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chincilla-on-the-moon · 4 years

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“I like you too idiot.”- Connor Murphy X Reader

Request: can u do a connor x reader where reader is being pretty annoyed with Jared on the first day (like when he calls him a school shooter) and he steps in and defends her leading timo a nice friendship and a love confession from Connor at the end? I’m sending love, and if u can’t it is really ok, everyone’s mental health is important, pls don’t feel overwhelmed 💕✨🦋- Anon

Word Count: 2,542

Warnings: A couple swears and Jared Klienman being a dick. (also Connor is probs written ooc but whatever)

Authors note: Hi everyone! First of all I just want to say thank you to everyone who requested something! I am trying to work on them but I recently fell into a really bad place mentally but I’m working on making it better. I hope to have the other requests out soon but please be patient with me. Also anon I used they/them pronouns for the reader as those are my pronouns and I want to make sure everyone can I enjoy my writing regardless of gender so I hope that okay. As always thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day/night! :) <3 (Also any feedback is very appreciated. )

First day of senior year. To say you weren’t excited would be the understatement of the century. Sure you were excited to finally get out of your hometown but you had to get through the school year first and if the previous years were any indication of how this year was going to go, well lets just say it's going to be a long year.

You pulled into the student parking lot in your shitty car and saw there were a couple extra minutes before you actually had to be in the building, With that in mind you decided to just put your head down on the steering wheel for a few minutes to prepare yourself for the day ahead.

That peace was short lived though because not even 30 seconds later did a dark truck pulled up next to you. Before the car could even come to a stop Zoe Murphy flew out of the passenger seat. She flipped off the driver, who you presumed was her brother Connor, and slammed the door before storming off into the school. “Jesus” you mutter to yourself. Then another door slammed and Connor Murphy appeared in front of the truck, talking and gesturing wildly to himself. You could only make out bits and pieces of what the boy was saying before he went into the school like his sister. You heard him say something about his mom and his bitch sister and not even wanting to be there. Well at least you weren't alone in the feeling. Following the Murphy siblings you begrudgingly went into the building. The friendly secretary greated you and handed you your schedule which had your locker number on it. After searching for a few minutes you found it and just as you were starting to put things in your locker you heard his voice, Jared Klienman. He was talking to Evan Hansen and you prayed to whatever higher being that could hear you that he would leave you alone. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t L/N.” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin he had on his stupid face. You were about to turn around and tell him to go away but before you could someone comes between the two of you blocking Jared from your view.

“Fuck off Klienman” says the last person you expected, Connor Murphy.

“Woah calm down Murphy, I’m just trying to have a conversation with Y/N here” Jared says starting to back up and putting his arms up as a way of showing his surrender.

“Well they obviously don’t want to talk to you. Now get out of here before I punch that stupid smirk off your dumb face,” Connor says squaring off his shoulders in an attempt to look even more intimidating than usual. It worked quite well because Jared was practically running off but not before making a dig at Connor.

“Yeah whatever you fucking freak.”

You saw Connor’s shoulders tense and his hands clenched into fists. You didn’t know what to do but figured it would be best to leave the boy alone, so you just fidgeted with your hands. He took a deep breath then turned to face you.

“Uhm thanks for that. You really didn’t have to,” you say avoiding eye contact with him, which was quite easy considering how tall he was compared to you.

“No problem, I know how much of a dick Klienman can be.”

“Yeah he’s the worst,” you say scoffing lightly. Then the bell signaling you were supposed to be in homeroom rang.“See you around Connor. Thanks again,” you say before turning to shut your locker and rush to class.

“Yeah see you around,” Connor says to no one because you were already down the hall.

The rest of the day wasn’t much better, nothing happened in particular but it just still wasn’t the best. After what felt like an eternity it was finally the last bell of the day, creative writing. You weren’t particularly interested in writing but you had a bell to fill so you figured why not. When you walked in you did a scan of the room and saw Connor, he had an empty seat next to him at the back of the room so you decided to sit it in. “Hey,” you say, startling the boy who was previously staring into space.

“Oh hey.”

“Thanks again for this morning, I really appreciate it dude,” you say making eye contact with Connor so he would know you actually meant what you were saying.

“Oh yeah, it was nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he says, giving you a small smile. You smiled back just as your teacher walked in which caused the conversation to end.

“Good afternoon class! I hope all of your days have been tolerable,” says your teacher Mr. Davidson. He was a younger man in his early 30’s which meant everyone liked him including you. “Instead of doing an ice breaker where you all lie about how interesting your summers were I want you to get to actually get to know someone in this class a little better,” he says from behind his podium at the front of the class. You were starting to panic a little, who were you going to partner up with? None of your kind of friends were in this class! Then Connor cleared his throat grabbing your attention.

“Hey Y/N, wanna be partners?” The nervous energy was practically radiating off the boy. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sure Connor.” The two of you then got up and turned your desks to face each other like the other pairs were doing. “So Murphy what’s your deepest darkest secret?” you say, smirking.

“Woah L/N, not even going to ask me my favorite color or anything?” he says chuckling.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you say playfully rolling your eyes. “What’s your favorite color Connor?”

“Dark green. What about you L/N? What's your favorite color?”

“Y/F/C,” you say. “It’s been my favorite since I was younger,” you say shrugging.

“I respect that. It’s a good color.”

“Yeah whatever, now can I hear your deepest secret?”, you say almost like a child.

“Wow you’re still on this?”, he says with amusement evident in his tone.

“Yeah I am!” you say in a mock seriousness. “Mr. Davidson says we are supposed to actually get to know each other and that’s what I’m trying to do Murphy!”

“You’re absolutely right Y/N,” he says suddenly very serious.

“Okay fine I’ll tell you but you have to swear you won’t tell anyone.

“Not a soul,” you say staring at him intently and sitting at the edge of your seat.

“Well, here goes nothing.” He made eye contact and it felt as if he was staring into your soul. “I’m pregnant.”

You maintained eye contact until you actually processed what he said, then the two of you started laughing which caused the rest of the class to turn and look at you but for once you didn’t even care because you were actually happy for the first time in what felt like forever.

The rest of the class went by faster than you or Connor wanted it to, but the two of you walked out to the student parking lot together and paused when you reached your cars. “Uh see you tomorrow I guess,” you say but it comes out as more of a question.

“Yeah see you tomorrow Y/N”, Connor says very confidently which surprised you both. You waved as a final goodbye and got into your cars. As you were driving home you thought about all the awful things you heard about Connor in the past and how untrue they were. Sure he was intimidating at first glance but he’s six feet tall for goodness sake who wouldn’t be intimidated by that. You could tell from the short class period you spent getting to know him that he was simply misunderstood. Suddenly you were glad you never listened to what all the popular kids said about Connor.

As the school year went on you and Connor developed a sort of unspoken ritual, you would wait for Connor to get to school then you two would walk to homeroom together and then walk to your cars when the school day was over. The two of you became good friends and you found yourself actually looking forward to waking up in the morning so you could see him. The pair of you had hung out outside of school a few times and you had actually met Connor’s mom, granted it was an accident but it still happened.

You and Connor decided to hang out at his house because his family wasn’t home that afternoon, the two of you were lounging on the couch watching some weird movie when you heard the front door open. “Connor dear? Is that you in there?” Suddenly an middle aged woman with red hair appeared with reusable grocery bags in her hands.

“Mom?!” Connor jumped up from the couch in a panic. “I thought you had yoga today?!”

“Class was canceled because Cindy wasn’t feeling well. Oh I stopped by the store and got those snacks you asked for!” she said coming into the living room box in hand. “Oh? Connor, who's your friend?” she said with a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Hi Mrs. Murphy. I’m Y/N,” you said nervously.

“Oh call me Cynthia dear,” she said, shooting you a smile.

After that Cynthia invited you to stay for dinner but you already had plans with your parents that night. She invited you a couple times after that as well. You never actually went cause Connor didn’t want you to but still it was nice to know she liked you enough to invite you to dinner.

As fall came to a close the two of you became attached at the hip, constantly talking to one another whether it was in person or through the phone. Once the holiday season rolled around you guys got each other gifts. You got Connor a signed book from his favorite author and he got you a vinyl you had been wanting for a while.

Once the holiday break was over the end of the first semester came quickly and you couldn’t wait to finally be done with your half year courses and start the new ones. Unfortunately you had to take finals before you could be done. Although you only had two finals you were still extremely stressed out. Sure they were easy classes but the teachers were notorious for giving impossible finals. You spent the few days before the finals studying whenever there was a free moment. Connor knew you were stressed so he helped you the best he could. He offered to have study sessions even though none of his classes had finals, he went over quizlets on video calls, and he even brought you a drink with way too much caffeine on the mornings he knew you didn’t sleep.

Once the day arrived he texted you good luck. You went into the first test and totally nailed it. Before the next testing time there was a break and when you checked your phone you saw Connor had texted you telling you how proud he was of you for studying so hard and reassuring you that you had these exams in the bag. You sent him a quick “thank you :))” and went into the testing room for the second time. This exam was a little harder than the last but you still thought you did decent. There were a couple times where Connor and his stupid mneumonic devices actually came in handy. Letting out a giant breath of relief as you stepped out of the testing room you couldn’t wait to tell Connor about how much he helped. When you reached your locker and got your phone out of it you saw Connor had asked if you wanted to hang out when you were done. Obviously you said yes and told him to pick you up at your house in 15. You drove home and changed out of your testing outfit which was just sweatpants and a hoodie and put on something a little more presentable. Sure you were just going to hang out with your best friend but he also is the boy you’ve been pining over for months. You’ve always found Connor attractive and when he put dickhead Klienman in his place that made him all the more hot. But then you really got to know him and you fell. Hard. He was sweet, caring, smart, and funny. Sure he had his moments but so did everyone on the planet. He had actually opened up to you about his struggles with his mental health and you did everything you could to support him. You encouraged him to ask his parents for therapy, and always made sure he took his meds in the morning. You were there for him and he was always there for you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the horn of Connor’s truck outside your house. You rushed outside and got into the passenger seat, “So where to Murphy?”

“I was thinking we could get some food and just chill in a parking lot somewhere. Sound cool?”

“Definitely. I’ve missed hanging out with you. Stupid finals,” you say with a dramatic eye roll.

“Yeah I’ve missed hanging out with you too dork,” he says reaching over the center console and ruffling your hair.

“Connor Murphy! I just brushed my hair and here you go messing it up!” you say while trying to fix your now disbelieved hair.

“Whatever L/N. It still looks fine to me.” Although it was barely a compliment, heat still rushed to your cheeks. He pulled out of your driveway and the two of you were off. On the way to get food you guys caught up talking about everything you missed in the world of Connor because you were too focused on finals. He told you he finished a TV show you recommend and loved it. You made it to the drive through and Connor ordered, already knowing what you wanted from your many midnight outings. Once you got your food you made your way to the plaza parking lot where the restaurant was located. For the first couple minutes the two of you sat in a comfortable silence listening to the playlist Connor had made for this type of occasion. After a few minutes Connor suddenly spoke, “Can I tell you something?”

“Connor dearest you know you can tell me anything,” you say with a french fry in your mouth, not even bothering to look at him.

“I like you.” You choked on the fry you had in your mouth.

“Pardon?” you say through a cough.

“I said I like you,” he says, a little less sure of himself. When you looked over at Connor you saw he was staring straight ahead.

“Hey Connor.”

“Mhm,” he says, not daring to move.

“Look at me.” He just barely turned his head towards you. “I like you too idiot.”

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kvgehiras · 3 years

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can i request sleepover hcs with trickstar (separate)? i feel like they would be so much fun to be with... the new shuffle unit really woke up my inner trickstarP 🥺 (hope it's not too much to request all 😭)

HELLO !!! nd no it's ok !!!! it took me some time bcs i didnt . rlly know how to start out hokuto's part BUT IT'S DONE NOW !!!!!!! (also i hope u meant it in a setting where y/n nd the members r in a relationship (separately ofc) bcs that's how i wrote it so ye) hope yall like it ~

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AKEHOSHI SUBARU

• he probably brought up the idea while u were accompanying him on a walk w daikichi

• u were talking abt how u brought these glow-in-the-dark stickers nd they remind u of him

• "it would b so nice if u could see it omg!!! but .... it's the best when u watch it right before u go to sleep.....nd ur probably busy :(("

• "????? LETS HAVE A SLEEPOVER THEN!!!!!!! W ALL THE SPARKLE SPARKLE STARS!!!! AAAAA IT WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!"

• nd ur just like :0 bcs u cant believe this dumbass . he has a live to perform in day after tomorrow but he's gonna have a sleepover........what

• "dw abt my live !!!!!!! ill tell hokke nd the others that i can't come today but i'll practice extra hard tomorrow !! they'll understand dw (*・∀-)☆"

• they didn't.....actually...but he cut the call on hokuto before they could get him to attend so uh-

• "anyways!!!!!!!! ^^^^^^"

• yall bring daikichi over too. it's not even a question daikichi is literally yalls child at this point but anyways

• he probably looks for board games for a good hour or two while u get some food for daikichi nd then get some food for subaru nd urself

• (he doesn't find it)

• u peek at the doorframe bcs for a while u keep feeling like someone has been watching u for a while now nd then boom . u see the other baby (read : subaru . main baby is daikichi, ofc!) pouting at u

• u laugh nd wipe ur hands on ur apron before ruffling his hair nd he goes

• "i can't find the board games :((((( y/n :(((((("

• surprise guessing game : whos the actual puppy? akehoshi subaru or his actual dog daikichi??????? it remains a mystery

• anyways u help him look for them nd after u hand him over the thing u get food for the both of u nd force him to eat atleast a bite bcs this bitch is too busy trying to win against u in snakes & ladders 😭😭😭

• "subaru.....pls....the food is getting cold....."

• "no i Know im gonna win!!! the sparkly stars r my good luck!!!! i know it!!!!!!"

• he.... doesn't win .....for the 5th time....

• so manz just gives up, noms all the sandwiches visible (aka his portion bcs u alrdy finished urs an hour ago JDJDKDN)

• nd then sleeps, still sulking

• yes it ends up in u guys cuddling under the glowy stars

• nd subaru thinks that mayb losing against u isn't that bad after all (´꒳`)

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HIDAKA HOKUTO

• unlike subaru, this was actually a planned one

• u both had homework to do, u especially had a test tomorrow nd subaru just ditched the rest of trickstar to go hang out w someone else instead of their practice so ┐(´∀｀)┌

• hokuto appears at ur doorstep around 6:30pm, as discussed earlier

• "right on time!!!!!! so true hokke (´∀`)ｂ"

• he chuckles a lil as he closes the door behind him nd takes off his shoes

• "(y/n) u keep sounding like that masked pervert whenever u say smthg like that pls"

• u laugh it off nd then get him to the living room, where u two get ur books out nd then start studying

• hokuto asks if uve studied any material before to which u quietly reply no nd hokuto just goes

• "oh, that's ok… i think it will be good practice for me too if i taught u all this, right? so let's start, hm?"

• HOKKEEEEEEE ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

• sasuga hokuto kyun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• anyways !! u guys (finally) start studying now!

• except…..except ur alrdy falling asleep……

• hokuto doesn't even realise this till he looks over to his shoulder bcs wow it suddenly feels heavy! wonder why!

• nd then boom ur face is an inch away from his

• poor hokuto his face gets all red and his ears r burning nd when he realises that ur sleeping he just . freezes

• doesnt even move fucking muscle

• mentally too manz just checks out NDNDNDJDJKS

• BUT IN HIS DEFENCE WHEN HE CAME TO UR PLACE HE DIDNY EXPECT THIS!!!!!!! HE EXPECTED TO STUDY ND THEN GO HOME YK!!!!!!

• poor guy he can feel how hard his heart is beating nd hes praying that u dont hear it nd wake up

• thank goodness ur a heavy sleeper……..nothing, nd i mean not even if boulder is dropped on u, can wake u up

• sasuga…..y/n……?

• anyways !!!!!

• u wake up at like . 2 or 3 am nd u find hokuto just closing his eyes shut, cheeks still bright red nd. WHYS HE SO CLOSE-

• o u fell asleep on his shoulder lol-

• U FELL ASLEEP?????

• u jerk back up nd apologise a million times for falling asleep even tho hes so desperately trying to teach u nd hokuto just tries to hard to explain that it's ok !!!!!!! (bcs he actually kinda . liked it . aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA)

• after much thought u guys just decided to go to sleep bcs ur too tired anyways so it's not like u would retain this info anyways

• nd it was a good decision bcs after waking up in the morning nd going thru his notes instead u actually aced the test !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so true y/n !!!!!!

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YUUKI MAKOTO

• this one….. it's like . neither planned or accidental?????

• it just happened????? yk?????

• he called u suddenly in the evening bcs he went to this new game shop that opened near his place right

• nd hes just like !!!!!!! y/n!!!!!!! uve got to check this game out !!!!!!

• nd so u go to his place to play the game nd u see that he just has everything prepared so u get the snacks that u got for both of u on a plate nd get some juice from his fridge nd start playing the game

• nd the game is rlly good !!!!!

• from the graphics to the boss music, makoto rlly knows ur taste

• (he blushes nd thanks u all flustered too hehe)

• nd after switching consoles nd playing the game for over 3 hrs, yes it's a pretty huge game, u finally reach the boss battle!!!!

• nd this . this scares u

• uve seen ppl on the net say that this battle will absolutely End u . periodt

• u never rlly understood why but holy shit u now do

• uve been trying to win against this bitch for AN HOUR at this point . why cant he just die

• poor makoto is just cheering u on in the bg bcs u refuse to let him help

• "y/n….(;´Д`)...... it's ok bb…...i'll finish this up for u…. it's like 4am we have class tomorrow- wait no it's actually today-"

• "makoto No u always help me in games let me finally win smthg for u !!!!!!"

