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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 12

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Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot

Look 61

The first look is Wu Xie’s road trip outfit, which includes this grey and white jacket. It has a contrasting elastic waistband, cuffs, and neckline, and slanted pockets.

This is exactly the sort of jacket that my 5th grade science teacher would have worn in 1979, and she would have slayed in it. She awakened something in me and it wasn’t love of STEM. (Spock was responsible for my love of STEM, and various other awakenings in 5th-grade me) I’m sure it would still look great on her, because she is probably a silver haired foxy granny now, and that’s who this jacket belongs on in the current century.

Wu Xie should never have gotten within a mile of this old lady jacket.

To clarify, I’m not being gender-essentialist here; I’m being ageist. If this jacket had some contemporary detailing or interesting features to offset its last-century vibe, the way Bai Haotian’s green roller derby jacket does, it would be fine even though I’m not a fan of this sort of collar in menswear. But it’s just a nicely-made old lady jacket. Mary Berry could bake a nice cake while wearing this jacket.

Note: Liu Sang could wear the hell out of this jacket, of course, because that man can wear literally anything and make it look like it’s made of spun pheromones.

(more after the cut!)

Wu Xie eventually improves this look by taking the jacket off and giving the camera operator a nice long look at his ass. He’s wearing dark jeans and a long-sleeve white thermal shirt, which is a great improvement.

Look 62

The granny jacket is contrasted by the blessed arrival of Huo Daofu’s daddy jacket, and the rest of the clothing that Huo Daofu is wearing with it. This is a dark green jacket with a nipped in waist, military styling, and invisible stitching that says "obey" You can't see it, but oh, it's there.

He's wearing this jacket of domination with jeans so tight they appear to be made of paint. I approve of these jeans so much that I might need to take a break from writing for a moment.

Instead of shoes he’s opted for a pair of tall riding boots, just in case anyone failed to get the message.

He finishes off this look with gold rimmed glasses, pomegranate-toned lips, and an air of authority so strong that even Pangzi does what he tells him to with minimal back chat.

Later the jacket comes off, so he can wrap it solicitously around the shoulders of a person who is already wearing a perfectly good jacket. OP looks up “service top” in the dictionary.

Underneath, Huo Daofu is wearing a grey houndstooth waistcoat. Shen Wei’s tailor would gnash his teeth in envy, if he saw the cut of this vest. This tops off a warm-toned brown shirt worn with a silver-toned watch. The watch is...round, and it tells time. He’s wearing a brown belt with his black jeans. Huo Daofu is great at combining warm and cool, formal and casual, in a single look.

Look at this dapper bitch. Slaying this hard has got to be against his Hippocratic oath.

This jacket-free look is combined with hip posture so provocative that it sends Wu Xie into a hasty search for the last scraps of his heteronormative assumptions. Xiao Bai does her best to help.

Look 63

The beards.

OP's family of origin is full of hairy visigoths, so Pangzi's beard is a style I've encountered before, alas. We call this a [US] Civil War beard. This one is terrible and lopsided, but at least it covers a lot of Pangzi’s face.

Wu Xie’s fake facial hair isn't terrible, but isn't great. You can tell it’s fake because everything about Zhu Yilong is inherently lovely, and this isn’t.

Also, it's a ridiculous idea for a disguise. Wu Xie's close-trimmed chin patch and mustache are nice style, very typical for a Chinese dude. They let Wu Xie’s lovely facial structure continue to do its thing while they just provide a bit of an accent. But this is a problem, because they don't change his appearance in any meaningful way; his cheekbones are still visible from orbit.

He’s wearing this facial hair and cap with the same vest he wore earlier to practice slingshot. This time he's accessorizing with a simple tan jacket, with an interesting buttonhole detail...

...and with an attractive human IV stand.

Doctor doctor, give me the news, I've got a bad case of loving you you loving me.

Look 64

This look belongs to the man that Jia Kezale’s wife has replaced him with. We have to infer his look based on his shoes, and that he is presumably in the same league as the extremely hot Jia Kezale.

Based on these shoes, which are very nice, if a little weathered, Huarache-style loafers, this other man in her life also presumably wears linen trousers and a guayabera shirt.

*mentally pictures this person*

ok, I guess I don't blame her.

[Image, and shirts, from cubavera dot com]

Look 65

After having his IV fluids, Wu Xie goes for a nighttime motorbike ride, because he apparently needs to go way up on a hill to see that the hotel he’s staying in is circular.

So, what is with the Ultraman motorcycle helmet? Does it have any padding or insulation at all? Why doesn’t it cover more than 40 percent of his head and face?

And shouldn't it have a chin strap? How does it stay on in a crash? I mean yes I know this is a show with sentient crustaceans...yeah, never mind. I’m sure that’s a super effective helmet.

Once the rain starts, his mustache and beard look better. Still not great, but better. Here he looks like he’s cosplaying as Zhou Yunlan.

Now he’s wet and lying on the ground because...oh, hell if I remember. Just look at him, poor moist snookums. He needs a blankie and a hot tea and a hurt-comfort fic about him and his doctor.

This look gives the newest members of the polycule an opportunity to demonstrate their devotion, as they haul him off the motorcycle and over to a wall, and then continue to stand in the rain, for some reason, instead of going indoors.

I gotta say, when a producer decides to pour water on Zhu Yilong, they commit to it.

Speaking of commitment, here’s Huo Daofu holding his hand up over Wu Xie’s face like a tiny umbrella.

Bonus 1

Look at the yellow duffle coat on that kid. She looks beautiful and classic, and the mustard yellow color just pops so nicely in this scene.

The mustard yellow also visually marks her allegiance to gold-dragon-wearing Xue Wu.

Bonus 2

This look is Wu Xie’s antique-scheming outfit, but now he is wearing the Sunglasses of Manpain. They belong to Pangzi, but Wu Xie is wearing them while he waits for Pangzi to collect his angst from the morgue.

These sunglasses are good to wear while contemplating the fact that, despite the many differences in narrative tropes between Chinese and Western media, the one where a female character is hurt and/or dies merely to further a male character's emotional development remains a constant.

That said, this is a nice small signifier of their relationship, as he puts these glasses on Pangzi, allowing him to hide his feelings, while hugging him, allowing him to express his feelings.

#dbmj #wu xie #the lost tomb reboot #reunion: the sound of the providence #huo daofu #canary3d-original #lost tomb lewks #my gifs

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jaebaebie · 4 years

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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 2 ~ “Stalker much?

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“FUCK!”

I knew I was doomed the minute my eyes landed on the walker through the slightest gap between the wooden planks. The corpse, with all its anger and glory, was now squeezing its way through the broken plank, clawing its arms towards me.

I shook the metal chains around my wrist, trying to break out of it. Luckily for me, Han was nice enough to tie the chains tightly, but loose enough for me to squeeze my hands through it. Painfully and forcefully

The walker grabbed hold of my ankle, dragging me towards it. My elbow grazed along the rough cement floor and I kicked it right in the jaw, sparing me more time to pull my hand out of the chains.

I yelled in pain as I pulled my hand out, not caring about the possible sprain I was causing my wrist to have. Heck, I didn’t even care about possibly dislocating it. The walker was waist deep into the attic, and the wooden planks were no longer going to hold. It was either my wrist or my neck and I would rather live with a dislocated wrist rather than die from the savage walker.

I kicked it once more just as my right hand finally got free, and I immediately stretched to grab the crowbar from the table across me. On cue, the wooden plank snapped in half and the walker launched itself towards me, snapping onto my face.

With my legs I pushed it away before lunging the crow bar in between its eyes. My stomach churned as its decaying smell filled my nose. I would have hurled if I was not trying to fight for my life against it. With my left hand freed, I pulled the crowbar for another hit, only to realise that it had stuck in the corpse’s skull.

I kicked it once more, scanning around for anything that I could use. Just above the walker was a sharp plank that had gotten loose upon its entry, allowing a new idea to enter my brain.

I panted, letting out a shriek as the walker attacked once again, barely missing my face. I pushed it back with both hands, feeling my hands sink into its meat. With the last ounce of strength, I pushed it back, driving its head through the sharp plank. I watched as its body went limp, and the sound of its spitty hiss silenced.

The door to the storage attic burst open, revealing three shocked men.

“Holy shit.” Han gasped.

That indeed. I let out shaky breaths, panting uncontrollably as I finally managed to take a break from the event that had just unfolded.

“Im. Still. Not. Bit.”

I tried to catch my breath but it only felt like my breath just got slower. Louder..? My body began to feel heavier with every breath I took and my vision clouded, causing the three guys that appeared in front of me to disappear.

And then nothing.

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I woke up to find myself in a bed. In a small, tiled room lined with shelves of medical supplies. It smelled similar to that of the hospitals I used to visit with my parents before the apocalypse. Like alcohol. I sat up, immediately feeling the ache shoot through my entire body. My arm and wrist were nicely wrapped in bandages and a needle with embedded in the back of my palm, allowing me to be attached to one of those IV drips I had only seen in movies.

I immediately looked away, not liking how to needle looked in my skin and how it felt. I was always afraid of them. So much so that I refused to get injections when I was younger.

The door opened and two boys entered. The two of them brought something special with them. Like the mood in the solemn room immediately lightened the minute they stepped foot in it. I looked at them, noticing the bright cheeky smile on one of their faces, while the other boy had a much shyer smile.

“You’re awake!” Cheeky smile boy exclaimed, rushing to me, “I heard your name was Era from Han. My name is Jeongin. That ‘quiet’ boy over there is Seungmin.”

Slightly taken aback by his sudden friendliness, I flinched back, giving him a weird look which he immediately noticed and apologised for.

“In just one minute you managed to scare her already, Jeongin.” Seungmin shook his head, causing the other to pout, “We got you all stitched up and we cleaned the rest of your wounds. You’re lucky Hyunjin found you.”

I couldn’t help but let out a small scoff, is that what he’s been telling people? “Yeah, I sure am.” I replied, my sarcasm wasn’t left unnoticed.

“You’re IV drip is finished, so Jeongin can take you to eat. You must be starving.”

It was true. I was extremely hungry. Like Seungmin said, Jeongin walked me to the ‘cafeteria’ outside with his non stop cheerful talking. I had to admit, he was cute. As in baby brother cute as he was probably a year or two younger than me. As we walked the halls, Jeongin told me about how him and 8 others found the camp not long after the apocalypse hit. Ever since, they’ve been focusing on trying to establish a walker free zone and strengthening the barricades around the camp.

He stated that it was a great place to start with, especially since it was already equipped with separate rooms, bathrooms, infirmaries. The ‘cafeteria’ was placed outside, where the campfire was set to cook food. He pushed open the double doors of the school, allowing sunlight to hit my face.

“Welcome to Camp Miroh, Era.”

Jeongin passed me a tray, before leading me to walk to a woman managing the pot at the bonfire. She appeared to be in her mid 30s, giving me a warm smile as she scooped my ration into my tray.

As we walked towards one of the tables, I realised that the camp mostly consisted of guys my age, elders and children. Children played with one another, oblivious to the terrors in the world around them while elders watched over them as they stitched or washed clothing. The teenagers were having their lunch, watching every move of mine as I walked with Jeong In.

“Don’t mind them, we never find girls your age.” Jeongin explained, settling down on a table with a couple of boys, “Speaking of which, how old are you, Era?”

“19.”

“Oh cool, were the same age!” Another guy whom we sat on the same table with exclaimed. “I’m Felix, by the way.”

“You’re not very chatty, huh?” Jeongin asked, finally noticing my awkward short answers. It almost felt too overwhelming. I’ve been stuck alone for the past two months with nothing but walkers and deers which I’ve hunted, and now I’m surrounded with plenty of extroverted men who never ran out of conversation starters.

Felix nudged Jeongin at his side, shaking his head, “I think you’re just too chatty, Jeong In. Let her eat.”

Jeong In and Felix began talking more about the camp, which I didn’t mind. Turns out, Chan was the leader who ran the camp, while Han, Hyun Jin and a guy called Chang Bin were his ‘right’ hand men, the three would run the camp should Chan be absent. Though, Hyun Jin was mainly focussed in ensuring the safety of the camp through training men who were skilled in weapons.

Just as I scraped the last bit of my food off the plate, Han jogged towards us, the same smile I had seen on his face the day before,

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

I nodded, “Better.”.

“She’s not very chatty, Han.” Jeongin announced, earning a hit from Felix.

Han let out a low chuckle, glancing towards me with his head tilted, doubting Jeongin’s previous statement, “Really? I’m sure Hyunjin would think otherwise.”

I rolled my eyes, recalling the loud arguments that had occurred the day before.

“Are you done? Chan wants to see you.”

I nodded, standing up as Jeongin and Felix waved to me.

I followed as Han led the way. Han gave off a different aura from the rest of the group. He was quiet, but friendly. It was comforting. Warm. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a while.

“I’m guessing Jeongin told you about our camp?” Han asked, attempting to start a conversation,

“And more..” I replied, earning a chuckle from Han.

“Yeah, he’s like that. He’s the youngest out of the 9 of us but he brings sunshine wherever he goes.”

I nodded, agreeing with Han’s statement. It was true, Jeongin’s charm was just too hard to ignore because he simply was able to lighten any of the darkest souls. Including mine, possibly.

“I’m really sorry for leaving you out there, Era.” Han apologised, the smile on his face being replace with a guilty frown, “We left you with a dog bite and you came back having been almost bitten by a walker, a sprained wrist, a grazed elbow and almost dying from excessive blood loss.”

I gave him a look, finding his rambles funny, “Stalker much?”

Han shrugged, brushing me off with a smile, “Nah. I did have time to examine you on our way back though.”

Right. How did I get back?

“Hyun Jin carried you all the way back,, kinda his punishment for being strongly against helping you.”

I let out a small chuckle, earning a bigger smile from him.

We reached Chan’s so called ‘office’-- A room with a small table and guns, flashlights, crossbows placed at another table stationed at the corner of the room. A large map was taped up to one of the walls, scribbled with many red and blue circles. My eyes landed on Hyun Jin, who was leaning against the Chan’s table with his arms crossed. The cut I left him was still visible on his cheek.

“We’re glad you’re okay, Era. I think we didn’t get to introduce ourselves properly.”

Hyunjin scoffed, muttering a soft, “I wonder why.”

“I’m Chan.” Chan said, ignoring Hyunjin’s unnecessary comment.

“Han.”

Hyunjin frowned when the two guys turned to him, awaiting for his own introduction. Han nudged him at his side, causing him to flinch, sighing, he finally introduced himself

“Hyunjin.” He greeted, clearly unamused with my appearance.

“Can you please be more cooperative now that we’ve saved your life?” Chan asked, a hint of firmness in his attempted soft voice.

“By saving, you mean saving my life only after putting it at risk? Sure.” I replied, catching the three of them off guard by my direct response.

“Okay about that, we’re really sorry. We really just couldn’t risk bringing you back. Locking you and tying you up.. we were just scared.”

I nodded, taking in my surroundings one more time. They had a big camp established which served as a safe haven for many people of different ages. They had to take precautions. Be selfish. Finally, I was able to understand their mindset, “Its alright, I would’ve done the same.”

Chan smiled, “So, how’d you get this far?”

I sighed, tired at the same question being asked. Realising that I haven’t actually answered it, I finally gave in, “I don’t know.. I ran, hid. Just the normal shit.”

“You do know having her around is just gonna worsen our food situation right? She’s just another mouth to feed.” Hyun Jin commented.

“Does everything that comes out of your mouth always have to be shit?” I shot back, “Besides, you don’t have to be worry about that.”

Han straightened out, glancing from Chan and then turning back to me with his eyebrow raised as realisation dawned onto him,

“You’re not staying?” Han asked, eyes immediately widening with some kind of emotion I couldn’t decipher. Shock? Worry?

