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grxndprix · 11 months

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Hey gorgeous! I love your writing! Its beautiful <3

I wanna request something like apologetic noncon? Like yan! Doesn't think its ok but still does it, whispering sorry to the reader, telling them that they're sorry for doing this but it's for their own good!

Would love it more if it includes a bit of breeding kink! Please write one on either Yuji or Yuta from jjk! I think they'll be like the that!

Lots of love♥️

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘰𝘬𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦/𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘨?, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

Snowflakes painted flourishing kisses to the Tokyo streets. White specks of the substance coated all pavement and surface, and wandering eyes remained fixated on the sight. Winter days always felt so— Right. Like not a single thing was wrong about it, everything was just perfect.

Such is the rapt glaze to [name]’s eyes. She was beautiful in every way imaginable — From the way her varsity jacket was much too big for her figure, to the scrunching of her nose at the bitter cold, to the little shivers of her body — She was the walking personification of what Ananke stood for. Temptation incarnate.

The girl’s long lashes blinked languidly up at the building in front of her. She wan’t sure whether or not to head in, especially since the neighborhood was a bit shady— But the cold was too much, her nose was turning pinkish, and yet her nerves still stopped her from taking another step. She didn’t want to see him right now.

‘Him’, pertaining to the boy she liked for about two years in high school. This was his apartment complex, she knew that, but he was also the only person she knew in this area of Tokyo. Surely he would let her crash for a bit, at least until she could call someone for a ride, right? From what she recalled, the boy was kindhearted and always willing to help, as much as she hated to ask in the first place.

[name]’s fingers brushed stray strands of hair away from her face, pushing her bangs back as well — White sneakers stepping into the lobby, already making it into the elevator before she even registered the decision. Her eyes trailed up to look at the floors passing by, unsure whether she’d chosen the right number or not.

She leaned back on her heels, puffing out a cold breath of air. Even inside the building, her breath still slightly froze over. She prayed the man’s apartment would be nice and toasty.

Another breath and the elevator dinged to signal her destination. She stepped out onto the floor, immediately warming up. Her body felt the hot air from the heaters all around the walls, fingers less numb, brain less foggy, and nose less stuffy. Her eyes didn’t feel like bags of weight either.

The floors were soft, red, velvet carpet. She observed a few of the paintings on either side of her, realizing her apartment wasn’t nearly as nice as this.

[name] vaguely recalled the correct apartment number, having come over to study a few times. Those were all fuzzy memories by now though. She was an adult that hadn’t seen him in 2 years — She didn’t like him like that anymore. The girl wouldn’t mind being friends, however, and that was the most probable outcome of the ordeal. Plus; she already fancied someone else. Her best friend (and roommate), Maki Zen’in — Honestly, [name] was completely enamored with her.

The girl ran a hand through her hair. A low buzzing started beneath her skin. Maybe it was the purple-ish ochre of the walls, but she’d come to realize how it smelled strangely of metal the closer she got to the room.

Pungent — And, addictive. She stopped in front of the door, momentarily allowing hesitation to stop her. But still, she knocked.

No answer besides the sound of things clattering inside.

She knocked again— And this time, the door swung open quicker than she could blink. Wintertime was odd, because for a moment, the boy’s eyes flickered with a burning bloodlust— Gone with a blink.

Okkotsu Yuuta was a kind man. His gunmetal blue hues flicked from her nose up to her eyes, but it hardly took a second for the brightest grin to light up on his face. His smile lines — and eyebags, she noted — crinkled upward, canines glinting under the overhanging lamp.

“[name]—?!” He sounded almost breathless, surprised, but most of all, happy to see her.

The fact that she’d never told him her name in highschool went right over her head. [name] mirrored his smile, pupils dilating at the sight. “Yuuta!” A chuckle slipped past her lips, pleased that he remembered her at all. Maybe, if fate would have it, they could really be friends.

“Ah— Please, please, come in! It’s freezing out in the hall— Man, they really should get heaters—” He offered with a chuckle of his own, noiret hair bouncing while leading her inside. His cheeks were decorated in a slight pink. She deduced it was from the cold.

They had settled on the couch — Fireplace burning, heater on, hot chocolate in their hands. [name] didn’t really want to leave at this point, it was too cozy. Like a fox to its burrow, an eagle to an aerie, something about this just felt so right. She ran a ringed hand through her hair, hoping she looked somewhat presentable.

She’d changed a lot since high school, and in the best way possible, she hoped he would see that.

“Awh, man, I really wasn’t expecting to see you today! N-Not that it’s a bad thing!” He was quick to correct, cheeks darkening pink again, “I just— I haven’t seen you since our senior year, so this was a really nice surprise…” The man rubbed his nape, laughing airily. [name] noticed how even if his mannerisms hadn’t changed, he looked a lot more— Well, different. His hair was less ragged and way better kept. He had a very lean physique, visible despite his oversized clothing. His gaze was a bit sharper now, and his voice—

Overall, he had changed quite a bit. [name] wondered if he noticed the little things about her too.

“No, it’s okay sweetie!” She held back a laugh at his flustered expression, “I was originally going to stay in the lobby to call a friend, but it was too cold down there— And, ah, I remembered coming here to study a few times, so yeah! I really hope I’m not imposing.” It was [name]’s turn to look bashful, eyes averted to the table.

“Don’t even worry about it! I’m happy you’re here, it’s a chance for us to catch up, y’know?” That same kind tone, that same raspiness and gentleness — Yuuta hadn’t changed that much, she supposed. He was still that same shy, soft-spoken guy he’d always been. It was endearing in its own way.

A sip of her hot cocoa, “You’re right… How’ve you been, then? Like you said, it’s been a while.”

Yuuta hummed, sipping at his drink as well. “Well… I’ve been pretty good all in all. Being a sorcerer is a lot of work, so I still have a bunch of missions but besides that, I’d say I’m living a pretty laidback lifestyle right now.” He smiled earnestly, “What about you, sweetheart?”

The petname would’ve garnered the same reaction from her if she hadn’t seen the way his eyes flicked down to rake her figure, then back up in a blink once more. Her hands absentmindedly tugged the coat tighter around herself, willing her mind to remember his kindness and hospitality. Self-conscious — She was imagining things. “Honestly, same for me. I’ve been holding up alright after quitting the whole sorcerer thing— I’m glad it’s going well for you though! My part-time job’s really fun, and a lot less, well y’know, life-threatening.”

She emphasized her words with finger quotations, earning a laugh from the man next to her. She didn’t catch the way he watched her lips wrap around the edge of the mug with the focus of a man releasing his arrow. [name]’s tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and Yuuta’s smile illusioned straining.

As their conversation continued, the banter grew more and more light-hearted. It sounded like they were long-time friends rather than just-meeting-again acquaintances. The girl would laugh at the boy’s little jokes or comments, and he would smile at each and every word out of her mouth.

Things were winding down, clock ticking faintly in the background. The fireplace was still crackling with newfound energy, and 3:26 A.M. flashed along [name]’s phone screen. Her body felt light, that low buzz from before returning tenfold, movements sluggish and less thought behind them. A little height to her psyche.

Yuuta picked up on every little twitch and movement of her figure, every single word out of her lips, every little reaction she had to offer. It was almost ritualistic — [name] would yawn, or sigh, or laugh, and Yuuta would blush, or giggle to himself, or grab a pillow to put on his lap.

3:27 A.M. She should’ve been home hours ago. She can imagine Maki’s terror to coming home to an empty apartment, completely barren— Oh, right. She was supposed to get groceries for the two of them.

[name] hadn’t even realized how close Yuuta was by now. His arm was slung over the rear of the couch, fingers ghosting along her back at times. His breath painted butterflies along her neck every now and then, eliciting shivers and another tug of her jacket. Tighter just wasn’t tight enough.

The girl stretched her arms out in front of her, ignoring the way they trembled just slightly. She made a move to stand with confidence akin to a mortal in front of deities. “Well… I hate to cut this off right now, but I really should get going… My roommate is probably waiting for me back home.” She didn’t look him directly in the eyes— Couldn’t.

Yuuta hardly wasted a beat before standing up too, hand casual in its place around her waist. “Oh, are you sure? It’s really late, sweetheart… Don’t wanna wait until morning or something?” His eyes innocuous and slightly off-putting as he tilted his head, [name]’s trepidation blossomed into something worse. She waved him off, subtly realizing her movement to get out of his hold didn’t do anything.

“Nah, it’s fine! Like I said, I don’t wanna worry my roommate… Thanks so much for letting me stay over hon’, this was really fun.” [name] reached for her phone, ready to call Maki now that she had WiFi— Only to find that her phone… wasn’t… on the table.

Huh.

A pair of hands gently guided her waist to sit back down, a bit too close to his own frame, she realized. Silence settled over the pair — But something else settled in her stomach too. Pit-like, heavy, dread.

One of those hands rubbed circles on her thigh, the other still slung around her hip and under her jacket. It was intimate. Too intimate. Black hair and gunmetal eyes, soft pink lips — Proximity closing in, she felt her breath hitch. The sluggish drive beneath her movements was getting worse, eyes blinking languidly. She was losing herself.

“Y’know…” He began, “Being a Jujutsu sorcerer’s helped me keep some discipline. I think I’ve subconsciously created some rules for myself, and it’s a ton of use, honestly.” Yuuta rested his chin on her shoulder, gentle smile transforming into something more sinister.

[name] felt her body shiver under his ministrations, only nodding so everything would end faster. He would stop talking, let her go, and she’d hopefully never have to see him again—

“Rule number one, and this is the one that’s saved me a bunch,” There was an odd glint in his eye as he sat up straight again, grabbing her mug of hot chocolate to drop it on the floor. She flinched at the sound of it shattering, hand instinctively reaching out to grab it— But it slipped right through her fingers.

It felt like time stopped when the liquid, previously in the mug, shrivelled up and morphed into some kind of powdery substance.

“Never drink anything you didn’t make yourself.”

Yuuta’s eyes flashed a brief electric blue, just before his hands found purchase on [name]’s wrists. The couch creaked under their weight as she cried out in the spur of the moment, a cracked whimper that hardly made it past her lips.

Everything blurred together. He had wrangled her into the perfect position, carrying her over to his room and tossing her onto the bed. Hardly another second, and he was on top of her once again, wrists pinned above her head. Yuuta’s bangs mingled with hers when he leaned down to press their lips together, tongue easily slipping into her mouth.

The headboard groaned with their movements. Sighing quietly to himself, his face decorated in cupid blush — He pulled back from the kiss to pepper the rest of her face, wet with tears, in more gentle adorations. “Ah, ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry sweetheart—” He mumbled over and over again, way too high on the feel of her to really process much else.

In her drunken stupor, [name]’s body couldn’t do much to stop him. It seemed only her lips were working their purpose, spouting pleas for him to “Stop, please, just stop—”, to no avail.

She felt her jacket get slipped off her shoulders, even more panic aroused within her now. In a matter of seconds, all clothing covering her top half had been discarded among the floor. Yuuta’s hands found purchase on her breasts, kneading them under his fingers and pinching the pebbled nipples as his lips went further down her torso.

Teeth bit into her collarbones, neck, tits, stomach — Eventually reaching her sweatpants as well. The girl hadn’t stopped pleading for one second, weakly tugging at his hair to stop him, but it only earned a satisfied groan from the boy.

