#tried to ignore it & ate like. normal amounts the past few days but that just. made it worse i think

[annoyinglandmagazine]

5 Times the Feanorians were frustratingly siblingy and 1 time they weren’t

4. The general’s knock was greeted by a calm ‘come in’ as he pushed open the door to the lord of Himring’s drawing room with the days schedule already on his lips before he was abruptly interrupted by Celegorm pushing his way past, grabbing a pastry off the table and flinging himself down onto the couch next to Huan, forgoing any invitation from either the guards or his brother. He tried to ignore it and begin his report but he was immediately cut off by the second son of Feanor who was tuning his harp while lying on a rug with his feet resting up on an armchair ‘No talking about work during midweek breakfasts.’ What? He’d never seen his lord have a problem with working from the crack of dawn onwards before nor had he heard such a complaint from any of his contemporaries either.

Maglor continued while closing his eyes as if focusing on his composing before strumming out a few clear notes ‘Not literal midweek breakfasts. We just call it that.’ This answered precisely nothing and just left him wondering what ‘it’ was supposed to be. He didn’t have the chance to spend more time wondering though because Caranthir chose this moment to make himself known from whatever corner of the room he’d been hiding in by perching on the desk Maedhros was leaning his elbow on while flicking through some journal on linguistics. Caranthir nudged his shoulder with a little glare while inclining his head toward the tray Celegorm had had no qualms about pillaging. ‘You should eat. At least take an apple.’ Maedhros laid his book down to meet his brothers eyes with an unimpressed eye roll ‘I thought we agreed not to criticise each other’s personal habits. Because I can tell you right now that your sleep schedule is no where in the parameters of normal and never has been.’ Caranthir reached back and scraped a thin layer of butter and marmalade onto a few slices of bread and cut them into quarters on a plate along with a few pieces of fruit all while maintaining eye contact. ‘You don’t have to eat much. I know you don’t feel like it. But just take something. Please Nelyo.’

Maedhros sighed and ate a slice of bread to subtle exhales of relief from the siblings who had been watching the interaction with no small amount of trepidation. Caranthir smiled softly and kissed his brother’s cheek before pulling some embroidery out of his pocket and splaying himself across the armchair with Maglor’s legs in his lap. He looked more closely around the room, not wishing to be caught off guard by more princes materialising from the walls and sure enough there was Curufin fiddling with some metal rods on the windowsill and Amras helping Celegorm untangle some kind of snare.

He was no more sure about what was going on than he was before. ‘Are you just going to stand there?’ Curufin raised an eyebrow in that uniquely Feanorian manner that he saw far too much in his chosen career path. ‘We’ll be there for the meeting at noon, we’d prefer to be left in our own company until then. Give us two hours.’ He backed away to the door in a daze without any further prompting necessary to make him want to get away from whatever was going on here.

That many Feanorians in a room, fully alert, and wishing to keep their conversation secret even from their own vassals? Governments, monarchies, even gods should be getting very nervous for their job stability. The brothers came out of the room two hours later without a detailed plan to stage a coup. There did however appear 14 essays on the history of Kuzdhul, 4 new operas, a detailed sketch comparison of different methods of trapping wild boar, 17 embroidered blankets, a prototype for a new tool for forge use and twenty mended deer traps. The kitchens also noted the loss of a concerning amount of pastries and caffeinated beverages.

[mercwiththem0uth]

Agh, hi, i love your drabbles! i've read every single one so i know you've already covered it a bit, but i would love to read something about caring for an emotionally distraught Ross, on account of all the being called worthless scum who'll never amount to anything everyday. What do you think? 💜

hi!! thank you for your kind words about my work and for your request - i would love to do this for you! i wasn't entirely sure how you'd like this to be written, so i've gone for ross x gender neutral reader. i hope this is okay! let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy :)

p.s, i do have other inboxes/requests which i will reply to as soon as possible! i'm not ignoring anyone! <3

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Ross Gaines - "Worthless Scum"

Summary: [Ross x GNreader] Ross gradually becomes worn down by Pauline's relentless bullying, and seeks comfort in the arms of his favourite person.

The look on his face as he entered through the front door to our shared apartment almost ripped my heart in two. His eyes, once bright and full of wisdom, now dull and sad. His mouth, soft lips normally smirking or twitching with intense interest, now down-turned in a melancholy frown. His face, usually so clean and smooth to the touch, now tainted with smears of dried blood, and roughened due to weeks of tiring work and pain.

This had seemed to get progressively worse over the past week or so. When he was first assigned the job of investigating a restart officer at the local job centre, neither of us imagined what horrors he would return home with every night. It started with simple, belittling comments and rude remarks from the woman he called 'Pauline', but with each passing day he'd start showing up with random bruises and telling me heinous stories of being beaten and physically attacked.

Of course I was horrified, I had begged him to report her, or at least refuse to continue working until she was fired. But Ross was stubborn, he always had been. Especially when it came to his job.

It was only a few evenings ago that he had come glumly walking into the apartment, his expression laced with unusual sadness. I was stood cooking for the two of us and expected him to give me a usual 'hello' kiss, but instead he glanced at me with a weak smile and walked straight to the shower, sighing heavily as he went. When he reappeared to eat dinner, I had tried asking him if he was okay, but he just nodded his head and changed the subject. Our evening meal was usually one of the favourite parts of our day, getting to finally spend time together and catch eachother up about our day. But this particular evening, it was quiet. He usually doused in my home-cooked meals, but he barely ate anything this night, pushing it around with his cutlery. As we cleaned up, I tried again to see what was wrong, but he dismissed me and said he just needed an early night, before taking himself to bed.

It was very strange behaviour for Ross. And this carried on up until today. I gasped aloud at the sight of him, immediately rushing towards him and placing my hands on his arms. "My god, Ross! Please... tell me what's going on" I could barely whisper as my eyes examined him, riddled with anxiety and dread as I couldn't wait any longer to find out what had been bothering my significant other.

I watched as he opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as no words came out, only a broken squeak. Hot tears immediately filled his eyes as he shook his head, falling limp as I pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. We stayed still for a while, allowing him to cry into my neck as my hands rubbed soothingly against his back and across his hair. I had never really seen Ross cry before. He had always been very selfless with his feelings and didn't communicate them much with me - apart from the things he deemed important. He was a very headstrong man, extremely patient too, so seeing him so distraught almost made me break down along with him.

When the sobbing had quietened, I held him at an arms length and gently wiped the stray tears away, trying to read his face for answers. "Talk to me, baby." We didn't use pet names very often, but this felt necessary. He sighed and lowered his head, looking at the floor for a moment. "Let's sit down" I said gently, leading him to the sofa and perching next to him. He took a shaky breath as I held one of his hands in mine.

"It's Pauline..."

He went on about how awful the past week had been. He didn't think that she could get any worse than she already had been, but he was wrong. The beatings, the insults...