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t remember asking you guys to take me in.”

“But you really should. You’ll be safe here. We’ll protect you.” Chan explained, sending tingles down my spine as I recalled the last time I heard that sentence.

The last time someone had claimed they’d protect me, I was thrown to the walkers after they took everything I owned. My gun. Food. Water. Everything. I was a vulnerable 17 year old who found ‘safe haven’ at the wrong place.

“No thanks. I don’t do people.”

Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes on me, “Why? Some boyfriend waiting for you at another base?”

I rolled my eyes, “I already said, I’m not with people. The last time I was with a group I was fed to a group of walkers.”.

Chan nodded, appearing distant and deep in thought. He wasn’t listening to me.

“You’re good with the bow and arrow?” Chan asked, bringing up my bag onto his table. I sighed in relief, seeing that they didn’t leave it behind when they decided to lock me in a cabin.

“I guess. I’d be happy to just take that and go.”

“I’m guessing you can hunt.” Chan added, disregarding my eagerness to leave as he earned the attention of Han and Hyunjin,, as if a light bulb went off in their heads.

I raised my brows, observing the change in their attitudes.

“You can’t?” I realised, “What have you guys been surviving on, then?”

“Non perishables.” Han answered, slumping against Chan’s desk as he sighed, “The camp came along with canned foods which lasted us about a year or so. But then we’ve been running short in supply despite our daily ‘supermarket’ visits.”

“..We’ve tried hunting but none of us are any good with it. It would be really great if you could help us, Era.” Chan continued.

I crossed my arms, stepping back to think about it. I had no intention of staying. I had to be somewhere else. Staying would mean having to work as a team, and I hated the fact that I would have to be fending for others other than myself. But they looked at me hopeful, and I knew that these guys were doing their best to help the others. I pictured the elderly and children who saw this place as their safe haven. These guys were thinking beyond themselves and what they needed.

“I don’t know. Having just another mouth to feed might be too much for you guys.” I remarked, clearly targeting the man who immediately avoided my gaze, “How about we chain you up in an attic and see in the morning?”

The guys sighed, almost in sync.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you’d be this useful.” Hyunjin ‘apologised’, earning a smack from Han as I scoffed. “Keep talking and I’ll show you what useless is, asshole.”

I let out a breath, letting sympathy take over. One thing was obvious. All of them, including Hyunjin whom I thought was incapable of caring for others, had the same look in their eyes. Desperation. They knew they wouldn’t last with just canned foods, and they needed to learn how to hunt fast if they were to keep the camp alive to protect the people who lived in it.

“Fine. I’ll teach you how to hunt. Just promise me you don’t throw me to a hoard of walkers.”

#skz #skz imagines #stray kids au #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #han jisung #hwang hyun jin #hyunjin #bang chan #seungmin #skz writing #skz au #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #jeong in

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inyournightmares97 · 5 years

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My Youth (Chapter 6)

Broken and miserable, Park Jinyoung returns to his hometown to learn that no matter how hard he falls, there are still people who think he’s a hero.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide/depression, death, angst, slow build, maybe some language.(Please don’t ask when I’ll update. Wait until the series is finished to read if you’re impatient.)

Word Count: 5.7k+

(Can’t put links to the other parts here, please check my Masterlist/the reblog for the Prologue and Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5)

“-Mom, I’m busy,” Jinyoung muttered into the phone. He had been sitting in a crucial meeting with the Finance Director of GOT Tech and representatives of the Financial Regulatory Board. Receiving approval for his company to go public was one of the most critical and risky steps in Jinyoung’s career.

His mother, however, had been calling him constantly for the last twenty minutes.

Mrs. Park sounded upset. “I’m sorry, Jinyoung, dear. I just needed to reach you-”

“Mom, I’m in an extremely important meeting right now. Do you know how it looks when the Managing Director of GOT Group keeps getting calls from his mother during business meetings? What do you want from me?” Jinyoung demanded in a frustrated whisper, running his fingers through his hair. He tried not to let his agitation show on his face; the other high-profile attendees of the meeting could still see him through the glass wall of the conference room.

“Jinyoung, there’s been a terrible tragedy in town,” his mother began nervously. “I don’t… I don’t know how to tell you this, but i suppose there’s no easy way to talk about a death. Remember I told you that I’ve been going to the hospital every day to meet-”

Jinyoung felt a burst of irritation. The clock was ticking. The Board members were waiting for him impatiently and he could see the disapproval on their faces. “Mom, did you call me to tell me that someone died?”

“Well… yes, but-”

“Mom, I have been preparing for this presentation for months. The future of my company depends on this meeting. This is absolutely the worst time you could have chosen to tell me something like this,” Jinyoung muttered through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. “Please don’t mess up my focus right now. We can talk about this later. Do you need anything from me urgently?”

Mrs. Park hesitated. “You always seem to be busy these days. I just thought… if we could maybe help out with the funeral expenses or the hospital bills…”

Jinyoung closed his eyes. “Mom, you can just call my secretary for that. She’ll send you whatever amount you need. Send them flowers from me or something, okay? I have to go now.”

“Take care, Jinyoung, dear-”

“Bye, Mom.”

Jinyoung hung up and sighed, pressing his fingers to his temple. His personal secretary had followed him out of the room and was watching him nervously. He hadn’t even asked his mother who it was that had passed away. Was it somebody he knew? Maybe it was best that he didn’t think about it too much for now.

“Take my Mom’s call and ask her who died, send them money for the funeral and all those formalities,” Jinyoung told his secretary shortly. She nodded and made a note of it on her phone quickly while Jinyoung cleared his mind.

Focus. The presentation. The numbers.

Jinyoung took a deep, calming breath and plastered a rehearsed smile on his face before he turned to enter the conference room once more.

“I’m so sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting,” Jinyoung greeted all the well-dressed men with a bright smile. “I hope you can forgive me. Mothers seem to have a knack for calling at the most inconvenient times, don’t they?”

The men chuckled politely. “That’s perfectly fine, Mr. Park.”

“May I begin the presentation?”

“Please, do.”

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Jinyoung believed that to achieve something great, you needed to make certain sacrifices.

He had always known that the path he was embarking upon was not an easy one. Establishing your own business meant that you didn't get off work at 5 pm sharp, you couldn’t spend your weekends at a countryside cabin or getting drinks with your friends. You needed to keep working until things got done. You needed to compete in the market. You needed to be strong enough to pick up after your losses and clever enough to make friends in the right places. People were depending on you.

Jinyoung hadn’t merely chosen a career, he had chosen a life.

A very lonely life.

Whenever his mother would call him and try to have a casual chat, Jinyoung would find himself irritated. Who cared whether Mrs. Lee from the grocery store was giving a discount on strawberry bread? What did it matter if Mr. Cha had been trying to sell his little farmland? There was important work to be done. Jinyoung needed to talk to the advertising agents to make sure his products were being launched properly, he needed to negotiate discounts with suppliers to ensure he could meet the planned pricing goals. There were employees relying on him. There were investors who had trusted him with their money. There were quarterly goals that had to be met.

Every second of Jinyoung’s time was precious. Why couldn’t everyone understand that? Why couldn’t his mother stop thinking that her tiny little world in this tiny little town was everything, and understand the importance of what her son was doing?

There are a limited number of hours every man has at his disposal. We each make a conscious choice regarding how to spend each one.

It was only now, standing in front of your mother’s grave, that Jinyoung came a terrifying realization.

He had made the wrong choices.

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“It was heart failure,” Mrs. Park whispered.

Jinyoung’s hands clutched the cup of tea firmly. It was hot and uncomfortable, but not more than the sick feeling in his stomach. Every word his mother spoke made him feel more pathetic.

What had he been doing all those months while your mother was in hospital and when she’d died? Preparing for his company to go public? Sitting in meetings and sucking up to corporate officials? Only to be fired and thrown out of the company. Only to have missed the death of somebody who had trusted him and cared for him.

“But she couldn’t have been that old…” Jinyoung muttered.

Mrs. Park shook her head softly. “She’d always had a weak heart, Jinyoung. Her health was fragile and after her husband passed away she had no choice but to work to support her daughter. All those long hours and late nights for years… they took their toll in the end. She had her first stroke three years ago. She was in hospital for a few weeks and then she had the second one; the one that took her life.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes, remembering your mother in his mind’s eye.

“She always looked tired. And worried.”

“She was.” Mrs. Park reached out and placed a hand over her son’s nervously. “I’m sorry, Jinyoung. I should have told you about it sooner. But you were always so busy in Seoul, always doing important things. It never seemed like the right time to tell you about something so devastating. It’s my fault.”

Jinyoung let out a small scoff. “Don’t take the blame on yourself. That doesn’t help me.”

Mrs. Park looked upset. “Jinyoung-”

She was interrupted by a loud knocking at the front door. Jinyoung closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temple while he listened to his father go to the door and yell at the person on the other side. The reporters had already found his home address. They had started arriving one-by-one since this morning. Each of them desperately wanted an interview with Park Jinyoung, the man who had lost his empire overnight. They wanted to know what he had to say about his dismissal from his own company.

Mr. Park re-entered the living room and sighed. “They’re getting more persistent. I think I should call the local police before they start trying to shove their way into our house.”

Jinyoung nodded and stood up. “I’ll go down to the police station myself and ask them to send someone to deal with this harrassment. Mom, you’ve told everyone we know to deny any reporters who request them for an interview, right?”

“Yes, but is it really a good idea for you to be going outside now-”

“I think I’ll lose my mind if I stay indoors,” Jinyoung muttered. He grabbed the black hoodie that was slung over the back of the sofa and glanced at his parents. They were both looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

Jinyoung felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over him; why should they have to deal with so much because of his mistakes? Why was he always the one taking and yet never giving?

“I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. “I’ll try and be back for dinner.”

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Jinyoung’s legs carried him naturally towards the elementary school.

Perhaps it was a subconscious urge to see you, even though he had no idea what he would say if you really appeared before him. Anything Jinyoung could have said to help should have been said three years ago. Words like I’m sorry seemed like an insensitive joke at this point; too little and far too late.

Jinyoung sat silently on the bench by the schoolyard with his face covered by his dark hoodie, and wondered how his life had brought him to this point.

Left with nothing with shame.

“Ahjussi!”

By the time Jinyoung looked up, there was already a tiny figure running straight towards him at full speed. He flinched and braced himself for the impact; only to have the small boy stop centimetres away from him and throw his arms around him happily. Jinyoung stiffened.

“What-”

“Ahjussi, you are Park Jinyoung!” Ki-woo cried delightedly. The boy was beaming. Jinyoung noticed for the first time that one of his front teeth was missing, but it was still one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen. “Miss told me yesterday! Why did you lie and say you weren't? I can’t believe the King of the Playground walked me home after school and I didn’t even know!”

Jinyoung couldn’t resist a small smile. The sight of the little boy bouncing on his feet warmed him for a moment and he patted Ki-woo on the head. “If somebody asked Clark Kent if he was Superman, he wouldn’t say yes, now would he?”

Ki-woo’s eyes widened in understanding. “Wow. That’s so true! You’re so cool!”

“You’ll have to keep my secret.”

“Of course I will! Ahjussi, can you tell me how you did it? How did you manage to climb the oak tree?” Ki-woo demanded, grabbing Jinyoung’s arm and tugging on it eagerly. “You have to tell me, you just have to! Were you really tall?”

Jinyoung blinked. “Tall? Not particularly…”

“Then how? How did you do it?”

Jinyoung opened his mouth to respond but he was cut off by a loud yell. He had been so preoccupied with Ki-woo that he hadn’t noticed the much larger man that was making his way across the school yard. Jackson Wang had a huge smile on his face and without greeting, he threw his arms around Jinyoung in a fierce hug.

“Park Jinyoung! Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Jackson cried happily. He pulled back and noticed the blank look on Jinyoung’s face. With a frown, he pointed to himself eagerly. “Remember me? Jackson! Jackson Wang! You used to pass me all the answers in History class!”

Jinyoung swallowed. “Uh…”

“Mr. Wang, you’re friends with Park Jinyoung?” Ki-woo asked, his mouth gaping open.

Jackson blinked and looked down at the boy sheepishly. “Ah, Ki-woo. I didn’t see you down there. Didn’t your teacher tell you to wait inside until someone came to pick you up? Go back indoors now.”

Ki-woo pouted. “But-”

“Nope. Back inside. Now.”

Jackson waited until Ki-woo began to slouch back towards the school building and then turned back to Jinyoung. “Man, you’re pretty much the celebrity around these parts now, eh? We had a couple of reporters come by the school this morning, asking for anyone who used to know you. You have nothing to worry about! I scared them off. These babies aren’t here for nothing,” Jackson beamed and flexed his bare bicep.

Jinyoung didn’t really know how to respond. “Nice.”

Jackson narrowed his eyes. “You do remember me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course-”

“We should get drinks sometime and catch up now that you’re back in town! Man, I really owe you. You did me a solid one that Christmas before you left, remember? I’ll buy you a couple of beers at the pub. What’s your phone number?” Jackson demanded.

“I don’t really have a phone right now…”

“Don’t have a phone?” Jackson looked confused. “Weird but okay. I guess I can always ask Miss First Grade to get in touch with you. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me you were back in town!” he cried, slapping Jinyoung’s arm playfully. “Hold on… you’re here to see her, aren’t you?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat. “Not exactly…”

Jackson chuckled knowingly. “No worries, man. I’ve got your back. I need to go inside and take care of the kids now, so I’ll tell her to come out and meet you here, yeah? Let me know if any more of those reporters come around. I’ll take handle them for you!”

Jinyoung forced a smile. “Thanks-”

“No problem, man. It’s what friends are for. We’ll catch up soon!”

“Sure.”

Jinyoung watched Jackson half-run back to the school building, letting out a sigh of relief. Each person he came across in this town seemed to remember something about him and the one who possessed the most dangerous knowledge was Jackson Wang. In addition to having been the resident supplier of inappropriate magazines and the one who’d convinced Jinyoung to try his first cigarette behind the park back in high school, Jackson simply knew a little too much about everybody.

Jinyoung sat down on the bench and took a deep breath. He just realized that Jackson had said he would send you out to meet him. Why hadn’t he told him not to? He wasn’t prepared to face you. Idiot.

It was a few minutes before you emerged from the school building and walked towards Jinyoung. There was a pleasant smile on your face as you approached, and it made Jinyoung’s stomach turn. How could you smile at him like that? How could you be so calm about everything?

“Jinyoung,” you greeted him, confused. “Should you be roaming around out here? There are reporters buzzing all around town.”

Jinyoung cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah, I know. Jackson said he drove them away...”

You rolled your eyes. “That idiot Jackson Wang? He was fully prepared to seize his five minutes of fame by telling them how you used to help him cheat in History class. I had to step in and force him to deny the request for an interview,” you muttered. Jinyoung’s eyes widened and you gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I sent a message to the principal of the middle school and the high school. Nobody’s going to give any interviews about you.”

Jinyoung felt small.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“Did they find your house?”

“Yeah. They’ve been knocking the door all day. It’s really starting to bother Mom and Dad.”

Your expression was sympathetic. “Should I call the police?”

“Don’t worry. I was going to go down to the station myself and ask them to send someone to get rid of the reporters,” Jinyoung reassured you. He felt his heartbeat thump wildly as he looked at your gently smiling face. Should he say it? Should he talk about the elephant in the room? Even though he hadn’t prepared what to say?

“About… about last night…”

You blinked. “Yeah?”

He sighed. “About your mother. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I know that’s no excuse, but I should have been there and-”

You cut him off with a forced smile. “Jinyoung. It’s okay. It’s not like you could have done anything for her even if you were here, you’re not a doctor. Everyone did the best they could.”

Jinyoung swallowed. “I might not have been able to help her. But… I should have been there for you.”

