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helloalycia · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

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summary: when you find yourself in a situation where you want to kiss Jackie, you're not sure you can make the first move. A fact made even harder when Nat is there to tease you about it.

warning/s: none really.

author's note: here's part 2! hope you like it whilst i sort through a ton of wips lol

I nodded along as Taissa was telling me about a colourful bird she'd seen earlier. We were eating some deer stew together outside the cabin, with the other girls settling down for dinner too, and it was basically a five star dinner with what we had out here.

"It was so pretty," Taissa finished. "And I swear it was following me."

I tried not to laugh. "Tai, I think you might have officially just lost it if the highlight of your day was a bird following you."

"Oh, shut up!" she said with a laugh, smacking me on the arm.

"Hey, don't take it out on my dinner!" I said lightheartedly, clutching my bowl of stew tightly with my one good hand.

"Idiot," she mumbled, but was smiling still.

"Hey, guys," Jackie said, joining us. "What did I miss?"

"Tai here was telling me about a pretty bird that wouldn't stop following her," I said with an amused smile, and it wasn't even an attempt at teasing her, but she nudged me again anyway.

"Quit it!" she warned, before giving Jackie a look. "It was so cool, Jackie."

"She's lost her mind," I told Jackie as she sat down opposite us with her dinner.

Jackie chuckled as she let Taissa tell her the story, and I stayed quiet as I heard it again. After Jackie gave her surprisingly positive input that didn't make fun of it, we all finished dinner and were about to get up together when Van called for Taissa, wanting her for something.

"It's okay, you go, I've got it," I told her, holding out my bowl. "Just put yours here."

"Thanks, Y/N," Tai said with a smile before stacking her bowl in mine, then looking to Van. "I'm coming!"

Joining Jackie, the two of us walked to the washing up area together when, suddenly, someone – I think it was Javi – ran past me and made me stumble backwards into Jackie. I bumped my broken arm in the process, making me curse as I inhaled sharply at the shooting pain up my shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" Jackie yelled after Travis, who was running after his brother for God knew what reason.

"Come here," Jackie said softly, leading me to the steps of the porch of the cabin to sit down.

She took the bowls from my hand and set them to the side before leaning down before me, her hazel eyes searching mine worriedly.

"You okay?" she asked.

I breathed out slowly, trying to imagine the pain leaving my body, but the abruptness of the shove had hurt pretty bad. "Yeah, I think so."

She sighed, shaking her head. "They're jerks."

"It's fine," I said dismissively, knowing it was an accident.

She frowned, eyes flickering between mine, and I was forced to look away because I hated the sudden attention, my cheeks flushing at it. After what felt like forever, she grabbed the bowls from beside me and stacked them in hers.

"I've got this," she said, squeezing my knee comfortingly before standing up.

When she walked away, I let out a quiet breath of relief, not realising how nervous I'd been. So maybe this crush thing wasn't so fun anymore.

—

With crushing on Jackie meant wondering if she even liked me back, a question I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to. Sometimes I'd feel like she did, whether it be her lingering glances or ability to make me flustered, but then I'd second guess it as her personality and feel stupid for even considering otherwise.

For example, one time I was playing cards with Coach Scott when the blonde found me, asking to join in. So, we let her and played a few rounds of Go Fish before coach's leg was hurting and he left to take a nap.

"You wanna play acorn soccer?" Jackie asked with a playful glint in her eye.

I chuckled at the immediacy of her question. "Sure, why not?"

As we packed the cards away and left them on the side, I glanced around, noticing a few of the other girls were free.

"Should we ask the others?" I asked Jackie before we headed off.

She pretended to consider it. "We could... or we could save the hassle and just stick to us two?"

"Jackie!" I scolded lightheartedly.

"What?" she played along, flashing me a smile. "Someone's just gonna complain and then they'll spoil the fun. I like when it's just us."

I sighed, but gave her a small smile. "Fine. Let's go."

She grinned and led the way, and I had no choice but to follow her. It warmed my heart to know she enjoyed our time together too, but it was also one of those moments where I couldn't tell if I was seeing more into it than there was.

Luckily for me, I received an unbiased opinion on the matter without even asking for it. After Jackie and I played some acorn soccer together, we returned to the cabin before dinner and Jackie left to go catch up with Shauna. As I hung around to help with the fire, Nat found me.

"Hey," I greeted her with a smile. "You just come back from hunting?"

"Uh-huh," she said, before studying me curiously. "I have a question for you, Y/L/N."

Intrigued, I nodded encouragingly. "Shoot."

She knitted her eyebrows together with curiosity. "Since when did you and Jackie become so friendly?"

I shrugged, tossing some wood into the fire.

"Ever since she's been hanging out with you, she's been... nicer," she decided. "What d'you do?"

I gave her a disapproving look. "She was never mean, Nat, c'mon."

Nat weighed it up. "I guess, but sometimes she could be a real b–"

"Nat!" I smacked her arm gently, making her laugh.

"Look, all I'm saying is that girl is different," she said, motioning to the blonde who was chatting with Shauna, thankfully not in earshot of us. "And she definitely likes something about you."

"What can I say? I'm pretty likeable," I said jokingly.

She smirked knowingly. "Not like that, Y/N."

I lost my smile as she left me to it, wondering if she was right. I'd always thought it, but maybe if Nat was seeing it too then I wasn't going insane?

—

A few days later, I was helping Mari to hang some wet clothes on the washing line we'd strung up when something caught my attention.

"And where've you been?" Van asked someone, and I wouldn't have been intrigued if it weren't for the nonchalant response.

"Nowhere," Jackie replied, clearing her throat.

Curious, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jackie returning to the cabin from somewhere or the other. The strange bit was seeing her clothes a little dirty, earth staining her denim shorts and white shirt. It was very unlike her to be so unkempt and dishevelled, from the mess of her hair to the mud on her nails. As the only one of us who seemed to actually still care how she looked, this was very out of the ordinary.

"Seriously?" I asked, reading Van's thoughts.

Jackie shrugged, wiping her hands on her shorts before heading around back, no doubt to wash off. I exchanged confused looks with Van before resuming with my job. Weird.

—

Struggling to sleep was something that hadn't really gotten better as time went on. You'd think it would considering it had been a month since we'd crashed here, but it was quite literally a hit and miss to whether I could actually fall asleep or not. And even then, at most, I'd get around five hours.

Tonight wasn't any different, and I was getting tired of the tossing and turning and forcing my eyes closed, so I accepted defeat and got up from my spot to sit in front of the fire. It was getting a little chillier in the air, the nights a little colder, and I feared what would happen when summer was over. But I tried not to overthink it right now, instead watching the wood burn a hot orange, embers crumbling off in the fireplace.

I sat there, hoping I'd succumb to fatigue soon enough, and then ten minutes passed and I heard movement from behind me.

"What are you doing?" It was Jackie, and she was yawning as she took a seat beside me, blanket hugging her.

Feeling bad, I said, "You don't need to–"

"Are you in pain?" she asked, waking up some more as she studied my expression.

"No," I breathed out, to which she relaxed. "Just couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?"

Another yawn, this time she tried to stifle it, and she shook her head. I wasn't stupid though, a frown on my lips.

"You can go back to sleep," I reassured her, in case she felt any moral obligation to be here.

Sly smile on her lips, she tilted her head to look at me. "Eager to get rid of me?"

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips, and she chuckled quietly as to not wake anyone.

She nudged me with her shoulder, taking on a serious approach. "What's up?"

I stared back at the fire, finding it easier to tell the truth when I wasn't looking at her. "Just a lot on my mind."

"Like?"

Sighing quietly, I said, "This. My arm. Being rescued. It's been a month, Jackie."

She fell quiet, exhaling softly. "I know."

I wasn't sure why, but hearing the defeat in her voice only confirmed my fears – that we might be stuck here forever. Frowning, I looked down at my arm, remembering the day we crashed. The day everything broke down. The last day of our old life, but the first of our new one. How depressing.

"I had a dream about a cheeseburger last night," Jackie suddenly spoke, surprising me at the randomness of her comment.

"What?"

"Yeah," she continued like it was normal, nodding, "it was fresh from the grill, had cold lettuce, pickles, onions, tomatoes, that really good burger sauce with the bits of pickle in–"

"Jackie," I stopped her.

She looked to me, confused and almost offended that I'd interrupted. "What?"

Bizarre, that's what she was, and it made me laugh. Worried I'd woken up the others, I looked around, thankful that everybody was still fast asleep, and looked back to Jackie with a stifled smile.

"What are you going on about?" I asked her in a low voice.

The fire was casting shadows across her face, making the glimmer of gold in her hazel eyes shimmer as she spoke. "There were fries too. Hot and crispy and perfectly salted."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, though smiling. "Now you've just made me hungry."

She laughed quietly, looking to the fire with approval. "Better than sad."

My smile didn't disappear as I admired her profile, the curve of her jaw, the soft smile imprinted on her face, her hair that was still messy from being asleep. I could have watched her forever, sat there like that, but then I noticed something stuck in her hair. A remnant of a leaf or something.

"You've got something in your hair," I said in a hushed voice, and she lifted a brow as she glanced at me.

"Huh?"

Figuring it was easier to get it out myself, I leaned forward and used my fingers to gently remove the leaf from behind her ear. She stayed still as I did, then I flicked it in the fire before looking back to her, realising she was watching me closely. It could have been the quiet of the night, the crackling of the fire, the proximity between us, but I was amazed by her beauty, eyes taking in her whole expression.

I was close enough to make out the freckles dusting her nose, her earth-coloured eyes which were focused on mine, even the pinkness of her lips as she licked them subconsciously, making my heart race in my chest. It would have been so easy to lean forward, to close the gap and kiss her, but I was terrified. What if Nat was wrong?

What if she was right?

No, I wasn't bold enough to make the first move. If Jackie wanted this – which, the longer she didn't move away from me made me feel like she did – she'd have to do it. Like the wimp I was, I pulled back, looking away. She sighed as she looked back to the fire, and if I couldn't sleep before, I definitely couldn't now.

"Thanks for staying up with me," I said, "but you should sleep."

"So should you," she retorted.

"I promise, I'll try," I said, before standing up and returning to my bed.

She did the same, the two of us tucking ourselves in a few beds over from one another. My heart was hammering away as I laid down, thoughts of Jackie infiltrating my head.

"Goodnight," she whispered.

I swallowed thickly. "Goodnight."

—

If wanting to kiss Jackie Taylor one time wasn't bad enough, having Nat tease me was even worse. She never outright said anything to me since telling me what she thought that one time, but she was certainly enjoying watching me squirm. Especially one evening, when we were all settled around the campfire.

I had my blanket wrapped around me as I sat close to the fire, appreciating the warmth. It wasn't super cold out tonight, but it was comforting nonetheless. Nat was sat on my right, a space between us, and then Jackie appeared, glancing down at me with a smile.

"This seat taken?" she asked.

Before I could even answer, Nat glanced at me with a stifled smirk, and I knew what she was thinking which made me embarrassed all over again.

Trying to ignore Nat, I answered Jackie, "No, go for it."

She grinned and sat in the space between us, and I gave her the other side of my blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn't huge though, and she was forced to sit a little closer, close enough for me to make out the smell of the perfume she still spritzed on every morning for a sense of normalcy. It was distracting, as was the feeling of her arm and leg pressed up to mine, and I willed myself to snap out of it.

Suddenly, some of the girls were cheering on the other side of the fire, and then I tuned in when I realised they'd agreed to play a game of truth or dare. Nothing like a typical dumb party game to get everyone's minds off being stranded in the wilderness, right?

Admittedly, it was a little funny going around the circle and watching the stupid dares involving the girls drinking moonshine and flashing themselves, or listening to the amusing truths about someone stealing money from their parents or lying on school tests. For a moment, it was like we really were just at a dumb party.

Then it was my turn to go and Mari asked me if I wanted to pick truth or dare.

"Hmm," I thought aloud, being sure to choose wisely. "I guess I pick dare. I mean, how bad can it be when I only have one working arm?"

"Wanna bet?" Van threatened playfully, a devilish smile on her face which made all the other girls laugh.

Smiling with amusement, I didn't doubt her ability to make a fool of me, broken arm or not. "Damn, truth it is."

Everybody fell quiet as they thought of something to ask, and I wasn't worried in the slightest until Lottie decided to speak.

"This is such a go-to, I'm surprised it hasn't been asked," she said with a chuckle, before looking at me. "Do you have a crush right now? Maybe a long lost love back home?"

My smile was still on my lips, though wanting to disappear as I blinked and became acutely aware of everyone's eyes on me, especially the blonde beside me who was very much the root of my crush.

"Nope," I said as convincingly as I could, making everyone groan at my boring answer.

I truly believed I'd gotten away with it until I looked to Jackie beside me as she was next, but instead caught sight of Nat's mischievous grin beside her. Swallowing thickly, I pretended she wasn't there and looked back to Jackie who was already considering her answer as Mari asked the question.

"Truth," she chose excitedly.

"Oh, I've got a good one," Van said eagerly, before fixing Jackie with a curious look. "What's the most disgusting thing you've done since being here?"

A few girls snickered, and I hid a smile as I awaited Jackie's answer. Everybody knew Jackie acted like a princess, so this must've been good.

Jackie thought about it for a moment, looking up in consideration, before she scrunched her nose with disgust. "Okay, nobody kill me," she disclaimed, piquing everyone's interest, "but I accidentally used someone else's toothbrush one time."

Almost instantly, everybody began to talk over one another, demanding to know whose toothbrush she'd used, but Jackie wasn't having it.

"I don't know whose brush it was!" she exclaimed, embarrassed and avoiding everyone's eyes. "I answered your truth and there's no follow up questions. Also, you should really keep your things out of the communal areas. Just saying."

I suppressed the urge to laugh as a few girls scoffed with disbelief. Jackie glanced at me, both embarrassed and amused, a smile on her lips.

"Okay, Nat, you're up next," Mari moved on. "Truth or dare?"

Nat leaned back on her hands as she answered nonchalantly. "Truth."

"I've got a good one," Shauna said, entertained smile aimed at Nat. "Who do you think has lied tonight?"

Everybody began to 'ooh' at her question, knowing it would be the start of some drama which we had so little of out here. I didn't consider it much, until Nat answered without missing a beat.

"Y/N."

I widened my eyes at her response, looking past Jackie and to a smirking Nat. Everybody was watching the two of us like a tennis match.

"What? Why?" I asked Nat calmly, not wanting to betray anything.

Nat only shrugged indifferently. "Dunno. It just can't be true that you don't have a crush."

I kept my cool as I said, "Well, it is."

"Maybe," Nat said, "but I don't believe it."

"Well, you're wrong," I said a little too quickly.

She laughed, unbothered by my defensiveness. "Okay. It's just my opinion."

My cheeks were flaming as I looked to the fire with embarrassment.

"Doesn't matter anyway," Nat added as an afterthought, enjoying tormenting me. "There'd be no way of you letting your crush know. It's not like they're here, right?"