"It must be true," he wailed, fresh tears falling as he continued to talk, "I'm obviously not good enough. I'll never amount to anything." I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. I was baffled, to put it simply. I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arm around his back.

"Ross... You are the smartest man I've ever met. You don't seriously believe any of that?"

I felt his shoulders raise and fall again with a dismissive shrug. "Being an internal investigator isn't much, is it?" His voice was angry, but he spoke so gently, almost as if he was questioning the very words out of his own mouth and was asking if I agreed or not.

"That's not true. I know you don't even believe that." I squeezed his shoulders as I spoke. "It's a really interesting job, you're so good at it. And you love it, which is all that matters anyway."

He shook his head with a whisper. "Not anymore." My heart broke hearing him admit that. Ross has always been a workaholic, he has stated to me many times that before our relationship, all he knew was working, work, and even more work. And now he's falling out of love with his job? Pauline should be grateful that I don't know what she looks like, otherwise she'd be getting a hard slap.

"Oh, Ross" I sighed, pulling him into me for another hug, tears still pouring from his eyes, wetting my shirt. "No matter what you do from here, whatever you decide is best for you, I will always be so proud of you. I love you so much." I felt his head raise as he tilted to look up at me, eyes glistening. I stroked against his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they had slipped, "You have always done me so proud. And you should be proud of yourself too. For everything. Don't you dare listen to whatever Pauline has said, you're a very successful man with the biggest heart, and I'm so lucky to love you."

I reached to grab a tissue from the coffee table and dabbed it under his eyes.

"I'm so lucky to be loved by you" he choked out in a whisper.

I smiled before laying down onto the sofa and extending my arms up towards him, welcoming him in for a cuddle. He curled into me, his head on my chest, letting me pepper small kisses all over his forehead. Some time had passed, and I was sure he had fallen asleep. My own eyes were getting heavy, and it was only until he mumbled my name that I realised he was still awake.

"Hmm?" I hummed, tilting my head down to look at him.

"Thank you." He murmured, reaching for my hand to press a small kiss to my knuckle.

When I didn't say anything, he turned his head to make eye contact with me. "What?"

I stayed quiet for a moment, allowing myself to think. "Please don't feel like you have to hide anything from me ever again. I'll always want to help you." I spoke sweetly but firmly, making sure he knew I was being serious.

With a small nod of his head, I smiled at him and leaned down towards him for a kiss. He puckered his lips and closed his eyes in anticipation, but opened them again when nothing happened. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at me inches away from his face, "What's wrong?"

"You've still got blood all over your nose" I chuckled, grabbing him by the hand and leading him towards the bathroom to clean him up.

[bestiesenpai]

Hostage - Okkotsu Yuta

At first when I saw this my internal response was that there was nothing that I really wanted to write, no scenario that would warrant answering such a question. But I’ve given it time and well...what better thing to write than a horny for love delusional yandere? Gender neutral and Okkotsu in this has graduated from the school, I imagine him to be mid-20s 4.8k words

Content warnings: yandere shit(which in this context includes kidnapping, past stalking and being really fucking creepy), manipulation, noncon hand job

How long had you been here in this dark basement with only a red couch and a TV that wouldn’t turn on? There wasn’t a single window to tell you if it was day or night, no clock on the wall to say if it had been ten minutes or ten hours since you were kidnapped. You didn’t even know who could have taken you, knocked out from behind after hearing a mysterious voice.

There wasn’t a single lead to go on except for the fact that you would pass out from time to time and wake up to food on the low coffee table, hot meals that helped to soothe your otherwise empty mind and body for however short a time it allowed. Sometimes there would be candy stuffed into your pockets as well, candy that you never ate and let pile up in one of the corners of the room.

The door at the top of the stairs leading down to where you were stayed locked at all times and no amount of banging and screaming and trying to break it down worked. All your efforts were for nothing, you didn’t even make a scratch in the wood.

Whoever put you down here seemed too hesitant to show you their identity. You never heard anyone outside the door and whenever you thought you did, you would wake up however many hours later with food and no recollection of what happened before then.

Until today, when the door silently swayed open and there was the barely there tap of footsteps coming down to greet you. Scurrying behind the couch and crouching down, you were scared to finally meet your captor.

“Hello there.” He wasn’t at all what you imagined. A young man with noticeable bags under his eyes, hair with a few strands that fell into his face and an otherwise unassuming and slim build. His voice was soft and gentle like he was talking to a baby as he roused them from slumber.

He immediately noticed the way you were trying to stay away from him, making sure to keep the couch between you as he rounded it. A sad sigh left his lips, a short sound like he was already getting frustrated with what you were doing.

“Darling, why don’t you sit down? There’s a lot to discuss.” Gesturing toward the couch, he took a seat at the end. It was then that you noticed the sheathed sword he had on his back as he took it off and laid it on the table.

Your mouth hadn’t been used to speak to anyone in a long time, tongue heavy and foreign in your mouth. Having given up screaming for help a long time ago, you didn’t speak to anyone unless to yourself, and even then it had devolved to being just thoughts in your head.

So you shook your head no, trying to keep your sudden anxious breathing down to a minimum. You’d waited for this day to finally see who took you but now that he was here in front of you, just his presence brought you great stress.

“Are you feeling okay?” The man asked again, brows furrowing slightly. The look of genuine concern on his face is what caused you to speak, spiking anger in your heart.

“No!” You shouted, surprising both him and yourself.

“Why don’t you sit down, hm?” He patted the cushion next to him and you shook your head harder.

“No, no. L-let me go!” Tears were already beginning to collect in your eyes, some spilling out the sides. Were they from anger at being held captive? From how concerned he looked when he was the one who put you there? Was it from fear of what he could do to you? Perhaps hopelessness at the whole situation was starting to set into places you tried so hard to keep it out of.

“You shouldn’t yell, (Y/N), it’s not good for your throat.”

“What the fuck would you know.” Now anger was truly taking residency inside your chest, making it tighten with each pounding beat of your heart. This man had the nerve to call you by your first name as if he was a friend, the syllables rolling so smoothly off his tongue it sounded as if he had said it a hundred times.

“Don’t swear at me.” He snapped, face immediately going hard as he stared you down. The look made a shiver go down your spine, the anger quickly making space for fear to come as well. He sighed again, glancing at his sword before looking at you again. “Now please, won’t you sit down?”

This time when he asked, you listened. Hovering on the very edge of the cushion farthest from him, your entire body was painfully stiff and unyielding even to your own breathing. It was different when you were standing and he was sitting, it felt like there was a level of control that you still had.

But this felt like you were just a pitiful little rabbit with their neck caught right in a lion's mouth.

“Oh darling don’t cry, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” His tone immediately shifted back to the soft and gentle one from earlier. Reaching his hand out, he stopped short of touching your arm when you curled yourself away. Putting his hand into a fist and tucking it back into his lap, he let out a sharp exhale. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t touch you, should I? You must be nervous now that I’m here.”

