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Chapter 3: The Difference Between Slytherins and Gryffindors

I do not own Harry Potter or the characters made by the terf, I mean JK Rowling

So...when I first wrote this...I don’t even know how long ago, it was low *cough* highkey crappily written and the chapters were much shorter. This was originally 2,323 words. Now it is 4,401 words. That means I wrote an extra 2,078 words. Meaning I was less than 250 words away from tripling the word count.

Anyways, this is also posted onto my Fanfiction.net account SomeKind0fMagic and my Wattpad somekindofmagic1 so you can check it out on there too!

But anywho, hope you enjoy!

Love Z <3

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Albus rolled his eyes at Anne’s comment, “Just because you want to study and not fail, doesn’t mean Scor and I have to join you.”

She sighed, “No, no it doesn’t, Al. But I, personally, don’t think that you and Scor wanna fail either.”

“We don’t!”

“But we don’t wanna study, Anne.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes, “It doesn’t even matter cause you’re just going to copy off of me.”

Albus gave her a wide smile, “Exactly!” His eyes drifted behind Anne as he saw Silver-Blonde hair of his cousin running towards them. “Vic?”

Victoire slowed down to a stop behind Anne. She gave Albus a soft smile. “Hey Al. Sorry that I haven’t come and found you yet. I’ve been busy.”

“Oh...it’s fine Vic.”

“No it’s not! I’ve talked to Rose so many times already and I haven’t gotten to speak to you once.”

The mention of Rose’s name caused Albus to cross his arms. “What has Rose told you?”

“Things I refuse to believe.” She sighed, “Everyone changes when they join their house. They begin to...act more like their house traits. Which isn’t bad!” She pushed some of her long hair behind her ear, “Do you remember how I was before I came to Hogwarts?” He shook his head, “Well, it took me until the end of my first year to stop being so shallow.”

Albus scoffed, “You? Shallow? I hardly believe that to be true.”

She laughed, “Many do. But ask anyone in the family who was older when I came to Hogwarts. Or Dom...she’ll remember for sure. She never forgets to remind me of it.” She rolled her eyes. “But still, I doubt you’ve changed ‘so much that you’re not even you anymore’ as they so lovingly put it.”

He laughed slightly, “Yeah.”

“So, are these two behind you the famed ‘Malfoy’ and ‘Green’ they’ve been complaining about and saying they changed you?”

He nodded, “Yeah. That’s Scor and Anne.”

Vic gave them both a warm smile, “Nice to meet you both! I actually know your brother, Anne. He’s Headboy and Slytherin’s Prefect, right?”

“Yeah...yeah that’s my brother.”

“Well, if you’re anything like him or his girlfriend Cass, I believe that my cousin is in good hands.” And when her eyes landed on Scorpius, Albus was scared of what she would think of it. Them being friends. Ironically, while it hurt that Rose and James didn’t like his choice of friends, he knew it would hurt even more if Vic didn’t. The one person in the family that got along with quite literally everyone. No matter their family. No matter their house. No matter anything. She always saw the good in everyone. And if she didn’t like you...well then good luck in life. “And you’re Scorpius Malfoy, right?” Scorpius nodded and Vic smiled. “I’m happy that you and Al are friends! Maybe then the Prophet will realize that your family has changed.”

“Yeah...yeah maybe.”

She turned back to Albus, “Well, I need to go meet up with my study group. I’ll leave you to do what I hope is studying. Don’t start your life at Hogwarts off with a bad study schedule. Don’t wanna be like Teddy and rely on everyone else now, do you?”

“See! Your cousin gets it!”

He rolled his eyes, “Why did you say it, Vic? Now she won’t shut up about it.”

Vic smirked at Albus, “Good. She should.”

He saw Anne shoot him a satisfied smile, “See, now that she says it, you have to.”

“Well, I have no relation so therefore--”

“I’ll tell your mother Scorpius.”

“I’ll study.”

Vic laughed, “What a lovely group of friends you have Al.”

Albus looked over as Scorpius was pouting and Anne was smiling. “Yeah...they’re the best.”

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And now, nearly 9 weeks since Albus's argument with James. And everyone in his family who was at Hogwarts, all except Victoire hated him. Which made him extremely happy. He had been terrified that everyone would be against him. All because he’s ‘the enemy’ now. Because he hadn’t told the Hat to put him into Gryffindor. He allowed himself to be police where he needed to be. Even if it made him lose his family and the friends he had had growing up.

But at least he still had Vic. And ever since she talked to him, she became his favorite cousin.

The rather unfortunate part was how not much after the argument, he received a letter from his parents. James had apparently written to their parents and told them his side of the story. The side that made Albus out to be worse than he actually was. However, Victoire had written to them as well and they thankfully believed her when she told them that he was the same kid as when he was dropped off. All that the letter told him was that James was probably upset as he had always planned for him and his little brother to be in Gryffindor together and go throughout school and cause trouble.

But he didn’t get it. He and James rarely did much beforehand. Why was he wanting them to do things together now? James had always been closer to Lily, just as Albus has been. So why was James wanting to be ‘partners in crime’ all of a sudden? Why was life at Hogwarts different from life at home? He found it all too confusing.

But above all, Albus knew that there would be a talk when he got home, even when they said there wouldn't be. He knew his parents well enough and knew that they would give a talk. No matter what the reason was.

But even with the annoyance of his parents' letter, he was excited as he had also gotten a letter from Lily. He missed his little sister dearly. And it made him happy as she told him that she was happy that he wasn't a Gryffindor as it made him special. But that was short and brief and she quickly changed to how her life has been at the muggle school.

The letter talked about how she hates the school uniforms and how her favorite class was English but her least favorite would probably be Maths. However, that is only because it confused her. Which he agreed with. Maths was confusing to him as well. He hoped that their Aunt Hermione awas helping her as she had helped him.

And his favorite part of the letter was the photo she sent. She was on the beach with some of her friends. There were two that he recognized but then three that he didn't. He assumed they were girls that she had made friends with this year. But he couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable she looked with them near. And he couldn’t help but wonder.

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Albus and Scorpius sat up in the stands, talking with each other about different quidditch teams. All while Anneliese was down by the locker room, hyping up her brothers, Aidan, Antonio, Derek, and Dominick. "I say the Harpies are better than the Arrows, but I will root for the Arrows over any other team.."

Albus sighed, "I feel like I have to like the Holyhead Harpies because my mum was on the team.’ He stopped and thought about that for a moment, “Well...I actually think I would still like them, even minus my mum being an older member. They are bloody excellent.” He ran a hand through his hair, “So, I would say my favorite team is either them or the Kenmare Kestrels. But I will fight you on the Arrows. They aren’t that good of a team."

Scorpius scoffed, "If we subtract the fact that my dad owns the Appleby Arrow, they are an excellent team! Yeah, they’ve had their ups and downs--

“Mostly downs."

Scorpius shoved Albus at his comment. “But they always pull through.”

“Or choke up at the end. Hey Anne.”

Anne grumpily sat next to the two boys, "Y'know, I actually hate having to hype up those four. Especially as Dominick thinks he's “too good” to be hyped up.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Like please, even outside of Quidditch he’s an asshole and in Quidditch, he’s a horrible player who grabs the snitch way too early. And has no idea what teamwork is. And don’t you need teamwork in Quidditch?!"

Albus nodded, “Yeah, the main point of the game is to work together to beat the other team. And how early does he grab the Snitch?”

She sighed, "He typically, assuming he even gets the snitch, we are behind and it may only give us a 10 point lead. At most." She groaned, “Just so stupid.”

"Your brother or the game?"

She laughed at Scorpius’ comment, "Both."

Albus sighed before scrunching his face in confusion, "Off of subject, Anne, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday last month?"

She shrugged, "You were caught up in everything with your brother and happy that your sister was constantly writing to you, it just didn't seem important. And besides, I share a birthday with Potter, so it would have been overshadowed."

"Yeah, but I still would’ve liked to know. Could have made you a card or something."

She sighed, “Well, you can do it next year.”

“Promise?”

She nodded, “Promise.” She looked up at the sky, “Merlin, I hope it doesn’t rain.”

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But of course with their lovely luck, about 2 hours in, rain had begun to fall from the sky. It only got worse as the game had gone on. No one had been prepared for it. So now everyone in the stands were drenched with rain. Clothes and hair sticking to their skin. Many wanted the game to end. Not caring who got the snitch. Just that someone does and ends this misery. Anne had her head on Scorpius’ shoulder. All time had been forgotten as they listened to Maily Jordan give the update as Slytherin scored for the first time in a while.

"Score for Slytherin! But Gryffindor is still in the lead with 500 to 190! Honestly, Slytherins seeker needs to get the snitch and put an end to their misery." Every Slytherin agreed. At least if Dominick grabbed the Snitch, they would only lose by 160 points. While it was still a whole lot, at least it wouldn’t be by what it would if Gryffindor got the Snitch.

A sigh escaped Anneliese's lips and she turned her head to Albus. "She's right y'know. If he doesn't catch the snitch soon, we'll just look even more like failures when it comes to Quidditch."

Albus looked at her with confusion, "What do you mean?"

Scorpius was the one who sighed this time, "Slytherin hasn't won a single game in 5 years. They almost won the games last year but the Seekers for the other houses kept getting the snitch."

"Oh...I never knew that."

Scorpius snorted, "Not surprising, you're Jame Potter's younger brother, doubt he would let that be known." Albus just simply shrugged at him but then, along with the rest of Slytherin, let out a scream when it was announced that Ravenclaw's seeker caught the snitch.

They all got up and went to leave the stands, but as they began to walk down, Anne let out a sneeze and groaned. “Of course I’m gonna get sick now.”

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And she did get sick. 4 days had passed and she was currently sleeping in her Dorm, according to Charlotte Montague and Holly Avery that is. Of course they knew she was happy that she got to skip flying practice. She...it wasn’t hate, but she really didn’t like it.

But whenever she wasn’t there, someone always had something to say. They never understood why it happened either. Albus had guessed it was because her brother was Headboy and she easily could get them in trouble. But without her there, people decided to say something to Scorpius and Albus.

"Ey, Malfoy, I'm still surprised that they let your kind in."

The two boys looked over at who said it. Oxford Wilde was standing next to Rose and Amanda Creevy. Albus glared at them, "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you Al, just Malfoy. Tell me, what is it like to have a father who's a werewolf?"

Scorpius crossed his arms, "My dad's not a werewolf! Why does everyone have to believe that stupid rumor?”

Albus crossed his arms now, “And besides, what's so bad about a werewolf? If I remember correctly, there was a Gryffindor who was one."

Rose butted in this time, "He's not wrong Ox, not all people who are werewolves are bad! In fact--"

Albus scoffed, "Awe, need to share your information about useless things Rosie?"

She gave him a dirty look, "You need to tell Lily to talk to James more. And it’s not--"

He interrupted her again, "And why would I do that?"

Rose stood straight, "Because you're going to corrupt her with your thoughts and beliefs! You...you;re gonna convince her that we're the bad guys!"

Albus scoffed, "And then make her go to y’all and think I am the bad guy?” She was about to defend herself and he continued, “Merlin, you’re so ridiculous. Just get over yourself Rose!"

As he watched her, he saw her hand going down to grab her wand. He tried to grab his as well, but he was too slow and as soon as the words, "Locomotor Mortis!" Left her mouth, he felt his legs lock together. And unfortunately, he didn’t know the counter-curse. The one time he actually needed Anne she wasn’t there.

So as he fell, he threw his own jinx her way, "Tarantallegra!"

But, once again, unfortunately for Albus, she knew the counter-jinx for what he threw at her, but fortunately for him Scorpius fired the counter-curse to his Leg-Lock curse.

And as soon as Albus stood, he felt himself fly back and hit his head on a tree. He pushed himself up and began to wobbly walk towards her, but she yelled another spell at him, "Flipendo!" He was pushed back into the tree again. This time, his ears began ringing and everything went blurry. And while it was faint, he still heard more spells being fired. But at some point, he heard a whistle being blown.

Not long after the whistle was blown, he heard yelling and eventually felt someone's arms grab him from behind and hoist him up. He couldn’t figure out who it was until he heard the voice and it felt almost as if it was yelling in his ear. "C'mon Mr. Potter, let's get you to the Hospital Wing." That was the last thing he heard before he fully went out.

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Albus blinked his eyes, adjusting them to the brightness of the Hospital Wing. He groaned as he realized his head started to hurt. "Madam Pomfrey! He's up!” He recognized that voice. When he fully looked around, he smiled when he saw Anne standing next to him. “You had us worried Al, I thought we might have to send a letter to your parents or something."

He laughed slightly, "Annie, you're rushing, I barely understood what you just said.” He tried pushing himself up, but that proved harder than he thought it would've been. “Can you help me up? And sorry that I’m yelling" The thing was, to him, it felt like he was yelling, but in reality, he was just whispering.

She laughed as she carefully wrapped her arms under him and pulled him up. "You’re whispering, Al. And sorry. You really scared me. When Lottie and Holly came and told me what happened. So imagine my worry!" She pulled away, "You've never called me ‘Annie’ before.”

Oh. “Oh. Sorry.”

She smiled, “No, it’s fine. I like it."

Before he could reply Madam Pomfrey walked over, "That was quite a fight you got yourself into Mr. Potter. How're feeling?"

He shrugged, "I'm okay, I think. Just a massive headache."

She nodded curtly, "That is to be expected. I need to check some things out but I will be able to send you on your way. I already let you stay the night." He nodded and let her do what she needed to.

Annie grabbed her bag and stood, "I have to go, lunch is almost over and I have to head down to History of Magic." She sighed, "I'll let Scor and everyone know how you are and I’ll see you later." She walked out of the room and he flinched lightly when the door shut.

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When he was released to leave the Hospital Wing, History of Magic was nearing its end. He didn’t feel like going to the rest of his classes so he went back to his Dorm. He fell onto his bed. He was still tired from all hell and his head was pounding. And even when Madam Pomfrey had said she hadn’t written to his parents, he knew they knew. He was in a fight and got caught. They got a letter. He just hoped that they saw that it was technically Rose’s fault.

Albus didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep. Only knowing that it happened as he felt someone gently shaking him awake. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Scorpius standing over him. “Hey, Anne told me that you would probably be here.” He handed him a few letters, “These came for you this morning.” Albus sat up and took the letters from him. He was surprised that his parents had already written to him. Scorpius cleared his throat and laid down on Albus’s bed. “Rose has detention until Christmas break. I mean...I do too, but mine is only every other day starting tomorrow.”

“And me?”

“Think since you got hurt, you’re in the clear. But I dunno. Professor Slughorn may talk to you later.” Albus nodded and Scorpius continued, "It's what Rose deserves, honestly. I mean...Anne and I think she deserves longer, but hey, that's us." He wanted to disagree. Say that maybe she shouldn’t have detention that long. He knew Scorpius shouldn’t. He was only defending him. Yeah...Rose should have detention. But not until Break or longer like Scor and Annie think.

Scorpius continued to talk as Albus opened the letters. Starting with, the most surprising one, the one from Teddy.

Sup Al,

So I was eating with your parents/Lils plus Hermione and Ron heard what Rose did to you, hope you're doing good. Funny thing, your mom was so close to criticizing Hermione and Ron for it until, I guess, until she realized that they’re livid at Rose for that. No doubt she'll get a howler from them soon haha. Hoping it’s after you’re out of the Hospital Wing.

Anyways, is your 1st year going good? May surprise you, but I was actually happy that you're a Slytherin. It makes you...unique, in my humble opinion. Oh! Vic told me that she's been helping you out with things, she didn't say what 'things' were, but then again, I didn't ask.

Well, I have no clue on what to say honestly, so just have a good couple of weeks until Christmas, I'll see you then.

Stay outta trouble, won’t ya?

Teddy

“Everything good there?”

Albus looked over at Scorpius, who had sat up while Albus had been reading Teddy’s letter. He nodded, “Yeah, just a letter from Teddy.”

“Teddy?”

“Lupin. I actually think y’all are cousins.”

“Yeah. He’s Andromeda's grandson, right?” Albus nodded and Scorpius nodded back, “Then yeah. He’s my Grandmother, fathers mum, great-nephew. Don’t think I’ve ever even met him though.”

Albus just shrugged and turned back to his letters. Deciding to open the one from his Aunt Hermione next.

Dear Albus,

Hello dear, I know I never write to you and I am sorry that it is only because of this situation. Your Uncle Ron and I will be having a serious conversation with Rose when you all come back for Christmas break. But I wanted to apologize to you myself. I feel like it's my fault that she is acting like this. I had believed that I raised her to be better than this, to not pick fights with someone just because of their house. Yes, I’ve read that she says that you've 'changed' since becoming a Slytherin, but from what I've heard from what your mother is saying from the letters you've been sending to your sister, I highly doubt that. Well, I can't wait to see you in a few weeks and once again I am very sorry for Rose's actions.

Wish you the best,

Aunt Hermione

He rolled his eyes. Of course his Aunt thought it was her fault. If he was to be honest, it was his Uncle’s fault. He never was too quiet on his...disdain for Slytherin’s. But he placed that aside and opened his mother's letter,

Albus,

I have no clue when you are getting this, but a few hours ago your father and I got a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that you got into a fight with your cousin. She said how Rose claimed you attacked her first, some agreeing with her, but the majority disagreeing. Your sister is very worried about you and is trying to grab the paper from me to write to you. I always forget how much she looks up to you Albus, it makes me happy that at least 2 of my kids are getting along.

I’m really not writing about that fight. We can talk about it when you get home.

In other news, your father said that plans for the 20th anniversary since the end of the war event at the ministry are already starting to be planned. He was wanting me to ask you if he wanted us to write to McGonagall to get you out of school to come with us. (You don't have to of course and I don’t expect you to want to)

How has your year been too? You never write to us and I've been getting worried, even if you're just saying everything is okay and you're happy, please just write.

Love,

Your mother

Albus laughed, "My mum is mad at me for not writing."

Scorpius laughed as well, "Same here Al, mine even threatened me. And I’m pretty sure Anne’s mum is upset as well."

Albus shook his head as he grabbed the last letter and opened it.

Hey Albie! How has school been? Anneliese? Scorpius? (Did I spell their names right?) Mum just told me about the fight with Rose, are you okay? I hope you are. School for me has been hard, I lost two friends. They called me weird for having a big family. But in other news, I broke my arm. So I'm sorry that this looks weirdly written, I'm using my left hand.

Mum says that you go on Christmas break in 3 weeks. So three weeks until I see you again! I'm excited, I wanna hear all about Hogwarts and your friends and what Slytherin House is like!

Hugo and I got into a fight, currently on no speaking terms. I don't like not speaking to him, actually, I'm gonna stop writing and go apologize!

Bye Albie!

Love your sister Lily

He smiled when reading her letter, but the smile faded as he realized that he really missed his sister. Well, he mostly just missed her chaotic energy and everything about it.

“Everything okay?”

Albus looked at Scorpius again and nodded, “Yeah. Just miss my sister.”

Scorpius nodded, “Yeah...I don’t really know how that feels. Being an only child and all.” He sighed, “Sometimes I wish that my parents had more kids.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The Manor can be lonely without company. I mean...yeah, there’s my parents and grandparents, but they’re adults.” He laughed, “Funny thing, the only one that ever really ‘played’ with me was my mother. My father would, on occasion. But my mother has always put time aside to spend with me.”

“Your mum sounds amazing.”

Scorpius smiled softly, “She really is.” He sighed, “Wanna know who won the Kestrels versus Arrows game?”

“Duh.”

"Arrows lost their last match."

Albus nodded, "Good then the Kestrels have a chance at going to the World Cup." He gave Scorpius a smug smile before bursting into laughter. "Anyways, break is in like, 3 weeks. What're you gonna do?"

“Probably go to some fashion show that my mother drags me too. And the Slytherin Christmas dinner...yeah, I’m doing nothing." He laughed, “Anne is probably gonna cry because she has to deal with all 14 of her siblings.” Scorpius sighed, “What about you?"

Albus shrugged, "Probably hang with my little sister and see how my cousin who is at Beauxbatons is doing."

“Oh? You have a cousin there?”

He nodded, “Yeah, Vic’s younger sister Dom decided to go there instead. Envy her in all honesty.” He sighed, “Hopefully no one has turned her against me.”

Scorpius wrapped his arm around Albus’s shoulder, “Well, you can always come visit me in the gigantic and lonely Malfoy Manor.”

Albus laughed, “I’ll think about it. For sure.”

Scorpius nodded, “Good.” They both laughed as they heard their stomach’s rumble. “Guess we better head down to dinner.”

Albus nodded, “Guess we should.”

And once they walked into the Great Hall and Albus felt the eyes of the Gryffindor table on him. He did his best to ignore them as he sat next to Annie. “Oh thank Merlin you’re alright Albus! We all thought you died!”

Robyn Goyle rolled her eyes at her brother, Rohyn Goyle’s, comment. “We did not.” She sighed, “But we are happy that you're alright Albus. Pretty sure you gave everyone in Slytherin a scare.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “I heard from my sister, Charlotte, that many of the older kids were worried too.”

Albus was surprised to find out that the other Slytherins had been worried about him. Did the people in Slytherin house really like him that much? He didn’t think they would. Afterall, he was kin to ‘the enemy’. And if Gryffindor house hates him for being a Potter in Slytherin, wouldn’t Slytherin too? None of it made sense to him. But he pushed those thoughts away and ate. Ignoring the feeling he had deep-down.

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taeyohonic · 3 years

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stolen dances | chap. 11

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swear words, therapy talk

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2300

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note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: seokjin mid sneeze would ruin half of your wedding pictures.

“let’s do this picnic then,” jungkook breathes against your skin and you feel a headache coming – again. you don’t know what you expected, but for him to not even comment on the fact that yoongi is your therapist, is well… kind of insulting.

