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#god. im so tried. so much talking. but a good day. and im going skiing tomorrow bc like thats a thing here lol
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Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. If you don't write, list your art WIPs!
Thank you so much @writing-desk-rae for tagging me
I have a lot of WIPs like too many so I have sort of categorised them. Here they are...
Dr Who
Yaz is gay and the dr is an idiot: Yaz and 13 having an actual conversation (I seem to have 3 copies of this all saved under different names- the other two are named "the dr is gay" and "im gay")
The doctor remeets yaz: 14 remeeting Yaz in a supermarket
dr who: blank document
QPR: Rose Noble tries to explain QPRs to Donna and 14
The no death rule: Suicidal 14 with donna hurt/comfort
Good Omens
Crowley now would be a really great time for you to start explaining what is going on: Aziraphale and Crowley raise the extra baby
Friends
My god I hate Ross Geller - Trans Ross: MTF Ross Geller Fic which I have posted a chapter of ("Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true")
Be Brave Be Strong Verse (Spiderman)
6 little words: Aunt May dies and Peter Parker deals with the aftermath
Morgan is born: Peter Parker finding out that Tony and Pepper are going to have Morgan (set in a non infinity war and endgame compliant world)
You’re like Pokémon: Peter Parker meets Harley Keener
Family Vacation: blank document
Peter and Ned are gay: blank document
Christmas Struggles: Peter Parker grieves at the holidays
New Year’s Day: blank document
Happy is a good uncle: blank document
General Spiderman Fics
Shaking Hands: Peter Parker with FND
Visiting Hours: A letter from Peter Parker to a dead Tony Stark
Peter Endgame: Peter Parker having a panic attack at a post endgame party
I’m not sick I’m dying: Peter Parker being dramatic about having a cold
Peter, Ned and MJ watch Heartstopper: one of my unfinished 2023 pride prompts (I swear these will one day get finished)
New Girl
We will talk about this in the morning: Nick Miller talks to Schmidt and Winston after the episode when he climbs out of the window
Stranger Things
Stranger Things Christmas: Currently just a 200 word conversation between Steve, Nancy, and Robin about their Christmas plans
Steve was in the lab 7: This has a very detailed plan which I do not remember writing
Steve panics about noise: Steve Harrington has CPTSD
Edit me pls – copy: Steddie as parents
Safe and Sound: Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake”
Somewhere only we know: The party rebuild Castle Byers
If I could tell her/him: the next of my Stranger things fics based on DEH songs
Anybody have a map anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this: Originally the first fic in my DEH song inspired series but I cut it because it didn't fit (might post it anyway), Stobin hurt/comfort
Steve hates having his parents back: Steve Harrington has bad parents
Sad girl winter ig – Nancy is grieving barb: pretty self explanatory, I apologise for the title
Steddie because the duffle brothers made me sad: the steddie fic I started writing before my brain stopped functioning
5 times the others had a panic attack: Steve helping the party
Steve Harrington Superdad: Steve Harrington has a baby
Vecnad: Steve gets attacked by Vecna
Dustin tells Suzie: Dustin Henderson comes out as aroace
Dustin comes out to the party: Dustin Henderson comes out as aroace
I really don’t know what these are
Thursday: I actually don’t know where I was going with this there is one sentence and it just says "are you ok?" I'm gonna go with no on that one
I also have an empty folder in my writing folder labelled gay
Ok I don't know who to tag so I guess @artsycloudysleepy @jcforsapphics @literatus-ao3 @sophiainspace (you're all my mutuals who write I think) and anyone else who wants to do this. No pressure to actually do this.
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could we have some domestic lokius headcanons? I love all of your lokius stuff so far <3
of course, anon!! thank you so much for the ask <3 you guys are about to be fed jskjdsjh
- after the tva, mobius and loki decided to settle down somewhere by the beach. they own a jet ski bc loki said 'fuck it, i love mobius i'll just get him the damn water bike' and mobius treasures it so much. loki sometimes gets jealous and moody because mobius is "paying more attention to the jet ski than him" and mobius thinks its the cutest thing. they do the cliche couple thing of walking on the beach at sunset or early morning, star gazing and coming up with funny names for each constellation they see, laughing and pushing one another into the water when the other isn't looking (honestly mobius does this more he just loves the look on lokis face, calling him a little pussycat bc ghhhahaahgaahgggbrhbgfrhs)
- loki has fallen off the jet ski at least twice. the first time it happened he was terrified and splashing around everywhere but then mobius came back to him and pulled him up on it again laughing because "baby, you know you can stand in this water right?" loki was embarrassed but tried to cover it by mumbling childish insults towards mobius who just kept smiling at him. the second time it happened, which loki swears to this day that it was mobius' fault, mobius and loki were on the jet ski ready to go but mobius didn't warn loki about when he was gonna start it so he just went off while loki was turned around looking at something and mobius lost it when loki yelped and flew off the back. he was once again pouting with his arms crossed because, yes, he still thinks its intimidating but mobius only pouted back and awed mockingly which broke loki so now theyre both laughing.
- mobius loves to wake up before loki, to pull him closer and rest his chin atop of his head which is nuzzled into mobius' neck. their legs tangled underneath the sheets except for one of lokis which is splayed across mobius' sort of like a koala. mobius plays with lokis hair gently as to not wake him up, they hardly have any plans ever so they sleep in most days. loki will sometimes hum contently at the feeling and nuzzle even closer to mobius, if thats possible. mobius smiles at him, letting his eyes close once again as the feeling of sleep takes over. mobius wakes up a few hours later to an empty bed, but he knows that lokis in the kitchen from the soft humming coming through the open bedroom door. he stretches and gets up, pulling on a random t-shirt and sweatpants. when he enters the kitchen, as always his heart is filled with pure love and adoration for loki, who is sitting in one of the kitchen chairs holding a cup of tea (lokis never really been a coffee guy) and staring out the window. the light coming through cascades beautifully across lokis features and mobius still wonders how he landed the god, dressed only in green boxers and a black shirt but he still looks ethereal. mobius will come over, slightly startling loki who smiles eagerly when mobius compliments his hair which is tied up into a messy bun, strands of black wavy hair framing his face. mobius will make coffee for himself, and sit down next to loki. they go about their routine, which never ever gets old for them because its enough for them. its perfect. they sit and talk, sometimes they sit in silence, just basking in the presence of one another before they come up with something to do for the day.
ahhh i hope those are good!! i have a lot more but at the moment im a little busy so thats about all i can write :( im sorry!! thank you again, anon!! i love you mwah <3 feel free to spam my inbox guys i love talking with you all :)
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nicolewoo · 3 years
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The Cabin
Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)
Summary: A couple of days away for our busy duo.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Category: FLUFF!!!
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Joe’s POV
“How can I help you?” The woman on the phone was way too perky. “I need to reserve a cabin for Tuesday and Wednesday. It has to be a cabin with a fireplace. That’s the most important thing.” I stressed the fireplace. “Certainly, sir.” I could hear her typing as we talked. After a second, she stopped. “Good news, sir. We have 3 available. How many bedrooms will you need?”
I’d been so focused on the fireplace and the KP Index, her question caught me off guard. “Whichever has the biggest fireplace.” I answered.
“Yes, sir. Our largest fireplace is in our 3-bedroom cottage.” She warned.
“Do you need the cottage on those days?” I prodded.
“No sir. They are at your disposal.”
“Is it possible to get some extra pillows and blankets so we can lounge in front of the fireplace?” I quickly added “and chilled champagne?”
“Is this a special night, sir?”
I smiled to myself thinking of it. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”
“If you’d like sir, we can have the fire already going and the blankets and pillows laid out in front of it when you arrive.”
“That will be perfect.” I agreed.
“If I can make a suggestion, we have a s’mores making kit we can leave for you too. It’s a surprisingly romantic addition.”
S’mores? I hadn’t had s’mores in years, but my mind flashed with the visual of cooking the marshmallows for her and feeding her the gooey treat. Yes. That would be romantic. Normally we didn’t eat junk, but we could make an exception one night. “Yes.” I said enthusiastically. “That sounds perfect... and some fresh fruit, no melon please.” Y/N hated melons.
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I’d told Y/N that I needed to get away for a couple of days, but truthfully, I knew she needed a break as much as me. Our schedules were non-stop, and when we did get days off, they were often spent doing laundry, shopping and catching up with friends and family. The result is that neither of us had a true break in months, so Tuesday morning, we jetted off to Colorado.
As I had hoped, everything was covered in inches of glistening snow. Terrible for driving: perfect for staying in a cabin. Walking into the cabin, I saw that the hotel staff had gone out of their way to make our visit special. An air mattress had been set in front of the roaring fireplace topped with festive red plaid blankets and pillows. Candles scattered the room, and champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket as well as a bowl of fruits and the s’mores making kit the desk clerk had suggested.
As Y/N freshened up, I checked to be sure all the groceries I’d ordered had been delivered. Lots of chicken, fish, turkey as well as a giant steak for tonight’s dinner.
I grabbed a couple of cold waters out of the fridge and went to find Y/N. She was already sitting on the hearth of the fireplace warming up from the outside cold. The cabin was perfect.... wood everywhere, overstuffed leather furniture and warm lamps adding to the comfortable feel.
I watched a minute as she adjusted the logs in the fireplace, turning the small fire into a roaring blaze. “You’re good at that.” I smiled at her as I leaned on the door frame between the kitchen and the living room. “Girl Scout?” I asked.
I caught the quick look of dread that crossed her eyes whenever she thought of her childhood. “No.” She answered abruptly, and I knew to let the subject go.
“Well,” I walked to her, setting the waters down next to the champagne along the way. “I see my beautiful baby girl knows how to tend the fire. We won’t freeze to death.” I teased trying to quickly get her mind off her childhood. “Got room for me over there?” I sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her, and looking around the cabin as she leaned her head against my shoulder.
I would have been content to stay there for hours, but she’d tended the fire so well, it felt like my back was on fire. “Shit! That got hot fast! You really know what you’re doing.” I grabbed her hand, gliding it up to my lips for a kiss before pulling her down to the air mattress with me.
I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her.” Did I do ok?” I asked as we both stared into the fire.
“This is perfect.” She sighed as I wrapped a blanket around us. We sat quietly like that for a while, staring at the flames. She turned to kiss my cheek, and I smiled.
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Yes, we both needed rest, but I had booked this resort for a reason, and as a text came in from the front desk, I knew it was time to surprise Y/N.
“I have another surprise for you.” I smiled down at her. The firelight cast soft shadows on her face as she looked bright eyed at me.
“You do?” She asked.
I stood, giving her my hand to pull her up. “Let’s get bundled up.” A questioning look crossed her face, but as I grabbed our coats out of the closet, she was quick to put hers on. As planned, I found the 2 pairs of warm ski pants I’d asked the booking agent about as well as hats, scarfs and boots.
Her zipper stuck as she tried to put the pants on, and we busted out laughing at her trying to pull the stubborn metal up. “Here. Let me,” I said as I knelt next to her.
“I guess we’re going outside?” she asked.
I wasn’t going to spoil the surprise, so I just said “Yup,” as I led her to the front door. “Stay here.” I said as I left and quickly returned with a snowmobile that had been hidden on the side of the house. “Come on.” I yelled over the sound of the engine as I took her hand and pulled her on the snowmobile in front of me. “Comfy?” I laughed.
“A little cold.” She teased.
“It will be worth it.” I teased as I started the trek away from the cabin and the resort, away from lights and sounds.... away from everything.
She practically curled into a ball against my chest as I slowly slid our way around the hills and trees for a few minutes. Much faster than I expected, we came to the ridge the hotel booking agent suggested. Below us, everything shone as the moonlight reflected off the snow. Giant pine trees loaded with white pillows of snow towered over the valley below us. It was perfect, well, it would be in a few minutes. Climbing off the vehicle, I checked the storage and found a sleeping bag tucked inside. I couldn’t believe how well this had all come together. I’d have to thank the resort for taking such good care of us.
As Y/N was standing in awe of the view, the very first hint of my surprise caught my eye. I came up behind her, unfolding the sleeping bag and wrapping it around both of us. “Beautiful view, isn’t it?” I almost whispered in her ear.
“Absolutely.” She leaned her head into my shoulder, and I turned us until we were facing away from the view and waited.
The wind was miserably cold, and I was even more appreciative that the resort had gotten us the warm clothes and the sleeping bag.
Just seconds later, the sky began to light up, and a translucent band of green light started to form. She gasped loudly. “OH MY GOD!” In the entire time I’d known Y/N, she’d never taken God’s name in vain, but she did now as she realized my plan. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YOU BROUGHT ME TO SEE THE AURORA BOREALIS????”
She tore her eyes away from the sky long enough to look admiringly up at me. “Happy?” I asked her.
She shook her head in disbelief as the ribbon of green spread across the sky and over the valley in front of us. “I’ve never been happier,” she said as she kissed me.
@mindofasagitarius   @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist
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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years
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T.H| CoUgh SyrUp
Summary: ~YeAh yEah
Warnings: cigarettesssss- arson- for the love of god please dont read this. I just have writers block idk why im posting it. Also a robbery.
“Y/n, what do you got?” Tom asked, you only tossed the file to him which he opened, a whole plan and blueprint everywhere.
“This is very possible. We can get in and get out if everyone can listen” you looked around, sitting crisscrossed in your seat, shoulders slumped as everyone watched you.
“Can you explain please?” Tom asked, tossing the papers back to you. “Well coming through the back is cliche. So we have the innocent, right” you looked up to the girl, she nodded. “We have to remember. Other then us they are ine of the biggest mobs, they are paying off the cops.” “As clear as day”
After that whole shinnanagin everything was set, you were the driver and tom finally decided to get his hands dirty.
You patiently waited in the car, a not clean one so it didnt look like it could possibly be you guys, but trust and believe that car was better then a tesla.
Tom and his partner walked in, the innocent, trish already in and waiting. Just then toms partner shot the gun “this is a robbery” of course both of their faces were covered with ski masks, wearing all yellow instead of black because....yeah.
Tom grabbed trish by the hair gently and acted like she was being held hostage. “Dont make any fucking noise” he said loudly American accent on point, and she started breathing heavy while haz grabbed the money. “Im so sorry ms. I hope you have a good day” he whispered in his American accent, pointing the gun at her head as sign to hurry up whole her hands stuttered and took all the money out. When she was done she handed the money at him, all 100s. He placed them in the bag.
“How much tome fo we have left y/n?” He asked through his ear piece. “Get two more stashes and we are out” “alright lady keep going”
Tom looked around and seen the innocent people on the floor, slightly feeling bad but its what had to happen. When haz was done they all ran to the car as fast as possible. “GO GO GO” tom screamed, hearing the police close.
You drove normally for a few minutes, not looking suspicious until you started to speed on the high way, trish on her phone playing the news and soon they were caught.
“Trish i am going to drop you off. You are gonna get held by the cops and take you in for questioning. You are going to be as innocent as possible.” You said calmly, and she nodded panicked.
Soon the cops knew where you were and trish hopped out of the car, you all wished her luck and told her how good she was doing before speeding off.
The cops picked her up “are you okay ms?” She nodded.
She sat in the chair, silence consuming the room as she shook and tears fell down her cheeks. “Did you know what they looked like?” “N-no i- uh- they had uhm..” she thickly swallowed “American accents, and they- dressed in all yellow”
“We already have that” they looked on the clipboard. “Anything else..?” He asked “im just scared because i dont know if im gonna lose my job-“ she cried “you arent gonna lose your job! You are a-okay i just need you to tell me more”
“I have nothing”
And that was it. Successful robbery.
You leaned against the building outside, cigarette in your mouth. “Y/n whats on your mind?” Tom asked, walking up next to you. “Nothing” “stop smoking” he snatched the cigarette out or your mouth and threw it somewhere.
“But you smoke cigars?” You side eyed him. “I care about your life more then my own” he shrugged, eyeing you. “Cool” you nodded and sighed “what if we get caught thomas” “we wont, we have the most smartest person on our team” he smiled.