Sniffling and nodding were all you could do to answer him. Maybe there was a logical reason he might have taken you, there had to be a solution to whatever problem he had that involved you.

“It’s funny, I’d say. We’re soulmates and yet we’re still so nervous with each other.”

What?

“Why, it took me almost two weeks just to do this much! I finally stopped having Inumaki put you to sleep and-”

Huh?

“Before you know it this will all be a distant memory, we’ll be living together-”

“Wh-what the fuck.” Your voice was meek and trembling and there were fat tears streaming down your face that couldn’t be stopped now. Listening to this man go on and on about this life he’d made for the two of you all in his head was going to drive you insane.

“What was that?” He paused, a hopeful smile on his face. Glancing at him, you set your bleary eyes on the sword.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” As the swear left your lips, you flinched at his sudden inhale. “I-I don’t- I don’t know you. We’ve never met.” Burrowing your face in your hands was probably a bad idea, it was probably best to keep him in your line of sight, but you just couldn’t face him.

“Physically we’ve never met, but our hearts have. Our souls are connected, we just had to find each other.” There was a dip in the cushions and the ghost of his knee brushed yours.

“I don’t even know your name!” You croaked, further curling in on yourself by dropping your head to your knees. At this rate you were set to fall off the couch and onto the floor and you welcomed the reprieve not being next to him would bring.

“I’m Yuta. Yuta Okkotsu.” The first touch of his fingers on your shoulder made you yelp and jerk away, and you could imagine his hand hovering in the air. “But you can just call me your boyfriend, okay?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Getting up from the couch the second time he touched you, you pressed yourself against the furthest wall next to a chess table with no pieces.

“Darling-”

“No, don’t fucking call me that!” Stamping your foot on the ground, you ignored his warning tone.

“(Y/N), I told you-”

“I don’t give a damn! I don’t want to be part of whatever bullshit you said earlier! Just- just let me go!” You were getting hysterical at this point, your whole body was hot and sweaty and your face was on fire. It was hard to hear anything over the ringing and pounding in your ears giving you headache.

Except you were able to hear the sound of a knife going through the air and feel it graze your cheek before sticking into the wall behind you. Everything fell away as you looked at the silver blade glinting in the harsh fluorescent light above you. There was just the tiniest hint of red at the edge, further proof that what you felt was real.

“I don’t mind you getting upset, I don’t mind you yelling and screaming at me. It’s a normal reaction to such a new situation.” Yuta’s low voice cut through the sudden silence and he stood up slowly, swaying slightly on his feet before planting them firmly on the ground. “But what I won’t have is such ugly words coming out of your mouth. That type of language doesn’t belong in a mouth as pretty as yours.”

He walked over to you slowly, building the tension with every step he took. It was then that you noticed, when he was only a foot away, that the silver of the knife matched the silver buttons on his shirt.

“If I have to remind you again, I promise I won’t miss.” Letting the sentence hang in the air, Yuta gave you a once over before grabbing onto your wrist and upper arm tightly and dragging you back to the couch. His strength was much more than you first assumed, there wasn’t a chance in hell that you could ever hope to wiggle out of his hold.

Sitting down with a huff, he pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him. Putting your hands on his shoulders, he settled his on your hips, making sure you were properly seated on his outstretched legs. Staring at the buttons on his shirt, you tried to avoid getting too close - keeping at least some semblance of an arms length between you and making sure your sex was far from his.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” It was amazing how easily his mood shifted from one to the other. What had just been a quite heavy and intense moment was washed away by a little uptick of his lips and the tilt of his head to the side.

The things you wished to say were lodged in your mouth, waiting on the tip of your tongue for you to open up and let them fall out. But you couldn’t afford to keep testing his patience like this, not after what just happened.

“I suppose.” So you bite your tongue hard and say what you think will get you closer to getting out. Whatever it is he wants you can give him so long as it keeps him happy and lets you walk free.

“I knew you’d come around.” The smile on Yuta’s face takes proper form, pushing the apples of his cheeks up and wrinkling his eyes. One hand on your hips dares to venture further onto the small of your back. The warmth of his palm would be comforting in another setting.

“Y-yuta.” It almost makes you sick to say his name.

“Yes?” It makes his eyes light up.

“When will I get to leave?” Somewhere along the line you’d stopped crying and now only your eyes burned with the memory of the tears.

“When I know you’re ready, (Y/N).” He said softly, rubbing a hand on your back.

“Ready how?”

“I just want to make sure of a few things before we start our new life together. Is that okay?”

Did you really have a choice?

“What things?” You pushed, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Don’t worry about that right now. We’re together now and that’s all that matters.”

“Please tell me, I really want to know.”

“(Y/N).” He sang your name but it was anything but cheery. “I don’t want to talk about that right now, so drop it please.” Even though he was speaking his mouth barely moved, jaw locked tight in hardly hidden frustration.

“Okay.” You quickly let the subject go.

“Now darling…” Yuta brought a hand up to your face, trailing his fingers down your cheek softly. “Won’t you smile for me? You have such a pretty smile.”

The question of how he knew what your smile looked like cropped up in your head but you quickly stamped it out. Now wasn’t the time to worry about those things. Doing as he asked, you gave him your best smile.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” Skimming his thumb along your bottom lip, Yuta grasped your chin in his fingers. “I’ve been missing your smile so much lately, the recent missions I’ve been on have really put a damper on my mood.”

“I’m- I’m sorry to hear that.” Extending an olive branch wouldn’t hurt, right? It was clear he wanted your compliance in this scheme of his, desperate to have you love him. Your words shot straight into Yuta’s heart, making him bite his lip in to stop a shy giggle from coming out.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I have my darling with me.” A light blush went over his cheeks and Yuta let a sliver of the giggle out. “But there is something that would make me feel even better.”

“What’s that?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant when his thumb touched your lip again.

“A kiss. Just one, I promise.” Licking his own lips, Yuta grabbed onto your jaw more firmly. “I swear I’ll be gentle.” Weighing your options, the inkling that it wouldn’t be ‘just one’ was in the back of your head. But as long as it stayed just kissing, maybe you’d be okay.

“One.” You repeated, allowing him to pull you in and close the gap between you. Kissing Yuta was something that, once again, would feel nice in any other circumstance. The texture of his lips wasn’t bad, his breath didn’t smell and he seemed to know what he was doing. Maybe in another world, you really could have been soulmates.

Breaking the first kiss to take a short inhale, Yuta immediately went in for another. The hand that was on your jaw slid up to the back of your head, holding it firmly in his calloused hand to make sure you didn’t move.

“Y-yuta!” Whining against his lips, you tried to push away from him.

“Just one, I know! I know but-” He mumbled back, the tip of his tongue daring to touch your pursed lips. “I can’t help it, I love you so much.” Crushing you against him, Yuta got his tongue into your mouth when you gasped for air. The urge to bite him arose and you almost did, but he pulled away right as you made the decision to.

“You said only one!” Giving his chest a hard push, you wiped the spit off your lips in disgust.