I hoped Jackie couldn't feel the heat exuding from my skin as I sat there silently, distracting myself with my bottle of water and unable to respond to Nat's teasing. Thankfully, the subject was changed with the next person's turn, and I reminded myself to kill Nat later. She was enjoying this a little too much.

Once we'd gone around the circle once, it was getting late and a little nippy outside, so a few girls began to leave. Nat was one of them, winking at me playfully as she walked past, and just as I rolled my eyes, Jackie looked to me with confusion.

"What was that about?"

"Just Nat being Nat," I mumbled.

Unconvinced, she continued to stare at me with furrowed brows. "What was she doing earlier? Why did she say you were lying?"

"What?" I said, hoping to buy some time as I thought of a reason, because I definitely didn't expect her to say anything about it. "Oh, nothing. She was just trying to be funny."

Jackie licked her lips before pursing them. I thought she'd drop it, but then she narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.

"Is it Nat? Your supposed crush?"

I almost choked on my spit. "What?"

Her expression softened. "Is that why she was teasing you? Because you like her?"

Shaking my head instantly, I said, "No, no. That's literally not it at all. If anything, Nat is a pain in my arse."

Jackie hummed quietly, looking back at the fire which was on its way to burning out. I exhaled with relief, finding it ironic that she thought it was Nat who I liked. Oh, how wrong she was.

"So, whose toothbrush was it?" I asked, changing the subject, knowing she was lying earlier.

She paused. "Misty's."

I snorted with amusement. "Yeah, she would've killed you if she found out."

Jackie smiled in agreement, hiding her laugh. I couldn't seem to look away, lost in her stunning profile, lit up by the fire. It was deja vu. Her blonde hair appeared golden, her eyes a kaleidoscope of green and brown, and her lips... they were pink and soft and I wanted to kiss her again, just like last time.

She suddenly turned to look at me, soft smile gracing her lips, and I was too warm in this blanket, our bodies so close that I wouldn't be surprised if she could feel the heat from my skin, a consequence of how nervous she was making me with a simple glance. All I had to do was lean in, but I couldn't.

"I think you're lying too," she muttered with amusement.

Dumbfounded, I asked, "What?"

She clarified, "About not having a crush."

I raised my eyebrows, making her chuckle quietly before patting my leg.

"C'mon, it's cold," she said, before standing up and leaving me with me the blanket, probably assuming I would follow her.

But I was too surprised at what she'd said. That was a hint, right? She knew? She knew I liked her?

Should I have kissed her?

—

I wet some scrap material in the lake, my only source for something cold in the wilderness, and carefully wrapped my broken but healing arm in it. It acted as a terrible ice pack, but I sighed with relief at the cool feeling.

It had been a month and a half since we'd been stranded, a month and a half since my arm broke. I couldn't be sure it was healing correctly, since it still hurt when I moved it and looked a little weird, but the swelling was gone and I didn't need to rely so much on the limited medication we had.

Still, I couldn't do everything I wanted to and I really missed having two working arms. Even now, as I looked out at the lake and saw some of the others swimming in the water, I was jealous. God, I was so bored. Even a swim would be nice, but I physically couldn't.

Instead, I took a spot by the shore and laid on my back, using my arm to shield the sun from my eyes and have a little nap. I didn't completely doze off, just enough to tune out my surroundings for a little while, but then I felt a shoe gently kick at my leg.

"Huh? What?" I asked tiredly, lowering my arm.

Jackie was stood above me, eager smile on her face. I hated the way the butterflies began to swirl in my stomach, all because the sun crafted her silhouette so perfectly. Stupid. Crush.

"I've got a surprise for you," she said.

I sat upright, rubbing my eye. "What does that even mean?"

"Come find out," she exclaimed, before grabbing my hand without warning and pulling me up.

"Jackie–"

"Close your eyes," she instructed with a suppressed grin.

I gave her a disapproving look. "Seriously?"

She shook my arm encouragingly. "C'mon! You're gonna love it. I hope."

Very curious and also still a little out of it from my nap, I decided to entertain her and closed my eyes. She didn't let go of my hand as she dragged me somewhere carefully. I wasn't sure where at first, but then the ground was full of grass and sticks, and leaves were skimming my bare arms the further she led me, and I guessed we were back in the woods.

"Okay, we're here," she said suddenly, stopping abruptly. "Open."

I sighed, opening my eyes and blinking a few times. We were at the usual spot we played acorn soccer in, and I didn't know what the surprise was, but then I saw it. It was some sort of goal or net made of sticks twisted together in an awkwardly shaped dome, about the height of my knee and the width of my outstretched arms.

"What is this?" I asked with an amazed smile, running forward to study it closely.

"You gotta have a target, right?"

I laughed. "This is sick, Jackie!"

She chuckled from behind me. "I'm glad you like it."

"Wait," I realised, turning around to look at her. "Is this what you've been doing?"

It explained why she would sometimes return to the cabin looking a little messy, but I never expected her to be building this. DIY wasn't really her thing.

"Why? You been keeping tabs?" she teased, crossing her arms.

I sighed softly, thinking back to the first time I'd said that to her. Funnily enough, in this very spot.

"You're such an idiot," I said, rolling my eyes playfully, before moving forward to hug her.

She returned it before asking, "Wanna test it out?"

I stared at her with an obvious look. "Duh!"

She grinned and we returned to our usual positions for acorn soccer, though this time we had an actual 'net' and it raised the stakes in the best way possible. I still couldn't believe she'd done this for me.

As I dribbled the acorn 'ball', throwing in some fancy footwork just to annoy Jackie, she put her foot out and I tripped over it, hitting the ground instantly. It didn't hurt, though was definitely surprising, but I thought it would be funny to make Jackie feel bad anyway.

"Ow!" I shouted, rolling onto my back and pretending to clutch my broken arm.

Her expression transformed into one of concern as she gasped. "Oh, shit, are you okay?! I didn't mean to–"

I pushed my foot out slightly before she could finish, easily knocking her forward onto the ground, landing right next to me with a thud. Laughter spilled from my mouth almost instantly, only increasing when she lifted her head to playfully glare at me, a dirt mark on her cheek.

"You asked for it," I said knowingly, before sitting upright.

I offered her my hand as she sat up too, legs intertwined with mine as she wiped her hands onto her shorts.

"Did I actually hurt you?" she asked, tilting her head towards me with a smile.

"You did not," I assured her with amusement, making her sigh with defeat.

"Not funny," she pointed out, which was hard to believe when her eyes were sparkling with anything but seriousness.

I snickered, before my eyes fell to the dirt mark on her cheek. "You've got a little something..."

Motioning to my cheek, she furrowed her brows and lifted her hand to her own to try and get it, but she missed.

"What?"

"Just right–"

"Here?"

I scoffed lightheartedly before using my thumb to get rid of it for her, wiping it away in a few swipes. I had to cup her jaw as I did, not even realising what I was doing until she exhaled softly and her breath dusted my lips. I paused, eyes flickering to hers, and that feeling came back, along with the nerves that always accompanied them. She looked between my eyes before hers fell to my lips, and mine did the same. I wanted to lean in, so so badly, but as usual, my body became paralysed with fear. Why was this so hard?

Like the wimp I was, I was about to let go of her jaw and pull away, ready to pretend this never happened. But she surprised me when she spoke up.

"Just do it."

I blinked, surprised, briefly meeting her half-lidded gaze, and that was all the confirmation I needed. Pushing away my fears, I finally leaned in, kissing her. She sighed into my mouth, moving her hand to the back of my neck to pull me even closer, and I had goosebumps all over at the feeling of her lips on mine. It was slow, long-awaited and wonderful, and I regretted not making a move sooner.

When we pulled apart, my heart was racing and I opened my eyes, only to be submerged in pools of hazel.

"Getting a kiss from you is like pulling teeth, I swear," she murmured, lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Flushing with embarrassment, I cleared my throat and let go of her. "Nothing stopped you from making the first move, y'know."

"And do all the work?" she asked rhetorically. "I left so many hints. I thought you would've taken them."

"I wasn't sure," I admitted, lips still tingling. She rolled her eyes teasingly, but I continued, "I couldn't be sure. Not with you. Not for me."

"You still sound doubtful," she noticed, smile fading a little.

I wasn't sure what to say because a small part of me still was. Accepting that Jackie Taylor had wanted me to kiss her was something I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to.

Suddenly, she kissed me again, brief but enough to have me second guessing my own name. When she pulled away, a knowing smile was on her lips.

"How about now?" she asked, and all I could do was swallow hard with warm cheeks.

She laughed before helping me up off the ground. We dusted ourselves off and then she held out her hand towards me.

"Let's head back," she said, and I smiled as I accepted her hand.

We walked back to the cabin, me personally feeling like I was on cloud nine because the girl I liked actually liked me back.

"So, the thing with Nat," Jackie brought up as we headed back. "The crush and the lying thing. That was about me?"

Oh, God, why was everything so embarrassing?

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly. "She was teasing me because she knew I wouldn't make a move."

This made Jackie chuckle. "She wasn't wrong."

I shot her a sideways glance. "Thanks for the reminder."

"Oh, c'mon," she said between laughter, "don't pout."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "It's fine, don't worry. Let's just all laugh at Y/N because she couldn't kiss the girl, ha, ha, ha."

Jackie kept laughing, though I knew it wasn't out of spite. Besides, at least I'd finally made a move. That was all that mattered.

At least, it did for the next two minutes until we reached the cabin and I saw Nat sat on the steps, taking note of the two of us holding hands.

"And here we go," I whined to myself.

Jackie's smile, still on her face from the amusement of my inability to make the first move, faded as she glanced between Nat and I.

"Hey, Nat!" she called to the blonde, confusing me and earning her attention.

As soon as Nat looked our way properly, Jackie let go of my hand and kissed me, cupping my face between her hands and taking her time. I was so surprised when she pulled away, as was Nat, not expecting her to be so outright with it.

"What–"

"Anything to add?" Jackie cut me off, instead looking to Nat with a quirked brow that dared her to tease me.

Nat shook her head. "Not at all. Huh."

Satisfied, Jackie smiled sweetly and I was sure my face was hot with embarrassment. I probably should've seen that coming, but also, how could I have?

"Good job," Nat said to me as she walked past us, impressed smile on her lips.

I blinked, before looking to Jackie. "Erm, thanks?"

"Hey, she may have been right, but only I get to tease you about it," she said in a way that sounded like she was joking but I knew she wasn't.

I breathed out, small smile on my face. I may have been the shy one, but at least I had Jackie to rely on. It's not like I'd ever have to make the first move again anyway. The hard part was over.

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koolades-world · 3 months ago

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this piece is established relationship! with the nature of it anyways it probably would have been if i wanted it to or not lol. here's the post the idea came from and thank you to a wonderful mutual of mine for the inspo :)

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"Satan? You in here?" You pushed open the doors to the library in search of the knowledgeable demon. It was almost totally silent, minus the sound of a gentle, crackling fire.

"Yes. I'm by the fireplace." Satan's voiced echoed through the large room. You shut the door behind you and made your way over to where you'd heard him. "Hello, Mc. How was RAD today?" You quickly made yourself comfortable next to him. You threw your bag down onto the table in front of you and stretched out your limbs. He was reading, as usual.

"Tiring. But not too bad. Baking club was fun. Barbatos taught us how to make a bread that has candy hearts in it. We'll bake it tomorrow. He told us to think of a certain someone while making it for the most desirable outcome taste wise. Guess who I thought of?" You playfully elbowed Satan.

"Was it Cerberus?" He knew how much you cared for that dog, but you also knew he must've been messing with you.

"Noooo. Guess again, silly billy." You loved his tongue-in-cheek antics. Most weren't granted the chance to see that side of him, which was something you were eternally grateful for. He was much more than just the Avatar of Wrath, and it was a real shame others didn't take the time to learn the rest of him.

"Solomon, mayhaps?" You could see the hints of a smile begin to light up his face. You began to laugh as he tried harder to conceal his growing emotion.

"No! I'll give you a hint. He's blond, very helpful, and a genius." You poked his cheeks. He finally put the book down and allowed the joy to overtake his still features.

"So it's Luke then." He himself was beginning to chuckle.

"Wrong again. It's you! You're not very good at guessing games." You swatted at his arms as he put them around you to pull you into his side.

"Thank you, Mc. That's very thoughtful of you." He pressed a kiss on top of your head and into your hair.

"It's going to be delicious, I just know it. Even if the bread is awful, you'll still taste the heart and soul I put into it." You hugged him back, and savored the moment.

"You're so sweet. I'll make sure to enjoy it, just for you." The both of you eventually went back to being productive after you'd exchanged more sweet talk. You had homework to get done and he had a book to finish.

While digging through your bag for your supplies, you inevitably pulled out your pencil case. It contained what was arguably one of the most important tools for completing homework. You tried to fish out your favorite pen and instead found some sort of hard candy you'd been given by a professor earlier that day. You'd personally confirmed it was safe for human consumption, and decided to save it for while you were doing work later. Since it was Satan, despite the fact that he was enthralled in his book, he noticed almost immediately that you'd put something in your mouth. Maybe it was the scent, or the sudden movement, but you caught his attention.

"What's that?" He peeked over the top of his book, intrigued.

"A cinnamon hard candy. It's probably the most normal candy I've had in a long time. Got it for answering a question correctly in Devildom History." You gently blew on Satan's face so he could really smell the cinnamon.

"Where's mine?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not, but at that point it was too late to give it to him since it was already in your mouth.

"Didn't you have Devildom History today too? You should've gotten your own, babe." You stuck your tongue out at him with the candy right in the center. He lightheartedly rolled his eyes back at you. You thought that was the end of that conversation as he turned his attention back to the book. Little did you know, he was in the middle of devising a plan to 'borrow' the candy from you.

He started by speaking up whenever he could when you were doing your homework. Whenever he saw you hesitate on something, he’d reassure you or help guide you to the correct answer. From there, he would also start to read romantic quotes from what he happened to be reading. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. On the contrary, it would be more odd if he didn't.

"I need a break." You put the book you were holding back onto the table. To mentally relax, you decided to scroll on Devilgram. As you did though, Satan vied for you attention more than usual. Rather than directly asking or whining, he was subtle in his pleading. It didn't take you long to cave.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" You knew him well.

"Is it a crime for a demon to want attention from his amazing, gorgeous partner?" He tried to dodge the question, but unfortunately for him, you saw right him.

"I expect this kind of behavior from Mammon." Satan went silent, but met your gaze. "Do you want a kiss?" You could see the way his features lit up. You planted kisses all over his face, and he returned the favor. When your little exchange was over, you realized something was missing.

Looking over at Satan told the whole story. With a misevious grin, you saw him roll around the same candy while focusing on readiing again. "Satan. Is that my candy?" You knew the answer to that question.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You win this time. You earned that. Just you wait thought. I'll get you back." You hugged him and began your own scheming. You'd get him in some fun way later that evening. But for now, you planned to just enjoy snuggling with him. He might be a little shit sometimes, but he was your little shit.