• nd u point at his forehead nd poke it several times as u make ur point

• "ill win for u !!!!! ok!!!!! this stupid boss can never be as strong as my love for u !!!!!! (*｀へ´*) 彡3"

• nd hes just . looking at u all worried but he . he trusts u . so he lets u do it urself

• yes u lost even more times nd cried a lil out of frustration

• so at one point, instead of directly helping u, he just starts giving u directions nd at this point ur too tired nd exhausted to say anything so u just follow him

• (u also have ur head on his lap nd hes combing thru ur hair nd looking down at u like :') lmao what a lovebird)

• but when u actually beat the boss, finally, nd the screen says "win!" in huge yellow letters ur eyes go O.O

• nd u jump out of his lap, while he's still spaced out, combing ur hair nd hug him v tightly

• nd hes like ????? huh ???? wh wh wh ?????????

• nd u explain that u finally won nd u guys just rejoice lol

• then immediately fall asleep. both of u

• (u guys were late to school next day . sigh)

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ISARA MAO

• unlike the other three, this man was actually dragged to ur place

• why? u might ask

• WELL THIS DUMB RAT IS BURNT OUT !!!!!! HE DOES TOO MUCH WORK ND HE DOESNT REALISE IT !!!!!!!!!!

• so after u guys r done w school, nd when u check in w his fam too that hes gonna stay at ur place (nd also that he has almost no work today, ofc) u drag him to an arcade nd hes like ???

• "today is a rest day!!!!!! so no work at all!!!!!!"

• u said this while pouting a bit so mao mostly thought u were joking

• but even after going to the arcade, going to the shopping mall nd getting snacks, going to the fast food place u guys visit alot nd getting food from there, his brain doesnt catch on that ur indeed not joking

• until it's been 3 hours at ur place, ur having the dinner that u guys had bought from the fast food place while watching a random movie that was airing on some channel that his brain suddenly went

• 'i know they were saying that this is a rest day nd ur not allowed to work probably as a joke but bro…. i dont think it's a joke anymore'

• this is so sad f in the chat for mao lol

• but also he doesnt bring it up bcs ur forcing him to watch musicals w u (some of ur favs) nd he... actyally likes it?

• he hasn't felt so ….relaxed in a very long time now that he thinks abt it

• nd he has to thank u for it yk

• nd so after the musical marathon ends, as he thanks u, he kind of just goes on a rant yk

• abt how he's feeling

• he never expected for this to happen but u tell him it's ok yk

• nd while he shouldn't burden himself w so much work, ur always open to listen to his thoughts, opinions, random bs, anything !!!!!!

• for hours u guys just have a very deep talk abt how guys have been doing nd mao feels like hes so so glad that u did smthg like this for him

• yall also go to bed early bcs mao alrdy has a bad sleeping schedule (so let's not make it worse!!!!)

• nd in conclusion, it was a v good day! now yall do this whenever either of u r feeling down or get burnt out lol

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dystovian · 3 years

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The Last Of Us: How to Disappear Completely

Chapter 4: The Shifting Tides

Summary: It’s been almost a decade, and the Burrowers were good at survival, impeccable at it, even. They’ve managed to keep most, if not all of their people alive, including you and Sawyer, but things are shifting, and you need to flee.

Pairing: Joel/Reader, Joel x Reader (next chap😏)

Warning(s): Violence, Talks of Murder, Cannibalism, Trafficking, Weapons, Standard Last of Us stuff😩

A/N: I am genuinely so sorry for just now writing something, it’s been way too long but i promise to be more on this series than before! please enjoy! ALSO I PROMISE JOEL COMES NEXT CHAPTER PLS!!!!:!!:

Tags: @hrk-fic-recs

2032.

Illinois.

This fenced in community, that of the Burrowers, was welcoming. It became your home in no time — the rocky roads connecting streets filled with loving and strong people, to sturdy, multi-family homes that reminded you of your past.

There was a beach, just in view of your very own window. It was small, quaint, with rocks and shells that poked at the soles of your feet. And water, that crashed on the shore at night and jolted you awake. Jolted you into panic attacks that had you crying out for the father you haven’t seen in two decades. Crying out for his touch and his voice, that you pray to feel and hear again. That you’ve forgotten.

Yet, as you sit at your kitchen table, a record playing quietly from just near the couch in your very own living room, your brows furrowed from the onslaught of thoughts and feelings about the rumors and whispers coming from the residents lately.

It started last week, when Sawyer walked into the gated community, shouting and stomping their feet. Blood covering their arms and legs, profanities and threats launched toward Alex’s righthand man. They jumped at him, fingers grasping his throat. Hell broke loose, so people pulled them apart. You hadn’t a clue what was happening. You’d heard gossip that something came out of nowhere, which almost got Sawyer killed, and inadvertently; their partner slaughtered.

Since you arrived here almost a decade ago, you and Sawyer tended to avoid each other. Rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary, during meetings, or out on runs. So finding out what made them so angry was lost to the wind. Simply a game of telephone from what others heard, or rumors being spread.

The worst one? That Alex and Amy were trying to kill their own people.

You didn’t believe it, you couldn’t. Never would you have thought they would even attempt nor be capable of it. But when another group disappeared not even three days later, and one of them showed up at the front gates infected in less than 12 hours, you grew suspicious. You needed to talk to them, try to understand that perhaps it’s all some misunderstanding. Or, that it’s just someone framing them.

The leaves crunch at your feet when you step onto the road, and they seem to get even louder the closer you get to the makeshift courtroom, the one you know Amy stays in until the early hours of the morning. And your blood is rushing in your ears when that door opens and you’re face to face with Amy, who looks up from her work only momentarily with a cold glare. She knows, and you know she does.

“Come. Sit.” She says, sweetly. Still staring down at papers filled with content you will never see. You listen, sitting in a chair only about five feet away from the desk she sits behind.

“I...I wanted to speak with you? About...things. Whatever happened with Sawyer, and their partner. And with whatever these...rumors...are about.” You wrung your fingers together, staring intently at your nails as you struggle to get your words across. She sighs the second you stop speaking, and slides her pen and papers to the side.

“Y/N, you’re a great contributor to this community, and I can assure you there isn’t anything to worry about. Sawyer was just being irrational, and jumping to conclusions. That’s all you need to know, and will know about the situation. Capisce?” She huffed out. You were silent, hesitant, yet determined for some semblance of an answer. So you stared, and waited.

“There’s no budging you, is there?” Amy stood, hands sliding into the pockets of her pants, “I can put my trust in you, is that correct?” By now, she had walked around the wood desk and leaned against it, arms crossed.

“Ye- Uhm, yes. Yes you can. You know that, Amy.” Now, the nerves were setting in, she was about to tell you what’s been going on and you don’t know how you’ll react. If it’s bad, you just know you’ll either have to fight, or run for the hills. You can only hope and pray that whatever comes next is just some miscalculation.

“Alright, then. If that’s the case, me and Alex will talk to you tomorrow night. This is something I must discuss with him first, before I go around telling it to anybody, and yes, that means you.” She pushed herself off the desk, and grins. “I’ll see you then, okay?” You nod.

Tomorrow never came.

By the time you reached your home, Sawyer was already pacing back and forth on your porch, mumbling to themselves about who knows what. And the second your eyes connect, they’re running up to you and grabbing your arm, almost dragging you into your home. They breathe deeply, and their hands are shaking as they rant and rant on what happened, and what will happen.

“I’m fuckin’ next, okay?” They keep a low voice. “They got my fucking girlfriend, and then they’re gonna get me next run. And then, you’re gonna figure it out, and they’re gonna get you too.” Your arms are out, trying to slow down the pacing and calm them, but they slap you away. You simply sigh.

“Okay, okay, okay. Just breathe, alright? I don’t know what’s going on, and I need you to explain it to m-“

“They killed Agatha, and when they did; I hid, I found a place to hide and I stayed there. Those fucking monsters, talking about how they have some weird ass deal with the ‘Burrowers’ and ‘their people’, saying that Amy and Alex better keep up with their numbers next time, or they’re gonna fuckin’ shoot the place up! They’re fucking trafficking people, Y/N! Who knows what for, probably cannibalism!” Sawyer’s hand gestures get more and more rapid with each word that leaves their mouth, and next thing you know their hands are gripping and shaking your shoulders. “We have to leave. I’m not staying, and I need to leave with you, cause if I don’t, I’ll never be able to live with myself. So please. Get your fuckin’ shit.”

You have no chance to ask any questions, or stop them from doing this. But you listen, you get the bare essentials into your biggest backpack, and wait with every backup weapon hidden in the floorboard below your bed from almost 7 years ago.

Then you leave, you don’t know how long you walked, or how far. But you reach somewhere safe, and secluded, and take a breather. You rest, and feel sad for what you left behind, but a new emotion blooms in you at Sawyer’s back touching yours in some old rickety bed, for the first time in a decade.

#tlou x reader #TLOU #TLOU2 #the last of us x reader #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller

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starlocked01 · 4 years

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Beautiful Mistakes

AO3 @tsshipmonth2020

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary- Remy can't think before he has his coffee and that causes problems for him and his soulmate.

A/N- Slightly altered so that the marks disappear a few minutes after they’ve been received.

Day 9 Remile- Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on your soulmate

Emile could feel the slight itch on his cheek that indicated a message from his soulmate had appeared. He flushed with embarrassment but kept his composure. He quickly scrawled on his wrist.

Not now, Rem. I'm with a client.

He turned back to his patients with a smile and his wrist itched as Remy replied.

Oops

"Doc, you okay?"

"My apologies, my soulmate likes to send messages when he wakes up. Except he works… at night," Emile sighed, affectionately yet exasperated.

"Well the flags look cute, I guess as long as you're okay with your patients knowing..." Dot smiled and nodded encouragingly.

Emile paled, "he didn't…"

"I think he did," Larry replied.

Emile put a hand to his cheek, "it's a pride flag isn't it?"

"Oh don't worry, Doc! It's so cute! Larry, isn't it cute?"

"He's going to be rather upset with me. I can't check it, and he's not out at work yet… but enough about me, back to Dorry! Or if you prefer, Larrydot?? " Emile grinned despite the looks of confusion the couple were giving him. His cheek and wrist continued to itch but he insisted on staying focused on the session.

By the time Larry and Dot were leaving, the itching had crawled up his forearm. Remy must be rather upset.

He checked his watch. The next appointment was in 20 minutes. He could take 5 to read through the tirade and would still be able to review notes for the next couple. He rolled up his sleeve to see a block of text that grew more frantic the farther it got up his arm.

Babe check out the drawing!

I worked hard on that girl pls appreciate me

Em i have work in an hour

Look. At. Your. Cheek.

This isn't funny!

Okay it was supposed to be funny but i can't have a gay flag on my face at work they will kill me!!!!

Bitch

You don't love me im gonna die because you don't love me

No one is gonna believe me if i have to lie about this

Please????

>:[

Emile chuckled and wrote back quickly.

This is your fault for drawing on your cheek. You know I work and can't check messages right away.

He checked the time again and pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. He admired the little gay flag crossed with a pan flag. He took a quick selfie to preserve the drawing on his phone. It really was sweet, if unfortunately timed. Luckily, most of his clients would be fairly understanding. Remy's coworkers on the other hand would not.

The tirade on his arm had faded and been replaced with a new line from Remy.

Don't judge me I didn't have my coffee yet girl

Emile chuckled and pulled his sleeve back down, finding the file and notes he had for the next couple's session.

Remy sat in his car, obsessively checking the mirror until the flags on his cheek faded away. The last thing he needed was to get outed by a soul mark. He was usually late anyway because of the line at Starbucks, what harm would one more day do?

A lot of harm, apparently.

His boss was waiting by the loading dock, impatiently tapping his foot as Remy strolled up.

"'Sup? What are we-"

"Don't even bother clocking in. You don't do shit here and this is the fifth time you've been late this month. You're done."

Remy sputtered, "this is homophobic!"

His boss stared hard at him, eyes narrowing, "You're lazy and you're gay? You're FIRED!"

"Whatever! Your loss, you prick!" Remy turned and flipped the man off as he walked back to his car. He got in and locked the doors, taking some deep breaths. He considered writing to Emile, but decided this was probably an in-person topic.

He restarted the car and drove home, mentally preparing for a lot of explaining.

Emile was surprised to see Remy's car in the driveway when he got home and more than a little concerned. He parked and hurried inside. He found his soulmate sitting in the dark, sipping coffee, and scrolling instagram.

"Remy? Are you okay?"

"Got fired."

"Oh my stars! What happened?"

Remy gave an exasperated sigh, "he didn't like me being late. He also blamed me being gay so idk maybe there's a lawsuit there."

"Was it because of the flags? I tried to check as soon as possible…"

"No… I'm usually late anyway," Remy sank deeper into the couch and Emile moved to sit down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe it was time for a career change. You can find somewhere more accepting with less crazy hours."

"Maybe I'll become a stripper. They make good money right?" Remy mused, leaning into Emile’s side. The other man wrapped him in a one armed hug.

"While I am sure you'd be a natural, I'd be very concerned for your safety as a sex worker, dear. What about something you're passionate about?" Emile tried to be encouraging, numbers running through his head calculating exactly how long they could live off a single salary.

The outlook was not super promising.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll do some research tonight and fill out some applications. Promise," Remy gave Emile a smile that was skin deep, "what do you want for dinner? I'm starving."

After a week of Remy submitting applications and hearing nothing back, Emile was about ready to suggest the exotic dancer route himself. It wasn't that they were under financial stress (yet), moreso that Remy was a lot more rambunctious being cooped at home during the night. He kept waking Emile up too early and the loss of sleep was starting to affect his clients.

"Hey Doc? You're kinda unusually quiet today…"

Emile shook himself back to alertness, "sorry about that Elliott, where were we?"

"Um," they tapped their fingers together while thinking, "I think I was talking about how my soulmate never writes back. They check every message but I never get any from them. It doesn't… feel good."

"Remember what we've said before, Elliott, your worth isn't based on your soulmate. Whatever reason they choose not to write back, the fact of the matter is that you're still an amazing and powerful person in your own right."

Emile was interrupted by an itching on his wrist. Remy would usually still be asleep by now it was late enough in the morning.

He resisted the urge to check the mark as he spoke with Elliott and he could feel the itch crawling up his arm.

After the session, Emile quickly pulled up his sleeve, praying for good news.

I GOT IT!!!

Finally got an interview for tomorrow!!

<3 <3 <3

There were several more hearts and Emile allowed himself a small smile of relief. He doodled back a heart or two for Remy before returning his focus back to work.

They could celebrate when that interview turned into a position.

He greeted the next couple with a broader smile and a tad more exuberance, much to their dismay.

Remy was nervous. This job sounded too good to be true and they'd practically hired him on the spot. He wasn't about to let his soulmate down though.

He followed the man down the hall, sipping his tea for comfort.

"Honestly just don't let anyone eat anything inedible or hit each other and you'll do great," the man smiled, showing Remy into a room with a dozen kids and two other frazzled looking adults.

Piece of cake right?

Emile was in the middle of a session when he felt the itch on his cheek. He tried to smile through it, but then he felt more itches on his legs and arms and nose. His clients were too preoccupied actually talking through their issue with each other so Emile checked his arm to find a rainbow of scribbles that kept growing.

He put a hand to his face to cover his nose and cheek. What had Remy gotten himself into?

Pretty soon his clients were used to seeing Emile with colorful marks all over his face. He explained that his soulmate worked with kids and almost everyone nodded knowingly. He did ask that if they ever saw an inappropriate drawing they let him know so he could check it right away.

Some days he would draw little cartoons for the kids to fill in. They loved that and he always sent them little hearts back when they did a good job (they always did a good job).

And most importantly, Remy was having a great time with his job and got to be home at nights, so they saw each other a lot more often. They both enjoyed that.

#tsshipmonth2020 #Soulmate September 2020 #writing on skin #cussing #remile #remy sleep #emile picani #larry and dot #elliott #homophobia #soulmate au

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hazylucas · 5 years

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our last dance

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: fluff & extreme angst, pls don’t cry

author’s note: inspired by peggy and captain america’s scene in endgame :(

please listen to this as you read to get the full experience of the story!

It had been ages since you last saw him. The brunette boy with the blinding smile who had taken your heart and kept it with him ever since he left to serve for the war.

Johnny would send you letters once every two months, tied with an old cotton string and a memoir of the battlefield. One time it had been an orange poppy that he had picked just for you when he was fighting the Nazis. Another month it was a silver bullet that he had found while hiding in the trenches. You held onto each one of them because they were the only things that reminded you of him. The only things that reminded you of the way his eyes shone when you told him about the new book you read or the way he held your hand spontaneously.

After an entire year full of loneliness, the letters stopped arriving. You knew he was gone, far before the telegram arrived at your house expressing its condolences. He had been shot in the head after a raid in the trenches. He was a fighter though. This you knew. The telegram said that he had struggled between the line of light and darkness for two days because he wanted to live to see you again. But life is unfair and his light went out.

After the war finally ended, you had gone with your best friend to retrieve her love. She got to be the lucky one. You waited on the station’ ledge, watching her giggle in joy when her boyfriend picked her up in his strong arms and kissed her with all of his might. You wondered how Johnny would look if he got off that train. He would stand tall, cap in his hand, searching for you in the crowd. His glittering eyes would finally meet yours and he would run to you and hold you in his arms tight until both of you were out of breath. And you would finally be home.

When you returned home with glistening eyes, you felt an overwhelming feeling of abandonment lingering in your heart. You missed him. Too much for your own good.