“I know, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Putting his hands on your back, Yuta grimaced at you. “I’m sorry darling, I just got excited! I’ve been dreaming of kissing you for so long, can you blame me for wanting more?”

You could blame him for that and a few other things. Wiping your mouth off again, you huffed angrily and avoided his sorry eyes.

“Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t lie to you anymore, I promise.” Yuta mumbled, already forcing you closer again. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Yuta, no.” Shaking your head, you put a hand over your mouth. The blush that was on Yuta’s cheeks got darker and a hand gripped the back of your neck.

“It may be a bit soon, but there are other places where I can kiss you.” Latching his lips onto the side of your neck, Yuta sucked on the skin lightly. He didn’t want to leave any unseemly marks on you and he wouldn’t dream of using his teeth.

“Yuta, get off.” Tugging on his collar, you squirmed at the feeling. “P-please, Yuta, get off.” You were getting more desperate by the moment, accelerated by his lips going down the column of your throat and to the collar of your top.

“I just want to kiss you, (Y/N).”

“No, no I don’t-” As his head nudged your chin up, you started to sweat and really yank at the fabric in your hands. “I don’t want you to kiss me there, Yuta!” Your voice reached a crescendo and the soft sound of his kisses stopped. Pulling away slowly, Yuta kept his head ducked down.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Releasing the hold on your neck, Yuta smooths his hand down your back once more and threads his fingers together at the base of your spine.

Struggling to catch your breath, you force yourself to relax and let your head dip down, uncurling the fingers fisting the fabric of Yutas shirt and letting the blood naturally flow back to them.

As the silent seconds tick by, there’s something that comes into your consciousness that can’t be ignored. There’s already a good amount of heat built up between you and Yuta from the kisses you shared and the struggle that ensued.

But was he that much of a repressed man that just kissing your lips and neck had his cock standing at half attention? It seemed so, because when you made a face at it, he chuckled sheepishly.

“Sorry.” Yuta wasn’t sorry for what was happening. He didn’t feel remorse for any of this, especially not the thing that was causing you distress now. It was only natural for such a reaction to occur! You were squirming so much on his lap while he kissed you that it was like you were begging him to get hard.

Gently raking his nails up and down your back, Yuta stared hard at your lips. His gaze almost pierced right through you and he wasn’t subtle about wanting another kiss. Another slurry of apologies left Yuta’s lips as he once again grabbed the back of your head and forced you to kiss him. His words got mushed together, spoken against your lips as he tried to work his tongue into your mouth.

Whatever screams of protest you had didn’t matter in this moment, Yuta was a man on a mission and desperate to take what was his. He felt bad about pushing your boundaries and ruining the chance of growing an actual relationship any time soon, but those were things he was willing to sacrifice.

And after all, good boyfriends help their partners grow in uncomfortable situations.

Moaning in a high pitch when your crotch just barely grazed his, Yuta took advantage of the fact you were too busy trying to push him away to focus on your lower half. Grabbing you tightly at the hips, he dragged you forward and fully pushed you against the front of his pants.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He panted as he moved your bodies in tandem, getting bolder and bucking his hips like a sad teenager dry humping for the first time. This continued for a while and you were sure he was going to cum when he suddenly stopped and flopped his head back against the couch.

Fervently wiping off your lips, the urge to slap him came over you in a blinding rage, and you quickly swiped your hand down. Fully expecting to make contact with his face, you put all the strength you could into the motion only to be stopped by Yuta grabbing your wrist.

“Hitting isn’t very nice, (Y/N).” He sounded like a disappointed preschool teacher and when you raised your other hand to try and slap him he caught that one as well. Holding both your wrists tightly in his grasp, Yuta stared at your heaving chest as he thought about what to do.

“Let me go.” You said, trying to tug yourself free.

“Sshh, I’m thinking.” His eyes wouldn’t leave your chest and he licked his lips. “I think I know a better use for your hands.” Letting go of one of them, Yuta was quick to go to the button on his jeans and undo them.

Your fingers were touching his clothed cock before you had a chance to protest. The speed Yuta moved at was dizzying and you seemed to be about 10 seconds behind him, left to scramble and catch up on whatever he’d done.

“Just a little, please?” Yuta whined and gripped your fingers around his cock, digging into the fabric of his dark underwear and outlining the shape of his cock.

“Yuta…” Back were the tears, a light misting this time that blurred your vision. It was gross touching him, even as the scent of a minty body wash rolled off him. This was gross, the heat from his cock and the way the skin moved beneath your fingers all felt horribly off.

“Just be good for me, (Y/N), I know you can do that.” Giving your lips a quick peck, Yuta let out a shaky exhale. His hand was holding yours so tightly your hand pulsed, throbbing from lack of circulation.

Touching him through his underwear quickly became not enough for Yuta and he hurriedly pulled his cock out, shoving his underwear down his thighs a bit to make more room. Unbuttoning the large overshirt he had on, Yuta let out another exhale as the sweat evaporated off his body.

“Are you shy? Here, touch it like this.” Gingerly now he wrapped your hand around his shaft, squeezing with just enough pressure to make sure you were really holding it. You tried to avoid looking at it, staring at the tanktop Yuta had on underneath his other shirt.

Tilting your head up, he kissed you gently as he worked your hand up and down his cock, slowly loosening his hold the longer he went until he was able to let go and you were still stroking him.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. “So, so much.” You whimpered in response, keeping your eyes tightly closed to avoid looking at him. “I’ve followed you for so long now, it feels amazing to finally be here with you.”

“Followed?” You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to know, you didn’t-

“Six months. For six long, agonizing months I watched you from the shadows. Making sure you were safe, following you home from work to make sure no one messed with you, going into your home when you weren’t there to make sure you didn’t have the stove on-”

“Stop.” Sniffling back another wave of tears, you shook your head. “I-I can’t, please-”

“You’re right, I’m killing the mood.” Chuckling softly, Yuta kissed at the corner of your eye. Putting his hand back on yours, he sped up the pace and bucked his hips up. “A-and I really don’t want to do that.”

Kissing you again lest he start rambling again, Yuta moaned freely into your mouth. He had dreamed of this moment and so many others, staying up late at night just fantasizing about you touching him and finally being in his arms.

To say he was pent up was an understatement. Ever since he saw you, Yuta vowed not to touch himself, wanting you to be the only one that gave him such pleasure. It was a painful wait, but every time he saw you he knew it was worth it - and it was. He was already nearing an orgasm and it hadn’t even been that long.

“Oh darling-” His face started to screw up and Yuta broke the kiss, putting his head on your shoulder and making your hand go faster. “God I love you, (Y/N)! I lo-love-” He was babbling now, unable to focus on any full sentence coming out of his mouth. “Say it- tell me.”

“Say what?” You asked, struggling to keep your breathing even as you felt him get closer to the edge.

“You love me. Tell me you- tell me you love me, even if it’s not true yet.” Yuta was so close it hurt, but he refused to cum unless you said those words.