“yeah, let’s do that,” you agree and let go of his ear. you go girl! tell him exactly how you feel.

“is there a reason i’m not allowed to carry anything?” he’s struggling with the basket as well your backpack and the two iced coffees you hadn’t noticed before. still, jungkook is not letting you help him in any way, his sunglasses are as high up his nose as his ego.

“nah,” he scoffs with humor, “you’ll just drop the coffee – can’t risk it.”

“that was one time,” you argue and push a single finger straight up his nostril. jungkook scrunches his nose adorably before he pushes you away.

“gross, ____”

the weather is nice and you can’t help the spring in your steps as the two of you join the many visitors. for a moment you’re afraid of them recognizing your former idol friend. but jungkook doesn’t seem to care – he is more focused on the melting ice in your drinks. and he knows his bodyguard is close by. but you haven’t noticed the bulky man following behind you.

“can we move closer to the tree line?” you ask him, not wanting to join the couples sunbathing. nah, your hangover is not smiling kindly upon your headache. shade and some non-alcoholic liquid should do the trick.

“of course” your best friend changes directions and guides you to the more secluded area. the air smells fresh and you take a moment to breath it in – not even thinking about helping jungkook set up the picnic. the green is vibrant around you and for a second you imagine how beautiful his wedding would have been if it was right here. right now. but no, they had to do an autumn event. you want to get married in spring, you think and feel a smile touching your lips.

“why are you looking like that?” your friend asks, already seated on the soft blanket, sipping on his iced coffee.

“i’d like a spring wedding,” you answer, not even filtering your thoughts – you shouldn’t have to in front of your friend. jungkook’s reaction is close to comedic gold: his eyes widen while he sucks a breath of caffeine in his lungs; coughing harshly.

you move on instinct, closing the distance and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“wh- what the-e fu -…fuck?” he coughs and pushes against your touch to lean further on you.

“spring… it’d be so pretty, don’t you think?” you start after checking that he’s breathing normally again. “and just imagine the sea of flowers during this time. i really like the idea.”

you are met with silence. a long one. without looking at him, you grab your drink and take a sip.

then, jungkook answers. “your skin would look lovely against cherry blossoms.”

now you’re the one speechless – who even says stuff like that?

“don’t be condescending, kook,” you respond, willing your cheeks to discolor asap. your best friend just chuckles.

“i’m telling the truth, ____,” jungkook protests as he grabs your hand and holds it up against the treetops. “look, your skin glows.” his fingers push against your palm and you’re just… not stable enough for this. with a silent shudder you escape his touch.

“don’t say stuff like that to me, jungkook,” you voice rather harsh and you avoid his questioning gaze. you miss his touch as much as you hated it in the first place. jungkook doesn’t answer for a moment, but when he does, there is a forced joke on his lips.

“jin-hyung would be sneezing 24/7 with his allergies.” true, the oldest always looks in so much pain when you all move around during pollen season. you chuckle and try to get your thoughts away from a very unattractive mid-sneeze seokjin and more focused on the cupcakes peeking out of jungkook’s basket.

“can’t have my man of honor sabotaging all the wedding pictures,” you snort and grab one of the baked goods – it’s an apple crumble muffin, making your mouth water instantly.

“hah” your best friend laughs at you while some crumbles fall into your lap. “if taehyung isn’t your man of honor, he’ll prank bomb the hell out of your wedding.”

“what about you?” you ask and face him fully, the half-eaten muffin in your palm an unspoken invitation as jungkook snatches it from you. he takes a bite and you think he regrets taking off his sunglasses. his eyes look at you hesitantly.

“i’m not sure you’d like to have me as your man of honor,” he confesses and you watch him with surprise. is he the same person who wanted you to become his best man a few days ago?

“why would you think that?”

“you know,” jungkook starts and moves an inch away from you – his palms are pressed into the blanket. “the last few weeks i felt like… maybe there are some… moments where this” – jungkook’s head moves between the two of you – “wasn’t as honest as it’s used to be.”

you are kind of disappointed in yourself. there you are – going to therapy twice a week, working on a healthy, objective relationship with your crush. and now it’s him, not you, who is the brave one.

“but it’s not bad, right?” you voice, insecurity making your tone more timid than you’d like. even if jungkook doesn’t love you, he still cherishes you, right? your best friend looks at you like there is a whole ass shinigami on your shoulder.

“____, our friendship could never be bad. never.” then there is a silence. “but, like… do you feel secure with me? with this?”

his eyes shine with questions you are not ready to answer. but jungkook’s stare is there and it’s now and maybe it’s right on time.

“my mental health hasn’t been so good lately,” you start hesitantly. “i’m trying to reevaluate my relationships… see… where to make… improvements or… or where to set boundaries.”

honesty without being explicit. yoongi would roll his eyes.

the man in front of you nods, no judgement in his face. then he speaks:

“i’ve been in therapy since bangtan retired,” jungkook offers, which makes you suck in a harsh breath – for years he’s been seeing someone without you – his best friend – knowing?

“i had this whole identity – people idolizing me – milking me for… money, fame… opportunity. and then i just – just stopped being a singer. stopped my vlives. stopped my posts. many left – was i nothing without my band?” he asks softly tracing the lines on the blanket underneath you. there are tears in your eyes at his pain.

“talking about it, reshaping myself, rediscovering me – was … so tiering.” he chuckles without humor and you can’t help but agree: every therapy session is like a sixty-minute cardio routine.

“it was actually my therapist who recommended me doing these dance workshops in schools. i wouldn’t have met you if i didn’t listen to her,” jungkook reveals and you smile softly at the memory of a flustered jungkook surrounded by all your students, excited to meet a former idol.

“so, i hope you know that i’m very proud of you for seeing yoongi.” his voice sound strained, not entirely honest. “and i hope you realize that this“ his hand moves between the two of you “is a good thing.”

your heart beats faster while your skin shudders from a phantom cold. it’s confusing and exciting at the same time. jungkook looks as vulnerable as a porcelain doll in front of you. you feel close to tears watching your best friend.

“i hope so too, kook,” you admit and smile. he doesn’t mirror you because there is a part of him disappointed you are hoping instead of knowing. it’s a big part.

“you are a good thing to me, ____,” jungkook offers instead. “and that’s verified by my therapist.”

now a chuckle escapes him and you can’t help your own laughter joining in.

“but you have so many good things – i’m still searching for mine.” there is a wistful undertone in your voice and you are not ashamed of it.

“apart from you and the boys and my company… there is little that brings me joy,” jungkook confesses, making you freeze with his exclusion.

“what about your fiancée?” you ask and can’t look into his deep eyes.

“you know how it is with her,” he answers in a monotone voice. you want to scream at him, that you in fact do not know how it is, that you have only seen her a handful of times. heck, you’ve even met seokjin’s housekeeper more often than jungkook’s fiancée. your best friend has done the most to separate you two. you can count every mention of her on your fingers and you’d still have some left. it’s unfair he looks at you like you’re it when he’s got a woman at home wearing his engagement ring with pride.

there is so much frustration mounting in your stomach, it makes you mad.

“maybe i don’t know enough,” you say, the heat missing in your words. you sound more resigned and seeing how distant jungkook looks at you, there is little hope he’ll explain more… or anything.

“sir” jungkook’s bodyguard scares you, not having heard the mountain of muscles coming up to the two of you. “excuse the interruption” he is not interrupting anything. “a few girls have spotted you. your location is compromised.”

jungkook looks relieved and nods at his security. there is a silly part of you who’s glad as well, but another one would have loved to press your best friend for… anything.

“let’s pack up, ____” jungkook is on his feet in seconds and even though he mentioned the both of you, there is an unspoken order as his bodyguard starts to collect the food while the ceo takes your empty coffee cups. you shouldn’t lift a finger – still, it’s you who gets up and folds the now unoccupied blanket. the silence is not uncomfortable, but there is an underlying tension making you vibrate not only from the caffeine.

you’re out of the park in under ten minutes. during the ride back you steal one of the untouched muffins. jungkook acts like he doesn’t notice. the next morning a few pictures of your outing make it onto page six of the local newspaper. taehyung is astonished because he wasn’t invited. seokjin makes an unflattering meme out of one snap where you are drinking coffee. and jimin is silent, as are you and jungkook.

most of the times when you are waiting for yoongi to open his door and invite you into the now familiar office, you feel anxious. it’s normal, you know that. most people don’t like working through their problems. like jungkook said, it’s tiering. still, you are always 12 % excited to see your therapist because he is cool. talking to him means something to you. today however you feel impatient.

your picnic with jungkook is fresh in your mind. you’ve even taken the time to write some of your dialog down, so you’d be more objective during the retelling. yoongi will know how to work through this; you’ve got confidence in him.

“_____?” your therapist looks at you from the threshold of his door. he looks professional in his teal button down, wearing his glasses. but at the same time his face is paler than usual, fatigue clouding his eyes. you try to grin at him while closing the distance.

“hey, yoongi! how have you been?” you ask, making your voice extra soft not to irritate him. there is a forced smile on his lips – the one he always has when you start to rant about your oats. it makes you halt in front of him.

“everything okay?”

yoongi just nods before stepping back into his office and motioning you to follow him. still unsure about his mood, you just want to feel the familiar leather of his couch underneath you. he’d explain soon, you think. yeah, and then you could talk about jungkook. again.

but the couch is not empty. hell, your seat – the one you’ve had for months – is occupied. a man is grinning at you so brightly you want to close your eyes. and move him from your seat. in that order.

“huh?” you go, _____. very eloquent.

“hoseok, this is ______. ______, this is hoseok,” yoongi introduces you formally and you can’t help it but to bow curtly at the male in your seat. the man – hoseok – gets up from his – your – spot and moves closer to yoongi and you.

“______, i’m so, so happy to finally meet you!” this person is too happy. it’s like he tries to be the extrovert energy in the room that’s missing between you and yoongi. hoseok looks like the sun and you don’t like it. what is he doing here? and what does he mean by finally? confused, you stare at yoongi. why does he look so ashamed while tilting his glasses further up his nose?

“what is he doing here?” you ask a bit too blunt, but you know yoongi doesn’t care.

“he’s a colleague of mine. one of the best”, your shrink says slowly. so what, they had a meeting? lunch date? and he’s leaving now? just an overlap of meetings?

hoseok seems to take pity on his old friend when he addresses you next.

“i’ll be taking over your case from now, ______.”

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sorry that i’ve been away for so long. life has been bad. too much stress to handle. then i read a lot of fanfic to destress and it made me just more insecure about my own writing. still, i tried my best with this chapter and i hope you enjoyed it! please let me know what you think! i’d love to hear from you! fair warning: next chapter is gonna be the downhill to the angst-y part of this fic. just to clarify: i don’t like what yoongi and jungkook are doing here. just to be clear. but i do think they are both trying. somewhat. love, dana p.s. someone recommended this fic @ ficswithlove and it was very touching and i loved that a lot... thanks again to this kind soul!

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mmilkbreadd · 3 years

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Chapter twenty five: “The End”

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Warning(s): a bit of swearing ; post-timeskip manga spoilers!!

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Or aka, ‘The Sakusa Kiyoomi Theory’

Act One: “Who is Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Saturday, 6:23 am, “y/n's home”

“You're late,” said y/n with crossed arms, she was already waiting for him at the door of her house. “I hope this doesn't become routine.”

It was already morning in the streets of Paris. Tendou Satori and her neighbor (and best friend), y/n l/n, were walking towards their famous bakery and chocolate shop, ‘Sweet Strawberries.’ It was a small place with a few tables to sit for tea and delicious things to eat. Also, although it was small, it was quite crowded.

“Woah, how angry you are today, little baker... More than usual, actually” y/n shook her head at her friend's comment. “But obviously I already know why, and it seems that you know why too.”

Y/n decided to ignore what Satori had said, and keep walking quite ahead of him. It was still an hour before the store opened, but they already had several orders that were due to deliver around nine in the morning. A three-tier wedding cake, forty heart-shaped chocolates for the anniversary of a married couple, and of course, the strawberry cake for someone named Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Around a quarter to seven, they arrived at the bakery, and they got down to work to get all the orders completed on time.

Tendou was more dedicated to the chocolate part, of course, and to serve customers. Despite y/n had advanced a lot in terms of her social skills, she still needed to learn a little about how to communicate normally with a person.

“That 'Sakusa Kiyoomi' has a Japanese name, do you think he is too?” y/n asked, wiping flour from her hands.

“I don't know, they could be. But doesn't that name sound too familiar to you?” Satori replied.

“That's exactly what I was thinking!”

“Weird.”

“Yeah... Anyway, the customer asked not to make the chocolate so bitter so add more milk to that please.”

“Yes, boss!” Satori made a military signal and continued his work.

Act Two: “Pretending to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

8:39 am, “Paris” (?)

Bokuto Koutarou, along with Miya Atsumu and Hinata Shoyo were lost in Paris. They had circled the Eiffel Tower at least five times. But it seemed they hadn't realized it yet.

They were more lost than Bokuto studying math. But a simple city would not defeat them so easily... would it?

“Maybe we should have brought Sakusa,” Hinata said after round number six.

“And hear him complain about how dirty everything is? No thanks,” Atsumu Miya replied, shaking his head. “We don't need Omi-Omi. I, Miya Atsumu, am enough to know where we are.”

Atsumu put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. Bokuto and Hinata looked around, ignoring the enormous tower behind them, wondering where they were.

“And where are we then?”

“Paris, of course” he replied. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that, Shoyo.”

Hinata and Bokuto looked at each other, unable to believe what their teammate was saying.

“Sure…” Bokuto said, getting his phone out of his pocket. It was time to be the serious person of the trio. “Akaashi, we got lost” and that time was now over. Koutarou was crying as he spoke to his friend, who was on another continent. “No, I can't stop crying, Akaashi. I swear I was following the steps you wrote on the map so we wouldn't get lost, but Atsumu wanted to take the lead, so he broke the instructions, and we don’t know where we are. It's all his fault...! No, Sakusa has not come either.”

“Hey! It wasn't my fault,” the dyed blonde complained, crossing his arms. “And we never needed Omi-Omi!”

“Okay, Akaashi, I'll do it. Bye, love you… As a bro of course” Bokuto finished saying and hung up. “He told me I have to call Tendou. Is the only way.”

Hinata started shaking his head from side to side, while Atsumu slapped his forehead with his hand. Then a message came from Keiji; It was the number of Tendou Satori himself. Bokuto started dialing the numbers that appeared on the screen of his phone, on Hinata's.

“Wait wait, shouldn't I speak? He might recognize your voice” Hinata said, awkwardly taking the phone from Bokuto's hands.

“He would also recognize yours, Shoyo. I'll do it.” Atsumu snatched the device from him and pressed the call button. “Hello, sir, what’s up? I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, could you help me get to your store? I'm a bit lost... How did I get your number you ask? Eh– It's on your website dude! You should delete it, some people pretend to be someone else and you should not fall for that...”

Act Three: “If Sakusa Kiyoomi was real, we should have brought him.”

10:04 am, “Sweet Strawberries Bakery and Chocolate Shop”

“I can't believe it took us almost two hours to get here! It wasn't even that far from the hotel” Hinata said looking towards the building that was a few meters in front of them.

“Six blocks. Can’t believe it either.” Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow. “And now that? Are we going in or not?”

Bokuto went pale. He was going to see you, after so many years without communicating or having exchanged glances. He never imagined that he would see you again after that cold day in Miyagi. He had made a thousand scenarios in his head of how you two meet again: in some distant future you visit your hometown and he visits Hinata, and thus you meet in the park or on the street. You would have your own family, and he would have his. But that would happen in many years, not now. Not at this moment, when neither of you had grown enough... When he hadn't managed to forget you yet. But these weren't Koutarou's inventions, this was reality.

The incredible and stupid reality.

“I don't want to go in,” Bokuto said suddenly and stopped walking. “I’m not ready.”

Atsumu, who was already one step away from the door, turned to see him. Hinata collided with Miya's chest because he was walking right behind him.

“What are you talking about? Let's go in now” Atsumu said walking towards the ex-owl. “We didn't change the whole tour just so you don't go see your little girlfriend… We change it so you do! Don't be scared, do it now or you'll regret it for life. I remember how you talked about her during practice, and I even want to meet her after that! Come on dude, use the little braveness you have left.”

It seemed that Atsumu's words, or Hinata's smile next to him, made Bokuto take courage and head towards the entrance of the shop.

A bell rang before three pairs of feet echoed through the small place. There was a great smell of chocolate that invaded every inch of the establishment. Hinata paced around the place until the sound of a door opening made the three teammates turn their heads to where the sound was coming from.

“Welcome, what can I offer-- So all of you are Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?” Satori Tendou said, coming out of the back-room. “You see guys, I never believed this would happen. It makes me think a lot too… So, is Sakusa Kiyoomi even real?”

Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto were paralyzed in place for several seconds. The former Shiratorizawa monster stood with his hands on his hips, staring at them.

“Is it Sakusa Kiyoomi? Tell him I'm coming in a minute!” y/n yelled from the back room.

“Oh no, y/n, it’s someone much better!” Tendou replied, holding back his laughter. “You won't believe it even if you see this!”

Then, silence took over the place until a few quick steps interrupted it. A figure appeared through the door, with several boxes in their hands. A pile of boxes so big it covered their face.

“Help me, Satori, I'm going to fall” y/n complained, and after Tendou took out the boxes that covered her view, she saw her friend smiling widely. “What?”

Satori, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore, gestured with his head towards the three statues in the middle of the place. And finally, seeing her friend's face, he started to laugh out loud.

“Kou?”

“A-and Hinata!” shouted Bokuto nervously. Shoyo looked at him and then pointed at Atsumu.

“And also Atsumu!”

“And Saku– shit, we should have brought Omi-Omi after all…”

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Note: I am very very very very sorry for not posting this sooner, but I had thousand of things going on in my life. Now I’m better and ready to finish this beautiful, and crazy, love-story.

I hope you loved it as much as I did. I truly enjoyed it writing, and I’m happy to finish it too.

I’ll appreciate it a lot if you comment down below what you thought about the series. I’ll read you later -Tina.

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izzabeean · 3 years

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Chapter 3 : Numb

SUMMARY

Upon arrival to Oikawa’s apartment you are greeted by someone new.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 1,779

tags : alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

cw : mentions of alcohol

a/n : I'm not super satisfied with this chapter and that's why it's taken me so long to post it. But here it is in all its glory.

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“H-- hi,” you stammer, looking to see that you’re at the right apartment to which you are.

Panic flutters in your stomach as the almost six-foot, dark-haired man’s piercing gaze locks on you. It’s a bit unnerving and intense sending a surge of shivers down your body. If looks could kill, truthfully, you think his could end you. You try to compose yourself, but the nerves continue gnawing at your tongue. The last time you were this speechless around someone was long before you and Ushijima were together, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was intimidating or just attractive.

“Yeah?” he mumbles while ruffling his hair.

The greeting is irritable and short, but you suspect by the fact he looked a bit dazed, you most likely woke him up.

You’re not sure what else to say as you continue to shift your gaze between him and the door frame. So far, your first impression is off to a great start; only uttering a couple of words and barely being able to maintain eye contact. It’s hard for you to even look at the ridiculously attractive stranger for too long or you were scared it would seem like you're staring.

Why have you never seen him around before?

“I’m Y/N, Tōru's friend,” you introduce yourself.“Is he home?”

You feel your cheeks burn up hoping the tall brunette doesn’t notice as he gazes down at you.

Fuck.

He really is good-looking.

“He’s sleeping,” the tanned man replies.

In an attempt to push the conversation further, you sift through several conversation starters that rest in your mind in times like these.

Maybe ask how he knows Oikawa… That could do it. And... flirt a little.

But the idea of small talk sounds too risky. The embarrassment of Oikawa catching your flirting with his friend begins to sink in and you cannot fathom the teasing he’d punish you with.

“Alright I can come back later,” you say while grinning before turning to walk away. Clearly regretful of your decision.

“Do you want to come in?” he asks.

Your heart hammers anxiously loud in your chest from the sentiment and you’re terrified you’ll expose the weak knees you get once looking back at him. But before you can even react, a groan quietly emerges in the background.

“Iwa-chan, who’s at the door,” Oikawa whines while walking towards the door.

Iwa-chan? you think, eyes tracing back to the said man. You attempt to hold in your laughter at the cute nickname.

“Y/N,” he replies, inspecting you up and down. Perhaps a bit curious as to what Oikawa is to you-- you did call him by his first name.

“Oh,” Oikawa interjects, stunned upon your presence. He rubs his groggy eyes, making certain you are actually right in front of him. “What’re you doing here?”

“I, um--” you answer, unable to express the real reason. "Did you forget, we're hanging out?”

You did in fact say you’d hangout today. However, your mind is clouded with wanting to tell Oikawa about your break-up and it's something that needed to be ripped off, like a Band-Aid. Needless to say, you weren't really looking forward to it.

Oikawa groans in response, clearly unamused, "It's so early."

“Tōru! You called me at 2 AM, that’s early,” you hiss.

“I'm sure that l wasn't the only thing keeping you up late,” he teases with a wink.

You feel your face go hot from embarrassment. “No, no, not exactly.”

Oikawa blinks. The tone of your voice is firm and serious, something he's never heard from you before. Sure, he’s seen you pissed off about to throw yourself at the person who's dumb enough to fill you with such rage. But this… was different.

And it scares him.

"What happened?" Oikawa stiffens.

You look at Iwaizumi who picks up on your nerves and excuses himself from the conversation to start a pot of coffee for the hangover.

The tension twists in the air and emotions of sadness and denial come rushing back. You thought you'd left them behind at your apartment but instead, they were following you, lurking waiting to pounce. And it had, right here in front of Oikawa.

In fact, you couldn’t imagine him giving you solace or comfort in any form. Actually, you’d much rather perish before you expose how heart-broken you really were. After all, it wasn’t like him to worry about you.