You would still look for him in the corners of your house, waiting for a sign that he possibly might still be alive. That the telegram was simply a mistake. But the house stayed empty. And your heart numbed.

----2 years later----

You sat at your wooden desk as the lantern shone a dim light upon your paper. You tried writing out everything you could remember of Johnny. Your memory of him was fading and you couldn’t possibly let that happen. He was the only source of happiness that once existed in your life. After his death, the only place where you could hold on to him was your dreams. You would never forgive yourself if you had forgotten him.

As you got up to sharpen your pencil, you noticed a shadow in the corner of your room.

How could it be?

“Johnny?”

“It’s been a while mi amor.”

You couldn’t help but sob as you ran up to him and held him with your entire being. He still smelled like French desserts and musky cologne.

“Shhhh, shhh. Don’t cry, my love.”

“But... How could this be? I saw the telegram.. I saw-”

“I know, I know. My love, I came back to see you one last time.” “You’re dead?”

“Yes, my love. I’m sorry.”

Your heart ached inside your body. A part of you wished that he had returned for good and the both of you could finally be lovers again. But he was only a faded spirit who had returned from heaven to see you one more time. As you looked up, Johnny wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. You had forgotten how beautiful it was to be loved.

“There was one thing that I had promised you before I left for war. Do you remember what it was?”

“No, what was it?”

“I still haven’t gotten a dance with you yet.”

You giggled through your tears as you recalled the fond memory of when you both sat underneath the stars, confessing your secrets and dreams. He told you that he wanted to take you out and go dancing at a club. You had always wanted to go, but your parents forbid you.

--- Flashback---

“Let’s go dancing one day.”

“Really?” “Of course, isn’t that what all of the couples do these days?” “Johnny, my parents will kill me.”

“Don’t worry mi amor, they love me anyway.”

“When should we go?”

“When I come back after the war, the first thing I’ll do is take you to the stork club. And we’ll dance like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Johnny, you can’t dance, remember?”

“You can teach me.”

“Pinky-promise?”

“I promise with my entire heart.”

----- End of Flashback-----

Johnny let go of you as he walked towards the radio. After searching through a few channels, he found a slow jazz song perfect for the both of you.

“Is this ok?” “It’s perfect.”

He brought his hands down to your waist as you held onto the back of his neck. You began slowly moving side to side, trying to follow the beat. Johnny accidentally steps on you and after a few giggles, begins following your rhythm. You looked up into his eyes and you could swear that you saw the entire galaxy in them. The way that his body fit around yours was art. At that moment, it was if the entire world revolved around both of you. A pair of hopeless lovers who wanted nothing but to be with one another. As tears welled up in your eyes, Johnny held onto the back of your neck, laying it in the crook of his neck. The jazz music continued in the background, yet all you could hear was the steady beat of his heart. And you couldn’t even believe that he wasn’t alive.

You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Holding each other like nothing else existed in the world but the two of you. But life didn’t work that way.

“Johnny?” “Yes, mi amor?”

“I miss you. So much.”

“I miss you too my love. When I got shot with that bullet, all I prayed at the doctor’s office was that I would live so that I could get to see you again.”

“How will I live without you?” “You have me in your heart, always. Don’t forget that. I’ll always be by your side.”

“I love you.”

“I love you the most.”

The song came to a halt after what felt like years dancing with Johnny. And your heart broke once again because you knew that Johnny had to leave once again. But this time, he wasn’t coming back.

As your knees sank to the floor and tears wouldn’t stop streaming down your cheeks, Johnny sat next to you, holding your hand. Both of you knew that this was the way that life was. Death was a finale that you could not escape from. No matter how strong your love was for a person or how pure they were, death was inevitable. But you still found yourself praying to God that Johnny would never leave. Both of you sat in silence, holding one another in your arms. But you didn’t need words when both of you could read each other’s thoughts.

“Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life.”

“It was my honor, mi amor. I’m sorry for leaving you early.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m always going to think of you till the end of time.”

“I will too. Don’t worry about me too much. In fact, now you have more time. I know how much you wanted to publish a book. Why not do it now?”

“I don’t want to anymore.”

“Mi amor, if you love me, you will write that book. Pinky-promise?” “Alright, I promise. Johnny?

“Hmm?”

“You will forever be the only love of my life.”

“Mi amor, the amount of love I have for you is endless. This is not the end, we’ll meet again soon. But now, I think it’s time for me to go. God can’t be waiting too long, can he?”

You hugged him one more time and held on for as long as you possibly could, trying to hold on to his scent so that you wouldn’t forget it until the world ended. When you finally let go, he kissed your forehead and wiped the remaining tears staining your cheek. You kissed him one last time, cherishing the affection and love that poured out of his soul.

He gave one last blinding smile that warmed your heart and as he mouthed the three letter phrase, “i love you,” he began fading into the air. You wanted to hold on to him one more time, tell him about all of the years that he missed, and how much you loved him. But time was precious and limited. All you knew was that he had given you his entire soul when he was alive. And you had given him your loyalty. Only you two and the galaxy knew how much love the both of you had for each other.

The world was unfair. It hadn’t given you enough time with Johnny. But you were grateful for the amount of time that it did give for the both of you. You couldn’t have thanked God enough for blessing you two by being each other’s lovers. Johnny’ s love was immortal and infinite. It was pure and kind and you wished that you could have embodied into something physical. But his memory was just enough. And as the nights turned to days and months turned to years, you finally returned to Johnny.

And that was home.

The End.

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bbygec · 5 years

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Today's my eighth day of a row in working and I work tomorrow before I get a day off on Monday and I feel so cruddy and sick I hope I'm either fixed and feel amazing by the time I'm at work or they let me go home early. Pls send thoughts and prayers and especially pray I can go home early

#got less thanfour hours of sleep lasy #night

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runaway-train-works · 6 years

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New Year AU!!!! Pls!!! Three months after they get together, if that's okay 💕💕

Drabble based on And Touch Me Like You Never

“And there’s a large cupboard in here where you can store the hoover and ironing board and what not.” The estate agent, Drew, Harry thinks he remembers him saying, opens a door leading off the hallway for Harry and Louis to have a look in. They both nod and smile politely. It’s just a cupboard after all, not exactly worth a zealous ‘oooh’ or ‘aaah’.

“And through here,” Drew continues as he ushers them towards the last door at the far end of the hall, “is the master bedroom.” He waits until both men have joined him, and begins to rattle off the features of the room and it’s accompanying en suite, his hands moving in grand sweeps as if he’s presenting them with the Crown Jewels.

Once he’s finished his somewhat rehearsed pitch, Drew turns to Louis and Harry and raises his palm in a stopping gesture. “Now, I know what you guys are thinking, that this room is much larger than the second bedroom, and has the en-suite, but really, who spends that much time in their bedroom when the rest of the flat is as lovely as this eh? You guys could flip a coin to see who gets which room?” He smiles brightly, clearly hoping he’s winning them both over.

At this point Louis is standing with his arm half pressed to Harry’s. Harry can tell as soon as Louis has properly registered the mistaken assumption this estate agent has made, because he moves a fraction away so they aren’t touching anymore. Harry’s eyes flick to the side of Louis’ face, hoping and praying Louis will correct Drew, tell him the real status of their relationship, but all he does is stare at his shoes. Arsehole.

Harry waits a beat or two in vain, but when it’s clear that Louis is going to say fuck all, Harry takes matters into his own hands. He returns Drew’s high-wattage smile. “We plan to use the second bedroom as an office. I’m a journalist and my boyfriend here is an architect, so it would be useful to be able to work from home when we need to.” Louis at least has the good grace to wince at Harry’s over-annunciation of the word ‘boyfriend’.

Drew’s eyes widen and he stutters out an an apology, eyes darting between the couple. “Oh, sorry, I uh, didn’t um, sorry I shouldn’t assume you weren’t, or like were um…”

Louis clears his throat. “We’re interested in the flat, but we have a couple of others to see tomorrow. What’s the holding fee?

Drew recovers quickly, returning to his salesman extraordinaire persona in a flash at the prospect of a commission. “Fantastic! The holding fee is £200, which is non refundable but does come off the deposit should your references check out.”

Louis nods at the information and glances at Harry bashfully, maybe to try and garner Harry’s support. Not fucking likely. Harry completely ignores him and instead speaks directly to Drew. “What’s the shortest lease available?”

“Oh, um, six months, but you are more likely to be accepted if you take a full year,” Drew replies.

At this point Harry turns to look at Louis in the eye, even though he is answering Drew. “Ah well, a year might be a bit optimistic.” He doesn’t wait to see Louis’ reaction before walking out the door of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the front door, his boots sounding heavy and cumbersome on the wooden floor. His heartbeat feels the same against his ribcage.

He’s out on the street and almost at the tube station by the time Louis catches up with him, his breath a little ragged from the run.

“I said I’ll call him tomorrow morning and pay the holding fee,” Louis tells him. When Harry doesn’t respond, Louis tries to reach for Harry’s hand to hold it but Harry lifts it out of reach to rearrange his scarf around his neck in the early spring breeze before shoving his fist into the pocket of his jacket. “I know you’re mad at me. I’m sorry alright? He just caught me off-guard,” Louis adds, his voice small in the thick crowd as they get swallowed into the busy station.

“Whatever.” Harry swipes his oyster card against the barrier and makes his way through, Louis following close behind, but Louis tugs on his jacket hard to make him stop.

“Why are you heading to the Hammersmith and City line? I thought you were staying at mine tonight?” Harry makes the mistake of turning round to look at Louis properly, whilst continuously jostled by disgruntled commuters that they are standing in the way of. He really shouldn’t have looked at Louis, because he’s gone that small, vulnerable way he does now sometimes, now that they’re together properly. Louis always used to have the upper hand, always used to be the one in control, and Harry used to think that nothing could feel as bad as when Louis wasn’t giving him attention, or was angry with him. But this is so much worse actually, when Louis turns that soft, skittish way he does, because it reminds Harry of that day months ago when he had turned up at Harry’s door in the Caribbean and Louis was nervous, was unsure, was so fucking scared of him, of what Harry might say or do. Harry knows now he never wants Louis to feel like that around him ever again if he can help it.

“Do you actually want me to?” Harry asks, his arms feeling heavy with need to wrap Louis up in them and comfort him. He manages to refrain, for now at least.

Louis reaches out and runs a hand up and down Harry’s covered arm. “Of course I do. And I know we need to talk about what just happened, but can we do it when we get back to mine?” OK, maybe Louis always does have the upper hand after all. Harry doesn’t answer him, choosing simply to intertwine their hands together and lead him in the opposite direction he was walking in towards the District line platform.

***

“So…” Harry drawls from where’s he’s sitting up against the head board of Louis’ bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands clasped together in his lap. He’s been watching Louis pace back and forth along the rug at the foot of the bed for near enough two full minutes before he said anything.

“So.” Louis’ pacing slows but doesn’t stop. He looks deep in thought. It’s about high time he told Harry what the fuck he’s thinking about.

“Are you going to tell me why you keep doing this then?” Harry can hear the barb in his tone, but keeps it there to stop Louis from kidding himself that he’s going to worm his way out of this without a satisfactory answer. “Why you keep failing to tell people we’re together?”

Louis runs a hand through his hair. “I do tell people. The ones that matter I do.”

“Louis…”

“It’s hard for me ok? I’m still getting used to this, to there being an actual us.”

Harry leans forward at that, bending his knees outwards and resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s hard for you? Do you ever think about how hard it is for me? How I’m the one that gets the raised eyebrows and the sly whispers about me because, shock horror, Harry Styles the dickhead Womaniser has shacked up with a bloke?”

Louis stops dead and looks at Harry with a scowl. “Who’s been saying shit about you?”

Harry shrugs. It’s not worth getting into that right now. “People.”

“Who?” Louis presses.

Harry has to chuckle, shaking his head and looking out the window. The rain has started and Harry watches it for a second or two as it hits the panes of glass. “Now is not the time to get all noble and try and defend my honour when you couldn’t do it an hour ago with some brown-nosing prick.”

“OK, I get that it’s difficult for you, I’m not disputing that at all,” Louis says tentatively. “I know what it’s like, I came out myself when I was seventeen and it wasn’t easy for me either.” Harry assumes it was meant to be a comforting sentiment but it’s not in the slightest.

“So if you know that, then why the fuck won’t you back me up? Why don’t you set people straight as soon as they so much as question what we mean to each other?” That’s all Harry wants, for him and Louis to put up a united front and been in this together a hundred percent. That’s what pisses him off so much, because he knows that Louis knows that’s how Harry feels about it, yet he seems incapable of doing it.

“Because…” Louis trails off.

“Because what?”

Louis sighs loudly. “Because Haz, I’ve been doing the exact opposite for close to a fucking decade alright? You’ve been dealing with this for a year, yeah, but I’ve spent every waking moment since the day we bloody met burying every real feeling I had for you deep down. I could never set people straight when they questioned what you mean to me, ever, because that would mean telling people I’m so in love with you that it makes my soul ache.” He digs his fingers into his abdomen as if to emphasise his point. “It’s ingrained in me to not tell people how I feel about you, so yeah, sometimes I still find it hard to fight my natural instinct to shut the hell up when anyone questions it.”

And, well… fuck. “Baby, I-”

Louis shakes his head, not wanting to hear what Harry has to say. “I just need you cut me a bit of slack.”

Harry stretches his hands out towards him. “Come ‘ere,” he pleads. He moves back again so Louis can round to the side of the bed and climb on top, moving to rearrange himself curled up in Harry’s lap. When he’s settled, with Harry’s arms wrapped neatly around his waist and his head resting on Harry’s shoulder, Harry mumbles against his temple. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it like that. But you need to tell me these things, even if you think I don’t want or need to hear them. We said no more hiding from each other any more.” He presses a couple of kisses to Louis’ hair.

“I know it’s just…”

Harry squeezes Louis’ hip softly to encourage him to continue. “Yeah?”

Louis wriggles himself further into Harry. He feels warm and docile and like he is wearing too many layers. Harry wants to feel more of his skin, to feel like he’s removing the physical barriers between them as well as the emotional, verbal, mental ones, to feel like he can’t get any closer to Louis if he tried. “I’m scared bubs. I know I shouldn’t say it or even think it, but I’m scared you’re going to wake up one day and realise this isn’t what you really want.”

Harry’s arms tighten briefly before releasing so he can reach up to move Louis’ face to look at him properly. He kisses Louis softly on his lips then his nose. “Lou, this is it. Me and you for keeps. And I know it’s going to take some time for us to really, really believe that after all the shit we’ve put each other through, and even longer for everyone around us to believe it too, but it’s gonna be so worth it when we prove every doubter wrong and go the distance. You’re my whole world and I’m not going anywhere, I swear to you.”

Louis shuts his eyes for a breath and when he opens them again they are crystal clear and not the turbulent hue they were a minute before. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harry brings their lips together and works to lick in, smoothing their tongues together. They kiss for a few minutes before Louis pulls away and strokes Harry’s cheek.

“So should we get the flat then bubs?” he ask with a small smile.

Harry nods ardently. “Hell yeah, can’t wait to live with you again.”

#my fics #drabble #my drabble #and touch me like you never #hope you like it darling!#💕💕💕

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adventureswithtyntyn · 6 years

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4/3-(7 miles & barre) I actually woke up not so tired! I went to bed at like 10:15 because as I said I was just exhausted last night. I haven’t been starting my Tuesday/Thursday runs until 6:30 and that extra half an hour defiantly helps. The reason I’ve been moving it back is because there’s no reason for me to be getting up at 5:30 and running at 6 unless I have a test or something I need to do before class. I can shower in a half hour and then eat so why get up earlier? I started off my run with 2 slower recovery miles. It was an overcast, rainy, humid morning so I headed to the gym and started my tempo and man did that one hurt a little! I was able to finish it unlike last week so that’s good, but I’m still not as fast as I would like to be. I don’t know what it is about that last mile, but it gets to me. I was able to keep going by going starting slower and just not going as fast, but it still wasn’t easy. It’s just something I need to work on, going faster for longer. My overall pace ended up being around 8 minutes and my time was 32:03. So I can’t beat myself up to much because last year this was my tempo pace for 3 miles. I just have to keep working at it. Post tempo I did 17 minutes of arm weights. I didn’t use as much weight and eased back into it because I’m not trying to mess up my shoulder. After that I did 25 minutes of abs & stretching & rolling. Then a sloooow 9:40 pace mile back to my dorm to make 7 for the day! A pretty good workout overall even though I struggled a little with the tempo, that struggle is what makes us stronger:) Post run I showered, ate some oats and headed to 3 hours of class. Then I was off to another 40 minute barre class. The reason I take all these midday classes is 1) my schedule allows me too 2) they are short & sweet 3) cross training of course! Tuesday barre is always slightly easier and I took it pretty easy today. It was a good class overall, but I was just a bit tired....This weather is making me tired let me tell you. After that I ate some lunch because taco Tuesday and then I was off to more class (ugh). The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, but still good. I went to a study aboard open house, did some school work, ate dinner, went to a meeting and then more work + lots of cereal eating! After a lot of debating I’ve decided to move my long run to Thursday (which means no HIIT this week because I’m not trying to kill my legs). It’s going to be snowing and 20mph winds tomorrow morning and honestly I just don’t think I can attempt 15 miles in that type of weather. So instead I’m going to get up super early on Thursday (5am lol) and get that long run done before class. It won’t be as cold and the winds will be light so hopefully that’s the right decision. Instead I am running Thursday’s run tomorrow. The only thing that’s changing is I’m not taking HIIT, but like I said missing one class won’t kill me and I’m already busy enough this weekend that I’ll have enough physical activity. I have my 12 hour dance marathon this weekend which means 12 hours on my feet all Saturday night to Sunday morning (pls pray for me). Anyway I hope moving it will be for the best, I think it will be! Friday’s run & yoga will stay the same:) Today I’m thankful for non existent drones & Raisin Bran lol Oh and also back at it with the mirror selfies...what else is new?