#oneshot #gn reader #obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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razorblade180 · 4 days ago

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Sorry to ask but what’s the dating per nationa arrangement

Oh no worries. It’s been a minute since I’ve actually discussed this again so might as well explain the lore that too many genshin fans know me for lol.

Basically, I’m a multishipper but I also like consistency and have never enjoyed harem dynamics cause they generally feel one note and shallow; so a made headcanon around a polyamorous relationship. Naturally, polycules have foundations and rules, and I had way too much time on my hands one day as well as a hyper-fixation on the idea.

To make the beginning brief, Aether and Amber date and in. The beginning, Aether had concerns about how things would turn out considering he’s constantly on a journey and would feel guilty not spending enough time with Amber. That’s when she tells him open relationships are fairly common in Teyvat; especially in Mondstadt. Thus began a long discussion between the two of them on how it should be set up.

Two people per nation. That’s how many partners he can pursue. Doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or girl. Two hands for two people

Full Transparency. If he does happen to get close with someone, he has to let them know about the dynamic. Aether also keeps everyone up to date but that’s just him having good manners more than anything else.

If Aether does decide to date two people, the first person he dates in that nation has to be okay with the second person before he tries making things official. For example, he is involved with Kokomi and Ayaka. Kokomi had to be okay him trying to date Ayaka.

Partners are fully allowed to have their own relationships separate from the polycule with whoever they want. No need to ask him about it.

Common decency and respect. This is primarily saying if Aether is on a date with someone, then nobody should do something like show up intentionally or try to purposely plan time together with the intent of monopolizing his time

It’s perfectly fine for the partner to discuss any issues they might have in the future or even decide to leave if they want to pursue other things. No hard feelings.

Those are like the major pillars of the open relationship with other rules being important but not immediately brought up

Aether’s Room is off limits. That’s his space to decompress, collect his thoughts, and sleep. Literally all his friends have residency in the Teapot. It’s not difficult to stay out of one room.

Not a rule but it’s unlikely people from different nations plan an outing together, mainly because that person might have their own significant other and they want to respect their boundaries as well.

If a partner wants to spend time with their significant other and Aether at the same time, they can. That’s an internal dynamic between the three of them that they have to sort out. For example, If Mona wants to go to dinner with Scaramouche and Aether, nothing is stopping her except maybe Scaramouche.

This one isn’t necessarily a rule but Aether tries not to discuss much about one relationship with another. He’s also prone to greeting everyone generally if more than two are in the same room, then goes on about his business cause he’s a little awkward. This trait is not shared with the others lol. They have no problem gossiping about him lightheartedly and asking questions.

That’s more or less The Agreement. Luckily for Aether, he met Yanfei and she has it writing somewhere. If any unexpected events happen in the future, they can all revisit it and adjust accordingly. This post is already getting a little long but maybe I’ll do a follow up naming who is with who.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #ask me stuff #gi aether #genshin ship

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anonzentimes · 3 months ago

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Hello hi I noticed ppl just say stuff abt Nagito here and u answer them in such a nice way like u're genuinely interested and its so sweet so I wanna share a THEORY that's been rotting in my head for long and I WANNA SPEAK IT OUT FOR OTHER SDR2 ENJOYERS TO TELL ME ABOUT THEIR OPINION

SO we noticed how Nagito and Sonia look STRANGELY alike like bruh maybe the danganronpa art style has like, same face syndrome or smthn idk but like cmon pls Nagito and Sonia they almost look like twins which I love bcuz they're both honestly so well designed anyway

In my very personal headcanon, they're actually siblings. That's what I think and I'm gonna explain my theory below

So we know abt Nagito's good luck bad luck cycle. And I thought, what if Nagito is the first child of Sonia's parents, and since they live in a castle and in this royal like environment they'd have a sort of tradition running in the family and whenever a new child is born, they'd go to a sort of fortune teller or clairvoyant like those ppl who see in a crystal ball or idk ANYWAY

So they go to their personal clairvoyant guy idk bruh and the person tells them about Nagito's misfoturne cycle. Like he's born with it it's unfair it's sad but yeah poor little Nagito

So Sonia's parents are like omg no this can't be happening we love our son but who knows what his cycle may cause to us?!?! Only God knows!!! What if because of him the castle like burns or something or something very bad happens so they're like yeah we love you bby boy but you gotta go we're so sorry and they like, give him? Idk what correct terms to use excuse me

So they give him to a wealthy family still bcuz like yeah poor Nagito he's born in a royal family then better keep him on a high social statu yknow so yeah they give him to another family and made sure to try and find a first, WEALTHY family and second, with parents who kinda look like him like at least the mother and they did don't ask me how but they did they have like contacts in Japan bruh idk my theory's not very elabored anyway

So little Nagito, who's still like, a few months old like maybe 4 or 5 months bcuz finding a new family takes time gets given away to a wealthy family AND I have another headcanon and its that Nagito's father (adoptive one so) is the founder of a designer/luxury brand so thats why he's rich and he already had contacts w Junko's parents anyway we're getting carried away

So yeah some time later Sonia's parents have Sonia and still have Nagito in mind and they're feeling super guilty and with Sonia looking awfully like him its not helping so yeah I think they'd keep like letters they'd write to Nagito to send him when he'd get older and signed anonymously yknow? Like "we hope you're growing up in good conditions and in a nice environment, we love you Nagito" stuff like that, and It's signed anonymously at the end

And then Sonia and Nagito meet during the game and notice the very visible not only physical but also the similarities in their personality and behavior like idk they're both a little silly its so cute and they're like "lol hold up" and it'd be cute if the other students would (lightheartedly) joke abt these two being siblings WHEN IT'S THE CASE

ANYWAY tysm for reading my rambling hope it entertained u 🫶

haha it did entertain me, this is a fun interpretation and headcanon. I don’t fully see it myself but I think it’s a fun idea and food for thought. Maybe in those turn of events it would truly be good luck in the end since Nagito’s biological family in this interpretation didn’t have to die due to his talent. ALSO THE IDEA OF ANONYMOUS LETTERS IS SO FUNNY NAGITO’S JUST LIKE “man who in the world is sending me these letters expressing affection” LMAOO

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa nagito #sdr2 #danganronpa komaeda #sdr2 komaeda #komaeda nagito #danganronpa goodbye despair #nagito #komaeda

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m0nost4tic · 1 month ago

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hello octopath tumblr

so i wrote this like....a year ago? i'd upload it on ao3, but i'm a bit too embarrassed to do so thanks to the quality 😓... reformatting it for ao3 would be pretty annoying too. soo

partikari fanfiction that's a tumblr exclusive! yay! might delete later if i think it's too cringe, idk... i don't feel like re-reading my old writing LOL

The inn had all long since gone quiet, the dark and silence of night descending upon the land, the soft, gentle glimmer of the moon illuminating the sky. The inhabitants had gone to their respective rooms as the day faded, the first of the bunch being a dancer with long, braided brown hair. With a tired yawn and a wave, she'd been the first to head to rest within her shared room with a certain outgoing and energetic white-haired traveler, and the rest had soon followed in her stead as the light faded to greet the rather chilling dimness of night. It was not long after the innkeeper had hung up his hat and retreated to his own bedroom quarters, assuming all of his tenants had gone to sleep for the rest of the evening. And, for a time, he was correct.

That being, until a small oil lamp flashed to life with the spark of fire, guiding the holder of it through the dark of the inn. Carefully, having awoken from nightmares they desperately attempted to push out of mind, they made their way out of their room and to the dining area, one similar to a tavern, the same place the group of eight had spent awaiting the night. Laughs and drinks and meals had been shared, Agnea's songs and dances of the evening bringing smiles to everyone, even invoking the smallest of smirks onto one normally closed off and rather cold Osvald V. Vanstein's face. Ochette's loud and ever so bright personality shining through as she joined Agnea in show, tumbling over herself on multiple occasions, and her version of singing being blaring at the top of her lungs with no rhythmic tune. The two had gone on for a spare few minutes, without a single care in the world, even the innkeeper seeming baffled by the bold spirits of the two youngest of their group.

The lamp illuminated a seat and table located near the corner of the room as the wielder approached. They gently sat the lamp and a wooden cup of water on the old oak of the furnished table and peered out into the darkness of the open room, eyes tracing the exact position they'd spectated all of their friends in prior.

When Agnea and Ochette's dancing had come to a stop, Temenos took a stand, exclaiming a "Bravo, Agnea! Bravo, Ochette!" as he slowly clapped his hands with the sarcasm the group all knew him for. Throné, the former assassin the cleric had been seated next to, simply rolled her eyes. "What a show," she commented, though the halfhearted smirk on her face showing her true remark and appreciation. Castti, one would call the 'mother hen' of their grouping, quickly and lightheartedly scowled at the pair, a careful reminder to be more considerate rather than teasing or harsh, as both of them tended to put up as some sort of front in most interactions.

..Though, deep within, the other travelers could tell how much they cared. Throné's small implications of overprotectiveness, of offering to steal or even *having* stolen items as gifts, of her warnings of old habits she'd known would cause trouble, such as the time she nearly launched Partitio for sneaking up on her, and of the way she treated all of them more like family than anything else. She hadn't minded when Ochette began calling her mother as well as Castti, nor had she been bothered when Agnea rambled of how she missed her sister dearly. Temenos, on the other hand, was most sarcastic and playfully snooty to those close to him. He'd once acted rather dramatic and surprised by Partitio merely taking his hat off, as if it were some sort of miracle or once in a lifetime experience. Despite all the serious trouble the band of travelers were in, Temenos, more often than not, would find a way to make some light of it. It seemed that was part of being a clergyman, after all - finding the light, even when all else seems far too dark to do so.

With a shaky breath, the person standing in the dark closed their eyes. These memories were fond, the time spent with their friends more precious than anything both within and beyond Solistia, and yet they still brought them an aching, a *longing.* A tightening in their chest that would often reappear, twisting their heart into this inescapable plunge that so frequently threatened to bring tears to their eyes and a quiver to their lips. With the same slow, gentle movements they had carried out to walk into the room, they opened their eyes and sat in the wooden chair. They kept their posture for a long moment, sitting perfectly still and upright, before giving into the feeling that dug itself into their breast, curling in on themselves and slumping forward as their hands grasped the cup. Their long, dark strands of hair, parted on both sides of their face, cascaded around them, loose ponytail hardly aiding in keeping their hair done together. With the soft light of the lamp, they glared down at their reflection in the half filled cup, at the eyebags beneath their darkened eyes, at the hollowed out expression they normally wore, but was so dearly close to stripping themselves of as they pursed their lips together in thought.

...Hikari figured he was one of the most pitiful people he had ever laid eyes upon. His face was tarnished with a look of exhaustion, one that could be so easily fixed, and yet, one he could not find the will within him to repair. Nightmares so oftenly tugged at him during rest, reminding him of past failures and losses, tormenting him during what should be the most peaceful part of day for most. These night terrors certainly were not anything new for the swordsman. He had been experiencing them for as long as he could possibly remember, images of war and bloodshed and *death* filling his nights, though they most certainly had worsened as of late. As had the voice in his head, commanding he give into his insatiable bloodlust and slaughter any of those who dare to oppose him.

Hikari hated to admit it, *despised* to confess, but this voice was beginning to have more and more control over him. He had only very narrowly been able to fight it off the last time it attempted to convince him to give into its will, even while his friends were present. The worry and guilt Hikari felt only began to fester more after such an instance. The thoughts and resilience of his stalwart allies had been what propelled him forward; what helped him fight this, *thing* within him, despite them not knowing of its existence. ...And if that no longer worked, if it was truly beginning to grow stronger, or perhaps *he* was the one getting weaker, then what would that mean for the people around him? Would their lives be put into reckless danger simply because of Hikari's own weakmindedness? He had already been at fault for catastrophic loss and destruction, too weak to have protected his kingdom. If his newfound friends were harmed due to him and his feebleness, he wasn't quite sure if he would ever forgive himself for it.

Hikari had begun to wonder if they'd be safer without him. His allies were strong, determined. They would face any problem in their way with no hesistance or issue. He hadn't any sense of doubt they could carry on without his burden. Not to mention the massive bounty on his head; he wasn't even sure just how many bounty hunters the group had fought off, all coming in search of the former prince of Ku's head.

Ah, and there was his personality, too. A rather sheltered one, in fact. Hikari was unused to true unbridled closeness with others. Yes, he had had allies, but never any quite as those he was traveling with. Never had he had hands taken ahold of, an arm wrapped around him, hugs shared, and hair ruffled, all without a care or doubt in the world. He did not fully understand or comprehend social customs or the actions of others. He wasn't entirely sure as to how almost *everything* outside of Ku worked, and he was even less sure of how proper interaction played out. In Ku, it seemed far simpler. He was a prince, serving his kingdom, caring for his people. Yet that care had lead to many of their deaths. Here, now, was this overwhelming anxiety of becoming far *too* close to anyone. Of the chance someone could tear it all away from him once again, all for his display of kindness.

Thus, Hikari had began watching. With a soft smile on his face from spectating the joy of his friends, he would locate himself not far away from them, though at a good enough distance to blend into the background, to ensure his presence wasn't too great a bother. He cared for them, truly. They were perhaps the greatest people the swordsman had gotten to know, and he was more than glad he was given the chance to accompany them. However, if this, *shadow* within him continued to have its way with him, and if Mugen was still after him, then...

Hikari's heart sunk further into his chest, his grip on the half empty cup tightening. This sort of thought was another thing he loathed admitting, though he knew was true and could not be changed.

*He* was a danger to them. He could not rightfully place all of this misery and disappointment onto whatever sickening burden his bloodline was cursed with, as it all boiled down to *his* blood, *his* mind,.. *his* hands.

All of it, was him.

Was he even worth of becoming the next king? Was this journey one of false hope that could never be truly realized? Even if he were to take back the throne, would he succumb to this voice, and become the very same, if not worse, blood driven conqueror his elder brother had? Would he fall into the same exact pattern that had plagued his bloodline for centuries, just another meaningless victim of this curse?

His hands, the ones of a *warrior,* with rough calluses trained to wield a blade nearly perfectly, the very same ones that had taken life many times before, began to shake. His reflection in the water was ever so slightly distorted as the cup shook within his grasp. The face he saw looking back at him through the rippled watee was the very same that would have easily dictated who lived and who died, while turning his head, ignorant to their pleas and sorrows. The face that would have walked by those suffering, spat on the weak, and scowled at those lesser than him. The face that, while doing so in an entirely immoral way, would have brought prosperity to Ku, through blood and war, as the tradition always had been.

This, was the face of someone whose brother would perhaps be proud of him, rather than the disapproving shame he had always received. ..Of someone whose kingdom would not have gone up in ash, of someone who had not cowardly fled when faced with his own weakness.

It was the him he had been *meant* to become, though was never entirely sure as to why or how he had not.

...And he feared that perhaps it was destiny after all. That, even when it is all over and done with, his softhearted ideals and weakminded personality would falter, and ultimately, he would become the very same monster he has been so desperately attempting to outrun.

If that were the case, then he would not dare to condemn his friends to his fate.