His canines tugged at the hem of her bottoms, eventually working them down so he had a fresh view of her pretty panties. He couldn’t hold back another low groan, it coming out as more of a whimper if anything. The guilt was eating him up inside, but he had to do this. For [name]’s own sake.

Yuuta dragged a slow finger through her clothed folds, relishing in the jerk it earned from her body. He tugged the panties down, finally, and wasted no time in latching onto her clit with his mouth. The whimper that followed was less quiet now, moreso delighted as he licked up every last drop from her folds. It didn’t matter how much she was squirming, his strong hands held her thighs firmly in place.

He worked his expert tongue along her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole — But it wasn’t long before his fingers worked their way inside instead. Two fingers scissored her apart, gasps and cries filling the room at the utter pain that didn’t evolve into pleasure. Her body wouldn’t move an inch, trembling under all the stress but unable to fight back at all.

After the third finger was added, and he was sure she was all ready, Yuuta pressed her thighs to her chest, releasing his cock from its restraints with a low hiss. Apologies were already bubbling on his tongue, dragging the tip through her dripping folds with satisfying ease. [name] couldn’t help it — She was sobbing by now, begging him to stop, that if he quit it right now and let her go, maybe they could forget about this—

But he was already pushing into her, a string of curses leaving his swollen and puffy lips. His eyes were bright and electric-kept, cheeks ever so bright pink. Hardly a second of still hips before he was rolling into her in quick and harsh thrusts, bed shaking with the force. “Shh— Please, please— I’m sorry, ‘m so, so sorry sweetheart— You’ll understand later, you’ll get it, I promise—”

There were a number of things he said that rendered [name] speechless every time, that low buzz in her skin growing into white noise — It blocked everything else out of her ears.

“Been— Fuck— Been watching you since h-high school— Ngh—” He pointed his thrusts even deeper, canines digging into his bottom lip. “Noticed how b-beautiful you were, but you always— covered yourself up around me. Tugged your— Your sleeves down, sucked in your stomach— It always had me so confused– Haah, fuck,” He cut himself off with another sharp thrust, whimpering again when her pussy unconsciously clenched around him.

“You’re beautiful, [name]. Why don’t you— See that, h-huh? This was the only way to make you see it, to help you understand just how—” He rolled his hips up to meet hers, leaning down to lock eyes with her own as well. “F-Fucking perfect you are. ‘M sorry, so sorry it had to be like this, but it’s okay. We have all the time in the world.”

Yuuta’s words were a perfect dissonant harmony to [name]’s whines and pleads, trying to tune out anything he said. His pace grew sloppy as his hips stuttered, climax nearing. The girl’s eyes widened in pure, utter terror.

“Once I give you a child, y-you’ll learn how to love yourself along with them.” His words were final, despite how her eyes had widened to the size of saucers. Pace increasing drastically, earning high-keening whimpers from [name], Yuuta finally shot ropes of white into her walls, coating it in such heavy amounts of the thick liquid it started to seep out of her cunt.

Heavy breathing rang out in the room, painting it in a cacophony of blissful tears. The girl’s face was decorated in sweat, tears, and some of her hair stuck to her cheeks. Her bare chest heaved up and down, eyes shut tight as she wouldn’t dare meet Yuuta’s gaze. Not in a million goddamn years.

The boy ran a hand through his hair, not bothering to pull out as he laid next to her. She couldn’t move anyway, so he just pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head. [name]’s eyes were dulled over, lips quivering as tears still poured forth, as if she was still processing the entire thing.

He’d thought that once it was over, he might need to cry everything out, not even be able to go forward with his plan out of pure remorse, but, — In the aftermath of it all, he felt every ounce of guilt wash away.

Love has its sacrifices. Some people are just willing to give up more than others.

𝘱𝘭𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

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sunflowersandsapphires · 5 months

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If the Sun Starts Setting

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 7

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: Swearing, family drama, characters celebrating Christmas, mom with terminal illness, crying mentions

a/n: Sorry to post this so late everyone! I have had the WORST brain fog today. I hope you enjoy! As always, comments and reblogs fuel me!

After just one semester of law school, the drive between suburban Connecticut and the Columbia campus was one you were becoming well-acquainted with. It wasn’t unbearably long, nor flooded with traffic on a dark Sunday evening. Headlights of oncoming vehicles painted swatches of light against the navy sky, a semi-urban work of art unlike anything you’d enjoyed before. Usually, it was a sight you took the time to admire. However, this particular evening you were unable to focus on anything but the tinny voice bubbling out of your phone’s speaker.

Gritting your teeth and rolling your eyes to the heavens, you cursed the universe for a moment, tuning out the man on the other end of the line while you did so.

The sharp call of your name across the speakers regained your attention. ”Are you listening to me?“

Your father's inflection was grating on the best days. After three weeks spent waiting on him and your two ungrateful siblings while they preached about the importance of family during the holidays, you were ready to scream with every word he spat at you. The two hour drive back to campus was supposed to be the growing light at the end of the tunnel. Instead, you'd spent the last third of it arguing with your father about healthcare charges.

”Yes, I'm listening.“ ‘Unlike some of us’, you thought to yourself. ”As I said, that charge was for her brief hospital stay over Thanksgiving. I've already paid it and it might take a week or two to reflect—“

”This is a debt collection notice, hun. That means they didn't receive the payment yet. Which means they'll be coming after me when your mom inevitably cannot pay.“

Contemplating banging your head against your steering wheel just to remove the memory of this conversation, a flash of movement across the parking lot caught your eye. Expression softening, you almost sobbed in relief when you caught the two beaming expressions of your friends waving from the exterior door. Unfortunately, your father wasn't quite done arguing with you.

”Dad, I understand you don't want to be on the hook for this—“ ‘Not like you would be anyway.’

”I most certainly do not.“ He interrupted. Once again ignoring his rambling, you snatched your backpack and exited your car, slamming the door with a bit more force than usual.

”Dad, just forget about it, ok? I'll deal with it, just—“

”Well, clearly you won't deal with it in a timely fashion, which is why I'm calling...“ ‘Was he trying to kill you? It sure felt like it.’

”Ok, well I just got back to school so I need to go now.“ You tried to nudge him into polite farewells as you practically sprinted across the pavement towards your friends. As expected, he didn't take kindly to being rushed off the phone.

”Of course you do,“ He laughed incredulously. ”You know, this is your mother's livelihood we are discussing. It wouldn't kill you to be a bit more compassionate.“ ‘You're one to talk asshole.’

”You're right. I'll try to work on that this semester,“ You remarked drily. ”Gonna go inside now. Bye.“

Not bothering to listen to the screaming that answered your callous goodbye, you hung up, breaking into a strained smile as you greeted your boys. ”Why hello there, strangers.“

As if he didn't just witness you walk literally and figuratively closer to a breakdown, Foggy squealed, nearly taking you to the pavement in a tackling hug. “Welcome back, bug!”

“Christ, Fog, you're gonna crush her.” Matt laughed, hearing you grunt as you fumbled to stay upright with Foggy coiled around you like a boa constrictor.

“I missed you too, Fog.” You murmured, tears welling in your eyes at the sensation of being embraced.

You had missed them. Deeply and almost pathetically. After an entire semester at each other's sides, the few weeks in your hometown for Christmas had felt like an eternity.

After Matt and Foggy had been struck with the campus flu, the rest of the semester passed in a whirlwind. The two clingy boys had unsurprisingly infected you, meaning you were unfortunately sick for Thanksgiving and had to remain on campus to avoid passing the virus on to your immunosuppressed mother. Matt had been incredibly apologetic, and plagued with his typical Catholic guilt, so he'd stayed with you while Foggy returned to Hell's Kitchen for Turkey Day.

The next few weeks were spent cramming for finals and, eventually, celebrating the end of your first semester at Columbia—which you had all, amazingly, passed. Leaving for the lengthier winter break had been an abrupt end to the joy you felt over your grades, however.

You returned to New Haven a day earlier than expected to sit in the local hospital's oncology ward with your mother. While you were ill over Thanksgiving, she'd had a recurrence of stage 3 pancreatic cancer, which meant more frequent trips to see her doctor as well as numerous bills that neither of you could afford. Because of her declining health, your father and siblings had come to Connecticut for Christmas. The extra company meant that your holidays–which were meant to be a time for recuperation following a strenuous first semester–had been frustrating to the point of tears. Which, embarrassingly enough, Matt had been burdened with when you called him to complain.

The two of you called multiple times a week, exchanging stories and annoyances just like you did when you were living within a few blocks from each other. But it didn't stop you from missing him and Foggy fiercely for 24 excruciating days.

Swallowing a lump of pent up emotion, you huffed out a shaky exhale, your breath clouding in the frigid winter air. “Ok, Fog. You know I love you, but it's cold as fuck out here.”

“Right! Sorry.” Foggy withdrew from the embrace, blushing furiously as he scratched at the back of his neck.

Immediately replacing Foggy in front of you, Matt took a chance to hug you quickly before pulling you inside. “Glad you're finally here, I thought Nelson here was going to combust.”

Letting Matt usher you inside, you heard Foggy's baffled scoff. “Do I look like a patient man to you, Murdock?”

Matt smirked, “How would I know?”

You and Foggy both groaned loudly, looking to each other for support as Matt cackled. “C'mon, you set that one up perfectly. What's a guy to do?”

“You should've heard him over break, bug. He was driving my poor mother towards a stroke, I swear.” Foggy shook his head in feigned irritation.

“Oh please, she loved me.” Matt shoved his roommate, nearly bowling the three of you down the staircase as you trudged toward their room.

“I bet she did.” You snorted, “You probably dialed the charm up to 11.”

“Try 15.” Foggy remarked, unlocking the door and shoving it open.

Ignoring the jab, Matt held out a hand for your bag, allowing you to slip out of your coat and shoes.

“Who were you on the phone with?” His question was meant to open the can of worms in a structured way, rather than answer his own burning question. He’d bet dollars to donuts that it was–

“My father.” Came your fatigued response, confirming his suspicions. Your words were tinged with a bitterness that he’d expected, but they held a deeper upset thinly veiled by your exhaustion.

“Is everything ok?” Foggy asked quietly, his brow pinching with worry as he studied the bags under your eyes. The blond was less informed on the hell you’d been put through over the last month or so, only picking up bits and pieces if Matt relayed them.

With a groan, you collapsed unceremoniously onto Matt’s bed beside him, leaning heavily into him as one of his arms fell across your shoulders. “Of course, it’s just…it wasn’t the pleasant send off I was hoping for.”

Your pulse jumped when you spoke, steadying out as you reached the end of your sentence. Matt already knew that things weren’t “ok” with your mom or your home life in general, but he blinked in surprise to hear the disappointment that coated your words as you referenced your father’s curt goodbye. Making a note to bring that up when you seemed more inclined to be vulnerable, he rubbed a palm over your arm in a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish it had been better.”

Huffing a tiny laugh, you let your head fall against his shoulder. “Me too. How were your holidays?”

“Pleasant.” Matt murmured at the same time Foggy clapped his hands together.