“Im not that smart” “well then wheres the evidence?” He smirked, there would be no trace leading up to any of you. “What if they find it?” “You can unburn stuff?” He asked, taking the lighter from out of your pocket to play with it. “The car?” You asked.
“We painted over it then spray painted it some more, leaving it in a junkyard, and whos idea was that?” He asked, nudging you eith his elbow making a smile come to your lips “im talking to youu” “fineee it was my idea” you turned your head to him. “And as a prize im gifting you to never smoke again” he glared at you.
“Thomas you’re ruining my life” you playfully groaned. “Seriously no more” “ill think about it, and i have to put that lighter into good use. My dad made it for me” he smiled at your words “then i know the exact thing to do” he pulled your hand and pulled you inside, running like children to his office he placed a large thing of paper on the table and your eyebrows furrowed “what is this?”
He placed his hands on his hips before shrugging “i think you like write random shit that you dont like on a piece of paper the light up a bin and set it on fire-“
“Well then in that case!” You cut him off stealing his pen and taking a sheet of paper, writing ‘THOMAS’ with two underlines before sticking it up at him. “Oh haha y/n” he tried to snatch it but you pulled it back making him reach over the table to take it, laughs leaving your lips “shortie” “shut up!-“
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tinyboxxtink · 3 years
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Hey so loved your black magic series! I read your post about using REE/Rafael. I’ll read anything you write but this idea to me is RPF and kind of squicks. ☹️ Maybe if you use another character he played? Nevada?! Someone sees “Barba” doing something super bad and they’re all “omg omg” and think it’s Barba? 🤷🏻‍♀️
I hear you, I do. HOWEVER, I made a "Version" of Raul Esparza in this story that is 5 years younger, and...I hate to say it, "more" famous?
IDK I wrote a 'prototype' chapter last night, so I'm gonna put this to you. I assume/hope you're an avid reader and I can gauge the public consensus, but also I want ALL my readers to be happy!!
So here, read this and then tell me if you still find the idea "Squicky".
That goes for anyone else! Maybe I should put my tag list in here....
The way I wrote him though anon, I truly feel in my heart that it's not RPF, because like I said RPF freaks me out as well.
Before you already go in skeptical, let me set up the plot I had planned. {As told to @madamsnape921 in an IM:
the thing was gonna start that someone sees Rafael proposing to the reader, and tells a tabloid that Raul Esparza is engaged to some rando. Because they think that it was him. And then Rafa, the reader and Chloe start to discuss on how either it's a multiverse thing, or a doppelganger thing because it turns out that Rafael and Raúl are very similar, like personality traits and the Broadway dream, except that Raul's childhood was basically the opposite of Rafael's so Chloe THINKS that Raul is Rafael from a "multiverse".
Right and then Raul goes to Rafael's office to confront him and then the reader and Chloe are there to take Rafael out to lunch and they're like holy shit!
And Rafael is super uncomfortable with the idea of the reader EVER being in a show with Raul because obviously they're like the same person and Raul probably has more in common with her
Oh and also Raul is five years younger, and thinner. So then Raul's like you shouldn't listen to him, I could really help you with your career.
Annnnd that's all I have so far.
Okay so read this really and tell me you honest opinion.
Screw it putting the tag list:
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@lolliepopsicle
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@bookishfanfic
@stars-in-the-skies-world
@stars-trash-18
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You were walking towards the exit of Central Park hand in hand with your now fiancee, when all of a sudden two giggling girls came running up to you.
“Oh my god!!!!! Raul we didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” One of them started squealing.
“Fiancee,” He corrected. “Wait I’m sorry, what? Did you just call me Raul?”
“Uh...yeah, duh,” One of the girls made a face. “Raul Esparza?”
“What?” You bursted out laughing. “I’m sorry, you think he’s Raul Esparza?”
“Um, we know he is,” The other one crossed her arms.
“Um, no he isn’t!” You wrapped your arm around Rafael protectively, as if the two girls were going to kidnap him or something.
“I can promise you ladies, I am not-- whoever you just said,” Rafael assured them.
“Why are you doing this? Are you trying not to embarrass your lady friend here?” One of the girls made a weird face at you.
“Wha? No--” Rafael tried to defend himself but the girls were already clearly ticked off.
“Wow, I have heard of actors trying to get away from fans but completely pretending to be another person, that’s pretty low Raul,” One of them glared at Rafael.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken you much effort to just take a selfie with us,” The other one added with a scowl.
“I...um--” He looked to you for help, but you just shrugged. You had no idea how to handle such a weird situation.
“I guess we can take one--” He offered.
“Oh no, forget it now,” One girl scoffed.
“Yeah, jerk!” The other one stomped her foot and they both sauntered away angrily.
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“...What the hell was that?” Rafael looked at you in utter confusion and disbelief, you just gave him a “wtf” smile.
“I have no idea baby--”
“Oh my god, are you guys ok?” Chloe suddenly came running up behind you. “What the hell did those teeny boppers want? To rob you with water guns or something?”
“No they-- they wanted a selfie?” Rafael was still confused, trying to figure out what just happened.
“A selfie? With you?” Chloe snorted.
“No-- With Raul Esparza,” You looked at her with a confused smile. It was pretty entertaining to think that your fiance looked like a Broadway star.
“I don’t get it, you said that I didn’t even look like him!” Rafael looked at you.
“I mean I said I didn’t see it, and that you were more handsome,”
“....Yeah well you might wanna rethink that answer babe,” Chloe’s eyes were wide as she handed you her phone. She had googled RAUL ESPARZA, and the images that popped up were-- Rafael’s face.
“Oh my God…” You whispered, showing Rafael the phone. He quickly pulled out his own and started searching for himself. You handed Chloe back her phone and did the same. Pages and pages of articles about Raul Esparza’s shows, and accelaides, and all with Rafael's face plastered all over them.
“He’s….me,” Rafael whispered in horror.
“He looks more like you than you do!” You teased, he looked at you with a very serious face. Clearly he was not ready to joke about this yet.
“Holy shit. This is some multiverse shit,” Chloe muttered as she went through her Google search.
“Excuse me?” You asked her.
“You know, the multiverse theory? There’s an infinite amount of universes in every decision anyone ever makes.”
“Meaning…?” Rafael asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Raul could be Rafael, if he hadn’t given up on his Broadway dream,”
“Oh my god,” Rafael started laughing. “Chloe, did you get loaded in the park or something?”
“Oh okay, so you have a better idea, big brain lawyer?” She crossed her arms.
“He might not, but I do,” You piped up, showing her your phone.
“Doppelgangers?” Chloe read with a face.
“Yes, it’s a fact that there are 5 people in the world with the EXACT same face,” You continued reading.
“And he just happens to live in New York, where Rafael lives? AND is on Broadway, the one thing Rafael gave up?”
“Look sure it’s a million to one shot that those events would line up, but what’s more plausible: Doppelganger or ‘Multiverse’?” You looked at Chloe, who looked at Rafael, so you turned to Rafael as well.
“...Wha--are you asking me?” He asked.
“I mean it is your face,” You shrugged. “What do you think, baby?”
“I’m leaning towards a doppelganger, sorry Chloe,” He shrugged as well.
“Yeah well, you’re probably right,” Chloe nodded as she read her own phone, still on Raul Esparza info. “Most likely because he’s five years YOUNGER than you,”
“WHAT?!” Rafael grabbed her phone; as he read it, his face fell. “Oh God, no…”
“Wha--What does it matter how old he is, Rafa?” You furrowed your brows.
“Or the fact that he’s clearly thinner and more attractive,” Chloe added with a smirk.
“CHLOE,” You scolded her. “What the ever loving fuck?”
“Well, I’m just saying-- Look at them side by side,” Chloe had a photo of Rafael from some mayor’s ball next to Raul Esparza at the Tonys, both in tuxedo’s. You wouldn’t admit to Rafael but Raul was definitely thinner, and...he looked a lot younger. It was probably Botox or something you were sure, but still….
“Okay but again WHY does it matter--?” You wanted to change the subject.
“Are you kidding me? Y/N-- This is what you want to do!” He gestured to Chloe’s phone.
“....I don’t want Raul--” You started.
“No, you want to be on Broadway though!! And, and what if someday, God forbid, you end up in a show with this guy? He clearly already has a leg up on me compatibility wise, and as Chloe so kindly pointed out, a leg up on me age and attractiveness wise, and--” Rafael started ranting and rambling, talking lightening fast, as he did when he got upset or excited.
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up there counselor,” You put up a hand to his face. “Are you actually insinuating that if I worked with Raul Esparza, that I would magically fall in love with him?”
“Don’t say it like that,” Rafael was triggered by the mention of magic and love.
“Okay but I’m not even saying ‘magic’ magic, I’m just saying-- What do you think because he’s an actor, and younger than you I’m just going to think I’m better off with him? Just because he has your face?” You gave him a small “oh honey” smile as you placed your hands on either of his face.
“No, but if you have to play his love interest, and you spend every day with him, it might blur the lines--” He started grumbling.
“Rafael, baby--” You shook his head in your hands. “I am still in SCHOOL. I am nowhere NEAR being in a Broadway show as a freaking techie, let alone a love interest starring opposite Raul Esparza,”
“Yeah, I mean this guy is huge-- 3 Tonys, 2 Emmys, an Oscar--” Chloe rattled off, but stopped when she realized you were glaring at her. “What? I’m helping!”
“...See? He’s far too famous for me,” You pressed your forehead to Rafael’s.
“Right, and I’m just the lowly ADA,” He muttered.
“Lowly my ass, Rafa,” You hit him playfully. “You are the most respected ADA in all of New York,”
“I’m the only ADA of New York,” He made a face.
“Not true! Just the city,” You beamed, proud of yourself you did some research once you had gotten together.
“My point is Rafael,” You now put your hands on his collar and pulled yourself into him. “You are all the acclaim I need,” You kissed him softly. “You’re my everything, I mean for fuck’s sake you just held a one man flash mob to propose to me! Let’s Raul Esparza do THAT,” You laughed, hoping to make him feel better. As his scowl melted into a smile, you knew you had succeeded.
“That was pretty romantic wasn’t it?” He beamed, proud of himself.
“It was EPIC,” Chloe chimed in, for good this time.
“Your voice is beautiful by the way,” You had forgotten in the midst of all of the romantic hubbub to compliment him. “I’m really sorry you had to give up Broadway,”
“Yeah, well-- apparently some part of me didn’t,” He gestured to his phone.
“Well he doesn’t have me,” You pointed out.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Rafael grinned as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
“Now can we please just forget about--” You hesitated, deciding not to mention his name again. “Anything else, and just focus on our engagement night?”
“Well, I suppose--” He nodded as he put an arm around you, and the three of you continued to walk through the park.
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Across town in a swanky New York Penthouse, an alert went off on Raul Esparza’s phone. He had it set to notify him any time his name appeared in a headline on the internet. He glanced over and picked it up, reading the notification. As he read it, his eyes widened and his face grew red. He stood up and yelled to no one in particular,
“Who the FUCK is trying to impersonate me?!”
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j3mjj3m · 4 years
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losing your wedding ring and other hostage situation things
im having way too much fun, you will have to pry this au from my cold, dead hands 
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two birds, one stone, lets GO
(tw for: violence, hostage situations, mention of recreational drugs, a bit of swearing, neil being a mouthy ass mf, mild stabbings)
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Andrew had been having such a good day. 
Those were rare to come by: some form of disaster usually appeared, if not by mid-morning, then by lunch. A perp that was too handsy; an elderly woman shouting tireless angst at Andrew over not being able to find her precious, street-rat looking cat; a stack of overdue paperwork from the nightshift fuckers who were the worst people to exist ever. 
No: instead, Neil had woken him up with a tray of hot coffee, chocolate croissants and strawberries for their anniversary celebration (not that either of them had mentioned it), kissed the crumbs away from the corner of his mouth and lead Andrew into the shower with that damned smile of his. 
He’d driven Andrew to work (something about Allison holding down the fort), which meant Andrew didn’t have to commute and deal with the general public, or figure out where to park for half an hour. It was coming dangerously close to their rule of ‘don’t talk about work’, but Andrew couldn’t complain when Kevin had been too busy to scrutinise him upon entry to the bullpen. 
He and Renee had cracked a decent case, a burly dealer with a ‘Nittany Lions’ emblem tattooed across her collarbone had been shut away for being the primary distributor of a lethal strain of methamphetamine, and there hadn’t been a queue in his favourite subway corner store at lunch time. 
Wymack had stuck his head out of his office at about half-past two, with a quirk to his eyebrows. “They’re requesting backup at a shootout situation, up north. Change out.”
Andrew, who had just been getting slightly bored signing neighbourly complain forms, took this in his stride. Renee smiled at him as they left, always knowing more than Andrew ever let on. He hated being known at first, but years with Neil had tempered that discomfort, and having someone who knew what he needed when he couldn’t express it wasn’t half bad. 
He cut over Kevin’s music in the patrol car and let the windows down, siren tolling. There were no deaths on the scene as of yet - and Andrew had a feeling there would be none. 
It seemed as though there was where his good luck had run out for the day. 
Upon exiting the car, protocols had been adhered to, blocks were canvassed, civilians were removed, and Andrew found himself squatting behind a crumbling brick wall, Dan and Matt ahead of him, Kevin and Renee behind him. 
Dan looked around the doorway, signalled clear, and so they skirted into the small courtyard. The house in question had been the location for the shooting: how Andrew and the rest of his team had found themselves in the infiltration force was another issue entirely. 
“Sargeant, everything’s gone quiet, what’s happening?” Wymack demanded. 
“House is looking clear -” a distinct thud and Dan’s disgruntled “Oof!” had Andrew drawing out his gun once more. 
“Guns down,” came a strained voice, stepping out from behind the door with a gun held to Dan’s head. He had a ski-mask on. “Everyone put your guns down, or she dies.”
For fuck’s sake, Andrew thought, slowly crouching down and putting up his hands. Matt’s entire body was shaking, but he followed suit, Kevin and Renee copying him. 
Three men appeared: one grabbed Matt, another grabbed Kevin, whilst a third went for both Renee and Andrew. The glint in Renee’s eyes said it well enough: it wouldn’t do these fuckers well to underestimate either of them. 
But Dan still had a gun to her head, and Andrew was in no business of letting decent people die because he didn’t play along, so he let himself be shuffled into the basement of the house: there, he was shoved against one of the old, wooden pillars and tied up, hands behind his back. The rope burned against his skin. 
“Body in the corner,” Renee whispered, nudging his foot with hers. “Stripped, two bullet holes in the head. Look, you can see the Butcher cross on the back of their hand. It has to be a Bearcat.”
Andrew stared at the Butcher’s mark. His husband’s father had once liked to mark his loyalists with two gashes on the back of their hand, often with his favourite cleaver. Neil said he’d left similar marks across his father’s eyes when he’d finally brought him to his knees. The corpse in the corner had to be an older member of the Wesninski gang: Neil had changed a lot of things since inheriting his father’s syndicate. 
Gang violence was never great, nor simple, but perhaps a man who was loyal to Nathan Wesninski was better off dead. 
“Quiet!” one of the men barked, kicking Renee in the side of her head. Andrew grit his teeth as her head whipped back against the wall. 
“Search ‘em,” the other said, crouching by Dan. Identification, a spare twenty, her gun and taser and baton were all removed. When she tried to head-but him, he decided to gag her and tie said gag to the beam she was shoved against. He checked her hand for an engagement or wedding ring, of which neither Dan nor Matt ever wore during their shifts. Matt, Kevin and Renee went through the same thing, radios and guns and spare cash filched from their pockets. 
Then it was Andrew’s turn. He coiled up as soon as hands were on him, gritting his teeth. He hated sitting like a victim. He hated waiting around to be rescued. He would be able to cut through this rope somehow if he was just given a minute, but instead he was enduring hands across his arms and shoulders and back, down his legs. They didn’t find the knife in his boot - something he’d copied from Neil - but one of their fingers did catch on the silver chain around his throat. 