You swallow hard as the pressure to say something wells up in your chest, this time feeling the resentment cloud over you.

"We broke up," you mutter, letting out a fake laugh trying to hold the fact you are visibly upset.

Your body feels frozen as the words leave your lips; saying it just solidifies the events from last night, it feels almost unreal.

Oikawa opens his mouth to say something, “I'm sorry.” Admittedly, he doesn’t know what else to say.

You force a reassuring smile, “It's fine.”

Oikawa pauses. He didn’t need words to express the desperate look in your eyes, glossed over and absent in a distant daze, as if you were somewhere else.

"Did he say why?" Oikawa asks.

You rub your arms, realizing you're still on the topic, "No..."

Then it’s silent.

You weren't sure if you actually even said it out loud because you expected anything else but silence. Honestly, you couldn’t stand it and just wanted that to be the end of this uncomfortable conversation. That was the only thing you needed from Oikawa, things to go back to normal.

“Sorry… I just-” you hold your breath to stop a whimper from escaping. You glance at Oikawa who’s staring at you with a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

It’s funny to him that you’re the one asking the question when you were the one dealing with shit. Yet, here you are, still appearing unfazed about your delivery. But he wasn’t fooled by your casually calm appearance.

He’s not completely blind to how important Ushijima is or was to you. He knows that it probably feels like the end of the world and he knows you probably feel like you're dying-- he's been there before. But he didn't know how to tell you that.

“Nothing,” he replies. “You wanna come in?”

And you nod in acceptance.

Once you get inside, the apartment is small and tidy and the smell of musk fills your nose as you breathe easing a bit of the tension in your shoulders. A long exhale escapes your lips once Oikawa closes the door behind you. It felt good to be somewhere else that didn’t seem as haunting.

Following him into the kitchen, you sneak a glance at his friend who is pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. You grip on the sleeves of your coat and pause, eyeing up the muscular build in front of you. With all the hysteria, you almost forget about your run-in from earlier.

Once again, your heart rate begins to speed up in anticipation. And it takes only a second for it to stop upon meeting his gaze and it makes you feel hot.

“Y/N-chan, this is Iwaizumi,” Oikawa smiles.

Iwaizumi? As in Iwaizumi Hajime, from elementary school?

Your face flickers with recognition.

Then it all comes rushing back to the time when you were eight where another boy in class had stolen your favorite sparkly gel pen. It had taken every ounce of you to muster up the courage to fight for it back as his long arms reached up high making sure it was far enough away from your grasp.

Give it back -- the words you continued to plead over and over, but the boy wouldn’t comply and continued to tease you while laughing in your face.

The confrontation stops once Iwaizumi rushes over full of fury to confront the bully who, without any hesitation, shoves the pen back in your hands and walks away muttering how stupid it was under his breath.

It almost felt strange, receiving help from a boy you’ve never talked to before; Iwaizumi had always seemed to keep to himself and barely approached you. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter even a thank you, because before you could he walked away. It was impossible to ignore the regret that formed in your chest watching Iwaizumi go back to his friends. It was even more impossible to ignore it when your parents pulled you out of school to move closer to the city.

Maybe it was naive to believe, but the pure bliss and gratitude behind the intention really made an impact that couldn’t go unremembered. Even once you got older, he crossed your mind and you’d hoped you would get to meet him again someday.

“Hi,” you blink trying to hide that fact you recognize him so you greet him with a sheepish smile. It would be quite a reach to assume he would say something though. You can’t expect someone you’ve barely spoken to even remember you, so you decided it was best to keep it to yourself.

But you weren't good at hiding it.

“Do you know each other?” Oikawa asks, noticing the look of familiarity on your face.

Surely, Iwaizumi doesn’t recognize you from all those years ago. You can’t dismiss the breathless insecurity and worry of rejection that brews inside; you couldn’t handle any more surprises.

As you’re about to shake your head no, Iwaizumi interrupts.

“We went to elementary school together.”

Oikawa’s jaw drops at the news. He turns to you to look for confirmation to which you nod in compliance.

“Elementary school?” he almost yells.

You look back at Iwaizumi who looks like he wants to kill Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan, why didn’t you say something?”

“I just did,” he snaps back.

But Oikawa ignores Iwaizumi’s remark and continues to flourish in the new discovery pulling you both into a side hug on either side of him. “My two best friends together with me! Today’s going great!” He giggles, exiting the room.

The two of you are left alone and you can’t help but find your gaze toward each other lingering. You bite the inside of your cheek out of nervousness.

“It’s been a while,” you manage to croak out with a warm smile. “You look good!” Your words seem to linger holding more weight than you wanted.

A bit of blush spreads across his cheeks at your comment. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” he replies, a bit quiet and raspy.

Honestly, you believed it had to be fate. Perhaps written in the stars.

No, you don’t believe in that shit.

So you pretend that this wasn’t by chance.

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binniewon · 3 years

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Midnight Roses 9 (repost)

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Pairing: DarkAngel!BTS/Female!Reader

Warnings: Slight Language, Angst

A/N: Yes this story is mine I am just reposting because my links weren’t working! Loves!!!! This is my 100th post I am so grateful for everyone who has supported my blog and my stories I love you all!

You could hear their heavy footsteps as they followed you out the door “Y/N where are you going” you stopped in your tracks when you heard the voice of Namjoon, you turned to your side and saw him but he was with Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok it was their footsteps that you heard you realized when you didn’t see Jimin and Jungkook in sight.

“I-i-I was going to my apartment t-to check on F/N” they looked at you and then your neck you could see Namjoon slightly raise his eyebrows, you really need to cover that thing “I should be going” you said as you turned to leave “We can drive you if you would like” Jin said with the sweetest smile on his face “All of you” you asked confused as to why all of them would need to drive you to your apartment “No I mean I could drive you the other three need to get to the company” you could see the realization dawn on Namjoon’s face as he kissed Jin’s cheek and walked up to you “Can you come by later tonight” he asked with pleading eyes “I don’t think that, that would be a good idea” you said remembering what happened last night “Please it isn’t good for us to be apart for long” he said honestly, you huffed and nodded your head “Okay, I will come by later” he smiled and kissed the top of your head “Bye see you later” he said as he walked away Hobi and Yoongi followed and did the same action as Namjoon.

“You ready”

Jin pulled up to gates you could see the apartment buildings behind them “How much was this” you asked in awe Jin laughed “That is for us to know and you to never find out” you frowned at the statement but didn’t say anything, after he had pulled through the gate the security guard closed it you had never seen apartments this beautiful “F/N must be loving this” you said with a smile on your face.

“This is it” Jin said as he pulled in front of a set of buildings “I would walk up with you but I can’t risk it” he said sadly “It’s okay Jin” you said as you touched his hand he smiled at the action “You’re on the fifth floor and your apartment number is 36” he said as he handed you a set of keys “Thank you I will see you later” before you could get out of the car he grabbed you hand and slowly leaned in and gave you a small kiss it wasn’t anything major but it was enough to make you feel dizzy “See you later” he said as he let your hand go.

You walked out of the elevator still in a daze from the kiss why were you allowing yourself to fall this fast you don’t know but you do know that you are starting to have feeling for them which scared you but every time they touched or kissed you it made you feel like you belonged with them and that terrified you.

As soon as you opened the door you were tackled to the ground “Oh my goodness Y/N I was scared something happened to you, it isn’t like you to just text me that you will be back in the morning without explaining to me were you are I thought someone had kidnapped you or worse-” you stopped her before she could go further “I’m fine so can you please get off of me” she let out an oh and got off of you “Now where the hell were you” you cursed whoever texted her for not lying to her or letting her know where you were but leaving out important details because you didn’t want to explain to her everything but now you would have to explain everything and you weren’t ready for that “I was with BTS”

She kept on pacing it was starting to give you a headache you hadn’t even told her everything just that you were with them and she was freaking out “F/N sit down please your giving me a headache” you said as you rubbed your temples she stopped and gave you a pointed look “Don’t you dare tell me to sit down Y/N you have been keeping secrets from me I knew you something was off but this this is a lot to take in you were with BTS and you don’t even like KPOP” you huffed as you rolled your eyes this was too much for her how the hell did she think you felt “F/N sit the freak down so I can explain everything” she stopped pacing for a second and looked at you before she sat down “So this is a lot since this has been going on for about four years now” she looked at you with wide eyes but didn’t say anything “So it all started on my eighteenth birthday I woke up a bit dejected but still went on about my day it wasn’t until hours later when something happened” you lifted up your shirt to expose your tattoo.

“This suddenly appeared and I know you might be thinking that I got this at a tattoo parlor or something but you know that I am not the type of person who gets tattoos so I tried my hardest to find out how it happened but I didn’t find anything until you took me to the concert and I saw BTS the tattoo had been aching the whole concert but when I walked up to them I was suddenly in excruciating pain” she looked away from you and stood up but she was still quite “ When I woke up they told me about the meaning of tattoo and how…they are my soulmates and their not human” you looked down after that you could feel her start to pace again “What the fuck do you mean they aren’t human” well she wasn’t happy about this “They are dark angels” she stopped pacing and looked at you like you were crazy “Y/N are you okay or do I need to take you to the hospital” you stood up and looked at her “You don’t believe me” she huffed and then laughed “Of course I don’t believe you if you didn’t want to tell me why you have been off then that is okay I figured it would have something to do with your Grandma and your eighteenth birthday but you know how I feel about BTS so to use them as your lie that’s a bit much Y/N” she said as she sat back down and looked away from you.

“Wow I tell you what is actually happening to me and you don’t even believe me this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you” you said as you started to walk away “You don’t get to walk away from this conversation Y/N” she said as she followed you “How do you think we are in this apartment why do you think they took me to their hotel after I passed how and why the hell do you think I came to Korea with them and sat next to Jimin on the plane please F/N explain that to me” she didn’t say anything “Exactly you can’t for as long as we have been friends you think that I would just lie to you over something like this I am terrified F/N so freaking scared I need my best friend more than ever” you said as you went to hold her hand but she pulled away with a look of disgust “I can’t do this Y/N” she said as she started to walk away “What do you mean you can’t do this” she turned towards you with fear in her eyes “You just told me that BTS are dark angels the group that basically saved my life are monster and you’re their soulmate whatever that might mean but I do know that I don’t really want to be a part of it” you were livid “Don’t you fucking dare call them monsters they are the most softest people that I have ever met, they were willing to stay in America for me because I couldn’t except the fact that my soul was bounded to them for life they are far from monsters and the fact that you think something is wrong with me because of that goes to show how much of a fucking friend you are” you said to her and she snickered “Some friend I am you kept this from me for four fucking years Y/N”

“Because I knew that you would react like this and I honestly didn’t want to lose my best friend” she put her head down “Well I guess that it was bound to happen at some point right people don’t stay friends forever” she said sadly you shook your head “I can’t believe you” you said as you walked to the living room tears rolling down your face it wasn’t long after that when she came to the living room with her luggage “Where are you going” she didn’t say anything “I’m sorry” you said you didn’t really know what you were apologizing for but you didn’t want to lose your best friend “Bye Y/N” she said as she walked to the door “F/N wait” but she closed the door you didn’t go after her you just sat there and cried the look of disgust on her face when you tried to touch her hurt you more than anything.

Your ringtone woke you out of your sleep it was dark in the living room you realized that it had to be night time you immediately grabbed your phone without looking at the caller id you just hoped it was your best friend “Y/N are you not coming over: you heard Taehyungs voice disappointed you didn’t say anything “Y/N are you there” the reality of everything came crashing down on you, you just lost your best friend, your womb bestie as you liked to call her since your mom’s where pregnant at the same time but she came before you and she would always use that as her advantage so how could she just walk out like that you then realized that she probably didn’t have anywhere to go she had never been to Korea before at that thought you hung up the phone and ran out the door you had to find her.

Three hours

You had been looking for her for three hours and you still haven’t found her you knew she was a stress eater so you went to all the nearest Restaurants and pubs with a picture of her asking if she had been in the restaurant and nobody had seen her at this point you were scared anything could happen to her.

As you walked down the streets you heard someone call your name “Y/N oh my gosh we thought something happened to you” Jungkook pulled you into a hug “Why did you suddenly hang up on Tae” had he called you, you were so worried about F/N that you had forgotten about Taehyung “I-I she’s gone” you said as you broke out into tears “Who’s gone Y/N” Jimin said as he pulled you into him “F/N I told her everything like Namjoon told me to do and she left if you had j-just seen the way she looked at me i-I have never been looked at like that by someone so close to me i-I it h-hurts Jimin it hurts” you said as you cried harder “Okay baby Hobi, Yoongi and Joonie will take you back to our apartment and we will go look for her” Jin said as he pulled you out of Jimin’s arms and wiped the tears from your face you nodded your head and slowly walked away from him and into Hobi’s awaiting arms “Let’s get you home yeah” he said as he walked you to their car.

“They’ll find her baby they’ll find her”

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petork · 3 years

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-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 4 years

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Play With Me [Jungkook x Reader] 6

credit: littlemeowmeowschimy

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Genre: Thrilling // Mysterious // Smut [later] // 18+

Summary: After a fateful night, Jungkook realizes that he was put up against something more dangerous than he imagined. He never thought that through his undercover work that you were much more than just cunning, you were also seductive.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: Sorry for posting so late in the week! I had exams this week and things got so crazy! I figured I’d update y’all on this :)

»»————-　★　————-««

So you ran. You ran as fast as you could with Joker to get away from Batman. Yes, this was the first time you had met him, and yes, he terrified you. All those stories you heard Joker telling you made you fear the man more than you expected it to.

You never understood why Joker had such a vendetta with him. Yet, you never realized what Joker did most of the time. Somehow, you assumed that in the end, it would kill both of them, but time was ticking away. Joker wasn’t getting any younger, nor was Batman. You pushed such stupid thoughts from your head as you ran into the night. Joker leads you down to one of the wealthiest complexes in the city.

There, you broke into someone’s apartment. Taking him by surprise as you simply needed to use a computer. You had to find whatever information you could on Jungkook. You weren’t comfortable around him, and neither was Joker after hearing you explain yourself. You both assumed that he just randomly showed up out of nowhere, but after seeing what was in his wallet, you had your suspicions.

“Atata,” Joker hums, waggling his finger towards the man. He stood there in his nightgown, ready to defend himself. Joker already had one of his knives out and started playing with it. You were moving straight for the computer on the counter. Opening it, you realized that it was locked by a password.

“Unlock it,” you demanded to shove the computer towards the hostage. At first, he didn’t do anything, but when Joker took a step forward, he did exactly what you asked him to. Then, you took the computer into the room next to the kitchen where you broke in. You left Joker to do whatever he wanted to, which would probably include harassing the innocent man.

While you started to do whatever research you could. Pulling up files and any sort of information that wasn’t available to the public. You worked in the station for weeks now, you should know your way around stupid firewalls.

An hour and a half passed by, and this wasn’t at all what you were expecting. Every lead you had on your partner was a dead end. You tossed the stupid thing to the side, groaning under your breath as you did so. Joker wouldn’t be happy, and you didn’t want to see his anger. You didn’t want to see how he was going to react to any of this. In times like these, you wished Harley was beside you.

She could easily cheer you up and defend you from Joker. You knew his antics, Harley knew them too. She protected you when Joker came after you, ran away with you when you needed a break, and was the mother figure you required. As you sat in front of the screen, you saw Joker humming happily to himself.

“What’s taking you so long, Y/n?” He starts looking up over the glasses he wore. You knew his vision was perfect, so you could only roll your eyes. He wasn’t using them to see, they were just simple props.

“There’s no information on him, sir,” You mentioned chewing your lip as you scanned the files again. “I can’t-”

Joker slammed the stack of papers down. In the heat of the moment, you jumped your body slightly shaking due to what was going on. Your eyes never left the screen while you sat there, attempting to figure something out quickly. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Joker stalking his way towards you. If you had to ever admit that you were scared of him, it would be in times like these.

It was when he would move in slow-motion, anger slowly starting to build in his eye. Joker usually lost his tempter when something wasn’t going his way, and he would retaliate by whatever method he thought would work. It often left you in great heaps of anxiety when he would get like this because you didn’t know what he was going to do.

Joker made his way beside you, bending over and looking at the screen. One large hand embracing your shoulder while the other was on the desk. He leans in, looking at the screen and what you could pull up. Your heart quickened to where you could hear it in your ears.

The insane clown went silent beside you, his eyes scanning the screen. He then lets out a small fit of laughter then pulls himself away. “We’re dealing with someone undercover, my dear,” he mentioned smacking his lips after as he moves around. His eyes went straight for the resident, who was still bound to his chair.

Since their mouth was covered, you could see the fear in their eyes. Their whole body was shaking, and they were trying to get themselves out from whatever Joker had put them in. You knew he wasn’t going to make it out alive, and even if he did, Joker would probably cut out his tongue.

Why? Because he heard the entire conversation. He listened to your given name, Joker wasn’t going to allow you to get caught. You were too precious to him, in the sense that he could use you.

“What do you mean?” You questioned quickly putting the files on a thumb drive then destroying them. You had to hide whatever evidence you had with your partner. Even if that meant destroying the computer, you would.

Joker cranes his neck to look back. You could see his twisted smile forming on his face as he didn’t have to explain anything to you. You knew just by his look that this was something much more significant than you expected it to be. You brought a hand up to your forehead, rubbed it a few times, then grabbed your weapon. There, you swung it at the screen, destroying the computer. Ultimately a distraction from the screams that erupted in front of you.

What you left behind was a man who’s secrets would go with him to the grave.

»»————-　★　————-««

The next morning was the start of the weekend. You found yourself getting ready to go in as you needed to get a few things done before the evening. The station was quiet as most everyone didn’t come in as early as you did. Some questions started formulating through your mind. You were trying to put the pieces together of this small mystery since Joker held it against you.

When you came in, there were a few people in holding cells. Most you didn’t recognize until you spotted two colors that sparked memories. Craning your head, you saw Harley curled up in a ball at the corner of the cell. She had cuffs at her wrists and a busted lip.

“Harley?” You gasped, stopping in your tracks. Her head snapped, and at first, she gave you a glare. It was only when she recognizes you did she squeal.

“Y/n! My precious baby,” she coos quickly, getting on her feet and rushing to the cell. It seemed like the night guard wasn’t going to send her to Arkham until questions were recorded. Standard procedure would’ve had her ass shipped to Arkham the second she got captured.

But, whatever she was in here for, they needed more information from her. You glanced around, sweeping the area quickly before taking a closer step to the bars. You knew cameras were on you, so you couldn’t do anything irrational.

“Keep it down Harley, I’m undercover,” you whispered, chewing on your lower lip. Harley cocks a brow, then tilts her head. You hadn’t seen her since she ran off with Ivy, and even then, Harley barely came around whenever Joker was near.

“What does Mista.J have you doing this for?” she whispers, pressing her cheek against the bars. You simply shook your head, unable to tell her for the solid fact that you knew these cameras could pick up sound. Harley gave you a good look then nodded her head, understanding. You picked up your hand and started to quickly sign to her.

When you were younger, you learned sign language while you roamed the streets. You taught Harley as it was the only way you would communicate for the longest time. As you grew up, Joker broke your being in half. Making you scared to come out of your shell, but at the snap of his fingers, you where his little puppet.

Harley kept you safe from him and taught you that it was alright to speak. It took her years and trust, but eventually, she got there. The only time you ever talked in sign language was when you were keeping something on the low. Although, you made sure your hands weren’t picked up from the cameras since you didn’t want to get caught.

“He and many others are planning on taking over Gotham in just a few weeks,” you paused, looking around before continuing. “The first part of the plan is almost complete. The second part is to kill the Bat-family.”

Harley’s eyes widened, but she nodded her head. Wanting you to continue. “Right now, he has me running around and stealing different objects to keep the family preoccupied. I’m here in the precinct, keeping tabs on the force.”

“Seriously?” Harley bites out, narrowing her eyes. She knew how Joker used you, and she wasn’t a fan of it. Even begging you to leave with her when she first ran away. His noose around your neck was tighter than Harley’s ever was. Your mind was broken and rebuilt by him, you were afraid of what he would do. The last time you ran away was enough to keep you awake at night.

“But, there’s a small hurdle in our plan as this new kid came in just a few weeks ago.” You paused chewing on your lip then looking over your shoulder like a period child. “Mista.J believes that he’s playing undercover and that who he is much bigger than what we anticipated. He wants me to dig more information out on this guy,”

Harley’s eyes widened at the news, and she shook her head. “Don’t you dare do that Y/n!” she hisses, taking a step back and jumping over her cuffed wrists. She was flexible indeed and could get herself out of any knot. Her hands came straight up to the bars, gripping them tightly as her eyes narrowed. “You are cunning and seductive eyes, but your mind is still fragile. If you get attached to this man, and you find out he’s what you weren’t expecting, you might fall deeper into insanity.”

You were about to open your mouth to retort but paused when you heard your partner’s voice. Quickly, you spun around to find Jungkook standing there, holding two cups of coffee. He wore blue slacks and a white shirt. His holder strapped to his waist and a few other gadgets as well.

“What are you doing?” he questions, moving forward to see who you were having such an intimate conversation with. Jungkook had heard Harley’s response to you, but only the last part. He didn’t know exactly what the conversation was about and would probably have to watch the footage from earlier this morning.

“I’m interrogating Quinzel,” You lied, taking a step back to show Harley off. Instantly, her concerned expression turned into one of disgust as she saw Jungkook move inwards. He paused when he saw her, confused as to why she wasn’t in Arkham already.

“How long has she been here?” he questions, handing the second cup of coffee over when he came closer. You shrugged, assuming that she’s only been here for the night. But you didn’t want to ask the nightguard or look at the paperwork. You thanked Jungkook for the coffee then turned to look at Harley again.