The smile dropped from your face. What could you say? Jinyoung’s eyes were filled with shame but it wasn’t the right time for him to be offering condolences. That time had long passed.

But you still remembered his words from last night as he’d hugged you. I don’t feel as alone when I’m here. Jinyoung had been through so much. How could you say anything to such a broken man except for it’s okay? How could you offer him anything but comfort when he had nobody but you?

How could you not be the bigger person when he was suffering?

“It’s fine, Jinyoung,” you promised him softly. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“How can I not-”

“Seriously. Please. It’s in the past and nobody was to blame. It happened around the time your company was going public, so I can only imagine how chaotic your life and work must have been back then. I don’t resent you.”

Jinyoung looked up at you in disbelief. “How can you not?”

“I just… don’t. It’s fine.”

“Do you really mean that? Do you really mean that?” he demanded.

“I do,” you insisted firmly. You glanced at your watch and sighed. “Wow, it’s getting late. We have a PTA fundraiser at school tonight so I need to start setting up. Oh! Did you bring my bicycle by any chance?” you asked him hopefully.

Jinyoung shook his head. “Uh, no. The reporters were in front of my house so I slipped out through the back…”

“Can you drop it by the school later? I’m going to staying back pretty late because I have to wrap up after the event is over. It might even take till midnight and the buses stop running at 9 so I need a way to get home. It’s not too much trouble, is it?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off here later.”

You gave him a small smile as you turned to go back indoors. “Bye, Jinyoung.”

“Bye.”

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The PTA fundraiser left you drained of energy.

You would much rather have dealt with a hundred kids at once than with a handful of parents. At least kids could be made to see reason, they could be convinced with a little bit of logic (however flawed). Adults, on the other hand, believed that they knew best and that things had to be done exactly the way they wanted. Adults were unreasonable. Adults liked to throw around their authority.

You had never wanted to get into bed so badly.

You stayed back late to clean up after the fundraiser was over. It wasn’t required of you, but it was something that you somehow ended up volunteering to do. All the other teachers had families to go home to and kids to take care of. You only had an empty apartment.

Asking them to stay back instead of you felt selfish.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged out into the parking lot to see that the bicycle racks were empty. Shit. Had Jinyoung forgotten to leave the bicycle behind for you? Where was he?

You pulled out your cell phone and then sighed. Damn Park Jinyoung. He didn’t even have a stupid phone. It was far past the time that Mr. and Mrs. Park would have gone to bed and you didn't want to wake them by calling them. But your apartment was too far to walk and you would have to pass by the pub; you had no interest in meeting the town’s drunkards alone in those narrow alleys at midnight.

You sighed and dialled another number.

“Jackson, hey. I’m so sorry, I know you just left a little while ago, but…”

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It was 1am when you heard a loud banging on your front door.

You had just finished taking a shower and were getting ready to slip into bed when the noise began. Your heartbeat racing, you grabbed hold of a kitchen knife quickly and then slowly approached your door.

“Who’s there?” you yelled out, voice shaking.

The voice that replied was muffled. “Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung? At this time of night?

You opened the door carefully. The first thing that hit you was the awful smell; Jinyoung stank of sweat and cheap beer. His eyes were red and his face flushed as he looked at you almost wildly.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders to look at you properly. His hands were trembling and he seemed unaware of how loud his voice was. “Are you all right? I was looking for you everywhere!”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Wow, you’re drunk.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry- I’m so, so, sorry-”

“How about you come inside before you bring my neighbours running over with all of your noise?” you snapped. You had little patience for drunks, and knowing that Jinyoung had been out getting drunk instead of returning your bicycle did not please you. “Where have you been?”

Jinyoung stared at you helplessly, his arms waving around as he spoke. “I-I was just going to get one drink, I swear. But it led to another and I totally forgot about your bike and I was so scared that you might have walked home because I know that path passes by the pub and it’s not safe-”

“Relax,” you told Jinyoung as you guided him gently towards your couch. “I didn't walk. I called Jackson, he drove me home.”

“Jackson? Wang? Why? Are you guys close?” he asked, plopping down heavily on the couch.

You shrugged. “He’s a good friend.”

Jinyoung paused for a moment and then hung his head quietly.

“We used to be good friends.”

You looked down at Jinyoung properly. He was a wreck. His dark hair was a tangled mess and the light blue dress shirt he was wearing was wrinkled with a beer stain on it. There were even large sweat stains under his arms; he’d probably cycled all the way here in a panic.

And he’s one of the Most Eligible Bachelors under 40. If only the magazine had seen him like this.

“We’re still friends,” you told him lightly. “Although it wouldn’t do any harm to return my bicycle when I ask for it. Do you want a glass of water?”

Jinyoung blinked at you dazedly. “Do you have beer?”

“Absolutely not. Haven’t you had enough?”

His lower lip pouted slightly as he stared down at the floor. “I’ve been drinking all evening but I haven’t reached the point where I feel good or forget about my problems yet. In fact, I keep thinking about them even more. How about a cigarette?”

“You will not smoke in my house,” you told him with a firm glare.

To your surprise, Jinyoung suddenly smiled. It was only a gentle curve of his lips but you spotted it and frowned at him with your arms folded across your chest. “Are you feeling proud of yourself right now? Do you think your behaviour is something to laugh about?” you demanded.

Jinyoung looked up at you softly. “No.”

“Then why are you-”

“Because this is the first time you’ve given me that look since I came back,” Jinyoung admitted quietly. His voice trembled. “This is the first time you got angry at me. You don’t seem to get angry at me anymore.”

You didn’t understand. “Why would you want me to be angry at you-”

“Because you have to be angry with someone before you can forgive them. You have to first admit that they hurt you or that they did something wrong, and only then can you begin to repair your relationship,” Jinyoung whispered. He looked up at you and you could see the tears brimming in his eyes. “So tell me honestly. Have you forgiven me already?”

You swallowed. “I was never mad at you to begin with-”

“You’re lying.”

You clenched your fists as your heartbeat thudded. “I’m not lying. You’re drunk. You should drink some water and you can sleep on the couch-”

Jinyoung looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot yet surprisingly clear. “You are lying. Either you’re lying or you’re not the same girl I remember.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because the girl I knew wouldn’t have pretended to forgive a friend to spare his feelings. She would have grabbed me by the shirt, looked me in the eye, and said Park Jinyoung, you’re an absolute bastard for leaving me here when I was having a hard time. She wouldn’t have spared my feelings. She would have expected me to be there for her because that’s what friends do. They count on each other.”

You closed your eyes. How had Jinyoung seen right through you? Even after 10 years, how could he see through you like you were made of glass?

“I’m not angry,” you tried to tell him slowly, even though you weren’t sure who you were convincing anymore. “Because I never expected you to be there. You were busy and I had no expectations-”

Jinyoung scoffed. “You’re lying again.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. Friendship is when you help someone, because you trust that they would do the same for you. What you’re doing for me isn’t friendship. You don’t trust me anymore. If you have no expectations from me, then that’s charity!” Jinyoung spat out. Tears were brimming in his eyes and his voice was choked. “Is that what I am to you? Charity?”

You clenched your fists and let out a small, humourless laugh. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”

“What?”

“Where the fuck do you get off accusing me of treating you like charity? After what you did?” you snapped.

Jinyoung stared at you blankly. “Tell me.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to drag yourself back to what had been the lowest point of your life, especially not in front of Jinyoung. You didn’t know who he was to you anymore. How could you open up to him?

“I can’t,” you muttered. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jinyoung.”

“Please,” Jinyoung whispered. “Please. At least tell me I was a terrible friend for not being there. Tell me I was a terrible friend for not even knowing about your mother.”

You took a deep breath and sat down, your knees feeling weak. You had never imagined that you would have to sit next to Jinyoung and say these words to him while he was drunk. Yet, as his dark eyes pierced into yours, he looked more sober than ever.

“It was my fault she died,” you whispered, shakily. “I know how hard my Mom worked to raise me. I know how much she struggled after my Dad passed away. The doctor told me her heart attack was probably caused by stress- years of it. She was growing old but she’d never even gone for a health check-up because we couldn’t afford it.”

Jinyoung stared at you silently.

“I needed someone to say this to back then,” you admitted quietly. “I needed someone who would listen to me and who wouldn’t try to convince me that it wasn’t my fault or that I didn't do anything wrong. That’s what everyone kept doing. They kept trying to comfort me but I just wanted someone who would listen. I wanted you,” you mumbled.

Jinyoung only nodded. His hands reached out to take both of yours. He grasped them tightly.

“I knew you were busy, but I always had this hope that maybe you would come to the funeral,” you whispered. “I thought… surely, whatever I did to make you cut me off, it wasn’t so bad that you wouldn't even turn up to my mother’s funeral. But the truth was that I couldn’t grieve properly because the hospital was hounding me about the bills, I…”

You took a deep breath. You hated thinking about those moments. You had felt so helpless and alone, backed into a corner. “I don’t think it even sank in that my mother was dead until a few days later,” you mumbled. “ I spent the first day wondering how the hell I was going to pay the hospital bills instead of thinking about her. Your mother tried comforting me, she told me it would all be fine and that she would call you for help.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes; tears were clinging to his eyelashes.

“She did,” he mumbled.

You felt the walls around you come crashing down as you looked at the broken man in front of you. You remembered how badly you’d wanted to see him then, how much you’d craved his comfort. You remembered how furious you had been when you realized that Jinyoung had abandoned you.

“I thought you would call,” you mumbled. “I didn’t want to disturb you but at the same time I trusted that you wouldn’t leave me alone at a time like that.”

Jinyoung’s voice was soft. “I’m sorry.”

“It would have been better if you hadn't done anything at all,” you mumbled. “Maybe then I could have forgotten about it in the mess that I was going through. But you didn’t. I got a call from your secretary the night before the funeral.”

Jinyoung lowered his head. His hands were trembling even as they held yours and you could hear his soft sniffle. “Shit,” he muttered, his voice thick with tears. “Shit, I can’t believe-”

“I thought you’d finally called. But it wasn’t you. I had to hear some strange woman tell me over the phone that Park Jinyoung is sorry he can’t make it to the funeral but he sends his condolences,” you choked out. You smiled humorlessly. “As if I was some distance acquaintance you barely knew. You sent me your condolences through your secretary.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know it was you…”

“And then she told me that if I would just email her a copy of the hospital and funeral bills then all the expenses would be taken care of,” you mumbled. “She said that she could send me as much as I needed, no limit. I was so embarrassed. I wanted-I wanted to tell her that you could go fuck yourself and that I didn’t want your condolences and your money. I wanted to refuse so badly, but…”

You hung your head in shame. “But I couldn’t,” you whispered. “I couldn’t say that to her because it was true. I had no other way of paying those bills. So I sent her the details and I let you pay for them. Whether you know it or not, you paid for all my mother’s hospital bills and funeral while I sat here and wondered how I had become such a worthless daughter.”

Jinyoung’s hands clasped yours so tightly that it hurt. His shoulders were shaking and you could see the sobs racking his chest. “I didn’t mean to-” he sobbed. Jinyoung’s tears landed on your clasped hands. “I didn’t mean to, I swear…”

You slowly removed your hands from his. “I have the accounts,” you muttered. “I’ve been saving up to pay you back. It might take me a few more years but-”

Jinyoung flinched. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s not open to discussion, Jinyoung.”

“Don’t say you’ll pay me back, please-”

“I will pay you back,” you said firmly. You took a deep breath. “You know why? Because I might be able to forgive you for not being there when I needed you. But I will never, never forget how cheap I felt the moment I ended that phone call. So don’t talk to me about charity; I know how it feels to be on the other end of it.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes. He felt light-headed and blank as he thought about everything you’d said. No wonder you didn’t consider him a friend. No wonder you couldn't bring yourself to be honest with him. No wonder there was something fake and forced about your every smile.

Jinyoung hadn’t just messed up.

He had destroyed something precious to him without even realizing it.

“It’s late,” you mumbled after a brief silence. “You should go to sleep. Here, just; make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll get you a blanket and some pillows.”

Jinyoung swallowed. “I-I can’t…”

“You’re not going anywhere at this time of night while you’re drunk,” you told him. You pushed him lightly so that he leaned back against the sofa. “Stay put. I’ll be back. I think we’ve talked enough for tonight.”

“Can you just promise me one thing?” Jinyoung asked quietly.

“What’s that?”

“Even if you don’t consider me your friend anymore, even if you’re just being nice to me because you’re that kind of a caring person… don’t give up on me completely.” Jinyoung looked up at you desperately. “Please. Tell me that I can fix things. Tell me I haven’t broken our friendship and my life beyond repair.”

You looked down at him. Lying on your couch in his crumpled dress shirt and the beer stains, Jinyoung looked pathetic. Perhaps it was because you’d finally let out all the resentment you’d been bottling up for so long. Perhaps it was because, looking into Jinyoung’s eyes now, you could see that he did care. But you suddenly didn’t feel so hollow anymore.

You didn’t feel so lonely in your pain.

“Everything can be fixed, Jinyoung,” you told him softly.

“Even us?” he mumbled.

You nodded. “Even us.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you.”

Jinyoung slowly closed his eyes and you went into the other room to get him a spare pillow and a blanket. He let you place the pillow under his head and snuggled into the soft blanket. You turned to switch off the light when you heard him mumble.

“You know something?”

“What, Jinyoung?”

“I thought that the most unbearable thing about being fired from the company was all the effort I’d put into it. I thought I couldn’t bear it because I’d done so much for it for the years,” he said slowly.

You blinked at his curled up figure under the blanket.

“But it’s not?” you asked.

Jinyoung shook his head. “It’s not how much I’ve done for the company that I can’t bear. It’s how much I sacrificed for it.”

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PREFERRED NAME — nora. i think i started going by it in like, 2009?? my full name is eleanor but i hated it n thought it was way too pretentious n i never felt like it fitted me so when i started writing on forums i decided i’d be a nora rather than eleanor and then my school friends called me it and it just kinda stuck, the only person who calls me eleanor is my mum

PRONOUNS — she / her / ethereal being beyond comprehension

AGE — 23 but i tell everyone im 21 because even tho time is literally fake im desperately clinging to that fleeting thing we call youth trying to catch it like smoke in my hands

PINTEREST — i actually have two. this one is my main one where i just cram all my shit n i’ve had it for years and some of its super unorganised. then i also have this one which is one i made for exclusively female characters. it started as mythological figures but now its like, women in literature and the occasional oc as well. variety is the spice of life!

DISCORD — lindsay lohan’s meth#8664

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — i used to be froseths but now im pvrscphones cos ya gal is a fucking whore for mythology

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE — oi oi guvna ere’s me twitta. also here’s my letterboxd n my goodreads if anyone still uses tht

MYER-BRIGGS — enfp / infp border .... the classic profile of a lit student

HP HOUSE — hufflepuff, am fuckin mad.

ZODIAC — libra which is a joke because i am in no way balanced but i guess i AM indecisive and a peacekeeper so?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — i believe it when it says good shits gonna happen in my life and blame it if bad shit happens but i don’t strongly follow it i just find it interesting

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — maybe like 14?? my first rp blog here is literally so embarassing i wrote as clove from the hunger games n my best friend irl wrote cato :/ it was wild

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — like 9 years ago?? 2010 maybs

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — me n my friend ellie made this really cool group the summer before we left for uni which was loosely based on a concept mentioned mayb once in the divergent series, but it gave us loads of freedom to make it our own thing. it was called the fringe n it was like..... this dystopian society where people with different genes were cut off from the rest of society n lived in overrun slum cities where different groups had like, a monopoly over weapons, produce, etc.... my character jack was the leader of this lost-boy-esque tribe called the wolf pack who were hunters n used to run across the rooftops wearing the skins of animals they’d killed and engage in tribal rituals with sacrifices to the gods n shit. sounds lame but everyone there was so invested in their character arcs that it was a shame to see it go. but ! it kind of reached its end point so we blew it up w nukes n they all died. tragic.