His eyes closed as they pulled it out. 
“Ha,” the crook sneered, snapping the silver chain and holding up Andrew’s wedding band. “Who’s the lucky girl? Doesn’t matter, I s’pose, if you never see her again.”
“You’re married? Since when!” Kevin remarked, and got a knee in the ribs for good measure. 
Andrew watched the man pocket his wedding ring and sighed. He’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to Neil when he got home. Hopefully his husband wouldn’t go out on a spree for vengeance just to get the ring back. Worse would be if he decided to go teaching everyone not to touch his family. 
For a few moments, the men left them alone, stomping around the house and yelling for good measure. They’d taken Dan’s radio to lay down their terms: they were no doubt in the midst of negotiation. 
“I went to the ceremony,” Renee offered in the strained silence. “It was very sweet.”
“Shut up, Renee.” Andrew muttered. 
“It’s their anniversary, today,” she added. 
He glared at her. “I hate you.” 
“What a way to spend it,” Matt murmured, looking to Dan, who was still gagged. He looked back to Andrew. “We’ll make sure you get back home to your...partner?”
“Husband.” Andrew confirmed, then mentally cursed himself for giving away such needless information whilst in a dusty basement, held hostage by some randoms who had already murdered one member of said husband’s gang. Instead, he shuffled his feet around to Renee. 
“I’ve got a knife,” he said, like she didn’t already know. He just didn’t want the others to see Renee trying to take off his shoe with her teeth when he’d just mentioned that he has a husband. She nodded, leaning down to pull at his laces, then tugging off his shoe with her knees. The knife skidded out: she kicked it back to Andrew, who flicked it into his hands. She shuffled around so that her ropes were accessible to him, and he got to work sawing. 
It only lasted thirty seconds before the men thundered back down stairs: Renee sat on the knife after Andrew dropped it to the floor. 
“They need a little more motivation,” the burliest one sneered, stomping over to Dan. “How about you, sarge?”
“You’re making a mistake,” Renee said, calmly. “I’m sure that if everyone walked free right now, we’d be able to figure something out. It doesn’t have to end badly.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he snapped. “God, you’re annoying, aren’t you? Not everything’s so simple, pig.”
“No,” a new voice agreed. “It’s not. But you could’ve at least cleaned this place up a bit before you made such a scene.”
“What the fuck,” the ringleader managed, just as two men dropped to their knees, hands to their stomachs. Two new figures stepped into the basement, dressed similarly. Both wore black jeans and sweaters, though one was a hood tugged firmly over their head, a bandana over their nose and mouth, whilst the other wore a ski-mask with a singular window for the eyes, long hair tucked up into a twist under the wool. 
The shorter figure’s blue eyes sought Andrew out immediately: he gave the man a quick nod. I’m alright. 
Those eyes burned like the ninth circle of hell. Instantly, Andrew knew he was safe. 
“The fuck is this?” the man said, just as another knife buried itself into the chest cavity of his third ally. “Hold on, hold on - are you repping Wesninski? How the fuck did you get here -?”
“Learn your place, Gorilla,” the shorter one said, spinning a knife around on his fingers. His counterpart - and if Andrew didn’t know it was Allison, he would’ve still been able to tell she was a woman - busied herself tying up the other three that were moaning on the floor. Gloved hands, double layered but still deft. Andrew grabbed the knife that was under Renee and kept sawing at her closures. 
“You don’t mess with a Wesninski, nor his people.” the knife was slowly raised to ‘Gorilla’s chin, just as gloved fingers reached into the crook’s pocket and drew out a small, silver band. “Too predictable with your trophies, Hawking. Dumped again?” 
The man - who was more than a foot taller than their savior and definitely double the width - roared with fury, raising up his hands. He was too late, his body slumping with a pinch to the back of his neck. 
The woman looked over to the corner, where the body was dumped, and sighed. “You weren’t the worst, Richie.”
“Definitely bad timing, A.” the man said, hopping over the unconscious body of his rival to lean over Andrew: the others looked on with intrigue as the mysterious man slipped Andrew’s wedding ring into his front pocket. 
“Go,” Andrew muttered from out the corner of his mouth. Only Renee would be able to hear. “We’ll be fine.”
“Love you,” Neil whispered back. Not a moment later, he was gone. 
“We’re we just saved by a Wesninski gang member?” Kevin wondered aloud. 
Not just any gang member, Andrew thought. Kevin would shit himself if he knew who was under that mask. 
“Stranger things have happened,” Matt said, though he was unsure. At that point, Andrew had cut Renee’s ropes free, and she set to work unbinding them all. 
Wymack was the first into the basement, fury scrawled across his scraggly brows. “Is everyone - Christ.” He looked to the four men on the floor: three stabbed and bound, still alive and writhing in pain, and one unconscious, jaw at a bad angle from where he’d fallen over. “Do I even want to know what happened?”
“I don’t think you’d believe us if we told you, sir,” Renee said, sweetly, as she cut Dan’s gag free and helped her off the floor. 
Wymack simply rubbed at his temple with one hand, the other reaching for his radio. “Four stretchers. All threats have been disengaged. Stand down: everyone is safe.”
*
Andrew felt his phone buzz as he was stood behind his desk, packing things into his bag to head home. Hostage situation aside, it’d still been a good day. 
Home now - got more ice cream and borrowed Bridget Jones’ Diary from Ally’s collection
I hate you, Andrew texted back. Heading home now - i can detour and get Joe’s thai
no, Neil said immediately. i’ve already got food being delivered. need to see u home and safe. 
Andrew felt something warm in his chest. I’ll be there soon. 
He tucked his phone into his bag, and brought out the ring that he’d kept tucked into the pocket of his pants all day, seeing as the chain had been broken. Carefully, he slid it onto his finger. It still fit, though he wasn’t sure why he’d thought that it wouldn’t. 
Across the room, Matt smiled, nudging Renee and gesturing to where Andrew had put on his wedding ring and was almost ready to leave. “The Monster has a husband.”
“Stranger things have happened,” Dan agreed, sidling up to the pair.
You barely know the half of it, Renee thought, watching her partner amble out of the bullpen, a fondness in her smile. 
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wow. SOFT.
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sanababes · 4 years
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Requested by: anon
Thief
Pairings: fem!reader x Handong
Warnings: Crime genre, fluff? i dunno really, its a bit short too so-
(im sorry if i didn't sticked to the prompt too much, i got off track quickly lol)
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Phantom. The name which everyone knows within the city of Seoul, her elusive, brazenly cheeky attitude was really getting into a certain detective's nerves. You've been in a cat and dog relationship with Handong since the day you decided to rob a bank in the central part of the city. Unfortunately, the latter couldn't catch you for once as you were too "good" at this kind of chase.
The skies are now colored grey as Handong rode her motorcycle to the police station. Arriving at the large-built building, she stepped inside while her co-workers greeted here and there. Handong was about to open her office door when Inspector Elkie called on her attention.
"Detective! I'm glad that you came early."
"Huh? I sure did, so is there anything wrong?" The older asked.
"We just got a call from one of our informants, it seems like Phantom is currently seen lurking around the recreational buildings around Hongdae street. I suggest that you bring a few units for back ups, Officer Changbin is assigned with you." Elkie stated.
"Understood, we'll get going now."
Handong immediately geared up and met up with the team as they got inside the police van. She sat down and buckles her seat belt, the familiar adrenaline coursing throughout her body as the thought of you being finally caught brought up her mood.
'Phantom, you'll be locked up in jail because of me soon...'
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"There's a report that our suspect might be on 2 locations, since we're quite a lot, let's split up into threes. Tzuyu and Gahyeon, the two of you are with me." Handong ordered strictly.
The team quickly followed and began to observe or investigate the area.
The three girls started to be aware of their surroundings, making it a little easier to feel your presence. Unknown to them, you're just leaning against the railing of the rooftop just right above them.
"Pathetic..." You chuckled lightly as you watched them search voyaging the narrow alley below.
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, you pulled yourself up while crouching to get a better view of a certain brunette. Her hair flows smoothly with her white complexion, completely making you in awe. A smile slowly creeps into your lips as you grabbed a deteriorated plastic bottle and tossed it below to the entrance of the dainty structure that you are on.
"Oh fuck! ...God, that scared that heck out of me." Gahyeon exclaimed after releasing a loud shriek.
"What was that?" Tzuyu asked, consciously glancing to Handong.
The older instantly checked what caused the sudden sound and saw the plastic bottle that you threw on the ground.
She looked up to see a rusty door, which would definitely lead close to your direction. Following her instincts, she loads her gun and looks over her shoulder.
"You guys stay here, if I don't come out within 20 minutes then you are authorized to look for me. Bring the units in as well."
Answered by a nod, Handong then opened the door and saw the worn out stairs that go up for a few floors. She hoisted her gun out, scanning her eyes around the concrete floor and walls around.
Meanwhile, you decided it was taking too long for Handong to catch a glimpse of you.
Walking towards the staircase, you looked down to see the latter climbing her way up with cautious steps. You rolled your eyes and faked a lousy cough.
"Oh! Who do we have here? Aigoo, our dear Dongie finally found me again–"
"Hands up! Don't you dare move from your place, Phantom." Handong hastily jogged to your position while pointing her gun towards you.
"Bringing out a gun now? Well, that's a bit new." You smirked playfully while cocking your head to her direction.
"Come on, just give up now already Phantom. I'm tired of playing games with you..."
You brought your hand up to fix your mask which hides your facial identity.
"Ughh, you're so boring Dongie." You sauntered slowly in front of the detective and placed the muzzle close to your forehead, holding her hands in the process.
"Why don't you pull that trigger of yours instead?"
Handong tried to seal her confusion but it didn't get pass through your sharp eyes.
You took this as a chance and twisted her wrist which made her drop the gun as you kicked it away from the two of you.
"What the–" you suddenly pushed her against the wall and leaned close to her elegant face.
"How are you doing? Wanna hang out in my place baby–" you got cut off by a harsh sting on your left cheek, thank god your mask didn't fell off.
"Ouch! What was that for?" You whined.
"You are such a dumbass." She said with a straight face.
You just grumbled under your breath before hearing dozens of people's footsteps from below. Your eyes widen for a minute but you finally registered what was happening.
"Tsk, now you're going to rot in prison Phantom," Handong smirked before swiftly inserting the handcuffs on both of your wrists.
"Fuck... be thankful I'm in a good mood today." You stated in low and husky voice.
"Huh? What are you talking about, you're literally going to jail–"
Handong couldn't finish what she was about to say when you pushed her aside and jumped out of the nearest window. You fell into the next building on the side before giving the detective a last glance, the look on her face made you laugh as her mouth gaped with her eyes enlarged with a hint of anger.
"Hasta la vista, baby!" You shouted and ran away from the scene with the handcuffs still in your wrists.
On the other hand, Handong just groaned as she looked out at the distance.
"I'll get you next time, you thief."
~the end~
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From selling to building [f->Raven] MC
Isn't it crazy how one simple decision can change your entire life. Investing in the right place at the right places, losing your life savings after a shady internet deal, hell even forgetting your coffee one morning causing you to collide with a lamppost. God I would kill for even a sip of coffee, hard to get it in my current situation. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name was Valley Jackson, one of the most successful realtors in Southern California. I don't know why I'm creating this manuscript in my head, its not like I'll be able to write or even tell someone about it. Maybe it's what I would create if I were to be human again. Maybe it's just to keep me sane. Regardless here's what happened.
I had been traveling north to LA to secure a deal with one of my higher paying clients, normally I'd have them come to me but due to their status I decided to make the drive. I was on the highway around 10:30 at night when I missed my exit. That little mistake cost me everything...
Valley let out an exasperated curse as she looked ahead to see when the next exit would be coming up. In her 42 years of living in California she had visited LA maybe three times. Seeing the next exit approached she signaled and got off the highway. She was 5'6" with an absolutely stunning figure. At that time her auburn hair hung just below her shoulders and her nails were painted white. She looked down at her gps and saw as it started to emmit static before shutting off entirely
"Damn it" she muttered as she realized she was in the middle of nowhere. After about a half hour of driving in circles she finally was about to give up and try again in the morning when a sign glinted just ahead. It read "Pan's antique shop. Open 24 hours! Maps and sightseeing guides provided."
"Oh thank god! Kinda strange its open 24 hours but I guess when tourism is your biggest income it wouldn't hurt to take in a late night traveler."
Soon she pulled into the long driveway marked by another sign. Down the road was a decent sized rustic store. Its arched windows alight with a yellow glow. She parked her car and entered the shop. Behind the counter was a twenty something man who was reading a book. He looked up and said
"Hi welcome to Pan's antique shop. What can I help you with?" Valley replied
"Oh I'm on my way to LA and missed my exit, do you have a map I could look at?"
"Sure, feel free to look around while I get them."
As he took a door behind his desk Valley looked around. There were various items, old political pins, rotary phones, a Walkman, but Valley only saw one thing that caught her eye. It was a pair of Raven shaped earrings. She was drawn to them almost magnetically, their golden beaks glinting in the shops lights.. She grabbed them and headed back to the counter. The man had returned with a few traveling maps.
"Did you find something you like?"
"Yeah, just these earrings. I take it you're Pan?"
He gave a small chuckle with a hint of something else but Valley couldn't quite determine what
"Oh no, definitely not. Pan's the owner, I just work night shift."
"Ah, well thank you!" She paid for the earrings and grabbed the maps.
"Drive safe!"
As Valley started to leave she suddenly felt really lightheaded before passing out completely.
"We're just gonna head about a hundred more feet ahead then we've made it to the camping spot."
Valley opened her eyes to see one of the magnificent California redwoods ahead of her. Confused, she looked over to see who spoke.
"You okay Valley? You look kinda pale." The speaker was a woman around her age with brown hair and a more slim figure than Valley's
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Uh Valley are you okay? Its me, your childhood friend Hailey? Do you seriously not know? Maybe we should look at that medici-"
"Im just kidding Hailey!" She was sensitive about discussing her medication. New memories appeared as she realized she did know Hailey, of course she did. She also remembered how she had decided to take this trip to celebrate Haileys 40th birthday.
"So just another 100ft Hay?"
"Yeah, if you're sure you're alright."
The pair continued the 100 feet before coming across a good enough sized clearing. Valley looked around while Hailey removed her tent bag from her back.
"You gonna help or just gawk?"
"Be right there Hailey!"
After some tribulations the pair managed to secure the tent to the ground. Valley removed two sleeping bags from her backpack and the pair began to undress. However as Valley took off her jeans something clattered to the ground. She reached down and picked up a pair of Raven earrings. Hailey turned around and froze.
"That's odd, I thought I got these on my way to-" she stopped as regained recollection of what had just been happening a few hours prior. She scratched her arm and looked at Hailey
"Oh uh silly Valley dont you remember getting those at the trail gift shop?"
"I got these at an antique shop today. In fact, I don't remember what happened after that. Did you drug me?"
"Valley you're not thinking clearly must be the medi-"
"No! Its not my medication! I don't even know you!"
"Valley I-"
"Did you bring me here to kidnapp me? Are people coming to kill me? I'm leaving!" Valley exited the tent with no pants or shirt and started to head back to the road.
"Wait!" Valley gave the finger and continued.
"I said wait." Hailey said in a dominant tone and Valley suddenly felt her knees lock. Something or someone was controlling her.
"What the hell?"
"Valley, I'm sorry it has to go this way. I was hoping-"
"Somebody help! Somebod-"
"Silence" Valley tried to scream again but no sound came out. She looked back to Hailey, terrified.
"Im sorry you're having to go through this. Here's how its gonna go, you are going to transform into a raven in a minute or two. My name is Hailey but this isn't me"
Before Valleys eyes Hailey underwent her own transformation. Her breasts retreated slightly into her chest as she lost some height. Her features softened and when it completed she looked to be in her early twenties.
