if it has been used for many years. Will remembers Niccolò’s question a few moments later.

“Oh, yeah. It’s a gift from our father.” He grimaces. “I always thought I’d buy him another one when I became a doctor. I don’t like the thought of it being our father’s gift.”

“His birthday is on a week though, right?”

“Yeah. Next Wednesday, I’m going back to Texas on Thursday.”

“Oh, someone’s getting wasted then.”

Will throws him a sock, but Niccolò dodges it with a grin.

“I used to dodge bullets, you loser,” he says. “Before even having breakfast.”

Will narrows his eyes. That’s kind of a game of Nico’s, saying crazy shit about the army, and most of the time Will can’t guess whether he’s joking or serious. Even now. It sounds incredible, but he’s got that serious expression on his face.

“That’s true,” Will says.

Niccolò laughs, a sound Will misses even before it’s over. “Yeah, every day they woke up the Prince of their nation at dawn, so that they could shoot him.”

Will bites his tongue. “I knew that wasn’t true.”

“You still got it wrong. How much are we at? Fifteen for you, seventy-three for me?”

Will pulls him down on his bed, falling on Austin’s papers and schoolbooks. He hopes they aren’t too important.

“Get the stick out of your ass,” Will says, whacking him with the first textbook he finds. Niccolò has the audacity of laughing.

Someone clears their throat, and Will turns, only realizing he’s straddling Niccolò’s lap when he notices how red Kayla’s cheeks are.

“We have some coffee.” She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking everywhere but at Will. “I also took out the good cookies.”

“Oh, dear, this is a great occasion then,” Will says, getting off Niccolò. He stumbles, but doesn’t fall. “By the way, do we still have that stain of mold under the window?”

Kayla nods. “It actually has a child now.”

Will pouts. “It’s a manifestation. It’s because it missed me.”

“Are you comparing yourself to a stain of mold?” Niccolò asks, elongating his step to avoid a shoe abandoned in the middle of the floor. “That’s very unflattering but also very realistic of you.”

Kayla bursts out laughing, as Will grabs another pillows from the sofa and keeps on hitting Niccolò. Once again, he only laughs harder, and soon enough Will is, too.

“How’s being a prince like?” Drew asks Nico, as soon as they sit on the sofa.

“I thought you’d know with the way you put yourself on a throne,” Austin responds. She sends him a saccharine smile.

From what Will’s heard, she and Kayla haven’t changed all that much since they’ve gotten together. They just look at each other like the other has hung up the moon in the sky herself, and sometimes they hold hands.

“It’s not very exciting,” Niccolò says with a shrug. “I guess it’s like being famous, I just wear a crown sometimes.”

“And the cool, black military dress,” Will adds. He doesn’t add that Niccolò is extremely hot in that, and the thought alone makes him blush.

“It’s called a uniform, Fitzwilliam,” Niccolò says, tilting his head to the side. “You ever heard the word?”

Will blows him a kiss. Niccolò diverts his eyes, and Will counts it as a win.

“I guess you have lots of beautiful women around,” Drew adds, bringing the cup to her mouth. She grimaces at the taste. “Who wouldn’t want to be with a prince, after all?”

“Are you trying to seduce him?” Austin blurts out with a frown.

Drew pinches him in the leg, hard. “I’m making conversation, dear.”

“Don’t make conversation about his bedroom’s activity,” Austin hisses.

“Don’t be so fucking rude,” she responds.

“Alright!” Kayla exclaims, a blush deep on her cheeks, her grip on the cup a little desperate. “Why don’t you tell us more about your interests? Your hobbies?”

“By the way, talking about interests,” Drew jumps in again, this time looking at Will like a predator seeing its prey. “Remember Sherman?”

“No!” He exclaims. “Sherman who? Sherman… I don’t know any Sherman. Mh, no. You got the wrong Will, sweetheart.” He takes a long sip of coffee, only to sputter half of it back in the cup. “Who the hell didn’t put sugar in my coffee?”

“Me, because I’m not your fucking barista, you fucking rude animal,” Drew responds.

Austin sighs, leaning back in the armchair. He rubs his temples. “What even is this conversation.”

“I wouldn’t have given your number to Sherman if I’d known you’d be so rude about everything,” Drew continues, holding the cup as if it were a glass of wine.

Will spits his sip of coffee right on the table. He coughs, and Austin hits his back. Niccolò sends him a confused glance, but the rest of his face is completely blank. Will is pretty used by now to picking up his moods, by the sound of his voice and the crease of his brow. Niccolò still hides pretty much most of his emotions, but there’s an instant when he can’t, and the crease of his eyebrows betrays him. Now he’s skipped it, somehow. A pang of pain shoots through Will’s heart.

She turns to Niccolò. “He’s a friend of Will’s family’s son. Didn’t your grandma really like him, Will?”

“She didn’t,” Austin answers for him.

“Oh, I think you’re wrong,” Drew says, waving her hand in dismissal.

Kayla puts her hand on Drew’s on the cup holder. “Let’s have a word alone, mh?”

When they return from Kayla’s bedroom, Drew doesn’t add a thing about Sherman. She and Niccolò politely ignore each other, until he has to leave for the gala, or whatever he is attending.

 Niccolò leaves around seven pm. Will hugs him on the doorstep, and if his breath hitches a little, no one has the heart to point it out. Afterwards, Will stays on the cramped sofa with his siblings and Drew, somehow everyone is on someone else’s lap. They watch Golden Girls, and Drew makes an Instagram Story. She’s careful not to take Will’s face in, he’s been trying not to appear too much on her social media. When he does, people remember that he’s Prince Niccolò’s soulmate, and somehow it ends up on gossip sites. He isn’t ready to be under the spotlights again.

Eventually, Austin and Kayla drift off to sleep, and Drew speaks softly to him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have butted in.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He plays with Austin’s hair as he talks, avoiding Drew’s eyes, and everything he might see in them. “I never really told you what happened on our last day together, did I?”

“You haven’t told anyone, no.”

Will finally looks up, and Drew is already looking at him. “I don’t even know how to say it. We talked about… well, everything. He told me he couldn’t be with me, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us, we’d have to sneak around, hiding behind everyone’s back. He’d have to get married to a nice girl someday, anyway.”

“But he loved you.”

Tears burn in the back of Will’s eyes. “He said he knew he was already falling for me.”

“God. That’s awful.”

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath, deep enough for his lungs to hurt. “We spent the night together.”

“You… like, sexually?”

He doesn’t respond. “And it was nice, the next day. Before we left the house. I thought that if I knew what it would be like to be with him, then eventually I’d be fine. I’d be satisfied with the night and half-day we’d had together.”

“But you aren’t.”

“I just want to go back there, to that day. Like, I wake up in the morning and I want to see him, what he’d be like with my grandma, if he’d be nice with her friends when they come over. You know the neighbor’s daughter? She has a son, now. He’s, like, four. He was learning to use his bike, and he fell, and then I saw his father going there, picking him up and everything. And I realized that I only once saw Niccolò with a kid, and it was in the middle of a packed road, but he was so nice with her, I mean he was talking in Italian, but she kept on giggling and everything.”

“You want kids with him?”

“I just realized that it has never been a possibility for us, and it hurt so fucking much I couldn’t breathe. I just–it’s so unfair. I wish he weren’t a prince and so famous, but then I realize that he is, and that’ a part of him.”

Drew looks down at her lap, playing with the hem of her shirt. “You always despised the thought of soulmates.”

“I know.”

“I was just saying. I was, I mean. I didn’t think you’d ever change your mind.”

“It was before getting to know him. He makes me all–he makes me feel like the world isn’t such a shitty place. And it shouldn’t even be possible, because he’s pessimistic and he pretty much says the world sucks. But he also wants to make it a better place.”

“Now I feel awful for how I treated him.”

Will laughs. “Yeah, the Sherman-thing was pretty shitty. By the way, I really don’t want his number.”

“I guessed.” She grimaces. “I haven’t actually given him yours.”

Will chuckles again.

 15th of July

Will rubs his eyes tiredly, still in his pajama, and almost jumps out of his skin when something attacks him.

“Happy birthday, Willie!” Jonathan screams.

Will smiles, taking Jonathan off the ground and throwing him in the air. A smile blooms on his face, so strong he almost forgets the pain in the back of his heart. Kayla, Austin, Valentina and Grace are standing next to his grandmother, with matching smiles on their faces. Will opens his arms, adjusting Jonathan on his hip, and they all come crushing against him.

“Drew, Mitchell and Piper are coming in the afternoon,” Valentina says. She’s fifteen, and she’s actually thinking of becoming a pediatrician. She lives in San Francisco with her mother, and spends a couple of weeks each summer with their family in Argentina. “Lacy couldn’t make it.”

“Thanks for being here,” Will says. “Y’all are looking good.”

Kayla giggles. “I almost forgot how Texan you get when you’re here.”

Will groans. “Gimme a break.”

Jonathan laughs, throwing his fists in the air. “Gimme!”

Will kisses the top of his head. He hears a shutter going off, and when he glances up he sees his grandmother with a camera in his hands. She has a huge grin on her face, and the flowery dress she wears only on special occasions.

“We’re opening the gifts when everyone comes here!” She says. “And now y’all go off to prepare the table, Willie and I got a talk to get through.”

Austin groans, which earns him a smack on the head by grandmother. She puts her hands on her hips, until only she and Will remain in the room. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and hooks her arm in his.

“Come see the geese. They’ve returned in the pool this morning,” she says.

Will grimaces. “Disgusting.”

“Shut up, boy.”

Outside the temperature is far too hot, the sun shines far too bright, but they walk to the garden in the back. There are no geese in the pool. Will turns to his grandmother, but she shushes him, and sits on the wooden bench, under the shadow of the apple tree. He sits beside her.

“Has something happened?” he asks.

His grandmother eyes the too long curls on his forehead. Will can feel them sticking to his damp skin. He brushes them away, but a second later they fall back.

“Your father sent you a gift,” she says. She takes a letter from her pocket, and passes it to him. “Do you want to read it alone?”

“Later. I’ll read it later.”

“Alright.”

 Every year Will’s family flies to Austin for his birthday, and they stay at his grandmother’s house for the summer. They spend the morning together, then in the afternoon Drew’s family reaches them. It’s the first year since his brothers’ death that Piper comes.

Will is in the pool with her when he feels it, a tugging from his shoulder, his soul mark pulsing. He lets his empty glass fall from his grip, his fingers going limp.

Niccolò is standing next to his grandmother, shaking Jonathan’s hand with a shy smile as Valentina watches the scene unfold with her jaw gone slack.

“Fancy seeing you here, you gremlin!” Piper exclaims, shaking Will from his trance.

His grandmother has a hand on Niccolò’s shoulder, and he’s still holding Jonathan’s, but Will can see the way he turns softer around every edge when his eyes meet Will’s, comfort falling onto him.

Will doesn’t even realize he’s climbed out of the pool, until he is in Niccolò’s arms, and his clothes are getting wet.

“Ooops,” Will says when they let go, and Niccolò’s clothes stick to his body.

“Go, Will!” Drew shouts from where she’s sunbathing in the sun. “You still got your sneaky techniques to get the boys naked!”

Niccolò blushes a deep red, but Will just flips Drew off. His grandmother smacks him on the head, but it’s worth it.

“Is this how we welcome guests, children?” she asks.

Jonathan, the traitor, shakes his head, tugging her dress. “I shook his hand! You saw?”

Grandmother pats him on the head, a smile stretches on her wrinkled face. “Finally someone educated in this household.” She turns back to Niccolò. “Take everything you need. If you can’t find something, just ask Will. He’s missed you, you know?” She caresses Niccolò’s cheek, which has him blushing a deep shade of red, and leaves to go back inside.

“I really did miss you,” Will whispers softly. He intertwines his fingers to Niccolò’s, and tugs him towards the others. “You ever met Piper’s siblings?”

Niccolò shakes his head, but Will is blinded by the light in his eyes, and almost misses it.

 They spend the night together, but this time they only stargaze, laying on the old deckchairs near the pool. Niccolò teaches him about constellations, and Will has lived in LA, his best friend is Drew, so he already knows. He doesn’t say, and just listens. If the smile on Niccolò’s face is anything to go by, he already knows.

 19th of August

Nico spends the weekend in Livigno with Hazel. Every corner of the house is Will, and his smile, and his laughs.

“Do you miss him?” She asks, as they watch the TV in the living room.

Nico doesn’t find it in himself to answer. He looks back down, at the speech he is holding in three days in front of an audience filled with important people he doesn’t even know the names of. Taylor Swift’s Christmas Tree Farm blasts from TV, and Hazel along under her breath. Nico should have built a blanket fort with Will.

 23rd of September

In New York, Will tells Nico that he wants to teach in kindergarten, and every time he talks about it his eyes shine, in a way they never did when he talked about medicine.

They sit on a bench in New York, and Nico asks Will a question he’s had on the tip of his tongue for some months now.

“Will you get your mark covered up?”

Will blinks, as though the question is a sudden thunder, and maybe it is. Nico continues eating his hotdog. It’s too spicy for him, his tongue burns, and so do his eyes. His heart is thundering in his chest, and he isn’t sure why. (That’s a lie. He knows.)

“I never thought about it. Not since I’ve known you.”

Nico’s shoulders relax. He sends Will a side smile, but there’s still a lump in his throat.

 6th of November

Nico talks to his therapist. She asks him how he feels about Will, why they haven’t been talking much lately. It’s easy to trust her with the truth after all these years. When he was younger, he’s learnt that telling her half-assed truths doesn’t help him. He doesn’t go every single week to her studio anymore, but sometimes he needs help processing how he feels.

“Guilty,” he says, after thinking about it for a while. “He’s stuck with me, and he hasn’t done anything to deserve it. He deserves a soulmate that can be with him.”

His therapist, Juniper, tilts her head to the side. “If you had the possibility, would you like to be with him romantically?”

She’s one of the first people he’s told about his sexuality. Actually, she had been with him for quite some time when Cupid ‘exposed’ him for the first time. It was a moment of deep bonding for them, she told him it explained many things about his behavior. It also sucked and gave him trauma on too many levels to count, but Nico is trying to see the positive side.

“I don’t have the possibility. Day-dreaming about it won’t help me.” Nico’s tone is cold, far too cold in the regards of such a question. Heat comes to his cheeks. He scratches his neck, even that feels warm. “Sorry, I–I think I would like it.”

“Maybe it would help you feel less guilty if you talked about it with him. I shouldn’t say my personal opinion, but he sounds like a very sweet guy. Someone you can have a real dialogue with.”

 9th of November

Will crushes Niccolò in a hug as soon as he sees him. Then, before he can reciprocate, he throws him back and flicks him on the forehead.

“Is this the way to behave?” He turns on his heels, hands on his hips, and walks right back in the apartment. He talks again only after the door is shut behind Niccolò. “You fucking ghosted me!” He sits on the sofa, it creaks dangerously, but it holds on. “You can just tell me when I’m too much, or, I don’t know, if I…when I annoy you.”

Niccolò’s hand is on Will’s shoulder, and then he’s the one being crushed in a hug. He holds onto Niccolò’s shirt, inhaling his perfume. He ignores the tears in his eyes. Will finds himself caged on the couch by Niccolò’s knees on either side of him. Eventually, they find themselves with their foreheads against one another’s. They haven’t been so close since Christmas.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep on doing this,” Niccolò says, his words daggers in Will’s heart.

“I know. I know, it hurts me too.” Will sniffled. Niccolò’s hair are dark and soft, and he presses a kiss on his head. Niccolò is tall, but now he feels so small in his arms. “It hurt more when I didn’t have you anymore.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

 23rd of December

The door opens, and Will is there, in the middle of his grandmother’s house, with his siblings scattered around him. Lidia, Will’s grandmother, hugs Nico, thanking him for coming, and saying words he can’t pay attention to, because his gaze is on Will, who’s looking back at him, and his heart skips a million beats.

Nico has brought Jason, Leo and Piper with him. Drew is already here, with Kayla’s head on her lap, and Jonathan talking her ear off about the gift he’s asked. Jason deposits their gifts under the tree (Nico has asked Austin what to bring to each of them, he didn’t want to be unprepared).

 24th of December

Will finds Niccolò in the garden. The moon has been high in the sky for the past few hours, but the air is still warm. Will sits with him in the grass, linking their fingers.

“Can you believe it’s already a year?”

Niccolò smiles. “Next year we could fly to Livigno, if you wanted to. Bring everyone there. Do your siblings have passports?”

A smile grows on Will’s face, and he doesn’t even try to stop it. “Would you really do that?”

“If they are okay with having me for Christmas again.” He clears his throat, as he always does before starting a rant coming from his self-deprecation. “I’d leave you the house if you wanted to, without me. It’s not a problem, of course, we could–”

Will puts a hand on his mouth, stopping him. “But next year you should bring Hazel, too.”

Nico takes the hand off, holding on to his wrist even afterwards, although he’s also trying to maintain a frown on his face. “Would you like that?”

“We’ve been calling each other since Halloween.”