She didn’t even give a look at you; instead, she held contact with Jungkook. “So you show your face around here again,” she growls.

Jungkook had arrested her undercover before, he was shocked by how she could remember his face as it was a little over five years ago. “They needed me here Quinzel, I couldn’t say no.” he shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Wait, how do you know her?” You questioned. It was a stupid question to ask, but then again, if Harley knew him, then he must be wrong blood, right? Jungkook shook his head, dismissing the question but asking his own. Harley looked offended by such a stupid question that she took a step back and moved towards the corner of the cell.

“If you’re the cop that has to take me to Arkham, I’d rather die than be in your hands again. I hope karma gets you one day,” the rests her back against the cells.

What did your partner do to upset Harley so much? And why wasn’t any of this making sense?

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sincerelymarinette · 5 years

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A Recorded Life (22/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1470 Chapter Summary: After Ladybug and Chat Noir have been revealed as mildly famous Parisians, Marinette and Adrien make a video addressing the topic. Author's Note: This chapter was fun and I spent a long time on it. What would you have asked them?

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Ladybug and Chat Noir

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"Hi, I'm Marinette," She introduced the video. "And Adrien is here, too."

"Hi!" Adrien smiled.

With a sigh, she continued. "Today is a serious video, and the only time we will be talking about this," She said. "I tweeted out that I would be taking questions about Ladybug just this once. And now I guess we're also going to take some Chat Noir answers too, since Adrien decided to help with this video," Marinette explained. "Let's get started."

Adrien scrolled through his phone to find some good questions. "This one is in response to you saying you declined interviews. Why did you decline them, don't we deserve to know how our favorite hero thinks?"

Marinette took a deep breath to answer the first question. "I declined the interviews to keep everyone safe. To keep Adrien and me safe, our families and friends safe, and the entirety of Paris safe. Most interviews are live and will not be controlled by me- what if I said something jeopardizing? With my own video, I know what I can say, and if I decide it doesn't work right, I can edit it out and control what is being released. Heck, I never even intended for our identities to be revealed," She said. "That was a loaded one for the first question."

Adrien chuckled. "I'll lighten it up a bit," He said and continued to scroll. "Oh! I like this story. How did you become Ladybug?"

Marinette shook her head. "The Miraculous was given to me, and I found it the day the first Akuma showed up. I had no idea what was going on and was even more awkward than I am now."

"I was running away from home and helped a man while I was trying to run away to go to school. Then the Akuma showed up, and I found my Miraculous, and I have to say, I was ready to get superpowers," Adrien smiled. "Did you two know each other's identities?"

"No," She answered quickly. "We agreed to keep it a secret. As I said, it was to keep us safe. I'm sure once we won the final battle with Hawkmoth, we would talk about it." Sure, that one was only half true. Tikki was a huge reason not to tell the identities.

Adrien nodded. "I actually really wanted for us to know each other's identities, but I respected her opinion, and it probably was best to keep it a secret."

"Thanks for that," Marinette smiled. "Next?"

He was looking for the best questions he could find, without being too personal. "How perfect is that view from the tippy-top of the Eiffel Tower?" He asked.

A soft smile grew on Marinette's face as she thought about it. "It is perfect. Especially at night," She said. "Paris is beautiful, but it's even more beautiful from up there. Maybe I'll take a picture sometime, but photos will never do it justice," She awed.

"She's right. We would meet there a lot for night patrols, and it's the best. Sometimes I would go there when I just need some fresh air and a break, and it's the best spot in Paris to go," Adrien added on as he finished the question and began looking for another.

Scrolling for another few seconds, he showed it to Marinette before asking it. She nodded, but knew she had to be careful with some of these answers. "How do you turn into Ladybug?" He asked.

"Magic," Was her one-word answer, and all that she was going to give for it.

"How have we seen other superheroes appear in Pairs? Like Rena Rogue, Carapace, and Queen Bee?" Adrien continued reading.

Marinette shrugged. "More magic. Sometimes the Miraculous just show up when it's needed, then disappear after," She said. That one was more so to cover themselves, if they revealed there was a Guardian in Paris, who knows what Hawkmoth would do.

Adrien held back his laugh when he read the next one. "Mari, this person is telling me there's a girl online talking about how she was always your best friend, and now it's crumbling under her. Her name is Lila," Adrien said.

Marinette's eyes grew wide, but she contained herself. Marinette only shrugged. "The only Lila I know went to school with us every once in a while, and she is out to get me. So, maybe that person has been lying since I only know one Lila?" Marinette responded. She tried to keep it vague, but she knew exactly who this was about.

"Ew! This person proposed to you over Twitter," Adrien rolled his eyes.

Marinette giggled. "I'm flattered, but no thank you."

"Here's a fun one," Adrien said, trying to forget how he felt about reading the proposal. "What is your favorite part about being a superhero?"

It was silent for a minute. Marinette had so many good times with being a superhero, becoming friends with Tikki being her most favorite part. But, of course, she couldn't talk about that. "While you're thinking, I'll go!" Adrien smiled. "Mine is definitely working together. We make such a great team, and we've become such great friends, I love it. It's so nice to have the freedom and power to fly across Paris, that's awesome."

"Awe, that's so sweet," Marinette smiled. "I think that's my favorite, too. Even though you can be annoying, you're a great partner."

Adrien smiled wide as he looked back at his phone for another question. "Why do you only want to make one video about Ladybug?" He asked. Marinette got stiff and sighed as she thought about her answer.

She took a deep breath before beginning her answer. "This video wasn't even going to be made initially. But when I saw all the tweets, and comments, and posts, I knew I had to," Marinette said. "Our families and friends are in danger now that we have been revealed, and that scares me more than anything," Marinette said as tears began to well in her eyes. She took a few more deep breaths to try and stop her from crying, and Adrien put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, you don't have to answer this one. We can skip it if you want. Heck, we can end the video. We're going to protect them all, and I know we will win. We make a great team," Adrien smiled.

Marinette put her hand on his, and smiled lightly. "You're right," She said and turned back to the camera. "I bet Hawkmoth is ecstatic this happened. I'm sure he's rolling with how happy he is that he knows who we are. Well, guess what?" She started. "Now that Adrien and I know about each other, we can only become closer. This one experience can bring us closer than ever before, and we can break things down. We've been partners for three years, only growing and becoming more than when we started. So Hawkmoth, while you're out there thinking this is our lowest point, well, the only way to go is up. We will defeat you...together," Marinette smiled, the tears still in her eyes, but now because of her passion.

Adrien's smile grew even more. "You won't even know what hit you."

"And I think that's going to end this video. It's been an emotional rollercoaster, and I'm not sure how to feel about all of this. But it happened, and here we are. Closer than before, and a better team because of it. Look out Hawkmoth, we're coming for you," Marinette smiled. "I'll see you guys in the next video. Check out our social media, and be sure to subscribe for more, non-superhero content! See you in the next video!" Marinette said, and shut off the camera.

"Thank you so much," She started to cry again, hugging Adrien. "I couldn't have done this without you."

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng @MarinetteDC The video about Ladybug is done being filmed. It's emotional and kind of crazy. I'm editing it now, and then I'll have it posted tomorrow. Adrien is the best person ever, and I don't know how I would function without him.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng @MarinetteDC I know there are a lot more questions you guys will want answered after that video, too. Don't count on them getting answered, especially now that Hawkmoth knows about us. We have to keep everyone safe.

Gabriel Agreste Fashion @GabrielParis Gabriel Agreste or anyone associated with Agreste Fashion will not be discussing the recent events with Adrien Agreste.

Adrien @AdrienAgreste @GabrielParis except me!!!

Adrien @AdrienAgreste Marinette is honestly one of the coolest people I know, and this video was one of the hardest things she's had to make for her career, but look at her go. She's protecting Paris and producing content. Genuinely inspiring and Hawkmoth should take a page out of her book.

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Why Us? Why Now? Why Ever?

In a post apocalyptic world where walkers took over the living, Era realised that she was different from every one else. Wanting to uncover the reasons to her differences, she embarked on a journey to the West where she met a few Strays,, including a man named Hwang Hyun Jin who, just like her, was cold, hot headed, and full of distrust. She thought they would never get along, but what happens when the two cold hearts start to melt?

STRAY KIDS ZOMBIE AU // WUWNWE MASTERLIST

Chapter 1 ~ “Please, if I was a walker, you’d be the last I’d eat.”

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“Hey buddy.”

A dog emerged from the back of an abandoned car. I held back a gag upon noticing the decaying bodies of a couple in the front seats of the car. I scrunched my nose, disgusted by the unbearable sight and stench. But, when you’ve been walking around in a world that has become a graveyard, it’s easy to get used to the smell of rotten flesh and decomposing body parts.

I bent down, putting my palm out as I called upon him. He was a white dog, with outgrown fur that had turned grey with dirt and dust. His timid eyes were the most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen since the apocalypse hit. He cowered backwards, cautious towards me.

He was so scared. I understood why. Everything in this world was scary. The dead roamed free, killing anyone in its path to satisfy their hunger. While the living could not be trusted, for everyone would do anything to live. That meant being selfish.

I stuck my hand out, a decent amount of my month’s canned food in my palm. “Here,” I said, offering it to the poor and famished dog.

I smiled, petting its fur as it ate the corn rapidly. “You must have been really hungry.. and lonely. Just like me, huh?”

He licked my palms clean, immediately turning to the rest of the food in the open can I had just placed beside me.

“Hey, no! That’s supposed to last me another week.” I reprimanded. He didn’t listen, continuing to devour every bit of food left in the can despite each scolding I gave. Since businesses and productions can’t possibly thrive in our current situation, food is rarer than emeralds. More valuable than diamonds.

I snatched my can away from the dog and its eyes changed to that of anger. It pounced on me, growling, causing me to hit the floor with a thud. It snapped at my face, similar to how a desperate walker would, and I pushed it by with both my arms. The dog was much stronger for its size that one hand was not enough to keep it away from me.

Just then, it sunk its teeth deep into my arm, latching onto me as tightly as it could. Using this to my advantage, I reached out for my knife with my free hand, pulling it out of my bag. With one quick motion and without hesitation, I plunged it into the dog’s head, immediately silencing his growls and loosening his grasp on my arm.

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I clutched onto my right arm, holding it close to my chest as I scoured through the remains in what used to be a supermarket. I was desperate to find something amongst the empty shelves. Anything. Clothes, Food, Water and most importantly, medication for the dog bite on my arm. Hours ago, I merely wanted to have the company of something alive, yet ironically, the living dog may just be the cause of my death.

It’s been nearly two years since the apocalypse happened,, when walkers began to threaten the existence of humans, devouring any of the living into a walking corpse. A simple bite by a walker could turn humans within days. For some, it took longer, which only prolonged the process : The fear of dying. The fear of turning into one of them. For many, this fear could be turned into courage— the courage to kill yourself before the bite killed you.

I watched my mom die first. Well, I didn’t watch her. My dad rushed out crying, telling me that it was time to go.

“What about Mom?” I asked, confused as to why we were leaving without her. But then my questions were answered with pain, as the sound of a gunshot echoed through the entire house.

Then, it was my dad who got bitten by a person we helped, not knowing that he was bitten. That day was the first time I ever shot a gun. The first time I ventured out into the walker zone on my own.

A month later I met a small group whom I stayed with. But like every individual in this fucked up world, they disappeared the same way everyone leaves.

It’s been a couple of months since I was left alone to fend for myself, often hiding from walkers instead of fighting them unless necessary. Unlike walkers, humans get weak when they are deprived of food, while walkers only get stronger. Faster.

I stuffed the cans of food and some ‘new’ clothing into my backpack, still desperate to find any form of medication that could treat the excruciating pain in my arm. I cursed, seeing nothing but birth control pills and other useless medications left on the shelf.

And then I heard it. The slight shuffling of shoes on the tiled floors. It was faint. But loud enough for me to know that something was right around the corner. A year of being traumatised heightened your senses, especially since you over analysed every noise, every movement. In this world, paranoia allowed you to survive.

There was only one opening in the aisle I was in. I grasped tightly onto my knife, getting ready to strike the walker in its head if it appeared in my aisle. I didn’t want to fight because I was injured, famished and weak. But then the footsteps came closer and adrenaline pumped in my veins. I held my breath as I anticipated its appearance.

Its head came into view, and I stood up, launching my knife towards it. I felt my knife place a small slit on its face as it dodged, catching me off guard. I continued to swing my knife towards it, forgetting about the stinging pain in my arm as the desire to live took over, yet, I continued to miss.

It grabbed my wrist strongly. So strong that I couldn’t break away from it. I struggled, trying to pry my hand away from him, and then I stopped. My eyes focused on the face in front of me, and I realised that it wasn’t a walker. It was a he. My eyes widened. We were only inches apart, allowing me to scan his features up close. He, just like me, was covered in blood, sweat and dirt. Aside from the cut I left on him, his face was pale and flawless. He had full, pink lips which were chapped, and a perfectly pointed nose. His tired eyes glared at me and our pants were the only sounds that could be heard in the empty supermarket.

He then knocked the knife out of my grip, causing it to fall on the floor with a clang, before letting go of my wrist and harshly pushing me as I stumbled back.

“Who else is with you?” He asked, breaking the silence. His cold voice matched his appearance.

“What makes you think there’s someone with me?” I replied, my voice coming out more snappy than I had expected. I haven’t spoken to a stranger in so long that my voice sounded so new yet so familiar.

Another two guys came running towards him, guns in their hands. One of them had their ankle wrapped in bandage, allowing me to come to the conclusion that they, unlike me, were more stacked with goods. I raised my hands up in defence, hoping that cooperating would raise the chances of me getting the ‘help’ I needed.

Despite the guns they were pointing at me, the two men who had just come in appeared less intimidating than the first one. Their panicked eyes immediately softened as soon as it landed on me.

“Are you good, Hyun Jin?” One of them asked, turning his gaze away from me to look at the taller man, Hyunjin.

Hyunjin nodded, sighing as he picked up my knife that laid next to his feet. “I almost got stabbed in the face but I’m good.”

“Who’s she?”

“I don’t know, Han. I’m not exactly in the mood to have a conversation with the person who just tried to place a knife in my skull.”

I tried my best to calm my loud breaths, hoping that it would hide the fear in me. Oddly, meeting humans was much scarier than encountering walkers. This is simply because walkers were predictable. They only had one aim -- to Eat. On the other hand, humans were unpredictable. They had a road which diverged into many and I did not know which road they would take in deciding what they would do to me. The three of them scanned me, before one of them nodded to the other, giving the signal to lower their guns.

Sighing in relief, I lowered my hands back down, letting them fall to my sides.

“You’re alone?”

“She’s not worth your breath, Chan.” Hyunjin said, crossing his arms as the two of us exchanged glares.

Chan ignored him, continuing to try me “Where’d you come from?”

I furrowed my brows, confused as to why he was asking questions that were useless. What was I supposed to reply to that?

“Lady, we can’t help you unless you help us.” The other guy, Han, commented.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, obviously not wanting to spend any time on me until his eyes landed on my bloody arm, with the visible teeth marks. His eyes widened, immediately pointing his own gun at me as he stepped back, startling his friends.

“Hyunjin, calm do—“

“She’s fucking bit!” Hyun Jin exclaimed,

“I’m not.” I stated, grabbing my arm in defence.

“Yeah, right! It’s clearly on your fucking arm!” Hyunjin yelled, pulling the hammer on his gun and allowing it click.

“Calm down, Hyunjin!”

“Hell no! She’s one of them.”

“It was a fucking DOG you ASSHOLE!” I yelled back, unafraid of the guy threatening my life over a ‘harmless’ bite.

“Leave her alone, Hyunjin.” Han defended, stepping between Hyun Jin and I. It shocked me how he was willing to defend a person he had just met, much less a person who appeared to be infected.

Hyunjin scoffed, flailing his arms around, “You can’t possibly believe that she’s survived alone and untouched by a walker all this while.”.

“Just because you don’t have the balls to stay alone doesn’t mean I can’t!” I snapped back, making Han turn to me with a hiss. “Seriously, you’re not helping me here either.”

“Okay, how about we all calm the fuck down and let the lady explain herself?” Chan suggested, making me roll my eyes in frustration.

“Yeah, why not you bite us while you’re at it?” Hyunjin remarked, clearly as frustrated as I was.

“Please,” I laughed, making sure I showed my distaste towards him, “If I was a walker, you’d be the last I eat.”.

I watch Han stifle a laugh as Hyunjin’s expression turned even more bitter. Han turned back to me before Hyunjin could mutter out another word, “Can you please just... explain.”

“Like I said, a dog bit me hours ago. I’ve been looking for medicine because this, believe it or not, hurts like a bitch.”

“A painful bitch for a bitch.” Hyunjin remarked, but my attention got diverted by Han, who cut me off before I could argue,

“We have medicine back at our base. Chan?”

“No fucking way. We’re not wasting shit on that walker bite.” Hyunjin argued.

“And if it’s not a walker bite we’d be leaving her here to die.”

The two kept arguing back and forth, allowing me to decipher which one, out of the two, was the nicer one. My eyes met with Chan’s and his gaze immediately softened when he saw me wince uncomfortably. Minutes ago, I was completely invested in trying to save my life. Now that the physical and verbal fighting was over, the adrenaline had run out and all my focus diverted back to the throbbing pain in my arm.

“Chan, what do you say?” Han asked, ignoring Hyun Jin’s previous argument.

Despite being a tad shorter than Hyun Jin, Chan had a much bigger build than the other two. Broad shoulders and refined arms. I didn’t have one doubt that he was the leader out of the two as he radiated dominance and confidence.

Chan sighed, taking a step towards me while I instinctively took a step back. He raised his hands, reassuring me that he wasn’t going to do anything bad, so I stopped in my tracks, letting him get closer. He grabbed my injured arm, making me flinch in pain from his touch, examining it. “I can’t tell if it’s a walker or a dog.”

The two waited for Chan’s call on what to do with me. “I say we stay here for the night. We’ll ask Jeongin and Minho to go back with the materials, while we lock her in a room. If she hasn’t changed by tomorrow morning then we bring her back to treat her.”

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I followed the guys across the city until they found a place suitable to camp in for the night. I remained quiet the rest of the walk, unable to find the energy to do so. The bite on my arm swelled even more, with yellow pus beginning to ooze out of it. The pain and its condition worsened with each passing time, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

From time to time, I would notice Han looking back to check on me, but I disregarded it. Any concern he was giving wasn’t of any use without medicine that could’ve helped me.

They brought me into a wooden storage attic right outside of a hardware store. It was a small shed terribly built with dark brown wooden planks. Inside, there was a table with hardware tools scattered, as if someone left their project in a rush.

“You can’t be serious.” I asked, watching as Han approached me with metal chains before proceeding to tie my wrists around a wooden pole that stood in the attic.

“Sorry. Their orders. We can’t have you escaping and then clawing at our faces.”

His eyes trailed down to my bleeding arm, giving me a sympathetic look which I absolutely hated. “You’ve really been out all by yourself?” Han asked.

I guess it was hard to believe for a weak 19 year old girl to be able to live without anybody, and that’s what’s really causing their doubts about the bite I had. It was more believable that the bite came from a walker which could be found anywhere, rather than a living dog which are close to extinction. I gave him a small nod, knowing that he, like his friends, doubted me too.

“That’s pretty darn impressive.”

Finally, someone said it.

“What’s your name?”

He gave me a comforting smile. A pursed one that emphasised his fluffy cheeks and the softness of his round eyes. A smile that I haven’t seen in a while. A comfort that I haven’t felt in a while. It felt so new yet so familiar.

“Era.”

Han began to rip off a piece of his own shirt, wrapping the small piece of fabric around the bite on my arm and sealing it with a tight knot. I gasped, clenching my fist to hold back a squeal,

“Nice to meet you, Era. I’m Han.”

I kept a straight face, unable to muster up the courage to give the slightest bit of emotion to a stranger. As I gave a simple nod towards him, his friends beckoned for him.

“I’m sorry about this. Just sleep tight, we’ll come get you in the morning.”

With that, Han and the rest of his friends locked the door behind them, leaving me with the slightest light from the torch they left behind.

I felt myself drift in and out of consciousness, exhaustion and pain taking over my body. My wrists being tied to a pole did nothing but emphasise the pain. Though, my arms being elevated did help with the bleeding, given that my blood barely seeped through the cloth Han tied around it. My body felt warm, but I was having cold sweat that made me shiver. The wooden attic didn’t provide much heat from the cold night, especially since it was badly built with wooden planks.

I started to think about my encounter with the boys. Meeting a walker would’ve been better than meeting Hyun Jin, knowing that I wouldn’t be in this mess. I suppressed my regrets with the knowledge that I would be granted with medication the following morning.. That is, of course, if I don’t die from blood loss and hypothermia before the sun comes back up.

As I was drifting into sleep and cold sweat, I heard the bloodcurdling groan just outside the attic. I cursed, unintentionally stopping my breath to lessen the amount of noise I was making. I was afraid it would hear me through the walls of the attic.

But there was one thing that attracted walkers more than noise.

Blood

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themusicplayedherlife · 7 years

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Take a Chance (Part 7)

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Your Mother, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sharon Carter (briefly) word count: 2,025 warnings: none? a/n: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse

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Have you ever pretended to faint? Just decided that fainting was the only possible solution to get out of an upsetting and awkward situation? No? Well, now you have.

It probably wasn't one of your best ideas. What if Steve hadn't caught you? You most definitely would be feeling that fall for days. And your baby? Oh god, you don't even want to think about what would've happened!

“Oh my! Is she okay?” you hear Sarah fretting, the genuine worry almost makes you want to stand up and yell, “surprise!” just so she wouldn’t worry anymore. “Should we call an ambulance?”