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bubbleteaandsmut · 7 years

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You Don’t Have to Call: Part 2 Fire & Desire

Jaebum x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut (not this chapter).

Summary: The morning after leaves you recollecting and making choices that you’ll soon regret.

Word Count: 7.5k

Prologue. Part 1.

You just trying to be somebody

'Fore you say you need somebody

Get all your affairs in order

I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied...

You slowly opened your eyes to the sound of Otis Redding, your head throbbing lightly at the direct sunlight coming in from your window. You wouldn't have remembered to close them last night (this morning?), but you still curse Past You for doing Present You like that.

But when she gets weary... Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah

As you sat up, your head throbbed dully, causing you to wince slightly. It wasn't the worse hangover you've ever had, so you were grateful. You took a solid minute to collect your bearings, letting the song play. Finally reaching for your phone, you turned off the alarm, the music finally coming to a stop.

11:55.

You sucked your teeth, falling back into your pillow. Even your body couldn't let you sleep in until at least 1 o' clock. You hovered your phone above your face, finally noticing the handful of notifications.

Messages 3:20 AM

Jaebum 👹💩✨

pls

Messages 3:15 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ come over tomorrow

Messages 3:07 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ shit ignore that

Messages 3:04 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ Also a lil drunk and hard

Messages 3:03 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ Idk wut to say but i miss you.

Messages 3:00 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ U up?

Messages 1:45 AM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Mina(j) ✨ Why did you censor it, we know you're talkin bout his dick

Messages 1:30 AM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Lana Del Bae 🦁 Jackson Wang’s **** is worthy of his surname 👅

Snapchat 12:43 AM Solana sent you a Snap!

Messages 12:15 AM +1 (566) 301-9924 That's basic Greek mythology, how does that make me nerdy

You frowned at the most recent texts, wondering why the hell Jaebum was texting you so late (or early). You finally unlocked your phone, deciding to look at the unknown number that had texted you first. After scrolling to the beginning of the conversation, you realized that it had been Namjoon. He had given you his number last night in the car, but you hadn't gotten a moment to save it.

+1 (566) 301-9924 Go to sleep then lol

You I am jeez. Just hoping I don't get a hangover

+1 (566) 301-9924 I'll pray to Dionysus for you

You Omfg Dionysus? You fuckin nerd

+1 (566) 301-9924 That's basic Greek mythology, how does that make me nerdy

You couldn't stop the smile that came to your lips, and you sat up slowly, kicking a leg out from under your sheets, bare foot touching the hard floor. You reached over to your window, pressing the button to turn on your wireless speaker. Finally rising to your feet, you turned to your dresser while tapping on your phone, finding a playlist to start the day.

As the music began to play, you dug around to find clothes to lounge in, quickly finding some and tossing them on your bed. You grabbed your speaker before you walked to the bathroom. Resting the speaker on the sink, you turned on the shower, tapping at your phone and sending out a text to the group chat

You I'm awake. Pls bring brunch, I'm dying. Also Lana congrats on the dick.

Shedding your under clothes and piling your hair atop your head in the best way you could, you slipped on a shower cap, stuffing in the fallen braids. You pouted in the mirror as the cap stretched, not fully being able to contain your head of hair. Your phone lit up in the corner of your eye and you reached over to grab it, looking at the text.

Messages 12:08 PM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Mina(j) ✨ You know she's not gonna be up until at least 12:30. Also, I'm cookin omelettes.

"So how big was it?" Mina inquired, sitting on the black shag carpet in front of your bed, legs out stretched and crossed as her plate rested on her lap. Solana was sitting next to you, back leaning into the Childish Gambino poster hung low on your wall. She bit her lip, hiding her signature devious smile.

"It's like...a little above average sized." She tilted her head as if in thought, still smiling. "He takes care of himself. Like, it's pretty."

Mina barked out a laugh, throwing her head back. "Pretty?!"

You cut into your omelette with your fork, stuffing your mouth. You didn't realize how hungry you were. Your omelette was halfway gone. "What does that even mean? A pretty dick?"

Solana laughed, reaching over to your nightstand to grab her bottle of apple juice. "It means what it means! Like, he shaves! I mean not everything down to the point where it looks like...I don't know, a naked mole rat or something-"

You coughed, the laugh wanting to leave but the food stopping it. "Oh my god, Lana."

"Like his entire chest? Defined, no hair, but his happy trail?" Her eyes rolled back dramatically as she fanned herself. Mina shook her head, sipping her water. "And then when I took his pants off, I was legitimately in awe! And he was so bashful about it too, all 'You don't have to do that kind of thing, if you don't want to.'"

"Wow," You cut another piece, swallowing before you continued to stuff your mouth. "Sounds like a real Prince Charming."

"Oh, because you know all about Prince Charmings, huh?" Solana countered back folding her arms. She didn't sound malicious, but you flipped her off anyways. You reached for your phone placed by your crotch, skipping to the next song.

"Whatever, it's not even like that."

"Yea right, Cinderella. Hopping into your carriage before midnight," She teased, poking at your cheeks as you chewed. You glared unthreateningly, and she continued. "Not even leaving anything for your prince to go by, how's he supposed to find you?"

"Oh yeah, how did that go?" Mina asked, rising to her feet and resting her plate on your desk. She walked over to your bed, climbing up and resting her head on your pillow, stretching her legs out before you and Solana's crossed ones. "Did he see you?"

You scarfed the rest of your omelette, reaching for your bottle of water and chugging it to wash it down. "He definitely saw me."

"And?" Solana continued. "What happened?"

"He asked me if I was leaving, I said yes...and then he offered to accompany me home." You attempted to say it dismissively, but Solana's audible gasp and Mina's "You little shit!!" proved that it wasn't something to easily dismiss.

"Oh my god, did you bring him back here???" Solana sat up in her seat, handing her half eaten omelette to Mina, who was now also sitting up against your headboard. "Also, can I get an aspirin?"

"No I didn't bring him back here, are you crazy?" You put your plate in between you, getting up to walk to your bathroom. "We got an Uber together, that's it." You scanned your cabinet, looking for the aspirin.

"That's it?" You heard Mina easily, and your eyes squinted into a glare even though she couldn't see. "You didn't talk during this car ride then, didn't get his number?"

You halted in your search, immediately taking in her words. You spotted the aspirin, snatching it off the shelf and walking back into the room. Solana had your phone in her hands, Mina over her shoulder as though she had been looking too.

"Both of you are the worst." You snatched your phone back, looking to see what they had opened. Unsurprisingly, it was your text conversation with Namjoon.

"You're being all cryptic!" Solana exclaimed, taking the bottle of aspirin from your hands and opening it. "Did you make out with him or not?"

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you sat back down on the bed, taking Mina's previous spot as she had taken yours. "No, I did not make out with him."

"Did you want to?" You leaned back against your headboard, biting your lip in thought at Mina's question.

Did you?

"Call an Uber? It's like a 15 minute walk back to campus." Namjoon said as you both stepped outside, people loitering the lawn of the frat house.

"Yeah, but I don't feel like walking," You shrugged, walking down the porch steps and over discarded plastic cups. "We walked all the way here, I stood on my feet all night. I'm allowed to take an Uber home."

Namjoon chuckled, taking out his phone. "Alright alright, touché. Uber it is."

The cost of the ride was about $12, and even though Namjoon offered to pay for the whole thing, you split the cost. "Consider it compensation for the drink. Now I don't owe you."

You both stood at the end of the lawn, a couple feet away from the ambiance of the party. It was like a small little bubble between you two again, and it was comfortable. You glanced at him in the corner of your eye, taking in his profile. His nose was kind of like a slope, barely curving at the end. You bet his skin was soft. His lips were, from the brief touch you had when you had poked it. A little chapped, but somehow still soft. How is that possible?

"So how do you know Jaebum?" He turned to face you fully, and you snapped out of your reverie, turning away. You folded your lips tightly at the mention of Jaebum, and you tried not to make your disdain so obvious.

"We both volunteered with the moving in group. You know, like those students in the blue shirts pushing those huge carts?" Namjoon blinked before making a sound of understanding. "Yea, we became friends through that."

"So you had to push those shitty blue bins all around campus?" He smiled lightly, lightening your mood a little. You chuckled, pushing a braid behind your ear.

"Yeah, it was horrible. It was so hot that day too, and I had to work for like 6 hours," You shook your head at the memory of the sizzling heat and Jaebum constantly running his hand through his dark mane, sunglasses shielding his eyes and sweat lightly beading his forehead. "Hmm. I guess it wasn't so bad."

"I wish it wasn't still hot." Namjoon looked up at the sky, and you followed suit. "I'm over this heat."

"Seriously." You were looking at the moon, and you briefly wondered if Namjoon liked the moon, or the stars, or the sky in its entirety. You wanted to ask, but the sudden honk from your Uber brought you back.

"You know, we probably just wasted like 3 minutes waiting for this guy, and we would've been halfway there already if we walked." Namjoon walked down the steps, approaching the car door and opening it up for you to enter.

"Namjoon?" The driver asked, looking at you, then to Namjoon, who raised his hand in a light wave. "Alright, cool. People have been jacking other people's rides all night, so I just had to make sure."

You chuckled as you sat down, imagining a bunch of drunk college students getting into random cars and disgruntled ones waiting for theirs to arrive.

Namjoon shut the door quickly, and the drive took off, repeating the residence hall you lived in. You looked out the window for a moment before turning to Namjoon, asking "You live on campus?"

Namjoon turned to you from his phone, his face illuminated by the glow before he locked it, tucking it into his pocket. "Yeah, I live in Copperfield Hall." It sounded familiar, and you tried to remember if that was close to you or far. Most of the residence halls on campus were pretty spaced out, except for the freshman dorms.

"I hope it's not too long of a walk for you."

"No, not at all." He shooed the thought away. "Besides, I don't mind walking."

"Of course not." You said, smiling down at your hands.

There was a brief moment of silence (not including the radio, which was turned pretty low anyways), about 20 seconds long, and you felt your stomach turn in anxiousness. Lifting your foot up to rest under your thigh, you cleared your throat slightly.

Namjoon broke the silence with "So...did you guys date or something?"

Your palms already started getting sweaty and your rubbed them quickly against your jeans. "No." It was a half lie. You both fell in the "or something" category, but you didn't even want to say that much. It wasn't really any of his business to ask so you didn't feel the need to tell the full truth.

Namjoon chuckled dryly, and you turned to look at him. He was looking downwards, and you couldn't really read his expression, even though he looked amused. "Sorry I asked I just...you guys looked like exes running into each other after a nasty breakup." He turned to you, and his eyes were serious. You could see it, even in the darkness of the car, and you bit your lip nervously, quickly avoiding his eyes. Could he tell that you half lied? Did he already know the truth from Jaebum himself?

"How do you know JB?" You asked, trying to come off more relaxed than you actually were. Anything just to get off the topic of you.

Namjoon replied easily. "Him and Jackson are brothers. Like, fraternity brother, not actual brothers." As if realizing he was sitting forward in his seat, he leaned back, scratching the back of his head where the hair was buzzed. "They both were in the same line in Spring semester so they're close."

You nodded your head in understanding, finger tapping against the seat of the car. This was the longest 10 minutes you've ever experienced. You wanted to avoid Namjoon's eyes, to maybe avoid talking for the rest of the ride, but you knew that wouldn't work, and you didn't want to ruin this. Whatever that might be. Was this anything at all?

"Oh, before I forget," Namjoon took out his phone, handing it to you. You blinked a couple of times before taking it, looking at it, as if not knowing what to do with it. He laughed, unlocking it and starting a new message. "Put your number in."

"Oh!" You sucked your teeth at yourself, muttering "Duh, of course, what else would you have been doing?"

"I was totally just giving you my phone, Y/N." He teased lightly, head leaning and hovering pretty close to yours. You rolled your eyes, typing in your number and then sending yourself a simple text of your name.

"Here," You looked up, happy you didn't say more or less you would've stuttered. He was closer than you expected, and you sucked in your bottom lip, quickly looking down at his phone again to avoid his eyes. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, but you ignored it.

"Great," He took his phone, looking at what you had written before typing something. You looked down at your knee, seeing his knee was almost touching yours with the way his body was turned to you.

Your phone buzzed again, and you looked at him, to which he raised his eyebrow as if in question. You took your phone out, checking the messages from him.

Messages 11:45PM +1 (566) 301-9924 I think it's kinda rude that the driver is playing some trash on the radio instead of offering his aux cord, but thats just me

You giggled, covering it slightly with your hand. Namjoon chuckled, whispering "Seriously! It's just common courtesy."

Silence fell in the car again, and you looked down at your knees again, both of them now touching without you realizing. You found yourself looking up at him again as he was already looking down at you. There was enough space between you both, but you still felt as if there was none.

You wanted to kiss him. You blinked, eyes trying to find a sign that said he wanted to do the same. And you saw it, saw in the corner of your eye the way he swallowed almost nervously. Wasn't that something?

Without having a second thought, you started leaning in, glancing down at his lips as you did. His eyes lidded slightly, and yours followed.

Then he was pulling back, like by some invisible string you couldn't see, and your eyes widened slowly, watching him look down at his hand, then close his eyes tight as if realizing something. Your blinked once, not really understanding, then twice, wondering if you had read him wrong.

"We're here!" The driver spoke up, and you turned, reaching for your car door and yanking the handle roughly, pushing it open and trying not to slam the door shut out of frustration. You looked around, recognizing the block of your college campus that would lead up to your residence hall. You walked around the car, standing on the sidewalk.

You heard Namjoon say a quick "Have a good night," before turning around and facing you, looking slightly apologetic. You gave him a tight lipped smile, not even wanting to bring it up, even if it just happened. It was embarrassing enough to read a guy wrong and lean in for a kiss; you didn't want him feeling sorry for you.

"I um..." He cleared his throat, stepping away from the car as it took off down the street. "Didn't want to kiss you."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him before rolling your eyes and turning around, beginning to walk to your dorm. "Alright, cool."

"Not like that, I mean-" Namjoon groaned lowly from behind you, catching up with you with long strides. "I mean I didn't want to kiss you then."

You glared up at him, but he didn't shrink back from it. "Whatever, I really don't care."

"Do you care if I said I did wanna kiss you? At the party?"

You don't mean to, but you freeze in your steps, looking at him. You waited, wondering if he'd continue, and he took your silence as a sign to. As he spoke, you began to walk again.

"Like, I don't know you, but I wanted to kiss you. And it may not be that deep but I'm not just trying to kiss you until you're in my bed." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and again he looked a little awkward, like how he did at the party when it was just the two of you, talking. Your expression softened. What was he trying to say?

"So what?" You finally spoke, not sure where he was going with his words. "You wanna hold my hand or something?”

Namjoon laughed, dimples poking out and you smiled faintly back. You liked his laugh. He shook his head.

"I wanna hang out sometime again. If you want to."

You really did think about it, and you wanted to say yes. What was really stopping you? You weren't entirely sure if you liked Namjoon yet. But then again, he sounded as though he wasn't entirely sure if he liked you either. And that was good, wasn't complicated.

"We'll see." You replied, looking at him. He once again had already been looking at you. He nodded once, dimples appearing again as he smiled.

"I guess we will."

Solana and Mina both looked at you as you finished recalling the car ride, both of them quiet for a moment. You had just changed the unknown number in your phone to 'Joonie' when Solana finally spoke.

"So...what does that mean exactly?" Mina asked, playing with the rip in her jeans.

You shrugged, beginning to reply back to Namjoon. "Hell if I know." You sent a quick text of Dionysus must like me a lil bit. "I mean, I think he's saying he's interested in me?”

“And you? You're into him, right?” Solana asked, eyebrow raising. You shrugged again, feeling your phone buzz in your hands. You looked at your phone, seeing a reply from Namjoon already. “Well if you are then you gotta cut it off with JB.”

You made a face at her, lip turned up slightly. “Cut what off? I told you we're not a thing anymore.”

“You know his girl was at the party,” Mina said, rising to her feet and walking over to your small fridge by your desk, looking in the small food pantry above it.

“How do you know what she looks like?”

“Didn't you see what I sent on Snapchat?” Solana rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone from your hands and unlocking it easily. She opened the app and you looked over her shoulder as she opened the short video you had sent.

It was pretty dark, but you could still see well enough with the pink lighting in the room. There was someone’s shoulder that kept getting into the shot, but you could still see the side of Jaebum’s face, a cup to his lips and his eyes squinted in what you assumed to be a smile. His arm was woven around a girl's waist, her hair long. She was short, the top of her head matching up to his shoulder. The video was muted, but you didn't care about what they were talking about. All you cared about was Jaebum leaning down to plant a kiss on the girl's lips. It made your stomach turn, and you wish it didn't. You unknowingly glared at your phone as the video ended, and Solana closed out of the app. "Did he try something with you last night?"

"No, he was just shocked to see me at his frat's party. Like I'm not allowed to have a good time or something." You scoffed at the recollection. "He even got mad that I was hanging with some other guy."

"Seriously?" Mina chuckled, shaking her head while opening a small bag of almonds. "He's a piece of work. What did he expect?"

"Well he obviously expects you to bend at his will. He texted you at 3 in the morning, and nothing good ever happens after 3 AM." You gave Solana a look and she gave one back. "What? It was like the most recent unread texts on your phone, I just glanced at it." You shook your head at her, and she pouted slightly as if to apologize. You knew that both Mina and Solana had their fingerprint embedded into your phone, as you had to theirs. You never had anything to hide except Jaebum, and regardless of that, you trusted them both.

"You didn't open them did you?"