...They would be better on traveling without his meaningless presence. He could travel his road of a possibly foolish attempt of ending a decades old history of bloodshed on his own, even if that road only led to his own destruction in the end, be it to the shadow within or to his brother's cruel blade.

It was all him, after all. All of it. Had he not gotten in the way, Mugen would not have burned Ku to the ground. Tsuki and his people would still be living. He had accepted the blame and fault for the actions of his family a long time ago, as well. During his travels, people have yelled at him, cursing his name and title. "Bastard of Ku," they would say, screaming for his death, enraged by the memory of those they have lost due to Ku's bloodlust. He hadn't minded standing there, taking all of their insults, of allowing them to swing their fists at him. He understood them all too well. That... Feeling, of losing it all, of the desperation of making the feelings and aching and longing just *stop.* Of wanting nothing more than to fill this emptiness in their heart, to end all of the hurt and pain.

Hikari wiped at his eyes. When had these tears began to prick from the corners of them? ...They were meaningless, useless, *worthless.* No amount of insignificant tears would mend any of the destruction Hikari's mere existence had caused, nor the further harm he was going to further be the cause of. He was a blight to this world, after all. An ugly looking stain on the surface of it. He, sometimes, wished he could wipe the world clean of this stain. Of, removing his blight upon Solistia, upon his kingdom, upon his *friends.* To release his allies' from their burden of him. ...And, perhaps, he could. In the dark of night, he could disappear so very easily, and—

"Kari?"

The black haired warrior froze as the familiar voice rang through the room, one he knew all too well of whom it belonged to. How had he not noticed him come in? Had he been *that* caught up in this feeling of shame and overwhelming guilt? He stayed silent, attempting to cling onto the small chance that perhaps it was a figment of his imagination. That, if he peered his eyes up just a bit, the tall figure of a man whose soul was brighter than even the sun would not be standing there. ...But, it was not.

"What're ye doin' up this lat—"

Hikari looked up at him. He watched as Partitio paused, blinking in something akin to shock at what Hikari figures must be the most miserable and pitiful state the merchant has ever seen someone in. The lamp's light had almost burned to its end, but dimly, the features of Hikari's face could be made out. The shaking of his hands, the quivering of his lips, the tears he was hardly managing to hold back. Through the blurriness of his tear filled vision, he watched Partitio's face twist into what the shorter thought would be disgust or shame, but instead was met with a look of pure concern. His eyes only followed as he grabbed a chair, gesturing with his hands to ask for permission to join Hikari, and all the warrior could muster was a nod. Carefully, the taller dragged the chair over, and took a seat beside the worn and broken prince.

"Are ye, alright,..?"

Again, Hikari could not find the words. He felt far too ashamed to admit his incompetence out loud, both to himself, and to the merchant he held so much admiration and respect for. His head very slowly shook an answering 'no,' and he heard Partitio suck in a deep breath in response. ..There it was, the oncoming rant of how stupid this was, of how pathetic or attention-seeking he was being. Of how a warrior such as himself should be far stronger than this, of just how much of a weak fool he was being, of-

His thoughts came to a halt as Partitio's hands covered his own on the cup, carefully taking hold of them and peeling them off to grasp them in his own.

"I'unno what's goin' on up in that head o yers, but if it's keepin ya up lookin' like this, it must be pretty bad, huh?" Commented Partitio, one of his thumbs running over the back of Hikari's hand. "'Nd I'm not gonna make ye talk or anythin' - we can sit here in silence, if ye'd prefer it - but if ya gotta just let it all out, 'm here for ya."

Hikari's mouth fell open for a few seconds, uncertainty filling him, before promptly closing it again. Partitio apparently took note of such an action, as he quickly added on,

"...T's not good t keep all o these sorta feelings bottled up, 'cause that bottle'll get all overfilled n end up spillin' everywhere. If ya gotta let em out, let them," he gave a gentle squeeze to Hikari's hand, "Even the most refined princes n strongest warriors gotta cry sometimes."

...And with that, the shadow's hold on him broke, even if temporarily. Hikari slumped to his side, burying his face into Partitio's chest, wetting and ruining his shirt with the tears that streamed down his face, and still Partitio did not pull away. Rather, he pulled Hikari closer, resting a hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles into it using his thumb, murmuring soft "Shhh"s and "Yer alright"s and other comforting words as the prince's perfectly crafted poise shattered to pieces within his arms.

It felt as if hours had passed by the time Hikari had entirely run out of tears. Shame filled his body, attempting to swallow him whole, for having wasted Partitio's precious time sleeping just to weep into his chest, as if he were a little kid. ...Yet, he did not quite feel like pulling away, despite knowing he should. The warm embrace he was wrapped in, his head laid against his chest and thumb still rubbing circles, was pleasant, and comforting. If he could stay within Partitio's arms like this for an eternity, he would without hesitance.

Though, as much as he would like to, he could not. He had a duty to uphold, a kingdom to fight for; a role to fulfill. Some days, it felt like he had nearly the entire world on his shoulders. He supposed his legs were doomed to give out eventually, and he'd easily be crushed under the weight of it all.

"Kari?," came Partitio's voice, breaking the silence between them. The younger managed a questioning hum.

"If ye don't mind me askin', what's got ya feelin' like this?"

Hikari froze once again. How was he meant to answer that? To tell how his own weak, foolish incompetence made him feel sick to his stomach, how such a feeling only twisted and turned until he could no longer eat without feeling sick of his own being? To admit to the *fear* he felt of *himself,* of the potential of becoming just like those he has fought so powerlessly against, of the potential of being nothing but a heartless killer with a bloodlust that may never be satisfied, all because he could not keep proper control of himself? To confess to all the blame he has placed upon himself, to spill to the merchant how all of his misfortunate had been his own fault? To reveal the shame and guilt and utmost *regret* he feels, regarding the memories of the blood both on his hands and coating his blade, dripping from the sheen of silver onto the desert sands? To easily disclose the shame of being unable to face the recollection of all the hollowed faces of those whose lives he had taken unwillingly, and of those who he could do nothing but watch be mercilessly slaughtered by his own kin? To acknowledge how he had never properly grieved over the loss of his father, friends, nor kingdom, that from that very moment, he has attempted to hold his head high, refusing to look back, and not even being given the chance to spend time for himself, as every waking moment was spent avoiding people who wanted him dead, or attempting to end this all before Mugen caused more irreversible damage? To avow that he feels as if he is nothing but a burden after all, that Mugen and all the others who spoke of him with such contempt were correct, that he is a weakling and insufferable and worthless, with no purpose outside of serving those he cares for, and if he cannot even do that, then perhaps he truly is worthless after all, and how he believed discarding of his meaningless existence would be much better than forcing everyone to put up with it, how he sometimes wished he did not wake to see dawn, how he fully believed Partitio and the rest of the would would simply be better without him, how he does not dare speak of his feelings because they are only ever met with disdain and he'll burden or upset or hurt those close to him, how he does *nothing* but cause harm, how he is perhaps *deserving* of all of the cruelty and pain imaginable for whatever sins he has committed, and no matter how hard he tries, he will *always* be nothing but a blight, and a failure of a son and prince, and a disappointment of a brother and to his kingdom?

...He couldn't find the words to tell him any of it. How stressed he was, how he so frequently felt he was on the brink of breaking, how..utterly pitiful, he really was. Partitio didn't deserve to have to deal with him and his pathetic emotions, anyway. He deserved much better. To enjoy time with the other travelers, to smile and laugh and be happy, while Hikari watches from the background, from a safe distance where he cannot possibly harm anyone further.

He should not be burdening Partitio with this, he realized. He began to sit up, but found himself unable. Partitio's grip around him tightened ever so slightly to hold him into their cuddling position, and with his relentless crying not long before, he couldn't find the strength to fight him off. So, instead, he fancied to look up at Partitio, to see the man's newfound dislike for him for himself.

...And, gazed upon those sweet, silvery blue eyes being stained with soft, tiny tears.

"...Kari," he said, a small crack indicating the hurt in his voice. But not of distaste or rage, not one that had been caused by Hikari, no. Of.. *Sympathy?* Or was it empathy? What had caused this?, Hikari pondered.

Then, he realized. His mouth was open.

How.

How much had he said.

A paralyzing fear ran through him. Had he really been so careless? How hadn't he noticed his mouth was running rampant with thoughts he had never dared to admit to *anyone?* Gods, he really was a fool. It was a wonder how he hadn't already gotten himself *killed* by this point.

"I don't real know what t say. But Gosh, 'm sorry," began the merchant, "Ya deserve a lot better than everythin' you've been put through. To Hell with what people've said or tried to do to ya. 'Nd yer not a burden or weak or anythin', y'know? You're one o the strongest warriors out there, I'd reckon - ye've lost so much, n yer still fightin'. That takes someone real strong! N, hells, it one o the things that make me love ya so. I knew ya were strong n fierce n downright amazin' since the moment I laid eyes on ya."

...Partitio's face lightly flushed as the words slipped from his tongue without thought, and Hikari..was in disbelief. Surely he did not mean it in such a way?

"Still meant what I said waaay back then too. Lady Luck musta been really shinin' down on me, 'cause I got t meet someone like you. Nd I'm not plannin' on givin' ya up anytime soon either, so don'tcha go tryin' to bail on us, or I'll *personally* go draggin' ya back here."

There was a long pause as Partitio thought for a moment, allowed Hikari to sit up, though only slightly, and gazed directly into his coal black eyes.

"..I love you. Lots. 'N I wanna be here for ya, if you'll have me. I can't real do that if ya go runnin' off on me, but I promise to ya," lifting his hand, he carefully tucked one of Hikari's strands of hair behind his ear, "If, ye do stick round, I'll make it worth yer while. 'N we'll get through all o' this, together. You don't gotta go facin yer demons alone, no matter if they're yer folks back at Ku or yerself or whatever else - cause me, 'n' the others, ..we all got yer back."

Partitio studied Hikari's face, and noticing no sign of discomfort or pain, he carefully pressed their foreheads together.

"..Ya mean the world t me, Kari. I mean it."

Hikari,..was stunned. He could not think of a reaction or response or words or - *anything.* It was simply as if his brain had shut off. Emotions bloomed in his chest, mixed with the twinge of immeasurable guilt and how he felt as if he could not *allow* Partitio to love him so, how he *knew* it would only cause him pain in the end. How, his hands were clumsy, not clever. That, if anything, he should keep his claws away when they are close enough to hurt him. How he knows his being and habits and *everything* about him is doomed to cause eventual pain. If Partitio, *ever* found out about,..the *most* effective way he'd found to help deal with the pain, the thoughts, all of the calling for blood and desire to spill endless amounts of it; ..he'd surely be mortified.

...

And yet, this selfish desire within him. This, strong, euphoric-like feeling he was foreign and unfamiliar to, dared him to give it a chance. To, *allow* himself to be close to someone, and for that someone to care for him, in spite of *knowing* both parties will likely only end up harmed in the end. That, he will likely only dim or darken the bright sunshine that is Partitio Yellowil. His blight upon the world was one that could not be fixed, and it would only cause eventual wreckage to those around him...And, still, he dared to *want* to be incredibly selfish and cruel, to let Partitio in, knowing of these consequences, of this fate. Because, he *wanted* Partitio. In all truth, he wanted Partitio to care for him, to embrace him and hold him, to show and teach him the love he is so foreign to, having never experienced such a gift in Ku. One could even say, a part of him ached for this brilliant man that brought so much light to his bleak existence, who managed to make him feel better when no one else could, who, apparently, *always* wants to be there, by, of all the people in the world, *Hikari's* side.

..For the second time, Hikari's mouth fell agape, words falling short yet again. So, rather than verbally wording his want, he mustered up the same confidence that had hardly gotten him through the trials he had faced thus far,

And, gently, with great caution, leaned up and forward to meet Partitio's lips with his own. The merchant, though initially surprised, leaned into the kiss, all too happy to return Hikari's sudden sign of affection.

The hole in Hikari's chest faded into nothingness, if only for a moment, the feeling of something within him constantly missing was gone.

Even if only for a fraction of a second, the darkness in his heart had dissipated, and the sun beamed down on him.

...

Partitio was *his* sunshine.

And he doesn't think he would rather have it any other way.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler ii #hikari ku #octopath #partikari #octopath 2 #partitio yellowil #fanfic #hurt/comfort #or something idk #guys i'm so good at tags #author posting old writing without reading it whatsoever so please be nice LMAOO

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solsticevanfleet · 2 years ago

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strawberry vines; s.f.k.

chapter one

Pairing: Sam & female!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You had always been passionate about music and marketing, so when your final capstone university project is to create an exhibit with a specific muse, your chance encounter with a small local band leads you to an epiphany for the showcase. You never meant to mix work with play.

WARNINGS: Mild swearing, alcohol mention.

Notes: Hi guys! This is my first time posting fanfic for this fandom and I’m kinda nervous lol. This is an intro chapter to what will become a series. I hope y’all enjoy this plot layout, please let me know what you think! My asks are always open to comments, concerns, and suggestions!

It had always been cold in Clark, but never like it was today. You always brought an extra sweatshirt (sometimes a blanket) in the winter, but today it was nice outside, so you didn’t think too hard about it when you showed up in a flannel. The wind outside was warm, a nice 76 degrees that felt like a Californian beach-side haven compared to the 59-degree library. Courses had begun a week ago and being a senior, graduation could not come faster, though you were pleasantly surprised when the senior advisor offered a new capstone course. Opting for what felt like the ‘easier’ option, you decided to capstone in “American Magazines” rather than write a 25-page paper in some nondescript writing seminar. All magazines are is journalism of some sort… and it fits almost too perfectly considering your little hobby blog kickstarted pretty well this concert season.

It started as a way to get your writing out, a way to combine your love of music with your dream of working in music management and social media. Snippets of concert reviews and novice photos taken on your cheap Nikon camera were littered throughout the blog, as well as album reviews and interviews with amateur bands and musicians. A blog is basically an online magazine, right? You sat down in the surprisingly comfy library chair and skimmed the class’ syllabus, “END OF YEAR EXHIBIT” was displayed in bold caps and seemed to be the assignment of the year: an exhibit dedicated to the subject of your choice, paired with a homemade zine to be handed out to spectators at the show.

Subject of your choice… you wracked your mind, flipping through the mental trading card binders of the musicians you’d worked with in the past, you were sure one of them would be up to the idea of being this semester’s muse.

•

Lecture hall never got better, no matter the course or the people around you. But why would it? It was a lecture hall, but at least your professor seemed nice. Dr. Richards was an older eccentric man who wore his gray hair in a slicked back ponytail. He looked as if he was meant to teach in the fashion department and not in communications, but it made sense as he explained his requirements for the class. After going over the bulk of the syllabus, he went over the end-of-year exhibit in finer detail. It was meant to be a multimedia project where students needed to tie in their overall career goals with, something that reflected what the student had learned in the course as well as their own personality and aspirations. You smiled slightly to yourself, excited about the creative liberties you were being given for the project, and the prospect of being able to design your own exhibit for the public. You hadn’t realized that class ended, and you quickly gathered your things as you rushed to get out, not noticing the tall figure gazing toward you. You looked up and came face to face with your TA for the class.