"Im gonna give you the ability to speak and move but please don't scream."
She snapped her fingers and Valley fell to the ground. She looked up at Hailey and retorted
"I dont know what kind of drugs you've filled me with but-" she looked at her arm as she felt and itch. On her left arm was a single black feather. Not laying on it but actually attached to it. She pulled at it only to feel a sharp pain. As she watched more feathers sprouted down her arm. With each feather she grimaced but as soon as they reached her hand something else happened.
Her fingers merged together to form a single appendage. Only then did she realize it was real.
"P-please don't do this to me. I have a life! A career!"
"Don't worry, Pan's already sorted everything out. All your clients belive they've been using a different realtor, your family only remembers your brother. Its all packed away."
"I want to talk to Pan, please!"
She looked at her foot and saw three sharp talons poke through her sock. With her good hand she reached down and removed the sock. To her shock her ankle was covered by a corse yellow layer of a scale like texture.
"Im sorry, no can do. Pan's pretty busy and doesn't worry about stuff like this. I can take a message though."
"Please tell him to stoooaaaawk!" She grabbed her mouth and felt as her lips began to hardnen and push back against her hand.
"I'll tell him that, here's this." She handed a small mirror to Valley who looked into it. Her face also had jet black feathers on it, removing her hand revealed a small beak forming. Three more talons burst from her other foot as she pleaded once again
"I caaaaw! I caan't be a raven! I'm a human!" Hailey walked over and removed Valley's undergarments. Looking into the mirror Valley saw her face was covered in feathers and her mouth had finished becoming a beak. Her other arm followed the first as she dropped the mirror. Trying one last time she tried to plead
"Caw! Caw caw!" No matter how hard she tried she couldn't speak. So, she reached out with her wing and touched Haileys hand. But as she reached out it became harder and harder to extend her arm as they slowly tucked behind her back. She looked down with a shiver of ironic pleasure as her anus and vagina moved together to form her cloaca. Then she began to shrink. She hunched over, her body reforming so she would never stand upright again. As the transformation finished Valley looked down into the mirror and saw her eye shift from brown to purple, she fully resembled a raven. New thoughts entered her mind
'Eggs'
'Nesting'
'Flight'
'Mating'
'Offspring'
While she retained her human thoughts and mind she now had these new impulses and urges. She looked up to see Hailey writing in small notebook.
"Valley, Raven with purple eyes, room..." she checks her watch
"Room a2e365. I'm sorry this happened but try to become acclimated with your new life. Goodbye Valley."
She then faded away, leaving Valley alone.
Well, that's my story. After Hailey left I was forced to adapt to my new body. The first month I would continually hope to just wake up in my bed, ready for my old life. But that never happened. I got used to eating whatever I could find and flying oh flying. If there is any upside to the change (I still want to go back to my old life every day) its flying. Being able to soar through the skies unrestricted is freeing. The area im in is strange because if I fly more than around two miles in any direction I blink and end up back at the (now gone) campsite. I eventually figured put how to build a nest. Its not much, just some twigs in a tree but its mine.
One day I was doing my daily routine when I heard a whistle from bellow me. Soaring down I saw Hailey with a bag of birdseed. I perched on a tree branch near her and stared at her with resent. I continued my gaze until she extended some seed and my bird instincts took over and I automatically ate some.
"Thats better, I'm sorry I took so long to visit. How are you doing? I know its a big change but at least you have plenty of room to fly around. I got you this by the way, should make things easier."
She hung a small bird feeder on a nearby branch and continued
"Well, I'll be back." And she left me alone once again. She still visits every once in a while telling me more about how I'm lucky I still have my intellect and how I could behave been left as a mindless bird. I guess I am kinda lucky. Hold on, I see another Raven approaching my nest. Ooo he's a male, maybe ill get to feel the full bird experience ;)
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Michikatsu x reader x somewhat Muzan Angst (becoming a demon then leaving him for you)
"It's raining outside" (Y/n) said looking through the window of the room as the skies turn a darker shade of grey along with people hurrying to their houses. She doesn't know how to feel with the news of her best friend dying should she be strong or should she be weak.
Her mind turns blank as she turns around to look at the male with long black hair who was currently sleeping "Muzan I'm sorry" she said looking down at her hands tears starting to form on the corner of her eyes "I should have been the one sick, not you."
"If I pray hard enough you'll be out of this right?" She said holding back her sob her face slightly turning pink along with her eyes, that's when she hears a knock at front door of the house she quickly wipes her tears away as she quickly walks towards the main entrance "that must be the doctor I'll be right back okay Muzan?" She says softly turning around to the said male smiling at his direction.
She soon opens the main entrance door stepping aside to let the male in "hello doctor thank you for coming!" She said in a fake cheerful voice hoping that today's results will be different from last week's. As the male makes his way in "well hello to you too (L/n)!" The male said back in a cheerful voice he quickly walks in to go towards the room her best friend is in you quickly following behind.
The doctor soon puts his belongings down and sits down besides the sleeping male taking out an odd looking container as his smile widens. "(L/n) this is what's going to save him from his own death, this is the purest cure I could find this is what I call God's work! Something so rare that no other doctor has this is demon blood!" He said making Muzan groan in his sleeping form turning towards your way as your eyes widen from shock.
"This is a joke correct?" You say as your heartbeat quickened and palms become sweaty 'is this something good, or bad? Should I allow this to happen and save him or should I let him...no.' "Will it really?" You say as you gave the doctor a look of inscurity "Wake him up and watch a miracle happen (L/n)" You quickly put a hand on Muzan's shoulder shaking him softly to wake up as the male soon opens his eyes first annoyed then soft as he sees you.
"(Y/n) you know you don't have to stay I don't have much time left, so please stop wasting your time with me." He says sitting up as he sees the doctor is sitting on his left side. "Ah doctor I'm guessing your here to tell me how much time I have left?" Muzan says bitterly clenching his hands on his sheets "actually it's gonna be a little different today!" "Huh what do you mean Muzan said feeling a bit uncomfortable from the way the doctor is reacting "he's saying he'll cure you Muzan" You said smiling at the male softly as he looked at you then at the doctor.
"Well" the doctor said giving Muzan the container as the male drunk it "how do you feel?" the doctor said as Muzan started screaming feeling as if his skin was burning and mind was about to explode "M-muzan" you whimpered feeling terrible for letting him drink the demons blood. In rage Muzan cut the doctors head off not realizing his actions before you scream "YOU KILLED HIM!?" You screamed scared that your own friend might even kill you.
"We're you in on this too?" Muzan said looking at you with rage "you said this would cure me but you look at me as if I was a monster?" You nod your head at the male "w-well you n-now k-k-kill me too?" You said as tears started falling from your eyes "no, I no longer feel sick but as in to kill you I would never. But since you allowed this to happen I only find it fair that you turn into a demon along with me."
"W-what why, I o-only wanted y-you to be cured!" M uzan then gives you an upset look not satisfied with your answer "(Y/n) What happened on being together forever don't tell me your backing out now?" You quickly shook your head "n-no I would never, i-im just scared" you said wiping your tears away as Muzan soon smiled at you "I'm guessing your gonna have to drink my blood then" he said scratching his skin open letting the blood drip before his would would heal "drink" he demanded as your hands trembled you brought his arm closer drinking the blood that spilled out.
You soon felt immense of pain as you held your head tightly you felt like screaming and crying as the pain worsened making you scream out loud. "AAAAHHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTS SO MUCH MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOOOPPP!!!" Muzan then embraced you tightly against himself "shhhh it will all stop just endure it" and as he finished speaking the pain soon stoped. "Ah I, I don't feel pain anymore I-I feel hungry acyually" you said touching your stomach feeling it rumble.
M uzan looked at the doctors belongings as he picked up a certain paper that caught his attention "this paper, it says that their a a blue spider lily that will make us endure the sun?" Muzan says questioningly he looks out the window seeing that it's still raining "I guess we have to leave but first, we have to eat first" he says calmly scaring you a bit but all of that is forgotten when you smell something mouth watering that you don't know how to explain it but makes you feel as if you haven't eaten in years.
"M-muzan do you smell that?" You say standing up walking towards the main entrance door " that smell it smells so delicious I'm becoming more starved the more I smell, I-I wanna eat it now!!" You soon start sprinting slamming the door open as you run towards the smell you find a young women under shelter she doesn't seem to notice you from a distance too busy trying to be dry. Your mind hesitates wondering if you should commit the crime of eating her aliv or not as your to busy thinking you don't notice Muzan standing behind you "let's eat her together that way you don't feel so bad."
You're moth starts watering your hunger starts to intensify"B-but" "shush forget about being a human we are demons now" Muzan dashed towards the female when she was about to look at him he slaughtered her into two the smell of her blood coming out sting as it finally makes you snap. You quickly start biting into her flesh as you start crunching on her bones leaving nothing left behind.
Muzan quickly finished before you seeing as he's covered in blood made an annoyed sound "(Y/n) let's quickly go back" he said after you finally finished eating the women. As you start walking by his side both of you not missing your bloody form.
"Hey by any chance did you eat the doctor?" You said looking at the male questionably "no and I rather not that man made me so mad I perfer watching his corpse get eaten by wild animals then myself" you quickly nod your head but another question pops up in your head "then how come you didn't eat me when you became a demon?" "I'm guessing i can control my hunger since I wasn't very hungry around you or the doctor at that moment." You stayed silent as you then held his hand.
"Hey Muzan, can I be with you forever? Since you know will live forever" you said side glancing him as the male slightly tightened his hold on you "yeah I don't mind being with you forever" he said the last part more to himself. You smiled to yourself as the thought of you and Muzan together made you feel slightly giddy.
But in the end you don't know if its a good feeling or not as you then start swinging both of your hands together.
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Thousands of years pass as you then met him, Michikatsu a small boy who was training to be a samurai you met him once when you saw him setting outside of his house late in a cold night you approached him carefully as not to scare him. "Little boy why are you outside?" You said as you kneel down to his level as he looked at you in the eye "well I'm out here because, I was punished for talking to my little brother he said as he tried keeping himself warm you then rapped you haori around his small body. As he looks up to you surprised as you then picked him up Michikatsu unsure if he really wants to move away from your warmth or not.
"Lady you do know you can get sent to jail for kidnapping right?" He said as he didn't bother to leave your grip as you giggled to his response "well your not moving from my grip so I don't see why you would say that?" You said smiling sweetly towards him he just snuggled closer towards you as strangely enough you provided enough heat. "I font know why lady but you make me feel comfortable he said making you smile softly since that encounter you stopped seeing Muzan.
That was your first encounter with him as later on you would spend your days with Michikatsu he would talk to you all the time and bring you gifts. When he would do something that would please you he would as for his reward that was your affection. He wasn't even hurt when Yoriichi left just as long he can be with you and Yoriichi was angered he didn't feel anger emotions once but he was upset that a strange being like yourself managed to take his brothers attention away he swore he would kill you. Later years passed
"My father he, wants me to get engaged with a women I don't know and I don't want too." Michikatsu said laying his head on your lap as you played with his hair "Michi are you sure you want to disobey your father you have always worked hard to get his attention." You said as you stopped playing with his hair Michikatsu looked up at your eyes with hope as he spoke "let me be with you, I know you are not human but let me, let me be with you please."
He said as you started feeling guilty for making him want to be with you. "Michi-no" he interrupted you looking determined at you "it's my choice so please let me be with you (Y/n) I no longer care what my father thinks of me just as long as I'm with you." You felt happy, guilty, sadness and more as you didn't know how to respond.
Until you agreed "okay" was all you said as Michikatsu grabbed your hand and kissed it saying thank you. One year passesd as you were cooking in your house waiting for what is now your husband Michikatsu he was now a samurai and surprisingly you a demon are pregnant life became amazing as you agreed to be his wife Michikatsu treating you as if you were the queen of the world he eventually became a demon slayer you two later have three more kids as one day.
Muzan showed up "so this is were you've been" he said glaring at you with a hated look as you were put all your children. "Why are you here you responded quietly as to not wake up your children "isn't it obvious?" He said madly as he gripped your wrist and threw you out of the room "How unfucking believable you leave your only friend for a human being after I turned you into a demon.
At that moment your life flashed before your eyes as Muzan himself killed you. He at first loved you but soon turned mad when he found out you left him for a human he left the children alone as he left the house Michikatsu soon found your haori on the floor confused on why you weren't home as he heard a whimpering sound on his left he saw his oldest child holding the youngest closer towards themselves as they spoke "M-mommy she was killed" he said as he bursted out in tears.
Since then Michikatsu worked harder alongside his brother no longer feeling jealousy towards his brother as he swore to kill the one who killed you but little did he know his own little brother was part of it.
"Kill her my brother does not deserve to live with filth besides if you do I will spare you" Yoriichi said letting the demon go from death as he looked at the one in front of him with hatred do was already planning that he said as he quickly left.
(This lowkey feels kinda rushed if not then really)
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nighting-gale17 · 4 years
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im dyin’ (oh santa fe...)
TW: (very) vague suicidal references
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Painting was the only thing he could do right now.
His eyes stayed fastened on the swirling colors gently brushed across the canvas, losing himself in the art. It calmed his racing mind and pounding heart better than anything or anyone else would have been able to even try (that was a lie—soft pink lips, firm hands, lean body… but he couldn’t). If he stopped, if he let his brain think too much, then all he would think about was how helpless we was and how there wasn’t anything he could do to help Crutchie, or the rest of the newsies, and those kids—
Like he said. If he painted, he didn’t think.
Jack let out a frustrated huff and stepped back from the canvas, eyeing his work critically. It was coming along alright, he supposed, though he might’ve been a little too generous with the purple. If he added some pink, though, it would set it off nicely with the sunset in the background…
Hours were lost to him as he painted in the back of Miss Medda’s theatre. The splatters of paint on his skin distracted from the still aching bruises from the fight. Each careful stroke of the brush across the canvas silenced any thought that tried to form in his mind. It was therapeutic, in a way, he supposed. It gave him control over something when he had never felt more helpless in his life and he enjoyed the way his body began to relax as he lost himself in his work.
“Jack? Postage for Jack Kelly?” 
Jack momentarily zoned back in to the rest of the world, glancing over his shoulder at the young postage boy that had walked into the back of the theatre. “Yeah, that’d be me.” he said, putting his paint brush back in the paint cup and reaching out to the boy. “Thanks.”
The boy nodded and waved as he handed him the letter and then took off.
Jack frowned down at the letter, feeling dread start to build up in the pit of his stomach as he looked at it. His name was scrawled across the top is messy, shaky handwriting—chicken-scratch, he had used to tease Crutchie—but it was the smeared bloodstain on the edge that caught his attention.
Dear Jack,
Greetings from the Refuge. How are you? I’m okay. Guess I wasn’t much help yesterday. Snyder soaked me real good with my crutch. Oh, yeah, Jack, this is Crutchie, by the way. These here guards, they is rude. They say jump, boy, you jump or you’re screwed. But the food ain’t so bad, least so far, ‘cause so far they ain’t brung us no food. Ha. Ha. 
I miss the rooftop. Sleepin’ right out in the open, in your penthouse in the sky. There’s a cool breeze blowin’ even in July. Anyway, so, guess what? There’s a secret escape plan I got. Tie a sheet to the bed, toss the end out the window, climb down, then take off like a shot! Maybe though, not tonight. I ain’t slept and my leg still ain’t right. Hey, but Pulitzer, he’s goin’ down! And then, Jack, I was thinking we might just go like you was saying. Where it’s clean, and green and pretty, with no buildings in your way, and you’re ridin’ palominos every day. Once that train makes—
Damn this place. I’ll be fine, Jack, good as new. But there’s one thing I need you to do. On the rooftop, you said, that a family looks out for each other. So you tell all the fellas for me to protect one another.
The end.
Your friend,
Your best friend.