“Halloween?”

“Yeah. We saw each other, she was in New York with Annabeth and the others.” Will shakes Niccolò’s fingers off his wrist, to intertwine their fingers. “Didn’t she tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah, she did.” There’s a deep blush on Niccolò’s face, and he shouldn’t like it so much. “You also sent me a selfie with her.”

“She gets along a lot with Austin. A bit less with Drew, for some reason.”

“Some reason?”

Will lets his head fall on Niccolò’s shoulder, something he wouldn’t do normally, but it’s almost Christmas. He can have this on Christmas. “Drew can be a bit hard around the edges. As sharp as her eyeliner.”

“She hates me. Hated, whatever. Now she just looks at me strangely. Suspiciously.”

“We used to date. For a couple of years, but then–it was back when we lived in LA with my parents, we were neighbors. I really did think we’d last forever.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. After my brothers died, I moved here with my grandparents. I was shitty to Drew, I dealt really badly with grief. I talked with my parents only once since. You can ask me how my brothers died, if you want to.”

Niccolò hesitates, just a second, then his hand squeezes Will’s, and he talks. “How did they die?”

“Overdose, the both of them. Lee first. He was at a party with my father, but dad left him alone, and he overdid it. Michael a couple of months later. He and Lee were really close, and he–he did die of overdose, but he did it on purpose.”

“And your mom?”

“I’m her only child. We just don’t have a relationship. I don’t even hate her. I don’t know her enough for that.”

Will tries to smile. Nico wraps his arms around him, and Will hides his head in the crook of his neck.

 27th of June

They talk over the phone every day, and Will calls Nico every night before going to sleep.

“I miss you,” Will says, and his voice is husky, a bit raspy, but his tone is soft.

I miss you, too. These days, I miss you so much I forget I do, and think the longing in my chest has always been there. “I know. Drew told me you’ve been turning that friend of yours down.”

Nico can imagine the frown on Will’s face. “Drew should mind her own business.”

“Why do you turn him down?”

“I’m not interested in him.”

Hearing these words shouldn’t make Nico so happy. They’re trying to move on, the both of them. If Nico doesn’t, nothing changes. He will still marry some girl, maybe be friends with her, have a child together, and die as king. If Will doesn’t, he will be lonely for the rest of his life.

“It might help, though. I–I assume the reason you’re turning him down. Don’t wait for me, Will.”

Will sniffles, and Nico closes his eyes. He closes them so hard his head starts hurting. He almost doesn’t breathe, so Will can’t hear how broken it is. He is.

“You shouldn’t be stuck with me,” Nico says. His words are spoken quietly, so much it’s a wonder how Will hears him. “I’m sorry.”

Will’s sniffles become louder. “I’m not stuck with you. How can you say that, when you make me feel free?”

Nico shuts his eyes tighter. He opens them again. There’s a photo of him with Bianca on the wall in front of them, one of the few he keeps around. He and Bianca are sitting at their table in their house in Venice, with pencils scattered around, as they draw with passion. Nico can’t remember what he was drawing, in the photo he is covering his paper with his whole body, as he leans forward to watch Bianca’s drawing.

 29th of June

Niccolò is at the front door of Will’s apartment.

“I wanted to check in on you,” is all he offers as an explanation.

 17th of December

“Oh, we broke up,” is all Will offers as an explanation, when he and his family land in Milan, a car waiting for them to bring them to Livigno, and his boyfriend of a couple of months isn’t with them.

Niccolò nods with a tight smile, but worry is clear in his eyes. Does he feel like Will is some kind of burden? Is that what it is about? Will turns away, taking his grandmother’s luggage.

Reyna and Hazel are waiting for them at the house. Will has never met Reyna before, she has never been able to come with Niccolò when he visits. She warms up to him quicker than he thought she would, saying Niccolò has talked plenty about him, and it makes Will’s heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t. His soul-mark pulses every second they are in the same room, yet not touching or at least close. Will uses it as an excuse to hang off of Niccolò’s arm for the rest of the night.

“And there, Lidia,” Niccolò says as he and Will show him the house. “Is where Will punched my cousin Percy in the face, thinking he was a burglar.”

Will blushes. His grandmother’s laugh echoes through the house, and Niccolò looks smug and proud. For a moment or two, Will can’t breathe. He belongs here, and Niccolò belongs with him, too. His eyes sting, and he looks away.

 30th of June

Will visits Nico in Rome, in Italy. They travel by bike, and they are on a bridge over the Tevere, whose name Will can’t pronounce, but it’s close to San Pietro. It’s filled with people, and Will is looking at a little girl braiding her friend’s hair, one has red hair, the other is a brunette. When he looks forward again, Nico is some meters away, with the sun kissing his face so well, and his hair getting longer, almost enough to be kept in a ponytail. He smiles, and laughs at something a man says in Italian. He laughs, and over every other noise, it reaches Will.

He curses loudly, falling to the ground, but falling even harder for Niccolò, and now he knows.

He’s in love. Also, he has scraped his knees and a strange bruise with the shape of an almond appears on his cheek the next day.

He’s in love, and he’s been for a very long time, maybe even years.

 25th of December

“I keep thinking of our first Christmas together,” Niccolò says.

Hazel’s laugh reaches them from the living room. They are even more this year. Hazel, Reyna, Frank, Piper and her siblings, Jason, Leo, Percy and his family, Annabeth and Will’s family. Earlier, they even had a video-call with Apollo. He’s trying. They’re all trying.

Will still hasn’t decided what to reply, when Niccolò shakes his head and takes a step back.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he says. “I can’t stand it.”

Will’s eyes widen. His hands shake, the glass of water he had been filling falls in the sink, cracking. The house is filled with loud people, there are a million other sounds, but it’s as loud as a bomb in the kitchen. “What–what do you mean?”

He heard his father saying that to his mother, a long time ago, and the next day he moved out. They separated, asked for the divorce, and now they don’t talk anymore. Will can’t let that happen. He can’t.

He surges forward, and kisses Niccolò square on the mouth. They haven’t done anything like that in a very long time, since that first Christmas together three years ago, when they were barely more than children. Even now, they aren’t all that grown.

Nico relaxes against him. He kisses back. Through the years, Will has always thought that yes, maybe Nico could be interested in him that way, but that they would never be able to do something like this again. That if Will kissed him, Nico would tell him they couldn’t, and step back.

Nico doesn’t step back. They have to break apart somehow, sometime later, but they don’t look away. Nico’s eyes are so, so dark. Will is so, so in love.

“That I can’t do anymore,” he says. His voice is warm, all kinds of soft, and he leaves a trail of pecks on Will’s cheeks, probably one for every freckle. “This I want to do forever.”

 27th of December

It’s all over the news when Nico travels back with Will to America. It’s all over the news, that he’s decided to step away from the crown, and Hazel is now Crown Princess. They have talked about it, and it was her who convinced Nico that she was okay with it, it was something she wanted to do. She also said that she noticed Nico wasn’t happy, hadn’t been for a long time, and that his eyes always wondered to faraway places, even when they were together.

“If being with him makes you happy, and being here and having the crown on your head doesn’t, then I want you to do it.”

During the flight, Nico’s hand stays on Will’s, his thumb stroking with such tender movements over Will’s knuckles, it hurts a bit. They go back to Will’s apartment. Nico is going to look for one of his own, not too far, even though he still has his grandfather’s money if not the Crown’s, so he could buy a whole condo in Manhattan. He wants to be close to Will, close enough to never have to miss him again.

When they are in their pajamas, Austin and Kayla in their rooms, Nico presses a kiss to Will’s forehead, their sides flush together, their feet on the coffee table. There’s a show on the TV, and Nico should thank the director. If not for the plot, since he hasn’t followed it half-enough to know what it talks about, for the way the lights from the TV kisses Will’s face.

“I missed you, too,” Nico says softly. “All those years. I never said it, but I did, too.”

Will lets his head fall on Nico’s shoulder, and takes Nico’s hand to hold it on his lap. He looks up at Nico, through a thick layer of eyelashes, and he smiles. A little smile, because it may take a while for them to be completely okay, but they have all the time in the world now.

“I know,” is all he says.

[winzenni]

i like u (jung jaehyun)

Summary: Having caught feelings for your friend with benefits, you decide to cut him off for good. However, as expected, things don't turn out according to plan.

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: fwb!jaehyun, college!au

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: inspired by the lyrics of “i like u” by Niki! Also tw!very slight smut

“Y/n, can you come over today?” his honey-like voice echoes over the phone.

“U-um, sorry, I don’t think I can, Jaehyun,” you half-heartedly force yourself to say. “I-I’m really busy with the upcoming chem final. I can’t fail this one.”

“Maybe a little stress relief is what you need. We can... study together.” You can literally hear the smirk on his face, dripping with lust.

“Sorry, Jaehyun, I can’t.”

You should’ve known Jung Jaehyun would be a troublemaker in your life. From the moment you first met in high school, when all the girls swarmed around him but he only wanted to talk to you, to when he took you to the senior prom (as friends), to when he proposed becoming friends with benefits in college.

The two of you had always gotten along well and balanced on the line between friends and lovers; that’s just how well you two got along. When he proposed friends with benefits, you thought nothing could go wrong. You guys liked each other enough to be friends and you already knew each other like the back of your hand; from favorite colors to hidden kinks. You should’ve known that like in the cliché movies, romantic feelings would arise.

You can’t do this anymore. This friends-with-benefits thing. He treated you better than anyone else could; he caressed you with care and gentle touches. At the end, he always made sure to take care of you. Sex with him was always more than enough, but at the same time, never enough. Because at the end of the day, he was off without a second thought for you. You were just his comfort and stress relief, his toy when he was bored. But these days, he felt like more than that to you. Lying in bed beside him, you couldn’t help but notice: his beautiful, peachy skin that you couldn’t help but stare at. The way he held you in bed like he cared about you as a lover rather than just a sex partner. In the past few weeks, as your feelings for Jaehyun grew, you decided you needed to distance yourself from him. Resist him just a little longer, and soon, he would get bored of you and leave, and you would never have to worry about him again.

Every day, Jaehyun asked you to come over, but you rejected him with a lame excuse each time, either about studying, not feeling in the mood, or being busy some other way. You just needed to last the weekend, just two more days. Then take your final on Monday, then worry about completely forgetting about Jaehyun later.

You couldn’t even focus in your lecture without thoughts of Jaehyun clouding your mind. Everywhere you looked, your mind turned to Jaehyun and recalled the sound of his golden, honey voice, the way his fingers wrapped around you like they were made to caress your body, the image of his soft, light brown hair matted against his sweaty forehead during sex. You decided you needed something to clear your mind this weekend before the rest -- and infamous frat boy Yuta Nakamoto’s party this Saturday sounded like the perfect answer. He was a bit of an airheaded fuckboy, but everyone knew his parties were god-tier.

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Entering the frat house an hour late.(since you were unable to decide which of your mediocre dresses you should wear), you passed the door to be engulfed in waves of already drunk college students. Some talked in clumps with their friends, others sat passed out on couches, and some were just wobbling around the hallways, already wasted. Flashes of glitter on bodycon dresses sparkled under the dim house lights, creating a disco-like effect on the walls.

Everyone was with a friend, or boyfriend/girlfriend, or hookup, but you were alone. It was a little awkward to enter alone, but then again, you were just here to get drunk, dance a little, and go home, all without thinking about Jaehyun and how conflicted you had felt rejecting him for the past week nonstop.

You instantly headed towards the drinks table, grabbing a red cup and pouring whatever was in the bottle closest to you, then chugging it. The fruity but bitter taste burned your throat, but you just kept going, If this mysterious liquid was what would make you stop thinking about Jaehyun, so be it.

Ten (or was it twenty? Whatever) drinks later, you felt a buzzing in your stomach and in your brain. You barely remembered what you had even drunk. You needed to pee so bad, so you climbed the stairs and searched for an open bathroom.

After relieving yourself, you opened the door and headed back downstairs towards the kitchen, but bumped into a boy with bright red hair tied into a ponytail as you were crossing the hallway. Yuta.

“Oh, hey there, y/n,” He greeted. “I didn't know you came to my parties.”

You and Yuta were never the closest of friends. He was some friend of some friend of Jaehyun, and you had seen him in classes and parties occasionally but never talked to him. In fact, you were surprised that he knew your name at all.

You slurred out some response, but none of it made any sense. Taking another step towards the stairs but stumbling over the carpet, you fell forward into his chest as he caught you with his arms.

“Oh y/n! Looks like you had a good time with the drinks,” he laughed.

You felt him guiding you onto your feet, and then something else, but your intoxicated mind blurred it all together. Next thing you knew, you were pressed against the wall, Yuta’s arms caging you into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.

You had had a lot to drink, but your mind still had your purpose in mind: forget Jaehyun. You kissed Yuta harder, tightening your grip on his back, and pulling him closer. You needed this. Someone to help you forget. As your bodies came closer to continue the kiss, his crotch brushed in between your thighs.

Come to think of it, you hadn't had sex in so long. It had been a week since you avoided Jaehyun but before that, the two of you hadn't met up to fuck for another week or two. Not only were you trying to forget Jaehyun, but you were sexually deprived.

“Baby, we can’t do this here,” Yuta pulled away from the kiss for a moment to let out a soft laugh under his breath.

You realized the two of you were still in the hallway, with others around talking and drinking, uncaring of whatever the two of you were doing.

“No, one more second,” you whisper. “Kiss me a little bit more.”

He presses his lips onto yours for another second before you feel his body being ripped away from you, the sudden loss of heat and change of light making your eyes fly open to see: Jaehyun.

Jaehyun launching himself in between you and Yuta, throwing him almost to the ground.

You see a dark and hungry look in his eyes, but for a second, it seems like an expression of pain and betrayal. But you're so drunk, what's the difference at this point? He grabs your wrist, leading you into the next empty bedroom and sitting you down atop the covers. At this point, you just want to be kissed, even if it's by the boy you were trying to forget about. Hopefully, you think, the action itself can distract you from the person. You lunge forward, smashing your lips onto his, expecting him to do the same like he's always done before, but for the first time, he pushes you off.

“Jaehyun, what's wrong? Just kiss me,” you say.

“No, y/n, I can't, I-”

“Come on Jaehyun, you wanted it so bad literally two fucking days ago. Now you're getting it,” you argue drunkenly.

“Y/n, you're so drunk. You're going to regret this in the morning.”

His words echoed in your head. He was right. You guys had fucked countless times before and done all sorts of different things, and he knew that drunken sex was not your thing. You didn't even like drinking in the first place. And drunken sex was something you hated. You hated waking up the morning after and realizing that last night’s actions weren't a genuine version of you, and regretted letting intoxication control you. But now more than ever, you wanted something to regret, something to pine about to overpower the constant thinking about Jaehyun.

You leaned forward to attempt another kiss, but again, he pushed you away.

“Y/n, you're really drunk. I think you need to get home.” He gripped your shoulders to keep you a steady distance away from him. “Y/n, please. I know you better than you know yourself.”

There. Those stupid fucking words. Those words that a true friend, or a lover, would say. Not a fuck buddy. There he went again with those conflicting words. Reminding you that he was someone, so considerate, who knew you better than you did, and cared for you more than you ever could. And reminding you that this perfect man was just your fuck buddy and could never be your boyfriend.

With all the strength left in you, you pulled his hands off of you and shoved him backward into the bed. Anger and frustration boiled up inside you, built up from months of suppressed romantic feelings and conflicting regrets.

“You’re so -- fuck you, Jaehyun,” you yell, getting up to leave. Before you could turn the doorknob to exit the room, you blacked out.

The alcohol had gotten to your brain. You didn't remember passing out, or the part where Jaehyun ran to your side to check if you were okay. You didn't remember him picking you up, carrying you to his car, and driving you straight home to your apartment and tucking you into bed. All he could think about was you. What had happened to you that you suddenly got so drunk despite your upcoming final? What had been going on in your life that had made you like this? Without words, simply by looking at your face as he removed your shoes and changed you into more comfortable clothes (since it's not like he's never seen you naked before), he could tell all the emotions you had been through in the past week. Anger, frustration, stress, regret, sadness. But why? For now, he just wanted to make sure you were safe and well. Later, he would worry about the words you'd said.

You were always such a bright person, someone that he wanted to know more about and become close with. From the first day of high school, you radiated a smart yet humble aura that differed from the rest of the talkative and arrogant kids. At senior prom, you went with him as friends, but little did you know he had wanted to go as a couple. Seeing you in your red dress, your eyes sparkling under the disco ball, your body softly swaying to the music, that's when he knew.

He liked you. For who you were. You could be doubtful in your talents and abilities, but he always saw you for the kind, devoted person that you were. You were a genuinely good person in his life that he looked up to and he sincerely wanted to see you succeed in life, because you deserved it. More than he cared about himself, he cared about you. He loved you.