“Hey, I’m Danny, I noticed you were kinda zoned out for a moment there and wanted to check in,” he chuckled lightheartedly. His hair was done up in what looked like a turquoise claw clip, his curly bangs and front pieces tousled and frizzy. He radiated what could only be described as pure joy, as if he wanted to help in whatever way he could.

“Oh my god, sorry, I do that sometimes, you know, lost in the mind of an artist or whatever, I’m just wracking my brain trying to think about what to do my exhibit on…” You cringed at yourself, “You know what, just ignore me. I’ve seen you around before, actually.” Danny looked surprised, and you could see the wheels in his head turning until his eyes lit up.

“Wait, yeah! I think we have a few mutual friends, small world UMich is. About your exhibit, do you have any ideas so far?”

“Well, I review local musicians and write about their gigs, usually free ones at bars or restaurants. I was thinking about possibly setting something up with maybe a band of students but I don’t really know where to search for one.” You saw Danny’s eyes light up for the second time.

“It’s funny you say that, I have a band and we perform quite a few times a week at The Garage Bar on Church Street, you know the one right?” You nodded as he spoke, a silent yes to his question. “We’re called ‘Greta Van Fleet’. I don’t think my bandmates would mind you coming in for a few practices or gigs, to be honest, I think Josh would love that. Why don’t I give you my number and we can talk about it more later, I’m running late for practice, actually.”

Danny scribbled his number down on a piece of paper and ripped it out of his notebook, handing it to you with a smile and a nod as he rushed out of the hall. You were alone as you gazed down at his hurried scrawl, who the hell is Josh?

•

Thursday night rolled around and you found yourself staring at the mirror, for the millionth time it seemed, deliberating over your outfit. You didn’t care what you wore, really, but you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious all of a sudden, they wouldn’t scrutinize you, right? They’re just a group of young guys- possibly young? Who were you to know if it wasn’t just your TA and a bunch of grandpas? Or maybe dilfs? Who knows, though you semi-wished for dilfs.

You finally settled on a black mini skirt and a plain orange tee with a jacket thrown on top, something safe but still giving the illusion that you might have gave a fuck about your appearance. As you walked out into the brisk autumn air, you shivered and pulled the jacket closer to you, berating yourself for not dressing warmer. It wasn’t too long before you showed up at the address Danny had sent to you a couple of hours prior, accompanied by a few dancing emojis – he was a frequent user of emojis, you had discovered, with the few texts you two had exchanged. You weren’t expecting google maps to take you to a house, maybe a bar or a practice hall of some sort, but it looked like your typical college-aged boys home. Fairy lights which were strung haphazardly over the porch, lawn chairs on the patio, and a turned-over welcome mat greeted you as you rang the doorbell. You could hear the plucking of off-key guitar strings and chatter coming from behind the door, which only heightened your anxiety about this whole evening. You brought along your laptop and camera, hoping maybe to get some off-the-clock practice shots if the band agreed to work with you on the project.

The door suddenly opened and jarred you from your thoughts, a flash of warm light came from inside the house and a curly mop now stood in front of you. Attached to the mess of curls was a bright white smile belonging to a handsome young guy; he couldn’t have been much older than you, 3 years at most.

“Welcome, welcome! You don’t have to stand outside, come in and make yourself at home. We have beer and seltzer in the fridge if you want, or apple juice,” The guy blabbed, ushering you inside the foyer leading into the kitchen and living room.

“Don’t be a dick, she doesn’t want apple juice.” The voice came from beyond the door frame, yelling almost as it berated the man in front of you. As you opened your mouth to speak, almost the exact same motherfucker walked out of the kitchen, “Sorry about Josh, he can be a bit overbearing.”

They had the same look, though this one had long wavy locks and his presence was not as bold, yet he shined as he entered the room. “I’m Jake, and this one is Josh, obviously, I assume youre the girl Danny’s mentioned.” You instantly felt at home, with the yin and yang nature of their contrasting personalities, and you nodded as you looked between the twins.

Josh knocked the back of his hand into Jake’s shoulder, “Lighten up, will ya?”, he turned back to face you. “Let’s go, Danny and Sam are downstairs tuning. Did you need a drink or anything ‘fore we go?”

“Honestly I’m okay, thank you for asking though. Do you have anywhere I could plug in my charger, though?”

“Yeah, just follow me.”

You made your way down the narrow staircase into what felt like a make-shift man cave of sorts, traffic signs, and rock ‘n’ roll memorabilia coated the walls as you entered the dimly lit basement. It smelled of incense, alcohol, and a hint of cologne as the boys ahead of you went straight for their bandmates. There sat Danny, and who you could only assume was Sam. He was hunched over what you thought was a guitar, only it was a light blue, almost green color, something you didn’t usually see. He had long brown hair, brushing his shoulders and wrapped like a halo around his face as his eyes were focused on the strings and his plush lips were mumbling something quietly, too quiet to hear. He seemed to be closest to your age, maybe a bit older, but nothing too crazy. Jake gestured you to the couch, where the outlet was sat directly next to, and you took a seat next to him.

“Nice guitar, I love the color,” you uttered loudly, loud enough to get his attention. He was the only one who hadn’t immediately perked up at your presence, even Danny had greeted you so welcomingly, now occupied with the brothers. This one was seemingly too entranced by the sounds coming out of his instrument as he tuned the strings. At the sound of your voice, he slowly looked up, and you could see he had large, downturned chocolate-colored eyes. He smirked gently, one side of his mouth lifting as he scoffed.

“Thanks, but this is a bass. I understand the confusion though, especially since it is customized. Though, it does look almost brown to me... You don’t get much of those out in the wild.” His eyes quickly scanned your appearance, looking for a comment of his own. “Nice… leaves?”

You glanced down confused by his comment on the color but noticed your tattoo peeking out from under your skirt, “Oh, thank you, they’re berry vines, strawberries actually. You don’t get much of those out in the wild, either.” He chuckled as you smiled to yourself, pleased with your quick wit.

“Well, Berry, it’s nice to meet you. Daniel over here has been talking about you coming over for a week now and I think we’re all a little interested in hearing about this little project of yours.”

“Nicknames already?” Danny chimed in, Sam’s head turning to meet the sound of his voice. “We can talk about logistics later, I have class in the morning so let’s get this shit started.”

The boys all made sounds of agreement and got into position as you looked around and decided to sit on a large purple bean bag chair on the floor, near where Jake was messing around with the pedals next to his feet. It was then that Danny counted them in and Josh’s vocals came in, loud, raw, and powerful, something you didn’t expect to come out of such a small man. The combination of Jake’s electric riffs, Danny’s pounding beat, the smooth and sexy bass lines, and Josh’s voice, you were quite frankly surprised and pleased. When Danny had mentioned a band, you had expected an amateur bunch of musicians trying to mesh their different sounds together, but this band was amazing, sounding as if they had been practicing for years and years together; their chemistry was addicting. As they finished off the song, Josh looked over at you for approval, grinning widely with a sparkle in his eyes really only seen in people who were truly passionate and into their craft. Your only reaction was a dropped jaw.

“That was… insane. Like, I’m blown away to be quite honest, you all work so harmoniously together- how? I mean, you’re all so cohesive.”

“I mean, we’ve been playing together since high school, we got a small following back home because of it but there’s always room to practice.” Jake was so genuine with his responses, probably the most level-headed out of the bunch. You nodded, urging them to tell more. He continued, “It’s been a rollercoaster but we’re looking to reach outside of just local bars and lounges.”

Sam chimed in, “Yeah, I’m kind of sick of college.” he flashed you a smirk, which made your cheeks heat, but you ignored the urge to keep eye contact with him. “Well, I would love to work with you guys this semester… I’ve got good social media skills too if you’d like this to branch outside of academics…,” Even asking the question felt embarrassing to ask, but something inside told you to stick around.

The boys looked around at each other, communicating with their eyes, silently agreeing with nods of approval and shrugs before Josh spoke up, “I think we could swing that.”

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parkeryangs · 11 months ago

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ooooh please tell me more about texas boy parker

i would be DELIGHTED anon; you have no idea how excited this ask made me ahahah. a lot of this is related to the apocalypse au specifically, but texan parker is a forever hc for me

firstly this fic i wrote (though its in the college band au) is, among other things, about texas boy parker so 👀 might be worth a read lol

he grew up in southwest texas, in a town called alpine! it's an "everyone knows everyone" type of place, and as he also has a twin sister (who he hasn't heard from since the apocalypse starts in this au ,,, ahaha,,,,,) he had a lot of trouble determining who he was/his plsce in the world apart from his family

thus, leaving feels just like a necessary step within self-discovery. its not so much that he hates where he came from, but he struggles for a long time about what alpine repesents overall in his life. he has a lot of fondness for the town itself, but doesn't ever really what to think on what that "fondness" actually is (ie just nostalgia vs genuinely still caring)

though he had a period of time as a teenager where he heavily rejected any cowboy/western motif, thougu it was always pretty natural to who he was and by the time he hit college he'd returned to embracing southern culture :]

when he was in school, his classmates would tease him for the way he talked, as most of them didn't have parents who'd grown up rural and consequently had no discernible accent. thus he trained it out of his voice the best he could (though it wasn't perfect)

^ later, after moving to arkham, he realized that he didn't want to be ashamed of his roots and stopped "fighting" it when it slipped out, which eventually devolved back into the drawl that faroe also ends up gaining in the apocalypse au. its also much stronger whenever his emotions are heightened (upset/excited/etc)

he plays guitar (and teaches faroe the basics :)) gravitating towards bluegrass chords before anything else as that was the colloquial music heard around his hometown, even if he lightheartedly denies the preference. (his guitar also has a sticker of the texas flag on it :))

oscar calls him cowboy, he acts like he hates it but tbh he really likes it lol despite pointing out that he isn't technically even a cowboy

being queer in a small, religious, southern town was a recipe for disaster, so he kept his head down and his mouth shut. he wasn't even worried about himself, but, for a multitude of reasons, how it would reflect on his parents. it made him cagey about his identity even after leaving tx, to the point he had a lot of trouble opening up to/growing closer with arthur because of it.

i think texas overall just represents SO MUCH for his character as a whole; he chases danger with the sort of spark that only starts in a dead-end small town, he doesn't look it but he can 100% hold his own in a fight, he's always moving not in pursuit of anything, but in fleeing of what he's scared of accepting

#jfc i project on this guy a LOT jsksjkdn.. twirls hair hes so me #i hope this is kind of what you were thinking anon LOL i feel like its a bit scattered #finch chirps #finch's headcanons #malevolent apocalypse au #parker yang #askbox

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Ngl, I think after Dexter asked her to move in with him in episode 13, in her head Emma said yes as quickly as when he asked her to visit him in London in episode 1. She only lightheartedly made him wait for her answer to sort of appease her 80s self in hearing her crush (back then) so lovingly saying he wanted her with him everyday.

Gotta add Dexter showing Emma so much affection after they decided to try a relationship was so adorable. And the way they may each other laugh.

Ugh, such a cute couple. There's an au out there where they eventually had a kid, and even though Jasmine might be a tiny bit jealous of the attention on the new baby at first Emma explains that Jasmine was the reason Emma wanted a child.

awwwwww wheres the au i want to read it lol

and yes to everything you said! in the book she takes A LOT longer to agree but the way they did it in the show was perfect. and dexter just....adored her. i cant think of a better phrase than that. they way he looked at her, he was so happy and in love! ep 13 was the happiest we EVER saw dexter. period.

#ask #anonymous #odn asks

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ask-the-blackbutler-fandom · 1 year ago

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you probably don't check this account anymore, but if you were have a do-over of your account (either back then or in the present), what would you do differently?

hi! im back for a bit, was feeling super nostalgic about the blog again. the odds of you seeing this are slim but i hope that you may, because ngl im overjoyed that there is anybody out there who would still care even just a tiny tiny bit about this thing that i cared about so overwhelmingly much as a child, so thank you lots and lots for sending something like this into this old inbox. it means more to me than you will probably ever know my original narrative that i wrote with all my fandomstuck friends at the time, and that was hinted at during the beginning of the blog, was that butler was half human and half demon, and his "demon side" has a cruel personality that he struggles to keep under control. you know, that sorta cliché narrative that kids like me couldn't get enough of /lighthearted, cringe is dead n all that, but yknow i don't remember if it was just me feeling overwhelmed by the thought of running a one-man-show with few side characters for butler to interact with, or if i just got really excited at the thought of giving him a brother, or some sort of mixture of both, but either way i decided to split up butlers human and demon side into two separate characters for the sake of the blog. i think at the time i had convinced myself it made the abstract ideas i had planned a bit more literal and easy to understand. like, ultimately i wanted to genuinely tell a story about self love, self hatred, and just generally the relationship you can have and foster for just your own self, but i guess i got cold feet and decided itd just be more simple if his two halves were two people as opposed to all internal. if i were to have a do-over, id stick to my original narrative and keep it all contained in one character. the thing is though, about the source material, is pretty much all of the characters who arent human have a really similar personality, which is great for something like fandomstuck. theyre all some variant of suave, skilled, a hint of unnerving, and maybe a sprinkle of flirtatious. and i feel that personality and tone really embodies the series as a whole. but, it leaves me struggling with what id do for butler's human side and what that personality would be like, if his demon side were to cover that suaveness and such. i wouldn't want it to just be a carbon copy of ciel, but pulling in influence from the other human characters is just a bit difficult to pull off in a way that feels good. and my solution at the time, to make him a super cutesy shy "kawaii boy", was just totally not it lol. that had purely bc of my bias for characters like that as well as my own personality leeching in. and frankly if im being honest, i struggle with being very nostalgic for this portrayal of butler, and the thought of changing it up makes me a little sad, because in my head and my heart he just totally captured a particular fragment of my life, and the thought of messing with that at all makes me... upset, tbh, but its something i would be willing to do if i ever did want to bring him back, which i do lightheartedly consider from time to time. still leaves me not totally sure what i WOULD want his personality to be like, but eh, at least i gave it more thought this time if anything no one cares abt this as much as i do but thats ok, but anybody who did read this whole thing i owe you my life thank you

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teenagemutantninjatrauma · 2 years ago

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*sigh* 2003 turtles should’ve made a radio station

Did anyone see that one video of Raph and Mikey doing a podcast and answering questions? How neat would it be if they just… had a radio station??

Imagine, right, Mikey reads scary stories and he and Donnie are writing an episodic murder mystery story. Leo does mini-lessons in Japanese language and culture. Raph blasts absolutely banger music and gives updates on any new happenings New Yorkers should watch out for - ongoing gang wars, aliens on the loose, but also charity events outside of Oroku Saki’s work because. Fuck Oroku Saki lol

Whenever they get into trouble and can’t get to their radio station or are too busy fighting something, the few New Yorkers that listen to them worry, and as they worry, they talk, and so ironically anytime the station goes quiet, the awareness of it spreads. The turtles keep coming back to new listeners, and they make more stories, more little lessons, they share little censored bits of their life. Mikey does in-depth analysis of superhero comics and shows like Star Trek, and very often reminds his listeners to Be Fuckin Weird!!! Be you be fun be interesting, your interests and hobbies are so cool I promise you, your outfit is banger and your hair is stylish and you deserve to feel confident in yourselves!!