Your brother,
Crutchie
God damnit.
Jack took a deep breath as he carefully folded up Crutchie’s letter with shaky hands. Somehow, the letter hit his heart almost as hard as it did when he tried to go see him last night. The bloody and bruised up silhouette of him in the dark, curled up on the top bunk just trying to breath through the pain—
He couldn’t even make it to the window.
And it was all Jack’s fault. He never should have tried to kid himself that he could do something that would help the people he loved—it always backfired on him. Apparently, his parents and siblings hadn't been enough proof of that. Tears burned in his eyes and he sniffed, blinking them away and wiping at his cheeks with his hand. Crutchie might die in that—that awful place, and Jack couldn’t do a single damned thing about it.
“Jack?”
Jack quickly shoved the letter into his apron pocket, quickly brushing the back of his hand over his cheeks to get rid of any tears. He glanced up slightly from the corner of his eye as Miss Medda approached him, keeping most of his attention to the ground.
“Here’s everything I owe you for the first backdrop.” She told him, holding out a pink envelope with a gentle smile on her face. She turned and gestured toward the backdrop he was currently working on, a soft look of awe on her face that he never was able to understand. “Plus this one. And even a little something extra,” Miss Medda continued, turning back to him with that same smile. “Just account’a because I’m gonna miss you so.”
“Miss Medda,” Jack protested. “I—”
“Jack.” Miss Medda cut him off, a vaguely disappointed look on her face, as if he was doing something wrong by refusing to take her payment. She held out the pink envelope to him again expectantly.
He took it from her slowly, unable to meet her eyes as his fingers slid over the fine, pink parchment. “You’re a gem.” he said when he was finally able to speak past the lump of emotion in his throat, giving her a strained smile.
“Just tell me you’re goin’ somewhere,” Miss Medda sighed softly as Jack dropped the envelope in his apron pocket. “not running away.”
Jack lifted his eyes up to glance at her and then scoffed. “Does it matter?” He brushed past her, his eyes lingering on his almost finished painting. He told everyone it was of Santa Fe—of somewhere nicer, far, far away from the claustrophobic presence of New York. And it wasn’t a lie. But the way he planned on getting there—well, money wasn’t going to help him get there. He just wished he had the courage to finally take the dive and leave this dump behind.
“When you go somewhere and it turns out not to be the right place, you can always go somewhere else.” Miss Medda was continuing, pulling Jack out of his thoughts. “But if you’re running away, nowhere is ever the right place.” She walked up toward him, putting her hand on his shoulder and squeezing it comfortingly.
Jack dropped his gaze and averted his eyes, trying not to show just how much of Miss Medda’s words struck. He knew she was right. He knew he was running away, like a coward, but it was all he wanted to do, as selfish as it is. Wanted to run away to Santa Fe, where he could be free of hunger, pain, the misery of everything in this awful—
“Jack! How ‘bout lettin’ a pal know you’re alive?”
Jack’s head jerked up so fast his neck protested the action, making him wince as the ache from his injuries made themselves known again. Davey was there (of course he was, he never should have shown him this place) on the catwalk, staring down at him with that infatuating grin before bolting away.
“Why don’t I leave you with your friend?” Miss Medda said, a knowing look on her face as she patted his cheek gently and walked away.
“Where did you go?” Davey asked as he rounded the corner, almost out of breath. “We couldn’t find ya!”
“You ever think I didn’t wanna be found?” Jack retorted, bitterness coating his words as he walked forward and grabbed one of his paint brushes out of the cup, intent on finishing what he started. And maybe if he ignored him, Davey would get the hint and leave him alone. Though, a tiny part of him hoped he might stay.
“Hey, is that a real place?” Davey asked suddenly, gesturing with the newspaper he was holding in his hand to the backdrop Jack was currently painting. “That Santa Fe?”
Jack ignored him, trying ti hide the way his heart race ticked up at the thought by bending his head and dipping his paint brush in the soft pink paint. He knew Davey was just talking about the actual Santa Fe, way down there in Mexico where the skies were clear and the stars shone at night. But Jack had stopped thinking about Santa Fe as an actual, physical place a long, long time ago.
“Hey, did you see the papes?” Davey tried again when Jack continued to work on his painting, appearing in the corner of Jack’s eye and waving the paper in his hand around. “We are front page news, above the fold!” He unfolded the paper, practically shoving it under Jack’s nose. “Oh, yes. Above. The fold.”
Davey grinned at him as Jack looked up, barely giving the paper a glance as he forced Davey backward so he could reach the other side of his painting. “Good for you.” he muttered before ducking his head down to focus on the strokes of the brush across the canvas.
“Everyone wants to meet the famous Jack Kelly!” Davey went on, brushing his hand across Jack’s shoulder and leaving goosebumps in his wake. He paced across the floor behind Jack, his footsteps an annoying distraction from his painting. “Even Spot Conlon sent over a kid just to say, ‘Next event, you can count on Brooklyn.’ How about that?”
Jack let out a frustrated breath, glancing over at Davey before he returned to swap out his paint brush. “We got stomped into the ground.”
“Yeah, they got us this time. I’ll grant you that.” Davey acknowledged, though there was a tone of confusion in his voice. “But we took round one, and with press like this, our fight is far from over.”
“Every newsie who could walk was out there this morning, selling papes like the strike never even happened.” Jack shot back, finally turning in his squatted position to level Davey with a frustrated look. He rose back to his feet, intent on getting back to his painting and just wishing Davey would get the hint and go away.
“And I was right out there with them.” Davey said hurriedly, putting his hand out and forcing Jack to stay in place. “If I don't sell papes, my folks don’t eat.”
“Save your breath.” Jack snapped, his irritation finally getting the best of him. “I get it. It’s hopeless.”
“But then I saw this look on Wiesel’s face!” Davey continued, spinning on his heel as Jack brushed past him to return to his painting. “He was actually nervous and I realized this isn’t over. We got ‘em worried. Really worried.” Davey’s finger gently pressed on the underside of Jack’s jaw and forced his head up to look at him and his way too earnest expression. “And I walked away. Lots of other kids did too. And that is what you call a beginning.”
Jack held his gaze, forgetting for a second how to breathe as he looked into those wide brown eyes. He didn't realize it before, but there was an underlying concern in his eyes for him as well, mostly hidden by his excitement and hope over the strike. But it was still there. And damn, if Jack couldn't ever remember the last time someone other than Miss Medda or Crutchie looked at him with worry like that.
The finger under his jaw brushed up his cheek bone, brushing lightly against the skin and drawing a shuddering breath out of Jack. The soft fingers, those of a well learned man, a contrast to the abused, rough callouses Jack had, slowly stroked over the skin. Davey’s eyes were soft and bright as he opened his mouth to say something, but then the moment was broken by the too loud, high pitched sound of a child.
“There he is, just like I said!”
Jack looked over his shoulder and scowled, glaring up at the catwalk where Davey’s little brother was pointing at him with Katherine at his side. “For cryin’ out loud,” He growled, standing on his feet and clutching his paint brush tighter in his hand as he stormed over to where the rest of his paints were. “Where’s a fella gotta go to get away from you people?”
“There’s no escapin’ us, pal.” Davey followed him, voice slightly teasing, their moment forgotten. “We’re inevitable.”
Jack thinks of Santa Fe a little more wistfully. He ignored the three of them as they chattered off to the side, trying his hardest to escape back into that numbing, silent place painting always gave him refuge in. But, of course, this was practically impossible considering the tension in his shoulders from the presence of the others. He just wanted to be alone. Why wouldn’t they just go away?
He turned back to his paints as he ran out of the blues, once again wishing for one of those nice, small palettes to keep his paints on. He spotted Katherine slowly walking towards him and gave her a glance as he headed towards his paints. “Word is, you wrote a great story.”
“Hey, you look like hell.” Katherine said, a deep frown on her face as she walked toward him. Jack saw her raise her hand from the corner of his eye as he bent forward to get his paints, felt himself tensing slightly at the thought of her touch, but thankfully, she seemed to think twice about it and dropped her hand.
“Hey, Jack, where’s that supposed to be?” Les piped up, bouncing on top of a box of his painting supplies and making Jack grimace.
“It’s Santa Fe,” Davey answered for him when Jack refused to speak, busying himself with the paints by his feet.
“Oh, I gotta tell you, Jack. This, ‘Go West, young man!’ routine is getting tired.” Katherine told him, eyeing his painting critically when he sat up and glared at her.
“Tired?” Jack echoed, standing back on to his feet with a sour taste in his mouth. “Tired? Ya know, for a blacklisted reporter, you sure got a lot of nerve sayin’ stuff you don’t kno’ nothin’ about.”
“How did you know I got blacklisted?” Katherine frowned, further irritating Jack with just how unfazed she seemed to be by his comments.
“I ain’t an idiot.” he snapped. “Despite what you might think.”
“Can we table the palaver and get back to business?” Les interrupted, exasperation in his voice in a way only a child as young as Les could achieve. “Will Medda let us have the theater?”
“It’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya!” Davey left his brother’s side, walking up to Jack with that all-too earnest look on his face again. “We wanna hold a rally, a citywide meeting where every newsie gets a say and a vote. And we do it after working hours so no one loses a day’s pay. Smart?”
Jack looked up at that earnest face and had to look away. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room.”
“The guy who paints places he’s never seen is calling us crazy?” Katherine scoffed, gesturing towards his unfinished backdrop.
Jack froze at her words, anger boiling through his veins so violently he had to take a deep breath before he started to speak. “You wanna see a place I seen, huh?” he asked, glaring at her as he brushed past Davey and threw his paintbrushes onto the ground. The violent clatter caused Katherine to flinch, startled, but Jack couldn’t bring himself to care, couldn’t think past the anger and hate and guilt mixing together in his chest. “How about this?” He marched towards the backdrop and shoved it around, turning it so the sketch he’d drawn on the other side was visible.
It was nothing but harsh black strokes, drawn when he first got here and he needed an outlet for the anger and fear writhing through his veins, demanding to be released. The faceless newsies—just children, they were only kids—being stomped on, crushed, by the Pulitzer giant.
“Newsie Square, thanks to my big mouth, filled to overflowing with failure.” he spat the words out like they were poison, that familiar anger swirling in his chest every time he looked at the cartoon. “Kids hurt! Others arrested!”
“Lighten up. No one died.” Davey snapped at him.
Jack turned to face him, shocked, unable to believe what he had just said. “Oh, is that what you’re aimin’ for?” As he spoke, he could already tell that Davey was regretting his words but Jack was past the point of caring. “No, no, go on!” he shouted, waving his hand in the air. “Call me a coward! You call me a quitter. Ain’t no way I’m puttin’ them kids back in danger.”
“We’re doing something that's never been done before!” Davey shot back desperately. “How could that not be dangerous?”
Jack wanted to scream. Why didn’t Davey and Katherine understand that there were real consequences to what they were doing? That there were things worse than death that could be forced on them. He worked his jaw, taking a deep breath before he spoke, his voice quieter now. “Specs brung me a note from Crutchie at the Refuge. I tried to go see him last night. I went up the fire escape. They busted him up so bad, he couldn’t even come to the window.” He squeezed his eyes shut as the vision of Crutchie’s bloodied silhouette on that bed flashed in his head. “Now what if he don’t make it, huh?” he asked tearfully, opening his eyes back up, uncaring of the shine he knew they had. He pointed accusingly with a shaking hand at Davey as the other boy looked away. “Are you—Are you willin’ to shoulder that? For what, half a penny a pape?”
“It’s not about pennies, Jack!” Davey yelled, his face starting to turn red from a mixture of frustration and something else in his eyes. “You said it yourself.” he lowered his voice as he walked closer to Jack, who only turned away and wiped at his face with his hand. “My family wouldn’t be in the mess we’re in if my father had a union. This is a fight we have to win!”
“If I wanted a sermon, I would show up to church.” Jack snarled, stepping forward and getting into Davey’s face until they were only a breath apart. “None of you get it! The consequences of continuing this fight are greater than any reward that could come out of it.”
“Jack, you’re being ridiculous.” Katherine tried to start, but Jack cut her off with a glare.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about.” He scowled, the anger still simmering in his veins. “None of you do! You all came from nice, stable families—still got a mam and pops you can go runnin’ home to. Well not all of us got somethin’ that nice! Some of us learned about the real world a lot sooner!” he shouted.
Silence met his words and Jack forced himself to take a step back, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Yeah, those kids might not have died. But they were taken to the Refuge. And I doubt there’s a hell worse than that place.”
“Jack, please—” Davey tried again.
“No!” Jack snapped, lifting his gaze to glare at the other man, ignoring the hurt shining in those eyes. “Those kids are in there because of me. Crutchie, is in there because’a me, and he might be dying. Yous can do whatever ya want. But leave me outta’ it.”
He walked past Davey, intent on finishing his painting for Miss Medda like he had promised and then getting the hell out of there to figure out how to save Crutchie. But Davey grabbed a hold of his arm before he could walk past, his grip tight on his bicep. “Jack.” he said quietly, but Jack refused to look up. “What happened at the Refuge to you?”
Jack felt his entire body stiffen at the question. Flashes of pain and beatings and crying brothers and sisters flipped through his mind. He bit the inside of his cheek long enough until he tasted blood before he spoke. “That ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.” He ripped his arm from Davey’s grip, ignoring the way he immediately longed for the touch after it was gone. 
Davey was still yelling his name, desperately, lost in the cacophony of voices as Katherine and Les’ joined in with him. But Jack ignored them, taking off away from the theatre. He didn’t know where he was going. All he knew was he needed out. He needed a plan, he needed to rescue Crutchie.
Santa Fe… One day…
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shamemp3 · 4 years
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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME
@demondeals thank you for tagging me this was SO MUCH FUN!! ily!!
1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.
aah this is hard okay so first and foremost peter parker. he’s one of those characters that have always been relatable in almost every aspect of life since i was a kid, especially when it comes to how he deals with his feelings and like his emotions and humor and his problems in general?? and then also jake peralta also because of feelings and how he tries to avoid them and be all!! fun fck yea!! and humor and idk?? also i love amy santiago so... third i think is percy jackson bc no thoughts head empty and he is impulsive and also brave and i would like to think that i am brave?? and yeh im trying to make this as short as possible and only vaguely explain but. it’s not working ksdfjbv okay fourth character is stiles stilinski ig?? like sarcasm and humor again, and idk this is all repeating but it all comes back to how he deals w his feelings and guilt and problems and idk the reasons are mostly the same with all these characters and yea there’s more but i feel like i am talking too much so i will stop skjdbvjk
2. Aesthetic
milkshakes and fries, neon lights, blasting the car radio, doing literally anything as long as it’s with friends, city lights, train rides at night, playing video games till sunrise, campfire smell, denim and flannels, drive-in movies
3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)
uhh i’ve only listened to hamilton which had some really cool beats! ive also listened to a few songs from dear evan hansen, wicked, mean girls, and oh now that i think about it i’ve seen the shrek musical on netflix and 10/10 phenomenal in every way that’s my favorite one
4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?
i know i’ve gotten compliments but for some reason i cant remember any?? like the second i read this question my brain went whoosh. idk probably whenever people tell me im funny or notice that im keeping my cool in a situation that is very NOT cool?? idk i really cant think of any rn jdfsbksdjb but there have definitely been compliments that i have thought about for weeks bc i was like....omg? me? kinda sad that i dont remember them i really hope i do soon bc i wouldnt wanna forget smth like that sjkdbdvhsb
5. How many times have you been in love?
i don’t think i’ve ever been in love (at least romantically)? im not certain but im 90% sure i haven’t. but when it comes to friends and family, sososos many times i lvoe them all
6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?
uhhh i got pantsed in like grade 7 bc i was being dragged across the floor and then this 9th grader came up to me in the middle of the hallway and yelled “HEY I SAW YOUR ASS” i wanted to perish
7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?
ooh probably zootopia or wall-e!!