Steve is cradling you against his chest, the two of you on the floor. Not a very comfortable position but you have to suck it up, at least until they leave and you won't have to hear any more talk about marriage.

“I--I don't know!” Steve’s hand cups your cheek gently, patting it softly as if that would wake you up. Obviously it wouldn't.

“What have I done?” Steve’s dad cries, the sound of feet pacing the floor following his words. “Was I too harsh?” Your eye twitches.

Was he too harsh!? “Were--were you too harsh?” Steve mimics your thoughts and a sort of giddiness overcomes you. Baby daddy is so in sync with you! Look at him! So proud of him! “You're giving us an ultimatum, dad! Of course you were too harsh!”

Before a fight could escalate, Sarah interjects strongly, “Maybe we should take (Y/N) to her room, huh? Do you have any alcohol?”

Your mother sighs, “She’ll be fine.”

Oh. She knows you're faking. Or else mother hen would be all over you. Might have even fought Steve off just to be the one holding you.

“Are you sure!? What if she doesn't wake up and--”

“She’ll be fine,” she repeats firmly. “But taking her to her room is for the best.”

You feel Steve shift, an arm hooking under your knees and the other stabilizing your upper torso. You almost give away that you didn't faint by wrapping your arms around Steve in panic, having not expected him to be able to carry you so easily. Man has some strength!

“Oh, oh! Careful, Steve!”

You hear Wanda and Natasha snicker, most likely murmuring jokes about your current position. They knew you were faking too, or else they would have agreed with Sarah to call the ambulance.

Your friends and family know you too well.

You feel Steve shift again, and soon you're being lowered onto the familiar comfort of your bed.

“Are you sure we shouldn't be worried?”

“I promise you she's fine, Sarah. C’mon, let's give her some time to rest. Wanda, Natasha, why don't you girls stay and watch over (Y/N)?”

“I’ll stay too.”

“It's okay, Steve. She's in good hands, don't worry.”

It's quiet and you assume Steve is thinking about it. After a few more seconds, he sighs and relents. You hear them leave your bedroom and the door click shut.

“You can stop pretending now. They're gone.”

“God, you're so dramatic,” Natasha snorts.

You open your eyes and slowly sit up, smiling sheepishly when you're met with the amused smiles of your friends. Natasha has her arms crossed over her chest and a leg propped out, shaking her head slowly. Wanda takes a seat at the foot of your bed, her right hand propped on the bed as she leans forward.

“You really gave them a scare,” Wanda tries to reprimand you but it's half-assed and not at all concerned.

“I didn't know what else to do,” you groan, laying back down on your bed. “He's the Joseph Rogers!”

“And why is that important?” Wanda asks, curiosity laced in her words.

“Because,” Natasha starts, “he’s the founder and current CEO of Freedom Media, one of the biggest digital networks to exist.”

“I still don't understand. What does that have to do with you guys?” Wanda asks, eyes moving from Natasha to you, and back. You don't blame her, she’s never needed to know how your blog runs or the business behind it. She only knows the basic and what she sees you and Natasha do, but that is it.

“Freedom Media partners up with a lot of creators, like us, giving them the support they need to continue running their blog as long as they have a share in their creative endeavor. They usually don't have a huge say in the things we post or do, but they do play mediator between the creators and sponsors. Especially when it's mutually beneficial.

“And they don't just partner up with bloggers or YouTubers, or anything of the like, they also create themselves. They’re basically up to par with Disney and Dreamworks when it comes to animation. Been producing a lot of good shows and movies as of late, too.”

“So if you don't get married to Steve, you basically lose all of the support you've had from them and the connections you've made through them?” Wanda questions you after processing Natasha’s information, tilting her head to the side.

“Not exactly,” Natasha answers nonchalantly for you, making your eyes snap in her direction. “We’ve put in a lot of hard work in that blog and gained a lot of love and support in return that I know for a fact that we don't need them. I think the only thing we would have to worry about is terminating our contract with them.” While she's right, she's making it sound easier than it truly is. Getting out of a contact with Freedom Media is like accepting social suicide. Sponsors won't be as interested without the backing of such a huge network, no matter how big your brand is. You would most likely struggle to get sponsors to trust in the blog rather than those who once helped you run it, but it could happen… Eventually. You have enough resources and connections to help you out of the awaiting funk the blog will most likely fall in if you choose to go against Steve’s dad. Then there's also the legal battle that will ensue if you terminate your contract with them, a contract that still has three years left. “But I can't say the same for Steve.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you're back to sitting up, eyes never leaving Natasha.

“What do you mean?” Wanda voices your question, curiosity lacing her words.

She plops down on your bed, making you and Wanda lean closer to her. “Okay, so after we found out who Steve was, I did a little research on him. His company is majorly funded by Howard Stark and Joseph Rogers. Which I found strange.”

How is that strange? “Why? They're their dads, they're obviously going to care about their son’s business.”

“Not when they don't get along. Howard and Tony are rumored to be at each other's throat all the time and there's a lot of speculation that the only reason Howard even invested in Avengers Tech is because Joseph did. Which isn’t really speculation anymore since he basically confirmed it earlier.”

“So if they both pull out…”

“They lose a lot of funding and support. And while they might be making a name for themselves, it isn't enough. Not for a tech company with their ambitions.”

Oh god. And here you were, more worried about yourself and your job that you didn't even realize what Steve would be going through.

“Is it that bad of an idea to marry Steve?” Wanda winces when you glare at her. “I'm just saying. You did say he was a decent guy.”

“You know how I feel about marriage,” you cringe as you say the word. “Decent or not, I do not want to marry him.” And it might be harsh to say after learning what you did about his company, but you weren't about to go against your own feelings because of that. “We can co-parent without a piece of paper binding us together.”

Wanda and Natasha share a glance before returning their gazes back to you.

“So you're okay with your baby daddy being in deep shit?” Natasha gaze turns hard and critical, a perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in your direction as she waits for your answer. “Okay with the fact that he might not be able to financially support your child in the future?”

You duck your head, “No…”

"Then talk to him,” she says. “This isn't just about you anymore,” her eyes flick to your stomach. And you know she's right. It hasn't been just about you for a while now.

“Plus,” Wanda starts, “he is pretty hot. I wouldn't mind waking up next to that every morning.”

The next morning, after ignoring countless worried texts from Steve, Natasha picks you up after you call her. It isn't that you want to ignore Steve, in fact, you really want to talk to him. You need to hear his opinion on this messed up situation you're in, after all. It's just that you don't know how to respond to his worried texts. A simple: “it's okay” doesn't seem like it’ll be enough and a detailed response seems like too much. And you are obviously not going to tell him that you didn't actually faint. Best keep that to yourself. Forever.

But after speaking to your mother and sister last night (which was really just a lengthy scolding from your mother), they encouraged you to go over to his place and talk to him in person, promising you that they’ll support you in whatever you choose. Though, your mom did drop a lot of hints about having taken a liking to Steve, even if she thinks his dad is a douche.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Natasha asks you after you tell her to make a turn.

“Weren't you the one that told me I should talk to him?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn't think you'd talk to him this soon. I thought you'd maybe talk to him after a couple of days or something.”

“The clock is ticking,” you mumble, keeping an eye out for a parking space. Steve’s apartment building is just up ahead, looming over the wide open street. “There's a space right there.”

Natasha starts parking the car when you notice Steve stepping out of the building. You’re about to shout a greeting as he holds the door open, most likely for one of the tenants, but then a beautiful, tall blonde steps out of the building, stopping right in front of Steve. An image pops up in your mind: the picture on Steve’s phone from that night, the maybe Sharon. You immediately shut your mouth and slump into your seat, hoping to slide down and not be noticed by either of them.

Why is she here?

Noticing your sudden change of mood, Natasha turns to you after turning off her car. “What? What's--” she doesn't finish her question, her eyes moving to the entrance of the building and immediately spotting your baby daddy and his ex or lover or whatever she is. “Who is that?”

You both watch as they speak a little more, Steve smiling brightly and genuinely, and you realize that you have never seen him smile like that. Granted, you haven't known him for that long but still. He's the father of your baby! Shouldn't you know every side of him? Seen every side of him? “Sharon.”

“Oh, hell no,” you hear the click of her seatbelt as she speaks, her voice lowering dangerously. You turn to her, panicking slightly.

“Nat, what are you doing?” She doesn't answer you; instead, she just opens her door and starts striding towards the couple. “Tasha! Nat! Natasha!” you call her name repeatedly as you try to clumsily unhook yourself from your own seatbelt. When you're finally loose and stepping out of the car, Natasha is rounding the hood of her car. “Nat, wait! Wait! At least wait until she's gone!”

As soon as you say that, Sharon starts leaning into Steve, her head slowly tilting to the side as if she were about to kiss him. Was she? Is she?

“Oh, hell no.”

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Operation: It Takes a Helping Hand.

Canon operation. Guest DM: Mod Helium

Absent; Kate’s player

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Phos asks the group to help her save a couple acquaintances that have been captured by a slavering. Without the help of their diplomatic Krogan, they attempt to figure out where the pair has been taken.

summary

The group, missing Phos is pulled aside by Annos. Telling them that he’s been asked a favor from Phos to help her out as she is on her own mission, the team is briefed that on the previously successful mining-colony Nepts there is a mission for the others + Tris.

Phos talks to the others via a vidcall and tells them that the mission is a search-and-rescue, where the people they’re searching for are a pair of Phos’ old comrades; Phara and Abel. They’ll have to figure out where they were taken and stage a rescue. Annos also hands the group a datapad with additional information.

It’s a small industrialized planet, a rather small civil population exempt for the resistance force that has been settled there for about five years at this point. The two people you must locate is [Phara] and [Abel] Vas Kavo’al, they are both members of the resistance. They were last heard from 36 hours ago. Locate their residence and figure out what happened.

As the crew is dropped off at a landing-pad on Nepts, they are received by a nervous-looking Asari named Filanaris and a disgruntled Elcor named Kauf. They tell the others that they have yet to figure out what exactly happened, as everything has been hectic since the kidnapping.

Entering the town, Beetle manages to spot a salarian child standing by themself and holding a piece of paper. Confronting the child, they find out that the kid is Kilo and they are Phos’ pseudo adoptee that is usually taken care of by Phara and various members in town. The paper they held also told the group the password to a computer - supposedly in Phara and Abel’s home. As they find out this information, Tris takes a shine to Kilo and decides to bring them along as to make sure they are taken care of.

The group also talks to various other people in town. Helping out a pair of Asari, they learn that the town is built on top of Phara and Abel’s destroyed ship, thus making it their permanent residence. Furthermore she explains that various people are brought there to be kept safe until they can be transferred to another planet. Afterwards, they also catch the traitor - a salarian named Din that seemingly sold information about the whereabouts of the couple. Dragging Din to Kauf in a very embarrassing manner, he takes Din with him to be interrogated.

When entering the house where the couple was last seen, Kilo explains that they were hidden as the slavers attacked. Vekar also manages to fall into the hole of the shaft where Kilo had hid. The others investigate the room and Tris finds a datapad with a personal message from Phara.

I don’t think I managed to lose them this time, I’m sorry Phos.

If they are as stupid as 12 years ago they’ll be at [set of coordinates]

Also, if you are the odd group, I’d like you to try and tell her that we’ll be fine. She worries but Abel and I know that she wouldn’t abandon the information she finally managed to find on [The Habitat].

- Phara

Furthermore Vasir and Beetle investigate the computer and the papers on the desk. The documents reveal information about various slaveroutes and possible hits on them. On the computer they find information that Abel is an active fighter and mercenary and Phara is a partially known informant that occasionally works with the shadowbroker.

After this the group goes to talk to Kauf, whereas they learn that Din is in one of the Jail cells and that Kauf has yet to learn anything useful from the traitor.

Finally moving out to the base, they see that there is someone else charging towards their goal. Kilo confirms that it is Helios and that she is a matriarch that is friends with Phos. They also hit up on Phos and they learn that Kilo is perhaps the only other person she will possibly listen to, whereas Tris interjects that she hadn’t planned to leave them behind in the first place.

When reaching the base, they see that Helios has blasted her way into the base and is facing off three grunts. As they arrive, they attract the attention from Helios off the grunts as she sees that Kilo is with them. While yelling at the others, one of the grunts takes their chance and shoots her in the back, heavily damaging her. Hereafter the others take down one of the grunts while Vekar heals up Helios and she joins the battle once more with a powerful shockwave that helps taking down the remaining enemies.

When confronting the group, Helios accepts their explanation about Phos telling them to bring Kilo to keep her pacified. Moving up a floor, they see that there are only two corridors, one left and one right. They start inspecting the left one, hearing noise from one of the rooms. After kicking down the door to the domitories of the base, Tris and Vekar manages to get some heavy damage on the two grunts residing in there. The battle is short and they find little of value in the room. Expect for Beetle, that steals a large amount of pants, with one pair she ties around her neck like a cape.

Inspecting the next room, they find one of the two missing Quarians - Abel. He hits it off instantly, contributing bad pickup lines, as he’s taken a beating and jokes with everyone that he lays eyes on.

Finally moving onto the last corridor, the team attempts to avoid a heavy incinerate that is sent their way. Whereas the culprit of the attack is revealed to be Phara and the couple is finally reunited.

Going back to the town, Tris makes sure to announce that Kilo is now a part of the crew. Before takeoff Vasir goes off to talk to Filanaris and Beetle to talk to Kauf. Vasir learns of the workings of the town and Beetle learns of the background for Din’s betrayal. After this, the crew + Kilo leaves Nepts.

notable lines + interactions

Tris: So, this resistance is on this planet, or is it a more intricate system?

Phos: It’s everywhere.

Tris: I see-

Beetle, cutting in: oh, shit Phos, are you part of the illuminati?

Vasir: Beetle.

Beetle: Uh, I’m gonna be honest here. I’m really disappointed, because first I thought you were a fan. I have my pen out to autograph something – but now, you’re just people, so.

Vekar, OOC: Can we roll perception to check which one look like a “freedom fighter”?

Tris, OOC and laughing: Who looks most useful?

Beetle: Hey kiiiid?

Kilo: Ye-yeah? I’m sorry?

DM: Wait, that is not the voice of a child!

Beetle, OOC: [Laughs]

Beetle, OOC: Okay, actually, Beetle tells the group about this, like.

Beetle: This kid has something in their pocket, and I want it.

Vasir: Beetle, you don’t need to rob a child.

Tris: Do we have time for this?

Beetle: Yes! We always have time to rob a child.

Tris: That was a rhetorical question. The answer is no!

Beetle: Fuck you, I’m doing it.

In discord:

Vekar, OOC: second of all, the salarian child is not dabbing as you would

Vasir, OOC: vasir is so tired already

DM: Oh – okay, what is Beetle going to do and is anybody going to stop her?

Tris, OOC: No.

Vekar, OOC: No.

Vasir, OOC: No.

Tris, OOC: Wow, you’re not even sneaking it out of their hand. You’re straight up snatching it from them.

Vasir, OOC and sounding very exhausted: Why?

Vekar, OOC: Why not?

DM: So, you reach down and snag this paper out of this poor kid’s hands.

Tris, OOC: Tris starts laughing.

DM: and as you do this, the kid throws up their arms over their head and starts saying.

Kilo, sounding scared: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you wanted that. [continued apologies.]

Vekar: Doing great already, aren’t we boys?

Tris: What’s your name?

Kilo: It’s Kilo.

Beetle: Do you weigh a kilo?

Party: [Starts laughing]

Kilo, sounding sincere: I was told I wasn’t very big for a long time, so they gave me that name.

Tris, OOC and still laughing: Oh my god.

Beetle: Don’t worry about it Kilo, my name is uhh. Mary.

Kilo: Hello Mary!

Tris: Beetle, what does the paper say?

Kilo: Who’s Beetle?

Tris, OOC: [Dies]

Vasir: Ancestors preserve me.

DM: So, you try to read this note. it just looks like latin mixed with kanji, and it does not make any sense to you at all.

Beetle, OOC: Where the fuck are the picture books up in here?

Tris: So, wait Kilo. When did Abel give this to you?

Kilo: It wasn’t Abel, he was there. Phara gave it to me.

Tris: When did, she - or they, give it to you?

Kilo: He gave it to me before telling me to hide -

Tris: When did she give it to you. Or they give it to you?

Kilo: He gave it to me, right before someone came and took them away.

DM: [Posts the note in chat]

Tris, OOC: That’s not a language for a child to read!

Kilo, when asked about their parents: I - I’m sorry, I don’t know. I don’t remember them.

Tris, OOC: Can I roll to hug this child?

DM: Yes, roll to hug the child.

Vasir, OOC: What if she fails and ends up punching the child!?

in discord

Tris: hug: 15 + modifer???

Vekar: Strenght modifer

Vekar: assert dominance

DM: Ok, so. [In response to everyone rolling a perception roll] I’ll give this to Tris as well since it’s very noticeable.

Tris, OOC: Hell yeah!

DM: What you notice, is that Kilo has eye and arm augmentations. As if somebody had poured petroleum on this child and lit them on fire.

Tris, OOC: Holy shit, can I hug this child yet!?

in discord

Vekar: what the fuck

Vekar: Do not assert dominance

Vekar: unpower play

DM: And, Tris, you successfully hug the child.

Tris, OOC: Sweet! I am going to carry Kilo around with me, for the rest of this campaign.

Tris: You have to do all the fighting guys.

Vasir: Does this mean we can borrow your grenade launcher, and are you going to bring a child into combat?

Tris, thinking for a moment: No, and yes.

Kilo: Phos helped me meet this guy who made me able to see again! Well, see better at least.

Tris, OOC: Holy shit, Phos is a philanthropist.

DM, confused and non-amercian: A what!?

Vasir, OOC: So now that this shit is over. Vasir is going to go over and talk to the quarian.

DM: What does everyone else do?

Vekar, OOC: Well, maybe the rest of us should look for that computer.

DM, expectantly: Sooo, do you guys wanna split up?

Tris, OOC: You know, nobody in this last campaign has suggested this. So I’m glad we’re upholding the tradition.

Sienan: [In response to asking about if she knows anything] I don’t care about any of it.

Tris, OOC: I like her already.

Beetle, OOC: Big mood.

DM: Ok, so. You can’t see her face for the face-plate, but you get the feeling that she’s shooting a condescending glare at Kilo.

Sienan: Oh. You again.

Tris, OOC: Wow! I suddenly don’t like her anymore.

Beetle, OOC: So, Beetle pats her on the arm like -

DM: She slaps your hand away.

Sienan: Don’t touch me!

Beetle: Ok, rude!

in discord

Tris: tris: i am adopting this child

Tris: tris: i am a terrible parent i am still adopting this child

Vasir: beetle: lets take this grumpy pyromaniac onboard

Vasir: tris: lets take this salarian kid along

Vasir: beetle and phos: lets get stabby mcwarhammer

Vasir: vasir: theres not enough alcohol onboard

Tris: [wine emote]

Lavendar: Oh help would be nice, but I thought you guys were in a hurry?

Beetle, OOC: For side-quests? Anything.

Beetle, OOC: Can I roll a perception check?

DM: Yeah, what about?

Beetle, OOC: Just the people in general.

DM: Sure, check away.

Beetle, OOC: Don’t worry guys, Beetle will see every single item in the area.

DM, tiredly: You want to check them for loot, is that what you’re doing?

Vasir, OOC: Oh god.

Beetle, OOC: Yeet.

Vasir, OOC(?): Beetle.

DM: So, Tris, you pick up this asari like a sack of potatoes. And the only thing he can say as his face is pressed against the back of your suit is.

Yusuke: This sure is a nice pillow.

Tris: If you touch anything, I will shoot you in the ass.

Lavendar: I will add to that and shoot him in the dick.

DM: So, as you walk up to him -

Beetle, OOC: Beetle dabs.

DM: He just laughs and goes.

Din: W-What are you doing?

Beetle: Living my truest self.

Tris, OOC: Okay, screw this. Tris pulls her gun out and points it at him.

Din: Oh my god. O-oh my god.

Vasir, OOC: Is this while holding Kilo?

Tris, OOC: Yes, this is the stage. She is holding Kilo with one arm and pointing the gun with the other.

Beetle, OOC(?): There can only be one salarian on this planet and it’s me!

Vasir: Beetle, stop!

DM: So, this is what happens when you point the Cold Shoulder, a sniper rifle at point blank at this guy. He starts panicking.

Tris: Do you know what happened to Abel and Phara?

Din: Oh god, I’m sorry. The slavers, I couldn’t -

DM: And he just breaks down crying.

Din: I was the one who betrayed them! [starts sobbing]

Tris, OOC: Holy shit. Uhm, we don’t have Phos, so we don’t have space tape. How are we going to tie this guy up?

DM: And he’s just sobbing on the ground, as Kilo looks at him and quietly says.

Kilo: We could call Kauf.

Tris: Oh, that’s legit. Anybody got them on their comms? I don’t.

Vasir: Nope.

Beetle: Nooo, but I have this comm, sponsored by Space Tape™. So when I say Space Tape, I get a roll of Space tape.

Tris, OOC: Holy shit.

Vasir, OOC: [laughs]

DM: So, you could either call Phos or drag this poor dude to Kauf.

Tris, OOC: Let’s drag him.

Tris: Vasir, do you mind holding Kilo for a bit?

Vasir: Sure, but please don’t drag him.

in discord.

Vekar: what is this child basketball

Tris, OOC: Uh, I got a ten, so that might be necessary.

Vasir: Just, don’t give him a heart attack.

Tris: Anybody who betrays others deserves death, that’s just the way it goes.

Beetle, OOC: So, let’s just make sure to note that he is completely subdued.

DM: So, you’re dragging this poor dude along by the scruff of his neck. And he’s still crying. There’s like a trail following behind him and tears are just streaming down his cheeks as you reach Kauf.