But life gets weird in college, and so do hormones. When he first suggested being friends with benefits, he thinks it's that chill thing that friends do, like in the movies, but he’s clearly never watched them closely enough to realize that friends with benefits means no romantic feelings ever. So he thinks he can be your friend with benefits until he moves past his horny college boy phase and wants to confess his romantic feelings to you. But he's wrong, because you've been shutting him out for the past week, and you've gone from friends to strangers.

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The next morning, you wake up groggily in a loose oversized t-shirt, stretching your arms and blinking your eyes to feel a sharp pain from the exposure to light. Recalling last night’s events, up to shoving Jaehyun, you sit up in bed, your head pounding and mind running a mile a minute. What had you said to him? Did you confess? Or agree to keep being his fuck buddy? You needed to sort this out. Grabbing your phone, you put on some pants and head out of your apartment, heading for Jaehyun’s a few streets down. On the walk there, you couldn't tell if your head was pounding due to the glaring 12pm sun, or however many shots you had had last night.

Finally in front of his door, you pressed the doorbell and regretted it immediately. What were you even going to say to defend yourself if you couldn't remember what you said last night? The options run through your mind before the door opens to Jaehyun, whose eyes widen upon seeing your very hungover condition on his doorstep.

“Y/n! What are you doing he-”

“What am I to you?” You blurt out. Maybe that wasn't such a good start.

“Huh?” He says.

“Tell me what I mean to you.” You rephrase. You need the answer to your romantic feelings now, and if it's not the right answer, you're going to walk home and never see him again. And if it's the right answer, god knows what you're going to do. You take a deep breath before revealing everything. “I know we’re supposed to just be friends with benefits, but I started liking you, and I know I'm not supposed to. I don't remember what I did or said last night but I know that you were being more caring than a friend with benefits is supposed to be. You're always like that and it's giving me mixed signals. Tell me what I mean to you. I like you. And if you don't feel the same, that.. that's okay. But I'm not going to do this anymore.”

Jaehyun’s heart pounds at your sudden confession. He’s been waiting years to be able to tell you the same thing. But all of a sudden, he’s unable to get any words out. All he can do is grab you and pull you into a hug and hold you, closer and harder than he’s ever before. The more he compresses you, his years’ worth of pent up feelings and words he’s wanted to say are released. Through his warmth, you feel your feelings being reciprocated.

He doesn't know how to tell you that he feels the same. And he's felt that way for years. He loosens his grip on you to look into your eyes and check that this isn't some emotional outburst or random prank; as expected, it's none of the above.

“Y/n, I've felt the same. Since high school.” He pulls you in for a kiss, but it's not like the past lustful kisses you've had with deep romantic feelings embedded under layers and layers. This one is a real kiss -- pulled up from under its masks of sex and physical gratification. This is your first kiss in love.

[unbelievableholland]

Season of Reunions Part 1:  Happy New Year

<<Previously   Next>>

Pairings: Mob!Hollands x sister!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. Use of guns. Lil' bit of angst. A few swear words. Let me know if I missed anything😊

Words: 2,935

A/N: Wohoo! I completed part 1! If there's anything wrong with the story or there's some errors, please let me know. It's like, 4 am where I live and I JUST finished this fic. I read it about 5 times but I'm still unsure whether I missed anything or not 😅😂

Song recs/songs involved in this fic:

Grow As We Go - by: Ben Platt

Summary: You, Y/N L/N, were adopted by 2 mysterious agents. You knew you were adopted and you never thought about your original family. Being content with the life your parents gave you, why would you? That was, until your parents are killed and you're left to fend for yourself and with a lot of questions unanswered.

(Moodboard and digitally written quote made by me. Pictures found on Pinterest. Credits to the original owners ❤️)

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This was NOT how you expected your day to go. One moment you were eating a burger relaxing on a park bench and then the next, you’re running through the forest getting shot at, food forgotten. To hell with that burger. You swear to God if you trip right now, you’re dead.

Through the trees and the shrubs, you saw a clearing where you can maybe lose whoever is fucking shooting at you. Even though you’re not sure whether they’ll catch you or not, you are sure of one thing. You sure as hell won’t die tonight.

You keep running until you made it to the small clearing and turn a hard left. Left, right, left, right. You don’t really know what you are doing or where you are headed, but as long as they lose your trail, you can figure everything out afterwards. You saw a group of thick trees where you are headed and decided to go run towards the shade provided by the trees. You are lucky it was even dark enough so that they couldn’t see you.

Hiding behind one of the thick trees, you look slightly behind you and the tree, eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. You are careful though so that they wouldn’t see you.

As you predicted, they don’t know where you are. You heard talking but not enough to hear full sentences. You tried your best to listen anyway. Maybe you could even get some info about…anything at this point.

You are sure you heard the word “mob” and your name. Now, you are more scared and probably even more screwed. A fucking mob is after you?!

Yes, you knew people were trying to catch you, heck, maybe even kill you! You think, maybe a few rivals of your parents? Maybe even a hitman? but not a freaking mob!

If a mob really is after you, you’re really going to have to up your game. They’re clever, and they work mercilessly. They don’t just blindly attack. If you want to fight off a mob, you’re going to have to outsmart them. Hopefully, they are only after you to catch you or rob you. Not kill you.

What they want from you though, that’s a different question. You don’t even know why they’re after you. It’s not like you have any relation to any mobs or an asset to them, right? I mean, yeah, you’ve heard your parents talk about them before, but never because they were after you or because they were after them. Maybe that’s one of the things they kept secret? Whatever it is, you have a feeling that you’re going to find out soon.

For now, you just shake the thought out of your head. You can worry about that later, but now, you have to find your way out of the forest. Yes, you’ve gone through this forest before but not this particular part of the woods. You’ve never gone this far.

Would it be a good idea to just camp out here until it’s morning? No. Definitely not. What if the people who were just trying to shoot you came back?

With that, you start trying to retrace your steps. Turning around to check the dirt for any shoe prints.

Fortunately, the boots you are wearing had a unique print at the bottom of it. Looking at the ground, you see the trail your boots left while you were trying to run for your life. You follow it to; hopefully; get out of these woods. Wimbledon forests aren’t that vast anyway. You just haven’t explored all of it often enough to remember.

Walking back was a nightmare. It took about half an hour due to your shoe prints getting covered by twigs and leaves. You got back safely though. Now, you just have to figure out how to get back to your place without getting noticed by anyone who looks like one of the guys who were chasing after you. The streets are more crowded now after all. Mostly because of the fireworks. So, they may not attack, but they might follow you.

There are now two options. Either, you go back to the house your parents left for you, or you go somewhere else before going back to the house so anyone who might be following you, could lose your track.

You scan the area. At the moment, you are in a pretty secluded part of Wimbledon. You try to remember the way to your house as best as you can since you’ve never really been to this part of town often before. Wanting to get home as soon as you can, you start walking to wherever seems familiar. At the same time, thinking about moving somewhere else instead of staying in London.

Living where you are now, is difficult. Especially with the people surrounding you. You think that you would have gotten used to the lonely life you have. Living alone in a huge ass mansion certainly gets boring after a while.

You see, you know that your parents left you with a lot of material things, but that notebook is the only thing you have from them that you remember being given to you personally by your parents. Basically, the only sentimental thing you have from them.

Judging by how they lived before, you can assume that they prepared some things for you to continue living as normally as you can if something ever happens to them.

They knew a lot of people and they had a lot of friends. For example, your auntie Jo. She isn’t really your aunt, but you called her that because she was the person who you cared about the most and who cared for you just as much in return. She is also the person who gives you the things your parents told her to give and provide for you. You are pretty sure that if your parents trusted her enough for that, you definitely could too.

That’s how you got your house and practically everything you owned. Your parents apparently bought it for you in case things got dangerous and they were forced to send you somewhere else for your own well-being. This is usually the part when you think, were they expecting something to happen to them? So much so that they practically have everything prepared for you in case they died or in case you got left alone?

You originally lived in New York, but you got sent here by Jo when they heard about your parents getting murdered. They found you crying on the park bench near your house. They introduced themselves to you as quickly as they could and took you immediately to the airport while they collected your things from your former house. Once you got to your current house, they explained to you what happened and what will happen. How your life was going to be from then on.

But as to who “they” are, you’re still not sure.

Jo is the only person you know here. She is the one who teaches you since you’re homeschooled, and the one who checks on you on a regular basis. She’s like a second mom to you.

That’s basically how it started, and now you’re here. Walking back with your clothes dirty to a place where you know no one will be waiting for you.

Yes, you have Jo, but she’s only there in the morning to teach you and to leave you with some extra money. Sometimes she visits so you can have some bonding time. That rarely happens though. You can tell that she’s a busy person.

When she leaves at night, you never know when or if she’ll come back because of how dangerous you know just being around you is. You trust her enough to protect herself though.

Stepping into your house, you look around and turn the lights on. This place is huge. One big bedroom for you with a king-sized bed, a big ass guest room with four twin beds (not like you’ll ever need it), a training room/gym, a home theatre, and a lot more. Even though you’ve been here for five years, you’re still not used to it.

You live in the luxurious part of Wimbledon. It’s pretty quiet here. There’s a lot of guards outside though. They guard the house, but they don’t really care about you. They’re just doing it for the salary. I mean, at least you don’t have personal bodyguards. That would be annoying. It’s mostly because you convinced Jo that you don’t need them. Well, more like showed.

You showed her your skills by letting her watch you train in your personal training room inside the house. She was surprised because, even though she knew you have been training all your life, she didn’t expect you to be this good.

After turning on the lights in your living room, you went straight to the kitchen to grab some sandwiches to take to your bed room. Climbing up the stairs, very tiredly since, you literally just walked an hour and a half through a forest and probably another hour trying to find your way back home. You could’ve just called Jo to send someone to pick you up, but you didn’t want to bother her.

The moment you stepped in your room, you collapsed onto your bed. The sandwiches landing softly beside you. Yes, you are dirty but you couldn’t bring yourself to care since you are exhausted. You can just change the sheets later anyway.

You are just about to fall asleep when you remembered that you should probably text Jo to tell her you got home safe from the park. Of course, leaving out the “dudes trying to shoot you” part. You wouldn’t want her to worry.

You grabbed your phone and texted her a quick:

“I’m home, and I’m fine. Love u”

You set your phone down, but before you take your eyes off the screen you see that Jo replied.

“That’s good. Stay safe and remember to take care of yourself. Love you too”

Every time you see a message like that, your heart swells. It’s a nice reminder that a person actually loves you and is there for you whether you need them or not.

You lay down on your bed, staring at the ceiling and wonder. Why? Why are the people surrounding you act like you’re some princess they need to take extra care of? Even the guards outside are very strict with you sometimes. Even if they don’t personally care, it’s like, it’s their job to keep you as overly protected as possible. You get to go out, but you have to tell Jo to tell the guards that you can. You don’t know why your parents had so many people to watch over you, but it’s something that you just learned to accept. Your life is already complicated enough. Didn’t stop your brain from thinking of possible explanations though.

You might think having almost everything would make you happy, but you would trade the entire house just to have someone to always be with you. Just to have one best friend. Except for Jo of course. Well technically, you do have many people around you.

The only one of them you know though, is Jo, but sometimes, when Jo’s busy, she sends some random adult to watch over you. It’s even more suspicious because those people usually wear suits. Like it’s their uniform or something.

You’re not even sure if your parents were actually government agents. Probably more like, agents from a different or even a secret organization. They did pretty shady stuff. Something that you don’t think the government would even do.

They didn’t tell you that though. You just saw some files about people they were “tracking”. You saw those cork boards with yarns and pictures of different people and different places. It was when you were about seven years old when you went inside their room to take a look inside. Your parents didn’t know of course.

You were always a curious kid. A smart curious kid. Some people would even go as far as to say that you are a genius. A prodigy. You choose not to dwell on that topic though. Wouldn’t want to turn into a big-headed prick.

However, no matter what you do, no matter how many times you try to distract yourself, you just can’t forget about that stupid notebook. The one that was hidden in your drawer. The one your mother gave to you. The notebook that you don’t even think Jo knows about, and that’s saying a lot since she knows everything. Well, almost everything.

If it’s just a regular notebook, you probably wouldn’t think much of it, but mostly, it’s the letters engraved on the leather cover of the notebook.

For Y/N

You know that it isn’t just a regular notebook your parents would probably buy as a gift for their child.

It was and is for you.

And the fact that it appears to be a few years old and used, makes it seem more like something was written in there specifically for you to read. Like it’s very important.

You sit up on the bed. Thinking carefully about your next move.

You decide to stand up and walk towards the drawer. Getting the key from the jewelry box you have on the table next to it, so you can open the small locked dresser attached to your door desk.

When you finally open it, you immediately see the notebook.

Your heart beats faster. Your breathing quickens. The palm of your hands starts to get sweaty.

This is really not the time to have a fucking panic attack.

Closing your eyes, you try to calm yourself down so you can prevent past traumas from resurfacing.

Fuck.

Still, you don’t calm down. You decide that it’s probably not the time to read the notebook. You quickly walk to your bed, not before grabbing your guitar on the side of your bedroom door though. Maybe singing or even just strumming a tune on your guitar might help you calm down.

Breath in, breath out.

Placing your fingers gently on the strings, you strum one of the songs you remember Jo singing so you can calm down during these impending anxiety attacks.

You take a deep breath, as you strum one of the songs Jo introduced you to. Closing your eyes to imagine that, instead of yourself, it was your mom singing the famous Ben Platt song.

You say there’s so much you don’t know

You need to go and find yourself

Memories of the time spent with your mom and dad are played like an old movie inside your head.

You say you’d rather be alone

‘Cause you think you won’t find it tied to someone else.

Smiling to yourself. You thought this song is perfect because your parents never wanted you to be alone. They would want you to grow up with someone. To grow up like a normal kid.

Ooh, who said it’s true?

That the growing only happens on your own?

They don’t know me and you.

I don’t think you have to leave

If to change is what you need

You can change right next to me

It’s funny how things can turn out. Your parents didn’t want you to be alone, didn’t want you to grow up as a person who didn’t trust anyone.

Couldn’t trust anyone.

When you’re high I’ll take the lows

You can ebb and I can flow

And we’ll take it slow

And grow as we go, grow as we go.

You slowly stop singing and gently fade out the chords to the song. As you open your eyes, you realize that your breathing has gone back to normal, and your heart rate slowed down.

You know, deep down, that your mother was telling you something when she gave you that notebook. That she wanted you to know something. Something you just had…have to know.

It’s been 5 years; almost six; and you still haven’t opened it.

Would it really be that bad?

You have to open it. You have to know what it was your parents were trying to tell you.

But do you really?

No, no you do not. Would it really hurt to just, live without knowing? To forget about what could possibly hold the answers to your bazaar life? You know the answer though.

So, without thinking, you stood up and ran to your dresser. Fumbling with the notebook with how fast you got it since you didn’t close the dresser. You open it, and you see, taped at the back of the cover, is a black ring, with a chain looped through it, making it a necklace.

You are about to detach it but your phone rings. Startling you and almost dropping the notebook. You figure it’s Jo calling, so you set the notebook down. Momentarily forgetting about the matte black ring to go and answer the phone call.

Hearing a very cheery Jo speak through the phone,

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Oh right.

You almost forgot that Jo wasn’t here all day because she went to spend time with some people. You didn’t know them. Maybe her family? At least it sounds like she is having fun.

How could you even forget that it was New Year’s Eve? Especially when you went to the park specifically to watch the fireworks show the town had set up.

You sigh.

“Happy New Year Jo”.

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Mine (T. Dermott)

Another request from the adorable @eikoxx 🥰💙

“Y/N, come with us!”

“Yeah, come on! Please!”

I roll my eyes and laugh quietly from my bedroom at my friends. One of my biggest regrets in life was giving them each keys to my dorm. They know I have work to catch up on, and I told them earlier that I wouldn’t be able to go out tonight, despite the fact that I said I could the day before.

“Y/N!” Travis bursts into the room, almost falling over from the momentum of him running basically through my door. “Y/N, come on!! You can work later. Please. We all have so much more fun when we’re with you,” he pleads.

I start to shake my head, but Kasperi, and then Auston and Mitch, followed by Willy, wander into the room behind Travis. “I literally cannot stand you guys. I don’t know why I’m friends with you. I should’ve taken the fucking job in Ottawa or something.” All four of them laugh at me, knowing that my mocking means they’ve convinced me to come. “No, I’m not joking. I literally hate you guys,” I continue as Kap sits at my desk which I’ve just deserted. Travis plops his ass down and sits cross-legged on the floor, Auston sits on my bed, allowing Mitch to crawl into his lap, and Willy leans casually against my door frame.

“Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be ready to go,” I mutter under my breath, and Travis jumps up to hug me and spin me around.

“We love you, Y/N!” He cries. I push him away laughing and gather together clothes, picking out an outfit with the guys’ help.

•••

Twenty minutes later, we’re in the car on the way to a bar called BarChef. It’s Willy’s pick, being his turn since the last time we went out he was the DD.

“Where do I go now, babe?” Kappy asks for the fifteenth time this drive as we come to a red light.

“Left,” Willy responds, squeezing their hands together, which are interlocked between them.