WHAT WEIRD ANIMAL WOULD YOU HAVE AS A PET IF IT WAS REALISTIC — a fox?? do ppl keep foxes? idk i’ve always just felt a sense of connection w them like when a fox stares at me im like this shit is life i am living and breathing in this bitch.... visceral

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — everbody party tonight by cobra man n summer girl by haim..... not my usual stuff but big summer chillin vibes,.....

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — lord of the flies and also the handmaid’s tale. one of assignments was to write a chapter from another character’s perspective n i chose moira

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — skellig. fuck off with ur asprin ugly bat man i don’t care. also of mice and men. don’t care about the rabbits or curley’s goddamn wife.

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — im not a big binger bc i find it jst makes me depressed if i watch tv all day but im nearly finished stranger things season 3 n i recently finished euphoria (big rec but proceed w caution as quite triggering content)

FAVOURITE QUOTE — cool girl speech from gone girl. but also “there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” i know its like.... such an overused quote but it really encapsulates this kind of feral girlhood that a few of my characters like bridget n greta have tapped into. i also loved the line “i feel like i could eat the world raw” from song of achilles, that really captures this kind of.... pure n childlike enthusiasm tht i wanna achieve w rory

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — this is my energy completely am always covered in glitter n staring broodily out of the windows of ubers at 4am like im in the sad bit of an indie film

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — uhh.... not as much as i shd.... i want to be a writer so i shd be makin some effort to get my stuff Out Into The World but im just not.... lol. ive done a lot of poetry collections . i wnt to finish a novel @ some point too.

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — bold of you to assume i trust any youtubers

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — id literally die for saoirse ronan n timothee chalamet :/ chance perdomo also owns my ass.

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — i once high-fived dani harmer, the actress who played tracy beaker. today my sister text me tryin to make me guess what celebrity she just saw on holiday in wales and for ages she let me think it was timmothee but it was actually bradley walsh from the chase :/

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — i am in a bomb ass crop top and mini skirt, several scrunchies in my hair, glitter all over my face, wearing cowboy boots. we eat dinner in a trendy but affordable pub that doubles up as a cocktail bar n then we drink zombies or sex on the beaches n go to a rave where everyone is on the same wavelength n i share drugs with girls in the toilets and we swap numbers knowing we will never text each other but its ok bc in that moment we feel like we are soulmates and everyone is super drunk n touching everyone else n its all very visceral and we walk through the woods when the rave ends and lie in the grass because we wish to suck out all the marrow of life

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — princess diana was murdered

ARE ALIENS REAL? — maybe the real aliens are the friends we made along the way

PLAY ANY PHONE GAMES? WHICH ONES? — love island game im addicted and way too invested in my fictional relationship with bobby, a cartoon

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — bold of u to assume i remember my childhood. but if we’re talking last 10 years angust, thongs n perfect snogging is so so cringe

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — pairs of glasses belonging to other ppl when they break / get new ones even though i can see perfectly well.

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — mythology...... always a craving and a wish i’d read like ancient texts but my school wasn’t good enough to do greek or latin or any of that shit n even tho i could read english translations i cant be bothered. also criminal psychology

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian, french and latin

MOVIE YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN 5 TIMES — ladybird, about time, angus thongs, shrek 2, what we do in the shadows, the history boys, atonement, coraline, the breakfast club, ferris bueller’s day off

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — cecilia lisbon. rue in euphoria. alison brie in glow. adam parrish in the raven cycle. richard papen. olivia cooke’s character in thoroughbreds. allen ginsberg in kill your darlings. lily in sex education. holliday grainger’s character in the film animals --- i too am an aspiring writer who never writes and just gets drunk instead .

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no. cba

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — i go to the movies basically every day bcos i work in a cinema. im also a voracious reader n i occasionally do theatre or costume making

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — where the wild things are (film by spike jonze). animals. beats. the book fen by daisy johnson and a girl is a half formed thing by eimar mcbride. andy warhol’s biography from a to b and back again

WHOSE BRAIN WOULD YOU LIKE TO PICK, ALIVE OR DEAD? — phoebe waller-bridge on how i get her life. carey mulligan on how she got to be such a good actress n how i can become her. maybs wes anderson. maybs gillian flynn. i tend to listen to podcasts w the ppl i really wanna pick the brains of.

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? — edward :/

LAST MOVIE SEEN IN THEATRE — blinded by the light n i lovd it

DO YOU STILL READ? — when i finished uni i kinda got out of the habit but this week i finished two books so ive set myself the challenge of a book a week.

IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING? — i finished song of achilles yesterday n i also finished call me by your name yesterday. started circe by madeline miller today, im also partway through milkman by anna burns and the plays of annie barker

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 3 i didnt hate it bcos at heart i am self-indulgent and love fashioning some sense of self when i feel lost in a world that is scary and constantly changing

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Dimension Wave Chapter 29 — Dimension Wave: Conclusion

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It wasn’t clear who landed the final blow, but Cerberus let out as if he had been torn apart. At the same time, a flash of white light blinded everybody in the instance as they braced themselves for the next attack. The light dissipated and revealed white clouds on a backdrop of blue… just as the skies had been before all of this happened. White petals blew across the battlefield; we were now in a field of flowers in full bloom.

“We did it!”

Everybody was in high spirits and some were crying out from our shared triumph.

“Good job, team.” “Well done!” “That was a doozy.” “Hell yeah.”

A victory fanfare played in the background—this is an MMO, so of course it did. I sat down on the bed of flower as both my—as both Kizuna†Exceed’s body and mind were exhausted. The tension and anxiety I was holding back crushed me all at once now. It was extremely stressful avoiding getting hit as a Spirit.

—The first wave of Dimension Wave has been defeated!

The game popped up a message in my vision. There was also a ranking of who contributed the most. Let’s see where I placed…

—Overall rank #77: Kizuna†Exceed

Looks like I’m 77th place among all other players. There were a few other rankings as well.

—Total damage given rank #1: Tsugumi†Exceed

No surprise there. That scythe was great for crowd control.

Oh, there’s a ranking for resources contribution as well. Alto and Romina were in the top 10. They did a lot to back us up, eh?

Another category was “Everyday”. I assume that’s for like activities, like cooking and other roleplaying elements? I’m at #542 for that.

“Holy! Look! There’s someone who took 80,000 points of damage!”

That guy was #2 for most damage received, but who’s #1?

—Total damage received rank #1: Kizuna†Exceed

… hey, that name looks familiar! I fell prostrate on the ground. Now that I look at myself, my clothes had been unequipped, leaving me in my underwear.

Name/ Kizuna†Exceed Race/ Spirit Energy/ 19,550 Mana/ 8,100 Serin/ 46,780

Skills/ Energy Production X, Mana Production VII, Fishing Mastery IV, Hate & Lure I, Gutting Mastery IV, Cleaver III, Speed Gutting III, Naval Combat IV, Transmutation I

… well, that makes sense.

“Required level to equip… Energy, in my case…”

I never knew there was a level requirement for my clothes. They got unequipped because I don’t have enough Energy now, I assumed. Guess I don’t have much of a choice but to use my old equipment. I’m glad I kept everything in my inventory. I clicked out of the rankings and looked through other information.

—Buffs and item usage

There were patch notes for new skills, equipment, and other changes as well. More weapon types were added too. Something I was just talking about is the new specialization for scythes, called war scythes; dual blades derived from one-handed swords; and katanas from two-handed swords. I can’t tell for sure unless I check with the next one, but I’m sure there are new items and skills that are affected by each Dimension Wave.

Oh, hey, it said that fishing rods can now be equipped with reels. I’ve gotta get me one of those. I kept scrolling through the notes.

“Racial powers unlocked?”

That line caught my attention while I was skimming. First off, lemme see what’s in store for Spirits.

—Stone of Mediation implemented.

A crystal that allows its user to project their soul. Or, at least, that’s what this Spirit-exclusive rock claims to be able to do. Every Stone of Mediation has a different effect. Some may shorten the amount of time needed to produce Energy or reduce skills’ Energy usage.

Finally, it looks like we all get something from participating in Dimension Wave. Ranks 1-5, 6-100, 101-1,000, 1,001-5,000 all get different items.

And since I’m number 77, I should be getting something pretty decent. I clicked Yes on the dialog box asking me whether I’d like to receive my reward. Then, a slot machine with numbers and fruits on its reels popped up in my vision. After a quick spin, three icons of souls lined up in the center.

—Energy Blade obtained.

It looked so fitting for a Spirit like me, though the description looked far from normal.

Energy Blade Weapon type/ Not applicable Attack/ 0 Prerequisites/ Must be a Spirit User must have at least 2 Energy to equip this weapon. The user charges up the blade with Energy then unleashes all of it in one single blow. Beware that all charged Energy will be expended upon making an attack, regardless of its success.

All that’s there to the weapon is just its handle. It’s reminiscent of old movies and anime, like how the blade part would only appear if the sword chooses its wielder. It sounds cool and all, but I’ll hold off judgement until I try it out. Personally, I don’t have strong feelings either way. Since it’s a Spirit-exclusive weapon, it’s quite the oddball. I bet it’ll be tricky to use as well. At the very least, it’s not an option for me in my current state. It won’t be long until I’m back in business, so I’ll just keep it safe for now.

“Kizuna.”

Shouko showed up just as I had finished stowing away the Energy Blade into my inventory. Just like everybody else, I congratulated her with a “Well done out there”. But even though we’ve defeated the Dimension Wave, she looked less than happy. I couldn’t help but worry about her.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” “No, it’s just that… I overdid it out on the battlefield, causing you to suffer such terrible damage…” “Oh, that’s what’s bothering you? Don’t worry about it. The true winners in games are ones who enjoy themselves, isn’t that right?” “Still—”

Shouko seemed to be bothered about me losing my Energy. I had been swarmed by the mob, hurt myself in trying to protect Tsugumi, and nearly lost my life when I was drawing the boss’ aggro. Even if I had voluntarily done all that, she must be feeling guilty about all of the damage I faced. But I knew. I knew Shouko had tirelessly used her counterattack skill to protect me. Still, the fan-type weapon needs to be charged so, of course, she couldn’t block 100% of Cerberus’ attacks. Nevertheless, it was touching to hear that she had been thinking of me the entire time.

“More importantly, the sea! I mean, I’d love to head back out onto the water, but with the little Energy I have left, I’ll just be dead weight.” “Nonsense. I will help you reach… no, rather, I wish to be by your side and reach beyond the horizon together.” “I couldn’t ask for anybody better. I knew that before, but seeing you out there today, I’m even more sure of it.”

I can’t forget how graceful of an acrobatic Shouko was when facing Cerberus. And frighteningly, she’s as skilled as Tsugumi. Even though her prowess suits the frontlines much better, knowing her and her personality, I’m sure she’ll choose to stay with me. But I know better than to outright ask her to return to the frontlines.

“It’s been a long day. Let’s head back to the First and get some rest.” “Oh, but…” “Hmm?”

Shouko pressed her index finger to her lips, cueing me to stay quiet. Then, she looked over at Cerberus’ corpse. I get it now… gutting, eh? I was going to tell Roz and his party about the power of gutting-type weapons, but I didn’t get the chance to do so. I definitely had a hard time keeping cool back there. I mean, it’s only natural to get mad when someone insults you and your friends, right?

We made our way over to where Cerberus fell and eyed the other players. Many of them were already teleporting out of the instance since the raid was finished. The thriftier ones were walking home while the frontliners didn’t even bat an eye when they used their Tomes of Returning. Some of the braver ones were even saying how they’re headed off for the next battle. There were still too many people around for me to start gutting—that is if I still wanted to keep this a secret.

“Shall we stay here for a while? It’d be a waste to not enjoy the scenery.” “… yeah, why not?”

The bed of flowers was simply fantastic—both in the sense that it was beautiful but also unrealistically so. It’s almost as if the devs put it in here for us players to relax after the raid. Well, Cerberus’ corpse lying there kinda spoils the view though.

“Miss Kizuna!” “Oh, hey, Yamikage. Good work back there.” “I thank ye, but I bear exciting news.” “Ooh, what is it?” “I am now the highest ranked Spirit!” “Number one in the Energy rankings, eh?”

It’s no surprise for someone who has accumulated a total of more than a million Energy. I bet Circle Drain contributed a lot to her growth too.

“Where’s Sheryl anyway?” “… I have been here the whole time.” “Agh! Don’t scare me like that.”

Sheryl suddenly spoke up from behind me. I had no idea she was with us. It’s almost like she concealed herself or something. Well, I’m probably unperceptive because I’m just too tired.

Near the end of the raid, Sheryl was still fighting the mob to not get in our way. It’s boring, but someone’s gotta do it. Or rather, it shows exactly how considerate and attentive Sheryl is. Like that time with the bird-type monster who tried to run from us. She’s always there to back us up and to take care of loose ends. Anyway, it looks like we’re all back together now.

“I don’t think I need to explain much, but let’s enjoy the garden here while we’re waiting to do that thing I always do.” “‘Tis a splendid idea!” “‘kay.” “Yes, let’s.”

I’ll be honest. I’ve never sat around in a park to enjoy the cherry blossoms or anything like that in real life. But perhaps I’m still feeling the adrenaline rush from the fight, this was a little exciting. … I mean, as exciting as looking as flowers can be.

“It’s a little boring to sit around with nothing. I’ll make sure I take up cooking next time, so we can have a picnic or something.” “Will it not be straining your Energy reserves, Miss Kizuna?” “You’re right, but it’s something I should learn sooner or later. It’ll be useful for our voyage on the seas.” “That would not be a bad idea. We bring some food on board, but if we run out, we can rely on cooking.” “Since we have Shouko and Yamikage as specced purely for combat and Sheryl for crafting. I guess that leaves me as the team’s cook.” “… only if you’re okay with it.” “It’ll synergize well with my weapon type too.”

I’ll catch and cook our meals. Now that I think about it, I don’t do much with the fish after I catch them. Why didn’t I take up cooking sooner? The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. Hmm? It sounds like someone’s running up to us. It was Tsugumi and Roz’s party.

“Big brooooo!”

She barreled towards me and squeezed me tightly in her arms. Maybe because I’m low on Energy, but I didn’t have the strength to pry her off of me.

“That was some amazing support there, Kizuna.” “You too, Roz. Almost all of you are ranked in the top 100, right?” “Ah, we were just lucky.” “You guys wanna join us? We were just about to celebrate our victory.”

Roz looked like he thought about it for a quick second. Well, I don’t blame him for being hesitant in front of total strangers.

“I hate to say no, but we’ve got to get going.” “You guys heading out for more grinding?” “Nah, but we’ve gotta figure out our equipment and skills.” “Frontliners sure have it rough. Well, good luck with that then.”

They’re throwing themselves back out onto the battlefield right after a huge raid battle. Honestly, I’m ready to pass out already. Frontliners are just so impressive. Well, I mean, I’ve been in their position before too. I know just how addictive games can be. Roz didn’t look like he was here just to say hi.

“Anyways, I was hoping to talk to the girl with the fan.” “Yes? What is it?”

Shouko looked at him with suspicion. He’s gonna ask her to join their party, I bet. Well, after seeing Shouko perform like that during the raid, everybody should be begging her to join their parties.

“I was wondering if you’d like to join—” “No, thank you.”

She cut Roz off before he could even finish his sentence. Yamikage and Sheryl looked like they wanted to say something but judging by how quickly she rejected him, I don’t think anyone could change Shouko’s mind. It was a bit of a shock, frankly speaking. I wouldn’t have expected her to flatly reject him like that, given how considerate Shouko is. She was quick to understand what he wanted as well. But even for being such an upright and proper lady, Shouko has her brash moments too, I guess. To refuse him like that is not unimaginable. Rosette seemed a little taken aback as well.