“Fantastic! I forced Matt to watch all of the Star Wars movies with me and we ate our weight in cookies.” The long-haired boy explained with genuine enthusiasm. As he began to recount the escapades from the annual Nelson holiday party, your eyes flicked upwards to look at Matt, whose arm was still moving slowly across your shoulder and back as he caressed your sleeve. His eyes were trained forward, but a muscle in his jaw twitched as you focused on him, so you had a sneaking suspicion that neither of you were listening to Foggy’s story. You’d forgotten how well he could read you, until he gave you the option to pretend everything was fine with your dad.

He knew it wasn’t, and you did too. And maybe shoving that shit deep down and pretending it didn’t exist wasn’t a healthy way of handling it, but if you met Foggy’s worried gaze right now it would make you cry, which you were not prepared for. So, whether it was a wonderful coincidence or Matt could truly read you like a picture book, you were thankful for his deflection.

Smiling softly, you looked back to Foggy, listening to him talk about his drunk aunts fawning over Matt and feeling the thick tension bleed out of your shoulders.

Eventually, Foggy took a deep breath, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Woah, head rush!”

Matt chuckled, “You didn’t even stand up, buddy. You ok over there?”

“Yah, I’m fine! Just excited!” Foggy waved a hand, unfazed.

“And I can’t wait to hear about everything, Fog. But maybe we should take a break for presents?”

“Presents?” Foggy’s eyes widened along with his grin, his behavior as animated as a child’s at the mention of gifts. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

You laughed, prying yourself out of Matt’s secure grip and opening your bag. Tossing two wrapped bundles across the room and onto Foggy’s bed, you set the other two in Matt’s lap.

“Merry Christmas, my lovely Musketeers!” You giggled as Foggy mime-fenced toward you. As soon as the blond was finished beating you in the imaginary sword fight, he eagerly tore into the glittery wrapping paper. Next to you, Matt looked much more apprehensive about the packages in his lap.

“Go on, Matty. Open them!” You encouraged, bumping his shoulder with your own.

“But we don’t have anything for you,” Matt’s lips curled into a pout, looking like a sulking kitten as he trailed a single finger along the crisp edge of the parcel nearest to his hand.

You rolled your eyes fondly. The poor kid had a strong enough sense of justice for the whole campus. ”Matty, we're in college. And I'm the only one with a job. I didn't expect you to get me anything.“

”But—“ Matt argued, but you cut him off with a laugh.

”No more buts! I got these presents for you because I wanted to, not because I thought I’d receive something in return. Please open them?“ Though he couldn't see your face, you batted your lashes and widened your eyes, hoping he could sense the pleading expression.

With a frown, he nodded once, carefully peeling the tape from the paper as if the task required surgical precision. Grinding his teeth as the paper crinkled raucously, he slid the first gift out of its casing carefully, as if he was expecting it to shock him if he moved too quickly. Withdrawing a lump of the softest material he'd ever felt, he ran a thumb over it, trying to decipher what it was. The strip of wool was composed of thick braided stitches, promising to retain warmth in even the most bitter winter weather.

”A scarf?“ He asked, his lips pursed into a small, surprised oval. A rosy blush dusted the tops of his cheeks.

”Yes! I made one for you and one for Foggy. Except yours is a deep red and his is orange.” You spoke softly, smiling over to where the longer-haired boy was wrapping the length of yarn around his neck triumphantly.

“Our favorite colors.” Matt murmured, his fingers still tracing the fuzzy stitching. “You remembered?“

”Of course I did, trouble. That's important information. I'd be a fool to let it slip through the cracks.“ You hoped the joke would make him laugh, but he continued to stare blankly at the scarf as if it was an animal that had just died in his arms. ”If you don't like it, I can take it back, and donate it or something–“

”No!“ Matt looked up, horrified, clutching the scarf to his chest. ”No, I love it. I just...“

Turning his face back to his lap, he licked his lips before continuing. ”I've never gotten something like this before. I don't know what to say, is all.“

”No need to say anything, bub. I'm glad you like it.“ You rubbed your palm over his arm, mirroring his actions from just a moment ago.

Still focused on his own gifts, Foggy's excited screech startled both you and Matt. ”NO WAY!“

Turning to you with a dropped jaw, Foggy shook his head. ”There is no way you got this.“

”What is it, buddy?“ Matt asked, his lips curled into a soft smile as he heard Foggy open a hardcover book eagerly.

”A first edition of The Fellowship of the Ring!“ Foggy was practically giddy, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he rifled through the pages. ”How did you even get this?“

Grinning at him, you giggled. ”My mom has a friend with an extensive book collection and asked where we could find one. Turns out, the friend had one of her own and was willing to part with it for next to nothing. Guess she owed my mom a favor.”

Diving across the room to crush you in another hug, Foggy kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!”

Laughing brightly, you struggled to shove your friend off of you. When he was this worked up, Foggy had the tenacity of an overexcited golden retriever. As usual, Matt helped release you from his clutches. ”You're welcome, Fog. I wanted to get you a nice copy since you lost the one you brought to school.”

“I'd say you accomplished that, my lovely jitterbug.” Foggy ruffled your hair, retreating to his bed and launching himself onto the mattress–the rusted springs creaking in protest.

Giggling at him, you turned back to Matt. “Alright, Murdock. Your turn, again. After this, I promise never to put you through this torture again. Until next year.”

Matt groaned in response, snatching the second gift with more vigor. “Let's get this over with.”

Approaching the gift with the same systematic tactic as the first, he slid the paper off of the box without a single tear. Setting the wrapping aside, he opened the cardboard package and pulled out his real gift.

“Ok so, I'm not sure how helpful these will be,” You warned, fidgeting with your hands as he ran his fingers along the band connecting the ear pieces. “But, they're, um, noise-canceling headphones?”

Matt's breath caught in his throat. He was overwhelmed with guilt and affection and surprise at the present, all words of gratitude pulled back down to his vocal chords as he focused solely on not bursting into tears.

Over the past few weeks, the Nelsons had been kind enough to invite him to stay and celebrate with them. He was flattered, and so thankful, but he wasn't used to so many...people. During a few of your phone calls over the break, he'd mentioned that the excessive stimuli, mainly noise, had been getting to him and giving him headaches. And rather than chastising him for being ungrateful, you'd listened and sympathized with him over the phone, ultimately buying him a solution to the issue with your own money.

Sure, there was no guarantee that these would work for his heightened senses, but you didn't know that. And the idea that you were willing to go to such immense lengths to ensure his comfort...it was evidence of a love he hadn't experienced in a decade.

“Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” Your worried murmur broke his train of thought.

“No,” He choked out. ”No, they're perfect. So is the scarf. Thank you, bug.“

”Of course. Merry Christmas, Matt.“ You kissed his cheek gently and he felt a flush crawling up his neck. Wrapping an arm around you, he tucked you close to his chest, hand cradling the back of your neck.

”Merry Christmas, sweetheart.“

The two of you sat there in silence, holding each other close for a minute before your phone rang. Sighing deeply, you rested your head against Matt's shoulder as you fumbled for your phone. Thankfully, the screen displayed your mom's contact information, not your father.

“Sorry, trouble. I have to take this.“ You squeezed his arm, pulling out of his embrace and stretching as you stood. ”I'll be right back. Hopefully.“

Smiling at your near-groan, Matt jerked his chin towards the door. ”We'll be here.“

Slipping into the hallway, you lowered your voice. ”Hey mama, everything ok?“

”Hey baby, everything's fine, just had a couple questions for you about bills.“ Her sweet voice was strained and you could practically see her flicking her gaze to meet your father's, his metaphorical gun to her head as she made the call.

”Ok,“ You ground out, trying not to snap at her when she wasn't the reason you were frustrated. ”Um, what questions did you have?”

“You did pay the one from November?” She asked, predictably.

“I did. It'll reflect soon and Dad has nothing to worry about. The bill is attached to our names, not his. That's why Collections isn't writing to him.“ You explained as calmly as you could, knowing that she was aware of this already, but probably had you on speakerphone. ”Was that all?“

”Not exactly.“ Her tone shifted, pitching lower and sounding almost embarrassed. A crackle rippled over the line and suddenly your father's gruff voice replaced the one you adored.

“You need to come home next weekend to help your mom with the next round of billing. I've run out of time off and can no longer assist.” He commanded, the ‘compassion’ he held for her livelihood nowhere to be found.

‘Oh because you were so helpful this month when you were ordering us around.’ You griped internally. “What round of billing? The one from Thanksgiving–”

“Was four appointments ago. These things aren't free, you know. They’re wanting us to pay for them.”

Both you and your bank account were intimately familiar with the steep cost of her treatment. Inhaling deeply, you paced a few steps from Matt and Foggy's room. “I know they aren't free. We signed her up for a payment plan two weeks ago that offers a deferral–”

“She was denied.” His laconic answer made your spirits plummet as time came to a halt. Your pounding heart froze in place, dread creeping up your spine.

“What?” On the off chance that he was being unintentionally misleading, you needed to clarify.

Your mother's apologetic voice came over the line once again. ”I wasn't accepted into the financial assistance program, baby. But, it's ok! I can pick up more shifts–“

”No!” You exclaimed, the shrill edge of your cry echoing down the hallway. You tried again, digging your nails into the flesh of your palm as you fought to keep your voice steady.

“Don't...you don't need to do that mama. I don't want you to overwork yourself. I'll come home on Friday and we can talk about options, ok?“ You bargained, running through your work schedule in your head to create a plan.

”Are you sure, honey? Won't you be busy getting a head start on the semester?“

Blinking back tears at her obvious care for you, you cleared your throat before answering. “It’s alright, mama. It’s just syllabus week, I’m sure I’ll have time to come home and sort things out.”

“She’ll make time.” Your father’s promise was more for your mom than you, but it felt like a swift kick to the gut all the same.

Because you would make time. You had to. No one else would. You were your mom’s last line of defense. Prioritizing yourself and failing to be there for her wasn’t an option you had. The emotional burden you were carrying felt impossibly heavy, as if there was a line of anvils across your shoulders and chest, slowly forcing the oxygen out of your lungs until you perished.

“Of course I will. I’ll see you this weekend, mama. Love you.” You choked out, slapping a palm over your mouth before you broke.

“I love you too, baby. Have a good week at school!” You could picture her tired smile as she wished you a proper goodbye, the image cracking your composure.

You hung up before the first tear rolled down your cheek. Dropping your face into your hands, you bit your lip to stifle a sob, letting the tears flow silently instead. Falling back against the wall behind you, you let your legs give out as you collapsed to the disgusting dorm hallway carpet.

The blood rushing in your ears drowned out the noises drifting through the thin walls, an urge to scream churned in your chest. Ugly, rage filled sobs were barreling up your throat, desperately trying to claw their way out, to make your pain known. Hunching over your knees in a pitiful crouch, you shielded your face with your arms, preventing any passersby from seeing your much-needed meltdown.

Choking out a breath around another half-smothered sob, you nearly screamed when a warm hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up frantically, the outburst downgraded to a strangled whine when you saw Matt’s furrowed brow directed at you.

Wordlessly, he sank down beside you, opening his arms with a frown. Throwing yourself into his embrace, you couldn’t help the hideous sounds that escaped you as he enveloped you in his muscular arms with ease. Tucking your head under his chin, you shook violently against his chest as you bawled.

“I can’t do this, Matt. I can’t–” You gasped out, your breath stuttering as you wept forcefully into his shoulder.