I try to fix my hair, using my phone as a mirror, when Mitch steals it from me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “You look beautiful, don’t worry.” I rest my head against his shoulder and look out the windshield. Auston, Mitch, me, and Travis are squished in the back of Kappy’s car, but it’s nothing new. None of our cars legally fit more than five people, but we make it work.

I look over at Travis and catch him almost glaring at Mitch, but when he looks at me his face changes. I look at him questioningly, but he pretends not to notice. “How’s school going?” He asks instead.

“Good,” I say carefully, still very confused. “Good, I’m enjoying all my classes. I still have no idea what I want to specialize in.” I’m in my last year of university at U of T, and I’m really enjoying it, although it’s quite challenging.

“It’s okay,” he tells me. “You still have med school, then your residency, right?” I nod. He actually listens when I talk to him, unlike my girlfriends. “So you still have a really long time to decide. Residency will help you decide, I think.”

I smile at him. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only other person around, my chest constricts and my temples throb. I look away suddenly, staring at his shoes. I’ve never felt this way with Travis before, and I’m kinda freaking out. ‘It’s just Derms,’ I tell myself. ‘He’s one of your best friends. Just Travis.’

We pull into a parking lot of what looks to be a very busy bar. “Nicely done, Willy. You guys are gonna get noticed and I’ll just be left in the corner doing my own thing.

“Trust me, you idiot, nobody here likes hockey. It’s way too nice a place for sports fans.”

I laugh at him as the five of us climb out of the car. Travis takes my hand in his as Auston takes Mitch’s and Kap takes Willy’s. It’s a running joke that Travis and I will forever be single, and that the two couples shove their cute relationships in our faces.

When we walk into the bar, I immediately understand what Will was saying. It’s a modern, mature bar. Nothing that a Toronto sports fan would ever be caught dead at. A few girls sitting at a table near the entrance turn and stare at the guys, then glare at me. Travis notices and protectively puts his arm around my shoulders. “Jealous, much?”

“Of what, me hanging out with you guys? Please, I could do so much better.”

He laughs loudly and attempts to mess up my hair as I sit at a barstool, but I catch his hands and shove him into his seat. We’re both laughing like idiots and the guys are watching amusedly. Auston sits on the other side of me and leans into me slightly. “I don’t know how you two haven’t gotten together yet,” he chirps.

“Oh shush,” I respond as the bartender comes up to us to take out orders. We get our drinks and continue chatting and laughing. As I suspected, the guys get noticed by a group of good-looking girls. Their collective attention is away from me for about 15 minutes as they talk with the girls. I play with my straw and stare at my phone, pretending there’s something very enticing on the screen, when a tall, handsome guy comes and sits next to me in Travis’ seat.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and gravely.

“Hi,” I smile politely at him, hoping to make my disinterest obvious.

“Can I buy you another?” He asks, gesturing at my half full drink.

“No, I’m okay with this.” I turn away from him, when suddenly his chest is against my back and I can feel him breathing down my neck.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t want to say no to me,” he says into my ear. I flinch away, disgusted. I turn back around on the stool to face him.

“Excuse me?” I demand, sitting straight up. He moves close to me again, sliding between my legs. I glance over to where Travis and the guys are, still facing away from me. I take a deep breath and think about what to do. If I move away, he’ll get even angrier with me. He’s not as big as my friends, I could probably defend myself against him if I needed to, but I don’t really want to have to. I look over again at the guys, and Travis turns to look at me, a smile on his face. As soon as he looks at me and sees the guy, though, his face falls.

Travis ignores the girls and comes over to me quickly and shoves the man off of me. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” He demands.

“And who are you to ask?”

Anytime I’m put in this situation, the guys easily slip into the same lie. “Her boyfriend, fucker. Not that it’s any of your business.”

The man refuses to move, instead rolling up his sleeves. “Derms, stop,” I whisper. I know he hears me, but he chooses to ignore me.

“I wouldn’t try to fight me if I were you, bud,” Travis chirps, and I shake my head.

“Travis-“

The man's fist hits Travis square in the jaw, and his eyes flash. It’s his hockey face. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, leaning my elbow against the bar counter and leaning my head into my palm. It’s so easy for him to get pissed off when it comes to protecting me or any of his other friends or teammates.

Travis uppercuts him in the jaw, hard. Auston and Kap are at his side, with Mitch and Willy close behind. The amount of men facing off the man seems to intimidate him. He shakes his head and looks at me once more. “You’re going to wish you didn’t say no one day,” he tells me, turning to leave the bar. His words disgust me, sending a chill down my spine.

Travis wraps his arms around me, his eyes soft again.

“You okay, Y/N?” Kappy asks, rubbing my arm supportively. I smile at him.

“Let’s go,” Auston suggests. I start to shake my head. This is all the guys wanted to do tonight. Forget the stress of hockey, just chill and probably get wasted.

“He’s right, Y/N. It’s okay. We’ll go back to Travis’ and just play chel or something,” Mitch chimes.

The guys nod and grin at me. “I love you guys, you know?”

“Love you too,” they coo.

•••

Back at Travis’ place, we’ve all changed into more comfortable clothing. The guys have small pieces of their clothing at basically every team members’ houses, so they’re wearing their own clothing. I’m wearing a pair of Travis’s sweatpants, which I have knotted tight at the waist, and his team sweatshirt. We’re lounging on the couch, playing chel and cod while stuffing our faces with pizza and pop.

We laugh and yell at and throw pieces of popcorn at each other. I’m sitting next to Auston, my legs resting across his with my back against the armrest of the couch. Travis is sitting on the floor in front of me, his hair brushing my leg when he moves. Mitch is sitting next to Travis, in between Auston’s legs. Kappy and Willy are squished together on the armchair against the other wall, all of us focusing on the chel game between Will and Aus.

I continue kicking Auston’s arms slightly, trying to get him to press the wrong buttons. “Babes, will you please fucking stop,” he says for the fifteenth time. I giggle and stop momentarily, resting my legs to continue shortly.

“I thought I was babes,” Mitch whines, craning his head back to look up at him.

When the play stops, Auston leans down and kisses him. “You’re my babe.”

Mitch smiles, satisfied. Willy’s biting his bottom lip as he skates the puck up to Auston’s net and skates back and forth in front of it. He shoots and the puck ends up in the back of the net. The living room erupts in cheers and Auston slumps back into the couch, defeated once again.

Mitch crawls so he’s on his knees and stretches to kiss him. “I love you anyways,” he says, and Willy makes a face like he might vomit. Kappy pulls him into his chest before he can chirp them and kisses his hair. I look at Travis and catch him staring at me.

“What?” I whisper, smiling gently.

“Nothing,” he whispers back, shaking his head slightly. I mess his hair as I stand up to go to the washroom, trying my best not to kick Mitch in the back of the head. I feel eyes on the back of my head as I leave the room, but when I turn Travis is staring pretty much through the television.

After many more rounds of chel, the guys start getting their stuff together to head home. We decide to leave our dress clothes at Travis’, knowing we don’t go out places with any other groups, the losers that we are. I’m slipping on my boots while the guys are decide who gets to drive and who to drop off first.

“Kap, you drive,” Auston suggests. “You can drop Mitch first, and I’ll just stay the night. Then bring Willy to his place then go home.”

Will is staring at me, the only one to remember how far out my student residency is from everyone else’s houses. “Uh, it’s okay. I’ll… take an Uber?”

“Are you sure?” Mitch asks, a worried look on his face. “It’s really late.”

“Yeah, I’ll, um, I’ll be okay,” I say, glancing out the window at the pitch black.

“No, no, Y/N, stay the night.” Travis says from further inside the entrance hall.

“Hm? Are you sure, Derms? You have practice tomorrow morning and I don’t have any classes.”

“Yeah, of course. You can come to practice with us, or just chill here. Whatever. Just stay, please.”

I’m still not sure. It’s not like I haven’t stayed over at each guys’ place at least once, but I feel bad because he has to wake up early. But he’s giving me his stupid puppy dog eyes, and nobody can say no to Travis when he does that. “Fine, okay, I’ll stay,” I mutter, toeing off my boots.

“Okay, we’ll get going,” Auston says, and we give hugs and say goodnight. Once they all leave, Travis shuts and locks the door behind them.

“Do you want other clothes to sleep in?” He asks, not really looking at me.

“No, I think I’m okay.” We try to tidy up the living room a little bit, picking up empty pizza boxes and half-full bowls of popcorn and chips in comfortable silence. “Hey, thanks for sticking up for me at the bar.”

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. What are best friends for?” He smiles at me wide.

I smile back, and we look at each other. His eyes are so blue, so bright. “Yeah, best friends,” I whisper, picking up a can from the ground and glancing up at him again. He hasn’t moved, still looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. The same clenched chest, throbbing temples, falling feeling from the car comes back. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it doesn’t help. My heart beats faster, if anything.

Travis drops the two pizza boxes he picked up on the coffee table and moves toward me. He takes one step, two steps, and he’s right in front of me. It would be so easy to close the small space between us. I feel his breath against my lips, and it would be so easy-

Suddenly, it’s not an idea anymore. One of his hands is on my waist, the other under my chin. And his lips are on mine, his body is flush against mine. He pulls away suddenly and looks at me. “Okay?” He asks breathlessly, his blue eyes flicking between each of mine, searching.

“Okay,” I whisper back. He leans in and kisses me again, sending my stomach into flips. My chest clenches again and my temples throb with yearning. But I don’t try to will the feeling away now. Instead I pull him closer to me. I want all of him, and I don’t try to deny it anymore. Because this is Travis, my best friend in the world. And this is Travis, my favourite person in the world. The only person that matters in this moment. My person. And I tell him by kissing him with every emotion and word I’ve been keeping back. His arms are strong against me and his hand is in my hair. I clench his shirt in my hands and pull him closer. “You’re mine,” I manage to whisper when he pulls away slightly for air. “I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, Travis,” I tell him.

He laughs gently against my lips. “You are very mistaken, love. I have been waiting for this moment from the moment I met you. You, Y/N, are mine. And I’m gonna let the world know.”

[chimchimsauce]

Sanctuary (16 FINAL)

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she’s been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary’s Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

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Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

By the time YN gathers her wits enough to climb back upright and chase after him, the wolf is long done, wet, icy footprints all that are left of him. Jimin hadn’t closed the door when he ran blindly into the night, giving YN no barrier in chasing after him.

“Jimin!” she shouts into the night, eyes wide and panicked, breath turning into smoke as soon as it leaves her lips, “Park Jimin!”

The night is silent, the cold chilling her exposed skin to the bone. She hardly notices at all, the sound of the complete silence deadening all her senses. She breaks into a run down the street, picking a random direction and hoping that she’ll be able to catch up to him.

YN isn’t sure how long she’s out in the freezing temperatures, calling for Jimin fruitlessly, but she almost jumps out of her skin when a pair of warm hands land on her shoulder. With a startled scream, YN pulls away, turning towards her apparent attacker. Kim Taehyung stands there, hands raised in a sign of good intent.

“Woah, woah, woah, YN! Calm down, it’s just me,”

“Taehyung?” YN asks, beginning to notice the chill finally as the man snaps her out of her hysteria, “What are you doing here?”

Her friend looks bewildered.

“What am I doing here? I rushed over as soon as our call cut off and - but nevermind, let’s get you inside! It’s literally snowing out here and you’re practically wearing nothing. Your lips are blue,”

Gently, Taehyung leads her back to her house, her front door standing open and small drifts of snow taking up space in the doorway. The man kicks out what he can with the sole of his boot, shutting the door while YN stands shivering right beside her couch.

“Jesus, YN, what happened? Why are you running around like a madwoman in the middle of winter? Where’s Jimin?”

Almost instantly, the girl collapses into the startled Taehyung’s arms, tears slipping down her freezing cheeks and stinging as she desperately attempts to draw breaths in. Her body isn’t listening to her it seems, as she continues to cry loudly, clinging onto Taehyung like a lifeline.

Although he’s confused and slightly frightened, Taehyung holds the girls closely, patting her gently like he’s seen in the movies. When her cries finally calm down slightly, morphing into ugly hiccups, her leads her to the plush sofa, sitting her down gently and tossing the throw she keeps on the furniture over her goosebumped legs, rubbing them quickly over the fleece.

YN rubs at her temple, a headache already making herself from her sudden fit.

“What happened, YN? What’s going on?”

“I - Jimin - he,” she pauses, sucking in a large gulp of air and taking several deep, slow breaths, “I had Jimin soaking in ice water when you called me. I slipped away to answer you, and then we had our conversation. But he must have slipped out of the water, hormones or whatever, and then the next thing I knew he was hugging me from behind. I was startled, and I dropped and broke my phone,”

The girl grows quiet for a moment, as if she’s processing her story as if she wasn’t the one who was telling it.

“I suggested your solution. It was dumb, I was dumb, but I was frightened of him. You frightened me with all of your possibilities because it seemed like things were going as you said they would . . . that maybe I would wake up one day in a vice grip I couldn’t escape from. But I should have known better. I should have known better,”

She’s shaking herself, arguing with herself it seems.

“You don’t him, Taehyung. I do. I know Jimin. I know he wouldn’t have done anything. I knew, really I did. But I was afraid, so I asked him. You should have seen his face. You should have seen it, Taehyung!”

She’s yelling now, anguish bubbling to the surface.

“He looked so hurt. So broken! Worse than he ever looked when he talked about his past, worse than when we broke him out of Saint Mary’s, worse than I’ve ever seen! I didn’t know someone could look so . . . so  . . . defeated. Like he had his heart ripped out. It was me who made him feel that way, me! I’m the monster here, Tae!” Another sob, short, like she’s grasping for breath in the middle of drowning, “Because he was waiting for me! He sat there and bawled his eyes out talking about all these hopes and wishes I didn’t know he even had, hopes and wishes that all had something to do with me. I hurt him. I hurt him because I couldn’t even say anything as he bared his soul, as he confessed he was in love with me, Taehyung. I couldn’t even say anything, just say there uselessly, and now he’s gone into the wild in nothing but a damp shirt! He doesn’t even have shoes!” She wailing now.

On the other side of the couch, Taehyung sits with an uneasy feeling in his stomach, guilt flaring up inside of him.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, throat dry and eyes burning.

“It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault but mine! I did all of this!”

“Do you love him?” Taehyung asks quietly.

“What?” she asks with a sniff.

“Do you love him?” Tae repeats, leaning forward and searching her red eyes.

“I - I can’t love him, Tae! I can’t! We’re - it would never work. He’s not human, Taehyung. We could never have a future together. I haven’t even let myself think about it. A hopeless pipedream,”

“You’re an idiot, YN. An actual idiot,” the man says harshly.

“What?” she asks, not expecting the sudden change in his tone.

“Jimin is just as human as you and me. He bleeds the same way, he cries the same way, his soul is every bit as legitimate as mine or yours. The only thing that makes us different is that foolhardy scientists with a god complex did torturous experiments on his ancestors, that his senses are heightened, that he has to go through this heat every time the first of the year rolls around. If you’ve been holding out on loving him because you think he’s something less than you, you don’t deserve him,”

YN stands in a fit of rage, shoving Taehyung harshly.

“Of course he’s not less than! How dare you even suggest I think he’s below me?! Jimin is the sweetest, most giving person I’ve ever met, Taehyung! He’s so easy to make happy, so willing to do things for others, such a bright person despite all the shit that’s been tossed his way!”

“So you’re saying you love him?”

“Of course I fucking love him! Maybe not the way he loves me, not yet, but I can’t even imagine living without him, Tae! I can’t even dream it!”

Standing up and brushing the remaining bits of snow off of himself, Taehyung grins at her, placing a large hand on top of her head.

“Then we’ve got a hybrid to find,”

But despite all of Taehyung’s outreaching and mysterious connections, the two of them are unable to locate Jimin, spending hours every day searching near and far, hoping that one of Tae’s people will be able to find him. Every day that passes YN grows more concerned, worried sick over Jimin.

Is he safe? Has he found somewhere to sleep? Does he have food? Clothes? Is he warm?

The optimistic part of her wants to believe that Jimin is perfectly okay, that he’s somewhere and not even thinking of her, moving on with his life and heading out to make something of himself.

But a larger part, the frightening part, can’t help but think he’s tucked away in some run down shed in the middle of nowhere, starving and freezing to death, wishing for his end to come believing he’s unloved, that no one will miss him when he’s gone.

Nearly three whole weeks pass by in terrible silence, YN barely able to drag herself to work, her health depleting as the fate of Jimin rots her from the inside. She’s nearly given up when Tae gives her a call, telling her that he’s finally found a lead, a man by Jimin’s description spotted in a grocery store about twenty miles away. His man had followed him to an abandoned looking house just off of a dirt road hardly traveled.

YN stops herself from feeling relief, afraid to be disappointed like the last two false calls Tae had reported to her. She doesn’t think her heart can take another disappointment.