“But with your skill, you’d be perfect for the frontlines.” “I will follow Kizuna no matter what.”

… I’ve knew from the get-go that Shouko is like that, but still, that’s super embarrassing for me. I can still remember how politely she bowed to me when we first met.

“I see… sorry for trying to poach your party member like that, Kizuna.” “No worries. That’s just how Shouko is.” “Yeah, I can tell… those bastards have no idea what they’re missing out on.”

I’m guessing he’s referring to Shouko’s previous party members. It’s easy to judge us Spirits by the rumors that surround us. A lot of people fall into a bad habit of blindly listening to whatever strategy sites or wiki pages instead of seeing it for themselves. It really is a shame for them. I’ve really hit it off with Shouko. Not only is she a great person, she’s real skilled at combat too.

“Alrighty, then we’ll be heading off.” “Gotcha. I can’t wait to fight alongside you guys again.”

Roz and his party waved goodbye before teleporting away. But my sister, Tsugumi, is still clung onto me like a koala.

“Listen…” “What’s good, bro?” “Your party’s gone already, y’know?”

Tsugumi looked over her shoulder to see no traces of her teammates anywhere. Then, she shook her head and looked at me.

“What’s up?” “… big bro, are you guys going to sit here and chill for a bit?” “That’s what we’re planning to do. What about it?” “…”

For some reason, Tsugumi was staring straight into my eyes. She only looks like this when she’s really concentrating at her games. She must be thinking long and hard about something. No one—not even Kanata—can break her concentration. It’s like Tsugumi gets into some sort of a trance. Shouko gets into a hyper-aware state like this sometimes too. But Tsugumi? She only gets like this when she’s doing something she likes… that is to say when only when she’s gaming. And seemingly as if she’s figured it all out, she beamed with a smile.

“Alright! I’ve made up my mind! See ya, big bro!”

Then, she disappears after using a Tome of Returning. What was that all about?

“Anyway. Let’s go enjoy the flowers, shall we?”

We sat around chatting until everyone around us had left.

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Some Grand Affairs Amongst the Normality - Chapter 3 of ??? (Dante/Reader)

Overall Story Rating: Mature Overall Story Tags: Alcohol, Big Snake, (Like literally a big snake), Blood, Body Horror, Dead Body Mention, Fluff, Gore Mention, Depressive Thoughts, Drugging, IV Mention, Nausea, Nightmares, Reader is regular boring Human, Reader likes to clean, Reader is also a troublemaker, Slow Burn, Suicide Mention, There was only one bed,

For This Chapter: Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Depressive Thoughts, Suicide Mention Additional: Blood and body mention Word Count: 4653

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/ Part 10/Part 11/Part 12

AO3 Link: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/Part 11/Part 12

“Hey!” Hearing the sudden voice, you jumped a bit, stopping yourself in place as you reached for the nearby towel. The door creaked open a bit just before you heard the voice continue. “I’ve got some spare clothes here, hopefully they fit?” As Dante finished speaking, you heard a bit of shuffling before the door was closed. You grabbed the towel, pulling it off its rod and began to dry off, happy that the snake gunk did come off easily; it just took a little bit of time to get all of it off completely, but you still worried you had some on you though, as you still felt kind of gross.

As you stepped out of the tub and caught sight of the pile of clothes on the sink’s counter, you heard some noises outside the door that sounded vaguely like ice hitting metal. Excitement filled you as the thought of what drink Dante was making came to mind.

You dried yourself off, your head going through the few drinks you knew of as you did so. As you grabbed the pile of clothes, you tossed the used towel over the shower rod before beginning to pull on the new clothes.

They were a little big, the shirt being very loose on your shoulders and the shorts hanging a bit, but as you tied the draw string on the shorts, they fit just fine. Looking down at the shirt, you recognized the pizza logo on it as the one from down the street.

You turned your head toward your pile of dirty clothes, wondering what to do with them as they just lay in a pile of snake blood. Sighing, you slowly picked them up into one hand, using your other hand to turn on the bathroom fan and then opening door.

As you stepped out of the humid room, your eyes caught sight of Dante behind the bar who was mixing up some sort of drink. Watching as he smiled at you as he poured a few shots, you felt your lip twitch a bit just before you looked for a trash can nearby. Spotting a few of them around the room, you walked over to the one that was the least full, or rather, the only one that wasn’t overflowing with garbage, tipping off the lid of it with your foot before slamming your dirty clothes into the bin. Replacing the lid on top, you heard a chuckle behind you.

“Not even going to try to get that blood out?” Dante said as he leaned himself on the bar.

“Nope!” You said as you walked over the bar and sat down on one of the stools. “It would be way too much work to try to get all that out, I’ll just grab a new work vest from work. Not…sure how I’ll explain what happened to it to my boss.”

“Just say there was a hunting accident, or something.” Dante suggested as he slid a shot glass toward you, one that was a pleasant light lime colour.

“Do I look like the kind of person who goes hunting?” You replied, voice flat as you spoke. Picking up the shot glass, you lifted it a bit and tried to catch a waft of the smell to guess what was in it. Having never smelt something like it before, you felt a tinge of worry hit you. “What…in the world is this?”

“A surprise!” Dante grinned as he held up his glass. Mirroring him and meeting his glass in the air for cheers, you both tapped down your glasses on the wooden bar before pulling them up to shoot them.

It would only take this one mix drink for you to realize that Dante would be the worst bar mate on the entire planet.

It took everything you had to not spit out the drink, as when you shot it, the small bit that landed on the back of your tongue made you throw yourself forward, free hand coming up to cover your mouth at the taste, and your hand holding the shot glass couldn’t help but knock over the glass as you slammed down on the table top a few times.

Swallowing as fast as possible, you felt the burn all through the back of your throat, with the little bit of tongue that was unfortunate enough to get a taste feeling the burn too, and you felt the drink heat up your entire body as it made its way to your stomach, leaving a rather unpleasant after taste in its absence as well when the burn finally edged away. Feeling the heat settle deep in your stomach, you started counting in your head to distract you from the rolling your insides were doing.

“What the actual fuck did you just give me?” you exclaimed when you finally felt like you were clear from expunging everything from the inside of your body. Tears sitting on the edges of your eyes, you looked up at Dante, who was leaning on the bar watching you, lips turned up in a cocky smile.

“Oh, nothing that bad! You said you’d drink anything, so I made anything.” The man said as he stood up tall again. “Want another one?” Watching as he poured another 2 shots into 2 new glasses, you felt your stomach turn at the sight of the horrid liquid.

Holding your hand up to him to indicate you’ll be passing on whatever monster creation he made, you watched as he preceded to shrug and down both shots, your eyes widening a little when he grabbed the second shot glass and shot it like the drink in it didn’t taste like how a dumpster smells.

“Geez, you trying to forget something there?” you said as Dante set down the glass.

“Nah, it just takes quite a bit more alcohol to hit me than most people.” He replied, hands slowly grabbing all the glasses and setting them within in each other in a neat stack by the wall.

“Oh, is that cause you’re part demon?” you asked, slowly kicking your feet. Getting a nod and verbal confirmation from Dante who was making his way out from behind the bar, you smiled a bit. “So, there are downsides to being a demon too, huh? From all I’ve seen, it’s only been positives, like being super strong and that cool transformation thing you did earlier.” You said as Dante sat himself down on the couch near the bar, feet quickly coming up to rest on the table before one crossed over the other.

“Cool transformation, huh?” He chuckled a bit, arms coming up to rest on the back of the sofa. “Yeah, there’s downsides too. Like I’ll have to drink three times as much liquor before I feel anything, or how I’m almost constantly hunted down for being the son of a pretty famous demon.”

“Whoa, really?” As you hoped down from the bar stool, you looked around the room for a new seat, deciding upon Dante’s desk chair as a good seat. Grabbing it and spinning it around once, you slowly lifted it up, huffing as you did so, and carried it over the table where Dante had his feet. “So, are you famous then?”

“You could say that?” Dante said, scratching under his jaw with one finger, one eyebrow up as he looked at you. “You ever hear the legend of Sparda?” Thinking for a second, you shock your head lightly.

“It sounds familiar, but I don’t think so? Wasn’t that the name the fat demon called you that one time?” you asked, your body feeling warm slowly as you felt the edges of your head begin to be affected by the alcohol. “Shit, Dante, how strong was that drink you gave me?” Dante snickered as he ignored your second question.

“Yeah, it did. But I’ll spare you the boring details, especially since there’s a lot of mystery around Sparda, but he was a pretty powerful demon back in the day. At some point he settled down, got hitched, had some kids, and then disappeared basically.” Watching Dante as he spoke, you found your eyes focused on his mouth as he spoke, almost mesmerized by the story he was telling. Hearing a snapping sound suddenly, your attention was brought back to Dante’s eyes, quickly going between them and his hand that he was now snapping at you. “Earth to lightweight, you good?”

“Oh! Yeah!” you replied, feeling your face turn red quickly at the situation. “Sorry, that drink hit me faster than I thought, kind of got lost for a second.” You admitted, tapping your fingers on your kneecaps as you spoke. Pulling your gaze down to your hands, you tapped for a few moments before looking back at Dante, catching his eyes on you and almost causing you to jump.

“You still have questions to ask about demons?” he asked, his gaze focused on you as he spoke.

“Oh, yes! I wrote them down too!” Jumping up from your spot, you ran into the bath and looked at your bag, still completely covered in snake blood. Peeling open the top and carefully fishing around inside for the paper, you grabbed it and shook it off as you pulled it out, thankful that it didn’t actually have any gunk on it. You closed your bag again, quickly rinsing the spots of snake blood off your hand before drying it and returning to the main room.

“How many did you write down?” Dante asked, surprised to see the paper you held.

“O-Only a few.” You lied as you sat down, shuffling a bit in your seat to get comfortable. “Okay, you ready?” you asked. Seeing Dante smile and nod, you started at the top and began with the first question you had come up with.

With each question you asked, Dante made sure to answer each in detail, making sure to take his time in answering each one, even the ones you weren’t sure he would have a complete answer for.

Every few questions, Dante would suggest doing another shot, or a half shot as the night went on and more and more drinks were consumed, promising each time that he wouldn’t make the same drink he made before.

Keeping his promise, he gave you many different drinks, some of them being pretty decent and not making you want to fall over from the taste, but a few were pretty bad, causing your body to recoil a bit as you took them down. And each time you’d get a horrible one, Dante would offer you a club soda as a chaser, which helped tremendously with washing the taste and feeling down.

Time went past you without you knowing, the drinks kept getting poured and you learned more than you expected to, your mind creating more questions the more Dante answered. With each drink you took, the harder you found it to focus on the words that Dante was saying as the night went on, you sometimes just focusing on him as a being.

For most of evening you found yourself in the chair sat across from him, your feet often crossed under you or sitting on top of the table just before you. But at some point you found yourself sitting next to Dante, your body turned to face him as he spoke on, your legs crossed under you as you leaned back against the arm of the couch.

Dante spent most of the night sitting in the same position, his arms thrown back over the top of the couch and his legs sitting on top of the coffee table in front of him, often one crossed over the other. As you watched his mouth move and words come from him, you tried your best to pay complete attention to what he was saying, finding it hard to do so with the effects of alcohol making your attention terrible and senses far more dull than you wanted them to be.

You would often nod at him, trying your best to indicate that you were still in fact listening to him, unaware of what exactly he was saying sometimes. When he suggested to you that you stick to only half shots, you agreed on the terms that it was getting late, completely unaware than the man knew you were spacing out, your spaced out gaze being obvious to him when he would turn to speak to you.

The number of questions you asked seemed innumerable, and you would sometimes pause to write down a new one the times you were able to keep your attention on his words. It had seemed like the horrible evening behind you was years away with how long it seemed like you and Dante talked, the questions you kept asking that kept him talking took the grasp of time you held and hid it from you, something you were grateful for.

It was only when the sun began to peak through the window behind where Dante sat currently did you realize just how long you had been there, your head flying around to a nearby clock to see that 6 o’clock was right around the corner. Cursing loudly, you turned back to Dante.

“Huh, morning already?” He said, yawning shortly after as he looked out the window behind him.

“I guess I’m spending today sobering up.” You said, still feeling the fuzziness of alcohol affecting your senses. “Shit, but I’m supposed to work tonight! And I’m not anywhere near sober enough to go in!” Running your hands through your hair and resting your elbows on your knees, you felt your leg begin to bounce as anxiety hit you.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll go and explain to them what happened to you.” Dante said, slowly raising to his feet and stretching his arms out above his head. Sitting up in your seat slowly, you looked up at the tall man, leg still bouncing as your hands remained out in front of you just hanging in the air. “You probably need to get some sleep anyway; you’ve had quite a few drinks.”

You looked over to the pile of glasses on the bar, not having bothered to look over there since your first shot, and saw Dante was right; you had had more shots than you’ve ever had in one sitting before during the evening. It wasn’t surprising that you were still feeling drunk, but it was surprising you weren’t tired yet.

“No, not yet. I’m not feeling tired yet anyway, and I should explain to my boss in person what’s going on.” You said, slowly standing up and also stretching, feeling your elbows pop as you did so. Shaking out your arms a little, you followed Dante, who surprisingly didn’t protest against you not wanting to sleep.

“Where do you work again?” he asked as he held open the door for you. You stepped outside, telling him where you work and then rambling on about how long you had been working there before going on to tell him about all the people you worked with, the alcohol still in your system causing you to ramble on more than typical. Dante followed behind you, listening intently as you continued on with your spiel, giving occasional verbal input that he was still listening as you both walked on.

Soon you finished talking about everyone at work, your body following the path to where you worked on instinct as you walked in silence and watched all the early morning people beginning their days. It was a sight you didn’t ever see, as you’d usually be asleep for a little bit longer before waking up to begin your own day.

As you walked in silence, your mind began to replay all the questions and answers you had received during the evening before, slowly letting you go over each of them in order of asking them. One of them, the one you asked about demons living among the world, had given you the most surprising answer, as Dante had explained that demons could look like almost anything, even just a typical person.

The answer had gotten you to think about everyone you interacted with every day, the people whom you met at work daily, co-workers you had known forever, even old friends of yours, and how literally anyone could be a demon and you’d have no idea of their existence until now.

It was an eye opening surprise, but one you welcomed, as you had never been hurt or had any atypical trouble with anyone before, so if anyone you had met before was a demon, there was no reason to be upset about it because they had never caused harm to you, nor harm to anyone you knew.

But there were sure to be demons that would hurt people, hell, you caught one in the act just last night, and it was surprisingly you had never heard about demons with all that was happening in the world right now. Maybe you just hadn’t been paying attention, or maybe it was those cases of completely unsolvable crimes you heard about, but it was almost shocking that knowledge of demons wasn’t more common.

But there was no guarantee that it was demons who were causing crimes where a perpetrator couldn’t be found afterwards, it was just as likely that a human could’ve decided to hurt someone else for their own reason. There was no telling how many humans and demons were in the world, so there was no way to quantify how many of each were bad, so it may just come down the same number of humans and demons who were bad and decided they needed to harm others for some reason.

Your eyes catching sight of the library just down the street, and you brought yourself out of your thoughts, pointing at the building to show Dante where you’re heading to. Grabbing the door and throwing it open a little too excitedly, you took large steps inside, making sure to put your foot down loudly to let whoever was inside know that someone was coming in, with you having a little too much fun stomping about like a toddler.

“Good morning! We’re not op—” came a voice from the back, and as the voice got louder, you watched as your boss rounded the corner to the back, stopping when his eyes saw you. “Wait a second, what’s going on? Did you forget something here last night?” He asked, eyes a bit wide from confusion.