8. Favorite flower or plant?
this is hard! i love ferns and sunflowers and hydrangeas and ooh also vines 
9. What’s your favorite holiday?
i love new year’s eve! it’s just fun because we all just stay up and celebrate and there’s always this feeling of “oh i got through another year!” also 4th of july but not bc of the actual holiday just bc my old town used to have these 4th of july carnivals that were crazy fun and i used to go like almost every day when the carnival was in town
10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.
first one is my school posted a picture of me graduating on their facebook and my mom sent them the link to look at it and when they pressed on it they started replying to my mom thinking it was on whatsapp but they left like 7 comments on the school’s post in arabic so that was funny as fukckjdbf, second is atla bc i love that show and everyone is so precious, and number 3 is literally any conversation with any of my friends
11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?
axel f by crazy frog. next question
12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.
probably watching one of my favorite movies (mr. popper’s penguins or itsv tbh) or like just going on any of my friend’s gcs and sending memes and stuff
13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?
i plan on going into chemistry!! i might also minor in computer or environmental science, but i’m still undecided! crazy because up till a few months ago i had zero idea what i wanted to do and my plans kept changing like every week
14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?
probably my denim jacket or my really big red sweatshirt? idk tbh i really only buy clothes that i know i would feel myself in and that i would be comfortable, but i think those two are probably my favorites?
15. What is a quote you live by?
power of people is stronger than the people in power because i want to take down the evil government. this is the first one i thought of so it’s staying skjvbjksdb
16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.
i have ‘AAAAHHHHHHH’ and i have ‘mitten ski’ which is a playlist composed entirely of mitski songs
17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.
wanna touch knees?
18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?
please stand up for urself and talk ab ur feelings for the love of god it’s ok to admit to being not ok ?? also everything in the world is not ur fault, chill btich
19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)
i can’t really do this bc i really do love all of them in a different way. i’m definitely closest to my mom because i’ve lived with her all my life, but i still can’t pick favorites
20. What’s a secret dream of yours?
to be an astronaut pls this isn’t a secret i just really want to be an astronaut or a superhero pls someone give me a radioactive eel bite or send me to space or something. also to be able to be more open w people and to visit aleppo again 
i’m tagging: @natasharxmanov @anthonydarling @parkersedith @jessjones @anxieteandbiscuits if you guys want to!!! ily all very much
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HOLIC - 20 | jb x reader
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pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader
genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au
warnings: some fluff + angst
words: 4.5k
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Getting out of the apartment was refreshing. You realized how much you needed that almost immediately after you set one foot inside of Mark’s bar, your friends chattering excitedly next to you. The thrilling chaos inside – there were a lot more people here tonight than when you’ve been here last – seemed to ease the restless gears of anxiety inside of your mind, and, for once, you felt yourself smile even before the first drops of alcohol reached your lips.
Mark proved himself to not just be a great bartender-turned-friend but also a charming guy in general, and you had first-row tickets to watch Kiera bond with him about every single thing that they talked about. She had been complaining about her crush on someone at work but all of that flew out of the window when she and Mark began an in-depth discussion about skiing – was there anything that Mark couldn’t do? – all while completely ignoring the rest of your friends.
“Did you bring us here to introduce Kiera to Mark?” May asked, sulking as she’d realized she was the only one out of your group of friends who didn’t have any guy problems. Clearly, she was starting to want some.
“No, I brought us here because this is the one place in the city where I can guarantee that none of the bartenders will be starting a conversation with you unless you do it first,” you replied knowingly. “Also, the drinks here are amazing, so don't look at me like that. I didn’t know they were going to click.”
“Does your roommate have any other friends?” May asked then and you started to laugh before your mind returned to the ambiguous conversation you and Jaebum had had earlier this morning.
“He does,” you said, suddenly bitter. “He was explicitly clear about how many friends he has, actually.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hyojin interjected, curious about the change in your tone.
“Nothing,” you tried to dismiss it, not wanting to over-analyze everything you’ve already over-analyzed several times before tonight. “We had a confusing talk this morning after I told him I hung out with Mark on the night of—uh, last night.”
Both of them noticed your purposeful change of sentence structure as you avoided mentioning Jiho’s show. Your friends already knew what had gone down – they asked as soon as you texted them, inviting them to hang out – and they were five seconds away from beating Jiho up for not having clear intentions – even if you didn’t blame him for the misunderstanding; if anything, you thought you were the one who deserved a beating for being so desperate to assume that Jiho was into you romantically, instead of seeing you as a networking opportunity.
“Maybe he was jealous,” Hyojin guessed, a small smirk on her lips as she said this.
“Who?” Mark’s voice suddenly interrupted your conversation, cutting you off before you could even open your mouth to reply. “Are you talking about Jaebum?”
“Of course, we are,” you said, sighing. “He’s the source of all my headaches.”
Mark chuckled, nodding understandingly. “If it’s any consolation, Jaebum had given me plenty of headaches since I first met him.”
“Jaebum was jealous that she was with you last night,” Hyojin updated him, patting your shoulder after she saw the look you gave her.
Mark raised his eyebrows as you groaned, pushing your friend’s hand off of yourself.
“He wasn’t jealous because of that,” you disagreed. “He just got this weird reaction when I told him I was here. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll never figure him out anyway. He’s been reacting irrationally to almost anything I’ve told him, that’s just who he is, I guess.”
“Yeah, he does that. And I’m sure he has his reasons for behaving in weird ways,” Mark said, an apologetic smile on his face. “I take it, you asked him what was up, and he changed the topic?”
It was really nice to hear him say this because this meant you weren’t the only one dealing with – and getting confused by – Jaebum, although sometimes it did feel like you were the only person who could not figure him out while everyone else had no problems with him. You knew that wasn’t the case, though. You knew how well Jaebum hid his real emotions from everyone and yet it was still so easy to forget about all of that each time he shut you out.
“That’s exactly what happened,” you said. “I think he said he was confused about something.”
“Maybe he’s still mad about you because of all that happened with Suji?” Kiera tried to help but you only frowned. You’ve decided to ignore everything that lead back to Suji, just like you were hoping to ignore everything in relation to Jiho. You simply couldn’t focus on so many problems at the same time without your head exploding.
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “We were fine for a couple of days after we made up, and then… we weren’t. Or, maybe we still are and he’s—okay, I don’t know. He left me this note when he went out last night, telling me not to wait for him as if he wanted to avoid having to talk to me. But then he gave me the impression as though he was almost willing to alter his plans to hang out with me because of—”
“Oh, but that’s good!” Hyojin suddenly cut you off, nearly dropping her drink in excitement. “He wants to spend time with you!”
“No. He feels like he has to spend time with me,” you said. “He was almost relieved when I said I was going to go out with my own friends and he realized he wouldn’t have to be stuck with me. Maybe he’s sick of my shit and the act I pulled with Suji just made it worse.”
“Okay,” May said, shaking her head. “I love you but now you’re just imagining things.”
Your friends gave her agreeing looks but you insisted, “I’m not, I swear. He’s—”
“Okay, no offense,” Mark was the one who cut in this time. “But, seriously, you might be overthinking. I don’t think it’d make much sense for Jaebum to not want to spend time with you. Or to... hate you. Or whatever.”
You raised your eyes to meet his from across the bar.
“Why do you say that?” you asked.
“Well, first of all, you live together,” he began to explain. “Second of all, he said he forgave you for seeing Suji, didn’t he? Jaebum is great at a lot of things – being a dick is one of them – but he’s not too good at hiding his real feelings. He tries, of course, but you can always tell that something’s wrong with him. You said you were fine with each other, so that means his forgiveness was genuine. Otherwise, you would have noticed that something was up as soon as you two made up. Don’t doubt him so much. And, finally, he told you everything about his ex, didn’t he? I’m sure you and I are the only people who know about this, and that has to mean something.”
You really haven’t thought much about Jaebum’s reasons for telling you the truth about Suji – you figured it was just because he didn’t want you to text her. But, then again, if that was the case, he could have still found a way to be secretive about it. He could have said that she was a psychopath because she wouldn’t let him break up with her, but instead of that, he told you about nearly every single thing that went wrong in their relationship.
“Actually,” Kiera added, looking a little awkward. She must have been scared of making you feel uncomfortable with her next words. “Maybe the reason why Jaebum is being weird all of a sudden – if he really is and you’re not just overreacting – is because he feels weird. Because now you know so much about Suji. Because he’s told you so much about her. And, by the way, I hope to God she’s not a serial killer that you’re covering for – although I wouldn’t put it past her from what I’ve seen – since you haven’t really told us that much about her.”
“Sorry. It’s not right for me to talk about her,” you apologized quickly. “I already interfered in Jaebum’s relationship too much.”
“You didn’t interfere,” Kiera disagreed and then reconsidered, “okay, you did, but it wasn’t in this extremely invasive way, you know what I mean? You didn’t put a knife to his throat and force him to spill the truth. He decided to tell you everything himself for whatever reason that might be. And, yeah, I think he doesn’t know what to do with himself now that you suddenly know so much about him.”
You considered it – and momentarily admitted to yourself that this indeed made some sense in an otherwise senseless world inside of your apartment – but before you had a chance to say anything, Mark spoke up.
“That could be the case,” he agreed and earned a grateful smile from Kiera – which could actually be the very reason why he took her side. “Jaebum isn’t the kind of person who opens up to random strangers, he—”
“Are you calling me out here?” you cut him off, remembering how you came here looking for Jaebum and ended up pouring your heart out to Mark instead.
Mark seemed to remember this instance as well because he smiled before shaking his head.
“No. And you and I aren’t strangers anyway,” he said. “Jaebum is one of my closest friends and he’s sort of involved with you – and I actually like you – so that basically makes us friends.”
“Sort of involved” was not how you would have described your relationship with your roommate but you didn’t have time to object before your friends started to snicker wildly, nodding along to everything Mark had said.
“You know, actually, they’re a lot like each other,” Hyojin said. “When she moved in with him and found out that he’s actually a guy, she didn’t tell that to any of us – and only mentioned it to May when she got her drunk – because she was afraid we’d tease her for thinking Jaebum was a girl.”
“And I was right, that’s exactly what you’re doing,” you pointed out.
“But even when we found out, you barely talked about him to us,” Kiera added, completely ignoring everything you’ve just said but giving you a quick smile, so you’d know all of her teasing was in good nature. “You pushed us away. The two of you really have that in common!”
“Do I also give him headaches, then? Since we’re so similar,” you asked then, knowing that there was no way you’d be able to change the topic now, since your friends looked far too excited to poke fun at you. “Because he certainly gives them to me.”
“I’m sure headaches isn’t the only thing you give him,” Kiera replied a little quieter, giving you a quick wink.
Mark, who heard this, raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden suggestive comment, but he refrained from commenting on it.
“Seriously?” you asked your friend, shaking your head. “You’re going to turn my complaining into a joke about—nevermind. You can’t take me seriously tonight, clearly.”
“I am taking you seriously!” Kiera defended herself. “What is it that frustrates you about living with Jaebum so much? Aside from the fighting, of course – which I personally think only happens because the two of you are basically the same person and you both refuse to let the other win.”
You ignored her last sentence and instead focused on the question she’d asked.
“I’m never calm enough to get inspired. Never. My mind is occupied with whatever’s happened the most recently and it’s always related to something that Jaebum has done or said,” you explained. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve edited any of the pictures I’ve taken? Let alone, how long it’s been since I’d actually gone out to take pictures?  I can’t shut my mind off. I can’t focus on anything else. I’m afraid if I pick up my camera, it’ll just show pictures of what it’s like inside of my brain – and it’s a warzone in there – so I don’t. I don’t even touch it. My Canon now has more dust than my love life.”
“We’re really about to reach a new level of TMI here,” Mark said, grimacing and then looking around the bar before pointing at the other side of it. “I’ll be over there actually doing my job now.”
After giggling at his overly dramatic reaction, Kiera turned to look at you.
“Take pictures of Jaebum,” she suggested simply. “While you’re fighting… while you’re not. You live together, you can’t avoid thinking about him. So don’t. Think about him and use that to your advantage.”
You haven’t really thought about it like that and, now that you have, you couldn’t understand how this idea could have skipped your mind. When you first moved in with Jaebum, the aesthetically pleasing beauty of his face was all you could think about when you looked at him – taking pictures of him would have definitely been an exciting experience – but, as time went on, you must have gotten far too lost in the day-to-day arguments, and started to look at Jaebum as an annoyed roommate, instead of looking at him through the eyes of a photographer.
“You’re smiling,” Kiera noticed, distracting you from your thoughts. “That must mean you want to take pictures of him. And, also, you absolutely do like him.”
“My God,” you groaned. “I just thought it might be nice to photograph him, that’s all.”
“Do you think it’d be nice to photograph Mark?”
You blinked before turning your head towards the bartender who was serving drinks at the end of the bar. Obviously, Mark was attractive – you even wondered if that was a common feature in Jaebum’s circle; he seemed to surround himself with beautiful people – so you couldn’t see why not.
You shrugged your shoulders, never excluding anyone from your list of subjects to photograph, despite not getting explosive fireworks all over your stomach when you thought about the prospect of it. “Uh, sure.”
“You liar,” May joined in, grinning. “You’re not even smiling anymore.”
You groaned again – a bit excessive, but this was your attempt to hide your rapid heart rate – because you weren’t prepared to admit to them that there was a part of your heart that was beating for Jaebum.
You’d felt like you were soaring when he hugged you, or when he held you in his sleep. You felt like you’ve overdosed on psychedelics whenever he smirked when he was teasing you – no matter how much you pretended to hate it. Even when he was stubbornly dismissing every single thing you’ve told him just to prove his point, you realized, you still felt excited. Even if you couldn’t concentrate on anything else but him and it caused you immense discomfort – not to mention how pathetic it made you feel to be unable to stop your mind from conjuring up images of him – your stomach was still producing an abundance of butterflies just at the thought of him.
So, perhaps Jaebum had been right in the end, after all – it had absolutely taken you less than five days to develop feelings for him. Even if it took you over two weeks – and more than enough sleepless nights – to admit it to yourself.
“Alright, fine,” you sighed, giving in because, really, there was no use fighting with them. Your friends could read you better than anyone. “I don’t think Jaebum is that bad anymore. When he’s not being weird and cryptic, at least.”
“Hm, not that bad,” Hyojin repeated, looking at the other girls as they nodded. “We’ll take it.”
“Hey, Mark!” Kiera hollered suddenly. “We got it! She totally has feelings for him and I’m halfway to my fifty bucks!”
You gasped, not having expected her to reach this conclusion, – and remember the pointless bet she’s made back when she’d just found out Jaebum was your roommate, – let alone scream it out loud. You heard Mark’s surprised yelp across the bar and, as you watched him sprint back to your group – at this point, he was a better friend than he was a bartender –  you squeezed your eyes shut, resting your head on the bar top, face-down.
“Well, why does she look like she just found out he died?” Mark asked once he reached you and caught the sight of May rubbing your back affectionately.
“Because you’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you refused to lift your head from the bar top. “It’s already weird since we live together and he doesn’t feel the same way, and I can’t figure him out, and I’m a pathetic mess that always thinks and says the wrong—”
“A toast!” Hyojin exclaimed, ignoring everything you’ve just said and cutting you off before you could bring your self-esteem any lower. “To a future couple with the most confusing history of how they met to tell their children ever! And here’s to hoping that when we’re toasting to them next time, it’ll be at their wed—”
“Hyojin, please!” you finally raised your head, no longer worried about everyone else seeing your flushed state. “Know your limits, yeah?”
She merely gave you a smile, not noticing how she might have gotten a little ahead of herself, and then clinked her glasses with everyone at the bar, – even a random stranger who jumped on board when he saw her toasting, – including you, although you barely lifted your glass off the bar top.
“I think it’s great,” Mark said to you after he finished his drink. “Jaebum needs someone like you.”