“I-I-” The desire to not say it was strong, keeping you from really forming the words. It wasn’t true right now and it would never be true. You would never love Yuta for as long as you lived.

“Say it, say it please!” Yuta wailed, his other hand gripping your waist so hard you were afraid he was going to break something. “I love you so much, just say it back!”

“I love you! Yuta, I love you, okay?” His hold was really starting to hurt and as soon as you said it, he let go. “I love you, I love you.” You repeated over and over until his body locked up and he came with an almost sobbing moan.

“Oh god, darling, I love you.” Yuta wasn’t crying but he might as well have been. His hand stopped for a brief moment before continuing, coating the back of his hand and your fingers in his cum. He kept going until he was able to squeeze the last drop of cum out of him, swiping at the tip with his thumb until the sensation began to hurt.

It was too quiet now in the room without Yuta’s frantic breathing and mindless babbles. Taking deep, gasping breaths, he forced himself to calm down and let go of your hand, letting his softening cock fall down against him.

“Here.” In his pocket he had a handkerchief and Yuta wiped your hand clean, diligently going between the digits and getting every last pearly drop. Throwing it onto the coffee table, Yuta collapsed back onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

His face was impossibly blissed out, a dopey smile stretching his face and showing off his teeth. He couldn’t be happier in this moment, the weight of your body on his lap a constant reminder that this was real life, the reality that he had been dreaming of and striving for for so long.

The door he had entered from creaked open much faster than when he entered, and there were thundering footsteps descending the stairs quickly. Yuta immediately perked up, hugging you close to his chest as he turned over his shoulder to look at who came in.

“This is a surprise.” There was a tall, lanky man standing at the bottom of the steps, his white hair sticking up in all directions. You wondered how he could see with a blindfold on and Yuta seemed happy to see him.

“Gojo, hello!” Rushing to fix his pants, Yuta helped you off his lap and stood up.

“I see you’ve finally made yourself acquainted.” Gojo grinned, his head flicking towards you for a moment.

“Mhmm! We uh- we’re having a great time getting to know each other.” Yuta flushed, trying to not make it obvious that his pants had just been undone and that you’d just been jerking him off.

“Well I hate to break up a happy couple, but there’s a visitor here for you. I think you’re going to have another mission soon.”

“Really, so soon? I just-” Glancing at you, Yuta bit his tongue. “I’ll be back soon.” Grabbing his sword and the knife still stuck in the wall, Yuta gave you one more look before walking past Gojo and up the stairs. As soon as the door clicked closed, you shot up from the couch and walked around to Gojo.

“Please, you have to help me, get me out of here!” Clasping your hands together in front of you, you pleaded as hard as you could. “H-he’s absolutely crazy, please help me!” Unable to look Gojo in the eye, you could only assume he was looking back at you from the way his head moved.

“That’s not very nice, now is it?” He questioned, quirking a brow and crossing his arms. “Yuta loves you so much, you shouldn’t say those things about him.”

“Sir please, you don’t understand!” Shaking your head hard, you let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t belong here! He kidnapped me, don’t you understand?!” It felt like you were the only sane one left in the world. Gojo chuckled and sighed, placing a large hand on the top of your head and leaning forward.

“Actually, Yuta wasn’t the one that actually kidnapped you.” A soft ‘no’ escaped your lips and Gojo laughed again, drinking in the sinking feeling in your gut and the way it twisted your face in agony. “It was me.”

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Epilogue II (During)

I went off script here.

Loosely follows the events of TF but I made some changes to fit the story, there's no Tom for one. (I didn't include him in the main story so it wouldn't have made sense to me to include him out of nowhere)

There are a few other changes for angst / dramatic purposes and I hope you enjoy.

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader (Spills)

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader (Spills)

Word Count: 6.6k (it do be like that sometimes)

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy 18+ (NO MINORS) Mentions of p in v sex, hand stuff? Implied violence, descriptions of an injury, (all the warnings of TF) Language, ANGST. Fluffy parent stuff.

(Please let me know if I'm missing anything!)

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When you woke up he was already downstairs. Luna was fed, the kitchen was clean and your breakfast was set on the table; coffee still steaming.

You gave him a quiet thank you as you ate as much as you could but it was difficult, the bad feeling was making your stomach roll and you put the rest away while he put cartoons on for Luna.

You kept quiet.

All of the emotions were pumping through your veins and it was hard to settle on one so you kept quiet, hoping that meant focusing on none of them. You were quiet for a long time.

“Spills, honey, are you going to ignore me?” He was standing just outside the kitchen while you served Luna her lunch.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m processing.” You genuinely tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice but it came through nonetheless.

“Is there anything I can do to take that away? Anything I can say for you to be okay with this?” You heard the question under the question.

Anything I can do for you to go back to normal? Can we just pretend this isn’t happening?

“You could have told Pope that you’re a father and your pregnant partner needs you. That your daughter and the son that will be here sooner than you think need you. You could tell me that you’re not going on a trip that I can’t really know about to do something you can’t really tell me about for an amount of money you won’t specify. All of those things would probably get me back to normal.” Your voice was pure acid and he flinched slightly. “You could have waited to hear what I thought and maybe taken your family into account before you made this apparently life altering decision on your own. Take your pick.”

You walked past him to put the food down in front of Luna. He didn’t respond.

The whole day was filled with a heavy tension and you tried to busy yourself with getting the baby’s room ready. He had painted the spare room a warm grey, brought in Luna’s changing table and some other baby things that she no longer needed. Her crib stood in the corner, having been moved into the nursery in order to get her a big-girl bed. You focused on the baby things you’d washed in preparation for him, on getting them folded and put away in his drawers. There was still so much to do.

Francis kept his distance, giving you your space while you organized things. It was beautiful Saturday, the weather clear outside and he softly called out that he was taking Luna to the beach. You gave them a soft goodbye and they went. He would be leaving on Monday morning, and like it or not - you would have to deal.

You sat in the rocking chair for a long time, the motion of it soothing the unruly child inside.

What are we going to name you huh?

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You heard Luna calling out loud mama’s a few hours later and you made your way downstairs. He’d picked up dinner and was putting it on the table; your favourite. The anger and hurt burned in your belly but it was so hard to stay upset at him, he was pure comfort. He was soft and beautiful and despite all of the years and the problems you’d had in the past - your heart still raced when he smiled at you.

You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face against his back. He smelled like the ocean and like him, like your daughter and home. His hands held yours to his stomach and he turned quickly, wrapping you up in a fierce hug.

“I’m really hurt and angry at you.” You spoke into the base of his throat and you felt him sigh, he kept silent as he rubbed at your back, working the tension away from your shoulders.

“I know honey, I know.” He kissed the top of your head and you pulled away to feed your daughter.

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The next day was worse.