“Morning boss!” you greeted optimistically. “I need to talk to you about something. It’s nothing bad, but something I needed to bring up sooner rather than later.”

“Oh, what’s up? Does it have something to do with Dante here?” he asked, surprise hitting you as you turned around and saw Dante waving at your boss.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” Dante said, small smile on his face.

“Wait, you know each other then?” you asked, turning back around to face your boss. You walked up to the counter in the front, resting your hands on it as you leaned on the top of it. “That’ll make this way easier then!”

“Oh yeah, we go way back.” Your boss said, walking up to the opposite side of the counter and leaning on the wall near it. “So, what’s happened?”

“Well, you se—”

“You know that fat snake fucker that’s been running around here recently?” Dante said, cutting you off. You turned your head to face him, confusion filling you at his honesty about the demon snake.

“Yeah, the one that was running around claiming he was a god or something? You finally find him?” you heard your boss ask at Dante, your eyes turning back and forth between the two as they spoke.

“Yep, that one. I did catch him, but there might have been a blood bath from it, which may have ruined someone’s evening.” Dante said, pointing at you behind his other hand. “And then lightweight and I spent most of the evening drinking, trying to forget that ugly ass face.”

“Wait, are you drunk?” your boss asked at you. Flushing a bit, you nodded, really hoping you could have tried to walk away from here without him knowing how long you had been drinking for, hoping to play the whole situation off as a more light-hearted joke and mistake. Hearing a small laugh from him, you looked back at Dante, your lips pulled tight. “Well, that sounds like a horrible night!”

“It was awful! That thing was so ugly, and persistent too, it was going to eat someone near my house and I just couldn’t let that happen!” You explained, turning back to your boss. “So, I’m not going to be sober enough for my shift tonight.” Feeling a hand come down lightly on your shoulder, you looked up at your boss, a smile on his face.

“Don’t sweat it, this is a pretty special situation, so I’ll let it slide. Just don’t try to show up drunk, that’s all I ask.” He said, lifting his hand. “I’ll work the late shift tonight, it’ll be nice to see all the late night regulars again.”

“I think I can do that.” You replied, grinning a little. Your grin died down a little not long after, a new thought coming to your head. “Wait… Boss, how do you know about demons?” Waiting for a reply, you saw your boss’s eyes look toward Dante for a moment, him mouthing something you weren’t able to understand just before he looked back toward you.

“Well, uh… I’ll let you guess.” He said, face more serious than you had ever seen since you had known him. Staring at his face, you let your eyes wander over his features slowly, his sunken eyes that always made him look tired, his crooked nose that was covered in thick sun spots, and his cheeks that had only a few less sun spots than his nose.

As the moments passed, you felt your attention shift to something within your chest, that small persisting feeling that you sometimes got when meeting new people. It was duller than normal, with alcohol still being in your system and although you had sobered up a bit from the walk here, it still lingered, dulling your senses about the world around you.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was just a weight that sat near the center of your being, there wasn’t any heat or pain with it, just a density to it. You had always thought that it was because of anxiety, as meeting new people wasn’t something you really enjoyed, instead preferring to keep to yourself or going to work if you felt the need to socialize a bit, but sometimes the feeling persisted past the first meeting where it seemed to exist only when certain people were around.

Maybe, thinking about all the people you had met in the past, it wasn’t anxiety, but something more innate to you, something that wouldn’t have ever made sense before because of your lack of knowledge.

Wait one fucking second

“Are you…a demon?” you finally asked, your voice coming out quieter than you meant it to. Seeing no change in your boss’s face, you knew the answer already, needing no confirmation from him. Pausing for a second, you felt your lip twitch a bit, a small chuckle leaving you. “And here I thought there wasn’t anything to you past finding new ways to get people to come visit the library.” Hearing a laugh from your boss, you smiled a cheeky grin.

“Now, don’t get me wrong, I do live for spreading my love of reading, but of course that’s not all I have to me!” he said, a smile painting his face too.

“Could’ve fooled me!” you said, pulling your hands off of the counter. “With how excited you always are for work, I would’ve put money on you having been born just to help people who stumble in here.” You paused for a second, thinking about some of your coworkers that gave you that dense feeling as well. “Does that mean that there are others who work here who’re demons too?”

“Yes, there are, but it’s not my place to tell that, so I’ll let them do that.” Your boss said, him pulling himself off of the wall and turning to face Dante. “You may want to help this one get home, if you two were drinking all night, I have a feeling a wicked hangover is coming.”

“Oh yeah, that’s the next stop after this.” Dante replied, slowly stepping up behind you and placing his hand on your shoulder. “You ready to head out?”

“I definitely don’t want to go home yet, my roommate’s going to yell at me as soon as I get in the door!” you groaned, turning and facing the tall man. “How about this? I come back to the shop with you, have a few more drinks, and clean up the place? If I’m drunk enough, then I’ll have no memory of how awful that’ll be! And I can’t have a hangover if I stay drunk too, it’s the perfect plan!” you suggested, a grin on your face as you began to walk to the door, turning around for a second to wave at your boss.

“I think you’re just trying to get more free drinks out of me.” Dante said, grabbing the door before you and holding it open. You stepped outside, you spinning in place for a moment before walking toward the shop. “Hey, lightweight, your place is the other way!”

“I didn’t bring my bag with me! I need that before I can go home!” You said, grinning almost from ear to ear as a groan left Dante. Turning your head a bit to catch a glimpse of the man following you, you returned your gaze to your front, the smile not leaving your face as you watched all the people around going about their day, some of them noticing you and smiling a bit as they waved at you walking down the street. “You’ve got more trash bags somewhere in that store, right?” you asked back toward Dante.

“I think so?” he replied, voice a little uncertain.

“You’d better, cause I’m not leaving ‘til that whole place is spotless!”

“Why?” catching up to you, you turned and looked at Dante, a confused look on his face.

“As a thank you.” You answered. “You know, cause, well… you saved me. O-Or I guess, rather, you helped me not get eaten by that demon. That definitely wasn’t how I wanted to go.” Watching as Dante raised an eyebrow at you, you felt yourself flush a bit. “I-I mean, it’s not like I was planning on going, it’s just an expression and I wasn’t thinking about it anymore, at least not since that night with fat and ugly, cause I’ve been fine since then it’s just th—” hearing a laugh from Dante, you quickly felt your entire face turn red as you returned your line of sight forward. “Oh dear, this is terrible, how much more of a walk do we have?”

“Just a little farther, I think you’ll be fine though.” Dante replied, a hand coming up and pushing itself into your hair, completely messing it up. Feeling the hand leave, you felt your lips pull tight, your hands coming up to fix your hair quickly. It was only a few minutes later that you saw the shop in the distance, your mind focusing on making a plan of how to make the whole place presentable to visitors. You knew it was going to take a long time, but you were fine with that, cause that meant you’d be staying at Devil May Cry all day.

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choco-chip-cookie · 7 years

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.2

Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.

Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirl) kinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/ Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.

“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.

“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”

“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”

You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”

“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”

“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.

Jamie hopped up and raced to the door, her eyes widening for a second at being so close to one of her idols. You shook your head at the girl, collecting your belongings and walking over to the door to stand behind her.

“H-hi.”

“Hey.” He smiled,“uh, is Y/N here?”

“Yeah, she’s right here.” Jamie reached back to grab your arm and you smiled nervously.

“Hey.”

“Hey, princess.” He gave you a once over, a slight smirk on his face.“ You ready?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, stepping out of the house and saying goodbye to your friend.

Calum opened the passenger’s door for you and you quickly climbed in, strapping yourself in. He jogged around the front of the car and got in himself, starting the car and driving off.

“Your legs look amazing.” He practically moaned and you felt your face heat up.

“Thank you.”

“You’re a shy one, huh?"he questioned as he stopped at a red light, looking towards you for the few moments he could.

"More like awkward.” You laughed lightly.“ Plus I’ve never been in a predicament where I had a sugar daddy either so..”

“So you are agreeing, then?” Calum smiled and you nodded your head slightly.

“Yeah…just need to set some ground rules.”

“Fuck, this is going to be so much fun.” Calum mumbled under his breath.

You could tell he was beyond excited, his smile as big as a kid’s on Christmas Day. You on the other hand wasn’t as excited as Calum. You really didn’t understand how it worked at all, and it didn’t help that he was basically somewhat a stranger. You were more nervous than anything.

“Yesterday you told me you don’t really like fancy restaurants.” He began and you looked over at him.“So, I figured you’d like a pizza parlor because who doesn’t like pizza?”

“Crazy people don’t like pizza.”

“Exactly.”

It only took a few minutes longer before he pulled up at the pizza parlor. He had told you all about how he and his band mates usually come around here often since it’s secluded and they have the best pizza in town. After the waiter had set you at your table and took your drink order, Calum had asked you to tell him more about yourself. You told him the typical stuff: where you’re from, your hobbies, favorite foods and colors. He never interrupted and seemed as if he found you truly intriguing.

“Are you two ready to order?” The older blonde smiled at the couple and Calum nodded.

“The usual for me, Kelly.”

“Extra cheese or hold off this time?” She questioned.

“Eh, extra cheese wouldn’t hurt.” He shrugged.

She then turned to you with a kind smile.“ As for you, sugarpop?”

Calum snorted at the nickname, finding it ironic to your current situation. As you explained what you wanted on your pizza, Calum scrunched his nose up in disgust.

“Did you say pineapples?”

“Of course.” You smiled.“ What is pizza without pineapples?”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Oh my God.” You shook your head.“ I don’t think this deal is going to work out.”

Calum laughed at this, taking a sip of his drink before speaking again.“ Ive never tried it, but I’m pretty positive it’s awful.”

“Well, I’m just going to have to change your mind.” You smiled and he bit his lip as the two of you stared at each other.

“I can’t wait to get you alone.”

“About that…” you began, reaching up to twirl a coily strand of hair nervously.“ H-How does this work? Like what do I have to do?”

“Oh, uh…I guess as long as you make me happy and do me favors, you can ask for whatever you want.”

“So, if I wanted a Gucci purse I’d have to have sex with you for it?”

“It doesn’t have to be just sex.” He shrugged.“ You could always suc-”

“Refill?” Kelly questioned and Calum tried to hold in his laughter at the expression on your face.

You nodded your head as she poured the drink into the cup and walked away. Calum yelped when you kicked him under the table, not being able hold it in any longer.

“It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want anyone to know about this.” You demanded.“ I don’t want to be in the media or known as your hoe.”

“Already ahead of you on that one."

"And…” you trailed as you thought of the rest of your demands before you fully accepted.“ I’m not into kinky stuff, so don’t try to over do it. I’ve only had sex a couple of times since I’ve graduated.”

“How old are you again?”

“Nineteen, sophomore in college.”

“Okay, that’s cool.”

You saw Calum’s face light up and the smell of freshly baked pizza filled your nose. You were practically drooling by the time Kelly sat your small dish pizza in front of you and the two of you stopped your conversation to dig in.

“Holy shit, it’s so good.” You moaned as you chewed the pizza, nearly coughing when you heard Calum’s comment.

“You’ll be moaning that a lot more soon.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh at your embarrassed expression, finding your innocence to the situation beyond amusing. You were just glad that due to your melanin skin, your face never flushed red and further embarrassed you.

“I’m starting to think you like seeing me flustered, Hood.”

“It’s quite amusing.” He shrugged.

“Here, you have to try this!” You held a piece of your pizza up and he shook his head.

“No thanks.”

“Come on, Calum, it’s amazing.” You stood to move over to his side of the booth, the slice of pizza still in your clutch.“Take a bite.”

“There’s too many pineapples on that slice. What if I don’t like it.” He tried to reason, but you weren’t having it.

“Taste it.”

“No.”

“Please.” You begged, giving him what used to be your famous puppy pout. You haven’t pulled that one in a while.

“If I taste it, can I get my first favor tonight?”

“Uh…” you looked at the ground.

You have to start sometime soon anyway. You spoke to yourself before nodding your head in agreement.

“Fine.” He gave in, taking a bite of the pizza.

You watched his expression intensely as he chewed the pizza, trying to analyze how he was feeling. After he swallowed, he only stared back at you before leaning in and taking another bite.

“You like it!” You cheered in triumph and he rolled his eyes, playfully, pulling the slice from your grasp.”I told you it was amazing.”

“Shut up.”

You and Calum both finished the personal pans of pizza, laughing throughout the whole conversation the two of you had. Once again Calum helped you into the car before driving you back to your home.

“What type of music do you like?”

“I’m more of a RnB type of girl. Yanno, like Chris Brown, Kehlani, Rihanna.” You list a couple of your favorite artist.

“You listen to any of our music?”

“Honestly, no. The only time I do is whenever my best friend blasts it in the car, but it pretty catchy.” You admitted.“ Maybe we can sit and listen to it together sometime.”

“Sounds pretty cool.” He agreed.“Well, here’s your stop.”

Calum parked his car in front of your apartment complex and you unbuckled your seat belt.

“Quick question.”

“Yes?”

“Do you consider me tying you up or blindfolding you too kinky?” He asked you with a serious face and you blinked a couple of times, deciding on your answer.

“I don’t think there’s nothing wrong with being tied up.” You finally said, giving him a flirty smile and he grinned.

Calum, for the fourth time tonight, jogged around the car and opened the door for you. After you stood up and gathered your belongings, you were startled when Calum pushed you up against the now closed car door. He was so close that you could smell the minty gum he was chewing and the smell of his cologne. Somewhere mixed in was the hint of coconut and you quickly realized that you’d fall in love with the strange mixture.

“Calum..?”

“You promised me a favor, remember?”

Then his lips connected with yours. The kiss was simple, no tongue was even involved at first, but when you pulled back and saw the fire in Calum’s eyes, you knew you needed more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, his tongue darting inside of your mouth the second he got a chance. As your tongues clashed together, mixing the taste of mint and the sweet tea you had brought to go, neither of you could get enough. Calum’s hand trailed down your body, rubbing the sides of your thighs and trailing back up to rest on your plump but, lightly massaging the supple skin there.

“Y/N?” Your neighbor, Connor, and his boyfriend,Felix, stopped with their mouth agape as they saw the position you were in.You pulled back quickly and waved awkwardly at the two, tugging at your clothes.

“Hey, you guys. What’s up?”

“Girl, you’re so coming over for drinks tonight.” Felix winked and the couple began to walk to their apartment.

You sighed and looked back at Calum, wanting nothing more than to have his lips against yours once more. He smirked and licked his now swollen lips, eyeing you like you were the last meal on earth.

“What?” You laughed lightly at the look, pushing your curly strands away from your face.

“I can see you’re not all that shy. You just need the right person to bring the freak out of you.”

“And I’m guessing you think you’re the right person?” You teased and he pulled you close to him once again, but this time his hand snaked down in between your legs.

Praise the lord for shorts. You thought, glad that he didn’t have easy access to your most private part.

“I know I’m that person.” He spoke lowly, his voice raspier than what it was not too long ago. He ghosted his lips down the base of your throat, planting a soft kiss to your collarbone. “And you secretly know it too.”

“Calum, my friends are staring at us through their window.” You almost whispered, not trusting your voice if it were any louder.

Calum chuckled lowly pulling away from you and looking behind him to see that indeed, the two guys were not so secretly peering at you through the window with no shame at all.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Uh, sure. I guess so.”

“Think I want to take you to the park on the other side of town. It’s gotta nice view.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You agreed.

Calum pressed a kiss to your lips and lightly sucked on your bottom one before going to get into his car. You waved timidly, getting a wink in return before he pulled off, leaving you to recollect your thoughts.

“Who the hell is that, Y/N?!” Connor yelled from his window and you threw your hands up in the air, exasperated.

“What the hell, Connor?!”

“Hurry your pretty little ass up here, Felix is making martinis!”