Beetle, OOC: [Adds their support roll]

Everyone: [Laughs]

DM, still laughing: Actually, Beetle. You lift his feet off the ground, but his body is still dragging. And as you only manage to lift his feet you kinda wonder why this isn’t helping, because everything else is still only getting dragged.

Beetle, OOC: Din I’m sorry!

Beetle: So Kauf, are you going to do an mortar and pestle thing with this guy?

Kauf: [disgusted] I would never resolve to such basic tactics.

Tris, OOC: I like this guy.

Tris: Here, you can have him.

DM: So Kauf can’t pick up this salarian, because he fucking doesn’t have arms -

Tris, OOC: Can I swing him on his back - can I roll to swing him onto his back?

Beetle, OOC: Pwease! No steppy!

Vasir, OOC: You’ve made this grave [Tris’ player]!

Tris, OOC: Shut up.

Vasir, OOC: It’s [Beetle’s player]! Of course he would say that eventually!

DM: You launch Din into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.

in discord

Vasir: DIN IS BLASTING OFF AGAIN

Vasir: LIKE TEAM ROCKET

Beetle: tris FLINGS DIN INTO THE SUN

DM: No, actually. You just awkwardly lift Din up onto Kauf’s back, and Kauf is just fucking ignoring you until he’s there and then walks off.

DM: So, you talked to all the people in town, and I am very happy about this. Because I love Kilo. And now there’s only the house left. Unless you want to talk to Sienan or Kilo again of course.

Tris, OOC: Oh, I’m just dragging Kilo with us.

Vekar, OOC: We’re dragging Kilo with us anyway, so might as well go to the house.

DM: So you see a rather haggard-looking house, where the door is blasted off and there are like - scorch-marks going into the house.

Beetle: Fire.

Vasir: Kilo, do you wanna stay outside?

Kilo: No, no I’m good. I saw it before, It’s not that bad inside. It’s just the door that’s a little scary.

Tris: I got you.

Beetle, OOC(?): I’m into this spooky door. Does it creak?

Vasir, OOC: God damn it Beetle!

DM: The door is blown open. It cannot be opened. It is half laying on the floor - half leaning against the wall. There is no door to be opened.

Beetle, OOC(?): Aw.

DM: Ok, so. As Vekar walks forward as the first one into the house, he falls into a hole.

Party: [starts to ask questions about it, mostly just about how deep it is.]

Beetle: It’s alive!

DM: It’s only like a meter deep, like a vent that’s been uncovered. He’s only stuck in it till about hip-height. And actually, as this happens, Kilo like quietly mutters.

Kilo: Oh, yeah. Should’ve mentioned that.

Beetle: It ate him.

Vasir: You ok Vekar?

Tris, OOC: Tris steps around him.

DM: Ok, so Tris. What you see is that there is a desk and under this desk lies a datapad. Whereas, on top of the desk, there’s a computer and some stacks of paper. And as you notice this, you step around him as he’s stuck in this hole like -

DM: - Square peg in round hole.

Vekar: Don’t worry about this guys, I’ll get myself out.

Vasir, OOC: I’ll try and hack the computer.

Beetle, OOC: I go over and to hack -

Tris: You know we have the password?

Vasir: Oh yeah, that’s right, I forgot. Between dragging a hapless salarian around after threatening to murder him, by pointing a sniper-rifle at point blank at him.

Tris: It was effective!

Tris: Who’s the odd group?

Kilo: Oh, that’s the name Abel gave you guys. He hears about some of the stuff you guys go through and it sounds too unrealistic. So that’s what he calls you.

Vekar, from the hole in the ground: It’s all lies!

DM: So Vekar does like a sweet flip out of this hole. Even though it’s physically impossible.

Tris: Hm, let’s call Annos.

Beetle: Let’s hit up Annos!

Tris: You actually said his name, holy shit.

Beetle: Forget about that!

Vasir: It’s a historical day Tris, we’ll have to write it down in the history books.

in discord

Beetle: roll to intimidate party about saying annos' name: 18 +1 = 19

Kilo: Who’s this A-un, Anos, Annos guy?

Tris: He’s my boss.

Kilo: Oh... Is he odd too?

Tris: Yes.

Party: [Laughs]

Beetle: So Anno - Assman. What size are these deals? Are they baby-sized or big-sized?

Annos: They go from information of where to place poison to kill a whole base, to toppling governments.

Beetle: Oh, that’s baby-sized stuff.

Phos: Sienan is not supposed to go anywhere near Kilo! I’ll have to fix this - fuck!

DM: And you like, hear her breathing as she runs for a few seconds before she speaks up again.

Phos: So, yeah. Maybe make this quick, I’m in kind of a tight spot here.

Beetle: Uhm, Phos can you maybe put yourself on push to talk? Please?

Phos: Beetle, have you considered turning on - push to death?

Tris, OOC: Oh shit.

Vekar, OOC: Damn.

Vasir, OOC: [Laughs exasperatedly]

Vasir: Should we bring these papers with us?

Beetle: I’m bringing them in case I need more petitions.

Vasir: Beetle, will you hold off on the petitions until we’re off this mission - That’s all I ask.

Beetle, ignoring that: Petition to end slavery.

Vasir: Oh yeah, that’s a nice thought. Too bad it doesn’t end that way.

Kauf: [suprise], what have you now found?

Tris: There’s proof of slavers being on the planet.

Tris, OOC: And she like, gives him the datapad and papers - or holds them up so he can see them?

in discord

Beetle: [posts this in discord]

Beetle: Uhm, can we do unspeakable evils onto this dude?

DM and Vasir in unison: What?

Kauf: [confused] what?

Beetle: The old, I dunno, interrogation?

Kauf: [Heavily disapproving] You’ve got a child with you.

Beetle: Yeeeeess?

Vekar: Beetle doesn’t care about any of that.

Beetle: Kauf, Kauf, bro. I’m gonna put a raincheck on this.

Tris, OOC: [Laughs]

Beetle: I feel like we need, a real platonic connection.

Kauf: [sarcasm heavily implied] Sure, I would love that.

Tris: This is weird, let’s go.

Vasir: Are we bringing Kilo with us to this base?

Tris: Yes.

Vekar, OOC: We’ve already introduced them to the matrix.

DM: So, as you move towards this base, you notice that there is something else - a shining blue projectile moving in the same direction.

Tris: Kilo, is this Helios?

DM: Kilo like, squints and goes “Yeah, that’s Helios. She looks very angry.”

Beetle: Oh shit! she’s sonic!

Helios: Why the fuck did you bring a child here?!

Tris: You’re the reason actually. You’re the reason.

DM: And, you’re rolling for initiative.

Vasir, OOC: Alrighty.

Tris, OOC: I am holding a child, this’ll be interesting.

DM: You will have disadvantage on attack rolls, but will have advantage on dexterity rolls.

Tris, OOC: Oh, swag.

DM: Sorry guys, I’m kinda new to all this initiative stuff.

Vasir, OOC: It’s ok, you’ve got a lot of people to roll for. Including that poor matriarch.

Tris, OOC: I’m not sorry.

Vasir, OOC: You’re never sorry [Tris’ player] when you do this. Because you’re like a bitter dungeon master.

Beetle, OOC: Yah.

Tris, OOC: I think you’re projecting.

Vasir, OOC: I’m not even an dungeon master, so how can I even be projecting, huh?

Tris, OOC: Projecting your bitterness!

DM: Oh god.

Tris, OOC: I’m just kidding.

DM: Well, you don’t have your powerhouse, so I gotta know who I’m gonna shoot at first.

in discord

Vekar: we dont have our mobile cover

Vekar: vekar was ahead of the group

Vekar: get me shot

DM: Aaand one of the grunts is going to attack - Beetle!

Beetle: Oh yeah!

in discord

Vasir: now that we're in initative: REMEMBER! YOUR! SHIELDS!

Tris: WHAT ARE SHIELDS?????

Beetle: WHOM?

Vekar: SHIELDS? HOW DO THEY WORK?

Beetle, taking damage: I eat that for breakfast!

in discord

Vekar: 8 points of damage is cereal?

Beetle: delicious

Tris, OOC: Yeah, so, could I roll a perception check to possibly check for somewhere to - put Kilo?

DM: Yep, sure, go ahead.

Vasir: You’re the one who wanted to adopt this child and bring this child into a combat zone. And now you wanna get rid of him? Good job.

Tris: Hey Vasir, remember when Phos told us to bring Kilo to talk with Helios? Yeah. You can fuck right off dude.

in discord

Vekar: throw them down the cliff we just came up they'll make it

Vekar: wait tris is going to hide kilo in a hole in the wall

Vekar: neat

Beetle: put the child in the cubbyhole

DM: So, as you set Kilo down, they give you like a hug - like they’re a bit scared to let you go. But they do let you go.

Tris: It’s ok, I’ll be right here.

Kilo: I know, but Phara said the same thing earlier right before he disappeared.

Tris: I’ll be fine, I’ve got friends.

Beetle: Yeah, look at me, I got shot and I’m doing great!

Vasir, OOC: Wait, if he used tech armor and then moved to her, I don’t know if he can use medigel. over he’s using both tech armor, running and medigel? Can he do that?

Tris, OOC: It’s up to you DM. Up to you!

DM, thinking for a minute: I think - you know what, to make this in a realistic setting. He’s running over as he turns on his armor, and when he like reaches her, he has the medigel ready.

Tris, OOC: What a kind DM.

DM: Ok, so you fix her all up. And as she straightens she clasps your shoulder and asks “Who the fuck made the decision to bring Kilo here?”

Vekar, sounding slightly scared: It was not me.

Beetle: She got shot, and now she’s fine too.

Helios: Yeah, ok, thanks for that.

DM: And she throws out an arm and casts a shockwave.

DM: And it’s now the turn of the two grunts. Since they are both prone in the air, they will both take shots at you Vekar.

Vekar, OOC: Neat.

In discord

Vasir: quietly, soul detatching: "neat"

Beetle: mood

Vekar: YOu think this tech armor is for show vasir?

Beetle, OOC on the subject of taking care of Kilo and the consequences of what the team is doing atm: You think our Phos is capable of parenting? Hm?

Vasir, OOC: Hey I think Phos would just sigh, so much -

Tris, OOC: She would kick our asses. Probably.

DM: Yeap. So you take aim, and hit this batarian right between the eyes.

Beetle, OOC: Yeet! Beetle dabs.

Beetle: How does that make you feel Weakest Link Still Standing!

DM: So, Kilo can’t see the shot, but hears it. And they’re like trying to calm themselves down -

Tris, OOC: Can I take their hand?

DM: Yeah, and Kilo like squeezes back as you do so.

Tris, OOC: Aw.

DM: So now it is Vasir -

Beetle, OOC: Wait, I have something to say.

DM: What?

Beetle, OOC: I have a funny line.

Beetle: Hang in there buddy.

DM: Jesus christ. Vasir, save me from this nightmare.

DM: So now it is Tris’ turn. Do you want to move from where you are?

Tris, OOC: Nope!

DM: Okay, would you like to move your turn and jump in later?

Tris, OOC, and a bit hard to hear: Yep!

DM: ... was that a ‘nope’ or a ‘yep’?

Tris, OOC: Yep!

DM: And that is it. Now you only have to deal with a terrified Kilo and a pissed off Helios!

Vekar, OOC: I think Tris can take care of both of those things.

DM: [Laughs]

Tris: To answer your question - It was Phos’ idea.

DM: At that, Helios holds up a finger - like, give me a minute, and puts her head in her palm.

Helios: Of course it fucking was.

DM: And she raises her head and looks at you Tris.

Helios: Okay, I accept this reasoning, because this is Phos we’re talking about. I’ve dealt with her for about fifty years now.

Tris: Oh, good.

Helios, exhaustedly: Urgh... Okay, we’re good, we’re good.

DM: And she like, walks over to Tris to say hi to Kilo. And they like, wave and tries to give her a hug, but it’s a little awkward since -

Tris, OOC: [Laughs]

DM: - she has to move close and like have to stand in close quarters and Kilo gives her a hug and it’s a little -

Tris, OOC: This is very conflicting for Tris, because she doesn’t wanna be this close to anybody. But she’s also holding onto Kilo, and she doesn’t want to pass him over to her. So she just takes it.

DM: So, you guys walk down the hallway to the third door. And as you do that, you notice that it’s hackable - but it’s also a very shitty door. Now, you can either kick down the door or hack it.

Beetle, OOC(?): Hell yeah! Kick down this door!

DM: Roll me some strength there Beetle.

Beetle, OOC(?): I’m going!

Tris, OOC(?): ‘cuz this has worked so well for you historically.

Beetle, OOC(?): Fuck you.

Vasir: With extreme dispassion. Fuck you.

Beetle, OOC: A one would be Beetle making a crucifix of herself. Just Killing herself on it.

DM, laughing: Yeah, your body slams on the door and you die.

Tris: I would love to kick down this door, but I am holding a child.

Beetle: I will take the child. Kick. Down. The. Door.

Kilo: Are you okay Mary? Did it hurt?

Beetle: It hurt me. Now I want it to hurt.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle does like a sick guitar move to like, to play Vekar in. Like - Ny, ny, nyeaaa, nyeaaa!

Everyone: [Laughs]

Beetle, OOC: Beetle dabs.

Vasir, OOC: You dab, while holding Kilo?

Beetle, OOC: Beetle actually just sets them down and goes like “Check this out!” and dabs.

Tris, OOC: I’m gonna use marksman.

DM: Okay. How does it work?

Tris, OOC: Honestly I don’t know. I know how it works in-game.

Beetle, whilst the DM is distracted with initiative rolls: Kilo you rocking?

Beetle, after a small pause: Kilo, you rocking?

Beetle, after yet another small pause: Kilo, you rocking?

Vasir, OOC: You’re asking this to a child?

Beetle: Kilo, you rocking and rolling?

Kilo: I-I-I’m sorry? Popsicle's? I-I don’t really understand.

Tris, OOC: What are you asking a child?!

Beetle: I’m just asking you, how you’re doing, yanno?

Kilo: O-oh. I’m not as bad as before, the fire’s gone. It helps when the fire is gone.

Beetle: Sweet! You’re Vasir’s now!

Tris, OOC: [Laughs]

Vasir: Only if you’re okay with it you know.

Kilo: Yeah, that’s fine.

DM: And it’s your turn first Tris!

Tris, OOC: Hm. I guess I can’t use my grenades, so I guess I’ll just shoot at him again.

in discord

Vekar: nuke this bitch

Tris: nuke everyone else too

Vekar, OOC: Is anybody alive?

DM: Yeah, there’s one guy alive still. Ready to pew pew you guys.

DM, after [Vasir’s player] took a pause: So, you guys took down the grunts. Anything you wanna do now?

DM: ...

DM: Guys?

DM: H-hewwo?

Beetle, OOC: WHat?

Tris, OOC: Fuck you. Whose turn is it?

DM, tiredly: You already took both of them down!

DM: [finished lengthy explanation about the surroundings] - And there’s like clothes lying around that you can’t really use for anything -

Beetle, OOC: I take the clothes.

Vasir and DM: [Laughs]

DM: ... You take their pants.

Beetle, OOC: Yeah I take their pants.

Vasir, OOC: It’s like Sera - from Dragon Age, with the guards.

Tris, OOC, giggling: Yeah.

in discord

DM: Beetle gained: [an questionable amount of pants]

Beetle, OOC(?): Now they don’t have pants.

Vasir: Why Beetle. Why do you need pants made for Batarians?

Tris, OOC: Well even better, she has the locations and pants. Like, we got everything. Best of both worlds.

DM: [Unintelligible blabber] Great.

DM: Are you ready?

Beetle, OOC: Wait, I’d like to add that Beetle ties a pair of pants around her neck like a cape.

Everyone: [fucking dies]

DM, sounding like they’re dying: Great. Yeah. Pantcape. Cape made of pants. Whatever you wanna call it.

DM: Actually Tris, it was a good thing that you stayed outside. Because in the next room you see a quarian tied down and looking pretty roughed up. You can actually hear a slight wheezing noise as he breathes.

In discord

Vekar: vekar checks to see if they're alive

Tris: QUARIAN ASTHMA- fisk

Beetle: GET HIM A QUARIAN INHALER

Tris: QUARIAN ALLERGIES??

Tris: GET HIM A QUARIAN EPIPEN

Beetle: I’m not touching this quarian. If I touch him and he dies, like. That would really suck.

Vasir, OOC, after Vekar wants to heal the quarian: I can imagine that you’d attempt to set the broken arm?

Vekar, OOC: Oh yeah. But I don’t think I have the supplies for that.

Tris, OOC: Is there a firstaid kit somewhere?

DM, thinking: Well I guess you could go into the dorms - no wait. You go into the first room and see that it’s a kitchen and you find like - a spork.

in discord

Beetle: everyone after being healed by vekar:

Beetle: Posts [This]

Vasir, OOC: [dying sounds]

Everyone: [Laughs]

DM: Actually - you enter the kitchen and you find one of those bigass spoons to use as support.

Vasir, OOC: Thank you. That is much better than a spork.

DM: So, as you set his arm. He fucking screams because holy fuck that’s painful.

Tris, OOC: “It’s fine!” Tris says to Kilo.

DM: Kilo is like shaking and says.

Kilo, anxiously: That’s Abel. That’s Abel. Is he okay? is he okay? is he okay?

Tris: They’re just setting his arm.

Kilo: Is that a bad thing?

Tris: No it’s a good thing.

Kilo: Oh.

DM: Vekar, as you manage to set his arm - he looks up at you and says.

Abel: Holy fuck.

Abel: Hey did it hurt?

Vekar, OOC: Oh my god.

Vekar, strained: What?

Vekar and Vasir, OOC: [Fucking dies]

Abel: When you fell from heaven?

Tris, OOC, wheezing: Fucking hell. [Starts laughing]

Vasir: Are you Abel?

Tris, OOC: Way to cockblock Vasir.

DM: And as you say that Vasir, Abel looks over at you.

Abel: Well. Getting kidnapped these days doesn’t seem to be so bad, especially when it comes to the rescue crew.

Tris: Shut the fuck up.

Vekar: Keep this up - and we’re gonna break your arm again.

Vasir: Vekar -

Kilo: Oh yeah, that’s Abel. He’s like this but don’t worry, he’s not serious about it.

Tris: Wait so. This guy is so pathetic that he hits on every single person he sees. Is that what you mean?

Kilo: Yeah. Phara says that it’s his way of pathetically communicating with others.

Vasir, OOC: [Sounds like they’re dying]

Tris, OOC(?): God that’s amazing! Uh, wow.

Beetle: I like this! I love this!

Vasir: We were sent to rescue you and Phara. Do you have any idea where he might be?

Abel: Oh - Uhm.

DM: And he turns serious for a second.

Tris, interjecting, OOC: Just for one second.

Beetle, OOC: I want to roll a deception on him.

DM: You want what?

Beetle, OOC: I wanna say like.

Beetle: We have a 100% success rate!

Beetle, OOC: And I feel like I should roll deception on that.

in discord

Vekar: shouldn't we also question him about how these slavers got here

Vekar: which was a thing i think?

Vekar: we do have 100% success rate

Beetle: we killed the SCIENTISTS

Vekar: it just costs us one beetle every mission

Vasir: O HSITH

Vasir, sounding like they’re giving up on everything, OOC: [Various dying noises] This is the worst, first with Abel and now all this.

Tris, OOC: Did you search up pickup lines for this?

DM, also sounding like they’re dying: I may have a tab open - 100 best pickup lines.

Vasir, OOC: Is Abel gonna flirt with everyone now?

Beetle: [Rolls higher than Abel on the deception]

Everyone: [Dies once again of laughter]

Beetle: Yes, we got a 100% success rate. No casualties, don’t worry though we gotchu’.

Abel: Oh that sounds hella cool! You guys are the odd group right? Then I suppose I must’ve been wrong then.

DM: And then, he looks at Beetle and says - oh fuck where is it?

Abel: Girl. Are those space pants? ‘Cuz your butt is outta this world!

Beetle: Wooo! I love you!

Abel: I love me too.

Beetle: Finally, somebody of my own heart.

Tris: shouldn’t we get this show on the road? We still need to find Phara, right?

Abel: Yeah! sounds good, though -

DM: And he like tugs on his restraints.

Abel: Maybe the first step would be to get me out of these. Unless you’re into that.

Tris: Hey, shut the fuck up.

Vasir: I thought you were married?

DM: As this goes on, Kilo like mutters under their breath. So Tris and maybe you Vasir hears this.

Kilo: Yeaah. This sure is Abel. Sure is.

Vasir, OOC: Oh no. This poor child has had to suffer through such bullshit.

Tris: I’ve adopted you.

DM: Are - Are you seriously gonna adopt the child?

Tris, OOC: Yes! I am seriously going to adopt this child!

DM: ... Am I going to have to role-play Kilo on the apricity? Is this what is happening?

Tris, OOC: Yes!

Beetle, interjecting the discussion: Kilo, we have a pet on the apricity!

Tris, OOC: No - It’s, god. [starts laughing]

Vasir: Beetle, when did you even get the roomba? You haven’t gotten it yet.

Beetle: Uh, I have my ways.

DM, stopping the roomba vs. cat discussion: Okay. Chop, chop, chop, chop! Time restraints!

Tris, OOC: I’m gonna call Phos, is that okay?

DM: Yep.

Tris: Hey Phos, we got Abel and will now go get Phara. Okay bye.

Vekar, exhausted: Yeah, we got Abel as he flirts with anyone.

Tris, OOC: Oh god. Vekar does not approve of this at all.

Beetle: I fucking love Abel!

Phos: You either hate him or you love him. And I love him like a brother so -

Tris: Can I punch him?

Phos: No. Please don’t punch him. As he is probably in bad shape at the moment.

Tris: Fuck.

DM: And you hear gunfire from her side of the channel and she yells something over her shoulder that you don’t really pick up on. But when she turns back to you she says.