It was as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop and you couldn’t focus. Your parents had come to pick up Luna for the day and it was just the two of you. You told your mother what was happening and while she didn’t agree with his decision, she didn’t say anything. You wouldn’t allow it, you wanted her support - not her opinion on how the two of you lived your lives. Instead you asked her to stay with you for the days he’d be gone and she agreed.

You moved through the house, cooking and cleaning in silence. He would be gone tomorrow morning and there was nothing you could say to shake him out of this.

Please, please let him be okay. Please let this go smoothly and let him be home by the weekend.

He was at the edge of everything you did, his need to comfort you compelling him to watch silently from the sidelines. Stepping in wordlessly to help with anything you struggled with whether it was folding sheets or reaching for something in a cupboard. You had a pattern when you argued, always quiet at first - always tentative and respectful of each other. Sex, and then laughter.

When you got into bed that night it went like it always did. He apologized with his body - pulling you so your back met the wall of his chest. Silent kisses on your neck. His big hand reaching around to glide against your clit and pulling a cloud-soft orgasm out of you in the darkness of your room.

He was moving, pulling your bottoms down and manoeuvring so he could enter you from behind, equal parts filthy with his moans in your ear and tender with his hand on your belly. He pulled every ounce of pleasure out of you, held you close and told you he loved you - but the laughter never came.

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His daughter’s hair was in his face as he hugged her tightly, her little hands on his face while they walked through the airport. She was so upset, but he knew things would be fine. When he got back she’d forgive him and the second part of their lives could begin. His hand was tight around hers, holding onto her for dear life.

“What time is your flight?” Her voice was so soft and it hurt him to hear the sadness in it, but it would pass. It had to.

“They should be boarding soon - I’ll call you as soon as I land. While I’m in the air I won’t be able to communicate, but I’ll call you again once I find a phone.” He was putting his daughter into her stroller despite her protests. Her little cries of dada, up breaking his heart a little more.

“So, I won’t be able to call you? I won’t be able to reach you at all until you finish...whatever it is you’re doing?” Her arms were crossed over her belly and part of him wanted to laugh - wanted to kiss her breathless and do something funny so she’d laugh. So she’d give him a smile before he left but that would not work right now.

“No, my cellphone will be useless, I’m going to turn it off, but I will call you once I get there and as soon as I’m done-” He pulled her forward, uncrossing her arms to wrap them around his neck; needing her warmth before he left. “-honey, I love you and I know you’re angry - but you’ll see, I’m doing this for-” She pulled away from him then, her eyes shining with anger.

“Don’t. Don’t say that - you are not doing this for us. You’re doing this for you. We just want you, Luna just wants her dad and I just want my partner. I want the love of my life to stay with me, not go off into the jungle or god knows fucking where and quite possibly risk his life. I don’t even know because you won’t tell me.” Her voice was low so as not to cause a scene, but the tone was iron. The tears falling onto her chest.

His daughter was crying, picking up on the anger and unused to being denied by him.

“Stop using us as an excuse, you’re refusing to see the risk and the overall weirdness of this whole thing. I want you to stay Francis. Fuck the trip and the ticket and tell Pope to get someone else.” She held his daughter in her arms. He couldn’t go back now.

“I’ll call you when I land. I love you.” He kissed her forehead, kissed his daughter.

“No you don’t, you can’t love me and do this.” She walked away, taking his children with her.

It was the longest flight of his life.

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The drive home was an absolute nightmare. Luna was inconsolable; screaming the whole way for her dad and all you could do was try to speak to her in soft tones. The tears almost blinded you as you made your way back to your house. Luckily she settled a bit in the familiar setting, forgetting about her dad being away while she played with her toys. The baby was kicking up a storm, unsettled and violent inside and you could barely stand.

When your mother arrived with her overnight bag you disappeared into your bathroom. Using the time she was there to take a long bath, it usually helped relax you. Would have been better if Francis was here to rub your back like he usually did but you tried not to think about it.

Bedtime was another battle with Luna, her usual routine of cuddling with her daddy on the couch disrupted and her response was to throw a tantrum. Francis called while she was screaming and it was hard not to lay into him again for throwing this goddamn wrench into the life you had together.

“What’s wrong?” He sounded worried, good.

“You fucked up her routine. She’s supposed to be cuddling with you on the couch right now and she’s confused as to why you aren’t here.” You held the phone with your shoulder while trying to soothe her, your mother was heating up some milk for her to see if that would help.

“Oh god, I’m sorry honey - hopefully she’ll settle down soon. I miss her so much, miss both of you. I missed you as you walked away.” His voice was soft and you closed your eyes to keep from crying.

“I miss you too Francis. How was your flight?” You took a deep breath, focusing on his voice but Luna wasn’t having any of it. “Maybe if she hears your voice, I’m going to put you on speaker. Just speak so she can hear you.”

“Little moon, it’s bed time - are you ready for bed? Are you being good for mama?” He was speaking loudly and She quieted, perking up to look at you. You stroked her hair and pulled her close to try and get her to calm down and it worked.

“Keep talking Francis - she’s listening to you.” You put the phone on your chest above her head so she could hear. Your mom came then with the warm milk and she took it, drinking as she listened to her dad.

“Little moon - I love you - I miss you and I’m going to be back soon so we can play in the water. We can go for a walk and watch tv. Did you eat dinner? I hope so - hope you’re being good for grandma. I’m going to tell abuela and abuelo to come see you tomorrow.” He spoke for a long time, about his flight and the ride to the hotel and she fell asleep listening to him.

“Thank you. She’s asleep.” You were quiet. “Can you send me a recording or something of your voice so I can play it for her tomorrow?” You were scared that if he didn’t call - this would be much worse. Your mother was giving you a sad look, keeping her thoughts to herself. He didn’t respond for a minute and you could tell it affected him.

“Yes of course. I love you honey. I love all of you. Get some sleep.” He was going to hang up.

“Wait! Francis, wait-” You had to tell him.

“Yes? I’m here.”

“I love you - please be careful.” You had your eyes closed, putting all of your feelings into the words and willing them to be a sort of blessing.

“Of course, I’ll be careful - Talk to you in a couple of days. Love you.” He hung up and you sat there, rubbing her little back and after a little while a fifteen minute recording came through.

[Francis❤️]: for Luna, and for you, turning my phone off now or the phone bill will be insane. Love you all.

[you]: love you too, thanks

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This is the first time in years that I’ve slept without you.

He missed her, missed her warmth beside him on the lumpy hotel bed. He missed the smell of her when he skimmed his nose along her shoulder. Missed the taste of her on his tongue when he kissed her, when he ate her cunt.

It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and he was ravenous for her. Wishing he could hear her tell him that she loved him, hear her laugh; hear her say his name.

He missed his daughter, missed her little weight on his chest, her unruly waves in his face and her little voice. He felt guilty then, second guessing his choice momentarily but he brushed it off. Focused on the mission, on having to get in the head space he promised never to get into again.