When Taehyung’s old pickup rolls to a stop with a whine, YN sits stone still inside, eyes glancing at the house through a small smattering of trees, run down shackles falling off of its roof, the front door ajar and barely hanging onto its hinges, the tired looking paint peeling off off the outer walls.

“Are you ready?” Taehyung asks, breaking the dead silence.

“No,” she whispers, a sinking feeling falling into her gut.

“Me neither. Let’s go in,”

The two walk towards the house, their feet leaving marks in the thick mud and slush on the ground. The sight of a third pair of fading tracks seizes YN’s heart, her breathing speeding up. She clenches her fists in anticipation, remembering the martial arts she took as a child in case things go south.

The house makes a squeak as her feet stand on the rotting porch, YN glancing to Taehyung in a vain attempt to make herself feel better. The man had offered to check this out himself, but YN had insisted on going with him.

All the duo find in the abandoned house is a plate of messy leftovers on a broken down table in the kitchen, like the person eating had to leave in a rush and tried to eat as much as they could before departing. Nothing else is in the house except for the smell of decay and the few rats and roaches lingering in the corners, watching them with suspicious eyes.

YN is just about to call it a day, heart already bruised when there’s a groan coming from the floorboards. YN almost believes she’s hearing things until another sound come, a whining noise, and she and Taehyung give each other a glance. They sweep the place, more carefully this time, and Taehyung finds a loose floorboard he yanks up, wiping his dirty hands on his pants. The board hid a small wrought iron handle which he grasps tightly, pulling up.

For a moment nothing happens, but eventually the house yields, a cold draft seeping up from the gaping hole in the floor.

The noises are louder now, a grunt making its way up to their ears. YN, unable to see anything, presses a covered toe into the blackness, nearly falling when her foot makes contact with nothing but the air.

“I’ll go first,” Taehyung suggests, but YN shakes her head, sitting on the floor and slipping into the darkness.

Her feet hit the floor a bit unsteadily, YN flailing but righting herself.

Before she can call out, she finds herself pinned by a pair of glowing golden eyes, a growl ripping out into the void.

She can hardly see, but she softens at the sight of those familiar eyes, bright with anger. She takes another step and he growls again, but she ignores the clear warning, getting closer until she’s squatting right in front of him.

He makes a whimpering noise, looking away from her, eyes closing in an attempt to pretend she’s not there.

Jimin had been so hurt, is still so hurt when YN looked at him without saying a thing, so hurt when she broke his heart. It was worse than any pain he felt before. He’d left in a blind wave of hopelessness with the realization of something he’d kept suppressed for years.

He’s truly unlovable, isn't he? How could he delude himself into thinking someone as sweet, brave, so fucking perfect as YN could ever look at him the way he looked at her.

So why is she here? Why, when he’s already accepted that nothing good was meant for his pointless life.

“Jimin,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid being too loud might shatter him.

It just might.

“Go away. Leave me alone,” he whispers, exhausted.

He’s tired. He’s so tired of being kicked around by the world. He doesn’t have the energy to stand up against it anymore, to fight against it.

YN doesn’t pay his words any attention, arms looping around his thinning waist, pulling him closer to her, laying her head on top of his bony shoulder.

“It’s my fault, Jimin. Mine. God, it’s not what you think. Not at all. I - I just thought your heat was making things fuzzy for you, that all of your words and actions were just consequences of that. I thought that the two of us had no business being anything more than friends to each other, that nothing could ever work out, that you’d come to resent me in the future. But Jimin,” she laughs slightly, pulling herself closer to him, “Living without you is hell. Being without you is hell. You’ve made me realize how beautiful the world is. It must be, for someone like you to live in it, for you to be alive and breathing the same air, for you to be there, holding me in your sleep, for your laugh to be the most heavenly sound I’ve ever heard, for your smile to make any shitty day a million times better. My life is better with you in it, Jimin, so much better that I can’t go back to living without it. And I’m sorry I’m so shit with feeling and I’m making it complicated but - I guess what I’m trying to say is -”

There’s a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob as the hybrid’s arms wrap around her as well, squeezing so tightly she can hardly breathe. But it’s the noise, the noise she loves so much to hear, dusting across her neck.

“You’re an idiot,” he says, nuzzling into her.

“I know,” she replies, tears gathering in her eyes.

“But I’m an idiot too,”

“I know,”

“And I’m so in love with you,”

She cries as she kisses him, hands tangling into his knotted hair, his warmth seeping into her.

She doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

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A/N

I want to thank you all for going down this journey with me, for reading my little story and hopefully feeling something. Thank you to those who commented, sent asks, liked, reblogged, and those who did none of those things, but still took the time out of their lives to read Sanctuary. This story has a special place in my heart.

Don’t worry, this won’t be the last of it you see, I promise!

Love you all! 

[squishykpoptummies]

hey! sorry if you dont write this kinda stuff but would u be able to write a yoonkook fic where jk is very afraid of gaining weight and works out all the time but yoongi really wants to see him become all soft and cute, and eventually jungkook starts growing out his clothes bc yoongis been secretly feeding him and at first jungkook is very insecure but he learns to love his new softer body?

a/n: this got way longer and angstier than i wanted it too oops. but it is possibly the fluffiest angst i have ever written, which shouldn’t be possible but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i like how it came out so that’s something lol. ((alsooo it gets a teeny bit nsfw?? but just for like three sentences and nothing actually happens yoongi just has a very active imagination))

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It was five in the morning, and Yoongi was awake. He didn’t want to be awake, obviously, but his idiot of a boyfriend had very loudly knocked something over. Yoongi groaned.

“Ah! Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook whispered.

“Just get back in bed, Kook.”

There was silence after that, and Yoongi blearily opened an eye to find Jungkook worrying his lip between his teeth, looking intently at the floor. “But I have to go to the gym.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. You made me skip yesterday, so I have to go today.”

“Hey, you woke me up, so you come make it up to me. We can fuck later, or something, that’ll be your workout for the day.”

Jungkook flushed brilliantly. “Hyung,” he whined.

Yoongi reached out towards him, making grabby hands, and if he weren’t half-asleep, he’d absolutely hate himself for it. “C’mon. Sleep now.”

Jungkook sighed, but gave a small smile nonetheless as he climbed back in bed.

–

“Whoa, what is all this?”

Yoongi looked up from the book he was reading, dog-eared the page and then got up to greet his boyfriend. “Just got some takeout,” he said, pressing a short kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “How was work?”

Jungkook was still staring at the table, filled with a large array of takeout containers. “But this is enough to feed, like, ten people, how are we supposed to eat of this?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We can have leftovers. I mean, they won’t be as good the next day, but whatever. Go change out of your work clothes and let’s eat; I’m starving.”

Jungkook nodded slowly before making his way to the bedroom. Yoongi watched him go, taking in the amazing view of his ass straining against his work pants. Jungkook had always had a fantastic ass, but in the past few months, it had just gotten even better.

Okay, honestly… that was kind of Yoongi’s doing. He hadn’t been trying to fatten his boyfriend up, per se, he’d just wanted to younger boy to let loose once in a while, and maybe stop going to the gym fucking six days a week. And, to Yoongi’s surprise, it worked.

He’d convinced Jungkook to just go to the gym three times a week instead (though he did insist on having sex more frequently, to “compensate,” as he put it, but hey, Yoongi wasn’t complaining), and also increase the number of cheat days he allowed himself, which Yoongi filled with tons of sweets, chips, ice cream, anything Jungkook wanted, really. And the results were showing.

In the last few months, Jungkook had slowly developed a layer of pudge that covered up his abs, his thighs had gotten thicker, his pecs softer, and his cheeks rounded out adorably. And of course his ass. It was beautiful.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi was jolted back to reality and greeted with the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend, now in pajamas. The same pajamas that, two months ago, had been pretty loose on the younger boy, but now showed off a small but definitely there tummy, clung to love handles when he turned just so, stretched the fabric along his upper thighs. God, he’d never get over how perfect Jungkook was.

“Oh, yeah, hey. Let’s eat.”

–

It was eight-thirty and the food was gone. Yoongi was shocked. Jungkook was shocked, but was also seconds away from slipping into a well-deserved food coma because he ate like six fucking servings of Chinese food.

Yoongi let out a low whistle. “Looks like we finished it.”

“I’m so full I think I’m going to die.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Yoongi chuckled. Jungkook’s stomach now pressed tightly against his shirt, perfectly round, but definitely painful looking. Yoongi wanted to touch it so bad. Wanted to touch all of Jungkook, feel out his new curves, learn this new body. And he wanted to fuck right now, go over to Jungkook and straddle him, his stuffed tummy pushed against Yoongi’s softer one, touching, feeling, ride him until he can’t see straight, until they both become so undone–

Stop, stop, stop, now was not the time, he needed to be present for Jungkook, get him to bed, probably give him some antacids, etc. And he needed to have a sit-down conversation with Jungkook about this. At some point. Maybe.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook breathed, looking down at his stomach. “I look like I ate a watermelon or something.”

“Pretty small watermelon. Wanna sleep it off?”

“If I move I think I might puke.”

“Well that wouldn’t be good.”

“Mmm. Definitely an undesirable outcome.”

“Wanna belly rub?”

Jungkook gave Yoongi a Look out of the corner of his eye. “That’s kinda weird, hyung.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Just thought it might help. Don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry.”

“No ‘sorry’s. I’m getting you antacids and then I’m putting you to bed.”

Jungkook gave a small smile. “Sounds good.”

–

It all came to a head three weeks later.

“I’m back,” Yoongi announced, slipping off his shoes. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, looked to the living room, expecting to find Jungkook on the couch, watching TV or something, as he’d been more prone to do lately. He wasn’t there. “Kook?” he called out. No response.

But the door to their bedroom was closed. Maybe he was taking a nap. But when he went to open the door, it was locked. Weird. “Kookie, you in there?”

There was definitely movement from the other side, feet shuffling on carpet, drawers opening and closing.

“Don’t come in!” came Jungkook’s voice. And it sounded… panicked?

“You okay in there?”

“Fine,” Jungkook said, voice strained.

“Will you let me in?”

“…No.”

Yoongi sighed. “Jungkook, I really don’t wanna use the master key, but I will. If I have to. You know I would. There is literally no reason for this door to be locked. Let me in before I start thinking the worst.”

There was silence for a moment, two moments, and Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, tried to remember where they last put the key, and then the lock clicked. Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and slowly pushed opened the door.

Jungkook was seated on the edge of their bed, head down, body tense, and Yoongi tried to scan him over for any possible injuries, but the large sweatshirt he was wearing did a good job at hiding his body. Yoongi stepped over the piles of clothes strewn about (why were all their clothes on the floor?) and sat down next to Jungkook.

Yoongi looked him over again. “Any injuries.”

Jungkook sighed. “No.” He let out a shaky laugh. “You do always think the worst.”

Yoongi huffed. “Habit. Hey, can you look at me?”

So he did. Yoongi bit his lip at the sight of Jungkook’s red, puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You’ve been crying,” Yoongi stated softly. “Why?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“C’mon. What happened.”

“I dunno. Nothing.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi said, voice warning.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. Can we move on?”

“Well, it obviously matters if it’s made you this upset.”

“I just,” Jungkook looked to the ceiling. “I don’t… feel good, about myself, I guess.”

Yoongi stayed quiet. He knew there was more.

“None of my clothes fit.”

Oh. That’s what this was about. “Because you’ve put on weight?”

Jungkook nodded to the ceiling. “It’s… I feel so weird. Like. My body isn’t mine anymore.”

Yoongi considered this. “Well, you’re still you.”

“I know.”

“I think you look really good.”

“You’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.”

Yoongi clucked his tongue. “I don’t lie.”

“You cheat at board games.”

“That’s different.”

Jungkook cracks a smile. “Sure, hyung.”

“Kook-ah. I need you to look me in the eyes when I say this.”

Jungkook turned his gaze to Yoongi, who gently took hold of the younger boy’s hands.

“I love you,” Yoongi said, trying to put as much emphasis behind the words as possible. “I love you so much. You’re on of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and nothing will change that, especially your weight. If you want to lose some, that’s fine. If you want to stay where you are, that’s fine. If you want to gain more, that’s fine. All I want is for you to be healthy, and be happy. And I want you to let me help you. Yeah?”

Jungkook nodded. His eyes had gone glossy, and Yoongi’s own felt suspiciously wet, throat tight, face hot.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook whispered.

The kiss they share is soft, slow, wet with tears– happy tears? relieved tears? Yoongi wasn’t sure, but they didn’t feel like a bad thing. He felt warm, secure in the arms of the person he loved and who loved him back.

They resurfaced after a few minutes. “Do you wanna keep talking about this?” Yoongi asked quietly.

Jungkook took in a deep breath. “I don’t know how I feel about the weight yet. I don’t really wanna think about it that much.”

“Would fucking me make you feel better?”

Jungkook choked, burst into giggles, funnier than it should’ve been, broken tension freeing. “Horny bastard.”

“What can I say?” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m dating the hottest guy on earth.”

Jungkook shook his head, smiling, impossibly cute bunny teeth poking out, and nudged into Yoongi’s shoulder. “We should, like, totally do that at some point tonight, but honestly? Right now I just want to watch some anime and eat a lot of popcorn.”

Yoongi smiled, pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “That can definitely be arranged.”

[mauridianhallow]