You simply rolled your eyes, laughing at the situation you were in and making your way up to their apartment. Maybe having a sugar daddy wouldn’t be such a bad idea at all.

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brettoniowritingblog-blog · 7 years

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Life Changing News

They won’t all come this fast but I was on a roll today. So, enjoy the Brettonio feels. :)

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Chapter 2: Chaos

Sylvie did not like this. It had been a week since she found out she was pregnant and her morning sickness had been horrible. So bad, in fact, that she called chief this morning to tell her that she needed tomorrow off. There was no way that she could make it through a shift like this. Sylvie crawled out of bed only for her stomach to turn. She sprinted into the bathroom and threw up last night's dinner into her toilet. She collapsed back onto the cool tile of her bathroom floor. Her throat burned and tears prickled in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full-length mirror. Sylvie’s hair was tied up in a bun to stop herself from puking on it. That was a lesson that she had learned quickly. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top because she couldn’t seem to cool herself down.

A knock on her door made her groan. She pulled herself slowly off the floor with a sigh Sylvie stumbled to the door and swung it open. When she saw who it has she resisted the urge to crawl into her bed and die. “What are you doing here?” Her voice came out scratchy and strained. Antonio stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, and pressing his arm to Sylvie’s forehead.

“I came to check on you,” Antonio answered her. Continuing to check her over. “Gabby called me and said you called in sick.”

Sylvie scoffed pulling away from him. “I just have bad morning sickness, Antonio,” Sylvie said just as her stomach began to turn again. She shoved him away and ran into her bathroom and locking the door behind her.

Antonio winced at the sound of her retching. When it finally subsided he knocked on the door. When she didn’t respond he began to worry. “Sylvie let me in.” Again nothing. “Sylvie, I kick down doors for a living. Let me in before I ruin yours.” He heard the lock click. He shoved the door opened and saw her on the floor. He lifted her bridal style and carried her back to her bed.

Antonio sat down next to her, giving her a worried look. “I’m fine, Antonio. This happens.”

He gave her a disbelieving look. “Laura had two kids, Sylvie. She never got like this.” He touched her head again and shook his. “Besides I think you have a fever.”

Sylvie, annoyed about the fussing, pulled away from him again. “Shouldn’t you be working? I thought your job kept you busy.”

Antonio ignored the jab about their break up. “When was the last time you ate something?”

“Last night.” She pulling the blanket around herself, suddenly cold. “And before you ask. No, I didn’t keep it down and no I won’t be able to keep down anything you give me.” The was the last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep.

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Antonio was amazed by how fast Sylvie had fallen asleep. It usually took her forever to fall asleep. She must be exhausted if she fell asleep this quickly. Guilt quickly spread through him. Ever since that day at his office he’d been pretty much MIA when it came to Sylvie and the baby. He had been consumed in the custody case with Laura. He’d managed to tell his kids about the baby and they had both been excited. He dreaded the day that Laura found out. No doubt she would try to use it against him in court.

Antonio moved into her bathroom, grabbing a bucket and sponge and began cleaning up the vomit that was spread around the floor. Cursing himself again for already being an absent father to the newest addition to his family. In truth, he wasn’t really sure how this was supposed to work. He and Laura had been married and by the time they split up the kids were old enough to understand. How was he supposed to get time with his baby when it would depend on Sylvie when it was born?

After Antonio finished with the bathroom he moved into the living room cleaning the mess that had been collected in the last week. He knew that Sylvie wasn’t a slob and it just enforced the fact that this baby had already exhausted her and she’d been this sick on her own. She hadn’t even called him and why would she? He’d broken her heart. Antonio went to put a pad of paper in the drawer of her coffee table and saw a small familiar picture. He pulled it out with shaky hands and fell back into the couch. It was a sonogram, she had her first sonogram and he’d missed it. Three days ago she had called him while he was in a meeting with Laura and their lawyers and he didn’t call her back. Antonio felt like such an idiot.

He jumped, startled by the sound of a toilet flushing. He got to his feet in time to see Sylvie stumbling into the room. “You didn’t have to clean up,” Sylvie mumbled crawling onto the couch. “In the third cupboard in the kitchen are my pills, can you get them for me?” Sylvie croaked.

Antonio went into the kitchen and grabbed the prescription pill bottle. “Sylvie, what is this for?”

She took the bottle from him and took two pills. “They are pills to help with my morning sickness, but it’ll take a few days to kick in. That’s why I called in sick for tomorrow.”

Antonio felt more in the dark then he should. “When did you get these?”

Sylvie shot up realizing she had said something she wasn’t supposed to. “Don’t be mad.” She said pulling herself into the sitting position. “I called you, I swear. I was taken to the hospital three days ago for dehydration. They gave an IV and when I was discharged I got the prescription.”

Antonio really wanted to shoot himself now. “Sylvie, I’m so sorry.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and took her hands. “I’m going to do better now. I’m here and I’m actually going to be here. This is new territory for me.”

Sylvie cut him off, glaring. “You think this isn’t new territory for me?” Sylvie yanked her hands away from her hands from his. “I have zero experience with any of this and my only comfort is that you did. I end up hospitalized and you are nowhere to be found!”

Antonio moved next to her on the couch and pulled her against him. She set her head on his shoulder and wiped the tears that she hadn’t realized began falling. “I’m sorry, Sylvie. I’m so sorry.”

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Antonio had been true to his word after that day. He checked on her daily whether it was in person, through texts, or even a phone call. Today, she was getting ready for her first scheduled ultrasound and he was due to pick her up at any moment. Excitement bubbled in her chest when a knock sounded through the house. Sylvie’s smile dropped when she saw who it was. “Laura, what the hell are you doing here?”

Laura pushed past her and into her house. “You think I wouldn’t find out!” Laura faced her, red in the face. “He dumps you and your plan is to trap him with a baby!”

“Trap him?” Sylvie yelled back. “I didn’t-”

“Did you even think about my kids before you did this!” Laura was marching closer to her. “Now you’ve taken their father from them and trapped him into another family that he didn’t want. If he did maybe he wouldn’t have dumped you. But guess what Sylvie Brett he did and you-”

“LAURA!” Sylvie turned around to see a fuming Antonio in her doorway. “Get out of this house right now.”

“Antonio-”

“No!” He yelled slamming the door behind him making Sylvie jump. “You have managed to ruin every part of my life and you will not ruin this! I will not let you destroy my children. Any of them! That includes the one that Sylvie is carrying. So. Get. Out.”

Laura stared at him in shock for a moment before practically running out of the house. Sylvie stared at Antonio. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “Come on, this isn’t going to ruin the day.”

Sylvie was inclined to agree but something Laura had said bothered her. “She’s right about one thing,” Sylvie said making Antonio look up at her, worried. “Your kids Antonio. I didn’t even think about how this would affect them.”

“I’ve already told them, Sylvie,” Antonio assured her. “And they couldn’t be more excited.” She sighed in relief setting her head on his shoulder in relief. “Can we go see our child now?” The two laughed and got into Antonio’s car.

Sylvie only made it through twenty minutes of the car ride before guilt about Laura flooded through her. “You have to apologize to Laura.” Antonio nearly slammed on the breaks at the words that left her mouth. “She’s the mother of your children, Antonio. You can’t just speak to her that way and I know she’s been horrible to you, but you two are in the middle of a custody battle and you need to try and keep it civil.”

Antonio didn’t want to apologize to Laura but he knew Sylvie was right. Things needed to go smoothly with Laura and he didn’t want Sylvie to think that he would ever speak to her the way he did with Laura today. “Okay, I will call her tomorrow.” Sylvie glared at him. She wasn’t going to let him push it off. “Today is our day, Sylvie. You get to live with our baby every day. Going to your sonogram appointments is the only time I will have to get close to the baby so please, just let me have today.”Sylvie wanted to argue, she wanted to tell him that he should fix things right away. But the fact that he cared so much about the baby stopped her and she decided to be selfish today and keep him to herself.

They didn’t have to sit in the waiting room long. Within ten minutes Sylvie was sitting on an exam table with her shirt up and her pants unbuttoned. The ultrasound technician moved the wand around her stomach. Antonio took Sylvie’s hand and held onto tightly. This was his third child and he was just as nervous as his first.

After a few moments of silence the perfect heartbeat of their child. Sylvie looked up at Antonio with tears in her eyes. “That’s our baby.”

Antonio leaned down and kissed Sylvie’s forehead. “That’s our baby.”

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Sylvie planned a lunch with her sisters to tell them about the baby. Now that her morning sickness was under control she could now leave her house without fear of puking on pedestrians. She’d waited until she had an ultrasound so that she could give them both a picture to tell them. Sylvie sat nervously at the empty cafe table waiting for them to show. Heather, her older sister showed up first, kissing her sister on the cheek. Anna, the youngest of the three came running up late, still in her work clothes.

“So, what’s this 911 meeting about?” Heather asked, her excitement nearly bleeding out of her. Sylvie rolled her eyes and pulled two envelopes out of her bag and handed them over.

Anna rolled eyes at her older sister. “You always did have a flare for the dramatic.”

Sylvie gave her little sister a mock glare. “Humor me Miss ADA Anna Valdez.” Sylvie watched as her sisters opened the envelopes and squealed. Anna shot up first wrapping her arms around her sister. Heather did the same before they took their seats. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Heather laughed. “Yeah, we don’t know anything about pregnancies.”

“That’s because you followed mom and Grandma’s lead and adopted children. So, all the women in my family have left me to fend for myself.” Sylvie chuckled.

Anna held up her hand to stop the conversation. “Wait, wait. Who’s the father?”

Heather’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, is it the hot Detective you were dating?”

“Wait, you dated a Detective!” Anna nearly shouted. She was always the last the know things because of her work. “What’s his name?”

Sylvie looked nervously at her little sister. “Antonio Dawson.”

Anna stared at her sister. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or annoyed that there wasn’t a part of her life that her sisters hadn’t invaded. “You are dating Antonio Dawson? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Sylvie could see her sister getting more and more agitated. “No, we were dating back when he was working for Hank Voight. When he got the job at the DA's office he broke up with me.”

Anna’s anger vanished. “Oh, Sylvie I’m so sorry.”

Heather spoke up, “He is going to be present in the baby’s life right?”

“Of course,” Sylvie said, making both her sister’s sigh in relief. “Speaking of kids. How is Allie doing at MIT?”

“She’s going perfectly.” Heather gushed. “And it’s given Callie the drive to try and out do her sister.”

Anna looked between her two sisters, “Rivalry between sisters. I don’t think any of us understand that.”

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Antonio was disappointed when he got the call from Stone about the case. He was supposed to be spending the rest of the day with Sylvie after her lunch. He met up with Nagel and Stone at the office. Valdez was nowhere to be found and he assumed that she was coming back from meeting with Sylvie.

“What do we got?”

Nagel was the first to speak. “Cassandra Reid was just found dead.”

Antonio’s jaw nearly dropped. Sylvie and Gabby’s lawyer was murdered. “Why would someone kill my sister’s lawyer?”

“That’s the thing,” Nagel said handing over a file. “She died from ingesting tainted dope, but none was found. The officers searched everywhere.”

“So what’s the angle?” Antonio asked, “Druggy? Suicide?”

“She didn’t do drugs!” Stone snapped, standing from his seat. “The angle you are working is, murder. Poison.”

“You think she was poisoned?” Antonio asked leaning up against his desk. “Doesn’t seem likely.”

Stone stood, buttoning up his jacket. “Good, prove me wrong.” He stormed out of his room and into his office slamming the door. Antonio raised his eyebrows at his partner who simply shrugged. The door to their office swung open to reveal a frazzled Anna Valdez. Nagel and Antonio shot to their feet and went to her side.

“H-Heather,” She stuttered, “She just collapsed and started seizing.”

“Who’s Heather?” Nagel asked her but it was Antonio who gave her an answer.

“It’s her older sister.”

“We were at the hospital.” Anna cried, “But I couldn’t wait there anymore. I-I need to send someone for my niece. She should be here and- Oh god- I left Sylvie there.”

Antonio grabbed his jacket and threw Nagel hers. “Nagel, You’re with Stone. I’m taking Valdez back to the hospital.” Antonio drove her back to the hospital where Sylvie was standing in the waiting room talking to Dr. Halstead. She nodded her head and Halstead left just as they arrived.

“What is it, Sylvie?” Anna asked her sister. “What happened to her.”

Sylvie had tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. “They said that she ingested a tainted drug. They said she might not make it.”

Antonio felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Stone was right. People were being murdered and Sylvie’s sister just became one of the victims.

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medicatemedrmccoy · 7 years

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Let the games begin - Ch. 3

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Today were taking it back to the Enterprise to see how Jim and Leonard are coping. You get three guesses and the first two don’t count :)

2,364 word(s) of angsty, sad goodness.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

I think I have decided on around 7 chapters. SO, if you wanted to be tagged for the rest, yay! just shoot me a message. If you don’t want to be tagged, then shoot me a message and I will try to keep my tears to a minimum, and go to my room until further notice. Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

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Jim sat in his Captain’s chair, wound up tight, barely hearing all the commotion around him. He had all the crew looking and listening to anything and everything that could possible give him a hint or a clue as to where you and Jo had been taken.

“Were being hailed Captain” Uhura exclaimed as she punched away at a few buttons.

“On screen” Jim ordered, tearing his face away from his hands to glace up.

The face of the Romulan who took you captive filled the screen. Jims eyes narrowed with anger.

“Greetings, Captain Kirk. So nice to finally meet you.” Ajek said, giving Jim a smirk.

“Where is my sister?” Jim asked frostily, gritting his teeth.

“Ah, straight to the point I see. Well, no need to leave you suffering. Your sister is suffering plenty enough for you both.” Ajek said as his face disappeared from the screen and video of everything you’ve been through so far began to flash on the screen.

From Kujeth cracking you in the head, to being roughly examined, to being chained up in the middle of the forest, to you attacking the man, to running from the wolves, to you finally flinging yourself and Jo over the cliff. The video feed cut out and Ajek’s face came back on screen.

Jim didn’t realize he had stopped breathing and his fingers were dug into the chair so deep, that they started to leave marks. His lungs were screaming for oxygen as he struggled to take in breaths, trying not to make it obvious. He had to keep it together.

“As you can see Captain, she is still alive, at least I assume. That tumble off the cliff did look like a long way down” Ajek sneered, trying his best to dig into Jim.

“Who the hell are you and why are you doing this to my sister?” Jim eyed him, barely keeping himself contained.

“Your sister asked the same thing, Captain. I’ll save you the agony of waiting and get on with it. My name is Ajek, but you might be more familiar with my father… Nero.” Ajek finished, reveling in the hushed silence that fell across the bridge.

There was a pregnant pause before Jim leapt up from his chair, yelling.

“You sick son of a bitch! This is about revenge isn’t it?! We offered your father help and he refused! It wasn’t our fault he chose to die rather than swallow his pride. My sister has nothing to do with his decision or his death” Jim spat venomously, hands resting on the back of his chair for support, chest heaving after his outburst.

“Captain…” Spock said quietly, coming in slowly to Jim’s side.

That was all he needed to say to get Jim to realize that he needed to calm down. Jim came back over and sat down in his chair heavily, still trying to catch his breath.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you let him die, Captain. He’s still dead because of you, is he not? You took away everything from me on that ship. Now I have everything important to you!” Ajek sneered “You will watch her suffer until the end. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to it. Until next time, Captain.” Ajek’s face disappeared as the video cut off suddenly.

The bridge was grave silent as they either continued to stare at the screen or stare at the Captain waiting for instructions. Jim sat there staring at the screen before he snapped out of it.

“Trace that call, run algorithms on it, do whatever you need to do. I don’t care what it takes, you find out where that came from. That’s an order”

The bridge came to life with a bunch of “yes Captains, right away Captains” as people returned to their stations.