Donatello shares hacks to make putting together machines easier for yourself, especially encouraging women to not feel intimidated or ridiculed by men for never being taught stuff like car mechanics — once you know where to start and what things look like, it’s easy enough! He researches reliable resources both online and offline, and occasionally rambles about new breakthroughs and what they mean in the bigger scope of all things science.

Leo has little episodes about exploring the soul - learning to understand yourself, meditating on who you are and want to be, but also how to cope with dangerous or traumatizing situations (shoutout to the Ancient One). Lots of queer folk lightheartedly agree that they would come out to him without hesitance because he “would be so so nice about it I bet.”

Raph starts setting up interviews, at first with the humans he knows - the kind Mrs. Morrison, talking about the horribly unfair housing policies making her life harder, the Professor, to humanize the homeless, but then he gets a little braver and starts interviewing nonhumans that live in the city — Leatherhead first, and then Sydney and the other people from the Underground City. A stray Utrom that settled down here and opted to stay when their peers left for home. Professor Honeycutt, when he visits - that interview sort of cements that he’s not making these people up, because, well. Everyone had seen and heard the fugitoid during the invasion. He interviews superheroes, both those that work during the day, and those that work during the night (and yes, he does interview the Turtle Titan). He invites the Battle Nexus Daimyo for a visit. But the interview most beloved by the listeners… is one Raphael conducts with his dad.

They never mention they’re mutants, but I wonder how many people feel something click in their minds when Raph starts the interview by going “so. Just you and four kids, practically homeless, hiding in the shadows. How did you manage, those first few years when we were really little?” And they talk about being a single dad who was “barely an adult” (read: still learning himself how to be a mutant) and all the folks out there who maybe had to deal with having kids too early or at a time where they couldn’t properly take care of them as much as they wanted to, they all lean in, because this man sounds like he’s about sixty now - surely he’ll have some wise words of advice? And he does, Splinter talks about having to learn what kids are even like, never having had interacted with that many people in general before, he often had to guess at what was a serious ailment and what was simply a byproduct of childhood and later puberty, he talks about how visiting his few friends (the Ancient One, and the Daimyo) helped him remember that he’s not all alone to do this, he talks about how what worked for one of his sons didn’t work for the other three and how a parent should always remain flexible and open minded and accepting of change, as change is natural to life and inevitable especially during the early years. And they talk and talk and I bet a bunch of New Yorkers go “wait a minute.. four guys that live on the streets with a dad they occasionally call a ‘master,’ one of them constantly talks about machinery, they all speak fluent Japanese… could these possibly be the fucked up little guys that saved my ass that one time? Could this be the guy I punched that one time cuz I freaked out?’

Like. Just consider it okay. A turtle radio station.

#chatter #my ideas #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2003 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #this was originally a shitpost but then I overthought it lol #2k3 donnie #2k3 leo #2k3 raph #2k3 mikey #ninja turtle radio #revolution radio au

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tenkasato · 2 years ago

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Hi hi😁 im really glad to catch ur requests open. Ten, would it be alright to adk for a comfort fic with Akashi and his insecure fem! best friend in their 20s? Like sure akashi is perfect abd all but with each other they can share their ups and downs as young adults navigating through life. They experience heartaches and breakups and drunk nights and happy moments, victories, failures, anxieties, hilarious moments etc that theyll remember forever. Theyve fought too and made up throughout the years. Theyre both confused with their careers and perosnal lives. Akashis more sure definitely but she doesnt know where shes going. I thinj this has thr potential to br a funny story hahaha. They just sypport one another always! Maybe they end up together in the end or just implied? Lots of fluff please!! Thank u so much. If it's too vague mayve just akashi tirelessly motivating her and believing in her always never once doubting her potential? You can of course tweak all the details to ur liking judt this general vibe is more than okay. Really need this one! (me im confused 20 something lol) thank you so so much this would mean the world to me.

Hi anon! Let me start by saying how much I adore this idea. I was thinking of how I could incorporate the scenes you listed. At first I was thinking of writing headcanons, but I think writing a narrative of Akashi’s POV will allow him to be more expressive. Anyways, without further ado… ^^

Pairings: Akashi Seijuro x bestfriend!reader

Akashi Seijuro knows what your every breath meant.

He watches you furrow your brows, pucker your lips and make a sharp exhale as you scan the list of entrance exam passers on the board. He waits for you to find your name (there, in the middle of the people sharing your surname. He’s seen it minutes ago), and when you finally did, he observes your sigh of relief.

A radiant smile stretches your lips.

“I passed,” you announce, as if he didn’t know yet.

“Of course,” he answers. His voice brims with confidence. If there’s anyone who could put her mind to something she wanted, it was his best friend.

“Come on, I’ll treat you!” you enthuse, hooking an arm around his as you walk away from the crowd.

Your breathe trembles. Excitement zapped in with flavors of anxiety.

Even so, he’s glad you’re going to college with him.

– 0 –

There are times when Akashi wishes you saw yourself with his eyes.

Your hair sits like a worn-out mop on your head. Light make-up smudged at the wrong places. Eyes rimmed with exhaustion, hurt and self-contempt.

“I should’ve know,” you release a long-drawn groan. “I should’ve know he was a good-for-nothing jerk who just wanted me as some sort of a trophy!”

Akashi’s quiet gaze falls on your drink—warm milk, before a smile captures his lips. Who gets drunk on milk anyways?

“Am I not good enough, Sei?” you mewl. Your eyes are huge and watery, begging him to disagree.

He sighs. “I warned you early on that that boy was nothing short of trouble. Did you at least heed my words?”

You wince and lay your head over your folded arms. With another groan, you snuggle to the side of his arm. “I need my best buddy right now. Not a father.”

“And a friend I am,” he says. He thinks it over, and then, “He is blind.”

“What?”

“You are a supremely flawed human being. We all are. Needless to say, you are a definitely a cut above many.”

You hear the tease in his voice, narrow your eyes and huff. “Is that your way of comforting me?”

Akashi remembers the time you lightheartedly prepare a meal for your now ex-boyfriend. He recalls the genuine emotions dancing in your eyes. He hears your hopeful voice, the one that carries a song of future promises.

He wishes you’d see yourself through his eyes.

“No, it’s my way of telling you the truth.”

– 0 –

Akashi thinks you’re like the moon. Meek and fluctuating.

When you were kids, you always shied away from the adults. You preferred to play with him at the garden or in his room.

Whenever he invited you out to one of the family busines dinners, you begrudgingly tagged along. The polite smile on your face never left, but he could see hints of unease in the way you kept close to him.

When with his friends or teammates in Teiko, you’d exchange pleasantries, indulge them in small talks and even spill supposedly embarrassing things about him. He’d feel you stealing glimpses of him as you looked for reassurance.

“I think you’re like the sun, Sei,” you tell him one time, during the heat of an argument he’d rather not have. It was one of those times when you two walk home together in the swell of the night, university work keeping you both out longer than normal.

You’ve stopped on your tracks, and instead, you’re glaring at him.

“Pardon?” he says.

“I said, you’re like the sun. It’s like you’re meant to rule the skies. You’ve got everything figured out. You’ve got your path laid out for you, and all you need to do is walk over it.”

Akashi finally faces you. It’s then that he notices the slight glimmer in your eyes. Tears from you are rare, and that is why seeing them adorning your gaze makes his chest ache.

“I meant no offense,” Akashi explains. “All I am trying to say is that this indecision might deter you from realizing the things you really want.”

“But what can I do about it? I’m not so sure what I want to do. You think shifting courses is easy?”

He shakes his head. “I did not say that. But you need to start making choices that you wouldn’t second think at the last moment and waste valuable time.”

Your eyes flare at the jab. “Someone like you won’t understand what it’s like to be unsure and lost. You’re talented, smart and versatile. On the other hand, I have to work thrice as hard just to get by each day. I bet you’ve never experienced feeling empowered and ready to take the world one second, only to run out of fumes the next moment.”

A choked noise rumbles your throat as you inspire some air.

“And unlike you, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon up my ass! Stop pretending as if you understand me at all!”

The hurt etches itself on his face, you realize too late.

“Ah… Seijuro, I didn't mean to…” you begin, but he walks ahead of you.

“Let’s go home,” he tells you, not wanting to talk further.

The silence of the aftermath kills you, but it also kills him too, knowing that he could’ve told you about how he thinks the moon glows brighter at nights.

– 0 –

Akashi knows he isn’t infallible.

He’s been beaten by you in a game of cards multiple times when you were seven. He’s fallen a flight of stairs once, and just when he thought no one saw, a blast of laughter emanated from you. He’s worn clothes that were 'outrageously heinous’ according to you. He’s made you cry before, many times—sometimes because of the most mundane and pettiest of things such as eating your dessert accidentally, but sometimes because of almost irreparable damages such as when he told you he needed no one else but himself.

It was a lie of course, and you knew it.

So when he went home after Rakuzan’s defeat at the hands of Seirin, you were there, perched on his bed. Glowing with warmth.

“I figured you want to watch movies with me?” you said with a wry smile. You gestured at the cups of hot chocolate by his lamp.

He wasn't perfect. He won't ever be, but he figures that that's okay.

– 0 –

Akashi can tell when you're nervous.

"I'm so nervous, Sei," you verbalize his thoughts out loud, going over the mirror to strip down to your underclothes.

Akashi ducks, keeping his eyes back to his phone. "Will you please change in private?" he asks, peeved.

"What," you stick out your tongue, putting on that long, cream dress. It falls until your ankles. "We used to run around buck naked in the river when we were younger."

"Emphasis on the younger."

You try to pull the back zipper up, but it proves to be challenging given the low level cut of the dress. Instead, you walk towards him with your hand holding the fabric behind your back. With the other hand on your hip, you ask, "Well? Classy enough?"

"They say it's a trick question when a woman asks about how she looks."

"I'm serious," you hiss.

"You look presentable," he gives in, smiling a bit.

You beam at him before turning back towards the mirror. As you pick up a tube of lipstick, Akashi notices the journal sitting atop your desk.

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to this," you say all of the sudden, unknowingly disrupting his train of thoughts. "I just needed someone to be my date for this event. Otherwise, they'll accuse me of wasting a free ticket… that or, they call me unsociable. That's going to make me feel like crap again."

Akashi sighs for the umpteenth time that day, staring down at the yellowing cover and multi-colored marks of your worn-out journal. It’s the notebook he gave you a few years ago. Hands hovering above the worn out notebook, he says, "You need not to feel like crap just because there are scrutinizing eyes watching you."

"You don't get it," you reply. "This is huge for me and my career. If I screw up—"

"You will rise back," he completes the sentence for you. Akashi holds your nervous gaze, then adds, "Adversaries are meant to defeat us until we gain enough strength and means to overcome. Don't be daunted by the possibility of failure.

"Refrain from holding yourself back, and start believing in people when they tell you about how amazing you are in your own rights."

The monumental pause and gawking you give him is enough to make him grin.

Turning away before he sees your eyes glisten, you harrumph, "Always so flowery in your words, Sei. Whatever. Help me pull this zipper up, will you?"

Grin widening, he ambles over to you to do just that.

– 0 –

There are a number of things Akashi constantly wonders about.

For example, he wonders why you always make a fuss about him. You were also like this before. When he lost his mother, you did everything to fill up the gaping hole.

“Hmm, should you use this tie?” you ask, placing the said clothing article over his chest, “or this black one? I think the black one fits you better than this red one, hmm?”

You toss the chosen tie on the chair before he can let a word out. You proceed on rummaging through his closet, muttering under your breath about how rich Akashi is and how having too many clothes to choose from is a bother.

Akashi chuckles and grabs the tie you selected. “Calm down.”

“Calm down?” you repeat, incredulous. “You’re going out on a date! You have to look your absolute best, otherwise you’re going to live down that regret for the rest of your life!”

“An exaggeration,” he remarks. “And to set the record straight, this is hardly the first time I am going out to dinner with someone.”

“Damn right, it's not. But you wouldn't know if you’d actually be dating your soulmate, right? Better make a good impression.”

He wants to argue that he doesn't at all consider it a date. It was a dinner meeting his father set-up, one with the heir of a promising business partner. And still, you frantically run around his room like a madman who is at her wits end.

He looks at your back fondly.

Here you are, young adults venturing out on new chapters of your life—still going hand in hand, inseparable. You have always been there to keep him grounded. And he, in turn, never fails to guide you back when you seem to stray away.

"Please get it right this time," he hears you mumble as you finally emerge from his towering closet. "Your dates never seem to work out, for Pete's sake, Sei. I'm starting to think you're the problem here."

"I just do not like being in a hurry."

"Yeah, sure," you reply, completely unconvinced. "But it is weird. You're like the best, ideal guy out there. No one compares to you!"

You stare down at him as he stares back with a painted gaze. Giving up, you sigh and shake your head, shooting him an affectionate smile as you hand him his gray dress shirt.

"Bachelor of the year, they say. I wonder why the hell you're still single," you laugh.

He wonders too.

And he wonders whether it has anything to do with that saccharine smile of yours.

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bts-reveries · 3 years ago

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expect the unexpected | 19

(images in between and in the end)

Jin had just picked up his two oldest and is now back in his office. It’s been a long day. Having Haneul alone with him was already a hard time but adding two more? He tried his best to maintain his composure as Yeonjun told him the rest of the schedule for today.

“So right now we have all this paperwork to go through because it has to be sent out today, and then we have to go to a video shoot at 4:30pm. Jungkook should be here soon. Afterwards, when we get back, we have a meeting regarding the promotional photoshoots for the new drama, Save Me, with their Director, Producer, and the seven lead actors.” Yeonjun says. “I heard it’s really good. Kind of confusing actually when I saw the trailer. There’s this seven group of friends and they all make some sort of bad decision in their lives and they.. Well not all of them but I think some of them die? Then come back to life? I don’t know, but one of them is a time traveler I think..” Yeonjun trailed on, looking up as he thought back to the trailer.

Although, Jin wasn’t really listening.

“Dad, what does this word mean?” Minseok asks, pointing to his book.

“Daddy can we get ice cream in the cafeteria,” Soojin says, holding onto the door knob.

“Carry meee,” Haneul whines, he’s standing by Jin’s leg, trying to climb onto his dad’s lap.

“Anyways,” Yeonjun says, going back on track. “It should be fun. They’ll be here around 6pm. Which, I understand, is around dinner time, but it was the only available time they had for a meeting. This drama was a big hit on webtoon. It’s good exposure for us for them to use our studio.”

“Dad!” Minseok called, he’s now standing next to Jin. “Can you help me please? I don’t know this word.”

“DDDAAAAAADDDYY!” Soojin yells. “Can we please get ice cream!”

“Caaarryyy meeeeee!” Haneul screams, bursting into tears.