Shushing you gently, he rubbed circles into your back with his large hand.

Whimpering at the touch, you wiped at your tear-streaked face furiously. “”I’m barely an adult. How am I supposed to do this?” Your voice shattered around the words, throat constricting with anguish.

“I don’t know,” Matt cooed, stroking a fresh pair of tears away from your skin with his thumbs. “But I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’ll get through it together.”

Burying your face into his neck miserably, you shuddered with distaste. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“You don’t have to ask.” He whispered gravely, pressing a kiss to your crown.

With that promise, your brain seemed to shut off. Your tears gradually slowed to a halt, leaving you dazed and exhausted in Matt’s lap. Heaving out a shaky exhale, you closed your eyes, letting his soft touches wash over you like the tides. Kissing your forehead tenderly, Matt cupped your cheek.

“Why don’t we go sit somewhere softer than this shitty floor, hmm?” His small question was meant to make you laugh, but your fatigue had chased away every other emotion.

Nodding softly, you let Matt pull you from the ground and back into his room, welcoming the darkness after the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hallway. Sliding off his glasses and placing them on his nightstand, he guided you to Foggy’s bed. The blond frowned at you, setting his book aside.

“You ok, bug?” He asked, sitting up to inspect your puffy eyes.

Shaking your head tiredly, you crawled onto his mattress and let him wrap you in a hug. Matt, with an impressive amount of agility, somehow leapt onto the bed behind you, snaking his arms around your middle so that you were sandwiched between him and his roommate. You listened to their steady breathing, letting the sound lull you into a more peaceful state of mind.

Tangling his fingers with yours, Matt’s lips scratched over the back of your head. “Fog, think you could read some of your book for us?”

“Uh, yah totally.” Foggy pouted, gaze still lingering on your drained face. “Let me just find my page.”

The combination of your worn-out consciousness and the comforting presence of your two best friends was dangerous. Your eyes fluttered shut and you could feel yourself drifting off.

As if reading your thoughts, Matt kissed your hair. “Go on, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

Squeezing his fingers, you stopped fighting the darkness pulling at the edges of your vision, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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murfpersonalblog · 3 months

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IWTV S2 Ep6 Musings: Loumand (Spoilers)

Armand stressed me TF out this episode; I can't believe they had me yelling at my favorite TVC book character this much on this dang show. But I still stand by what I said about him having good intentions--

--but by god does this man make the worst decisions for the best reasons.

FACTS, I can't stand modern art. The first vamp capitalist, faaaacts.

The first vamp pilot--Louis WANTS to fly now!? Or maybe it's just the Cloud Gift that freaks him out; a vampire taking him up without his control/consent?

I cannot BELIEVE they're banging in Armand's office right in front of that flimsy glass door--that's why the coven hated y'all. 🤦 Rubbing in their faces that Lou can do whatever--and whoever--he wants.

OF COURSE that mofo was gonna say No--DUH! Lou, Armand don't want Lestat's spawn, he wants Lestat's SEED, there's a DIFFERENCE. 😅

He. Didn't. NO. The attitude in Lou's neck rolls had me QUAKING. AMC is leaning IN to Armand withholding more than Lestat, jfc. 😬

It was NOT ok, Armand. That was your cue to be part of the family, and join Lou as he went to the IVF clinic to get his eggs fertilized with YOUR seed, MORON. 🤦 Y'all could've been the Le Russe/Romanus family! Now they'll always be Lioncourts! 😩 Alexa, play Rolling in the Deep, cuz they could've had it all! 😔🎵 🎶

☝️ SAY IT LOUDER! ☝️

Roleplay don't mean ISH outside the bedroom--just cuz Armand's a subby bottom don't mean he didn't hold ALL the power the whole time; eff what Lou said, asked or "ordered." I said back in S1: Les & Armand HUMOR Lou, and let him pretend to be in charge (X X). It's called POWER IMBALANCE.

It looks like childbirth gone wrong.

Lou going from battered wife depression in S1 to post-partum-depression in S2. 😔 So Loius tried to kill himself again? By bleeding out? Throwing up all the blood he drank from Madeleine. Dang.

What "you did to yourself" is a little inaccurate, considering it was YOUR insensitive words that triggered him and made him want to yeet himself into the sun! This is what I always mean by Armand taking advantage of Louis' agency, cuz Louis was CLEARLY not in his right mind at the time to be asking for anything THAT serious, which he NEVER would've done elsewise.

So, 3 days after Louis' failed suicide attempt, he asked for his mind to be wiped--cuz he was still TRAUMATIZED, Armand! 🤦

Lou got high as a kite (if he was ever sober in SanFran.....)

Nearly killed the first human who managed to get anywhere towards helping him process his PTSD--if not just VENT a bit; as he hadn't spoken Lestat's name in 20+ years by that point.

Vented all his resentment to Armand for being hella boring

Was triggered by Armand telling Louis Claudia never loved him, wtf

Tried to kill himself by burning himself alive in the first sunrise he'd seen since Paul's suicide

Burnt to a crisp, he has to watch Armand torture TF out of Daniel, begging for his life & powerless to do anything

Then lay there all crispetty cracketty crunchetty and hear Armand have a effing telephone call with LESTAT

He even told OIdmaniel he'd been in so much pain he blanked out

Armand said drugs did a number on Dan's mind--Louis DIED an alcoholic; he was turned while he was drunk, and I bet mental illness runs in his family, too. So what damage was done to LOUIS' mind when he was in SanFran getting stoned every night b4 you scrambled his brain, Armand?!

Daniel's mind is sharp, yes, but his body sure ain't. Armand caused Daniel's Parkinsons--if it's even really Parkinsons, and not just the consequences of 6 days of bodily & mental torture, as his arm was crushed, head bashed, nose bled, and muscles were contorted. "To protect me, from YOU, my Molloy"--we been knew. "Why did I owe YOU my shame...my one act of cowardice?" Oh, you mean selling Claudia & Louis down the effing river?!

I'd bet money that Armand was so shook seeing Louis' reaction to what he said about Claudia hating Louis, and was so terrified of being on permanent suicide watch, that he was RELIEVED to have the chance to wipe Louis' memory, and soften the blow of his own culpability in WHY Claudia died hating Louis. Cuz she was HAPPY at that cafe with y'all! What happened AFTERWARDS, Armand!?

Why would vamps cheer and drink with alcohol; y'all shoulda known something was up; with this JUDAS at the effing table.

Why tf is Armand sleeping in Claudia's coffin? I guess Loumand doesn't share Louis' the way Loustat did. But better question: Why TF are they still in that flat?! I'd've left Paris for good; that was stupid of them to stay in coven territory. But I guess we know why Armand didn't insist they leave. 😒

Louis and Madz have tension. :(

This poor boy just CANNOT help himself, LOL.

LOLOLOLOLOL! Madz is NOSEY, spill all the tea, girl, yaaas! XD (The bass in Lou's voice when he says BIIIIIG HEAD nearly put me in a stretcher--omfg it was IMPROVISED!?)

👀 Yeah, he knows, alright. Knows you'll forgive him, Lou.

Cuz he felt he had nothing left if he didn't have you.

Cuz Santiago was right:

Speak of the devil, carrying the effing burlap sacks.

I could never sit there that calm and talk about all that without lunging over and pulling every follicle out of Armand's head.

Omg it's a matinee in DAYLIGHT, it's happening right then & there. 😭☀️

💀

#interview with the vampire #the vampire armand #loumand #iwtv spoilers #iwtv season 2 spoilers #iwtv tvc metas #the hype is real #must see tv

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you guys will never guess what happened to me...i was supposed to have my first real day back at work today 10-8, im dedicating myself to being on time and really putting myself back into my work to start off on a good foot after disappearing for 2 months without advance notice anyway so at 10pm last night i went to take out the trash so i could get ready for bed. early! responsible! and well the front door locked behind me. i had no phone, no wallet, no keys nothing. i panicked, i banged on the door bc ppl live in the two floors below me as well, rang their doorbells multiple times, tried to slide down the windows of my car from the outside somehow 😭 nothing worked. i walked around for a little while to see if there was anything open that might have a phone. there wasn't anything, i know the bar is around the corner where they know me but i didn't want to go there bc i was in my PAJAMAS. BRALESS. but eventually i had to go. a girl let me use her phone my mom didn't answer but the bartender gave me two cut credit cards to try and break into my own apartment 😭 and so i walked back and i tried i tried so hard that i scraped a layer of skin off my knuckle but i didn't get in, so i went back to the bar and the girl let me use her phone again, called my dad and he called and got me a triple a membership (a LOT cheaper than the fee to call the leasing agent after hours for a key) called triple A at midnight cause they said it had to be "next day" to use it 🙄 explained that i had no phone! im abandoned. they said around 2am so i said ok, i went back and sat and waited. by myself btw in the dark with nothing on me and no one and btw it was cold last night!!! i became so delirious and tired and it hurt so bad sitting on my steps for that long i stood for a while too but my feet hurted. FINALLY it was light out i walked to wawa 5 blocks called triple a again they said the person came at 335am i said lmao they didn't bc at 327 i was standing in the road watching every car go by just in case cause i was hopeful! a guy had walked by at that time and i just asked him what the time was so i know it was 327 they did NOT come at any point i watched every car no one stopped or slowed down and there was no triple a logo. anyway they said ok you're back on the list they'll be there about 45 min. i called my dad to let him know he said he hadn't slept cause he hadn't heard from me btw it's 7am now. been outside for 9 hours. and i told him im gonna have to call and let my boss know that it's not possible for me to come in today and he starts yelling at me! i said im not arguing with you on the wawa phone rn. walked back and sat and waited some more. and then before triple a got there the girl who lives on the 1st floor came out! magically! to go to work! and i was like oh my god. i went inside but. I KNCKED SO MUCH I BANGED I RANG THE DOORBELL she was in there the whole time. i ignored my parents telling me i had to go to work bc i was like. what part of me being awake outside in the cold by myself and awake for 24 hours makes you think im gonna go to work and make that 36 hours..btw didn't get to take my meds last night either! so i felt awful. my feet's were absolutely killing me, i was dead exhausted, still cold from being outside, i have BRUISES ON MY BUTT from sitting on the concrete steps. i texted my boss like hoping she would have a shred of humanity i said im willing to work 10 days straight idec im about to die and i would be a zombie if i tried to come rn. anyway im sure she wasn't pleased but she didn't fire me and i know my hours for tomorrow and sunday. and yes. anyway. i've been through so much. god forgot about me.