“I’m afraid to ask what you mean,” you replied, still feeling awkward to be forced to discuss your feelings when you weren’t too sure of them yourself despite spending the past few days doing nothing else but analyzing them.
He chuckled. “I’m sure you both know how well you can make your friendship work when you’re not too occupied with your arguments. You’re interested in all the same things, you’re—ah, you already know all of that. You know that once you move past the fear of never getting to know the real Jaebum, you’ll realize you actually do know him already. More than anyone else, at least.”
Mark paused – good, because you needed a moment to digest all that he’s said to you – but then continued too quickly, “but don’t worry, I’m not going to be saying anything about what happened tonight. Not to Jaebum, not to anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”
You took a good look at him – undeniable gratitude in your eyes – and then started to wonder if, perhaps, this was the case with Mark and Jaebum, too. They were best friends, they had to keep each other’s secrets. But the idea that Jaebum could have talked to Mark about you suddenly made your heart race again.
What could Jaebum have talked about you? Was he complaining? Was he, perhaps, wishing you moved out and left him alone? Did he talk about the night you accidentally climbed into his bed while half-drunk and just stayed there? Did he—
“Well, speak of the devil.”
You gave Mark a confused look, his words throwing your thoughts off track. Once you looked at him, however, you saw him staring at the door, and, after following his gaze, noticed Jaebum make a beeline towards the bar.
“Oh God,” you exhaled shakily, turning away to pull yourself together. “May, do I look like I’ve just sprinted across the Siberia?”
“No,” May chuckled, amused by your reaction, but even more amused by Jaebum himself since this was the first time she was seeing him in real life after begging you for hours to send her his Facebook profile so she could, at least, check his pictures. “You look a little disheveled, but you make it work.”
“I really doubt that—”
“Hey,” Jaebum spoke, his eyes focused on you. “Big crowd here tonight, yeah?”
Mark understood that he was the one addressed even if Jaebum didn’t look at him.
“Everyone wants the best bartender in town to serve them,” he replied playfully, making his friend tear his eyes away from you and give him a doubtful look.
“I don’t see you doing any serving,” Jaebum said.
“A man’s gotta take some breaks,” Mark replied, acting offended now. “I’m not a robot.”
Jaebum chuckled. “Right. Okay. How come you’re here?”
This time, the question was directed at you. Although you had more than a moment to compose yourself, you still felt like your mind was all over the place when you met his gaze and attempted to smile inconspicuously. Suddenly, you felt like he could read your mind and therefore, figure out that you’d stupidly allowed yourself to develop feelings for him and then, ignoring all the weird things he’s said about you hanging out with his friends, had come to Mark’s bar again.
Trying to push these thoughts aside because there was no way in hell you were going to talk about any of them, you pointed at your friends.
“The girls and I wanted to go out for some drinks,” you replied. “So, we came here. These are my friends I told you about, by the way. Hyojin, Kiera, and May.”
You pointed at each of them and Jaebum nodded at all of them, not forgetting his manners despite looking a little distraught to find you here.
“Don’t look so grumpy,” Mark said, quickly catching what you meant when you called Jaebum moody earlier. “Your roommate is now more my friend than yours.”
You chuckled at this, watching Jaebum squeeze out a smile as well.
“Huh,” was his response as he slowly started to lose himself in his thoughts.
You couldn’t decipher him but after glancing at Kiera – who had her eyebrows raised as she watched Jaebum – you realized that no one at the bar, including Mark, could tell what was going on in his mind.
Somehow, however, despite the chilly start, Jaebum warmed up to your friends, and by the end of the night, they got to witness you two argue something almost painfully pointless – the reason why all bartenders you’ve seen in the city had worn suspenders. But you could tell by the wide smiles on your friends’ faces: they saw something hiding underneath your aggressive exchange with Jaebum.
A few hours later, however, once the dizziness was starting to subside and you could feel a faint headache start to show its face, you realized it’d be best to head home instead of ordering another drink. You’ve never stayed at a bar long enough for a hangover to creep in, but tonight was easily one of the best nights of your life even if you’d spent the majority of it talking instead of drinking. You’ve never smiled and laughed so much.
“Should we head back?” Jaebum asked suddenly. He’d noticed the way you kept glancing at the watch on your wrist.
“Yeah, I think so,” you nodded, appreciating his observational skills. “Unless you feel like staying, then I can—”
“Nah, I stayed longer than I intended anyway,” he replied, stretching his hands before jumping off the bar stool. “I’ll call a cab.”
“Cool,” you nodded, feeling your stomach churn once you realized you’d be sharing a cab home with him.
On the one hand, you were essentially living the dream of anyone who’s ever had feelings for anyone – you got to spend so much time with your crush, you almost got sick of him. Then again, your crush just happened to be the most unreadable person in the universe and you were almost constantly aware of how the progress bar of your relationship with him could recede seemingly out of the blue, and that did no good for your health.
Choosing not to give in to your thoughts tonight – it’d have been really pathetic to end such a fun night with another set of paranoid overthinking, which could cause you to accidentally blurt out one of the many things you were concerned about and, consequently, strain your relationship with Jaebum even more – you took a deep breath, smiled one last time, and got up from the bar stool, ready to go head back to your apartment.
After your friends cheered you two out of the bar – much to Jaebum’s confusion and your embarrassment – the two of you found yourselves in the backseat of the taxi. Jaebum, who had broken out of his shell after a few drinks and joked around just like he normally would, was suddenly back to his old—cold—self.
“You okay?” you dared to ask.
“Sure,” he replied, just glancing at you and then looking away again. “Kind of tired. Didn’t sleep very well tonight and staying out late wasn’t very smart, I guess. I’d only planned to stay for one drink but, uh, clearly, that’s not what happened.”
“Oh,” you nodded, wanting this to work as an explanation but figuring that there had to be something else going on because he didn’t seem tired two minutes ago, when he was surrounded by your friends. But now that he was alone with you, something in him seemed to change.
You didn’t know what to think about this change in attitude but you chose not to push it. You wanted to confront him and even yell at him – that would have saved you from all of the assumptions you’d inevitably make later tonight – but you chose to let him deal with his emotions alone. That seemed to be exactly what he’d wanted but it was also a decision that didn’t quite sit right with you.
When the two of you got back to your apartment and you quickly finished half a bottle of water, you inhaled deeply – it was supposed to help you get more courage but it didn’t seem to do anything, your lungs still felt empty – and then tried to approach the subject carefully. You wouldn’t ask him to explain. You’d just like to know if you and him were still arguing about the same thing – and if so, which thing was it? – or if something else had happened. Just knowing would be enough.
“Hey,” you called out to him to get his attention as Jaebum exited the bathroom to head to his bedroom. He stopped and turned around to look at you. “Did I, um… did I do something?”
“Sorry?”
You licked your lips nervously. “Uh, it’s just that… you’re being weirdly distant. I don’t want to jump to any conclusions – no matter how much I love doing exactly that – and you don’t have to explain anything to me, I just—if I did something that you didn’t like, maybe it’d be better if you told me about it.”
Jaebum didn’t reply at first – he seemed to be thinking about it and that convinced you that you had to have done something that made him upset with you – but he surprised you with a question instead of an answer once he finally spoke.
“How long have you been hanging out with Mark without me?” he asked.
Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t know. I was at the bar a couple of times, I guess. I don’t go there to hang out with Mark, though. I go for the drinks. A-and the first time I went to Mark’s bar without you was because I was hoping to find you there.”
A silent moment passed before Jaebum spoke again. You feared he’d only focus on the last part and realize that there had to be a reason why you were looking for him. Always looking for him.
“You’re friends with him now,” Jaebum said, only meaning to make an observation but making it sound like he was accusing you of something.
“Barely,” you countered, not sure if your relationship with Mark could have passed the friendship test. “But why are you asking all this? Are you… jealous I’ve hung out with Mark or something?”
“I’m—no,” Jaebum nearly shed his skin after you said this, looking so uncomfortable, it was painful to watch him. “Not like that, I’m just—whatever. I’m tired, okay? I’m going to go to bed.”
“Wait, but we—”
“Goodnight,” he cut you off, always using his authoritative tone with you whenever he wanted to let you know that the conversation was over.
“Right,” you mumbled, sighing as he closed the door of his bedroom, hiding himself – and his too-confusing-to-be-put-into-words emotions – away from you once again. “Goodnight.”
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walk?
It was nearing late afternoon and Azz still hadn’t found a way to get Syd out of bed, or even just smiling. Azz didn’t know why she was so down, and honestly neither did she. Every attempt to ask why was met with anger and frustration, followed by more sadness. “I don’t know why!” Syd would snap harshly, though Azz didn’t take it personally, “I just feel horrible ok, i’m sorry I know I shouldn’t be”. It was just one of those days where everything felt awful, and the overcast skies certainly didn't help lighten the mood. It wasn’t the first time Syd has had a day like this. 
Azz tried everything they knew to try and cheer Syd up. Getting her favorite food, watching her favorite show, playing her favorite game, even cuddling for a bit, but nothing seemed to work. It felt like nothing was going to pull her out of this rut. 
Syd laid on her big bed, rolled up in a blanket facing the wall scrolling mindlessly threw various social media apps on her phone. You didn’t need to see her face to tell the bags under her eyes were heavy and dark, like she hadn’t gotten any good sleep in days. She wasn’t paying attention to Azz at all, but deep down she did appreciate the effort they were trying to make to cheer her up. 
Azz was desperately trying to come up with other ideas to lighten things up. They hated seeing Syd like this. ‘I'm failing’, panicked thoughts started to race through their mind ‘I can’t fail, she needs me’. Azz hopped off the bed and walked around the room. They gazed out the window onto the sidewalk below. The sky was starting to clear with the clouds slowly dancing across it. Below was a nice couple walking down the street with their small corgi. Azz’s eyes lit up, they knew exactly what to do. 
“Hey” Azz said, walking back over to Syd in bed, “let’s go for a walk!”
Syd groaned not even looking up from her phone, “A walk?”
“Yeah, it's really nice out, a short walk to the park will be great” They said, sounding as excited as a puppy.
“Mmm, No, moving sounds hard” Syd had barely moved all day, only doing so when she absolutely had to. Her body felt impossibly heavy and hard to move. “Besides, it's getting dark soon anyways”
“Aw come on” Azz pleaded, this time not even getting a response back from Syd, who went back to her phone. “Fine” They stated sharply, “We’re going to have to do this my way” Azz walked back over to the other side of the room, stretching their arms.
“What way?” Syd said hazily, at this point not even paying attention to Azz, ‘whatever’ she thought lazily, and continued scrolling. 
A moment later she felt something jump onto the bed and walk over to her. At the foot of the bed was sitting a cute small corgi. Well as cute as it could be in a way. It had black grey fur with purple highlights scattered about. Its nails were a tad too long and definitely too sharp, along with the horns resting on its head next to its slightly bigger ears. More noticeably the “corgi” had no eyes, not even empty eye sockets. The area was covered nicely by fur, like someone had forgotten to draw eyes in. What it lacked in eyes it made up for in extra teeth, some poking through its lips in a cartoony way. ‘Right’  Syd rolled her eyes, ‘that’.
“Walk.” the dog demanded. Its voice was a little distorted but still understandable.
“Ohmygod” she whispered under her breath, “Azz knock it off, I just don't have the energy for a walk, im sorry”, you could tell she felt bad about this in her voice, she really felt she didn't have the ability to do anything right now. Syd pitifully went back to her phone, with guilt written all over her face as she did so.
Azz just sat there, but even with no eyes Syd could tell they were staring daggers into her. “Come on”, she nudged Azz on the side with her foot, “go”.
“Hrmph, fine” Azz said jumping off the bed, “If you wont take me I’ll just take myself!”. In a flash of purple light the little corgi turned into a moderately sized hyena, standing in the middle of the room. Syd turned around and glanced at them. She knew Azz could turn into pretty much any animal, but all the animals shared the same characteristics. No eyes, black/grey and purple fur, long sharp teeth and claws, with small horns placed on top, this hyena was no different.
The big dog began to cackle, “I'm gonna go terrorize old ladies at the park!” they laughed at the top of its lungs. Syd immediately shot up from her bed.
“WHAT”
“You’ll have to come stop me!!” between all the teeth you could see a shit eating grin on their face. Syd watched as the hyena ran out of her room gracefully. Then heard it not so gracefully fall down the stairs, crashing into a potted plant at the bottom making a mess downstairs. 
“Im good!!” Azz screamed, getting up to run out to the front door and down the street to the park. 
‘Fuck’  Syd thought frantically ‘that fucking dumb ass is going to get himself killed…...again…..wh a t’
Syd didn't have time to think. She had to go stop this demon from terrorizing people. Even though Azz was here to help Syd, she felt that it was her job to stop Azz from, you know, being a demon and stealing people's souls or….other things demons did. She didn't really know what demons did, and she didn’t want to find out today. Syd also wasn’t about to let them get hurt. She pulled her hair up, slipped on her favorite (and only) pair of boots, and ran out the front door after Azz. 
The park was a short walk down the road. Syd was there in a couple of minutes after sprinting down the sidewalk. She was a little chubby but that didn’t mean she couldn’t run great when she wanted to. However anyone would be tired after sprinting down a road after a hyena. She got to the parking lot and stopped to take a breath. By the park entrance she saw Azz, still a hyena, Sitting there licking their paw. No one seemed to care that a big monstrous, African native dog was sitting there by itself, in the middle of Colorado. People gazed by it as they walked by, clearly seeing something, but not freaking out. ‘Weird’ Syd quickly thought.
“HEY” she shouted between breaths, “get your BUTT BACK HERE” she tried to sound threatening, but it was hard with a smile on her face.
Azz looked up, looked around and finally found Syd. They cracked a smile, trying to hold back a laugh, but very much failing. Azz did a lil spin and took off into the park, Syd following quickly behind. Well as quick as you can chase a hyena. They ran what felt like around the entire park, finally ending in the middle of an empty grass field. 
Syd stopped again trying to catch her breath, “you….piece of SHIT” she yelled tackling Azz into the ground, who was still laughing. As they rolled in the grass “fighting” Azz flashed purple and was back to their “human” (demon?) self, with Syd finally pinning them to the grass. Syd couldn't help but smile harder, and started laughing too. Between breaths she managed to ask “What’s so funny?”
Azz gave her the biggest smile she’d ever seen. ’she’s smiling’ was all Azz could think right now ‘she’s actually smiling’ 
“You” 
Syd tried her best not to blush, but kinda failed a lot.
“OH MY GOD” she screamed, burying her face in the grass next to them.
Syd looked back up at Azz and went off  “You asshole!!! Oh my god, you're impossible, you made a mess downstairs then made me chase you around literally the hole park…” As she kept scolding them, Azz looked up at the sky. They slowly used their hand to point Syd’s head up at the sky too. She immediately stopped talking once she saw the sky. The sun was begging to set and that painted the once dark clouds in vibrant pinks and oranges, set against a blue sky slowly getting dark. Azz could swear they heard her say “wow”, but didn’t mention it.
Syd’s breath finally caught up with her, “you were never going to terrorize old people”
Azz looked at her again, with nothing but a genuine smile, “nope” 
Syd sighed, laying down in the grass next to Azz, looking up at the sky. All Azz could watch was Syd. The way her hair fell in the grass and the look of aw and beauty on her face was just amazing to them, they couldn’t look at the sky if they wanted to. 
“I did what I had to” Azz admitted “to get you out of the house”
Syd sighed again “I guess you did……….thank you” 
“You’re welcome” 
They laid in the grass, talking and laughing about everything and everything till it got too dark. Syd never stopped smiling.
“Hey syd”
“Yeah?”
“I think I broke my hand”
“Jesus fucking Christ”
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Into jauneverse
*during a bright day, RWBY and JNPR were walking back to beacon after watching a movie in the theaters*
Ruby: that movie was so awesome!
Weiss: it was...enjoyable.
Yang: having spruce willis in the cast is already guaranteed fun for me.