Jin drops his head into his hands. “My head. Is going. To ex-plode.”

“Minseok, I’ll help you with your homework, come with me,” Yeonjun says, finally realizing how tired and stressed Jin was. Minseok glances at his dad before walking towards Yeonjun and grabbing onto his hand that he was holding out. Then Soojin came running to Jin’s side, where Minseok was just standing.

“Daddy you’re not listening to me,” Soojin frowns. Jin turns to the side and looks at her. His sweet, precious daughter. The one he can never say no to.

“Soojin it’s cold, you’re going to get sick if you eat ice cream,” Jin calmly says. “And you haven’t even done your homework yet. Go with Minseok and Uncle Yeonjun and do your homework with them.”

Soojin’s lip starts to quiver, “but I just want to eat a little bit. I can do my homework when I’m done…”

“Soojin, daddy said no. Now go,” Jin says, turning to the side to pick up Haneul. He was still crying his eyes out. Soojin looked down, a big frown on her face and tears started running down her face. Jin was too busy wiping Haneul’s tears away and shushing him that he didn’t know Soojin was crying until he heard her sobbing when she walked away.

“Soojin,” Jin called out. She didn’t answer, nor did she look back. “Soojinie,” Jin calls again. “Yah, Kim Soojin!”

“w-AHH!” Jin yells, the three, Yeonjun, Minseok, and Soojin all looked back at Jin when they heard him yell.

Yeonjun has never seen him so mad before.

Jin puts down Haneul and stands up.

Hot coffee dripped down his suit. His tie and white dress shirt was completely soaked.

Jin puts both hands on his desk, leaning forward as he sighs.

Haneul wasn’t done crying, flailing his hand around and started hitting things on the table, grabbing things, causing Jin’s cup of coffee to come flying at his chest. Not to mention, spilling all over the paperwork that had to be done.

“Sir, I have a sweatshirt you can borrow in my bag,” Yeonjun says, standing up immediately to grab his duffle bag. He usually worked out in the gym Jin had a whole floor of in his building. “You can change into it now so you don’t get all sticky,” he says, handing a white sweatshirt to Jin. Jin says a quiet thank you, grabbing the sweatshirt from Yeonjun and placing it on the back of his chair as he took off his blazer, his tie, and his white dress shirt.

Haneul was still sniffling and he quickly ran to Yeonjun when he made eye contact with his dad.

“Yeonjun,” Jin says. “Do you have the soft copy for these,” he says, pointing to the sticky mess on his table.

“Yes sir,” Yeonjun says, running over to get his laptop. “I’ll send them to you right now.” Jin sounded awfully calm right now, which scared the kids even more. Minseok was fidgeting with his book as he looked at his dad and Soojin was sitting next to him, playing with her hands. Haneul was standing by the couch, trying to hide. He would take small glances at his dad as he watched him clean up the mess he made.

“And also, we can’t cancel the meeting so just make sure our guests feel welcome when they come here for our meeting. I’ll connect from my laptop because we’ll be going home soon. I’ll continue my work there. You’re in charge here, make sure everyone is in that meeting and please have someone set up a TV in our boardroom so they can all see me when I connect. Umm, yeah, that’s all-- Oh, I won’t be there for the video shoot. We won’t get anything done and will only be a bother if I come with the kids so just go with Jungkook okay?”

“Okay sir.”

“Kids pack your stuff, we’re going to leave in a bit,” Jin says, going back to cleaning his desk. The kids hurriedly grabbed their things, stuffing it into their backpacks.

Jin wasn’t mad often, but when he was…

He’s definitely scary.

“Hello everyone, first of all, thank you all for being here. I apologize that I couldn’t be there with you in person. I really wanted to be there but I am working as both CEO and dad tonight,” Jin says lightheartedly. He watches everyone smile through his laptop. “Second of all, I want to apologize beforehand. My three kids might pop up here and there and interrupt, but I talked to them before this and we should be okay. But just in case,” Jin says, raising his head to see if the kids are nearby. His office had clear doors for him to be able to see the kids.

“Okay, so it looks like the coast is clear,” Jin jokes, we can start our meeting now. Jin nods his head, gesturing for the first person to go ahead and start off the meeting. First they had to talk about the drama and it’s concept so they can have a feel of how they can take the photos.

“Daddy,” Jin hears from the side. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before moving his head out of frame to see Haneul peeking in the room. “I want to stay with you..”

Jin mutes his mic before talking to Haneul.

“Daddy’s in the meeting, can you please go to your brother and sister and wait until I’m done?”

Haneul shakes his head no, walking towards Jin. “I want to stay with youu~” He says, trying to climb onto Jin’s lap yet again.

Jin sighs, pulling Haneul up and placing him on his lap.

“What do you think, Mr. Kim?”

Jin’s eyes widened, unmuting himself. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

The director laughs. “We’re thinking of doing one concept as school themed. Since the seven characters will be meeting at school in the drama. Would we be able to do that?”

“Yes, that sounds good. We have school props that we can use for the photoshoots, like desks and the blackboard. Yeonjun show them a picture that we have from a previous photoshoot where we did a school concept.”

“I don’t like that,” Haneul says, causing a few heads to look up. Jin looks down and shushes him.

“It’s not for you to like,” he says.

As the meeting went on, Haneul got bored and began picking at things on the table.

“Haneul please don’t touch anything,” Jin says, moving Haneul’s hand away from the table and holding onto them.

“What is it Mr. Kim?”

“Oh no sorry, I was talking to my son. Please,” Jin says, moving a hand to gesture to the camera. “Continue.”

After Jin lets go of Haneul’s hands, he immediately slams a hand on the keyboards, shutting it off.

“What did you do!” Jin yells. Trying to turn the laptop back on but it looks like it froze or something because it wasn’t turning on.

“I don’t want to be in the meeting,” Haneul says, watching Jin frantically trying to get his laptop to work. Jin sighs in annoyance, grabbing Haneul and putting him down next to him.

“Then why didn’t you stay with your siblings?” He says. “This is an important meeting Haneul, I was already supposed to be there in person and now I can’t even join--”

“I just want to play--”

“I’m speaking right now,” Jin says to him, turning to look him in the eye.

“Okay,” Haneul answers quietly.

“Is that right or not?”

“That’s right.”

“You did something wrong, do you agree?”

Haneul nods, his lip beginning to quiver and his eyes starting to water.

“Go stand in the corner, you’re in a time out,” Jin tells him, nodding to the corner of his office. Haneul burst into tears as he ran to the corner where his dad told him to go, holding his face in his hands.

“Stay there until I finish my meeting,” Jin tells him, returning back to his laptop. It still wasn’t turning on.

Jin runs his hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. He grabs his phone and texts Yeonjun.

“Haneul shut off my laptop and it’s not turning on. I’ll connect through my phone just give me a few minutes.”

expect the unexpected

♡ part nineteen: daddy said no ♡

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: the part where jin says “im speaking right now” to “you did something wrong do you agree?” and everything in between was a real convo between him and yoongi when he kept talking while jin was talking😭 i’ll reblog this later with a link lol

edit: actually here it is: 0:39-0:44

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savebatsfromscratch · 3 years ago

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RusAmeChu Week 2022 Day One.

Prompt: Party/Dance

Words: 2,532

America throws a party in his house. His two boyfriends show up.

This was gonna be for the ‘World Meeting’ prompt, because I like reading those better than party fics, but then it sort of morphed. *shrugs*

It’s kind of set in my house??? I didn’t have any other ideas, okay? I was really tired lol.

Also it focuses a bit more on RoChu than anything else, but it’s meant to be RusAmeChu. .-,

The ending is a little bit wack, just ignore it.

Fic under the cut or at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36925651

America pushed past China, “I’ll get it!” he cried, reaching for the handle, “It’s mine!” China shook his head but stepped back anyway, awaiting the creak of the door as the rusty hinges squeaked open. Not a moment later, the shocking shriek met his ears and he peered out the door, suddenly curious. Three sets of eyes connected, and a moment of realization passed between them.

“Russia!” America cheered, throwing his hands up above his head as his boyfriend shouldered his way into his house, “You made it!”

“Why wouldn’t I have made it-,” Russia broke off, suddenly crushed as China unexpectedly tackled him.

“I dunno bro, but it wouldn’t be the first time, would it.,” America scolded, pulling his two boyfriends apart and directing them away from the door. “Come on dudes, let's get out of the way of the door,” he mumbled, “I’ve got other guests coming you know.”

Once they were sufficiently far away, China turned to face America, “Who’d you invite?” he asked curiously, peering over America’s shoulder to look if there was anyone else entering the room.

“Oh just the normal guys,” America answered, waving the question aside like his answer had been the most specific thing he could have said, “But I’m more interested in who’s here already.”

“Me or him?” Russia asked, laughing from under his scarf and gesturing to China, “Or maybe you meant yourself?”

China stifled a laugh and lightheartedly punched Russia’s arm, “Oh stop it, you know he didn’t mean himself.”

“Maybe I did,” America joked, “I am the coolest one in this room, maybe I’m the hottest one too!”

“Not true!” China sputtered, “That’s definitely me!”

America and Russia burst out laughing, and it didn’t take long for China to join them. In fact, their little giggle fit only ended when the door hinges creaked open again. (Quieting as all three nations hurriedly turned to see who was joining the party.)

“Yo! Japan dude!” Called America, waving his hands and rushing over to properly invite his friend, “You need anything? Juice? Chips? A place to put your bags?” Relieved, Japan nodded and followed America, still chattering, to the snacks table.

Russia smiled slightly, America looked like he was having fun, and honestly, that was enough to let him brush aside how much less planned out his welcome was. (The man could have at least asked him if he’d had a good flight, I mean really.) But as he watched the two friends chat, he knew it didn’t matter, Alfred was having a good time! And heck if he wasn’t going to follow his example.

China followed Russia as he made his way over to the snack table. Snickering to himself as he was reminded of how much the amount of junk food outweighed the singular vegetable platter. (It wasn’t a bad vegetable platter, but nothing to boast about when compared to the absolute mountain of chips that stood next to it.)

“Hey America!” he teased, picking up a Cheese Puff and flinging it at his boyfriend, “Do you want me to teach you how to cook some real party food?”

America looked over, an obviously fake look of annoyance on his face, “Not now dude, can’t you see I’m busy talking to Japan over here?”

“He sees that,” Russia interjected, not looking up from filling his place with diced carrots, “He’s just so enamored by your cooking abilities that he can’t but give a few tips,”

China snorted slightly and began to inspect a cracker, “Pretty sure this is processed but thanks for trying to explain my opinions.” Russia nodded into his scarf, but even with his face half buried in light pink fabric, China could tell he was smiling. (Knowing that sort of thing just came naturally when you’d been together for as long as they had.)

China finally decided that the cracker was safe to eat and bit into it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Japan stifling a laugh and patting America on the shoulder. “It’s okay Alfred,” he was saying, “I like your food selection,”

America batted his friend’s hand away and shook his head, clearly not upset despite his slightly annoyed expression. “You’re just saying that because the cake isn't out here yet,” he decided, looking more and more cheered up by every word, “I frosted it myself!”

Japan grimaced, obviously aware that that meant the cake was almost certainly an unhealthy looking shade of green or pink. (China and Russia quickly followed his example when the realization hit them.), Looking around himself and seeing their faces, America broke into a barking laugh, “Don’t worry!” he reassured them, wiping an eye with one hand and pointing around at them with the other, “It’s just a little bit of frosting, nothing to worry about!”

“Oh whew,” Russia mumbled sarcastically, “For a moment there I was worried you had covered the thing in dead bugs,”

While China pretended to throw up, America just fell back into a couch, laughing harder. (Poor Japan didn’t seem to process the joke for a moment, but eventually smiled slightly as it dawned on him.) “You know I would never do that!” America finally choked out, “Not unless it was our anniversary or something…”

China leaned over to Russia, whispering behind a hand as he joked, “Reminded me when that is so I can avoid it,”

Russia nodded solemnly, “14th of October,” he whispered back, “And I’ll only remind you if you remind me first,”

China shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Russia that doesn’t make sense,” his voice now at full volume, “How would that do any good if I had to remind you first?”

Russia shrugged, but before he (or anyone else for that matter) could open their mouth to speak there was a knock at the door. Instantly America shot off the couch, vaulting over an end of the snack table as he rushed to invite another friend in. “I’m getting it!” he yelled, “All of you stay right there, I’ve got this!”

Russia looked to the sky and China pinched the bridge of his nose. “Really,” Japan murmured, “It’s like he thinks it’s some kind of contest.”

“Oh you don’t even know the half of it,” China said, turning to face his friend, “You didn’t see how aggressively he ran to get the door for you or Russia.”

Japan raised his eyebrows. “How aggressive would you say it was?” Russia asked, sounding mildly curious, “For me I mean,” he corrected, “I saw him inviting Japan.”

China shrugged, “Pretty aggressive I’d say,” and then, suddenly serious he added, “He pushed me out of the way Ivan,” -he mimed hitting something, “Phhss, right like that,”

“Wow, that’s very violent,” Russia said, following China’s own mimed seriousness with a nod and a blink, “So very unlike him.”

China nodded back seriously, but a stifled cough of laughter broke though as Russia copied his little smack movement and subsequent sound effect, “Shut up,” China mumbled, watching out of the corner of his eye as Italy and Germany finally made it through the door, “It was the only thing I could think of doing,”

“Thank you for thinking of it then,” Russia smiled, casually picking up an entire bell pepper and biting into it, “It was funny.”

Abandoning the snacks table, Japan rushed over to the newcomers, excitedly hugging Italy (and then Germany) as America explained where the snacks and everything were. After a moment of watching the three former allies greet each other, Russia opened his mouth to speak, “When do you think they’ll figure it out?” he whispered, “They’ve obviously got a thing for each other.”

China shrugged and climbed into a chair, “I dunno, but hopefully it’s soon. They’re driving me mad with anticipation.”

“It was the same for us you know,” Russia nodded, leaning on the chair back and sighing, “That feels like such a long time ago…”

“It was a long time ago,” China laughed, “We’ve been a thing for a real while now.”

“I guess you’re right.” Slowly, the two drifted into silence. A direct contrast to the growing noise of the party as another group of nations made it past America’s little ‘greeting’ speech. It was nice, being close enough to each other that they could talk face to face. (Which was a luxury that neither of them had ever been able to take for granted. Being nations and everything, they usually had to stay in their own countries, far away from any other immortal friends or lovers.)

-That was the reason that China was so grateful to America for throwing this party. That loneliness was thrown off his shoulders with an excuse to leave and see the people he cared about the most. He knew that Russia felt the same way (they had talked about it over video call more than once), and he also knew that America had set up this whole party basically just to see them smile.

He’d never said it, not out loud anyway, but America was notoriously bad at keeping secrets, so China knew anyway. He was glad that he knew. (It almost entirely excused the junk food, which Finland was busy digging into. China had to appreciate the hustle.)

Russia hummed a note and leaned over the chair back a bit more, resting his forehead on the top of China’s head and bringing the other man out of his thoughts. “Would you like me to get you a drink?” He asked, “You seem pretty comfortable there.”