A L L O F T H E Q U E S T I O N S

Good shit good shit this took me ages holy hell enjoy you meme loving fucks Q's for you to A Do you have a favourite sweater? I actually do, it's that kinda folded over stretchy grey one I always wear, y'know? I wore it to The 1975 and, from what I hear, it was awesome. (Although I can't remember bc I was Gin Drunk) What’s your middle name? Lawrence...no judgement...Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? I don't, I wonder how's she's doing. Heard she was studying History from her friend I met in a bar one time. Glad to hear, she was nice. Do you get on with your grandparents? I did! Sadly it's been a few years since they passed but I very much did. What was your favourite cartoon as a kid? Hmm, it's a tough one, between the 90's X-Men TV show they played on repeat on Fox Kids or Ben 10 when it wasn't absolute shit like the remake. Yeah I'm bitter. What’s your favourite cartoon now? Archer lol Do you read the news paper? Yeah pretty much every day...I swear I'm not an old man. Who was the last text you sent to? My friend Laura, asking if they'll still be at the park when I finish work. What does the last text you sent say? "Y'all still gonna be there when I get away?" If you could have any hair colour what would it be? Idk I like the one I have. Do you like nature documentaries? Not really my cup of tea to be perfectly honest. What is your aesthetic? Climbing a mountain at a 90° angle in Skyrim on a horse. When did you last pet a dog? ''Twas yesterday. Whose friend’s parents do you like the most? The twins'! They employ me! I literally get paid to hang out with friends some days that's the good shit! Have you ever been on a road trip? I've been on a couple, longest was a drive to Southern Spain from Scotland! Was awesome! Tell me about someone you know called Emma? Went to school with her, cool gal, she saw HP in London and I'm jealous, shoutout to @weewildelassAre you reading a book in english class, what is it? Oh god I'm old. I haven't had or attended an English class in over 2 years. Do you have a favourite Aunt? Well considering she also employs me...hell yeah, shoutout to my Aunt K you legend! Baths or showers? Baths for comfort and treating yo self, or sharing...😏...Showers for quickness and weird snapchats at 3am...😂 Skiing or sun bathing? Sun bathing my dude. Do you kill spiders? Sometimes, sometimes not. Have you ever made an ice pop? I have not. Are you wearing shoes right now? I'm not wearing anything rn. Tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher? Let me tell you about Mrs. Mary "The Bonecrusher" Highland, and how she was such an iconic, legendary, influential and inspiring woman that she was the person you sent into the bad fucked up schools in movies and have them all pass with straight A's, she ran a tough ship and was slow to praise but when she did, she went all out, and made you feel like what you had achieved was truly a feat. Oh and she encouraged children to learn and think for themselves, genuinely encouraged you when you said you were interested in something even when it went above and beyond the curriculum. She was charitable, friendly, and spoke to you like you were an equal, and a worthy one at that. Mrs. Highland was literally so influential in so many people in my class being successful, free minded, hard working adults that she deserves a goddamn award. And let me tell you another thing, at the end of my First Year in College, I went back to my old Primary School for a teaching assistant internship because I knew the school was becoming a bit run-down and out of control and I wanted to help the way that Mrs. Highland had, and who had they just asked to come out of retirement, come back for TWO WEEKS, sort shit out and then walk away into the sunset like some goddamn Old Lady Teaching Avenger who appears when needs were greatest? MARY FUCKING HIGHLAND, I GOT TO HELP ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD HEROES BE AN ABSOLUTE TEACHING LEGEND AND REALLY INFLUENCE SOME GOOD IN A KIDS LIFE, THAT IS THE SHIT! Seriously though, she truly is one of the good ones, they don't make em like Her anymore. Who was the last person you hugged? I think that would be my mother actually hahah. Do you wear glasses? Occasionally. Do you have a cat? I sadly do not. Do you have a favourite pair of underwear? Not a favourite pair exactly more like a favourite kind?? Next All-Black, that's the good shit, makes my ass look great among other things. What was your last tweet? "How the fuck do you work twitter" about 5 years ago and I haven't used it since. Do you still use Facebook? I do, rarely. Do you like birds? Aye pal birds, blokes, the lot. Who was the last person you called cute? That genuinely would be my niece, or you lol Who was the last person that called you cute? This is a strange answer but a regular in my work. Long story. How did you meet your best friend? I literally turned a corner and ran into a group of emo's in like Fourth Year at High School and I haven't looked back since. Escalators or elevators? Nah m8, trick question, I'd rather take the stairs. Does wonders for the thighs. Are you named after anyone, who? Ahaha yeah my dad, both my granddads, and Saint. Christoper (Catholic mum yo) What was your first url? I have no idea. Autumn or Winter? Winter I can't lie. Do you win at scrabble? I do not lol Put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by? "American Idiot", Green Day. Classic. Have you ever drunk from a mason jar? I have not. Can you draw? Barely even write m8 let alone draw. What was your first profile picture? I think it was Kenny from South Park. Favourite t-shirt? God I have no idea. Best tumblr friend? Shoutout to @bepizzazzed and @double-dorks-beanie and @hesitant-butthole When did you last run? Tonight when as a joke my friends took my jacket and tried to get it on top of a climbing frame? lol I had it back in seconds and decided to get some payback ahah Do you like to paint your nails? Not particularly fussed, not a look I could pull off. Did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble? I did more things to get me into trouble as a kid that anyone should ever do. And I still did it. Who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours? Trick question, all of them. Have you ever been drunk? Literally so many times. So many. Have you ever done something you regret while drunk? Some-thing? Some-one? Getting into a slutty dance off with a professional dancer? Stealing a mannequin? The exact words "I can easily make this jump..."? The exact words "Watch this lads"? The exact words "Shots won't do me any harm"? The exact words "Another Venom? Aye no bother!" The exact words "You can crash at mine if you like...?" You get the picture...I do messed up shit I'm drunk, and yet, I continue to do so. Do you want to kiss anyone right now? Ronald McDonald ngl for the sweet sweet invention of double cheeseburgers. Do/did you like you math teacher? I had a crush on both of my maths teachers, Mr. Kelly and Mrs. Hendry, both of which contributed to me turning up to class, but also contributed to me failing said classes bc I was too busy looking at them and being a hormone ridden, horny 16 year old boy, than I was doing maths. Do you often ride the bus? I do, everyday I'm in College. Do you have a fireplace in your house? We do actually it's getting renovated right now. Are you violent when you’re angry? God no! Do you cry when you’re angry? No, I rarely get angry and when I do it can only be described as dry anger. Favourite Harry Potter book? It has to be OotP, fight me. Can you remember your last dream? I can, and let me just say, Chris Pratt, thank you. Do you go to bed early or late? "Do I go to bed?" would be a better question. Do you speak a second language? I speak various levels of different languages. Some if you dropped me in their respective countries I could find my way about, albeit difficultly, and others I can ask for the bar and the bill and that's about it. Who was your first ever best friend? A boy called Dean. Have you ever had an operation? I've had a couple yeah. Tell me about your favourite cousin? His name is Reece and he's a meme loving shit and I love him the whacky bastard. Do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away? During what can only be described as the Greatest Summer of My Teenage Years; the Legendary Summer of 2014, I wore on my feet almost EVERY DAY a pair of Classic Chuck's, they cost my poor wee mum like £60 the Christmas before but they were too big and when it finally hit summer they fit perfectly. I wore them every time. If you've ever read the book Me Before You or watched the film you'll know what I mean when I say they were my bumblebee tights. Have you ever been in a musical? I played the Cowardly Lion in my school play as a kid. Do you have a porch? I do not. How many times have you watched your favourite movie? At least 100 no joke it has to be. Empire Strikes Back. What do you order at McDonalds? Plain double cheese , small fries, Oasis Summer Fruits and maybe a coffee. Do you get on with old people? Worryingly well. Science Fiction or Romance? Sci-Fi m8. Do you take naps? Anytime I can. How many classes do you/did you take in High School? In my final year I took 3 classes. At its height I think I was doing 9 classes. When did it last snow where you live? A few months back. Does it ever snow where you live? It's Scotland...hahah it very much does. How many months until your birthday? 12 m8. How much charge does your computer have right now? 42%What is your favourite Disney Channel Original Movie? I don't actually think I had one. Sorry. the City or the Sea Side? Jokes on you fool, you can have both. What is your least favourite colour? Beige. Who tf likes being beige. Do you have homework to do? Nah. Are you still friends with your first best friend? I am not. Do you have/are you the gay cousin? I have an asexual cousin, bug more often than not I'm the gay cousin. Do you own dungarees? They can look cute on peeps. Do you like to play sport? I do, not to the extent I used to but yeah. What was your favourite ever Christmas present? My baby nephew. How old are you? Ugh I'm 20. Do you ever use Internet Explorer? Not for s long time. Have you ever had blonde hair? I haven't no. I wanted to but sadly I was a kid. When did you last see the person you have a crush on? Well considering I fall deeply in love with strangers who are nice to me on the train, that question is crazy. Who did you last talk to on the phone? Laura. Pants or Dresses? This question is a lot funnier in the UK and even funnier in Scotland where a man can wear one, but to do so, he's not supposed to wear the other 😉 Do you read fan fiction? Not anymore y'know. What is you’re favourite blog? @mauridianhallow is a pretty cool blog you should check that shit out Do you write poetry? I HAVE written poetry before. Drama or Comedy? How dare you insult The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt by suggesting you can't be both. Have you ever had a hickey? Perhaps...perhaps I have. Perhaps I cannot remember how I got some of them. Perhaps I should stop buying the ENTIRE bar a round of shots knowing all too well that almost every one of these people will offer to buy me drinks all night and then I won't pay shit for another drink until the night is over. Perhaps I should...I won't but I fucking should. And perhaps this has on certain occasions resulted in hickeys I don't know.

[razzledazzlefoshazzle]

1-200?

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My crush’s name is: Cassie

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I was born in: 1998, Australia, NSW

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I am really: I am really annoyed that you wanna know so much about me anon y u do dis

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My cellphone company is: Optus

196:

My eye color is: Brown

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My shoe size is: 11 Australia Mens

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My ring size is: i dont know

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My height is: 181cm or 5′10″ i tihnk

192:

I am allergic to: NOTHING I AM UNSTOPPABLE

191:

My 1st car was: No Car

190:

My 1st job was: I was an assistant at some guys authentic pizza shop. He was an asshole and i shouldve killed him before quitting.

189:

Last book you read: Ready Player One

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My bed is: My bed is my one true love and warm machine luv u bb

187:

My pet:  I have 2 dogs they’re fluffy love muffins called Pepsi (boy) Bella (Girl) ill post photos of them later!

186:

My best friend:

@schotts-fired

at this point i have as many memes with Kat as i do my real life best friend.

185:

My favorite shampoo is: Really nice smelling ones.

184:

Xbox or ps3: PS3

183:

Piggy banks are: Piggy banks are dumb i have a golden pineapple for my spare change.

182:

In my pockets:  earphones.

181:

On my calendar: every friday i do stuff but thats it

180:

Marriage is: cool

179:

Spongebob can: produce good memes

178:

My mom: Isnt nice i probably wont talk to her once i move out.

177:

The last three songs I bought were?Buying? Songs?

176:

Last YouTube video watched: Masculinity by Mr Sark

175:

How many cousins do you have? at least 3

174:

Do you have any siblings? 3 Brothers and a Sister ive seen twice

173:

Are your parents divorced? Yes

172:

Are you taller than your mom? Hell yeah shes a goblin at like 150cm.

171:

Do you play an instrument? No

170:

What did you do yesterday? I slept, watched movies, complained about the internet being down.

[ I Believe In ]

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Love at first sight: Not unless its a dog

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Luck: No but if someone does something better than me they’re lucky >:(

167:

Fate: No

166:

Yourself: No

165:

Aliens: I wish they would fix everything

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Heaven: Questioning my religious beliefs lately

163:

Hell: ^

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God: ^

161:

Horoscopes: No but they’re funny to read

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Soul mates: No.

159:

Ghosts: NOT BUT LIKE ALIENS I WANT THEM TO BE REAL GHOSTS PLEASE BE REAL.

158:

Gay Marriage: Yah its about as good as straight marriage

157:

War: its about as shit as i am

156:

Orbs: what are these?

155:

Magic: Refer to both ghosts and aliens.

[ This or That ]

154:

Hugs or Kisses: Hugs

153:

Drunk or High: Drunk

152:

Phone or Online: Online

151:

Red heads or Black haired: Red Heads

150:

Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes

149:

Hot or cold: Cold

148:

Summer or winter: Winter

147:

Autumn or Spring: Spring

146:

Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate

145:

Night or Day: Night

144:

Oranges or Apples: Apples

143:

Curly or Straight hair: Straight

142:

McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds

141:

White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate

140:

Mac or PC: PC

139:

Flip flops or high heals: High heals like healing in video games am i right?

138:

Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and Poor

137:

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

136:

Hillary or Obama: Obama

135:

Burried or cremated: Burried so i may rise again!

134:

Singing or Dancing: Dancing

133:

Coach or Chanel: What

132:

Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:Who

131:

Small town or Big city: Big City

130:

Wal-Mart or Target: Target

129:

Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler

128:

Manicure or Pedicure: neither? 

127:

East Coast or West Coast: East coast cause western australia is a bunch of weirdos

126:

Your Birthday or Christmas: My birthday cause giving gifts is hard and spending time with people is easy.

125:

Chocolate or Flowers:Chocolate

124:

Disney or Six Flags: Disney

123:

Yankees or Red Sox: is that sports?

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

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War: War Never Changes

121:

George Bush: He definitely did sleep with that woman.

120:

Gay Marriage: Good again!

119:

The presidential election: Trump is a rollercoaster of emotion ranging from bad to worse. At least the memes are good!

118:

Abortion: Choice

117:

MySpace: Had some pretty good games on it

116:

Reality TV: awful

115:

Parents:  My parents? Out of the 4 ive had i like one of them.

114:

Back stabbers: What kind of question is this i hate them.

113:

Ebay: Dont use ebay really.

112:

Facebook: The thing i use so real life friends can contact me its trash.

111:

Work: My experiences have been, less than pleasant.

110:

My Neighbors: I dont know any of my neighbours but they’re rude and dont reply to my hello’s.

109:

Gas Prices: i dont fucking know

108:

Designer Clothes: I dont care for clothes i wear tshirts and trackies all the time.

107:

College: No opinion on call egg.

106:

Sports: Fun to play boring to watch

105:

My family: i like my dad and my brothers

104:

The future: must be better than now?

[ Last time I ]

103:

Hugged someone: someone i wasnt related to like a month ago

102:

Last time you ate: literally always

101:

Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: last friday

100:

Cried in front of someone: fucking years ago i dont cry in front of people anymore

99:

Went to a movie theater: like a month ago

98:

Took a vacation: never

97:

Swam in a pool: 3 months ago

96:

Changed a diaper: never

95:

Got my nails done: a year ago

94:

Went to a wedding: also a year ago

93:

Broke a bone: never

92:

Got a peircing: never

91:

Broke the law: never

90:

Texted: couple hours ago

[ MISC ]

89:

Who makes you laugh the most: myself, anime

@schotts-fired

88:

Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the internet

87:

The last movie I saw: Taking of Pelham 123

86:

The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Finding my happiness again

85:

The thing im not looking forward to: my ex making social interactions awkward again

84:

People call me: Jack

83:

The most difficult thing to do is: get out of bed, finish breakfast

82:

I have gotten a speeding ticket: no

81:

My zodiac sign is: Sagittarius 

80:

The first person i talked to today was:

@whoneedsasociallife

79:

First time you had a crush: Primary School one of my Teachers

78:

The one person who i can’t hide things from: Nobody.

77:

Last time someone said something you were thinking: Constantly

76:

Right now I am talking to: Nobody

75:

What are you going to do when you grow up: Anything hopefully ill be happy

74:

I have/will get a job: Someday

73:

Tomorrow: Movies with dad, night with friends

72:

Today: nothing

71:

Next Summer: nothing

70:

Next Weekend: also nothing

69:

I have these pets: 2 diggity doggos

68:

The worst sound in the world: the sound my computer makes when it bluescreens while music it playing

67:

The person that makes me cry the most is: my ex

66:

People that make you happy: almost nobody

65:

Last time I cried: like 5 hours ago

64:

My friends are: trash shit garbage

63:

My computer is: absolute trash after so many issues im planning on getting a new one

62:

My School: sucked complete ass i was abused by a teacher

61:

My Car: doesnt exist

60:

I lose all respect for people who: no answer

59:

The movie I cried at was: anything that involves any form of friendship and love, or dogs dying

58:

Your hair color is: brown

57:

TV shows you watch: read my about

56:

Favorite web site: tumblr/youtube

55:

Your dream vacation: the fucking moon

54:

The worst pain I was ever in was: I had a cough last year that completely killed my voice and tore up my throat, coughed up blood

53:

How do you like your steak cooked: Well Done

52:

My room is: Clean and tidy af

51:

My favorite celebrity is: none

50:

Where would you like to be: in the future

49:

Do you want children: no

48:

Ever been in love: yes it fucking ruined me

47:

Who’s your best friend:

@schotts-fired

we already have more memes than my irl best friend

46:

More guy friends or girl friends: girl friends

45:

One thing that makes you feel great is: memes

44:

One person that you wish you could see right now: nobody tbh

43:

Do you have a 5 year plan: nope

42:

Have you made a list of things to do before you die: climb Mt. Everest, thats it

41:

Have you pre-named your children: nope

40:

Last person I got mad at: myself

39:

I would like to move to: a place with good internet

38:

I wish I was a professional: Twitch Streamer

[ My Favorites ]

37:

Candy: Red Licorice

36:

Vehicle: Shopping trolleys i guess

35:

President: Obama

34:

State visited: I dont travel

33:

Cellphone provider: Optus

32:

Athlete: None

31:

Actor: None

30:

Actress: None

29:

Singer: None

28:

Band: None

27:

Clothing store: None

26:

Grocery store:None

25:

TV show: Doctor Who

24:

Movie: Cant remember

23:

Website: Tumblr/Youtube

22:

Animal: Dogs

21:

Theme park: Wet n’ Wild

20:

Holiday: New Years

19:

Sport to watch: None

18:

Sport to play: None

17:

Magazine: None

16:

Book: Ready Player One

15:

Day of the week: Friday

14:

Beach: Nobbys Beach 

13:

Concert attended: None

12:

Thing to cook: Potato Bake

11:

Food: Pork Ribs

10:

Restaurant: Any place that sells pork ribs

9:

Radio station: None.

8:

Yankee candle scent: what

7:

Perfume: no

6:

Flower: any that can go in my hair like a hipster

5:

Color: Purple

4:

Talk show host: John Oliver

3:

Comedian: Louis C.K.

2:

Dog breed: Shiba Inu

1:

Did you answer all these truthfully? maybe i dont know myself

Fuck you anon you cant stop me im dedicated as heck and butts fight me.

:Update: I went and updated these cause my internet came back!

[clevernewdimension]

Inhumans Part Three

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future. Blood and torture warning.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

The next two weeks were pretty bland. Yixing was avoiding me at all costs, I assumed it was because of guilt. The only time I saw him was when I took his stitches out, but he wouldn’t even look at me. Before I could try to talk to him, he was pulled away by Jongdae for something important. ‘Planning about the next move’, whatever that meant. Jongdae seemed to sense that I wasn’t happy, since he did pat my shoulder and told me ‘he’ll get out of his own head eventually’. I got the feeling that he does this often. Everyone got so busy that the only times I saw them were at breakfast and dinner, which were pleasant. The only two people who kept by me consistently were Baekhyun and Jongin.

In the day when everyone was busy, I walked around the place. Few rooms filled with weapons, a basement that was locked, few other rooms that were like living rooms, with a tv and things like that. One particularly adventurous day, I climbed up the stairs in the clock tower, only to be met with a locked door.

From my adventuring, I noticed that the reason they didn’t eat meals in the huge student dining room was because it was made into a training area. Jongin told me it was because the gym of the school was a building over and the roof was unstable. So they took all they wanted out of it and put it there. Baekhyun insisted that it was rather comical since the exact moment they finished, the roof finally caved in.

I found myself there some days, in workout clothes running on one of the five treadmills that were there. I didn’t necessarily like running, but since I wasn’t allowed to leave, this was the only way I’d get my body moving. The room had stereotypical gym items. Weights, work out machines, punching bags. The other half, however, looked like cross between a parkour dream and a gymnast's fantasy. Tons of stuff to jump on, climb and swing from. It went from the floor all the way to the ceiling. There were balance beams, a huge trampoline that looks like the kind they have at the Olympics. In the center of the room there was a wrestling mat, separating the two sides.

A wrestling mat that was currently being used.

“What’s the point,” Sehun pouts, looking up at Minseok who had, for the seventh time in a row, forced him to the ground.