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 6 months

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avery and xander head canons

i've never done this before. hope you guys actually like these (my anxious overthinking brain tells me people will hate it but anyways). if you guys like the hcs and would like more or have suggestions, i'd be happy to take requests (i have nothing to do with my life)

they blast london boy whenever jameson is around ever since it was revealed he's half british

avery and him will spend hours talking about all the wild experiments he's done and funny stories she has from when she was younger

xander makes her funny/cute gadgets and hides them in her room for her to find

avery and him will spend hours just gossiping while watching netflix and doing face masks

xander and her talk shit about people they hate

they're always coming up with ways to prank grayson (they once replaced his entire closet full of suits with lingerie)

when they attended the eras tour (cause they most definitely did), xander fake proposed to her during love story.

they made friendship bracelets

they also had so much fun singing the rep set

ok this one isn't really a xander and avery head cannon but the hawthornes and their girlfriends (+rebecca, thea) has a blast singing anti hero bc of that one verse with the funeral.

they also teased grayson when shake it off started playing

during the vigilante shit performance, xander grabbed a chair and tried to recreate the dance. he forced avery to join along (jameson was simping so hard in the corner)

they also made bets on the surprise songs

last eras tour one, they had so much fun singing bad blood thinking about eve, tobias, sheffield grayson, etc (grayson was secretly also vibing to the song in the background happy that eve got what she deserved (although i believe she deserved worse))

on the day of her wedding with jameson, xander gave her a blueberry scone (his favorite) for the first time to celebrate her officially becoming part of the family

once avery got a slew of hate comments on this one post bc people thought she looked ugly and xander (and jameson) responded and reported every single one of them. xander also came up with the wildest insults you could ever imagine

although xander could literally never hate anyone, he hates anyone who ever does or says anything wrong to avery

sometimes when she's feeling slightly insecure but doesn't want to admit, xander hypes her up like crazy (jameson too)

sometimes avery will go sit in xanders lab whilst he works on his gadgets and reads. he always feels so loved whenever she does this

xander once had a panic attack on his way to an event, and avery cheered him up by ditching the event and bringing him to a bakery to buy scones. they then headed home and watched rom-coms.

they make each other playlists

they love waking each other up in the weirdest ways (xander once woke her up by reading her smut)

they ask each other relationship advice.

xander sometimes gets in this mood where he's convinced everyone secretly hates him. avery always makes him feel better by making scones with super weird flavors.

they once had a fanfic writing competition. avery won bc she wrote smut and xander wasn't expecting it (xander thought it was so good he posted it)

xander once walked in on avery getting dressed. he got so embarrassed he started banging into everything and stuttering. avery likes to tease him about it from time to time. (she wasn't even completely naked, but he was still traumatized)

sometimes when they're at events, they'll sit in the corner and talk about the people there (for example, they'll pick one person and try to figure out how many kids they have, if they're married, etc). xander also has all the tea you could possibly wish for when it comes to the guests (no one knows how he obtains it).

xander knows how much avery hates galas and stuff, so he always comes up with different games to play/things to talk about.

they sometimes go live together and the fans love it (they find their friendship hilarious and people always make compilations of like funny things they've said and stuff).

1/4 of these are literally just eras tour related but eh. i hope these are all original and i'm not remembering some old ones i've seen before not realizing that they've already been made. if some of these aren't, i apologize (i also apologize for any spelling mistakes, i wrote these late at night). anyways i literally love avery and xander's friendship. i actually really enjoyed making these.

i'm thinking of making head cannons for avery and each of the brothers (libby, max and Rebecca too) (maybe even thea though i don’t particularly love her).

i tried to get my friend @catapparently to help, but she came up with the weirdest things like 'xander told avery her toes were crooked so he made her a gadget to wear at night to fix them'

if anyone has requests, feel free to send them to me.

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Bodyguard

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- Heavy themes, angst, physical fight, saesang present, shooting, character death, funeral, implied suicide

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Hobi POV

I stare at the manager in disbelief

Is he freaking kidding?

"Her?", I ask incredously

"Yes her. What is the issue?"

"What's the issue? She's a short skinny kid. She's supposed to protect me? Are you kidding?"

"You know she can hear you", he snaps

"Give her to Jimin or Tae. They'll take her"

"She's assigned to you Hoseok"

"How is she a bodyguard? A freaking broom is stronger than her", I snap

He snorts, "You're in for a surprise. Strength isn't everything. She passed all the requirements to be a bodyguard. And she's yours. Deal with it"

I sigh, staring at the girl that's supposed to be my bodyguard

She's really short, petite and skinny

How is she supposed to protect me?

"Follow me Hoseok and I'll introduce you"

I really don't want to

The guys are going to make fun of me so much

"Hoseok, this is Joanne.", the manager introduces, "Joanne this js Hoseok or J-Hope, the BTS member you're assigned to"

"Hi", she says, not smiling

"Hi", I answer, rolling my eyes

"I'll leave you two to get to know each other"

I watch the manager walk away

I don't want to talk to her

"Listen, I know you don't like me and you don't want me as your body guard. I heard you before", she starts

"Oh uh sor-", I start to apologize

"I don't care. I don't need you to like me. I just need you to listen to me. My job is to protect you and part of that is listening to my instructions. Other than that you don't need to speak to me."

"I...uh...", I stammer

I never had someone talk like this to me

Never have someone not care if they're liked

But she's making everything easier, since I don't have to talk to her

"Fine", I answer

"Good. Since you're just practicing I'm not needed now. But I'll here to escort you to the performance you have tomorrow."

"Uh great"

She nods, then turns and walks away from me

What the hell?

I don't know what to think about her

I just still don't see how someone so little can be a bodyguard

I just sigh, preparing myself to be made fun of, then walk to practice

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"So I saw your bodyguard", Jungkook teases

"Yeah"

"She s so little. So cute", he continues

I roll my eyes, "Yeah ok she's small and she's a girl. I get it"

"Who'd you piss off to get such a shitty bodyguard?", Namjoon laughs

I glare at him

"Well look at it this way. It's practice for you. A way for you to learn to fight and stop being scared shitless of everything", Jimin comments

I'm not scared of everything

I hate that I have that reputation

"Fuck you. At least I'm not afraid of fucking butterflies"

He glares at me

"C'mon Hobi. Now you can learn to fight when you have to save your bodyguard from a twelve year old", Jimin growls

"Shut the fuck up"

"As don't be mad Hobi. She's not completely useless. She's good to look at", Yoongi chimes in

"What?"

What the fuck is he talking about?

"She's hot. So even if she can't protect you at least you can oogle her", Jin teases

"Yeah and maybe if you get to know her, you can bang her. Just not too hard or you'll break your only source of "protection"", Tae adds

They're fucking unbelieveable

"Just fucking lay off ok. I didn't ask for her"

"Aww can't take it Hobi?", Jungkook laughs

My blood is fucking boiling

I shouldn't let them get to me, but I am

I'm just angry at the whole situation

"Shut up. Get up so we can practice"

They stand up

"C'mon Hobi don't be upset.", Jin says

I ignore him and turn on the music

"Just fucking dance", I snap, getting into my position for the choreography

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6 weeks later

Hobi POV

Joanne is walking next to me at the airport

I try not to roll my eyes

So far she hasn't had to "protect" me

As if she could

There's screaming for us and I hear my name being called

ARMYS follow us everywhere

I love them but sometimes I want to be a normal person

"Move back!", I hear someone yell

I look as some ARMYS push against the ropes that are set up

Suddenly I see a person running towards me

"Stop him!", a cop yells

He's almost in front of me when Joanne steps in front of me

"Stop", she says to the guy

The guy stops in front of her, sneering at Joanne

"Move", he snaps

"Yeah not going to happen", she snaps

Shit

She's gonna get hit

And I'm going to have to protect her

"Who the fuck are you?"

"His bodyguard"

The guy bursts out laughing

"You, yeah ok. Move"

He grabs her arm roughly and just as I'm about to stop him, she grabs his hand with her other hand, ripping it off her, bending it backwards

"Shit fuck lets go", the guys screams in pain

I stare at the situation in disbelief

She's....hurting him?

"Leave and I'll let go", she says calmly

"Fuck you", he yells, swinging his arm to punch her

She ducks just as he swings, punching him in the stomach

Holy shit!

My mouth drops in pure surprise

She stands while he doubles over

She grabs my arm, leading me away from the guy

Jesus she's strong

She's holding my arm tightly

"Keep walking", she says

"Uh, yeah ok", I mutter

She's ripped away from me

When I turn around I see her take a hit to her face

Her head snaps to the side

And all she does is turn her head back

"Keep walking Hoseok"

No scream, no yell

He goes to hit her again

Just as his fist comes flying, she catches his hand, twisting it back

Then she quickly punches his face, hard, letting go of his hand as soon as he starts falling

He falls down, screaming, holding his face

"Don't make me kick your ass. Get lost", she says

When she turns around, she glares at me

"I told you to keep walking. I got it", she snaps

"I...uh...I"

"Move, now", she orders and shit I'm scared, so I go

She walks next to me, looking around for more threats

Holy crap I was so wrong about her

She didn't even do much and she knocked that guy down

And she took a hard hit and didn't cry out

When I glance at her, I see her jaw turning purple

"Uh Joanne, there's a bruise on your jaw"

"Don't worry about it"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

She snorts, "No, I've been hit harder"

She's been what?

Jesus

I know absolutely nothing at her

I mostly ignore her

But damn, now I want to know all about her

"Get in the car", she says when we get to the car

She opens the door and I climb in next to Yoongi

She gets in next to me, closing the door

"We good?", the driver asks

"Yeah", she says, then she's silent

"Where were you?", Yoongi asks

"Uh there was a problem", I answer

"What?", Namjoom asks

"Uh fan got through and came running at me"

"Holy shit, are you ok?", Namjoom questions

"Uh yeah. Joanne handled it"

"She did?", Yoongi asks shocked

"Uh yeah"

"Holy shit!", Jungkook yells

"What?", I jump

"Is this what happened?", Jungkook asks showing me his phone

He's on Twitter

And there's videos of what just happened

Christ it just happened and its already on the internet?

I see captions for the tweets that say things like, "Don't mess with J-Hope's bodyguard", "J-Hope's body guard takes down crazy fan", "J-Hope is well protected"

Jungkook clicks on one and we watch the video

The person caught the entire thing

"Oh my god!", Namjoon shouts during the part where Joanne gets punched in the face

"She didn't even flinch!", Yoongi gasps

They all look up at her

"Oh my god, she has a bruise", Yoongi points

Joanne rolls her eyes

"Oh hell yeah!", Jungkook shouts in glee when Joanne punches the guy in the face

"Oh shit he went down", Namjoon exclaims

When the video ends, they all look at her

"I'll take her as my bodyguard", Namjoon says

"Hell no, she can be mine. She's awesome!", Jungkook argues

Yeah ok

They all made fun of me for having a girl bodyguard but now that they see her kick ass, they want her

"She's my bodyguard. Not yours", I snap

"Do you wanna be mine Joanne?", Jungkook asks

I narrow my eyes at him

"I go to whoever I'm assigned to. Right now that's J-Hope", she answers, "You can request me to my boss and he may assign me to you"

"No! Fuck no. Don't you fucking dare Jungkook", I protest

"What you want her now?", he demands

"Me? What about you? After all the things you've been saying to me about her, now you want her to be your bodyguard. Because she what, proved something to you? No fuck off", I snap

"Can we stop arguing? I'm assigned to Hoseok for now. There's no getting me. I'm not an object. So cut it out", she interrupts

Jungkook just nods and turn back around in his seat.

"Uh Joanne-", I start

"Not now Hoseok. I'm still acting as your bodyguard. You can speak to me later", she informs me

"Oh uh ok", I answer, then sit waiting until we get to BigHit

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"Joanne wait", I call

We just got to BigHit and shes walking towards the security department

"Yes?", she answers, turning to me

"Uh thanks for uh, taking out that guy"

"You don't have to thank me Hoseok. It's my job"

"I know but I just want to."