Blake: since you love explosions right?
Nora: what's wrong with explosions? I love explosions! They make me happy!
Ren: i don’t think she was talking to you nora.
Jaune: soo...did you liked the movie?
Pyrrha: yeah, it was really fun. I didn’t knew action movies could be so funny like that.
Jaune: that's because we’re huntsmans, we’re used to real danger so whatever we see in these action movies looks more like comedy, if you we’re in spruce willis’ role the movie would’ve ended by the first act.
Pyrrha: yeah...i mean, you saw how many guys he fought in only one scene by the middle of the movie, why was it so hard to deal with three of them at the beginning?
Jaune: i have no idea.
Pyrrha: neither i do.
Jaune: ...so, there’s a marathon of spruce willis marked for tonight, we could use one of the common rooms to make some popcorn and watch all night long, i don’t think it's going to be a problem since tomorrow is sunday.
Pyrrha: that sounds lovely, although i think the couches from the common rooms are to small for all of us.
Jaune: *blushing a bit* actually...i was thinking if we could watch alone...i mean...you and i.
Pyrrha: *blushing* o-oh...right…
Jaune: i-its too weird right? Forget it, forget that i said anythi-
Pyrrha: no! T-there’s no need for that, i really like the idea.
Jaune: really?
Pyrrha: *nods*
Jaune: *with a dumb smile* o-okay then, once we get back i’ll prepare the popcorn, the blankets and the-
???: NOT SO FAST FAKER!!
RWBY/JNPR: *stops*
Jaune: ...wait, who said that?
Pyrrha: *looking around* i don’t knoOOHH!! *gets picked up*
Jaune: PYRRHA!!!
???: *tries to leap away*
Pyrrha: *breaks free falling back on her feet* who are you and what do you wa- *freezes staring at jaune, clad in a white armor with blue details and a blue cape* w-wha...jaune?
Knight jaune: *holds her hand with a charming smile* yes my lady? Tell me what do you want i’ll go through hell to make your wish come true.
Pyrrha: *blushing* w-what? Jaune, w-what happened to y-
Jaune: pyrrha!
Pyrrha: *looks back at jaune, standing besides her friends with his normal clothes* eh!? Wait. *looks back ahead to see jaune in armor* what? *looks back again to see normal jaune* w-what is going on? Why there is two jaunes?
Knight jaune: the explanation is simple my lady, that man is a faker using my appearance to try and steal you away from me. *now holding both of her hands with a determined expression* but i promise you my lady, i won’t let anyone get in the way of our love.
Pyrrha: *blushing again* l-love!?
Jaune: hey! I'm not a faker, let pyrrha go!
Knight jaune: i can’t do that faker! This lady has a place inside my heart, and i won’t let anyone steal her from me!
???: are you sure about that?
Pyrrha: AHH! *feels a rope wrap around her waist before getting yanked back* oof! *lands into something soft and looks up to see jaune, now wearing a large hat with a feather, an eyepatch and buccaneer clothes* w-what? Jaune?
Pirate jaune: hehehe, correct milady. I hope you don’t mind me stealing you for a bit, your heart is a treasure way too precious for me to let it in the hands of these bilge rats.
Pyrrha: *blushing again* m-my heart is what?
Pirate jaune: *with a charming smile* an treasure that not even all the gold in the sea could buy milady.
Pyrrha: *blushes deeply*
Knight jaune: TAKE YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY LADY YOU PIRATE SCUM!!
Pirate jaune: never! An true pirate will never let anyone take his treasure away so easily.
???: then you better think fast.
Pirate jaune: wha- *looks around trying to find pyrrha* where did she go!?
???: right here.
Pirate/Knight jaune: *looks back to another jaune, this one was composed by robotic parts until his jaw*
Cyborg jaune: hey there pyr, sorry i was late for the party.
Pyrrha: *really confused* j-jaune?
Cyborg jaune: of course it's me, i may have a metal heart, but it beats only for you, so of course i would be here.
Pyrrha: *blushing yet again*
Pirate jaune: *drawing his sword* you better give her back to me before i feed you to the sharks!
Knight jaune: *pulls out a golden sword* release my lady before i cut your head off metalic monster!
Cyborg jaune: not gonna happen. *pulls out a high frequency katana* you want her, you take her away from my dead body.
???: ENOUGH!!
Pyrrha: *flies up colliding with something* what is going o- *freezes staring at another jaune, this one with light amber triskele eyes, long white hair and four featherly wings on his back*
Angel jaune: don’t worry my dear, i won’t let this fight continue.
Pyrrha: w-who are you?
Angel jaune: *with a small smile* im your angel my dear, and you’re my goddess.
Pyrrha: *blushing once more* i-AAHHH *gets yanked again*
???: if she is anyone’s goddess, then she’s my goddess.
Pyrrha: *stares at another jaune, this one now wearing clothes made out of darkness, with dark purple eyes and a big black tattoo on his forehead*
Demon jaune: *holding her chin with a sultry grin* don’t worry my little maiden, i’ll be sure to finish this quickly so we can enjoy our time together.
Pyrrha: *blushing even more*
Angel jaune: *creating a small sun over his hand* i will not allow that to happen, you will stay away from my dear pyrrha.
Cyborg jaune: *with an red aura, scarlet eyes and a dark smirk* close your eyes pyr, i’ll have to teach them what happens when they stand between you and me.
Pirate jaune: out of my way you fools! This treasure belongs to me and me only! *raises his sword summoning a horde of ghost ships from the skies*
Knight jaune: *sword starts glowing* if you don’t get away from my lady, i will be forced to show you the power of my excalibur!
Demon jaune: *releases pyrrha, cracking his knuckles and with dark aura flaring like flames* bring it on, but be quick, i don’t want to waste my time here when i could be besides my little maiden.
Jaunes: *charging at each other and starting a devastating battle*
Pyrrha: oh my god, w-what is going oOON*gets yanked into an alley* not aga-
Jaune: *motions for her to stay quiet and whispers* look, i have no idea what's going on, i just know that we need to get out of here okay?
Pyrrha: nods.
Jaune: here, inside this building, they won’t find you here.
Pyrrha: *gets inside the building along with normal jaune and sighs* just what is going on now...where are these jaunes coming from?
Jaune: ...
Pyrrha: i mean, they can’t just be coming out of nowhere ri- *gets pressed against the wall* j-jaune?
Jaune: im sorry pyrrha...i can't hold back anymore.
Pyrrha: *red* w-what do you mean?
Jaune: ...i love you pyrrha...i love you more than anything in this world.
Pyrrha: *dark red* y-you do?
Jaune: yes...and i know im probably not as strong as the other jaunes out there, but i’ll do everything i can to make you happy pyrrha, so please, would you accept to be mine?
Pyrrha: i-i-i…
Jaune: *resting his head on her shoulder* please give me an answer...i’ll go crazy if you don’t give me one. *presses his face on her neck* i can feel your scent taking my reasoning away from me, i don’t think i can hold back for much longer. *wraps hands on her waist* so please tell me pyrrha. *raises his head, facing her and keeping his lips just a few centimeters from hers* do you love me as well?
Pyrrha: i...*slowly getting closer* love... *already feeling his warm breath* yo-
Nora: *barges in the dorm* HEY THERE PYRRHA!!
Pyrrha: KYAAA!!! *shuffling on her bed and quickly hiding a textbook below her pillow.* g-good afternoon nora. *sweating bullets* how are you today?
Nora: ...... *grins* you were writing fanfiction again weren't you?
Pyrrha: *dark red* w-wha-! I-i-i wasn’t wr-
Nora: aww it's okay pyrrha, i love your fanfictions, specially that one you wrote about jaune being a badass soul reaper.
Pyrrha: *atomic red* y-you read!?
Nora: yup, you probably shouldn’t store your fics bellow your bed, someone might find and read by accident.
Pyrrha: *mortified and speechless*
Nora: *we’re waiting for you in the dinner hall ‘kay? Bye pyrrha, good luck with the fics!
Pyrrha: *passes out by sheer embarrassment*
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letters to you (pt. 2)
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KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1738 A/N: it’s been hard finding time to update in general but i have a soft spot for this fic! hope you enjoy. 
One
After Taehyung's first visit, we managed to keep in touch until somewhere around early springtime. The Kakao messages got increasingly sparse as he got closer to his mysterious debut date and college examinations loomed over my head as I entered my final year of high school.  The flutters I had felt were long forgotten in lieu of books and essays. 
It wasn't until summer that I was reminded of Taehyung. Auntie Kim came barging into our house bright and early with excited shouts of his debut. 
I was already awake, studying my butt off upstairs in the lovely solitude of my room. 
"He's releasing the album tomorrow! Tomorrow! My Taehyungie is finally debuting!" 
My heart couldn't help but stir a little at his name, as if it was remembering an old habit. I hesitantly reached for my phone, wondering if it would be out of place to send him a congratulatory message.
[07:55AM] To: Taehyung Grats, superstar. It's about time.
To my surprise, the reply came instantly.
[07:55AM] From: Taehyung Dont tell me my mom woke u all up this early to tell u...  [07:55AM] From: Taehyung But thats just like her isnt it [07:56AM] From: Taehyung Goddamn shes embarrassing [07:56AM] From: Taehyung But thx ;)
I smiled, heart skipping a little faster, but I decided to play it cool and leave him hanging. It didn't necessarily warrant a response anyway. 
It was more than two hours later into my reading when my phone buzzed.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Im coming home for a few days next month.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Excited to see me? ;)
My stomach suddenly twisted into a knot, butterflies I hadn't felt for months threatening to creep back. Goddamn him and his flirty winking emoticons. 
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung Not really 
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung But you can come anyway I guess
I wondered if I had waited an ample enough amount of time to not look so desperately eager to answer him. Childish, I know, but I couldn’t help it.  I returned to my studies with a renewed energy, suddenly feeling empowered by the thought of having something to look forward to.
Taehyung looked so different that it was hard to believe only two seasons had passed since I last saw him. He was the slightest bit less lanky and his hair was dyed blonde. God, who would have thought he'd look so good with Barbie hair? I stared at him in silence for a few moments before giving him an awkward wave.
"Y/N!"
I could have sworn his voice got deeper, but I didn't have time to mull over the thought really as he scooped me into a big embrace. It knocked the wind out of me -- in a good way. "Nice to see you too, Taehyung," I mumbled into his chest. He smelled like laundry with a hint of musk.  It was strange seeing him in shorts and a tee, legs and arms so bare. Had he always been so tan? 
It was our mother's ideas to catch up over lunch, and although my books were practically screaming at me, I decided to be a little careless and enjoy some time with my long lost friend. It seemed like Taehyung always brought out the irresponsible side of me.
"So how've you been?" Taehyung asked expectantly.
I had never been a fan of small talk, but there was no other way to really begin the conversation. "Alright, I guess. Studying mostly. Actually, only studying.."
"Ah, so once I left, you were no longer a genius."
I couldn't help but crack a smile. 
"No boyfriend?" 
"My textbooks are my boyfriends." I sighed, feeling the nervous guilt of ditching my studies gnawing away at me. I was so determined to get top scores, go to one of the top universities in Seoul, and then the world would be my oyster. It was somewhat reckless to be here comfortably chatting the time away with Taehyung.
He smirked. "Wow, what a player. Didn't think you were like that, Y/N." 
I rolled my eyes before a chuckle escaped my lips. "Enough about my boring life. I bet yours has been crazy exciting. With your debut, and... shows... and singing?" It was too obvious I didn't know anything about the idol lifestyle.
"Yes. Shows and singing. Hit the nail right on the head," he joked. There was a brief pause before he sighed. "It's actually more like crazy busy than crazy exciting." I watched his still-beautiful fingers run through his dyed locks. "But yeah on top of shows and singing, it's a lot of promotions right now... We're trying to win Rookie of the Year and just get ourselves more out there... Grow our fanbase, you know?"
He sounded so desperate for a moment that I almost reached out to touch his hand in comfort. I didn't know anything really, but I could tell he worked his ass off every day, and he was hoping more than anything that his efforts would pay off in the end. I could sympathize with that -- we were kind of in the same boat when I thought of it like that, and it was comforting.
"How long are you here for this time?" I asked timidly. 
"Three days." A loud sigh left his lips. "I know, short as fuck." He was biting his lip nervously, eyes wandering for few seconds before landing on mine. "And I know you're probably busy as hell, but couldn't you make some time for your fave Kpop idol?" A cheeky grin broke out onto his face, and I was instantly reminded of the Taehyung I had grown so comfortable with last winter. And just like that, it was so easy to fall back into his trap.
My books were neglected as I spent the next few days with Taehyung. It was like we had fallen back into our old habits -- going to the cafe in the morning, watching I Hear Your Voice or some other drama in the afternoon, and driving to the mountains or downtown in the evening. 
He still took his coffee much too sweet. And with the way he comfortably settled in next to me besides the couch, shoulder to shoulder, it was like nothing had changed. By the second day, it felt like he had never even left.
I loved the drives the most. The skies were clear and starry, and with the wind blowing through my hair, going anywhere felt like an adventure. The scenic view of town from the cliffs was different now that it was summer. It was so green and lush, as if the colors had all become more vibrant now that he was back. The days were longer and warm, so we spent more time outside. He treated me to ice cream every day because he was "now a working man," as he called it. 
"I missed this," he announced with a sigh, laying back into the grass.
"Hm?" I absentmindedly continued to poke around for the cake bits in my ice cream.
"Just chilling around like this. With you."
The last two words were said so nonchalantly, but they resonated so deeply in my silly heart that my entire body tensed up. 
"You're leaving tomorrow, Taehyung." Was I saying it to remind him... or myself?
He rose from his position and gestured towards the car. "It's good though. You need to study anyway." He grinned. "Genius or nerd, whichever you are, I'm sure you still need to get back to your books. The college exams are in a few months, aren't they?" 
I hadn’t known, but he had overheard my mother yelling at me the previous morning for spending all day with him. It hadn't stopped him from distracting me all day today though.
I nodded, swallowing nervously. I didn't want to think about my looming tests and their gravity on my future outlook. With Taehyung, I could enjoy a reprieve from it all. I didn't want him to leave.
"You'll be fine," he murmured softly, hand messily patting my head. "We'll both work hard, and we'll see each other again before we know it."
My eyes were hopeful as I looked up at his golden face. "When's the next time you'll be back?" He wasn't even gone yet, and I was already looking forward to our reunion.
"Hopefully the holidays." His mumbles were laced with uncertainty, and he tried to give me a reassuring smile. "I'll try to keep in touch, Y/N. Much more than last time."
The way he wrapped his arm around my shoulder made me almost believe he would keep his promise.
He didn't. It was only a few days after he returned to Seoul that the texts stopped coming. I wasn't surprised. From what I heard from Auntie Kim, his group was getting ready for their comeback, and I wasn't in a position to chase for replies either. I was frantically catching up with what I missed, but it didn't help that I'd occasionally get distracted by the thoughts of him already forgetting me.
The leaves turned from green to yellow, oranges, and reds before turning brown and withering off. My birthday passed uneventfully with a casual text from Taehyung. I traded in loose shorts for leggings and sweats, and pulled out my winter gear from the back of the closet. Other than my clothes, however, nothing changed much. Day in and day out, my nose was buried in textbooks, my hand deathly sore from writing notes.
It felt unreal when the examination day finally came. I woke up like any other day, but instead of heading to the school library with books in tow, I headed there with only a few last minute notes and a pencil case. Basically every other kid in my year was walking down the streets with me, hearts nervously thumping as we all knew the test we faced would determine our future.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I was reminded to turn it off. But at the sight of the familiar name that hadn't graced my screen in months, my heart fluttered.
[08:16AM] From: Taehyung Good luck genius
It was nice to think that he was somewhere in the capital city thinking about me this early in the morning. 
With a happy heart, I powered down my mobile device. Perhaps this exam would be my ticket to Seoul, a little closer to Taehyung.
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