The older man laughs, “Sehunnie, you’re getting better. I used to be able to throw you around like you were a noodle. Now you’re actually a bit of a challenge... like an uncooked noodle now.”

Sehun sits up, giving his hyung a playful glare, “Besides Kyungsoo and his super strength, you’re the strongest member, so I hardly see why you make me embarrass myself my wrestling.”

Laughter fills the air, “Well, to be far, I’m fairly certain that Baekhyun is the weakest member now.”

Sehun crosses his arms, “Hyung, that’s not really a compliment, since Baekhyun hyung probably couldn’t even rip wet paper.”

I stop the treadmill as they both are laughing from what Sehun said. I try to leave the room quietly, attempting not to disturb them any longer. As I got to the door, a gust of wind rushes past me and shuts it. Turning back, I see Sehun with a smirk.

“Did you really think you’re walking out of here that easily,” He says, his arms crossed.

I sigh, walking back towards them, sitting on the edge of the mat. “What is it that you want?”

“Nothing really,” He says, standing up.

Minseok hits him on the arms, “Sehun. Be kind.”

Sehun pouts, “I’m just treating her like I treat all of you.”

Minseok ignores him, “Do you know how to fight, y/n?”

“Well,” I say, “I know weak spots on the body. Actually hitting them effectively is a different story altogether.”

Sehun smirks, “So what you’re saying is that there are now two people here I could beat at wrestling?”

“Sehun, don’t be proud of that, she has literally no fighting experience. If you didn’t win that would be an embarrassment!” Minseok gives him a glare. He looks at me, with a smile, “You’re probably like your Mom then. More of a lover than a fighter.”

“Well,” I say, opening my water, “That’s why we both went into medicine in the first place.” I take a sip of my water, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“So all I’m hearing is that it’s Kyungsoo hyung, Minseok hyung, then either Junmyeon Hyung or Yixing Hyung, Which who knows since they’ve always been back and forth. Then Chanyeol hyung, Jongin hyung or Jongdae hyung, Me, Baekhyun hyung, and them Y/n,” He says, before running a hand through his hair. He puts a hand on his chin, “Actually you’d probably be able to beat Baekhyun hyung…”

“What are you talking about,” I ask.

“How strong everyone is,” Minseok explains, “Baekhyun isn’t a fighter, so if you two fought, who knows what would happen-”

“They’d probably stop and have tea or something in the middle of the match,” Sehun mutters.

Minseok shakes his head at Sehun, “It’s a bit of a matter of pride around here for those of us who are not Kyungsoo. I’ve been helping Sehun, and he’s getting better. I think he could beat maybe Chanyeol, but we’d have to have another wrestling tournament to find out.”

“Hyung,” Sehun says, “Um… we should probably teach her how to fight. Since we dragged her into all of this, if something happens, she should probably know how to defend herself…”

“That’s true,” Minseok agrees, “We’ll have to talk about it. I’ll bring it up at dinner tonight.”

Sehun smirks, turning to me, “Go on. Hit me.”

“What? Why,” I ask, shaking my head. “Why would I hit you? I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” Minseok says, before he shrugs. “Well… you don’t look like you could hurt anyone. Even Baek.”

I pout, glaring at Sehun. “Where?”

He turns, pointing at his left arm, “Have a go, and at least try to make it hurt. Don’t curl-”

“My fingers around my thumb, I know,” I said, getting up. Standing to his side, put my fists up, “I’m a doctor, I’ve treated idiots who’ve fought before.” I let out a deep breath, twisting my body. I swing my fist with momentum and it hits his upper arm. My fingers hurt, as I pull my hand away after Sehun barely even moved. “Ow!”

“So, how was it,” Minseok questions, looking over at Sehun’s arm, “Looks like there could be a bruise there soon. A little one, though.”

“Little because her fists are so tiny, like her,” Sehun counters, smiling playfully.

“Hey,” I mutter, “Really? Height jokes? Ugh.”

“Honestly,” Sehun begins, ignoring what I said. “That stung quite a bit. Better than I expected. Be a lot better if your stance wasn’t all fucked up, but you’ve got potential.” He crosses his arms and smirks, “Though, I’d suggest that if you want to be at least a little intimidating, try not to say ‘ow’ after punching someone.”

“Maybe this’ll help,” Minseok says, placing his hand where I hit Sehun.

“Hyung no,” Sehun whines, “Stop, you’re so cold!”

In a puff of smoke, Jongin appears, looking around. He was in all black, from his jacket to his shoes. They normally wear all black if they were out raising some chaos, as it’s easier to hide in the middle of the night. His hair was all in his face and drenched, dripping. His eyes land on me, “Y/N, we need your help!”

“What happened,” I panic, “Is Yixing hurt again?”

“No, oh no, not that” He replied, seeming a bit apprehensive. “Um… you’re needed for your power, actually.”

“No,” Sehun says, the playful smile fallen off his face almost instantly. “Are you talking about the man in the basement that we’ve brought in yesterday? Don’t drag her into that!” He walks over, putting himself between be and Jongin. His back taking up all of my view.

“We need to know if what he’s saying is real or not,” Jongin argues back, “I know… I know it’s bad but if we’re going to risk our necks on this then we need to make sure it’s the truth.” He looks over to Minseok as he walks over, “Hyung, please.”

“I agree with Sehun,” He states, his voice colder than before. “Once she sees THAT, she’ll never be able to unsee it. She’ll hate it, you know that.”

“You don’t know that hyung,” Jongin argues back. “She isn’t weak like some of you all think!”

I roll my eyes, “SHE can also speak for herself!”

“You see,” Jongin says, pointing. “Besides, it’s someone who is connected to her mother’s killer.”

Everything else falls away as the three men before me continue to argue. I tighten my hands into fists, feeling tears form in my eyes. I get tunnel vision as memories of my mother and I flash in my mind. If it’ll help them, I’d want to do it. If it help find my mother’s killer, then I’d absolutely want to help. “Take me,” I say, my voice void of all emotion.

Minseok looks at me, “Y/N, are you sure? Because this will change you forever if you see this and It’s not a decision that should be taken ligh-”

Before he finishes, I was teleported away. The room was dingy and some of the lights flickered. The walls were unpainted cement blocks, completely bare with some missing bits and pieces. To the left was a table with items and weapons, some of them completely drenched in blood. I move my eyes and see a man tied to a chair, bruised and bloodied with his hands bound behind his back. His hair was red, as red as the blood coming from his lip and other cuts from the body. There was a drain under him, and a steady stream of blood and water fell, screaming this echoing sound that filled the air. There was a portable blow torch to the side, and a man with his back facing me, who held a metal rod to the flames. It was glowing a bright orange color. He was wearing dark jeans, running shoes and a white tank top, all of which was completely covered in blood.

“Please stop,” the man in the chair begs, his voice hoarse from screaming. “I have a family, would you really take a father away from their kids?!”

“Why should I care, you helped to take a mother away from her daughter,” the man with his back to me responds, running his hand through his black hair. A chill runs up my spin, recognizing the voice, but not the anger and hatred that came from it.

I found my voice, it was very tiny in comparison to the rest of the noise in this room. “He’s lying.”

The man in the chair looks over at me. Bile rushes up, but I manage to hold it off for now. He glares at me, “No I’m not, you cunt! You couldn’t pos-” He stopped talking and started screaming as the bright metal was placed in the middle of his chest. The man in the chair screamed in agony and when the metal was removed, some cooked skin came with it. The smell was absolutely vile and his screams pierced my ears.

I, once again, fought off the urge to vomit that burned the back of my throat. Blood and gore, I was use to. I wasn’t use to torture and seeing someone I know as a kind individual doing the torturing.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Yixing threatens, a glare on his face so dark and dangerous, it even scared me a bit. There was specks of blood on his face, dried and fresh. He looked like a completely different person. He turns, look at Jongin with that same glare. His voice was dark and deep, “I told you not-”

“You were getting nowhere,” Jongin explains, before disappearing in a puff of smoke once more.

Yixing shakes his head, turning to look at the man, not even daring to look at me. He places his hand on the man's arm, and I watch as all his wounds heal as if time is sped up. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was perfectly healthy once more.

It made sense, now that I think about it, to have Yixing torturing someone. If someone didn’t want the person they were trying to get information out of to die, they would have to stop after a while and go easy on them. If you could just heal them instantly, the torturing never has to stop.

The man glares at Yixing, “I told you, I have no more information to give you.”

The warm cloud hit me once more. My mind feeling like someone placed a blanket over it. “He’s lying.”

The man glares at me, his eyes wide with hate... it’s unsettling.

“I knew it,” Yixing says, placing the metal in the torch's flame once more, setting it down, taking off the glove we wore to protect himself from the residual heat. Yixing purposely moved slowly, showing that he could do this all day and patiently wait as he kept searching for answers. He picks up a knife from the table, crouching down to look up at the man. “Tell me. Who hired your men to kill Nayeon,” His words dripping with so much hatred it was unsettling. All traces of the kind man I know weren’t there. Just coldblooded disgust.

“Why does it matter,” He says, “He said he just wanted her gone to see if we can get the fucking job done like he wanted. It was a practice run to see if he wanted to use us again for the future. He said he just picked someone at random from the street.”

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the smell and what was happening before me. My stomach was rolling, it was hard to keep everything in my stomach down as I spoke, so I only said a word. “Lying.”

A scream echos in the room, piercing my mind. Taking a deep breath, opening my eyes. I see that Yixing stabbed him in the thigh, his knife resting there.

“What are you,” The man screams at me, “Some Inhuman freak just like these guys?!”

A fist slams into his face, snapping his head to the side. “You’re talking to me,” Yixing growls, “And I said NOT to talk to her like that.” He twists the knife, making the man scream out once more.

“Who cares,” He bellows, “She was nobody! No one even knows she was killed because we covered it up so well! Hell, no one even noticed she was missing for days! All the while screaming for help from you all and someone named ‘Y/N’! Apparently you freaks and Y/N didn’t care enough to go looking for-”

My feet moved on my own. I was a few feet away, then I was standing in front of him, my left fist aching as he yelled out in shock. Before I could hit him again, clouded over in rage, I feel a hand grab the fist I was about to swing at him.I turn, seeing soft brown eyes looking into mine.

Yixing shook his head, and, for the first time since I entered this room, his eyes were the soft caring ones I knew. “Stop,” He murmured, “I can’t let you… you can’t become that. Please.”

I lowered my fist, gulping as my throat was suddenly dry. I look at the man in the eye, “Who. Did. It.”

“You know what,” He says, “Fuck it. He has his own force of Inhumans protecting him. You’ll never touch him. Kim Hyunshik.”

I knew the name. He is a wealthy businessman who makes money off his Inhuman testing facilities. Hypocrite at it’s finest.

Yixing looks at me as if none of this is happening, like he’s waiting to hear what’s been decided for dinner. Full of worry.

“Truth.”

He nods, “Finally.” He turns, walking to the table, looking for something. Probably something to finish the job with. He knows where this is, so they can’t just let him go, after all “You should leave,” Yixing says, “You shouldn’t have to see this part.”

I turned, looking at him, before I sigh. I knew he’d say this, and truthfully I’m thankful. I don’t think I could stomach watching anyone die… or watching him kill. I hear movement behind me, and before I could turn, I feel an arm pull me close against a hard chest and a knife at my neck. I gasp, “Yixing!”

He turns, his eye widen. He takes another bladed weapon off the table. A look of pure loathing on his face, “Let. Her. Go.”

The man behind me laughs, “Do you really thing I’m so fucking stupid? We did recon, you know. We know that this,” He says, dragging the blade against my skin to form a thin cut, “Is her daughter, Y/N. We also know she is Inhuman. I also know I won’t make it out of here alive unless I do something drastic. Now, you let me go, or she will die. Be a shame, since she’s pretty, in a freakish kind of way.”

“Do you really think you’d get that far,” Yixing questions, glaring at him. His whole body tense, completely rigid but ready to move in a moments notice. He takes a step closer to us, “One of my brothers could be outside right now.”

“Stay away,” The man screams, pulling me closer. “We’re going to the door. If you move one inch, I’ll kill her. Throw your weapon to the ground.”

I close my eyes, trying to remain calm, “It’s… he’s not lying.”

That only made Yixing even angrier at the man. He complies instantly, dropping the knife and kicking it far away, a bitter look on his face. “Just don’t do anything you’ll regret. Don’t hurt her.”

The man and I inch closer to the door, this room was larger than I saw initially as now there was a good 10 meters between Yixing and the two of us, as we now reach the door. He opens it, I feel him chuckle. He looks back at Yixing, but leans down and whispers in my ear, “Look at that fool, how much he cares for you. He’s a fucking idiot, thinking that there was an outcome of this that would actually let you live.”

I didn’t feel any pain at first, because of the adrenaline and shock. I felt a pinching from just under right ear to the middle of my neck. He cut the carotid artery, as I see blood just shoot from me. My chest was warm, as the next second I watch him throw the knife at Yixing. He lets go of me and I fall to my knees, my hand reaching up to my throat, trying to stop it as I fall onto my side. My eyes fill with tears as the pain finally sets in. If I could have screamed, I would. The cut was so deep I feel my blood go down my own throat.

The next few seconds feel like decades. The man runs out the room, and I think I remember hearing Yixing yelling out. I turn onto my back, my eyes having trouble staying open.

I blink, and I see Yixing look at me. He looked at me with fear, his eyes tearing up. He then places his hand on my throat and the cool comfortable feeling washes over me. I reach up, touching his face, leaving a smear of blood from it’s path. I can breathe again, finally, though my breaths were quick and full of panic. “Yixing,” I cry out, before coughing up blood. The taste of copper in my mouth was strong. Tears falling from my eyes as he shakes his head. I wanted to tell him it’s ok, that I’m fine.

“Y/N,” He wailed, pulling me up and wrapping his arms around me, not caring that my blood was currently soaking the both of us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He says, just holding me close. His arms tight around me, and I cried, terror still with it’s firm grip on me.

A few moments and I hear footsteps coming down the stairs beyond the door. “Yixing,” Minseok quaked, looking in. His eyes were wide with worry as he scans the room. He looks at us, the puddle of blood under me and all over the room, “What the fuck happened?”

Before either of us could answer, more people show up. “The man has been dealt with,” Sehun says before turning the corner. He looks down, and not a second later does Jongin and Baekhyun come too.

Yixing suddenly stands, pulling me up with him. “Are you ok? Can you stand?” I nod, tears still streaming from my eyes. Before I could thank him, he turns and glares at Jongin. He lets go of me, and in two short steps, the space between Yixing and Jongin is gone. In a flash, Jongin was sent back by the force of the punch that hit his face. His back meets against the hallway wall.

“What the fuck,” Jongin fumed, wiping blood from his bleeding nose.

“He got loose,” Yixing growls darkly, grabbing Jongin’s shirt and shoving him back against the wall, closing the space between them once more. “Because she was there, she was almost killed. All because you couldn’t have more fucking patience! What if I wasn’t there? What then? SHE WOULD HAVE DIED! HE SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT!”

“I’m sorry,” Jongin apologises, “Ok, I’m sorry! I didn’t know! This has never happened before, the people who go there usually stay there until you’re done with them! How did he get free?”

“I don’t care,” Yixing snarled at him. Slamming him back against the wall.

Jongin glared at the older man, “It’s not my fault YOU failed to keep her safe!”

I break myself out of the trance I was in, walking forward. I can’t let this happen any longer. I can’t let it escalate any further.

“Y/N” Sehun says, about to try to stop me, but Minseok grabs his arm, making him stay still. The older man gives the maknae a look, making the youngest stay put.

I place my hand on Yixing’s arm. They both looked at me, their gazes softening at me. “I forgive him.”

“What?”

I looked at Yixing, “I said, I forgive Jongin. So stop. Now. I made the decision to come here. I made the decision to get closer to him. I made the decision to STAY after I was teleported there.” I cross my arms trying to desperately keep my voice still and even, failing miserably. “So, if you want to blame anyone, you can either blame me or the man who did it.”

“Well, Minseok hyung froze him as he was going down the stairs,” Sehun says, “So, well, let’s just say all three of you can each have a piece of him to blame.”

The air was still tense as Baekhyun puts an arm around my shoulder to comfort me. Everyone was looking between me and Yixing.

Jongin smiles at me, “Um, I think it’s best if Yixing and I talk this out… alone.”

“Wait,” I start, but then they both vanish in thin air.

Baekhyun sighs, “Well, let’s get you cleaned up, Noona.”

Baekhyun, Sehun and Minseok all stayed close to me as get myself sorted. They waited in the bathroom as I showered and changed, telling stories about one another, trying to give me a sense of normalcy. I held myself together, barely, as they attempted to be a distraction for me for the next few hours.

At dinner, Minseok informed everyone what happened.

“So that’s why Jongin and Yixing are missing,” Junmyeon mutters, rubbing his temples. He glances over at me, “I’m glad you’re ok, though. Is the man gone?”