"Alright"

Silence rises between us

"So if there's nothing else-"

"No uh there is, I mean. Um I want to apologize for the way I behaved and the things I said when I first met you."

"Oh", she tilts her head to the side, "It's fine. Don't worry about it"

I nod, "Ok. So uh where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I used to work for the government. The U.S. government", she answers, "I left that job and came here"

"Oh yeah? Cool. Uh what did you do?"

"I can't tell you that. It's confidential and I signed a non- disclosure agreement in exchange for leaving the job"

Holy shit

Was she like a spy?

Or an assassin?

What else can she do for the government that requires her to fight?

And how old is she?

"Oh uh ok. It's ok. Uh, how old are you? I mean you had basically a career before you left right? You seem really young for that"

She raises an eyebrow

Shit did I say something wrong?

Am I being too nosey?

"I'm 28", she answers

Ok, she's older than me but not by much

But she already had a career and then left?

Thats strange

"What is it that you want from me Hoseok?"

"I uh"

What do I want?

I want to know about her

I want to talk to her

I want her to like me

"I want to be friends", I finally answer

"Friends?", she repeats

"Uh yeah. You're going to be around me a lot and I want to be friends"

"Look Hoseok, that's not how this works ok. I need to be paying attention when I'm acting as your bodyguard. I can't talk to you during that time."

"I know but we can be friends after the job is over right? Like right now? We can talk and be friends", I ask

Why am I doing this?

I don't know

"I uh I guess?", she questions, "Look I don't have friends ok. I've always been alone. I don't know how to do this"

"It's ok. I can help you"

"I uh...fine. We can be friends.", she agrees

"Ok"

We just stand there in silence

"Ok I have to go. I have some things to do. I'll see you another time", she says

"Uh can I have your phone number?"

Her head snaps back to me

"Why?", she asks suspiciously

"Uh so we can text each other", I answer

Why is she being so weird about her phone number

"Oh uh ok fine"

"You can have mine too", I offer

"Yes ok"

We exchange numbers and then she says bye, walking away

This is going to be harder than I thought

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6 months later

Hobi POV

"You ok Jo?", I ask Joanne

We just got back to BigHit from another performance

Joanne has been acting weird today

Something is off

I know her well enough now to know when something is wrong

"I uh I need to talk to you Hobi", she answers

I start getting nervous

What does she want to talk about?

Is it bad?

Is she leaving?

She can't leave

I love her

Yeah I'm an idiot

I've fallen in love with my bodyguard

Its just after you get past her hard exterior, Joanne is the sweetest, most caring and loving person I've ever met

She's also so funny

That I didn't expect

How could I not fall in love with her?

"Uh sure Jo", I answer

She leads me to an empty conference room and closes the door

"Look Hobi, uh my boss gave me a choice to make"

Now I'm worried

"Uh ok?"

"Kookie requested me to be his bodyguard."

WHAT?

That fucking little shit

"He did?", I ask, upset

"Yeah. And usually my boss would decide whether to keep me with you or assign me to him. But he likes me, says I'm one of his best guards so he told me I can choose"

'Me, choose me', I want to yell

"Oh uh. Why did you want to talk to me about?"

"I don't know what to do. I like Kookie but him and I aren't as close as you and me are. But then that could be a problem, that we're this close. I could lose focus and you could get hurt. That would happen with Kookie"

No no

Our friendship is not a problem

It hasn't been

She's been able to do her job

"Say something Hobi! What do you want? Do you even care?", she shouts

"Yes I care! Of course I care!", I yell

How can I not?

I love her

"Then say something. Give me a reason to stay! And don't just say because you want me too. That's not good enough"

What am I supposed to say?

That I love her, that's why I want her to stay?

We stand there in silence

"Ok. I guess I'll tell my boss I'll be assigned to Kookie. It's the best. You'll be safer"

I'm panicking and I don't know what to do

This isn't what I want

She walks past me

I have to stop her

I grab her arm and turn her to me

She looks up at me and I can't stop myself

I pull her to me, my lips crashing on hers

I'm surprised and happy when she throws her arms around me, kissing me back

God her kiss is fucking everything

"Don't leave me", I ask when we pull away, "I love you. You're the best bodyguard I ever had. I feel completely safe with you. I trust you to protect me. I trust you with my life. And I'm so in love with you. You are all I want"

I don't know what to expect from her

She never gave any indication she feels anything but friendship for me.

I feel a spark of hope when she smiles

"I love you too Hobi"

I can't hold back the smile that bursts on my face

"Yeah?", I ask

"Yeah. I never expected to fall in love, ever but I did with you. You're perfect", she answers

I can't believe she's saying this about me

"You're perfect Jo. My perfect everything. You're everything I could every want. And you're such a bad ass"

She giggles- I fucking love that sound

"I want you to be mine. Be with me. And stay as my bodyguard.", I tell her

She nods, "Ok yes Hobi. I'll be with you. I'll stay as your bodyguard. I promise I'll never let anything happen to you. You're safety is the most important thing to me."

"I know Jo. I know."

"Ok", she whispers

"I love you", I tell her

She smiles hugely at me and it takes my breath away

She's so beautiful

"I love you", she answers

God I love hearing her say that

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers in another kiss

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2 years later

Hobi POV

"Stay close to me baby", Joanne orders

"Aegiya-", I start

"No Hobi. There are death threats against you. I'm not letting anything happen to you"

"But what if you get hurt aegi?"

"My job is to protect you. If I get hurt then fine as long as you're ok. Plus I just so happen to love you so I'm definitely not going to let anything happen to you"

"Joanne-"

"Just do it Hobi. Or I won't let you have me when we get home"

Shit

"Ok fine", I will

"Aww my baby", she laughs, then kisses me, "C'mon, we gotta get out of the plane Hobi"

"One more", I ask

She smiles and kisses me again, wrapping her arms around my neck

I hold her to me tightly

No one but BigHit knows about us, so once we leave the plane, it's back to our bodyguard and celebrity roles

No touching, unless necessary

No kissing

No looking

Well I look, but she doesn't because she's keeping an eye out for everything

"Ready?", she asks

"Yeah", I nod

"I love you Hobi", she smiles

"I love you Joanne", I smile back

She gets up, walking, while I fall into step behind her

We get into the airport, screams shattering the silence of the plane

God it's so loud

"No nothing", Joanne says into her head set

I keep staring at her while we walk not paying attention

I see someone farther down, walk into the center of the walkway

"J-Hope", someone yells

I glance up to see the person pull out a gun

Shit

"Gun", Joanne shouts

I can't move, I'm fucking terrified

I'm going to die

My body hits the floor just seconds before I hear a loud bang

People start screaming

I look up just in time to see the shooter get shot in the head, falling down

Holy shit

I'm gonna puke

I sit up, looking around and immediately freeze in complete fear

Joanne is a few feet to my side

Face down and she's not moving

"Joanne!" I shriek

She still doesn't move

No no no no

"Joanne", I yell, crawling to her, "Aegi, answer me"

When I get to her, I grab her turning her over, holding her in my arms

"FUCK", I scream, tears pouring from my eyes

The entire front of her shirt is covered in blood

There's a pool of blood under her

I press my hand to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding

Her eyes are closed and her body is limp

No she can't be

She's not

Please no

"Joanne", I shake her, "Wake up. Joanne wake up now!"

She still not moving

Why is she not moving?

I don't hear her breathing

"HELP!", I scream

I'm so scared

Another bodyguard comes over to me

"Hoseok, get up. You have to leave"

Is he crazy?

I'm not fucking leaving her

"No"

"You have to"

"Joanne....she's not waking up"

He looks down at me

"Shit", he gasps, kneeling down

He puts his fingers to her neck

"Fuck. I...I'm sorry Hoseok, she's gone"

WHAT?

No, she can't be

"What?"

"Hoseok from what it looks like she was shot in the chest. She was most likely gone before she hit the ground"

My baby, no

I can't breathe

She can't be dead

I love her

I need her

"Hoseok, we need to get you out of here"

"I'm not leaving her", I sob

"I'll carry her ok? But you need to get up"

"No, I'm going to carry her. No one touches her", I cry

"Ok, lets go. Now"

I stand, picking her up

Her head rolls to the side hanging down

"Jo", I cry

I move her head, so it's against my chest

I follow the body guard as best I can but everything is blurry from tears

"In the car now", he barks, opening the door

"Hoseok!", Yoongi calls from inside

I can't get in with her

"Give me her. Once you get in I'll give her back ok?", the bodyguard says

I nod

He takes Joanne and I climb in

"Oh my god Hoseok what happened?", Namjoon shouts in fright

I look down

My clothes are covered in blood

Her blood

I start to sob even harder

"Here Hoseok", the bodyguard says

I take her back in my arms, clutching her to me

I hold her, having to move her head to my neck because she's not moving it herself

Because she's dead

"Holy shit!", Jungkook yells

"Hoseok what happened?", Namjoon shouts

"Please wake up", I ask her, ignoring them, "Please baby don't leave me. Please"

She doesn't answer

She...

She pushed me out of the way

She got hit instead of me

I was supposed to get shot, not her

She saved my life

I'm never going to see her again

Never going to kiss her

She's never going to smile at me again, never going to tell me she loves me

The pain I feel is immense and I start crying hysterically

"HOSEOK!", Yoongi yells

"I can't wake her up, Yoongi. She's not waking up. I keep calling her and she's not opening her eyes. She's not answering me. I CAN'T WAKE HER UP!", I scream in pure agony

Yoongi's looking at me with horror in his face

"She's dead", I whisper

"What? I can't hear you?"

"She's dead!", I shout

"Wwww...what do you mean?", Jungkook stammers

"She's dead. She pushed me out of the way. She got shot in the chest instead of me. I was supposed to die, not her. She saved me and she died doing it", I sob

"But she's...you have her", Yoongi says dumbfounded

"She's not breathing. She doesn't have a pulse. The body guard who brought me here said she probably died before she fell to the floor. I..I couldn't leave her there."

"Hoseok, I'm....I'm so sorry", Namjoon whispers

"What am I going to do? I can't live without her. Namjoon, what am I going to do?", I cry, looking at him

"I...I....I don't know Hobi. I really don't know."

I just sit holding her tightly to me while the car drives us to BigHit

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The car stops

The door opens and an EMT is standing there

"I'm here for the body"

The body?

Is she seriously fucking calling her that?

"Her name is Joanne. She's the love of my life, my everything. She's not a body", I growl

"I apologize. I'm here for Joanne"

"No", I snap, gripping her tighter

"Sir, I'm sorry but I need to take her"

She reaches for Joanne

"No, don't touch her!", I shriek

"Hobi, you have to let her take Joanne.", Yoongi says gently

"No, no she can't. I can't. I can't be without her. I need her. If she takes her, I'll never see her again. If she takes Joanne, then it means she's really dead. She's really not coming back. I...I....can't handle that", I sob hysterically again

"Hobi you have to. We're here with you. You can't keep her with you. She's all bloody. They'll clean her and change her clothes ok? They'll help as much as they can", Namjoon says soothingly

I don't want them to

I want her

I want to be with her

Wherever she went, I want to be there, not here

"Please Hobi", Jungkook asks

I know I have to

I feel like I'm dying inside

I look down at her, moving some hair from her face

"I love you Joanne. So much aegi. Forever", I whisper

Then I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips, my tears falling on her skin

Then I hand her over to the EMT, my heart shattering into a million pieces

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Three days later

Hobi POV

I look down at Joanne laying in her casket

She looks like she's sleeping

Today is her funeral

The wake was yesterday

A lot of people came

None of her family

She didn't have any

I'm alone with her right now

They're giving me time to say goodbye

Before the casket is closed, before she's taken to cemetery and buried in the fucking ground

Where I'll never see her again

"I miss you so much", I sob, "Why did you die aegiya? Why did you throw yourself in front of me? I can't live without you. How can you make me live without you?"