China smiled up at him, pushing his head back in order to not clonk their noses together, “That would be really nice, can you see if he has any good tea?”

“I’ll try,” laughed Russia, pulling away from the chair and nearly crashing into Hungry as she and her girlfriend strode by, “But I dunno if he’s gonna have any real tea,”

“He might!” China called, no longer visible behind the chair back as Russia glanced back at him, “He’s perfect in every other way, this can’t be his only fault!”

Russia shook his head, smiling as the atmosphere of the party drifted in through his ears. Oh how happy he was to be here, finally surrounded by the warmth of other people and the chatter of their voices, and finally being able to fetch one of his boyfriends a drink. (It was a weird thing to want to do, but for him, it felt like it proved that he was really in love, and it felt like it proved that he was really ready to spend life with the two men he called his.)

Suddenly, he spotted a shock of bright blond in the crowd. He knew that a disproportionate amount of male nations had blond hair, but this wasn’t any dumb blond, it was his dumb blond.

“America!” He called, swerving around a gaggle of nordics and a small crowd of female nations, “America do you have any tea?”

“Sure I do dude!” Came the excited response, “Are you the one asking?”

“No I’m not,” Russia answered, shaking his head and shuffling a bit closer to the other nation, “China wants some tea,” he leaned in closer and glanced behind himself, “The good kind,” he whispered, “Do you have any good tea?”

America blinked, and for a moment Russia was scared that his dreams of bringing China a drink wouldn’t be fulfilled, but just as suddenly as he always spoke, Alfred laughed. “Of course I do! I got it just for him, come this way!”

Russia smiled and felt another wave of gratitude for his man, “Thank you Alfred, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that,” he said truthfully, scrambling after America as he led him past the kitchen and into the basement. ‘And I appreciate it too.’

“I’m sure he will,” America agreed, rifling through a few boxes as he seared for the good tea, “But maybe you could make it for him,” he murmured embrasedly, picking out the right box and handing it to Russia, “I, er, I don’t know how to,”

To America’s surprise, Russia’s smile only grew. “Of course!” He nodded, “That’s alright, you all are known for your love of coffee, not tea.”

But before America could properly ask him what the hell he meant by ‘you all’, he was already thanking him and halfway up the stairs. “You’re welcome!” Alfred called after him, heart soaring as he climbed after Russia. He watched as he busily made his way over to the correct cabinets for the teapot and measuring spoons (and ignored how mildly questionable the fact that he knew he way around was. America had reorganized the entire kitchen since either boyfriend had been here last).

It felt good to be appreciated, but it felt even better to help someone achieve something.

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China didn’t know when he had gotten pulled into dancing, but he knew that he was having fun. He spun across the carpeted floor, ignoring the way that it burned his toes as he swept dramatically into Americaś arms. (Off to the side, he could hear Russia cheering and clapping as the two danced. It was like they were the only couple to ‘grace’ the hastily cleared living room dance area.)

America grinned and leaned in to kiss him. China however, was not having any of that, and ducked to the side lightheartedly, totally ready to surprise hug as it became his ‘turn’ to give a move. Alfred hugged back, and China couldn’t help but look out to the small crowd in search of his other boyfriend. So it was no surprise that when the song shifted key (whatever track was playing then) China gestured for Russia to come join them.

“It’ll be fun!” He called, unlatching himself from America and making cute little ‘come here’ gestures with his hand. “Come on! Let’s all dance!”

At first Russia shook his head, but slowly he hesitated. They did look like they were having a lot of fun (plus, of course they looked great while doing it). Who was he to pass up an opportunity? So, as the song blurred over the CD player, Russia let himself be pushed into the carpeted area to join his boyfriends.

“This is a good party.” He commented, casually doing a pirouette (even as it 1, didn’t fit the song, and 2, hurt his toes a lot), “Nice music choice too,”

“I wonder who put it on,” America joked, pausing for a moment to let himself rest, “I bet the party thrower would really appreciate a thank you right about now,”

China laughed, spinning his own little circle before jumping up to put his arms around both his boyfriends, “Will this one suffice?” He leaned in closer.

Before America could say or process anything, China had already kissed him. “Now,” he chirped, smiling brightly, “Let’s all hold hands and act like nothing happened,”

“Oh yes,” America agreed, nodding as the song finally began to draw to a close, “That will definitely make that less oddly timed,”

Russia giggled and China rolled his eyes, “Come on, just do it,” he whispered.

“Of course!”

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in the stars - chapter 4

photo credit - @ssa-emilyhotchner

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon typical criminal minds, stalking, angst. pretty tame chapter

summary - “I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent.

a/n - hi besties. so this chapter is p short compared to the last one, i had like 7k something chapter 4 and it just didnt feel right, BUT that means chapter 5 is basically done i just need to edit it soooooooooooo hopefully wont take a long time lol! enjoy, heart yall forever

masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3

chapter 3 / chapter 5

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The rest of the team was left in various levels of shock. Everyone was struggling to process the bomb of information that had just been revealed. With hindsight, it was easy to connect the strange levels of tension and intimacy that radiated between you and Hotch. What was more difficult to swallow, was the new understanding that Hotch had been keeping this secret for nearly five years. Random ‘trips’ that Hotch would take out of state or the subtle sprinkles of wealth showing up in the form of gifts suddenly made sense.

This was completely uncharted territory for the entire team. Given Hotch’s history, it wasn’t too difficult to understand how protective he may be of any relationships post-Haley; but the magnitude of your relationship- both in terms of your status as well as length-, and the withholding of information even on the case was a different form of betrayal that couldn’t be kicked under the rug.

Hotch had always been one of the fiercest advocates for unity, truth and an equal playing field when it came to information concerning a case,- Morgan was still feeling second hand embarrassment for Jordan- for him to be the one to hold back such influential info was difficult to fully wrap their heads around. Anger, of course, was felt and there would certainly be time for that anger- not even getting started on the amount of questions everyone was bound to have-, but as the team was silently processing, they all reached similar conclusions. Hotch was displaying a softness and side of him they hadn’t seen in a very long time and they wouldn’t let their valid frustrations get in the way of solving this case.

Morgan was the first to speak, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I need to text Garcia about this.” He said, shaking the phone a bit. Everyone managed to laugh at that, all certain that Garcia would have the most interesting reaction to the news.

“You know…, the other day when she was giving me a tour of her house, I pointed out a bottle of Dalmore 25 she had on the wall. She got really weird about it and I thought she was trying to play modest, but this, this makes a lot more sense.” JJ remarked lightheartedly.

“So now we know Hotch has some game then, huh?” Morgan quipped, a large grin on his face. When everyone just stared blankly back at him, even more confused than they already were he continued. “Do you all not remember when he ‘magically’ got a bottle of Dalmore 45, those start at twelve grand”

Reid was about to open his mouth and add to the conversation, but just as the words were leaving his mouth Hotch stormed back into the conference room. One hand was tightly balled in a fist while the other was gripping his phone.

“She’s not answering her phone. Three times, it went straight to voicemail.”

“She isn’t on set today, when she left this morning she told me she had work related errands to run.” Emily recounted, racking her brain for any more info about your whereabouts.

Hotch strode over to an open laptop at the edge of the table, quickly hitting a series of buttons until a very flustered Garcia appeared on screen; her mouth dropping open when she saw Hotch.

“Questions later Garcia,” Hotch opened, already anticipating that someone Derek would have informed her of the latest news, “I need you to track Y/N. I want her current and last location.”

“Yes sir! I uh, I will do that right now for you.” Garcia responded, clearly doing her best to hold back the hoard of questions and comments she had. The sound of her vigorously typing filled the room. “Alright sir, so the bad news is that it looks like her phone is currently turned off, but! The last place it pinged at was outside of Chateau Marmont about three hours ago. Which for those of you who don’t know this place is notorious for being the A-lister hideaway-”

“Garcia, do a wide search for her name and location for today’s date. Check to see if there’s been any media sightings on her whereabouts.” Hotch ordered. He hadn’t forgotten how uneasy it had made him once he found out how easy it was to locate you. Paparazzi were a different form of ruthless and he’d never realized how difficult it actually was for people in the spotlight until he met you.

“Let me see…, yes sir you are right! I’m getting a bunch of hits of her entering the-” Garcia’s sentence falling off with an ‘oh’.

“Garcia, what’d you find?”

A headline popped up on the screen.

“Emma Co-Stars Pictured Together Out At Lunch: Has The Love Moved Past The Screen?”

Underneath, multiple photos of you quickly loaded. There you were, cheerily standing next to your co-star, looking up at him with a big grin on your face. The photos showed the two of you in different positions as you made your way inside. A few of him as he opened the car door for you. One of you with your arm wrapped loosely around his while you walked up the door. One of you ducking under his arm as you entered the restaurant.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone did their own mini attempt at profiling the photo. It was difficult, you’d clearly proven to be a great actress and they knew you were capable of manipulating your outward emotions. It was even more difficult considering it was just a handful of mediocre quality photos.

Hotch was tightly gripping the edge of the table, forcing himself to keep a level head. He knew it was unreasonable to get angry over the idea of you with another man, but it didn’t help the pang in his heart as he recognized the genuine signs of happiness you were emitting.

“JJ,” Hotch said, voice dangerously calm, “call the restaurant and have them discreetly tell Y/N that ‘Andi’ is calling her.” Discretion was the highest priority for him, the envelope being even further confirmation that the unsub was closely trailing you. The last thing he wanted to do was either trigger a violent reaction or cause him to go underground.

Back when the two of you had been together, out of an abundance of caution, you used to refer to Aaron as ‘Andi’ in public. You hated not being able to thank him in speeches or mention him in any capacity, so this had been your best way around it.

“Yes sir.” JJ responded, quickly moving out of the room to make the phone call.

“Garcia, do you have any leads on the kid that dropped off the envelope?” Hotch asked.

“No sir. The car he left in was reported stolen a few days ago with no leads as to where it went. Camera feeds loose the car about three blocks away and his face was too obstructed to get any hits that way.”

“Alright, once JJ comes back with confirmation Y/N’s gotten the message, I’m going to pick her up. I want the rest of you to work with Garcia and categorize these photos. Cross reference whatever you can to get a timeline.” Hotch ordered, the rest of the team not being to be told twice.

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“Where the hell are you?” Aaron demanded.

Even through the phone, you could tell he was absolutely seething. It was bad, by the time you had picked up the phone you’d amassed a total of twenty texts and nearly ten missed calls from Aaron; not even mentioning the individual missed calls you had from each member of the team. It was bad, but in your defense it had been less than an hour from the first missed call to your current response.

What could you say? You were big on not being on your phone when you were spending time with friends.

“What do you mean, where the hell am I,” you answered, rolling your eyes as you leaned up against one of the private bathroom countertops. “How did you describe it before Agent? I’m very in ‘demand’.”

You could hear him groan through the phone and wondered if he was running his hands over his face; something he used to always do when you were being difficult; he absolutely was.

“Y/N-”

“I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent. As you were debating whether or not you should add the part about it being a publicity date, Aaron’s voice came through.

“End it. I’m picking you up. The drive there from the station shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes.” Aaron said, his voice dangerously even.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting back to the station on my own Agent. I don’t need you stirring up an absolute scene-”

“Y/N,” he started, voice commanding in a way that told you he was serious, “a package was delivered to the station today. Filled with hundreds of photos of you over the years,” he paused again and you could hear him take a deep breath before continuing, “there’s photos of us in there. The unsub knows.”

You went silent, mouth opening over and over, unable to find anything to say. You had always envisioned a world where you and Aaron were some sort of ‘public’ knowledge, but never like this, obviously never like this.

“Y/N, I need to come get you,” Hotch said, his voice much softer now, “I can’t-, I need to see that you’re safe.”

“I’ll make something up,” You said quickly, before adding, “there’s a private valet area, I’ll send you the instructions to get past the gates and I’ll let the security know you’re coming to pick me up.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t draw any attention to yourself.” And with that he hung up, leaving you stunned in the bathroom. You gripped the edges of the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror. You wished you could stay in the bathroom for hours, desperately needing some time to privately process what Aaron had told you.

That wasn’t in the cards for you though, so you quickly did some pointless attempts at ‘straightening’ your appearance- more for your benefit than anything else- before you turned the lock and left back for your table

You slipped back into your seat across from your friend and co-star Johnny.

“Your friend alright?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a small smile, “she’s fine. But my Agent called me when I was in there, she apparently managed to set up some last minute FBI consult to help me prep for an audition I have coming up. According to her, she ‘pulled a lot of strings for this’.” You said, rolling your eyes. The lie sliding out of your mouth with ease. “Whoever this FBI dude is, is supposed to come pick me up right about,” you looked down at your phone, “now apparently. So I guess our little date has to end early.” You said, giving him an exaggerated sad pout.

Johnny rolled his eyes at that, giving you a small laugh. The two of you were both equally uninterested, romantically, in each other. But you did get along quite well, so being ‘forced’ into hanging out with each other outside of filming wasn’t bad; you’d probably hang out outside of filming anyway

“No worries, we still on for running lines later tonight?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, before nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, help me flag down the waiter, I want to get one last drink in before I go.”

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About twenty minutes later you found yourself waiting out in the private courtyard of the restaurant. You were doing your best to calm your nerves, this being the first opportunity you had to try and process what Aaron had told you. You should’ve seen it coming, if the stalker was so obsessed with you, he must’ve noticed Aaron in your life at some point. But you had been so careful.

Then the other obvious thing hit you. His team knew. You were wondering how the team had taken the news when you saw the black SUV come into view. Aaron quickly stopped the car in front of you and before you could move to open the passenger door yourself, he was out of his seat in a flash, coming over to where you were standing.

For a moment you were both silent. You felt tiny under his unrelenting gaze, his eyes scanning your entire being as he ensured himself you were okay.

Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, ensnaring his arms tight to his side. As soon you realized what you did, you were internally kicking yourself, moving to loosen your arms nearly as fast as you had put them there.

“Aaron I-”

Before you could finish your attempted apology, Aaron had pulled his arms from under yours and repositioned them around you, pulling you tightly against him. Your head naturally fit perfectly under his and you took in a deep breath, letting his scent surround you. It was cliche, but you both were thinking about how perfectly your bodies melded against each other.

You felt his hand rest gently on the back of your head, gently stroking down your hair in a steady rhythm. “I got you.” He whispered, so quiet you nearly didn’t hear it.

You pulled your head back so you could look up at him. “I’m scared.” You said, admitting it aloud for the first time.

Aaron was staring hard down at you, his face soft. “I know,” he started, moving a piece of hair away from your face, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?”

You nodded at that, missing his warmth when he started to pull away from you. He kept a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the passenger seat. He opened the door and helped you in, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as your door was shut he wasted no time in getting in the driver's seat, starting the car up again. With a quick check to make sure your seatbelt clicked was in, Aaron peeled out of the parking lot.

A few floors above the courtyard, in one of the private hotel rooms, a curtain was angrily thrown shut.

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