"Y/N please. Do you know me at all?" She handed your phone back, and your thumb hovered over the Message app. "I saw the words come over and hard. You should tell him to go fuck himself. Or better, tell him to go fuck his girlfriend."

Mina sucked her teeth, sitting down in your desk chair with . "No, tell him that you're not gonna lower yourself to be some side chick for a guy that didn't even want to be anything more to begin with."

"I can't tell him that." You quickly said, locking your phone and tapping it against your thigh. "I don't even know if I wanted to be more with him to begin with, if that's what I wanted I could've said something."

"And so could he! May I remind you that you saw him on a date with someone and you waited for him to say something about it, which he didn't," Mina countered. "He obviously didn't wanna waste time trying to figure out if he liked you more than a fuck buddy, but now that he sees you with a guy he wants you again?"

"Besides, it was obvious that you were into him." Solana interjected, picking at her nails. You folded your arms, looking down at your lap. "It's like...the way you would talk about him. Remember that time you called us and talked about how all you two did was watch a movie and order Chinese food?"

Your cheeks burned at the memory. "Yeah, I remember."

When you both first started this, you would see each other during weekends, usually late at night. You'd have two or three rounds of sex, smoke breaks in between, and then you'd be gone. No reason to stay longer than necessary. But then he had texted you to come over one day in late September, saying he wanted to watch a movie. You assumed he just didn't want to be so blunt with insinuating he wanted to fuck, but when you got there, he ordered Chinese food and you both watched the second Transformers movie. You had seen it before but he explained how he'd never seen any of the movies from the franchise, so you had just sat through the whole thing, the both of you joking about what it would be like if the robots existed in real life.

He had ended the night with a peck on the lips, knowing what would happen if the kiss got any deeper. You walked back to your dorm feeling strangely elated, and you had gushed to your friends about it like some school girl. The following night he had invited you over for sex, and the elation went away.

"He must've known you were into him. He couldn't be that blind." Solana finished. You rubbed your temple, unlocking your phone again to finally open the messages he had sent. "He can choke for that, honestly. And now he's still trying, even though he has a girlfriend? Scum."

"Actual scum." Mina agreed, nodding her head. Their words made you more frustrated towards the entire situation. They were right, there wasn't any getting around it, but you couldn't help but think that you were partially at fault.

"He was drunk when he texted me." And hard. "Said he misses me."

Solana sucked her teeth, grumbling "Fucking men..." as Mina rolled her eyes.

"Of course he misses you. His new girl probably isn't good in bed or something."

You clenched your fist, voicing your thoughts. "Is it stupid that I wanna go over there? Just...to call him out on his shit?"

"Yes. Yes that is extremely stupid," Solana let out a dry chuckle, making grabby hands at Mina for the almonds. Your eyes followed the bag as Mina scooted over in the chair, stretching her arm out to pass them. "You're reopening a door that you need to keep closed, boo."

"Well give her some credit, Lana. She did blow up at him last night." Mina patted your knee as if to console you only a little bit. "Showing up at his door, saying it to his face? That's powerful, and you need to show him that you're not to be played with."

Solana held the almond on her bottom lip, as if questioning if she wanted to eat it. "Mm, I guess. I still don't think you should but I'm not gonna tell you what to do. If you do, you need to cut to the chase. Don't even step into his apartment."

"Exactly," Mina agreed, and your head swished between them both as they spoke. "You need to say "I'm more than just a fuck, and I'm not gonna be waiting for you to get your head out of your ass to admit that." You know?"

Solana clapped, and you laughed at her praise of Mina's advice. Your friends were making light of the situation, even though you knew that they were serious about everything they said. And you knew they were right.

"So?" You looked to Solana,, both her and Mina sharing a look that clearly said "What are you going to do?"

You folded your lips as you unlocked your phone, finally beginning to type a reply.

You I'll be over in like an hour.

You were chewing at your bottom lip so hard as you walked up the stairs, the weight of the possible outcomes of doing this heavy on your shoulders. You knew it was something you had to do, and as much as your friends had hyped you up to do so, you still weren't sure if you were strong enough to follow through with your plan. Last night, the presence of people, the sound of the party, it gave you enough means to yell and get angry at Jaebum. But with the absence of strangers and the silence of his apartment building, you began doubting yourself.

Of course, this wasn't the moment to doubt yourself. You wanted to do this, so here you were, at his front door. You weren't about to turn around now. Letting out a wavering sigh, you knocked on the door. Your eyes trailed down to your feet as you waited, but you quickly tightened your jaw, looking directly into the peephole as if he could've been looking back.

'You can do this. Stay outside. Say what you're feeling, every last thing. And then leave.' You thought, the tasks having no need for distractions. You wouldn't get distracted.

The door opened and there Jaebum stood. You took in the entirety of him without meaning to, but he looked okay. Actually he looked really good. Black t-shirt with gray sweatpants, bare feet, and a gold chain around his neck. His hair flopped forward, not lifeless but not styled in any kind of way. He looked natural and in his habitat, and that made you nostalgic of the times when you had come over.

You both stayed silent, and you wondered if he'd speak first, or if he was waiting for you to. Not wasting anymore time, you started with "Are you just going to stare at me or say something?"

He blinked in surprise, as if snapping out of some trance, and he cleared his throat, jaw tightening slightly. "Hey. I didn't think you'd come."

"I said I would," You folded your arms, glancing down at the dark wood of the hallway to the lighter wood of his living room. He didn't make any indication he was going to move.

"Yeah well you say a lot of things," Jaebum shrugged, eyes boring into yours. You wanted to shrink back, but you shot a glare at him. He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't ask for you to come over to argue."

"And I'm not here for that either," You took in a deep breath, feeling your palms sweat and rubbing them against your sleeves. "I just came to say what I need to and go."

Jaebum folded his lips, rubbing his jaw slightly. He already looked frustrated, obviously not expecting your straightforwardness. "Well, come on in, I guess."

"No, that's okay." You stood your ground, absentmindedly taking your braids and pushing them over your shoulder. Jaebum's eyebrows shot up, then back down in confusion.

"You're not gonna stand outside in my hallway." Jaebum didn't leave any room for another option, but you still didn't move. You were in no position to be ordered around. He sucked his teeth, and you could tell he was growing irritated. "Look, I invited you over, you wouldn't be here if-"

"If I didn't have something to say, which I do." You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your chest as you became angrier. "So let me say it so I can stop wasting my time for even showing up here."

Jaebum scoffed, shaking his head. "No."

You blinked repeatedly in shock. "What?"

"I said no. If you're going to talk to me then we're gonna do it in here." Jaebum folded his arms, mimicking your position, and you suddenly felt the shift of his temper. "It's not that big of a deal right? You talk, you leave, that's it."

You stood there in silence, taking in his words. You had every right to leave that second, but you had come here to do something, and you'd be damned if you'd go without saying what's on your mind.

"Fine." You said, crossing the barrier of his door and brushing past him. You decided that trying to make yourself comfortable was a bad idea, so you opted out of taking a seat on his comfy couch, leaning against the counter of his walk in kitchen right across from it.

Jaebum shut the door behind you, slowly walking over to lean against the back of the couch, resting his hands against it and overall looking relaxed. It bothered the fuck out of you. "So," he began, and you tightened your jaw. "I know you probably came here to curse me out or something-"

"Smart guess." You interrupted, tilting your head in mock amusement. Jaebum gave you a look and you just gave him a tight lipped smile back, no amusement evident.

"I shouldn't have talked to you like that last night. I was pissed. I really didn't expect to see you so soon and...after you called..." He trailed off, looking away from you. You felt something warm in your chest, and you weren't sure what the feeling was coming from. Why weren't you yelling? Why weren't you cutting him off or saying all of the things you said you would? This was your chance. "I thought you wouldn't ever want to see me again."

You scoffed lightly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't. I didn't want to, I didn't plan on it."

"Y/N that was my fraternity's party, do you really expect me to believe you showed up expecting me not to be there?" Jaebum inquired, his eyebrows coming together.

You sighed, rubbing your temple. "I got dragged to the party, I didn't even recognize the house, I-" You sucked your teeth, shaking your head. "I'm not explaining this to you, you don't have to believe me."

Jaebum breathed out through his nose, running his hand through his hair. "Whether you wanted to see me or not, I wanted to see you."

"For what?" You demanded. "What more do you have to say to me?”

"I miss you, alright?" He pushed off of the couch. He hadn't taken a step closer, but you backed into the counter anyways. It pressed into your lower back uncomfortably, but you didn't care. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"So?" You choked out a laugh. "Am I supposed to care? Supposed to be happy about that?"

"But I know you care," Jaebum retorted. "You can keep denying it when we both know that's not true. You miss me, you said it yourself yesterday."

Yesterday felt like months ago, especially with the way your feelings for Jaebum had shifted. To what though? Did you hate him? Did you still miss him? It was a teeter totter of feelings. "Even if I missed you, it wouldn't matter because I only came here to tell you that I'm done with this, with you."

He took a step forward and your waist pressed further into the table. "That's it?"

"Do you want me to keep talking? About how you're an asshole who has no right to miss me? Or even try to reach out to me?" You were beginning to ramble, and your chest felt warm with all of the pent up anger. "You're a piece of work, you know that? Am I supposed to just sit around waiting for you to get a damn clue about what you want?" Jaebum was stepping closer, but you didn't back up further, your anger giving you a kind of power to not shrink back. "I don't care if you miss me. I don't care if you can't get me out of your head. I was a good fucking thing, and you let me go because you were scared." You paused, realizing what you said and feeling your body tremble at all the emotion running deep in your words.

Jaebum hardly looked phased, and that unnerved you. "And you weren't? Would you have done anything about it?"

You blinked, locking eyes with his. "Maybe I would've. I don't know if I was or wasn't scared. You didn't give me any choice to be. Before I even had a chance to, there you were, on a date with someone else. And that told me everything I needed to know." The intensity of his gaze wavered your new found energy to speak your mind, so you looked straight ahead, tightening your jaw. "And now it just doesn't matter."

"It could matter." Jaebum took another step forward, and he might as well be towering over you. "It does matter."

You scoffed, turning your head. He continued anyways, talking to the side of your face.

"You're right, Y/N. I'm stupid for letting you go like that. I should've spoken up...even if I didn't know how you felt about me," You pressed your tongue inside your cheek. "I knew how I felt about you."

You were silent, not knowing what to say. This is something you would've wanted before. Now you weren't sure how to feel about the confession. You sighed, leaning away from the counter slightly. "I'm done."

"I'm not." Jaebum rested a hand on the counter, trapping you. You felt your heartbeat quicken even though your brain was screaming profanities. "Just tell me what I can do to make this better."

"Nothing. There isn't anything left for you to do Jaebum. You have a girlfriend, remember?" You pointed out, trying to push his arm with your side so you could make your way to the door. "I'm not some side chick."

Jaebum's arm didn't budge. "Then I'll end it with her."

You paused, not looking at him but simply thinking. You were stupid for even thinking about it, because what kind of person would that make you if you allowed him to end a relationship just to be with you? You didn't know this girl but you were sure she didn't deserve that.

You closed your eyes. "Jaebum-"

He cut you off almost immediately. "Just say the word and I will. You're the only thing that has been on my mind." He was closer, talking directly in your ear.

"I don't care." You sounded exasperated, refusing to turn to look at him. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push it away to let you through, but again he didn't budge.

All you got was the familiarity of his skin, of the wrists you used to hold down when you'd feel bold and ride him, keep him from touching you like he wanted oh-so-badly. You'd have him groaning and cursing just to feel your waist under his fingers or your nipple on his tongue, and you would just grin at how desperate he'd get over you, tease him until you were leaning down to kiss him, wanting to feel the way his sounds made your body buzz, until you'd let him go and he'd grip your hips like a lifeline, lift them up then down and have you moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.

You opened your eyes, seeing your hand still resting on his wrist, before your eyes trailed up his arms, his shoulders, then his face. You both locked eyes and you felt paralyzed.

"You can keep telling me you don't care but I know you." Jaebum spoke, and he was leaning closer until there was only a breath separating you two. Just the feeling had you glancing down at his lips, and you mentally cursed at yourself. "I know exactly what you're thinking about."

"What am I thinking? Hmm?" You glared slightly, not wanting to come off small, even though you could feel your walls shaking as if wanting to crumble. "Enlighten me."

"You still feel something for me." There wasn't a tremor in his voice that made you believe he was unsure of what he was saying. "You still want me, still miss me. Miss the way I'd hold you and kiss you and fuck you."

You gritted your teeth, balling your fist at the way he spoke, as if he knew where he had you, his affect on you. He had power over you and it made your stomach flutter and turn at the same time.

You leaned closer until your forehead touched his, spitting the words out "Fuck you."

Jaebum lurched forward, capturing your lips in a rough kiss that was made of heat and fury. It made your head spin, and you gripped the counter to balance yourself, feeling his hands cup your cheeks like he knew you'd try to pull away. The wrath flew all the way up to your mouth, your tongue finding his like it had been missing something for so long, and your body trembled at the familiarity, the way his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, so angry, so desperate.

You brought your hand up to dig your nails into his shoulder, not sure if to do it in the way he liked, or because you wanted him to hurt. When he groaned against into your mouth, you pushed him back enough to lift your other hand and smack him across the face, his head whipping to your right.

There was silence that kept being invaded by you trying to catch your breath, lips wet from the messy kiss, Jaebum's face still turned in the direction of the slap. You could see his jaw tighten, the way he brought his hand up to touch it as if not believing it before his eyes looked to you. You glared at him, gripping the counter again as if grounding yourself.

You bit your bottom lip, lightly wincing at the small indents of where his teeth had just been, running a tongue along it. Just the feeling turned you on, and you cursed at yourself mentally. He rubbed his reddening cheek, his body straightening up again to tower over you.

You reached for the front of his shirt, yanking him back down to kiss him again, not waiting for a sign to slide your tongue back in his mouth. The pleasured sigh he released was answer enough. His hands slipped down to your sides, slowly tracing them like he was taking time to remember what they felt like under his fingertips, pressing into spots he knew made you weak. A little whine escaped your lips, and you knew he noticed with the way his hands dropped down to your ass, squeezing to hear another whine.

"Fuck, I missed that sound..." He spoke against your lips, and you licked your lips, wanting them back on yours again. He pressed your body further onto his until your fronts were touching, your chest pressing into his. You rolled your hips lightly, hoping for some friction and feeling all of him in his sweatpants. He pulled you back into the kiss, your hands getting lost in his hair, tangling your fingers in them and keening at its memorable softness. Every touch felt like another memory of him, of lust that you couldn't forget even if you wanted to.

He suddenly lowered his hands to your thighs, pulling them apart to stand in between your legs, rolling his hips to meet with yours. You brought your hands down to his shoulders, trying to find purchase to keep your legs from giving out at the sensation of his length running against your core.

Your brain must've short circuited before realizing what was happening because in an instant, you were pulling back, shaking your head. "No...no, we can't do this." You panted lightly, feeling your heart begin to slow down.

Jaebum lifted your thighs until you were in the air, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist as he sat you atop the counter. Before you knew it, he was kissing you again, and you were kissing back.

You pulled back, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep him at bay. He looked at you with half lidded eyes, trying to lean in to kiss you again.

"Are you trying to tell me you don't want this?" He whispered, hovering over your lips. You let out a shaky breath, wishing your head wasn't so clouded in desire.

"You know this is wrong..." You shook your head, turning your head to avoid his kiss.

"I know that you pulled me into a kiss," He talked lowly, his lips trailing your cheek until he kissed it, moving down to your jaw. You shivered, closing your eyes. "I know how bad I want to touch you." His hand trailed down your front until his hand slipped under your shirt. You bit your lip, wanting more but knowing better. "I know how good I can have you feeling if you'd just let me."

"Jaebum-" His fingers unbuttoned the front of your jeans and you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop."

What did you want? If you thought about it, you'd start thinking about everything else, and you'd realize just how much you shouldn't be doing this. Jaebum had something over you, and now that you're seeing it firsthand, you weren't sure what you could do about it.

You bit your lip hard, pulling him in closer with your legs. "Show me how much you miss me."

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flowercrown-jackson · 8 years

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Klangst Week - Day 2

Mistake/Faith

It had come to a surprise to both of them, when they met, that they shared the same birth month but it was a surprise to the rest of them that they had actually started to date after a few months. It had surprised them too, they were always bickering and competitive with each other -they still are- but that had somehow strengthened their relationship.

They loved to rile each other up and, not to lie but, they both found themselves equally attractive. It was a very nice relationship that was dynamic and had the right amount of affection.

Still.

There was always this uneasiness at the end of the day. They both would feel it. They’re acquaintances would sense it too. The fact that people dated to others was unnerving but it was more unsettling that they got their mark at age twenty and even more so that their fated partner could be anywhere in the world. So when Lance and Keith started dating they were pretty confident, at least Lance was, that they were going to be fated to each other but they still agreed on if that wasn't the case, that they had to break up but that that wouldn't ruin their friendship, they wanted to be on good terms, after all, they are in love.

So when their birthdays were coming, it was understandable that both boys were very on edge and slightly excited, it had been a relief that they shared birth month but Lance was older than Keith by a few days -which annoyed Keith first- so they had to wait to know.

Which explains why everyone was gathered at Lance’s dorm room, with a heavy mixed atmosphere. They had cake, music, gifts, pictures were taken, eyes were rolled at Lance’s remarks, there was flirting.

There always was flirting.

It was only when Lance felt a tingling sensation on his left shoulder blade that he stopped everything and everyone to focus on the important moment.

“Everyone, shhh. It’s happening! I’m getting my mark!” He exclaimed excitedly and took his shirt off. Everyone gathered around him, staring at how the magic of faith was marking Lance’s skin permanently. “At least someone record this!”