They told me that she died instantly

Shot right in her heart

The security guard was right

She was dead before she fell

She saved my life by giving hers

I never wanted that

I wanted her with me for the rest of my life

I pull an engagement ring from my pocket

"I was gonna ask you to marry me Jo. After we got back to the dorm. I was gonna take you to the park and ask you under the stars aegi. I love you so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I hate that I can't. I hate that you're gone. I hate that I'm here. So far away from you"

How am I going to do this?

How am I going to watch her be buried?

And after?

How am I supposed to live?

I can't

I won't

How can I be the happy, smiling, cheerful J-Hope when my world, my sunshine, my reason for living is gone?

I can't be

She was the love of my life

They'll never be another

Just her

I can't deal with this

I'm not strong like some other people

Not for this

I take her hand and put the ring on her finger

I know she would of said yes

She always said she'd marry me one day

I thought she was right

I didn't know she'd be taken from me

I can't say goodbye

How can I do that?

I can't

"Hobi. We uh, we gotta go", Jin whispers from the doorway

"Just one minute"

He nods then disappears

"I love you more than anything Joanne. I know your gone but you're still my everything, my world. I swore I'd love you forever and I will"

My tears fall from my eyes, some landing on her

I lean down and kiss her forehead

"I love you aegiya. I'll see you soon ok? I'm coming", I whisper

I kiss her again, then walk out of the room

"Hobi", Jin says

"Don't Jin"

I just keep walking

I just have to get through the next few hours

Just through her funeral

Then after, I'm going to her

#jung hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jhope fanfic #hobi fanfic #hoseok angst #jhope angst #bts fanfic

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @alpydk!! While I'm technically on hiatus until I finish this art commission I'm working on (1-2-3 weeks?), I DO have the beginning chapter 4 of "Confessions" to show off. I decided to name it "Possibilities" - it continues the one-word theme of the other chapters but doesn't give away the ending.

*DISCLAIMER* - this may not be its final form, and hasn't been really edited.

Setup TL:DR - GalexTav. Tav 'sleeps with' Mizora in act 3, Gale breaks up with her. Nasty fighting w/spell-slinging and arrows flying ensues, including cattiness through the end of the game and even in the epilogue. End of the epilogue, they bang over a picnic table and decide to 'talk it out' via letter writing, which goes through chapter 3. Chapters 2 and 3 also includes both of their journeys recovering from massive mental health declines. Now? They're back to themselves more or less and are about to meet in Waterdeep for a week of dates. "Courting," if you will.

This is the morning of the day they'll be reunited.

CURRENT word count: 1,750 (it's gonna be a long boi like chapter 3)

No smut or anything tag/trigger worthy...yet...

Chapter 1 by @alpydk: "Consequences"

Chapter 2 by me: "Acquiescence"

Chapter 3 by me: "Tenacity"

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On Sunday morning, Tav crawled out of her tent, blinking rapidly in the brightness of the dawn. As her eyes focused, she gasped as she noticed a familiar set of wings attached to a small, furry body.

"Tara?" she asked, voice echoing the mix of surprise and confusion in her brain.

In the span of about 2 seconds, her mind raced through a dozen scenarios and her anxiety spiked. Was Gale ok? Did something happen? Did he change his mind? Is Tara here to give her a (well-deserved) tongue lashing and tell her to stay away?

She didn't know what feeling was stronger: her fear, or her overwhelming respect for this very large creature in a very small body who has looked after Gale her whole life, no matter the challenges, disappointments, or perils. Never walking away, always a sage guide and friend. Whichever feeling it was, it rendered her silent.

"Good morning, Miss Taviela. I trust you slept well?"

She blinked a few more times before stammering, "Y-yes, I believe I did. I'm, ah, still getting my thoughts together... I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here, is everything alright?"

"Hmm...yes. I would think you'd be surprised to see me." Tara sat up straight and stared at Tav, as if she expected the sleepy woman before her to have the wherewithal to continue this most unexpected conversation.

After a few awkward seconds, Tav continued, "How was your, er, flight? The weather seems beautiful this morning..."

Silence.

"Is...Gale alright? Did something happen?" Tav asked hesitantly.

Tara simply blinked and replied in an even tone, "Mister Dekarios is quite well. He is very much looking forward to...reuniting with you this evening."

The graceful tressym with the intimidating presence was simply observing Tav. Looking for any signs that would give her reason to question her intentions. Any indignation, a hint of a lie, something that would put her dearest, life-long wizard friend back in danger of getting his heart trampled on again.

More silence.

Tav shifted so she now sat cross-legged in front of her tent, looking down at her fidgeting hands. "Tara..., listen, I know I-"

Tara interrupted, finally putting Tav out of her misery. "No, you listen, Miss Taviela. It should be no surprise that I'm very wary of this entire situation." She was firm, but also gentle. Tav had looked up in shock, but now quickly closed her mouth, took a shaky breath while looking back to her hands, and nodded her head solemnly.

Tara continued, "My poor Gale has had his heart broken and re-broken and re-broken more times than I care to count. I cannot bear to see it shattered into dust. I'm not sure what your intentions are, Miss Taviela, but I can promise you that I will not sit idly by and allow him to have what little remains of his self-worth taken from him and tossed to the winds."

It sounded like there was more to this early-morning lecture, but Tara paused when she heard Tav sniffling. She tilted her head slightly as she watched the first of the day's sunbeams shine rainbows through the fat tears that fell from the woman's downcast eyes.

Finally, taking a shuddering breath, Tav looked up and sobbed, "You will never know the depth of my grief and sadness over the pain I caused him. I've berated and chastised myself every single day since that horrible night with Mizora. I was a different person then, still struggling with my identity after severing my attachment with Bhaal. Not to mention still being tadpoled; so many voices in my head of everyone's thoughts. We were getting so close to that third stone and the Netherbrain and all Gale was going on about was that godsdamned crown..." She paused, looked at the ground in shame, and shook her head. "All that aside, there's no excuse for what I did that night or anything that happened after."

She paused again for a deep breath. Looking back up at Tara pleadingly, she sobbed all the harder, "I know you have no reason to trust me. Hells, I wouldn't trust me. But I can promise you that I have no ill will towards Gale and the last thing I want to do is cause him even a second more of pain. I still can't forgive myself, even though he has, and I don't understand how he could possibly still see any good in me, but he does."

She took a couple breaths to compose herself, the tressym gingerly walking closer and sitting within arm's reach. Her glare had softened into concern.

Tav shakily continued, "I owe you an apology too, Tara. I know I said several harsh comments to you as well. Not to mention the affect Gale's misery has had on your life. I know you care for him and look out for him in more ways than I will ever understand. I'm so sorry for letting my childish and petty actions and lapse of judgment permeate your life. I regret everything I said and did to cause you both so much pain, and I always will."

Tara had laid down next to her knee by this point, listening and discerning the tone of her voice and the genuineness of her emotions.

Tav kept going, "I am absolutely gobsmacked that Gale still has any desire to see or talk to me, let alone that he still harbors any kind of love for me. I don't feel worthy of any of it, yet he still believes in me. And the only fault on his part was wanting to overreach in an attempt to provide the best possible future for us. How can I stay angry over that?"

She sighed and looked back down at the ground. Tears welling up once more. "Anything he said to me in anger, the spells he used against me, was very deserved, and I don't fault him one bit." Her voice breaking, she couldn't bear to say anymore. She tucked her knees up against her body, held them close, put her head down, and let the torrent of sadness and regret wash over her.

Having no lap to lay in, Tara curled up next to Tav's hip. Her heart broke for this poor woman. She had to remind herself that Tav was still shedding a life of murder and lies under the thumb of Bhaal. Anyone clawing their way towards a better life from that mess should be commended. Her motives seemed genuine, her repentance real. Tara was still skeptical, of course. But she'd be suspicious of anyone who had captured the heart of her dear wizard friend, and they would be subject to her scrutiny.

Tara sat up, turned to face Tav, and put one paw out on her thigh, the smallest olive branch, encased in white and orange and brown fur. In a soft, motherly voice, the tressym finally spoke.

"There there, dear. Gale knows your heart. He still believes that you genuinely love him and want to press forward." Tav cried harder when she heard this. She still couldn't believe the love of her life was willing to be so forgiving and dedicated to her. It was truly overwhelming.

Tara continued, "Here, he asked me to come find you and pass along this note." With a flick of her tail, a purple orb of mist appeared in front of Tav's face. A tan envelope materialized with a doodle on the front: an eternity symbol wrapped around two hearts; one with a G, and one with a T. Their sign. Tav smiled and let out a little chuckle, gently plucking the envelope out of the air and clutching it to her chest with both hands.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief, she realized how much tension she'd been holding in her body. She let her shoulders relax, closed her eyes and tried to get her trembling hands to steady themselves.

Tara took this moment to continue, "Mister Dekarios also felt it prudent that you and I attempt to clear the air before you visit the tower, which is primarily why I'm here. Now, I hear your apology, and I believe it to be sincere. I know how much you mean to him and I know it wouldn't be possible for me to come between you two even if I wanted to."

She stopped and pulled back her paw, licking at it before sitting up straight. "But if I've learned anything during my time with Gale, it's that anyone can come back from the biggest of mistakes. You both know what it's like to commit severe lapses in judgment, and you both have had to deal with the consequences of your actions."

Tav nodded her head, tears having subsided and sniffles becoming more infrequent.

"But I've also seen you both rise to some of life's most terrifying challenges. Defeating The Dead Three while having an ilithid parasite swimming around in your brain, wondering if each day, each second would be your last, only to go on to defeat a Netherbrain and save Faerûn from ruin and destruction... I'd say you two are capable of conquering anything. Even each others' follies."

Tav smiled and let out a small chuckle. "I suppose you're right," she said as she sighed. With a smile and a wink, Tav continued, "And gods know we're both stubborn enough, to boot."

"Oh, don't remind me." Tara said rolling her eyes, backing up in preparation for her departure. "I can't tell you how many days I told him to stop trying to compose letters to you in those first few months. But he'd just keep writing and writing and sighing and crumpling up paper and even lighting it on fire while it dissolved into ash in the air."

Unfurling her beautiful wings in the morning light, Tara lifted up a few feet in the air in front of Tav, looking her directly in the eye.

"Chin up, my dear, and dry those tears. You have a wizard who loves you meeting you for dinner tonight. Best start getting yourself together." Tav smiled again and held up her hand, allowing Tara to give it a little 'bonk' with her forehead.

As the tressym flew off, Tav took a long deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it out, allowing her exhale to take the weight of the world with it.

She had a wizard who loves her.