“After Minseok hyung froze him, I had to carry the pieces out,” Kyungsoo explains. He smiles, looking at the eldest, “You did a real number on him.”

“What we were working on didn’t go too well either,” Chanyeol complains loudly, “Today has been pretty shit all around!”

Minseok shrugs, “I suppose you could say today really fell apart.”

Junmyeon laughed, making everyone else groan out. Jongdae claps Minseok’s shoulder, “Hyung, I love you like a brother but these lame jokes need to stop.”

After a few minutes, I manage to slip out of the room relatively unnoticed. Walking away from the dinning room, I pretty much bump into Jongin, who’s sporting a black eyes and a split lip.

“Jongin,” I say, looking at his face, “Did he-”

“That was from what you saw in the hall, he didn’t hit me anymore after,” He explains, holding his hands up in defence. “Though he did refuse to heal my face, which sucks, but I suppose that’s what I deserve.”

“Jongin, I’m so sorry,” I explain, looking down to the ground.

He shakes his head, “Don’t be. Yixing was right, I should have waited. He’s always gotten the information we needed from people. I just should have trusted him.”

“Good,” I said, “Because now I can do this.” I swing my arm back and hit him like I did Sehun, putting my full power behind it.

“Ow,” He exclaims, “What was that for?”

“Stop acting, I know I didn’t hurt you,” I yell. “I can’t believe you’d say that to Yixing!”

He shakes his head at me, “What exactly are you angry at me for?”

“About him failing to protect me,” I yell, shoving him. “He already feels so guilty about my mother and then you go and say that shit! I’m only alive BECAUSE of him! He’s been avoiding me for two weeks because of that, and now he probably won’t ever speak to me again!”

“I’m sorry,” He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yixing doesn’t get angry a lot, so when he does… you know you’ve screwed up. This all could have been avoided if I waited, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that happened to you.” He looks up at me, a small grin on his face, “You could go talk to him. He’s expecting me to bring him some food since I said I would, so he’ll open his door.”

I nod, “But… um… where is his room?”

A few moments later after ending the discussion with Jongin, telling him I meant what I said when I told him I forgave him, I find myself staring at a metal door. The air was colder in the clock tower as I try to settle my nerves. Finally building up the courage, I knock on the door. I lace my hands together, behind my back, playing with my fingers as I hear footsteps from the other side.

“Jongin,” He asks, “I thought you’d be lazy and just teleport here.” The handle of the door shifts as it begins to open. “You hate climbing all these st…”

I look up at his surprised face, seeing him completely clean with wet hair. I quickly step into the room so he couldn’t shut me out. “So… uh, this is what’s up here.”

He didn’t say anything, so I turned to look back at him. He was wearing black sweatpants and a grey tank, looking like he was going to rest or sleep soon. He was tense the moment he saw me, trying not to look in my eyes. I felt awkward, like I’m invading his personal space, but I knew if I didn’t do this now, he’d make it very difficult to do this later.

He finally looks at me, but not directly “Y/N, I don’t thi-”

“No,” I say, my voice as hard as stone. “You’re not going to try to convince me not to talk to you, you’re going to listen to me and not push me away,” I demanded, trying to look confident. “You’ve avoided me for weeks, you’re not doing that this time!”

“I didn’t try to avoid you,” He mutters, looking towards the ground like a dejected puppy.

The second I feel the warm feeling in my head, I throw my hands in the air, furious. “You’re lying. Don’t lie to me, Yixing. Just talk to me. Please!”

A few moments of silence. It was uncomfortable and somehow deafening, as I stared at him and he looked to the floor. He sighs, shutting the door, before going over and sitting on his bed. He looks down at his hands, before looking up to me and finally meeting my eyes. His whole demeanor just screams broken.

“Alright,” He says calmly, “Let’s talk.”

[cloudmonstachopper]

biiig chiimquisitor update!

With a few cameos about my warden, Cloudy (and maybe about my champion Mishka too)

Leliana says something about Briala having had a past with Celenne and Chiim is basically like DIRTY COURT GOSSIP???? TELL ME MORE shameless

When asked who to bring along, it basically went like this: I can’t NOT take Vivienne to a BALL please!! And Dorian? Oh, he’ll love it! He deserves a treat anyways, I’ve dragged him through such “dreadful” areas. And Varric! He’ll be sure to wind some fun tales from the evening.

Chiim in formal clothes was amazing. But like. Vivienne trying to wrestle them into it. Dorian dying of laughter on the couch in the background. Chiim: WHY IS THIS JUST A SEVEN FOOT LENGTH OF BLUE FABRIC. WHAT DO I DO WITH IT. IS IT TO TIE UP MY ENEMIES? Vivienne: nO INQUISITOR THAT IS YOUR SASH AND CUMBERBUND M A K E R PLS They manage to finally get Chiim into the tunic. But they weren’t having it with the pants, Chiim won the battle and got to wear thigh-high travel-worn boots with like. Kneepads. Amazing. Truly a LookTM. Chiim fashion at its finest.

Josie: Before you enter the ballroom... you EVERY WORD AND ACTION WILL BE JUDGED SO YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR Chiim: sooo no jumping on the furniture like a goat then, I take it? Josie: *nearly has a stroke* please don’t

Empress: We look forward to watching you dance Chiim: *internally* “we look forward to watching you dance” yeah they just wanna be assholes and see how in the wooooorld someone dances with such ‘heavy monstrosities’ on their head hAVE THEY EVEN SEEN THEIR OWN HATS y’all just racist assholes what a pile of pricks Chiim: A pleasure. If you’ll excuse me *bows gracefully and scuttles away*

Chiim: So, Yvette, any FUN STORIES ABOUT JOSIE???? *nearly bouncing up and down in excitement* Yvette: oh, there was that time when we were ten- Josie: NO Yvette: or how about that time you accidentally melted- Josie: STOP Yvette: or that time you spilt sauce all over- Josie: YveTTE Yvette: she still plays with her dolls when no one’s looking!! Josie: *covering yvette’s mouth and laughing* I DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT

Apparently full white masks were used in orlesian theater for roles with no clear gender. I mean I know they’re talking about spirits. But. I’m just saying. If Chiim had an orlesian mask, it would be a full white one.

Chiim: oh look, cullen is surrounded by ladies. Ladies: would you like a drink? a dance? Cullen: No thank you, I’m not thirsty. Chiim: and he has no idea they’re flirting with him in the SLIGHTEST. I’d best go save him.

Chiim: *wandering the balconies* an awful lot of drinks and bottles scattered around on this table for an empty balcony... hrm... I SUSPECT A MEETING HAS OCCURRED HERE it later turned out that’s where gaspard hangs out so he probs met with florianne there

Chiim: these elvhen servants are literally leaving blood tracks behind I mean seriously????? even I can tell???? I thought the game was supposed to be subtle

Dorian: *reminiscing about tevinter balls* It’s lacking only a few sacrificial slaves and some blood magic! But the night IS young Chiim: *just raises eyebrow* Dorian: ooh, but you ought to dance with me before we go Chiim: *is SO OVER IT bc still reeling from WOW ORLESIAN ASSHOLES* hm Dorian: *cajoles* Chiim: okay, m a y b e Dorian: you sure you don’t want to dance with the evil magister? it’d certainly be s h o c k i n g~ Chiim: mmm tempting Dorian: if you could find me ten silk scarves I’ve got a dance that would REALLY shock them *wink wonk* Chiim: good thing I’m a rogue and every lady is wearing twenty-seven then, I’ll be back in a jiffy ;D

Chiim: psssst dorian, distract everybody in this courtyard while I climb this terrace! Dorian: that’ll need to be quite a big distraction then, to pry everyone away from the qunari inquisitor, IN dress clothes, climbing a terrace during the great ball NOT TO MENTION providing everyone with a great view of dat ass Chiim: so? Dorian: already on it dear

Leliana’s obsession with shoes is very intelligent and I love her. In other news: !!!!!! M O R R I G A N AHHHHHH

Chiim: *is impatient and jumps on a couch to reach some incriminating papers on the table* Courtiers: ooh that inquisitor, he must have some sort of... strength to make up for his BOORISH manners *loses a point of approval* Chiim: Josie’s gonna kill me

Chiim plays the politics game, does really nice. Back at the keep everyone is like !!! wow, I was really impressed!! I didn’t know you could pull that off???? Chiim: heh, yeah, Dorian and Vivienne and Leliana coached me in niceties and playacting (and Leliana in some added ShenanigansTM) Josie: AND YOU STILL JUMPED ON THE FURNITURE Chiim: *deadpan* you can take the ox outta the qunari, but you can’t take the gOAT OUTTA THE CHIIMQUISITOR *runs* Josie: *proceeds to ream chiimquisitor out for approx. 2hr*

Florianne: do you know who can be trusted? Chiim, a person who naturally trusts almost everyone and is weak to growing attached to people: *lies through their teeth* if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s to trust no one

At the ball, and Josie’s all “ohooo! You’ll be the talk of the court for months! We should take you dancing more often!” Chiim: clearly she hasn’t heard about my furniture jumping escapades yet

“Are we going to sneak around the empress’ unmentionables NOW? haha, just how drunk are you, boss?” Varric has officially adopted the Chiimquisitor #CONFIRMED

Chiim: *hears screams for help in the next room* Chiim: *busts into next room, finds harlequin assassin about to take out an elf* Chiim: *just straight up KICKS THE HARLEQUIN OUT THE WINDOW NBD* Chiim: Are you okay? Sorry bout that, my protection instincts kicked in and I just... well. I did say they *kicked* in. Heh. Heheheheh. Varric: Andraste’s bloomers but that was a bad one

Chiim: *fucks things up and talks to morrigan and feels SLIGHTLY better bc liason but also fucked up things for the elves* Dorian: *side-eyes morrigan SO HARD as he walks in WHO IS FLIRTING WITH HIS CHIIMQUISITOR N O W GDI* Dorian: so you charmed the dowager and she wants to marry you to one of her daughters. Told her you’d already left Chiim: (oh thank god) Dorian: You can thank me later. Or now. But you look lost in thought. Something on your mind? Chiim: I fucked up, Dorian. I fucked up bad and now I’m sad but I’ve made the best of a shitty situation. *hunches in on themselves, sighs* Dorian: clearly you need to be distracted. Let’s dance? Chiim: *isn’t a dancer, is so OVER dancing, and the game, and all this shit, but... maybe it’s what they need, and they’ll give it a shot... for Dorian* Chiim: *looks up and tries a smile* I thought you’d never ask.

Chiim gets back to skyhold and IMMEDIATELY mother giselle is all up in everybody’s business and like INQUISITOR CAN I HAVE A MOMENT Chiim, internally: LET ME MOURN MY FUCKUP. LET ME MOURN IT IN PEACE. Chiim: *sighs and puts on a placating smile and tone* How can I help you, revered mother? ... Josie: yes, and we’ll take care of it LATER right now give the Chiimquisitor a BREAK Chiim: bless u, josie. b l e s s y o u

Chiim immediately bonds greatly with Morrigan, mostly over talking about her son. Chiim likes her son. Morrigan is a bit cagey about him, but also likes to talk about him. She’s a proud mother.

(Fun fact: Keiran is probs also trans because Cloudy is dfab and had babbu with Morrigan which means SHENANIGANS were at play and what I’m saying here is that Keiran takes after his trans father) (Speaking of Cloudy shenanigans, he and Zevran have a daughter. She is very cute. During the pregnancy Cloudy refused to see anyone and they disappeared off the map for about 9 months. But afterwards Cloudy comes back and is like !!!!! LOOK AT THIS SMOL!!! I MADE HER!! Zevran helped I guess WOW SHE’S SO CUTE AND GREAT AND SMART) (she grows up to be an absolute terror. Daughter of the warden commander and the leader of the antivan crows, daughter of TWO rogues, one of whom doubles as an assassin? oh pranks and things going missing FOR D A Y S ON END shenanigans never stop) (I have a lot more hcs and things about Cloudy & Zevran’s child - who has a ~mysterious~ older half-brother in keiran - but this is a chiimquisitor post so we continue with the chiimquisition) (sidebar mishka and anders don’t have any kids of their own but they totally adopt like every single child, dog, and cat that comes anywhere near them, their house is super big and always crazy and it’s fantastic; there’s also a chicken. The kids named the chicken cupcake. Main suspects for the chicken’s origin is Aunt Merrill but there have been no confirmations.)

Chiim: Will his... father, be joining us as well? Morrigan: *thinks about cloudy gallivanting off with zevran for a cure to the calling* tis... most unlikely (At that point in time, Cloudy was also experiencing the feeling of the fake calling, but was pregnant with daughter, and just blamed it on the hormones. And Zevran, of course, being neither a warden nor someone who experiences the monthly upheaval that is periods let ALONE pregnancy, just takes his word for it. Sigrun acts as their cover story, telling everyone’ they’re off investigating the calling. Totally works.) (There’s a reason Cloudy’s letter to the inquisition basically read “sounds cool but not my fight have fun I’ll vaguely support from a distance”)

Josie: so. Uh. After the events at the grand ball, apparently Florianne’s trade routes got all tied up, so they sent her over for... judgement. Chiim: Are you SERIOUS??? She’s dead! Box: *flies buzz* Josie: ...and that was the time allotted for a rebuttal. There is- forgive me. *coughs* there is... an odor. Chiim: *clears throat* WHAT FRESH LEVEL OF BULLSHITTERY Chiim: anyways I guess there’s a precedence for this so let’s just send the routes back to them aND GET RID OF THAT BOX (Chiim has clearly been spending Way Too Much time in the library with Dorian if they know about this rANDOMASS PRECEDENCE)

Chiim: I’m worried about my gardening buddy, Blackwall. Josie: Oh? Why’s that? Chiim: he took me out for drinks and then told me about how a dog was killed in his childhood and he didn’t do anything about it???? and then he got weirdly quiet and just left???? like Blackwall. What. The fuck????? Josie: that is strange Chiim: he left a letter on his rockinggriffon. I’m gonna track him down. Josie: please do. I worry about him sometimes.

(side note: if blackwall ever finishes that rockinggriffon it can be a baby shower gift for Cloudy & Zevran and their new bundle of joy heh)

Cassandra: blah blah divine I don’t know what to do but I know what i SHOULD do Chiim: hold up, if neither of you are priestesses and you can be divine, why can’t I be the divine? Cassandra: Well, you’re a man, for one. Plus I think they’re afraid of you. Chiim: Cassandra. My dear. It was a joke. I’m an atheist, tal-vashoth qunari. You couldn’t PAY me enough to be the divine.

(In all honesty though Chiim would have made for a fantastic scout, like WHO decided Chiim ought to be in charge of Politics and all these Important Things???? Cassandra why are we letting u make these decisions)

Sera: Ugh, that place. Should have thrown in some bees and slammed the door. Chiim: I dunno, seems more like a job for earwigs to me. Sera: Y E S

Chiim: *hanging out on the roof* Hey, Sera, what do you think of Dorian? Sera: You’re having it off with him, you don’t need me talking. (But I do anyway ;D) Chiim: *laughs* more than one thing is having off when I’m with him, harr harr Sera: Ew, gross! *laughs and happily bumps shoulders with Chiim*

So you know how elfroot has been lore/meta confirmed for being a recreational drug? And you know how it’s confirmed that the inquisitor has a strange obsession with it? Yeah, well only those in the inner circle know how laughable it is that Chiim indulges in the stuff: the only indulging happening here is haPPY GARDENING. heh.

Chiim: *talks to solas, mentions how much they’re torn up about briala* Solas: ... what? why do I care? oooh the elf thing, yeah, I don’t think of myself as an elf so... Chiim: I try to have a moment, why do i even try, it’s SOLAS, he’s a shitbag...

Chiim: What’s your thoughts on elvhen culture? Solas: ... ask Sera, she’s got... opinions. Chiim: I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS SERA BASHING YOU RUDEASS SHITHOLE Solas: sorry. I’m just... jealous. Sorry. Chiim: damn right.

ps when Chiim was first learning to be an assassin 100% they would stealth, sneak up behind unsuspecting companions, stab them in the ankle with a butter knife and yell “I STAB U IN THE LEG AND ABSCOND” and laugh hysterically as they run away Dorian is just standing there like “did u just poke me with your fingernail??”

Vivienne wants the heart of this wyvern, and won’t tell Chiim what for... Chiim is slightly suspicious, but is gonna do it anyways. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here like THIS BETTER NOT BE AN ANDERS BETRAYAL AGAIN DOn’T YOU DO THAT TO ME VIVIENNE

Dorian: and now you’ve got an empress eating out of your hand, makes for a perfect mental image Chiim: (dorian what are you thinking??? is this a kink thing????) Dorian: all this dancing, murder, politics, almost makes me a bit homesick Chiim: so we should do that kind of thing again? Dorian: watch as you twist an entire empire around your little finger? *bedroom voice* ABSOLUTELY. Chiim: so it.... IS a kink thing??? I don’t get it, but ok. ... Chiim: wanna makeout against this dragon statue over here? Dorian: sure, I’m down Chiim: nice