They all snapped back to their senses and made Coran tape it, because he was Coran.

“It looks intricate Lance, I’m excited to see it as a whole.” Said Coran smiling while taking the video, everyone agreed and went back to being silent and observant.

For a few more minutes the process went on until he felt Keith’s fingers trace it. “Is it over?” He asked Keith. Keith only smiled and nodded.

“Look at the mirror.” Lance got up and went to the bathroom to inspect his mark.It was Saturn. Circle and ring, but, it was not only that. It was waves in the circle, and three small stars around it as if to accompany the lonely planet. Lance loved it.

“It’s so cool you guys!” He was sporting a winning smile the made everyone genuinely smile as well. “Now we wait for Keith’s” Shiro said. They looked at Keith who suddenly felt very pressured.

“Hey,” Lace went to Keith’s side, “It’s going to be fine, alright? Remember what we promised? It’s going to be okay, trust me.”

And Keith trusted Lance’s words, he latched in them, dwelled on them, lost sleep thinking about them until his birthday finally came. He felt himself drown in anxiety, the anticipation was killing him. He couldn’t focus on anything he was doing that day, he was thinking about the mark too much to do anything anyway. He left work early, claiming that he felt sick, and he was surprised by his friends when he got home. They were gathered in Keith’s small kitchen, with a few balloons, a cake and presents. They were wearing party hats -probably Lance’s idea.

“Happy birthday Keith!” “Oh, uhm, thanks.” He could never get used to people actually celebrating his birthday after he met the guys at college. “How long have you guys been here?”

“About an hour.” Pidge answered him a bit exasperated. “That doesn’t really matter, now does it?” Lance interjected, he grabbed both Keith’s hand and offered a big, warm, mile. “It hasn't happened yet, has it?”Keith could only smile at Lance and he shook his head. “Not yet, calm down.” He chuckled. Lance nodded and they both made their way to the table. “Are you anxious?” Shiro asked Keith. Why could he see right through him? “Weren’t you?” Shiro chuckled and nodded, “I was, actually but, it’s nothing to really worry about.” “You are aware of my situation, right?” Keith was slightly on edge and his tone of voice made it very apparent. Lance rested his hand on Keith’s shoulder and sat beside him. “Let’s just party ‘till it happens, yeah?” They nodded and did so.

No one would’ve ever thought that a small game of Life was going to be one of the most memorable things in their lives. It wasn’t until Keith began to feel a strange tingling sensation on his left forearm, just below his elbow.

“Guys,” He seemed to be panicking, and he was. Entirely. He was not ready for whatever was about to happen, he felt pressured and slightly nauseous. “Keith?” Hunk asked, concerned because of Keith’s facial expression.

“It’s happening.” “Kieth.” He heard Lance’s voice but it was as if he were underwater, it seemed very distant and he was beginning to thin that he was getting dizzy. “If you want to be alone we can leave. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No.” Keith got up without meeting anyone’s eyes. “No, stay. I want someone to be here when it’s done. We have to face this and I’d rather it’d be sooner than later.” He saw Lance nod at him before going to the bathroom where he could see the mark being created alone, without any other lingering eyes telling him how different it was from Lance’s.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Hunk asked Lance. “I have no idea. I don’t want to dwell on it now; it’s a good thing we don't have to wait any more longer, I could literally feel Keith’s anxiety from the stairway when he was coming up.” “What about if it ends up being a different mark?” Pidge asked while popping an M&M in their mouth. “We agreed to break up and stay friends.” Lance answered grimacing before placing his hands on his face. “I don't even want to think about it.”

“Keith.” Hearing Keith’s name come out of Shiro’s mouth made Lance drop his hands to his lap and stand up from his seat. He saw Keith’s face and noticed the small smile and some tears form in his eyes.

“What happened?” He questioned excitedly. “It’s the same isn't it? I knew it, I freaking knew it! There was no way that our relationship wasn’t a feed one.” He was smiling so hard his cheeks were already hurting. He went to take Keith’s hand and cup his hand with the other.

“You know how much I want to say yes.” Keith began. “What?”

Keith showed Lance his forearm and Lance took it to look at his boyfriend’s mark. It was a small flame that was bordered with a rhombus, so simple that it was beautiful. Lance loved it but, it wasn't like his. At all. “Keith,” he didn’t want to cry, he didn't want to accept the fact that he was in love with someone that wasn't fated for him and that they had to break up for the same reason. He didn’t want to know anything. He wanted to go back to when they were both nineteen and completely oblivious of what their marks would look like. He would always find himself hoping and praying that if his love for Keith grew, faith would make them each other’s fated partner. But the universe was never on a person’s side and that wasn’t what happened.

They were fated to someone else.

“Why are you smiling?” Lance was crying now, and so was Keith. They didn’t care if their friends were watching, the current situation was far more important and heart breaking than embarrassment. “Because,” Keith sniffled and wiped a tear from Lance’s cheek, “I’ve never been more sure of my feelings for you.”

“We’re not fated Keith.” Nothing, no words had ever pained them both so much. “I’m fully aware Lance, and I’m so grateful I got to date you. You were such a great partner. You are. The fact that we’re not fated isn't going to change that and that’s why I’m smiling.” Keith took Lance’s face and he rested his forehead on Lance’s. “I’m proud of you and I will always have the honor of being your first love.”

“No.” Lance couldn't contain his sobs, he wished for anything to be happening, anything other than this. He wasn’t prepared, he didn't want to let go now, or ever. “Keith, please, let’s just- let’s stay together! Yeah, ‘till we meet our fates.”

“Lance, you and I both know that’s not a smart idea, that;s why we agreed to break up. It’s only going to be a lot harder. We’re strong; we can do this.”

“But- but I love you.” Lance whispered. “You Keith, you.”

Keith smiled at Lance’s sincerity and went in for a kiss. The last one.

“If you loved me, you can love anyone else. Do it for us, Lance.”

Neither one of them really wanted to let go of each other, from rivals to lovers, they had managed to get very attached. They were ideal to each other, at least they thought so but if this what the universe wanted for them -then so be it. They were going to do it. For each other.

The universe was never on a person’s side and although they had never experienced such pain they would face their fate. Headstrong.

I’m late for day 2 but at least I uploaded ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @klangst-week im having too much fun pls stop me from paining my gay children

#klangst week #vld #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #my gay children #i love them sM LET THEM BE HAPPY #JFC #mine #KLANGST

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persorene · 7 years

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Could I request some Jokamu? I really enjoyed your yandere Jakob prompt fic, I was wondering if I could ask for more of that? I hope tomorrow is better for you!

"Jakob, wake up." the old man shook the butler's shoulders roughly "Jakob. Up." he growled."Ungh, what? What do you want?" he sat up in bed, running his hands over his tired eyes and through his loose mass of hair."I've spotted intruders in the gardens." Gunter snapped."Well, that won't do." Jakob whispered, suddenly more awake "I'll check on Lady Corrin and then I'll remove the issue.""Would you like help?""I won't need it." he smirked as he stood up from his bed. The butler hastily dressed and attached his holster of daggers to his thigh. "I'll be back soon, old man."Jakob crept silently through the halls, pausing at his master's door, he stood still in the darkness, listening intently for any sign of distress. No sound met his ears, worry crawled through his being, his princess was a relatively noisy sleeper. He gently opened her door, being careful not to draw a creek from the old hinges in case she was asleep. Her room was bathed in the dancing light of a candle, the princess lay half propped up in her bed, a book open in her lap. Her crimson eyes drifted to the doorway, searching her butler. "Is something wrong?" she asked softly, though he always checked on her through the night, he was usually in bed by this hour.He smiled warmly at her, stepping closer to her bed. "No, of course not, my princess.""But, you're fully dressed and it has to be the early hours of the morning.""I assure you all is well." he fluffed her pillow gently and arranged it more comfortably behind her "Now, get some rest, I'll wake you in the morning.""Goodnight, Jakob." she smiled at him, sending his heart aflutter as only she could."Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams." he muttered as he exited her room.--------------------------------------------------------------------Jakob stepped into the garden, the cool breeze sent his hair fluttering around his face. He stood still, bathed in the moonlight, listening for any sign of an intruder. The snap of a branch drew his attention to a cluster of shrubberies and flowering trees. A devious smirk twisted his lips upward, the butler slowly walked forward, the rage in the pit of his stomach was swirling and growing more intense."You seem to be lost." he spat into the darkness "For you see, this is my home, my master's home. We had not been expecting guests." he laughed softly as the dark outline of a man darted from the path and into the wall of greenery lining it."You appear to be under the impression that you can hide from me. But this is my territory. I will find you, and you will regret ever stepping foot in this place."Jakob strode slowly down the path, his boots landing with menacing thuds as he moved. His job was to handle to intruders, but no one said he couldn't have a bit of fun while he did so. The butler intentionally walked past the point in the brush that he knew the man was hiding in, waiting until the intruder breathed a soft sigh of relief.At the sound of his breath, Jakob spun on his heels, his arms delving into the leaves as his long fingers wrapping around the man's shoulders. In one swift movement, he'd thrown the man on the ground and pinned him down, straddling the man's chest. The butler grinned viciously as he pressed the tip of a dagger into the hollow of the intruder's throat, drawing a trickle of blood to the surface."Pl-please don't kill me." the man sputtered, he was Hoshidan, yet another attempt to steal the princess housed in the walls of the fortress.Jakob grimaced, pressing ever so slightly harder on the blade "But you wanted to kill her, didn't you?"The Hoshidan shook his head "No, no we had no intentions of killing her!""We? How many of you are there?""I won't tell you!" He growled, wiggling his chest in a vain effort to escape the surprisingly strong butler."Oh, I think you will." he chortled, plunging the tip of the blade barely into the man's throat.The kidnapper gurgled as his air supply was cut off momentarily "Okay, okay, stop and I'll tell you!""No, you'll tell me, then I'll move the blade.""How do I know you won't kill me when you get the information you want?""You have the nerve, the audacity, to come into my home, try to steal my master and then question me?" Jakob snarled "You're making all the wrong decisions should you ever wish to the light of day again. I don't need your answer. I can and will end you and find your companions myself.""You're insane!""No I'm not, and let me make this abundantly clear, I do not like to kill. However, the princess is very precious to me. Any threat to her will be handled swiftly. You are a threat. You have your options, either you tell me how many of you there are and I might allow you to live, or you don't tell me and I end your life here and now and then find your companions and do the same to them." His captive twisted under the blade again, desperately trying to escape."I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You'll only kill yourself faster." The Hoshidan tried once more, hissing as he felt the sharp edge coming ever closer to the vital veins barely protected by his flesh "Two." He growled "There are two of us. Myself and one other. I- I don't know where he's hiding. Now, please, let me go."Jakob smiled, lightly patting the kidnapper's cheek "Good man. As I said before, I don't enjoy killing and it upsets my princess so deeply when I do it, therefore, you are free." He lifted the dagger slowly "But, you will get up, you will turn, and you will run. If you are stupid enough to come back or attempt to save your companion, you will regret it with every fiber of your being should I allow you to live long enough to feel regret. Am I understood?"The man nodded."Well then, I think you and I can part for now." Jakob stood quickly. As soon as his weight was removed from the Hoshidan captive, he stood and darted into the night. The butler turned, scanning the courtyard for the accomplice. His keen eyes fixated on a quivering shadow on one of the lower rooves. With alarming skill, he hurled a dagger into the darkness. It landed its hit with a resounding thud, the ninja growled in pain as he hit the ground below, clutching his calf where the blade was stuck. Jakob sprinted across the stone, hovering over the man and watching as he writhed in agony. "You were on the roof. I can only assume that means your friend was a decoy, meant to distract me as you made your way to my master."The Hoshidan couldn't respond, his mind was reeling from the pain, his fingers were dyed a stark red from his own blood."I let him go. I see now that was a mistake. Unfortunately, someone has to be held responsible for this intrusion. Certainly you understand." Jakob smirked, crouching down over the hapless man, his lips mere inches from his ear "I believe you have something of mine." He whispered. The butler reached his hand to the man's leg, firmly gripping the hilt of the blade, he viciously, slowly twisted the dagger, carving into the man's leg as he pulled it out. The Hoshidan lay screaming, gripping the new hole in his calf. His screams drew the attention of his comrade, he turned from his place on the path. He would have only one chance, any failure would cost him greatly. The ninja raised one hand, aiming the blade of a shuriken toward the demonic butler. In a swift throw, he hurled the projectile, praying it hit the Nohrian in a vital location. A dull sound met his ears, he had missed. The blade had only cut the man's shoulder.Jakob looked to gis bleeding shoulder and spun on his heels, running in a full sprint toward the man he'd shown mercy to. Before he had time to escape, Jakob had him thrown to the ground "I thought I had been clear. I thought we had an agreement. Did I not say that you would regret any behaviour like this?" The hoshidan lay silently, awaiting his fate, whatever the dandy decided that may be."You will count yourself lucky. Being the merciful man that I am, your life will be spared. You owe me a thank you."The first ninja said nothing, glaring at his tormentor."I'm sorry? Perhaps this isn't the way you do it in Hoshido but in Nohr, if someone soares your life twice. TWICE. After you broke into their home in an attempt to kidnap a member of royalty, you say thank you.""Thank you." He growled."There now, that wasn't hard. But, this will be. I can't let you leave here unpunished. It just wouldn't make much sense. You came to my home, you tried to take my princess, you tried to distract me so your friend could take my princess. Now, your friend has a pretty serious leg wound, maybe with a bad leg I won't have to worry about him scaling my rooves at night. But don't worry! You'll get a parting gift as well."Jakob crouched down, placing the tip of his dagger against the man's forehead. He shivered as the cold metal met his flesh. With surgical precision, the butler carved two deep lines into the ninja's forehead, forming an X in the center, directly above his eyes. "Now if I ever see you again, and hopefully I won't, I'll know you wasted both your first and your last chance. Next time I'll take your life. Oh, and for good measure-" he swiftly plunged the blade into the man's thigh "Have fun hobbling home."-------------------------------------------------------------------"Goodmorning princess, I trust you slept soundly." Jakob smiled warmly, setting up her tray perfectly and arranging the vase of flowers he'd picked for her."I did!" She grinned as she lifted her fork "Did you ever go to bed last night? You checked on me so late.""Oh, don't worry about me, my princess, just a bit of work that needed dealt with." His heart ached just looking at her, each attempt to take her away only made him realize how very much she meant to him. Jakob hissed in pain as he lifted his right arm to open her curtains, the wound on his shoulder was worse than he'd originally thought but he would take any pain for her."Jakob are you hurt? What happened." Corrin suddenly hopped from her bed, crossing the floor to be at his side."I'm fine, Lady Corrin. I just pulled it last night while I was finishing up my work.""You silly thing. You do far too much for me, I'm so lucky to have you. I know I don't say it enough but I appreciate how hard you work for me. You're the best friend I could ever have.""Oh, milady, that means more to me than you could ever know."

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ollies-outies · 7 years

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After effects of a main superhero story, the antagonist tries to get life back to basic order, living a simple by-clock job life. They become seriously depressed, especially with reflecting on their mistakes as well as PTSD from the fight with the hero.

hi id like to entitle this piece: “i dont have depression, ptsd, and have only ever had a mild panic attack.” if i fucked anything up pls tell me so i can like? not fuck it up in the future.

[1888 words, warnings for suicide mention and all the other stuff i talked about]

As soon as the plan went sour, they’d all killed themselves. It had been a pact of sorts: better to die than see the plan fail.

But, of course, Benjamin had been too slow.

And now here he was.

He could still see the spot from the window (the stupid fucking McDonalds drive-through window), where Marie had died. He hadn’t been there when she’d pulled the pin, of course. But the giant bite her grenade had taken out of the cement and storefronts that the city still hadn’t managed to fill was all the proof he needed.

A blue Subaru pulled up, cutting off his view of the scene that he didn’t want to see anyways. A lady, bleached-blonde and middle-aged, poked her head out the window. Her knockoff Gucci sunglasses glinted light straight into Ben’s eyes.

“You ordered the salad, right?” He asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“And a coffee,” she said, not putting nearly as much effort into her cheer. As he handed her the food, she lowered her shades, squinting at him. “…you look familiar.”

He got that a lot. Even though he’d worn a mask during his time as public enemy number one, his image had been plastered on every newspaper at least once a week for a solid year or so; that kind of exposure tends to leave an imprint on people’s minds.

He wasn’t worried though. This woman didn’t expect the man who’d threatened to destroy the city on a near-monthly basis to be serving her Micky D’s takeout. So she didn’t make the connection. He shrugged at her. “I’ve just got one of those faces.”

Once the coffee was safely in her seat holder, she rolled up her window and drove away. But not before leaving him with her two cents: “Not with that scar, you don’t.”

Thanks for the reminder, ma'am, he thought at her. He would’ve said it out loud, but McDonald’s policy dictated that he avoid sassing customers. The scar, which ran from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and ended in the center of his cheek, had also happened on the day when it all went to shit.

Benjamin preferred not to think about it.

Which meant that, of course, the next five customers were spent actively trying not to think about the scar. Or Marie, or Jacob or Marcus or Lee. It worked about as well as it always did.

Four customers more, and then Alyssa, the manager, called him over. “I’m taking over at the window. You take the counter, ‘kay?”

He nodded. At least then he wouldn’t have to look at the crater. Marie’s crater.

With every customer that came through, Ben became more and more aware of the scar. People would look at him, and he was sure their eyes would flick to the scar for a moment before politely averting their gaze. It had faded over the two years since he’d got it, and he covered it up every morning. Apparently the concealer had rubbed off today.