And he was meeting her for dinner tonight.

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I cannot WAIT to finish this story!! Just hang in there while I get some things sorted, and I'll be able to give this realm of fanfic my 100%. 💜 Remember - Gale loves you, and you should never, NEVER doubt that. 💜

#gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #galemance #gale x tav #writers on tumblr #fanfic #wip #wip wednesday #reuniting #don't mess with tara #tara protecc #forgiveness #repentance

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holy--milk · 2 months

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Sorry about your laptop 😭 again 😭

Ok for the ask game! Suyao’s first meeting, since it’s only referenced in the text and we don’t get to see it 👀

As Su Minshan was leaving the night hunt, he couldn't help but feel bitter and resentful. Even though he himself had performed quite decently compared to other participants, only a couple of his disciples had managed to score a kill at all, bringing the sect's total down to truly abysmal numbers. And he couldn't even blame them for that; as the founder of a minor sect with no name in the cultivation world he had no promising young talents banging on his doors begging to be let in, and the handful of boys and girls he'd picked from various little towns around Moling during the war couldn't possibly compare to the disciples of well-established sects with years of training under their belts.

It was with these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind that he ran into someone. The man was dressed in a plain Jin disciple uniform, with only the vermillion dot on his brow vaguely marking him as someone of importance, and currently in the middle of arranging clean up.

As Su Minshan mumbled an apology, still preoccupied with his own thoughts, the man's placid smile turned a touch warmer.

"No need to feel bad about your disciples' showing, Sect Leader Su," he said encouragingly. "Quite a few of them showed a lot of potential tonight, with a few more years' training they'll surely become fine cultivators rivaling those of the four great sects. Sect Leader Su has quite an eye for talent."

Su Minshan blinked and bowed to the stranger, thanking him for the kind words, and it was only after the man bowed in return and left, followed by a group of Jin servants, that it finally hit him.

The venerable Lianfang-zun of the Jin sect, the war hero Jin Guangyao who had single-handedly slain Wen Ruohan, had just praised him in full view of assorted cultivators from multiple well-established sects.

#ngl i don't remember when their first meeting is even supposed to have happened in the canon gshdhd #but given that JGY praises his swordplay when we see them interact #i assume it was either during the war #or at a night hunt?#so i went with the latter option #jin guangyao #su minshan #suyao #mdzs #ask game #me writes

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neteyammeowmeow · 10 months

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DEEPSEAENERGY HEADCANONS 🔥🔥🔥PT 2 HURRAY???

also have this sketches lalala, they are so broppy but like in the way if you’re crazy enough to understand (poppy is determined and outgoing and she tries to see the bright side, however when things don’t work out her way she gets surprised-surprised, but she gets back up again… ok sorry… while branch is paranoid and has four brothers that left him when he was younger and caused abandonment issues — errrmm, but he’s also a total nerd that does nerd stuff and he’s such a caring guy) I LOVEEEE TROLLS

anyways these are headcanons about like. everything i can think of for now. yayyy

Benthomaar really loves listening to the Ninja's experiences on their previous missions, and that eventually led to Lloyd pouring everything he had in his mind to him, may it be good or bad. At first, Lloyd got embarassed when he got carried away because he's not used to having an active audience to listen to him, but the more he listens to Benthomaar's calm and intrigued responses, he becomes a lot more comfortable. The Ninja are glad that Lloyd has someone he can talk to than just keeping it to himself.

Sometimes when Lloyd talks to Benthomaar, he lays his head on his lap and drift off to his words, then he snaps back and notices his bangs were somehow braided.

It's a mutual comfort that they share a lot of things with each other. For Benthomaar, he'd ask so many questions about the surface world, about the nature to the people. He also loved sharing about what Merlopia is like, why wouldn't a King be proud of their nation anyways? When it comes to cultural experiences, he promises Lloyd that they'll find the time to do them together. He hopes that Lloyd could fall in love with the sea as much as he fell in love with the land.

Benthomaar's words are so polite and formal, sometimes he can be very poetic, Lloyd thinks he talks like a storybook or sounds like a lullaby, and sometimes he falls asleep listening to Benthomaar's voice. Somehow, Lloyd always finds a more peaceful rest when he does.

(There's like a layer of lore behind this reasoning, but my own worldbuilding has Merlopians be blessed or chosen by certain sea animals to have their traits) Benthomaar doesn't need to sleep all the time, he feels exhaustion only after something stressful or incredibly tiring. So he mostly spends his time wide awake — and his old habit was to spend his time reading boks, but now, whenever Lloyd is with him, he'd also take his time to watch over him while he sleeps.

It was Nya and Kai who told him that Lloyd struggled with sleeping peacefully, he'd always shake around or wake up from a nightmare. Most of the time, he wouldn't tell the others about it because he doesn't want to bother them, but they could always hear him and know either way. He doesn't like to talk about it.

Noticing how comfortable Lloyd is with Benthomaar, she asked if he could help, so he did. Lloyd was pretty stubborn and insistent that he didn't need anything, he doesn't want to bother Benthomaar more than he already has. But Benthomaar explains how it's not like he has anything better to do than stay awake and ponder while everyone else is asleep.

If Lloyd woke up restless, Benthomaar was there to calm him down and reassure him. If he was restless in his sleep, then Benthomaar would do the same nonetheless. And Lloyd would wake up looking much better than he did previously, the Ninja noticed this change too. (Benthomaar definitely earned a bunch of points from his In-Laws).

On the topic of finding it hard to fall asleep peacefully, Benthomaar faces the opposite problem from Lloyd. Whenever he overworks or tries to push himself as much as he can to continue his tasks, even until the point he tires himself out, he'll immediately fall asleep wherever he is — and he doesn't wake up.

The first time Lloyd saw him in that state, it was during the coronation month. Benthomaar was pretty much passed out on his chair, his head was resting on the table, and Lloyd tried to shake his shoulder to wake him up, or call his name, but nothing worked. Lloyd decided that he should rather just get Benthomaar to rest somewhere comfortable and not on his workspace.

Anyways, the first thing Benthomaar noticed when he woke up, was that he was covered in a warm blanket - from the surface, and that he was on a cushioned couch, a distance away from his desk.

Benthomaar taught the Ninja how to do Merlopian Sign Language as a way for Merlopians to communicate underwater (talking would cause a lot of bubbles and discomfort during conversations, so much more). When Benthomaar teaches Lloyd, he'd always find a way to sneak in a few jokes, or tease him, but he's pretty smooth with it. He is AWFUL at it.

"Bentho, how do you sign my name?"

"Your name, Lloyd? That is a simple structure to work with..." And guess what Benthomaar signed?

"I don't remember L looking like that..."

"Because it is not an L, this means cute in Merlopian. Do both not fit you?"

If Lloyd messes up a gesture, Benthomaar would hold his hands and recorrect him. Sometimes, Lloyd does his mistakes intentionally so that Benthomaar would hold his hands.

Benthomaar signs kind words on the scars that's on Lloyd, sometimes he does those on bad days, but sometimes he does it randomly. At first, Lloyd didn't understand why, then Benthomaar explained how he believes that despite all the wounds that have scarred on the person, no matter mentally or physically, their presence still exists, it matters, and they're still trying to persevere past that. Striving past the burdens of the past is incredibly difficult, and so the people who are able to, he believes they are very strong. Of course, with that point Benthomaar believes that Lloyd is incredibly strong. (They hugged after that because Lloyd didn't want Benthomaar to see him cry)

... Lloyd and Benthomaar have a specific sign that they use to greet each other. (Benthomaar also has one with Jay)

Benthomaar prefers to be served raw fish. Any fish that is cooked or heavily seasoned tastes weird to him (he’s not used to it, but he tries) — so whenever they hang out in the city, Lloyd’s go-to is always a sushi bar because that’s one of the few places where they both can eat fish without the other getting sickly of it. (Benthomaar loves Sashimi oh I bet 100%)

Due to their culinary cultures being vastly different, it took them awhile to adjust and figure out what the other likes. It’s very difficult to sort out considering most of the things Benthomaar likes to eat, Lloyd can’t, but the things Lloyd likes to eat, Benthomaar finds it a peculiar taste. It is really that hard when one eats things fresh from the hunt, while one eats things already cooked for taste. If it weren’t for Zane and his recipe books, they’d be stuck on debating what to have for dinner.

Lloyd and Benthomaar aren’t the greatest cooks, it’s fortunate that Lloyd learned from watching his siblings. They try to learn how to figure things out together like they always do, even if there’s a lot of trials and errors — Lloyd’s just glad that Benthomaar is a patient person. Lloyd was the one that taught Benthomaar how things work in the kitchen as best as he can (he’ll leave the rest to Zane). The kitchen is, actually, one of the places where they end up laughing and talking together the most.

They’re kind of in a long distance relationship? It’s hard for them to meet up and spend awhile together due to their duties as leaders, with Lloyd spending most of his time in the Monastery or accepting commisions to help the citizens, and Benthomaar being the King trying to reestablish Merlopia after his brother’s short lived — yet destructive rule. They promise to meet whenever they can by the sea shore, which is an equal distance far away from their own homes, it’s a very difficult promise to make but of course they’ll have the time for each other.

Lloyd once surprised Benthomaar by visiting Merlopia during his week off duties. Benthomoaar had no idea about what was going on until he recieved news that a surface dweller’s ship sailed all the way to their nation, he was just about to panic because they were informed nothing but then, he sees such a familiar looking blond adorned in colorful shades of oranges, reds, and greens, and that’s Lloyd. He was trying so badly to try and not look so excited but he was, very, very, very excited.

“My friend,” so he said in a calm collected tone. “I am so happy to see you again.”

Lloyd thought his voice sounded absurd, maybe Benthomaar didn’t notice that his wagging tail betrayed his composure. But he didn’t need an affirmation because only seconds later, he was being squeezed to death, Benthomaar’s hugs can just do that, he guessed. He missed him so much.

Likewise, if it were Benthomaar that surprised Lloyd… Lloyd would be unsure how to approach Benthomaar, so he’d stand there contemplating his disbelief and his choices before giving him a hug, except it’s a very awkward yet happy hug.

When I said “In-Law points” a few headcanons back, there’s this silly concept I thought of that Benthomaar would be put on trial for the Ninja to know if he’s truly “Significant Other Candidate for Lloyd” enough, because they absolutely do not want a repeat of last time. Benthomaar doesn’t know about the trial, however, only the Ninja do — Lloyd caught on eventually after he noticed they were acting weird around Benthomaar. It’s only funny because they started doing that even before Lloyd and Benthomaar were in a relationship, Lloyd was incredibly embarassed. They’d ask Benthomaar random questions out of nowhere with peculiar scenarios, or ask him to do certain chores just so they’ll know if he’s worth it. He was sent to a war he didn’t know he was in.

Lloyd and Benthomaar are like Dragon and Phoenix :3 The dragon represents strength, power, and good luck, while the phoenix represents high virtue, grace, power, and prosperity. When paired together they’re yin (phoenix) and yang (dragon)

That is it for NOW… Also have Bloyd coded songs methinks

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #benthomaar #ninjago benthomaar #deepseaenergy #deepseaenergyshipping #bloyd #lloyd x benthomaar #benthomaar x lloyd #thank u for ur time… :3

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