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This wasn’t what he’d signed up for, when Pope explained what he’d been doing over here - he knew Lorea had to die. They’d all agreed that Pope would be the one to pull the trigger but he didn’t expect that guard to come around the corner. He’d acted instinctively and done what he’d had to do. Couldn’t think about it now though.

He tried to shut it off, to put away the part of him that had shot the man in that house. The part of him that had done what he’d done and focused on getting them over the fucking Andes but they were too heavy.

It had all gone to absolute shit.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, it was supposed to be a simple job but they’d gotten greedy. Seeing all that money in the walls had made them frantic.

There was just too much of it to leave behind and now they were paying the price.

The flight had been fine as long as he stayed under five thousand feet but now with the mountains they weren’t going to make it.

“There’s a farmer's field over that ridge - put her down there!” Pope was yelling through the com and he nodded, his daughter's face, her face flashing through his mind as he braced himself for a hard landing.

The world went dark.

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Thursday-Spills

Luna would only sleep with her father’s voice in her ears but you refused to listen to his recording. It hurt too much.

Your mother would lay with her in bed, the little speaker in her room playing the recording over and over until she fell asleep. She never mentioned anything he said in it but urged you to listen. You brushed her off.

You were on edge all day, your stomach dropping every time you thought about Francis. He should be home today, he should have called two days ago but there had been no contact. The bad feeling - the bad taste in your mouth intensified.

When his mom - Ana - had called asking if you’d heard from him the tears came, something was wrong. She’d told you that you had to be strong, that he would come back. There was no way he’d leave you with the kids but you couldn’t help but think the worst.

“We’ll come pick up Luna for the day tomorrow mija, you have to relax and think of the baby.” She was speaking calmly and although you couldn’t see her, you knew she was worried. Could almost picture the look on her face.

“I know - I know, I’m just worried, okay see you tomorrow.” You hung up and tried to distract yourself. You cooked dinner, and tried to take a little walk with Luna. The beach wasn’t too far so you took her out there but she kept asking about her dad. Kept reminding you of his absence and you had no choice but to think about him.

By the time bedtime rolled around and your mom took her into her room you were almost frantic. You decided to send a text to his phone - maybe it would go through and he’d at least see it but it kept coming back as an error, ‘undeliverable’.

You stayed up all night.

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Thursday-Pope

“What did they say?” Will was staring up at him, Frankie’s leg was really badly hurt and the farmer who’s field they’d landed in had done his best.

“Said it’ll be at least a week before he can move.” The guilt was killing him, he never should have roped them into this mess. Taking out Lorea and making off with the money was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to go smoothly and they should have been home by now.

“She’s probably losing her mind, we have to find a way to let her know he’s okay.” Will was saying what he was thinking.

“I know, I’ll try to find a way to get access to a phone.” He answered before making his way to see Frankie. He was laying on the little makeshift cot, he was sweating, the fever had finally broken and he was on the mend, but he wouldn’t be able to walk for a little while. He looked frantic and when he saw Pope he moved to get up.

“Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself-” He held him down onto the bed, looking him square in the eye. “-stop, your leg is barely set and you’re going to rip out your stitches.” He crouched down to his level and he could see the anguish on his friend's face. He knew it had absolutely nothing to do with his injury.

“She’s waiting for me Pope, she’s pregnant and waiting for me and my kid is probably losing her mind. I promised, I promised I’d be back.” He was breaking down, so angry and nervous and he couldn’t blame him.

“I know hermano I know - I’m going to find a way to let her know. I need you to focus on getting better. We’re going to be stuck here a little while.” He didn’t want to say more. Didn’t want Frankie to force anything and get even more hurt.

He’d figure it out.

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Saturday

There was something terribly wrong.

He’d promised and promised repeatedly that he would be back within four days. He wouldn’t just leave you like this, no matter how much money he was being offered would he? For a brief moment you imagined him on a yacht somewhere rolling in money but it was laughable.

He was your soulmate, the love of your life; the father of your children and you’d overcome so much to be together. You knew there was absolutely no way he’d willingly abandon you.

So what did this mean? What could possibly have happened that he wasn’t responding?

There was one explanation that no matter how hard you tried to ignore, kept rearing its ugly head. He was dead.

You shivered, no. There was no way. If Francis died you’d surely feel it. His life, his spirit, his soul - whatever it was that was intertwined with yours in such a way. If that was gone from this world, you’d know. Your heart would tell you.

“You have to take it easy sweetheart.” Your mother pulled you out of your thoughts, You’d been distracting yourself by organizing your closet.

“I’m fine, this closet is a mess and I have to clear it out. Can’t have all this clutter.” You were bending over to pick up one of Francis’ flannel shirts to hang and it all overwhelmed you all of a sudden. It still smelled like him and you couldn’t help but break down.

“It’s going to be okay.” She came over and took the shirt out of your hands, her reassuring touch calming you the same way it did when you were a little girl.

“Mom, what if he’s hurt? What if he’s just hurt and alone somewhere?” The sobs were clawing at your chest, your throat burning from the pain of holding it in all day. She didn’t answer, there was no answer.

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Two weeks late

You were at the beach, Francis was holding your hand but there was something wrong.

“Francis, where are you?” You were asking him even though he was holding onto you.

“I’m right here. I’m always here.” He was laughing, with a windy smile and sparkling eyes but he looked wrong.

“But you aren’t, you’re not home - you promised me.” You were scared all of a sudden, he was pulling you into the water but you didn’t want to go. “Stop Francis, I don’t want to.” He wouldn’t stop.

“You have to - come with me, you have to.” He was bleeding, horrible and deathly pale and you screamed.

You woke with a gasp - the pain and the wetness pulling you out of your sleep and when you looked down your bottoms were wet, but it looked like blood.

“Mom!” You called her frantic and panicky. It was too early.

“What’s wrong? Oh god - okay calm down - I’m going to call an ambulance.” She rushed over to you, grabbing your cell phone from the bedside. Everything was moving too fast, it felt like the ambulance was there before she’d hung up. Luna was screaming, crying for you but you couldn’t carry her. Your mother took her in her arms and soothed her while they carried you down the stairs and into the ambulance.

“I’ll be here with her until your father gets here, once he does I’ll meet you there. I’m going to call Frankie’s parents. I’ll be with you soon sweetheart I promise.” She watched you go, your mother was a strong woman and she did not cry in front of you.

They rushed you into the emergency room once you arrived at the hospital and the pain was enough to make you scream.

Your mother was there within half an hour. Francisco’s mom too, both of them holding your hand as the OBGYN came in to tell you what had to be done.

“The baby has to come out now. The baby is in distress and we need to get him out, if not there could be permanent damage to both of you-” She was looking at your chart, noting your vitals. “-your blood pressure is far too high, this has to happen now.” She was staring at you, waiting for you to respond.

“I can’t - I can’t do this without him. He has to be here, Francis has to be here to hold my hand.” There was so much pain, deep in your belly, deep in your heart. How could anyone expect you to do this now? “It’s too early - the baby isn’t supposed to be here yet.” You were looking at your mom and she was shaking her head.