The scar was throbbing by the time the man walked in. Even in civilian clothing, even after two years, Ben knew that face like the back of his hand: the tree-bark eyes, the dark hair curled like a Greek statue’s, the slightly upturned nose, bent to the left where it had broken and healed long ago.

It wasn’t a face Ben relished seeing.

A cold sweat sprung up between his shoulder blades. His hands started to shake with adrenaline. He looked around for something to do, someone to give the counter to, but Carter was already in front of the register.

To the rest of the world, the man was Solar Flare: protector of Radon Canyon, defeater of extraterrestrial threats, dimensional anomalies, and ‘domestic terrorists’ like what Ben used to be.

Right now, he was Carter Sanchez, complicator of Ben’s already not-great day.

“I’ll have a Big Mac and a cookie, please.” He smiled, and it might have been charming if Ben’s stomach weren’t swirling at the too-familiar, too-intimate smell of Carter’s cologne. Sandalwood. Fresh and woodsy, like a newly cut pine tree.

His fingers punched in the order, like a machine following a code. But his head was racing. Why’s he here? Does he recognize me? Is he here to kill me? Finish what I couldn’t? He wouldn’t. He doesn’t kill. But what if he did?

The food was handed to Ben, who handed it to Carter. For a moment, their hands brushed. Ben forced himself not to jerk away, and focused instead on praying that his shaking was less noticeable than he thought it was.

Carter thanked him and then just. Sat down.

Sat down and didn’t look at Ben again.

He seemed so… Okay. Like he wasn’t constantly thinking about the day two years ago.

And why would he? It was all just another day of work for Solar Flare. It was only Ben’s life that had gone up in flames.

It happened over at the stadium, just a couple blocks east of the McDonalds, and Marie’s Crater. The comm lines had cut abruptly to static as one by one, all of his friends pulled their pins and died, until there was only Ben left.

But he hesitated, like an idiot, and that was all the time Carter needed to knock the grenade out of his hand. When he tried to recover it, he’d been kicked, hard, and sent flying across the rubble left over from a previous battle. A sharp bit of metal scraped across his face as he flew past, cleaving from forehead to cheek. Deep enough to scar. Not deep enough to kill.

Because why would he ever be that lucky?

And then Carter had pinned him down, and asked him how, and why, and all that other stuff bleeding-heart heroes were probably contractually obligated to ask. And he was so close that Ben was suffocating in the sandalwood cologne and the coppery smell of blood pouring from the rift in his face into his eyes.

The sandalwood still lingered at the counter and Ben was having trouble keeping himself in the right moment, in the right place. Carter was still right there, enjoying a fucking Big Mac, oblivious to the presence of one of his greatest enemies not even ten feet away.

Well. Former greatest enemy.

After Marie, Benjamin had stopped. He’d had a cause to fight for - they all did. But without her and the others, it all seemed meaningless.

“Jamie,” she’d said to him, right before it had all gone wrong. “When we win, you owe all of us ice cream.”

Most likely, she was just trying to lighten the mood. It worked, and he smiled. “Why me?” he’d asked.

“Because it’s your turn, stupid. I bought last time.”

And then they’d all died. But Carter was still there. And he was sitting down and eating a burger, and Ben’s friends were still dead.

A tide swelled up in his chest, threatening to break at a moment’s notice. It hurt, and there was an urgency to it that told him to get out.

He hardly heard the words that came out of his mouth (his throat felt so swollen, he wasn’t even sure if there had been any) to try and tell Alyssa he had to leave for a moment. He managed to make it to the family bathroom and lock the door before his legs gave out. The bathroom had been recently cleaned, and the tang of bleach wafted around him, mingling with the sandalwood still lingering like fog in his mind.

Breath was coming in and out of his windpipe in erratic bursts, like a bird being shook in its cage by a particularly sadistic child.

“Just kill me already!”

“No.” It was infuriating how easily Carter could hold him down. Nobody that dressed in such a ridiculous latex suit had any right being so strong. “You’re going to calm down, and then we’re going to the police.”

Ah, yes. Calm down so he could be handed to the police. Like that wasn’t the same as a death sentence.

He hoped the awful choking noises he was making were drowned out by the bathroom fan. Its low humming crowded his ears and made it hard to think.

Police choppers hummed in the distance, close to where Ben, in a moment of confusion, had managed to give Carter the slip. He was miles away now, in one of the safe houses Lee had hooked them up with.

He was tempted to call his friends, make sure they were on their way safely. But he realized that, of course, they couldn’t respond. Not anymore.

His phone buzzed, knocking him out of the scene.

It was a text from Alyssa. ‘You okay? You’ve been in there for a while.’

Deep breaths, he told himself. In, out, in, out. Bleach filled his nose. Not the most pleasant, but its pungent smell helped root him back in the harshly-lit McDonald’s bathroom.

The sweat was drying, making his shirt stick to the small of his back. He didn’t want to go back to the safe house again. Any of them. Not the one he was staying at now, or any of the others spread around the city. He wasn’t sure if he could stand another night sleeping next to his friends’ ghosts; especially not now.

His legs were shaky, but he managed to push himself up the wall into a standing position.

‘I’m fine,’ he responded. ‘Could I leave a bit early though?’ It took him a good seven tries and a couple autocorrects to get his shaking fingers to sort out the right letters, but he eventually got it.

‘Of course! I’ll take your shift tomorrow too, if you need?’

He smiled. Alyssa was much kinder than he deserved. ‘Thank you.’ Only three tries this time; he was starting to feel better. The shaking was subsiding, his stomach was settling, and though the dried sweat made him smell a bit like a scared animal, at least his skin was feeling more like it belonged on his own body again.

After a few more deep breaths, Ben felt alright opening the door. He didn’t bother going to get his bag, and he didn’t risk looking back to see if Carter was still there. The goal was to get on the first bus and ride as far from Radon Canyon as possible. There was probably enough money on his card for a motel room. He could worry about quitting and his woefully barren resume tomorrow; all that mattered now was leaving.

The bus he finally got on was heading east. There was a game going on in the stadium where his life should have come to an end two years ago. Ben’s eyes lingered for a few moments, until the cement walls and giant parking lot were hidden from view by the train station, and then a block of office buildings, and then a park where a team was just starting soccer practice.

Every mile out of the city felt like another weight lifting away. Another painful reminder gone, another memory out of mind.

At the last stop, hours away, in the middle of the night, it felt like he was breathing for the first time in two years.

#mutuals are asleep time to post my shitty writing before they wake up #also sorry im Bad AF at endings yikes #megans writing

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survivorinternational · 5 years

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Episode 3 - "I wish you were BORN in 1920 so you wouldn't be in this org" - Emily

I was close to getting an idol without searching more than twice. Michael told me he had been gathering info and narrowed down to three locations, I had already searched one so thats two. Tyler was going to search one, micheal the other. So i thought: if i beat one of them to an idol search i will have it without then knowing. But idol was gone, rip. At least I have an alliance now, i like tyler idk about michael though. Anyone who can gather that much idol info must be shady to some degree.

I am pretty good at Semantris but we are not winning this challenge.

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Oh yeah I guess maybe I shouldn't try too hard to not be a challenge target at merge. I guess I'll try to get the promised 6k ; my top 5 scores are 6k - 9k for comparison so it might not be the easiest thing.

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So far Vilma, Richmond (Clash) and Ginger have said they will attend the watch-together. Hopefully we have a good time.

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Day 5: God that music video is hilarious... basic... but funny Immunity win! YES! Still undefeated as a tribe. Continue to build social relations. Worked out most places that have been searched... Maybe i should do a spread sheet. Tomorrow Me and Tyler will search the last few places and hopefully find the idol. Day 6: GG Ruthie. Reward challenge, Word association, ok. Idol search has produced nothing... This is concerning... Someone must have it by now but no-one is saying. My guess is that its Stephen. Dean is more distant, this is also concerning. Dean is sitting out this challenge. Approached Tyler and Stephen about an alliance, Its going ahead, invited Jacob to be a 4th. If all goes to plan, I should know where all votes are going atm, It seems that most players trust me the most and are willing to work with me, but this is a double edge sword. Talk of a swap is happening... god i hope not yet.

So Laelaps comes up and tells me that there's an alliance of 4 forming with me not inside - Tyler, Stephen, Jacob and himself. Yes it does give me some comfort that he's told me and that we're still sticking together, but I don't like being possibly on the outside 4 to 2. I'm just trusting in my alliance of Jacob and Laelaps that even if they're playing both sides they'd rather take me, and I'm trying to appear less threatening to save myself here.

I hate to sound like that brawn comp beast girl but my tribe is full of inbreds and incapable of doing anything well. first of all, our music video was SHIT because only me and patrick actually tried and contributed something worth anything. second, this flash game is literally so easy..... and they're all like uWu I can't do it :/ like are y'all dumb dumb STUPID dumb? like what's up man? I've been doing this for like an hour at most and I've been getting 4400+ consistently and Patrick goes "my high score is 1920" bitch WHAT I wish you were BORN in 1920 so you wouldn't be in this org that was mean I'm kidding lol but im not I hate this tribe they're all so BORING I need some different timezones in my life. someone put vilma on my tribe. I don't know her and post season I really hope she doesn't think these confessionals are creepy. vilma I want to be your best friend everyone on my tribe sucks ): also last vote (sorry I didn't make a confession about it early) was okay - Ruthie wanted to go so we voted her out. ): rip her I love her so much. I was really looking forward to playing with her. but the good thing was it was easy and simple. if we go to tribal again idk if it'd be as simple lol. also im so bad at talking to these people???? they're so bland!!! maybe others are talking but im certainly not getting anywhere socially except with randy occasionally. I'd want to work with randy or Patrick. im not the biggest fan of liana or Daniel so if we went to tribal again that's who id want to go. I think I could make it happen too. maybe? who knows maybe they have it out for me fjdlkasjflas uhhhh okay bye bye

if the 24 hour challenge is word race i will flip

I love European Michael, he is the best European.

During the word making immunity challenge the Europeans were up at 4am kicking our butts and Tyler who isnt participating starts talking about a European girl on their tribe that seems to be good at everything so I go to check and I think it's Vilma and want to confirm with him. Then the next word we had to make was coincidentally V5, so guess what I wrote xD

I think I'm coming off bossy in my tribe. Which I don't want to seem. But everything has got to be perfect and in order so there are no mistakes. We must win.

You know what? im going to bed. If we lose the challenge so be it, itll be healthy to vote someone out. I am not slugging away through a 24hr challenge against a beast. I’m just not. And if Veni whats to make himself known as a challenge beast, he can do that, I’ll just be gunning for him come merge/swap. I know other people might do the same. But, you know, good for him.

So the w9 game is going on and my tribe has 3 and the others have 20 so it’s like for sure that we’re going to tribal tomorrow. And I have professed my love for randy and he returned it and I like Emily and we’re talking about our idol searches, so that’s 3 of 5 already. My tribe is just like a very quiet tribe nobody talks besides Emily. When I saw how good the other tribes music videos were I got very concerned about their amount of communication compared to ours. Idk who I want to vote out I think I like David a little more but I’ll see what the other two think.

I am literally so happy I've got such devoted comp beasts like Vilma and Veni in my tribe ! And we're also close allies ;) It's cool, I don't need to slay comps to win this... I just need my social skills with me and they can continue to write words :)

Patrick keeps calling Daniel David and if that doesn't tell you enough about my tribe idk what does. but who does it say more about? Patrick or Daniel? honestly who cares. Patrick, Randy, and I kind of banded together like "we're the only active ones lol let's vote together" so I think it's gonna be Daniel! sorry but the dude does NOT speak. and I know this is his first org over here and we're super boring... I feel bad. but yeah he's also boring! and he's sort of good at comps but not really dude. so I think it's gonna be him. after this tribal, im pretty sure that we are tribe swapping. yay final 14! I don't mind going to tribal honestly. I feel safe because I'm slightly more active than some of the other people. like it's sad to say im the most active member of my tribe but im constantly out with my friends or at work or neglecting my responsibilities. oopsie! yeah so im gonna hope and pray no one is planning a blindside on me but like if they were they'd be fucking stupid also there's no god damn way they're pulling something they don't care enough? like genuinely this tribe is so quiet. it's not that they're not talking to me. it's that they are not here. that makes the pre-merge easy for me because I can control what happens on my tribe for the time being... because it's easy? and everyone kind of thinks of me as a leader I think? because I TRY. that's IT. anyway lol yeah my plan is to vote out Daniel. and then swap onto a tribe with Vilma pls

Our tribe results: *posted early in the afternoon that we lost* Tribe: *doesnt talk to me* Me, a few hours later: *messages everyone trying to start a conversation and no one responds for a while* Emily: *responds once and goes offline * Pat: *responds once* Emily: *gets back online and I see both her and Pat's green circles but neither has responded to me* Me: "are you bitches conspiring against me?" Whatever I will probably have to play my idol and I am thinking about playing it against pat or Emily. Daniel is just new so that's a good excuse for him.

If it wasn't a double tribal we'd all still be here but unfortunately we have to go to tribal tonight. Tonight for me could go very simply, keep my alliance of Michael and Jacob happy by voting out Dean who no one seems to have connections with, but I am getting a bit paranoid because besides Tyler, knowing seems to be talking to me or continuing my conversations which to me is a telltale sign that you're not included. The good thing is that I do have an idol and if I need to play it I will because better safe than sorry.

All right, so we’ve got alliances out the wazoo rn. Along with a heavy handed dash of loose lips. So tyler tells me that sluggy made an alliance with everyone but me and dean, then sluggy tells me he had a super early alliance with michael and jacob. All this tells me that Micheal especially is playing the middle, being in two alliances with him already myself. It also tells me that sluggy cannot be trusted with info. But sureeee ill be in a 2man alliance with you sluggy -_- Right now I dont trust anyone, even tyler, but ill keep this info to myself, if sluggys playing me this might be a test to see if i tell tyler or anyone else. I just need to make sure I lay low and keep the target off my back. Fingers crossed I don’t get blindsided, but at least I know I am in no way in control of this tribe, keeps me on my toes.

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So i think ive settled things enough to feel safe, i think everyones voting dean, deans voting jacob. The only wildcard is jacob who wants to split, but doesnt know who. Tbh if he does i dont want him to tell me who it is, ill only feel guilty if he does. As long as it aint me right?

I guess to summarise the word race because I doubt I did confessionals during that. - Michael the helper was really cool and I really enjoyed our banter in tribe chat hopefully we cross paths again. We did add eachother on Snachat. - Me and Vilma once again were the most dedicated scoring 34/35 for our tribe together. She is absolutely my ride or die partner in this and I will do anything to get one of us to win the thing. - Survivor Africa watch was good, we watched the first 3 episodes though it was just me and Vilma (see the trend?). Sadly apparently that will become illegal if we swap and are not on the same tribe which is pretty sad. - Swap is incoming, everyone knows that. Question is, will it be entirely random? If so, I flipped a coin to test my luck and it failed me. My predictions have been on point this season so moral of the story: this swap won't work well for me. - ALSO I CALLED THAT IT'S WORD RACE I HATE YOU ALL BECAUSE I AM TOO DEDICATED FOR MY OWN GOOD GODDAMNIT peace out homedogs

After that intense tribal council I am shaking so much, I did get to talk to Stephen and Tyler a bit alone afterwards in the call so it was nice to be able to get a feel for their true feelings without the disguise of text. At this point if Dean didn't have that idol, either Michael/Stephen have it, or it hasn't been found yet. The good news is that with it being final 14 i can expect a tribe swap into 2 tribes of 7, and that gives a lot of room for bonding, I'll continue to do what I've been doing with the friendliness and hopefully I'm not just swapped alone. I can always try to weasel my way into the cracks of a team if I am, but I'm not quite ready to play the victim card, I still have a long stretch of game left in me before I do that.

Well what's cooking is that I really really think it's gonna be me this vote lol, no one has talked to me and well, yeha

2 immunity wins in a row hell yeah! Ngl, I wasn't SUPER worried about this one because if we lost, I think it was almost certain that Ginger would go. Ginger didn't submit in the last immunity and barely helped in this one and has barely spoken to any of us. Clash and I had a call the other day which was good and gave us an opportunity to discuss a bit of game which was good. We talked about who we liked/disliked and I found out that he knows Ginger but doesn't like him. It's almost certain that next round is a tribe swap and I'm praying I get put with Clash. Right now, my ranking of who I'd want to go forward with is probably : Clash>Vilma>Veni>Ginger

Oh bless at us winning but at the same time I don’t trust ginger so idk if that’s the best but let’s hope for the best and hope I am in a tribe with Vilma and randy next tribe swap hehe

Where is this idol?? No one claims to have found it and I sure haven't either. Could use a clue right now. Too bad my tribe mates didn't agree, since THREE of them STRIKED at the reward challenge. I literally burst into laughter when I saw that. My I C O N I C fail of a tribe. Veni and I are the only ones who truly care about challenges. Well Allan cares a bit as well, but he also seems to have a life, so, I'm happy for him, although jealous! But I bet we would've lost every single pre merge challenge if Veni and I weren't overly enthusiastic about them. I just hate tribal, okay? Plus I guess I admit I'm somewhat competitive, because I don't think I could handle just throwing a challenge without trying at all. That would feel simply wrong. Veni and I went all out in the immunity challenge too, we napped in shifts and made sure one of us was around throughout the entire challenge so we had the possibility to score a point at all times. Plus we made a huge ass google sheet so we could just copy and paste answers whenever a new letter got posted. The first 15-17 hours or so I thought the Aussie tribe was for sure going to beat us (they were soooooo fast, but so was Veni thank god), but I guess they got sleepy by the end and we won!!!! YAYYYYY NO TRIBAL Veni almost posted a gif of himself as a chicken to the challenge chat I would've died if we got a warning for that He meant to post it on tribe chat https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/410716559632367616/599331778934603786/mmm_veni_2.gif I don't know who I'd vote if we went to tribal that's why I really would like to avoid it Plus I'm scared Veni and I's activity is pissing people off Don't wanna go home yet I'm having fun Ugh fuck I'm losing focus LOOK AT THAT FOUR AUSSIES GOING AGAINST ONE LITTLE ME HELP Ugh Veni will be busy in about 30 mins and then I'm gonna be in big trouble At least he let me shower I feel like a human again But it'll be tough If I was normal I'd just chill but I don't have it in me I don't know how to chill I love winning too much I gotta get that bag It's a thug life It's a thug life WE WON CHALLENGE WE GOT A BIG LEAD THEY CANT CATCH UP FUCK YEEE I CAN SLEEP EARLIER I am just glad we don't have to vote anyone out Would've sucked I feel like these past 24 hours brought closer together So I would've hated it if someone had to leave (Especially if it was me) But F14!! WOOP We're surely going to swap after the double tribal and I'm excited but scared!!! Excited because I'm ready to meet some new faces even though I've grown a liking to my flop tribe, and scared because I feel after the last challenge it's pretty apparent Veni and I were the more active members of our tribe and we could get targeted for that. My plan is to try to lay a bit low at swap, but still make sure I get to know everyone one on one to make solid new connections. I really hope I don't get swapfucked, hope to remain in the same tribe with as many og Faatasi as possible. Let's go!