Jim was still planted firmly in his seat, trying his hardest to keep it all under control, failing miserably. He didn’t even notice when Spock came to stand beside him.

“Captain” Spock began cautiously. He placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder lightly. So lightly that if Jim wasn’t seeing it, he wouldn’t have realized it was there. Jim sat there, staring at the screen where you and Jo were seconds before, barely able to breathe, his mind reeling.

“We will find them, Jim”. Spock promised quietly, staring at his friend in concern.

“You have the conn, mister Spock.” Jim said quickly as he shot up out of his chair and made his way off the bridge.

Leonard. He needed to find Leonard.

Jim had been searching and trying to comm Leonard for an hour to no avail, giving him the time to cool off before he had this talk with him.

“Where the hell are you, Bones?” Jim muttered to himself. Suddenly he had an epiphany. Jim about faced and headed quickly down the hall. He stopped abruptly and punched in the code on the keypad.

As the door to your quarters opened, Jim could see Leonard sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at a tumbler filled to the brim with bourbon.

Jim made his way inside and approached Leonard. “Jesus Bones, how much have you had?” Jim asked eyeing the empty bottles on top of the counter.

“Not nearly enough.” Leonard mumbled, slurring his words, his drawl out in full force.

“Well I think you’ve had enough for now.” Jim said softly as he moved the glass and pitcher slightly out of Leonards reach. Leonard made no movement to protest, only staring at the now vacant spot the pitcher previously occupied.

“Talk to me Bones, what’s on your mind?” Jim asked sincerely, trying to get his friend to look at him.

“You don’t wanna know Jim.” Leonard replied, refusing to look Jim in the face.

“Sure I do. Let it all out, It’ll be good for you.” Jim told him. Leonard said nothing at first and only steeled his gaze at the counter.

“Where the fuck do I start, Jim? I just lost my daughter, she wasn’t even here 12 hours and she gets kidnapped! What kind of father lets that happen?! God dammit, Jocelyn is going to kill me, Jim!” Leonard yelled, then paused for a moment and continued in a hushed cracking voice “Joce is never going to let me see my little girl ever again, Jim.” Leonard finally finished, slouching his shoulders forward in defeat.

“Like hell you won’t, Bones. Joce will have to get through me and Y/N first if she even thinks about taking Jo away from you” Jim said threateningly “Y/N would murder her, she already hates her guts anyway. That would just give her a good excuse”

“What about Y/N, Jim?” Leonard asked quietly, changing the subject. Jim sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Despite my obvious calm, cool, and collected exterior, I’m about to lose my fucking mind Bones. Were all each others got and I swear to God, if they hurt her or Jo…” Jim trailed off, taking Leonards grim demeanor into consideration.

“Bones, if anyone can protect Jo, its Y/N. You should be glad that she’s with her” Jim said, changing directions.

“Why is that, Jim?” Leonard asked, still looking the complete opposite of glad. Jim sat down next to Leonard, not looking forward to this conversation.

“I know I’ve told you some of our past, but never any details” Jim started, wringing his hands slightly.

“Details of what?” Leonard asked, finally looking over to Jim, knowing where this was probably headed.

“Tarsus IV.” Jim said quietly “this is going to require a lot of alcohol...” he trailed off as he made to grab Leonards full tumbler. Leonard sat in silence as Jim drained the glass in a few long pulls. He sat the glass down softly and refilled it, placing it back in front of Leonard. Leonard ignored it, giving Jim his full attention.

“You know the surface details, all the stuff in the news and the articles. What you don’t know is the lengths we had to go to to survive. Jim said as he began to stare at the place Leonard was staring at previously, trying not to concentrate too much on what he was saying.

“They had put us all in a group, all the children. The ones who were too young to be of any good, just a waste of resources. They led us out into the woods, and we knew what was coming. We had heard the previous screams and gunfire, despite them trying to keep us separated in a building. As they led us out into the woods, Y/N and I made a break for it, a few of the other kids followed our lead. Thankfully it was getting dark so it was hard to see, but still some of us didn’t make it” Jim closed his eyes trying to keep it together, taking a breath before he continued.

“We were out there for two months, give or take. Y/N was the only girl and the youngest to make it in our little group of eight. She had to work twice as hard for everything, fighting, hunting, climbing, getting enough to eat, you name it”

Leonard was completely silent, eyes wide, barely daring himself to breathe. Jim and Y/N never talked about Tarsus IV, and here Jim was, spilling his guts, trying to make him feel better. He felt a twinge of guilt but decided to ignore it. He wanted to know, he needed to know.

“And boy did she ever. The first month was hard, we barely had enough to eat, almost froze to death multiple nights, or almost eaten by predators. The other kids would pick fights with Y/N over food, sleeping space, anything and everything. Even though it sucked, it ended up helping us, by the end of the first month, Y/N could outfight any of the others, hunt better than any of them, and climb trees faster than anyone. That’s when we decided to go off on our own, and spent the last month just the two of us. Y/N kept us both alive for the most part, Bones” Jim paused, staring vaguely in the distance, as if in another place.

“Jim...” Leonard said softly, trying to bring Jim back to himself.

“Sorry Bones, that’s enough of that” Jim said crisply, making it clear that the subject was closed “so Bones, if anyone can take care of Jojo, and keep her safe, its Y/N. She would do anything for that little girl” Jim finished, grabbing Leonard’s ignored glass and downing it in one long pull.

“I know, that’s what I’m afraid of Jim.” Leonard replied softly, picking at the edge of a mat on the counter.

“What do you mean?” Jim looked up at Bones confused, sitting the glass down softly.

For a moment Leonard didn’t answer. When he finally went to speak, his lips parted but no words came out.

“Spit it out, Bones” Jim encouraged.

Leonard sucked in a deep, jagged breath. “I love her, Jim” Leonard finally spat out, looking Jim in the eyes.

“YOU WHAT!?” Jim’s eyes went wide in shock, practically leaping out of his chair.

“I love her, Jim.” Leonard repeated, the words tumbling out more freely this time.

“HOW, WHEN, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Jim proceeded to flip out, trying to think back and figure out when this all started and how the hell he seemed to miss it.

“Jim, calm down, please.” Leonard asked softly. Jim placed his hands on the back of the chair and lowered his forehead to rest on the edge of it.

“You love my sister?” Jim suddenly calm, lifting his head and slowly allowing a glare to overcome his eyes.

“Yes Jim, I do. I have for a while, mostly since working together in med bay. There’s just something about her, Jim. She’s like my rock. She keeps me calm, cool and collected when all I want to do is freak out. She makes me feel more like myself when I’m with her, more than I have in years. I don’t know what I’d do without her. I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t get her back Jim, or Jo. I can’t lose them… My baby girl... I can’t…” Leonard confessed as a tear fell down his cheek, giving him the most heartbreaking look that Jim had ever seen on his face.

Any anger that he had for his best friend falling in love with his sister, immediately dissolved. If anyone deserved his sister, hell, it was Leonard. Jim poured Leonard another glass and handed it to him. Leonard took this one without question and quickly downed it.

“We’re going to get them back, Bones. I swear to you, we’re going to get them back” Jim said resolved “The whole crew is working on it. We all want them back”. Leonard just sat there and wiped his cheek with his hand.

“Alright, Bones. I’m cutting you off for the night” Jim said as he took the tumbler from Leonards hand.

“I know, you’re right, Jim” Leonard said defeated, not even arguing with Jim.

“Want me to walk you to your quarters?” Jim asked, moving to help Leonard stand.

“No” Leonard said quickly “I’d like to stay here”

Not having the heart to refuse his friend, Jim just nodded in agreement. “Alright Bones, go get some rest. I’m going back to the bridge to see if anyone has found anything yet.”

Leonard only nodded in reply as Jim clasped his hand on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Hang in there Bones.” Jim said softly as he turned to leave and headed back to the bridge.

As the doors swished closed quietly, Leonard let out a large sigh and took a look around your empty quarters. Tears prickled at his eyes once more as he ran his hand over the back of the couch, where you all sat barely two days prior.

Leonard lowered his head in silent defeat as he rubbed his face with his hands as he staggered into your bedroom, maybe he did have enough he thought, as he leaned against the door frame for support. He slowly made his way over and crawled into your bed. He traced his hand over the sheets where you usually lay, still ruffled slightly from where you had slept last before leaving the ship.

Leonard looked over to your end table and saw Joanna’s favorite teddy bear that he got her for her fourth birthday sticking out of her backpack. He reached out for it and took it in his hands, looking into the teddy bears eyes for a few moments. He then placed his hand on the teddy bear’s head, feeling its softness, and closed his eyes. He pulled it close to him, squeezing it tightly, as the tears finally began to fall and soak into its soft fur. He buried his head in your pillow and inhaled deeply, letting your soft scent calm his frazzled and bourbon soaked mind as he slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.

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writinggeisha · 5 years

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Chapter 3: Reader Question : Description

Hey guys, (just a heads up, for a quick summary of tips you can just skip to the end of the chapter!)

In chapter three of 'oh my gods I can't believe you're actually reading something I once wrote when seriously sleep deprived' we are going to discuss how you can make descriptions work for you. I got this nifty question right here from a guest named Celeste :

First off im kind of making a 'crack' ship of two of my OCs. My problems are like when should I stop describing them? I tend to go on and on about it. Ive already decided to leave out some characters and have a bit of a storyline. Its just I need to know when to stop.

Also, terribly sorry Celeste but seeing as how you were on guest I couldn't really reach you other than posting a new chapter in this guide. I really do hope that you'll see this eventually.

Okay, so I can hear you thinking : weren't you like, the person who told us that excessive descriptions are bad? Well yeah, I was but I was mostly talking about wardrobe (and I'm also an idiot who does very little physical description in her own work but hush). Doesn't mean you can't make it work for you. If you are a bit of description nut it can be hard to kick the habit. Instead of going cold turkey you can use the stuff you are describing to show how your characters function, something which works great when working with Original Characters. I'm going to be level with you all, usually I describe my characters as little as possible. I mean, I drop clues every once in a while but I'm all about the action and plot. This doesn't mean I can't help you however.

The first thing what you do is know what your character looks like, something which Celeste has already done. Then you decide which elements are important and how you will introduce them. Note that the how is very important here because some tropes have been done so often they get boring. The trope you'll really want to avoid when describing characters is your character describing themselves. You know what I mean, they'll be looking in the mirror and start listing of traits.

Stop.

The problem with this is that it will practically always push you in two categories of characters. The vain or the I'm actually pretty but I don't see it myself.

The problem with a vain character is fairly simple. As people we generally don't tend to like others who are too self-absorbed. If a person looks in a mirror and all they see is how perfect the arch of their lips is and how their cheekbones catch the light so beautifully, we'll roll our eyes and be like 'sure babe'. On the other side of the spectrum is the character that is actually quite pretty but they themselves don't notice it. You would think this is a personality upgrade, and in some ways it is. But seriously? This trope again? Not to mention this is also the kind of person who deflects every compliment aimed at them. This reeks of false modesty, and there is no shame in admitting someone is at least decent to look at. You'll want to aim for a middle ground, and truth be told, it's very hard to hit the sweet spot. I suggest staying away from mirrors on the whole. (not you as a person of course. I mean, I check the mirror as well to see if my hair is in place or if I managed to spill sauce over my clothes. That's what they are for. That and checking my eyebrow game. But I digress.)

Avoid the information dump. That is where you get aaaaaaall of the information about a character in one paragraph. It's age and height and weight and color preferences and food preferences and what sort of people they like, but also their clothing preference and... do you get tired from imagining having to say all of that the first time you meet someone? I probably mentioned this before but try spreading information out in the story by mixing it in with your narrative. And instead of giving exact heights, give their height relevant to other characters (though it doesn't hurt to know the exact measurements yourself, your audience just doesn't need to know).

Honestly speaking, Celeste, we never stop giving information about our characters. The point is to do it subtly. There is also a difference between describing them and characterisation (something which quite often gets confused).

When you say you can't stop describing your characters, I imagine you're talking about the clothes and their physical appearance. Which raises the question, how peculiar looking are they? Let's take a look at one of the more popular books of our time, good ol' Harry Potter (belonging to JK Rowling). This is how Harry is first described in the books.

"Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright-green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape, " [book 1, chapter 2]

If you think that is sparse, try on Ron for size. "He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose." [book 1, chapter 6] (they're not even mentioning that he's a redhead!)

And to finish up, here's Hermione.

She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. [book 1, chapter 6]

These are the primary descriptions, something for your audience to hold on to while they are waiting for more information. During the story we get to know more about them but this is the first introduction. During a first introduction you want to give the audience what an average person would see when someone passes by on the street. When someone walks by we'll usually notice these things : color of clothing or lack of color and any distinct facial characteristics like beards or tattoos or whatever. After that, on closer inspection comes eyebrows and the like, maybe shoes. And only after that comes the really detailed stuff, like a weird ring or an odd button on their coat. Their conversation partner might only notice those things while they're having a cup of coffee two hours later. Which is good, because those details also signify new things about the other character. That punk rock fan might be wearing a Hello Kitty wrist watch, but you only see it from a certain angle. The serious looking secretary actually has multiple ear piercings, but the way she wears her hair makes it so you can only see it when it's in an updo.

What you do want to do is making sure you're giving the information at an appropriate time. When two people are discussing politics it doesn't make much sense for the conversation partner to suddenly compliment someone on their shoes (thanks, they're new!), but they will notice when someone else is wearing a pride badge or something like that (omg I just said something insulting and now I probably pissed them off). When two teens are talking they're most likely to notice things that signify common interests (I totally love that band and you're wearing their t-shirt?).

When your characters have known each other for a longer time, they'll notice other things about each other. A character can comment on a difference in looks or the lack of difference (this is the first time I've ever seen you wear an orange shirt! Why are you wearing cargo pants in this weather? You're wearing that Puka shirt again?) . When they're observing the other character they might think stuff like 'I wish my hair was so curly! or If there's one guy who manages to make unwashed shirts look cool it's him'.

You know what a really cool trick is? Characterisation through description.

By now you know your characters. I mean, like really know them. A is pretty uptight and prissy while B never gets enough sleep but does know how to cook really well. Just like how you can tell a lot about people by how they dress (or at least you think you can) you can do the same for characters. The uptight character might have a preference for fancy sweaters and there's hardly ever a crinkle in them, which shows others that she takes good care of them. Character B is often seen with a mug of coffee and food stains on his pants because he always forgets to put on an apron. The secretary has fiery red nails, which could be an indicator of her personality. The girl who wears her hair in a messy bun might either be a real fashionista (have you ever tried it? I fail every time T.T) or she's always in a hurry because she's a chronic oversleeper, meaning she doesn't have the time for anything fancy. The boy with the bag full of books obviously likes reading while the bandaids on his fingers indicate he's a bit of a klutz. The jock who's an ace at basketball is never seen without a lollipop, indicating quite the sweet tooth. Her girlfriend on the other hand is usually seen with remnants of flour in her hair because she bakes cookies every day.

What I'm trying to say is, you can keep adding description to your characters. But don't dump all the info on your readers in one go, and don't mention things that wouldn't make sense in the context. If you feel like taking it to the next level you can add details to hint at character traits that aren't mentioned straight out.

Quick cheat sheet :

Information dumps = big no no Character describing themselves should be avoided if possible Character description and details vary by conversation partners and situation. Different people notice different things Use details to hint at character traits (bandaids could mean klutzy, but also just good at sports or they often defend friends from bullies)

If there's any other questions you may have, or if you'd like a reference excerpt, just ask ^^ I'm happy if this helps even one person.

Also, remember that this is just my own way of doing things. Some of it may not work for you, and that's okay. Writers all grow in different ways and at different paces. Only you can write like you were meant to do.

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