Phos: Don’t really worry about his pickup lines. Be more worried if he actually sounds sincere. Okay?

Beetle: Sounds pretty gay, Phos.

Phos: Phos out.

Beetle: A 100% success rate team! Let’s goooo!

DM: So Tris, what happens is that both you and Kilo notice that something is flying your way. And because you are a kickass motherfucker, you roll outta the way with ease. When it comes near, you see that it was an incinerate sent on your direction.

Tris, OOC: With a kid!

DM: With a kid indeed.

Beetle, OOC: Oh shit, it’s Vasir’s dark twin.

Beetle, OOC: Wait, did we regen our shields?

DM, thinking about it: Well, I guess Abel flirted the fuck outta you and gave you time to regen some shields.

DM: So, the shadow that both Tris, Kilo and Abel saw steps closer. And when you can like see who it is, you - or atleast Abel recognizes them as Phara. As he does, he yells.

Abel: Phara, holy fuck!

DM: And Abel like sprints forward and despite his arm, tackles Phara to the ground in a hug.

Tris, OOC: Oh dear.

Vasir, OOC: Well then.

Abel: The fucking Odd Group came! Phos fucking found us! She’s like the least competent with technology and she managed to track us down!

Beetle: 100% success rate.

DM: When Phara and Abel manage to rise off the ground. Like the two nerds in love they are -

Tris, OOC: [Snickers]

DM: Phara turns to you guys.

Phara: Thanks. Phos never mentioned your names, but I can guess by who you are that you’re her team. But Abel usually calls you the Odd Group.

Tris: I’m not.

Beetle: She’s not usually a part of our clique.

Vasir: Tris is on the same ship as we are.

in discord

Vekar: Yes that is us

Vekar: we are the odd man group

Vekar: we perform all over the galaxy

Phara: Oh, I guess that what Phos tells me of her superior not approving of her is false then.

Tris: No, not really.

Vasir: She keeps mispronouncing his name. But I don’t think he’s mad at her.

Beetle: Annos is - Fuck

Everyone: [Laughs]

Beetle: Fuck you! Fuck everybody in this room!

Beetle, OOC: And she just throws up her hands.

Beetle: Let’s get some groupcall action in here!

Beetle, OOC: And Beetle calls Phos.

DM: Hm?

Tris, OOC, sounding unsure of this: Group call?

Beetle: Yeah, conference call, let’s get Phos in on this action.

DM: Oh jesus christ I’m gonna be four different people in one conversation.

Beetle, OOC: I live to make you suffer.

Vasir: Hey Phos, we got Phara and Abel and they’re both alive.

Tris, OOC(?): And well?

DM: And as you say that, you notice that there is less gunfire in the background and instead you can her Phos say “Hell yeah! Oh hey guys.” just as an explosion goes off in the background.

Tris: Did you just blow up something?

Beetle: Is that explosions I hear?

Phos: mmmmmmmmaybe.

DM: What the fuck, where is the pickup line?!

Helios: Phos, Phos. What the fuck is this team? I’ve seen the most insane and remarkable work done today and I have no fucking clue what is even going on with these people!

Phos: Welcome to the family Helios.

Tris: Yeah, we can’t tell you anything because then we would have to kill you.

Helios: I’ve done undercover work, I understand the need for secrecy. But holy shit Phos, what the hell did you send to help us?

Beetle: Yeah, we’re super professional.

Beetle: The only thing that isn’t classified is.

Beetle: My number.

Beetle: Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Tris, OOC(?): God dammit.

Beetle: I’m kidding, I’m not giving you my fucking number.

DM: What was that? I was looking up pickup lines.

Vasir, OOC: Never mind.

Tris, mockingly, OOC: What was that, I was looking up pickup lines.

Vasir, OOC: Just get on with this torment so I can leave this planet.

Phos: Beetle, you can’t see me. But I am dabbing right now.

Vasir: Oh god.

Beetle: Yeet.

Tris, OOC: Tris starts walking towards the exit.

Kilo: Wait, I wanna talk to Phos too!

Tris: I’ve got her frequency on my comm.

Kilo: Aww.

Phara: Look I want you to keep yourself in line. You might think you know these people, but I don’t want you to make them more uncomfortable than you already have.

Tris, in the distance: I’ll fucking shoot you.

Vasir: Not while holding Kilo!

Beetle: No, continue, this is fucking fun.

Kilo, to Tris’ statement: That might be fair.

Vasir, under their breath: Oh my god.

Tris: I... this kid is amazing. Holy shit.

DM: So you pick up this pistol and see that it is super shitty. Maybe even so shitty that you cannot even con this away.

Beetle: Thanks Vasir, you gave me the shittiest pistol in existence.

Vasir: I asked if you wanted it and even gave you one of the credit chits. So don’t act like I forced it on you.

Beetle: You know what, that’s fine.

in discord

Tris: beetle's plan: sell this pistol to elaye

Tris: the ultimate swindle

Vasir: If it comes to worse, you can always throw it at someone.

Beetle: No that’s alright. I think I have a plan for this already.

Beetle, OOC: And she looks at it with one of her sticky grenades and pockets them both.

DM: O-oh dear.

Vasir, OOC: Vasir just kinda sighs and I guess they leave the room.

in discord

Vasir: GOD

Tris: OR THAT

Vekar: beetle's true plan

Vekar: put the pistol on stabby

Beetle: Canon route

Beetle, in response to seeing an open space of nothingness dropping down: Is this where dashcon was?

Everyone: [Dies]

Tris, OOC: Tris calls Telissa for pickup because she won’t walk all the way back to town.

Beetle, OOC(?): Did you see my strength modifier, it’s negative two, so I sure as hell am not walking back again.

DM: You’re just gonna take this child without asking permission?!

Tris, OOC: Yep!

Vasir: Does Kilo even want to come with us Tris?

Tris, suprised: Oh, that’s true!

DM: God.

in discord

Vasir: vasir: have you thought about this at all

Vasir: tris: oh! no i havent! at all

Tris: tris: B)

Beetle: Yo Kilo, you wanna hang out with the cool kids?

Kilo: That- That sounds fun. But I’m gonna need a few things, is that okay Tris?

Tris: Yeah let’s go!

DM: And as you speak with Phara, Abel moves up behind him and puts his hand on his butt and while he’s looking at you and goes like.

Abel: My mom thinks I’m gay, care to help me prove her wrong?

Vasir, completely deadpan: What.

Tris, OOC: [Laughs]

Vekar: That’s it. I’m breaking your arm.

Tris, OOC: [Fucking dies]

Vasir, OOC: Vasir doesn’t even aknowledge this and just turns and walks away.

Tris, OOC: Are they oddly flattered though?

Vasir, OOC: No. They can’t even begin to render what gender Abel was assuming they were. And the way Abel said it. And they’re tired of Abel just spouting pickup lines.

Beetle: You threw an incinerate at me, but really the thing you threw an incinerate at was my heart.

Beetle: Now it’s on fire.

Vasir: I hate you Beetle!

Tris, OOC: When Tris asks to adopt Kilo, all she says is:

Tris: I’m taking this kid now. Bye.

Phara: Maybe you should asks Phos about this, because she was the one who found and brought them here in the first place.

Tris: Hmm. No.

Vasir: Let’s not, anger the Krogan on the ship.

Tris: I can take on a fucking Krogan.

Vasir: Tris, it’s not a matter of this is a matter of taking a Krogan. It’s a matter of Phos taking care of Kilo and the situations we get into.

Beetle, interjecting while Vasir is talking: We could all have the discussion at a teaparty. I still have the mug.

DM: As Vasir is trying to rationalize with Tris. Kilo goes.

Kilo: I’d like to see a spaceship.

Tris: See! Done.

DM: Do you want to see Kauf and Filanaris?

Beetle: Yeah, I have to talk to Kauf about torture.

DM: Beetle, as you enter the jail again, you notice that Helios has followed you. And the moment you see Kauf and just manage to greet him, she is flying between you and gives Kauf a hug.

Kauf: [Joyful] I am glad to see you well.

Beetle: Yeah! I’m doing great!

Kauf: [Displeased] I was not referring to you.

Kauf: [With growing annoyance] What do you want?

Beetle: Remember I did a raincheck earlier.

Kauf: [Resigned] Yes, the traitor.

DM: And as he moves to walk over to the cell, Helios floats up to lay across his back. Letting her aura flicker and stuff to clam herself down.

DM: When you reach the cell, you also see a rather bad-off looking Din in there. You can barely recognize the figure in there.

Beetle, looking at Helios: That’s a sick position you got there.

DM: And Helios gives you the middle finger. That’s what happens.

Helios: My elcor. My space.

Beetle: I wasn’t trying to mean anything. I was just saying it looked cool. Looks legit. Giving a compliment.

Helios: Thanks.

Beetle: Anyways, how’s our prisoner, Din doing?

Kauf: [With satisfaction] I managed to get the information about the situation out of him. He was not threatened, but only bribed to give away the place of Phara and Abel.

DM: You’ve adopted the character I love most. I am very happy about that.

technical notes

Tris rolls to see if there’s anything suspicious about Filanaris.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Tris → 13

Tris notices that Filanaris looks trustful, if slightly on the verge of a anxiety-attack.

Everyone checks to see who’s most suspicious in the square.

Peception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Tris → 9 + 0 → 9

Vekar → 10 - 4 → 6

Vasir → 6 + 0 → 6

Beetle → 15 + 1 → 16

Beetle notices that the salarian child is holding a piece of paper and the salarian male looks shifty-eyed. Nobody else notices much of anything.

Beetle goes to steal the paper from the salarian kid.

Dexterity contest. 1d20 + dexterity modifier.

Beetle → 19 + 1 + 1 → 22

Salarian kid → 18 + 2 → 20

Beetle snatches the paper out of the kid’s hands.

Beetle and Vekar try to read the paper.

Literacy roll. 1d20.

Beetle → 4

Vekar → 20

Beetle wonders about the possibility of going to school, meanwhile Vekar easily reads the note left for Kilo.

The Party looks a bit more closely at this kid.

Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vasir → 10 + 0 → 10

Vekar → 6 - 4 → 2

Tris → 8 + 0 → 8

Beetle → 12 + 1 → 13

Vasir, Beetle and Tris notice the harsh scarring on one side of Kilo’s body. Vekar, despite being a medically trained field doctor, does not notice.

Tris hugs the child.

Comfort roll. 1d20.

Tris → 15

Tris gives Kilo a hug, and they return it happily.

Beetle checks out the two asari.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 6 + 1 → 7

They don’t appear to be holding much of value.

Beetle and Tris try to pick up Yusuke.

Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier.

Beetle → 2 - 2 → 0

Tris → 15 + 3 → 18

Beetle doesn’t even try and Tris picks up this asari like a sac of potatoes over her shoulder.

The party takes a closer look at the shifty-eyed salarian.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 9 + 1 → 10

Vasir → 3 + 0 → 3

Vekar → 4 - 4 → 0

Tris → 10 + 0 → 10

They don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Vekar wonders where this genetically altered krogan came from.

Tris and Beetle tries to intimidate Din.

Intimidation roll. 1d20.

Tris → 3

Beetle → Nat20

Tris doesn’t look very intimidating while carrying Kilo but as Beetle draws the Cold Shoulder and points it at him, Din gives in.

Tris and Beetle helps each other dragging Din back to Kauf.

Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier.

Tris → 6 + 3 → 9

Beetle → 8 - 2 → 6

Tris and Beetle manage to drag Din, by Tris holding onto his collar and only half-managing to lift him and Beetle only managing to lift his feet.

Tris tries to sling Din up onto Kauf’s back.

Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier.

Tris → 11 + 3 → 14

Tris manages to awkwardly place the sobbing salarian onto Kauf’s back.

Everyone checks out the house.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 3 + 1 → 4

Tris → 22

Vekar → 7 - 4 → 3

Vasir → 5

Vekar falls into a hole in the floor. Vasir and Beetle doesn’t notice much of anything. Tris notices a datapad that’s fallen under the table as well as the rest of their surroundings.

Vekar rolls to escape the vent that he fell into.

Dexterity roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier.

Vekar → 19 + 2 → 21

Vekar does a sick flip out of the hole.

See Notes on first encounter.

Everybody checks out the left corridor.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 11 + 1 → 12

Tris → 17

Irv → 10 - 4 → 6

Vasir → 16

Helios → 4

Kilo → 9 + 4 → 13

Vasir and Tris both notice that there’s noise coming from the third door of the hallway. None of the others notice much of anything.

Beetle tries to kick down the third door down the left corridor. And then also coerces some of the others to make the same attempt

Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier.

Beetle → 12 - 2 → 10

Vekar → 12 + 1 → 13

Tris → 16

Beetle stubs her toe doing this. Both Vekar and Tris manage to do a kickass kickflip that knocks the door in and gives the pair a surprise round on the goons.

See notes on the second encounter.

Vekar, Vasir and Beetle checks out the dormitory.

Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vekar → 12 - 4 → 8

Beetle → 14 + 1 → 15

Vasir → 17

Beetle and Vasir notice that there couldn’t have been that many people living on the base at a one time if this is their dormitories, maybe a max of 8.

There’s also some clothes lying around that Beetle decides to take for herself.

Beetle and Vekar checks out the quarian tied down.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 16 + 1 → 17

Vekar → 18 - 4 → 14

Vekar notices that the quarian has a broken arm and a few fractured ribs. Beetle notices that the quarian has been roughened up within the last 12 hours.

Vekar is going to heal the quarian.

Medical roll. 1d20 + medicine modifier → 10 x 2 → 20

Vekar heals the quarian for 20 points of damage.

Beetle attempts to deceive Abel into believing the group is more competent than they really are.

Deception roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 10 + 1 → 11

Abel resists.

1d20 + knowledge modifier → 3 + 1 → 4

Beetle manages to make Abel believe that the crew has a high successrate when it comes to rescue missions.

Everybody checks down the right corridor.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Tris → 19

Beetle → nat1 + 1 → 1

Vasir → 8

Vekar → 15 - 4 → 11

Helios → 11 + 2 → 13

Kilo → 19 + 2 → 21

“I don’t see shit in this hallway.” Beetle’s player says.

“Are you okay Beetle?” Vasir’s player asks.

“I’m fucking blind, that’s what ya’ll.” Beetle’s player asks.

“Let’s talk to Suella about this when we get back.” Vasir’s player comforts.

Tris and Kilo manage to see the incinerate sent their way and dodges it with ease.

Beetle, Vasir, Vekar and Helios all have to roll dexterity saving rolls.

Dexterity roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier.

Beetle → 8 + 1 → 9

Vekar → 16 + 2 → 18

Vasir → 12 + 1 → 13

Helios → 16 + 2 → 18

Vasir and Beetle takes fire damage from the incinerate.

Damage roll. 1d8 + fire damage → 6 + 3 → 9.

Vasir rolls to hack the first door down the corridor.

Technical roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 13 + 4 → 17

They manage to hack the door. Revealing a small office with a burnt corpse in it.

First encounter

Initiative roll. 1d20. Noted in order.

Grunt 3 → 17

Beetle → 17

Vasir → 15

Tris → 13

Vekar → 11

Helios → 7

Grunt 2 → 4

Grunt 1 → 3

Grunt 3 takes a shot at Beetle.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 13 + 2 → 15

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 + 4 → 4 + 4 → 8

The grunt manages to get a decent shot at Beetle, making her barriers flicker.

Beetle takes a shot at Grunt 3.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 3 + 2 → 5

This is not sufficient to hit.

Vasir uses incinerate on Grunt 3.

Attack roll. 1d10 → 8.

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 4d4 + modifiers → 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 → 10 + 3 → 13

The grunts shields are gone and she looks a little uneasy.

Tris checks to find a spot to safely shelter Kilo.

Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier → 19

Tris manages to spot a safe hole in the wall, caused by Helios assault on the building.

Vekar activates his tech armor.

Tech armor roll. 1d20 → 14

Vekar gets an additional 14 hitpoints to his shields.

Vekar heals the heavily injured Helios.

Medi gel roll. 1d20 → 13 x 2 → 26

Helios recovers a decent amount of her health and is able to fight again.

Helios throws a shock wave at the two grunts nearby.

Skill roll. 1d10 → 8

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 4d4 + 8 → 4 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 8 → 19

Grunt 2 takes a shot at Vekar.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 18

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 + 4 → 6 + 4 → 10

Vekars shields flicker, but his tech armor still holds.

Grunt 1 takes a shot at Vekar.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 10

This is not sufficient to hit.

Grunt 3 shoots at Vasir.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 6

This is not sufficient to hit.

Grunt 3 takes fire damage from the incinerate.

Save roll to put out fire. 1d10 → 7

The grunt didn’t manage to put out the fire.

Damage taken. 1d10 + 3 → 7 + 3 → 10

Grunt 3 is now dead.

Beetle shoots at the Grunt hanging in the air to the left in the shockwave, both are prone.

Attack roll. 2d20, take highest number. → 2 & 18 → 18 + 4 → 22

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll → 3d6 + 4 → 12.

Beetle kills the grunt, hitting between each set of eyes as she says: “Hey, hang in there.”

Vasir moves into the room and takes aim at the Grunt still remaining.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 14

(DM note: I should have made them roll with advantage, I forgot.)

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll → 2d4 → 2 + 1 → 3

Vasir hits the remaining grunt, he looks pretty bad off, but is still standing.

Vekar attacks the remaining Grunt.

Attack roll. 2d20, take highest number. → 8 & 16 → 16

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll → 4d4 → 4 + 1 + 1 + 1 → 10

Vekar shoots the last grunt in the guts and he collapses.

And that is the end of the encounter!

Second encounter

Tris uses her surprise round to attack the one grunt.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 17 + 2 → 19.

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. With marksman activated, the damage is doubled → 8 x 2 → 16.

The Grunt on the left is bloodied.

Vekar tries to freeze the other grunt with his surprise round.

Skill check. 1d10 → 7.

This is sufficient to hit, the grunt on the right is frozen.

Initiative roll. 1d20. Noted in order.

Tris → 12

Vekar → 11

Grunt 2 → 9

Helios → 7

Bettle → 4

Vasir → 1

Tris attacks the grunt again.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 14.

This is not sufficient to hit. The shot bounces off the grunts shields and does no damage.

Tris uses shield boost.

Shield boost roll. 1d20 → 10.

Tris gains an additional 10 armor to her shields.

Vekar attacks the grunt remaining.

Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 13 + 2 → 15.

This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 4d4 → 1 + 4 + 3 + 4 → 12

The Grunt is dead.

And that is the end of the encounter!

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First Love pt. 4

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Word count: 3643 Warnings: smut, I hate myself oh god A/n: okay I was going to post this awhile ago but I had like 6 versions of this and finally came up with this and my computer would crash a lot. I hope you like this part and I’ll hopefully have part 5 before the concert next week! Also I’m working on a new fic and will probably upload a preview soon~

“Are you scared that you’ve possibly fallen in love with me y/n?”

Oh how you wished you weren’t a complex asshole. You did feel the same as he did, but you were being the biggest wimp. Your concept of love was nothing but an illusion. Many told you to suck it up and get over it though really if they were to be in your shoes, they’d understand why you’re so hesitant.

“Joon what are you-” “You know exactly what I’m talking about y/n.” He cut you off. “Joon can we please not talk about this. Just go to sleep.” The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with him but knowing Namjoon, he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you answered him. “Y/n when will we talk about it then huh?” He scoffed, “you said to give you time and I’ve given you nothing but plenty of time so why the hell are you doing this again?” Letting go of the door knob you turned to face him, “Namjoon what do you mean do this again? I just need time I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about it?” “Seriously? When I try to talk to you now, it’s like I’m not there and you walk away. It’s been weeks now and you still need time?”

The frustration running in your head made you want to bash your head into a wall. Of all people he had to confess it just had to be you. Why? Yes you needed time because six years of not dating did you no good and your boy skills weren’t the greatest. Having an upset Namjoon wasn’t fun at all, he likes to keep things bottled up and he doesn’t realize the effect he has on others. When he’s upset, it trickles down to everyone else around him. Like the day Yoongi yelled at you- which he still hasn’t apologized for since you’ve been salty towards him and he’s been avoiding you. Point is, Namjoon was a very complex person just like you. Yuri would tell you all the time how you guys were basically made for one another but you brushed it off feeling embarrassed. She was right though, both of you were equally as stubborn but the second one of you broke it was like all hell broke loose.

“God can we please not argue about this? It’s almost 10:30 and I just want to get some rest.” “Seriously? That’s all you have to say? I want to rest too but no I dragged my ass here getting tired of this avoiding thing going on.” Sighing in frustration you spoke up, “Look, if you came here to just bicker at me then please I suggest you leave. Why can’t you just leave it as it is Joon?” It wasn’t you intention so come off as rude but it was too late as he raised his voice at you for the first time. “Because y/n you don’t just fucking ask someone to kiss you and then walk away from them because you’re conflicted between your feelings! God don’t you get it? For weeks I’ve done nothing but ask myself if I had done anything wrong to make you feel uncomfortable and it’s done nothing but eat me alive. I can’t sleep I can’t eat I can’t do anything because all I think about what I did to make you walk away from me!” Oh, you thought. The room fell silent as you looked at how upset he really was. It was evident in his face how distressed he really was noticing the bags under his eyes and his aura screaming nothing but desolation.

“I-I… I don’t know.” It was all you can say to him. Suddenly you just didn’t want to be here, possibly from the overwhelming truth hitting you ten fold. The tears going down his face told you how sincere he was being with his feelings, he wasn’t lying to you. That’s probably what scared you the most, for once someone actually wanted to be a part of your life for it was the most foreign feeling and the thought of giving yourself to someone became harder as the years passed. It was when you found out about your own feelings the reason you started to become distant. You didn’t even notice him walking towards you until he was less than a foot away from you avoid his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed trying to calm himself down, “ I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just-” “It’s okay. I’m not mad, I don’t blame you either.” Your voice was soft he had forgotten how shy of a person you really were especially when being put on the spot. That’s what he loved the most about you, although being obnoxious and child like around the boys you were a very shy and quiet girl working her dream job stealing the heart of an idol, it made him melt inside.