Damn work keeping me to busy to do confessionals. Reward Challenge: This appears easier as we go on. Quite enjoy this. Aim for over 5000. Got 7200 in one of my first tries... Aim is 10,000 Settled for 8200, sick of looking at my screen. Some of these word associations don't make sense. Who doesn't associate Video games with words like Play or fun... REWARD CHALLENGE WIN! AWWW YER!!! Comfort Items get! And in comfort items... A Vote Blocker!!! BOO YAH!!! Immunity Challenge: I called this 12 hours before the challenge began. I am a legend. Seems that most people are busy this weekend. I will do what I can but i will be busy for a good 6 hours of it as well Veni and Vilma are thorns in my side with this, they just type so quick VENI DOESNT SLEEP WTF!!! I cant keep up, I tried my hardest but cant keep going at 3am. We lost :( Tribe life: Current Alliances: The UHC Alliance, The Idol Hunters Alliance. Sluggy has suggested an Alliance between Tyler, Jacob, himself and me which I agree to. Vote is very straight forward, We are all voting Dean as he isn't very active unfortunately. I wanted to try and keep him around but I think I was the only one chatting to him. If Dean has an Idol then it will be Jacob going, which is also fine with me as I think Jacob will be a hindrance later in the game Dean is voted out 5-1 The idea of a swap is brought up, which we all agree is likely to happen. In the UHC chat, Sluggy brings up the point that Veni could spill the beans about knowing each other out of this survivor. Its a good point and I really didnt want to but I told my Idol Hunter Alliance about the fact I knew Jacob, Sluggy and Veni outside of the game but I play each survivor without using my relationships from outside the game effect it.

RIGHT so here we go again u crack heads. Hate u all, this is for round 3 btw so dont get it TWISTED, sorry I made a VIDEO confessional and forgot to post it OOPSIES. Anywho, like the who’s from whovillie here we are partying minding our own business, well me at least because while I went out clubbing everyone else had to do the challenge. Sorry about it. They all love me anyway so ALL good in the HOOD. Here we are thriving Michael is absolutely carrying the team. So while the challenge was popping off Sluggy approached me asking if I was in any alliance, I high key avoided the question and just said who im trying to trust, and HIGH KEY dropped hints that dean wasn’t one of those people. He start saying if we should make an alliance chat, I was elated by the idea and smiles were HAD. The alliance included Myself, Sluggy, Michael and Jacob which is everyone expect Dean and Stephan. This is the exact same as the other alliance chat but without Stephan and Sluggy in his place! I like Stephan tho, so I went and dibba dobbed on sludgy real quick, like a speed demon u could say. Sluggy was out here trying to make ME make the alliance chat, like no thank u that can be UR job I need to tell people I was DRAGGED into it so I CANT make it SORRY. Anywho he made it. So we accidentally LOST the challenge, and much to my SURPRISE due to my lovely CONNECTIONS with these lovely people! I wasn’t targeted at all even tho I sat out and went clubbing. Yee haw, I exclaimed out of excitement. My target is Dean going into this tribal. A.) he seemed really arrogant and annoying during the music video round. b.) his video submission gave me NIGHTMARES now I can’t even hug my pillow without feeling UNSAFE and C.) we dont talk. So ooop here come the kiddies lining up in formation asking what we should do for the vote. Ooo I want to vote Dean but I simply never say it because im not a GOOSE well I try not to be a GOOSE. I say how I feel good with … but never include dean, I then wait for them to say anything negative about dean and oops I agree real quick and keep the convo focused on dean. People were talking in a alliance chats but I was highkey ignoring them because I COULDNT BE BOTHERED I talked to everyone in pm’s tho, love that for me. So Michael is over here being everyones friend so I threw him just a BIT under the bus for a later date. Like I built the ramp and the final destination is under the bus but we aint gonna push him yet. ANYWAY Dean went home yay he will be missed just not by me.

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survivorcostarica · 6 years

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Ep. 1 - “Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on...” - Randy

i cant see pls send imitrex

i have a crush on cole, i'm in this game and virgin islands with him and i really like talking to him. he is really genuine and easy to talk to, i feel ridiculous for admitting this but this was the first thing i thought to confess about lol

I want to shoot myself in the fucking face what is my tribe?!

Cole is such a messy thot, Kevin is that but without being remotely good at the game, Arika and Julia are best friends IRL and 1000% will be working together. Louise is a fucking saint but that also terrifies me because I can't do shit against her without being a terrible person. At least Madison is really down to earth and chill even thought I've known her for two days and met her on Club Penguin. I don't know Bryce, Noah or the other one so they're 1000% my go to people right now.

Ohkay hi hi. My name is Bryan and I’m here to try and NOT flop at this game. Ok sooo. I’m looking at my tribe and i notice. My best friend Madison is here. Just kidding i HATE her. Or at least that’s what i will want people to think so we aren’t targeted for our friendship or whatever cuz we had BEEF in our last game. Um. Josh is also here. I was in another game with him but i didn’t really get to talk to him that much. Other than that cole and Kevin seem nice enough and are talkative so that’s good. I guess I’ll just be able to talk more with other people later.

Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on in an ORG you were last minute filled into. I literally hate this whole tribe so much, and I'm going into this game with the mindset that we are losing every single immunity and reward. When I saw the first three cast reveal posts i prayed i wasnt on the orange tribe. i actually believed and god, and asked him for forgiveness for all the sins ive committed and pleaded my case to on why i shouldnt be on this tribe. but, alas here i am. so its time to play i guess I'm not good with social game, and thats why i usually fail at survivor. I always have a good first few days, but then its just me being inactive and skirmming my way until my inevitable premerge eviction. But in this game im literally going to pull all the stops i can. I will start to set up my reputation as a good survivor player. And it starts here. Even if nobody pms me I will take this game by storm. Meaning right now its getting good with the influential such as Jay and Drew. They have a few buds on the other tribe, and working with them can only help me when we hit merge. i'm also going to keep Chrissa tight because she is just such a good ally, but its also going to be hard to protect her as she is such a shit competitor. But thats all plans let me talk about to cast Cameron: Love cameron our last org played together we made final 3, and he asked me to cut him. I will keep him under my sphere of influence especially since he said he isnt familiar with this group of players Chrissa: I also love chrissa. She can be a little annoying sometimes, but she always has good intentions. She is fiercely loyal, and thats something great to have in an ally because numbers are more important in survivor than big brother Constance: I don't like him. I want nothing to do with him. The closest association I ever had with constance was us two being on the same cast reveal post. And I'm far more than content with that interaction. He's from facebook, and that means he is going to stir the pot when there isn't any stirring necessary. He is going to make a move just to make a move, and if I cut him earlier the better. But if I can work with him, and test and experience how he plays this game. I do think it would be more entertaining Drew: I have good relations with him but really havent played an org with him. I have no intentions on backstabbing him especially in this cast. I do think he will either slide into the shadows, or emerge as the person calling the shots for this tribe. Jay: Same as Drew tbh. They're together as a duo, so anything one does the other will follow. I'm not going to beef with him Jill: I haven't met Jill before this. but she is the driest person i have pm'd in a while. Me and her are having forced small talk, but i dont want to lose connections with her yet. I'm hoping she isnt well liked or well received so she can leave. Reagan: Me and her have butted heads so many times in vls. If you wanted a fight. Its going to be between me and her i bet your hat. Sam: I dont know if he's a newbie or from a community. But me and him kicked things off really well, and I'm feeling natural chemistry with him. I'll keep him near my sphere of influence for sure. Roxy: Going against Roxy is such a stupid move. Because she's just going to waste her whole entire game trying to vote you off. She gets really bitter easily, and i dont know what the hell she's saying half of the time. I dont understand her game or her mouth so im just gonna let her be...

[12:25:40 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: dam stop tryna out do my intro do I have to add my likes too? tch [12:25:48 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I like big BUTTS and I cannot lie [12:25:53 PM] Chrissa Bullard: lol [12:26:54 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: okay Ill admit idc about the size of your butt [12:27:01 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: even if you have a small butt id still potentially like u [12:27:12 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: but yall are gay so like what can a straight gal like me do [12:27:29 PM] Chrissa Bullard: hello sam and roxy with her butt equality [12:29:22 PM] Jill: if u wanna be my friend add me and SAY hey bc i forget to add people [12:29:53 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and I say HEY what a wonderful kinda day [12:29:54 PM] Jill: also msg me ur pronouns thanks [12:29:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: you can learn and work and play [12:30:26 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: my pronouns are "my lord" and "your highness" [12:30:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I said I was a she cause dan didn't take me seriously even tho imma hella serious [12:30:52 PM] Cameron Bee-Culpepper (Atomic Admin): my pronouns are he/they and they are actually serious :) [12:31:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: oi how dare you say I aint serious [12:31:36 PM] Chrissa Bullard: your highness is serious do not get my lords pronouns wrong :P [12:31:41 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: :/ I'm the lord and the queen roxy herself [12:31:42 PM] Chrissa Bullard: seriously though [12:31:47 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: of course my pronoun is your highness [12:31:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: thank you ! see? chrissa gets it! [12:32:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: look I even have a crown as proof [12:32:07 PM] Chrissa Bullard: true [12:32:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i trans-itioned from being a commoner to being a queen [12:32:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: also if i don't pm you its cause i avoid social interactions at all times [12:33:00 PM] Chrissa Bullard: a mood [12:33:05 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and i haven't left my house in 9 days [12:33:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: apart from an hour once to go to the gym [12:33:17 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i haven't recovered since i take medicine. its called coffee. it helps releave the symptoms of being dead inside

My tribe is probably going to be useless. Which means that we have to turn it OUT for immunity. Randy, Roxy and I are all attempting to make flags. I have faith in Randy's abilities... roxy, not so much. But she does have a good artistic ability, so I hope she turns it out for this. We can hope. We can hope.

Blah blah blah. Confessional confessional. The immunity comp is a flag making competition. Which means i can’t really participate. The one we have so far tho is super cute!! There’s a Julia on our tribe. I have to start learning people’s names. Ugh. Too much work.

I think like our tribe will win immunity, looking at cadejo’s scores, they seem like flops I mean that tribe is super ugly so ya know… cute is gonna devour gorgeous. Anyways Anthony is doing great at the flag I gave him the ideas, he executed them for me so everyone is great. Also i got this red KEY

I really don't like my tribe but I think I like the other tribe even less just from the few people I've encountered before or at the very least heard about. If anything though that's great for me because I have all of two or three people I remotely care about so I have no issues with taking people out.

RANDY'S FLAG LOOKS TERRIBLE! but we're going with that one anyway!!! even though its literally furry meme nonsense!!! so i hope to god i dont get targetted when we lose bc i made an effort not to be a grumpy ass beyotch!

ummm roxy said she and sam wanna align with me!! it's so early!!! I may work with Reagan bc we worked together previously I think!! Everyone else seems fine. I'm gunna msg drew and everyone else tomorrow or later and say hey I've been napping!!! Go team

I honestly think im going because peop le don't tell me anything I'm scared

[3/28/18, 1:55:57 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): "I love y-...ughch..." [3/28/18, 1:56:05 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): Cameron 2k18 im just gonna put this here ;)

Anyway. Here's some tea. Roxy thinks I talk too much about being in the hospital. Sorry sweaty, I'm disabled, I'm gonna be in the hospital. And I have the right to talk about whatever I want. ANYWAY, Constance, the literal loml, gave me this tea so that's great. I LOVE HIM. So we made an alliance of me and drew, because drew has a "bad reputation" (sweetie, you were the one making tasteless comments night one, let's not get it twisted here!!) We talk a bunch, we have good laughs, and we head to bed. I went into this round wanting to target Roxy anyway, but she just went painted a bullseye on her back for me!

This first round felt so nostalgic to me, in the sense that being gone from these games for a while allowed me to step back and revitalize the way that I play games. In the beginning of the game, I felt an immediate connection with Cameron. He is someone who has a really nice, personable outlook as a person and I could see myself becoming really good allies and friends outside of this game. I also really enjoy Drew, Sam and Jill. Drew: I was excited to see him in this game because we just met a few days before the game started because he flirted with me a little and I thought he was a nice guy in general. I haven't had the chance of getting to know him all that well yet, though he stated to me that he will not write my name down throughout the game when we were first added to the tribe, so I hope that stays as promised. Sam: We both come from the same community but we both individually transferred to Tumblr at different points in time. I don't know him well enough to say he could be someone I stay with for the long run, but I have had a few calls with him and he seems pretty straightforward about what he wants in this game and where he wants to go. I'll leave it at that for now. Jill: She is literally everything that is me. "I'm going to see my sugar daddy," "I am eating a whole barbecque chicken pizza to myself," "I need money" I LOVE THIS CHICK! We need to align and become friends for sure because I can't see myself without her! One smaller relationship I have is with Chrissa and that will require some work on my part, both game wise and friend wise included. We had a rough past on a personal note but we are working our ways around it to become friends again on a personal level, not even on a game level. I feel like if Chrissa is able to handle herself in this game with me the way she did in Arrakis ages ago, she should be good to go with me! The people I really don't talk with or connect with right now are Jay, Roxy, Randy and Regan. - Jay just hasn't spoken a lot, but that may be subject to change? - Regan has this huge negative perception that everyone has given about her and I'm honestly not about holding past games or whatnot against anyone. If she is as crazy or as ballistic as people say she is then that will happen on it's own accord. - Randy is..Randy. I'm not really putting a whole lot here. He comes off extremely weird to me and I'm not feeling it. - Roxy and Randy both share the same trait they don't mind expressing: their messy players. I'm not one to want to play with people who are going to knowingly make things difficult for me in this game moving forward. I feel like getting out people who tend to be wildcards for my individual game will boost my ability to better know the personalities I surround myself with. Intended Target: Roxy Reason: I had a call with Sam and discussed some feelings about the challenge for the flag that had taken place. In my individual opinion, expressing the idea of putting in effort for a challenge and then doing the opposite of what you said you would do, shows a false sense of sportsmanship and that bothers me. Roxy said she would make a temporary flag as a concept, but never did and constantly said "I'm lazy, so I don't want to do it." Adding on to the reason above, I was asked if I wanted to be added to a call with Sam by Roxy as they were both speaking with each other and I said I wouldn't mind joining. We both tried asking Roxy about potential ideas for the vote off and Roxy made it clear that Regan would be too easy to get rid of. Then came the critical point of the conversation where Roxy would bring up Cameron and Drew's names, stating that Drew apparently has a bad or weird reputation in the Tumblr community of games, but this is COSTA RICA not any other game. She also stated in regards to Cameron word for word that, "I just think Cameron talks about themselves too much in the main chat, and that brings people to feel for them more, and that makes them look bad" and this was in relation to when Cameron stated he was in the hospital. I found that to be extremely bothersome because otherwise, Cameron has never talked about himself constantly or anything like that. My intentions are to pull myself, Drew, Cameron, Jill, Sam and Jay to vote out Roxy. I started the idea when I asked Sam on call blatantly and he agreed and I calmly took it by step. That's all I have folks! I hope this works out and if for some odd reason I go home first, well then it was fun while it lasted!

Okay so I need to catch yall up on how shit can turn into bliss SO reward I literally ate shit in. i scored to lowest out of everybody in the whole cast. Making myself inferior to competition flops like Chrissa. So that wasnt really well. However my soccial game has been stepping up. Even though im lacking a little bit in the pm part of my game. I have been having good chemistry with literally everybody in the tribe chat. I have also led us in the flag immunity. So me and Cameron made a flag. And the tribe had to pick which one, and it was pretty set even. I do think the end result wouldve been the same but it was nice to see people on my side and supporting me. So then we lose the tribal flag, and im literally yeeted away from the tribe. Which is really good since with this tribal vote i wouldve been thrown under the bus. allegedely roxy has been throwing names around, and had i stayed in the tribe it might of been my name that was thrown around since it was my flag that lost. so im happy to avoid the drama of the first vote. but now that people have bonded since roxy's polarization im starting to become more outcasted. I just need go stronger for immunities and amp up my social game even more. Since ive been to the other tribe I have a feeling on whats happening. Cole is aligned with all them bitches. Literally Madison Louise are people he's played with before, and when we talked in pms he said this tribe is full of his friends. He is very safe in his tribe which is really nice. Since the League of Gays need to work together at the merge : ~)

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