“I should be sorry, I’m the one who hurt you.” Gallons of regret drenching you as everything you’ve wanted was right in front of you, hurting him was like a slap to the face realizing how fucked up you could be.

Namjoon finally broke the silence, “Can I ask you something?” You simply nodded looking down at the floor. “How do you really feel? About me or any of this?”

“I feel scared,” you didn’t hesitate as you looked up at him, “ do you know what it’s like to be physically used? You’d think that it wouldn’t hurt but it does, especially knowing that it was the first time you’ve given yourself to someone. I’m not the same y/n I was six years ago but the fear of being with someone still lingers inside of me.”

He didn’t interrupt you, you were opening yourself up and you knew that, It was and always will be the fear of not being wanted because of your past. That’s partially why you suddenly started to become distant with Namjoon, he was persistent but it was a good quality he had. He wasn’t the type to give up so easily and normally you would hate people like him but he became an acception. You don’t even remember when you started to feel the silly butterflies in your stomach when he smiled or the electrical spark igniting when he’d touch you but god you realized how much you did care the second he kissed you. It was every nerve in your body telling you that it was okay but your mind playing games with you holding you back.

“You know you can trust me.” His tone now calmed down after yelling at you not moving from his spot letting you process your thoughts. “I know Joon, and I thank you so much for never leaving. It’s just a big step for me to go further into something that could work.” “Wait what?” Were you giving him the chance or what? Should he be happy or ready for a rejection? You let out a slight chuckle noticing his reaction. “You want to know how I feel? I feel happy yet upset, I feel scared but confident, I know I can move on but I’m still afraid to. My feelings towards you,” you took a deep breath, “ my feelings for you were foreign. It was never my intention to hurt you nor will it ever be Joon and you had every reason to be upset with me. If I’m being honest, the pain I’ve held onto started to evaporate into nothing since the whole incident. You stayed when I was at my worst, surprisingly you didn’t give up on me. I feel okay.”

It was the first time in a long time you felt content with yourself, no more running, no more fear, you were willing to face the truth and admit it.

“I feel okay knowing that whatever happens, it’ll be for a reason. I told you not to fall in love with me and you did it anyways, for some reason I’m okay with that. I’m angry at myself for hurting someone like you, for ignoring you instead of talking, for not being there for you when you were there for me, I’m angry at myself for pushing you away because I’m a coward.”

“So what do you want then?” He was getting nervous since you didn’t fully answer his question. “I want to forget everything,” he frowned but you continued, “ the pain, the fear, everything. I want to know what it means to be loved, the feeling I’ve wanted was bare and raw love. I want you, Kim Namjoon to show me and continue to do so because,” you held back the lump in your throat, “ I know I can say those three words again and mean it.”

He cradled your face swiping the tears away, automatically you gave into his touch and he leaned in gently pressing his lips onto yours. They were soft like he remembered, you smelled like roses and lavender filling his nose intoxicating him, your skin was as smooth as a peach you were the most delicate being he’s ever seen. His lips were plump and soft like you remembered, he didn’t rush into it but was taking his time. Deepening the kiss you rest your hands on his firm chest as he wrapped his arm around your waist, he smelled like a nice spring day mixed with pine making you want more. His scent and touch was already driving you insane feeling the fireworks go off one by one inside for he felt the same way.

Finally he pulled away pressing his forehead on yours looking at you. The color on your cheeks started to turn a few shades red the longer he stared at you so you buried your face into his chest. “Yah I forget how shy of a person you were.” You groaned in response while he laughed at your actions. “You keep staring at me~” “Well I can’t not look at you y/n, have you seen yourself? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ll ever lay eyes on.” “Oh god that was really cheesy.” Hitting his chest you laughed. “Hey,” he lifted your chin to look at him, “ you trust me right?” you nodded wondering what he was thinking until he picked up off the ground out of nowhere. “No no no no no no no no Joon what no I hate being picked up! Put me down!” “Whaaa you’re so light you feel like nothing.” “Ha Ha Ha very funny put me down or-” “Or what?” You didn’t even know you were in your room until he placed you on your bed hovering over you. Has he always been this strong or has he been working out? Damn he looked so attractive you forgot how to speak for a moment. “Cat’s caught your tongue?” Your fingers were outlining every part of his face, the beautiful tan skin reminding you of summer with his sharp fierce eyes and bold brows, his pink hair was now a sandy blond shaved down on the sides but longer in the middle. He looked so good it should be illegal, you grabbed his face bringing it to yours kissing him smiling on his lips and he took that as an opportunity to deepen it while nestling between your legs. His hands started to roam every inch of your body feeling your curves drinking up every part of you. “Is this my shirt I left?” He wondered where his Rolling Stones shirt went but seeing you wear it, he didn’t mind it. “You can have it back if you want.” You were going to give it back but it was really comfortable so you made it your sleepwear forgetting to give it back. “No no, keep it you look really sexy in it.” The color on your cheeks went from pink to crimson red in a few seconds you covered your face. If Namjoon was good at anything, it was flirting- he was the biggest flirt you’ll ever know not even Jungkook or Jimin can beat him.

“Shut up you flirt.” He winked at you and kissed you before you could say anything. His hand rest on the side of you head while the other under your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach giving you shivers down your spine. You let your hands play with his hair slightly tugging it earning a soft groan as he started trailing kisses to your neck.

Your weak spot. Specifically right under your ear.

The room started to get warmer by the second and when he bit you oh so sweet spot a slight moan left your lips. He smiled against your neck and you could feel him smirking to himself but you didn’t even argue when he went back to what he was doing while his hand went up to palm your bare chest surprised you weren’t wearing a bra. It wasn’t your cup of tea because really you had to let the ladies go after being held in a cup all day, being the best part of your day. To him though for starters, you were a foreigner and he only dreamed of what it would be like to date one.

He hasn’t even done much and you were already aroused just by his touch turning into putty, while he took off the big shirt he saw the marks forming smiling to himself knowing he marked what is his. In a short amount you were getting so worked up and felt embarrassed the longer he looked at you but he stopped you from hiding.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Hearing him compliment you had your stomach doing flips and heart running marathons at the same time you couldn’t help but wonder how you haven’t passed out. You tugged his shirt for him to take it off which he did and damn your throat suddenly became drier than California in a drought. He was definitely working out more, his abs seemed more defined and you wondered why he wouldn’t show them but getting to see them up close, you’d rather have him not reveal them. Namjoon was a whole different of attractive, you unconsciously swallowed at his drop dead gorgeous body.

“H-have you been working out with Kookie lately?” Way to go for stuttering y/n. Giving you a smirk you were suddenly being flipped over now straddling him and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Bare chests against one another feeling his warmth transferring to your body, your were certain he could feel how fast your heart was going.

“Yeah I have.” How the hell was he able to get you going so quickly? You felt a pool of heat form and you were sure he could slip in without hesitation. All your senses were being heightened, his mouth now on your bud making you arch into him more from the pleasure. You couldn’t even form proper words while slight moans left your lips, you’ve done a few one night stands and you weren’t a very vocal person maybe from it not being good but he hasn’t even done much and you were already a mess. He made sure you were enjoying yourself giving both buds equal attention and your hips started to slightly grind against his and you could feel the growing bulge from below.

“Don’t do that baby or I won’t hold back.” He growled while biting your collarbones. Letting a chuckle you said, “ It’s a little too late to go back now baby boy,” continuing to grind on him. The sudden confidence in your voice threw you off but had Namjoon rock hard already unable to contain himself flipping you over again you yelped but his eyes were blown out full of lust dominating your lips. Teeth clashing and lip biting so he brought his hand down to your lower abdomen playing with the hem of your shorts you started to grow wetter by the second.

He started leaving trails of kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts to your lower stomach right at the hem of your shorts biting them teasing you while his hands roamed your legs and body leaving trails of fire behind. Slowly, -real slow- he pulled your shorts down and the cold air hitting your wet heat had you sighing in relief while he looked at how much he’s affected you.

“God why would an asshole use someone as beautiful as you…” Forming proper words was the last thing you were able to do, you started to forget what month it was with the kisses he’d leave down your leg getting closer to the area you needed him at. He took his time appreciating every part of you, the softness of your skin picking up what had you squirming under his touch.

“Namjoon please~” you couldn’t take it anymore nor could he, your desperate voice was like music to his ears and he wanted to make you beg but that could wait for another time. Finally he put his mouth where you needed him to and the contact had you arching your back while grabbing onto the sheets letting out a soft cry.

“You taste so sweet I could do this all day.” You were weak already, borderline fucked up. He continued to lap your fluids licking and sucking at your nub with the right amount of pressure then slowly using his finger to enter your walls slowly moving them in a come hither motion. You knew he would watch porn but what in the name of hell did he find as he was fucking you with his hands leaving you a moaning mess. The endless profanities escaping your mouth had him groaning into your heart sending vibrations through your body you had to grab his hair slightly tugging it.

“N-nam-joon I’m-” and before you could finish he added another finger. You were passed borderline fucked by now as you rolled your eyes back closing them while you reached your limit clenching your walls around his skilled hands. He rode out your high and removed his fingers licking up your fluids as the sight already brought another wave down to your core, the way you looked laying there post orgasm got him worked up. You could hear him removing the rest of his clothes and as his pants and boxers were gone in one go letting his member sprang free and he was bigger than you thought- the members weren’t very good at keeping a clean mouth but you didn’t blame them. While hovered over you taking your lips and you could taste yourself on as he brought your body closer to his you could feel his tip rubbing against your core and you were more than ready by now.

He started to grind against you letting out a hiss from the feeling, you were both in need of more and he placed a soft kiss on your lips resting his head on your neck. “Are you ready?” You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck biting his earlobe. “Y-yes fuck.” Slowly he entered your tight walls as both of you sighed in relief, until he was fully inside of you now. He stayed in place letting you adjust kissing you everywhere making sure you weren’t in pain. “Are you okay baby?” He swiped a few hairs out of your face and you gave him a smile assuring him you were okay. Slowly he pulled back to the tip then went back in, keeping a slow pace feeling every part of you marking your neck letting a mix of your name and profanities leave his mouth. Trying to speak became a struggle it was like being in kindergarten all over, “f-faster,” You managed to choke out which he complied now picking up the pace. The sound of skin slapping, moans and groans filled the room and your nails were going down his back leaving marks or red lines while he continued to leave marks on your neck slipping out I love you’s and you’re beautiful like a mantra. You started you attack his neck marking him up then biting a certain area slightly behind his earlobe when he groaned into your lips picking up the pace even more muffling you moans.

“J-joon I’m close.” Finding your sweet spot he continued to thrust while hitting that spot over and over again there were white stars everywhere.

“Fuck I love you so much.” This is what love was supposed to feel like and having him be the one, you felt happy for once and took his took his lips between your teeth reaching your climax within seconds. While riding through your high his thrusts started to stutter and he hid his face in you neck finally coming undone with three to four more thrusts releasing his seed inside of you. Both of you stayed in place catching your breath as he left a trail of kisses up your neck then taking your lips into his molding perfectly into each other. He pulled out and fell right next to you pulling you closer while uncovering the sheets to cover your bare body.

“Are you okay?” He said while you cuddled up closer to him. “Never been better. Thank you… for everything.” Your eyelids felt heavy and next thing you knew you fell asleep. Your dream wasn’t black and empty anymore, there was light and a field of flowers. Namjoon was standing there in front of you and you couldn’t help but smile. All the worries you’ve had suddenly disappeared. You fell asleep tangled in each other's arms it felt like home, he was your new home. What lies ahead is something you weren’t prepared for.

{ To be continued~}

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Until We Meet Again [Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader] 4

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Genre: Dark // Angst // Some Smut

WC: 2.4k

Summary: The Imperial kingdom has come to its breaking point. The emperor who had taken over was and is to be known as ruthless and unforgiving. In this society, power is ultimately given to those who align themselves with the imperial family as it takes many lives of those who oppose them. When your little medicine shop is under destruction from the new emperor, you decide its your best to fight back. However, you never imagined the murderous emperor to take a liking to you..

A/N: Please read the warning post!

The days seemed to go by a blur. Everything was washed over and you were left in a pile of your own disgust and hatred. They turned you, no they made you into something that you didn’t want to be. Weak, submissive, and scared. Of course you were terrified of them, there was no doubt in your mind. However, when you first arrived, you promised yourself you wouldn’t bow down. Now, with Hoseok’s quick tongue and Yoongi’s threatening glare, you were instantly weak to your knees.

Their form of punishment was their own entertainment. Hoseok’s quick tongue got your heart pounding. Yoongi’s quick glance got your knees buckling. They had you wrapped around their fingers, and knew exactly how to exploit it. The moon rose higher that following night. Your body weak from the physical attacks, your heart and mind numb to the terrible thoughts that lingered.

Whatever was left of the young girl was now locked in a cage. The faint sound of your door opened left you to numbly turn your head. Noticing that a maid had stopped by with some clothes for the morning. You didn’t pay her much attention, since this was a regular thing. Instead, you turned back, looking out at the court yard from your room.

When they weren’t tearing you down, you were left to the maids and others in the court. Teaching you the ways of a queen, or the ways of a “proper” lady. Yoongi hadn’t picked a new wife, considering he had sent his to exile. Since Hoseok was wrapped around his finger, he only cared about his concubine. There were whispers that Yoongi had taken a liking to your spirit, which is why teachers were there to aid you.

Prepare you for the worst. Whatever the hell that meant, you had to stick through it. You remembered your life outside of the palace. One where you only had to worry about how you were going to help your family. Since your mother was the only one alive, and your friends were watching your shop. Merely payments to the self loathing king was now a distant past.

Yet there was that young girl scratching at the back. Begging to be freed, yet she was also terrified. What happened to Insik was horrifying and it haunted your every dreams. His severed head bouncing and limp body falling made you scream almost every night.

Your friend made this living nightmare less. Offering you food as much as possible because he once noted that he hated seeing you suffer. His big brown eyes filled with wonder and amazement as you spent long nights speaking to him. Telling him as many stories as you possibly could. Wanting him to understand the importance of standing up for what is right.

Little did you know that he had a crush on you. Or it wasn’t one in which he wanted to be with you, no. Instead, he wanted to be you. Strong, independent, and defiant. But when you saw the life being taken from him so quickly, you ran back to your cage. Locked that woman he knew away because you knew deep down she wouldn’t survive.

She too got the same fate as Insik. Silenced because she dared to step up to the emperor. Fisting the sheets, you felt big hot tears begin to swell. Still glancing at the moon in all it’s glory, you knew that everything had to change. You had to fight for what was right, even if that meant getting a few bruises here and there. They terrified you yes, but you were more scared of them continuing to beat you into submission.

You came here because they dared to tear your life’s work away. Something your father left for you to take. Now, you were being toyed with simply out of entertainment. And yet, you were falling right into what they, no he wanted. You weren’t going to allow yourself this any longer.

Bringing the back of your hand up, you wiped your tears away. Without even thinking, slipped your shoes on and marched down the same path you knew by heart. Just in your robes, you were going to confront Yoongi and Hoseok. Let them know that you weren’t going to fall for their tricks any further. The bright woman behind the bars was cheering for you, but the scared submissive one was crying.

Pleading for you to go back, head down, and not bother them. You knew that you were going to get your head severed, but you’d rather go out fighting than not dear to step up. You placed both hands on Yoongi’s doors, pushing them opening with all your might. He sat there, his lush pillows looking like they were going to take over.

He was watching Hoseok mess with his “food.” As Insik had mentioned, Hoseok was a real scary person. He was like a cat whenever it came to new prey. Batting them with his paw, simply for amusement. You glanced over at the poor man begging for his life. Pleading with Yoongi that he had a family and that he would receive his payment in full if he just gave him more time.

With one flick of his wrist, Hoseok dropped the man. Yoongi’s attention was now on you, his eyes dark but soon brightening. Seeing you in your night robes was such an “honor” to the murderous emperor. He even “graced” you with a gummy smile, his slim fingers moving under his chin.

“And what do we owe this..” he pauses trying to think of the word. “Explosive hello to?” Your eyes darted back and forth from the two. As usual, Yoongi looked bored and uninterested. His eyes dull and body slumped in his cushions. Hoseok had blood on his cheeks, close to his lips whilst his hands, particularly his knuckles soaked.

“We need to talk Yoongi.” This brought a threatening glare to his eye. One you were almost inclined to fall to. He didn’t particularly enjoy being called by his first name, especially to someone he didn’t particularly think should hold such an honor. Hoseok straightens, his own playful smirk on his lips.

“That’s not how you address him kitten.” He sings, strolling over. A little bounce in his step since he knew what was coming next. When he got close, you reached out to push him away. You didn’t want him next to you, yet what happened next caught you off guard. Your little shove didn’t sit well with the concubine. In fact, it angered him. He reached to snatch your wrist, pulling you close and twisting your hand back.

You yelled with surprise, his grip tightening as you fought. The man he was previously dealing with watched everything unfold. That was right until Yoongi waved at his men to take him away. You assumed he was off to get the same fate as Insik, however, Hoseok whispered in your ear. Letting you know that Yoongi was going to cut his heart out.

Mentioning that he hadn’t done so in years, and it would be such a wonderful sight to see. You felt your own pound in your chest, the thought alone causing a shiver to run. This made Hoseok chuckle, the sound low and short. He had you right where he wanted you, and yet you weren’t giving up. Catching him off guard again, you stomped on Hoseok’s foot. He groans, letting go of your wrist and you moved forwards.

This earned a low growl from the man behind you, but Yoongi waved at him. You could feel Hoseok’s glare tearing new holes in your back. But you didn’t care, instead you were more concerned about the man in front of you. One who’s eyes were bright and playful. The scene was more entertaining than watching Hoseok beat the man to death.

“What do you want?” Yoongi drawls, shifting himself in his pillows. He straightens himself, pushing some of his expensive silk down. Then moving across the wide hall in front of you. Usually, this place would be brighter due to the sun, but in the moonlight, it made everything smaller. Yoongi’s throne room was large and wide.

The walls were depicted battles of long ago, some that he was apart of. In the center were pillows that he sat upon, and other small things you didn’t pay much attention too. If you weren’t getting lectures from Hoseok, you were getting glares from Yoongi. Your eyes usually stayed on the floor, so you didn’t look around as much. It would be harder since it was dark, but you didn’t want to stray from Yoongi’s eyes.

“I want you to stop treating me like I’m some kind of pet.”

“Oh but you are.”

“That’s not the point.” You shot moving yourself closer to him. Your heart still racing and Hoseok’s eyes still glaring. “You took me away from everything I knew, everything I loved.” you continued getting closer. This was the closest you had ever gotten. You could see in the pale moonlight that Yoongi had a faint scar from the top of his lip to the lower half of his cheek.

He even wore stubble around his chin, and his skin looked paler in the moonlight. Hiding the bags under his eyes, but making those big dark iris’ lighter. His arms were behind his back, twitching to reach out and grasp you. Yes, he boiled with anger, but wasn’t going to allow you to see any part of it. Instead, he wanted to see how far you were going to take this.

“And now you expect me to go straight into submission. Calling you “my lord” and “my majesty.” you continued jabbing a finger at him. “But I am not that perfect woman you want me to be. I am not some punching bag.” You need to stop this, you are going to die like Insik! The scared woman you now shoved into your once cage pleas. Yoongi wanted you to continue to vent, because it seemed like he was excited about where this was going. Yet, you couldn’t stop the next words to come out of your mouth.

“You killed Insik, my only friend.” pausing for a second. “I’d rather have your head bouncing on this damn floor than his.” His eyes went from playful to dark and the next thing you knew, you were on the ground with Yoongi’s knee jabbed into your back. Your arms were pulled behind and pressing into you and he was right above you.

His glare was intense and you could feel it. Instead of Hoseok’s, it was now the one person you dreaded. Yoongi’s laughter hit your skin and you differently. It was low, dark and menacing. His grip on your wrists tightens, his knee digging further into your back.

“I played your little game for awhile and I had to admit,” he pauses. “I quite enjoyed it.” each passing minute you felt the blood slowly drain from where he held. That prickling sensation starting to fall. “But now you wished my head was gone, now that - “ tutting and shaking his head. “Is something that I simply cannot abide by.”

You heard footsteps come closer. Assuming from the weight of them, it was Hoseok. And you were right because he stood right in front of you. His slippers now in your line of vision. “I think, we’ve been going too soft on her don’t you Hobi?” he questions removing your hands from his grip. His slim fingers curling themselves into your long hair. Gently pulling them through, only to grab a fist and yank on it.

Pain erupting from your skull, making you regret each and every word you spoke. “We certainly have.” Hoseok sneers, bending down and forcing your chin up. His eyes just as dark as Yoongi’s. “We can’t have her saying such ridicious things around us now can we?”

“No no, because she doesn’t run this kingdom.” Yoongi plays along swiftly grabbing his dagger from under his robes. He presses the cool metal across your neck, pressing into your soft skin. You could feel your warm blood trickle down, the pain too much for you to handle. Once again, hot tears swelled at the corners of your eyes.

Hoseok beginning to laugh at the sight. Pointing out that their poor kitten was beginning to cry. Another low chuckle escapes from Yoongi’s lips, leaving you to curse at yourself. Wishing that once again, you hadn’t said a word. When Yoongi pushes the knife further, he decides to leave a mark. Cutting some of your throat open, but not enough to kill.

He explains that this was your punishment for speaking out, and that if you ever did again, your head would be where Insik’s was two months ago.

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