“It has to be now sweetheart, you have to be strong and do this without him.” Your mother was giving you an intense look, you knew she was right but you didn’t want her to be.

“We will be with you mija, he would want you to be strong. You can do this.” Francis’ mom openly cried, speaking on behalf of her son.

You nodded.

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The pain was horrific, your insides were on fire. This baby wasn’t being born, this baby was ripping it’s way out of you. Clawing you up from the inside out and you screamed.

“You’re doing great sweetheart, almost there!” Your mother was wiping your brow, encouraging you.

“I can see his head - almost mija, just another big push and he’ll be here.” Ana was holding your hand tightly, looking down to where the doctor's attention was focused.

The sweat was pouring off you and you felt so weak, this was miles away from Luna’s birth and you were terrified. You took a deep breath and gave it all you had, bearing down on her hand and pushing with a scream.

“There he is, he’s out- okay little guy let’s get you cleaned up.” The nurses took him away quickly and you were worried. Everyone was rushing and crowding your baby and worst of all, there was no crying.

“What’s going on?” Your mother wasn’t looking at you, she was watching them work on him and for a moment the implications almost knocked you off your feet but then you heard a loud, strong cry and the relief washed over you. The pain forgotten, he was okay.

“He’s fine mom, he’s okay.” The doctor brought him over, healthy and yelling his little lungs out and placed him on your chest. His hair was so dark, his little face scrunched up. “His airway was a little blocked up, and he’s small. Usually we want baby to be inside the belly until you’re forty weeks, and since you were only thirty-seven weeks it could lead to some problems. We’re going to monitor the both of you.” You couldn’t focus on her words. All you could focus on was your son screaming on your chest. He sounded strong.

“He’s beautiful mija, looks like you.” Ana was crying, she was kissing your forehead and moving your hair out of your face. “Does he have a name?” She was smiling at you, happy tears in her eyes.

You broke down again.

“No, he doesn't have one yet. We hadn’t decided.” You were sobbing, half in relief that he was okay, half in agony that his father was nowhere to be found. Everyone was quiet.

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Hours later, after both sets of parents had been in to see you and the baby. After Luna had laid with the both of you in your hospital bed, you were alone with your baby.

It was quiet. They’d given you painkillers and your body was blessedly numb.

He’s so small. Looks more like me than Luna does.

His mouth was pursed, his lower lip moving in his sleep and you couldn’t help but be in awe. His skin was buttery soft and almost paper delicate and you thought about how in love Francis would be with his son, how he’d be crying and holding this little boy.

You had to play the recording - your son had to hear his fathers voice. You’d avoided it long enough - you played the recording and listened.

Hello little moon, this is papa - I hate to be away from you but you have to know how much I love you. I love you to death, you and your mama - and your little brother too.

I know you must be confused and upset that I’m not there but I promise I’ll be there soon.

We’ll get back into our routine, I’ll make you breakfast like always, and we can have our beach days.

Soon mi Lunita linda.

For now, be good and listen to your mom, listen to your grandma and your abuelita. Don’t drive grandpa crazy, and don’t let abuelito spoil you while I’m away...

The tears were falling as you heard his voice, cradling your newborn on your chest by yourself.

You should fucking be here.

You would have hated the plane ride, it would have bothered your ears but there are so many things to see here, the mountains are gorgeous. Your mom would like it here too.

Mom - Spills honey, if you’re listening I love you.

I love you so much and I know you’re not entirely happy with me but I know it’ll be okay.

I’ll see you soon and at some point in the future you’ll laugh and call me an idiot for this.

I also thought about something - how do you feel about the name Mateo?

Maybe that could go on our maybe list?

Okay little moon - sleep tight and know that no matter where I am in the world, your daddy loves you and will always love you.

Spills, Love you honey, you and our baby boy.

I miss you more than I could possibly say already. Goodnight.

Welcome to the world Mateo.

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It took him two weeks to be able to actually get up and use the bathroom by himself. His leg had been agony at first, he’d broken it in the landing and a piece of metal had sliced him up pretty bad. It was a miracle he hadn’t bled to death.

Benny and Will had volunteered to make the three day trek into town but it had been in vain - there had been a huge storm and the phone lines were down. He didn’t want to think about what Spills was thinking.

“Okay - if you’re feeling up to it we can make the trip tomorrow. Three days to the next town and then we can pay for a ride to the nearest airport. I’m getting you home.” Pope was assuring him, all he heard was the word home. “Within a week, you’ll be back with your family.”

“A week.” His eyes were unfocused as he spoke.

“I told her I’d be gone four days max.” He was on the verge of a breakdown. “I told her four days and I haven’t been in contact for two weeks, a four day trip she didn’t even want me to go on turned into almost a month and I have to tell her I barely made any money, and I broke my fucking leg.” He was so angry at himself. At Pope for dragging him into this, at everything and everyone for keeping him away from his family.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He had the decency to look ashamed.

“It’s going to be okay Fish.” Will was clapping him on the shoulder, trying to be reassuring. “She loves you, she’ll be angry as hell but she’ll be glad you aren’t dead.”

“She’s going to leave me and she has every fucking right. The love of my life, who I’ve loved since I was a fucking teenager is going to leave me because of this. Because I fucked up so bad.” He couldn’t hold back the tears.

Benny was silent but he could see the sympathy on his face, no one said anything - they couldn’t.

I’m sorry Spills, please wait for me, I’m coming.

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Three weeks late

The house was too loud with both your parents there. Luna was both jealous and possessive of her little brother. She sat on the couch with you, holding him in her little arms, cooing and yelling ‘cute’ every few minutes. Everyone took a lot of pictures, everyone happy at the new little life in the house.

Everyone ignoring the elephant in the room. The giant glaring absence.

Mateo was screaming now, hungry and demanding and you fed him. A blanket covering your breast while everyone was in the room and after a few nervous minutes he latched, his eyes closed as he drank.

There was no adequate word for what you were feeling, and you didn’t think there ever would be. Were you a widow? You couldn’t be called that, you’d never gotten married. Technically speaking you were common law, a partnership but it was so much more than that. Now what? You knew you’d be okay for a couple of months but your salary alone wouldn’t cover the mortgage of your home.

You didn’t think your heart could break any more than it already had but thinking about having to give up your home shattered the remaining pieces.

You knew your mother could see how utterly exhausted you were, how that exhaustion had very little to do with giving birth.

Your cellphone rang and for a moment you didn’t want to answer but you did, dreading the end of your hope.

“Hello?” The line was staticky and you could barely hear anything, you had to repeat the word several times until you heard it. Your stomach dropping instantly.

“Spills? Hello, can you hear me? Baby it’s me! Can you hear me?” It was choppy and he sounded far away but it was him. All of a sudden you were yelling.

“Francis?? Francis is that you? I can hear you, where are you?” You were frantic, your heart raced and all of a sudden everyone was screaming. You had to tell them to shut up but Mateo had been scared awake and he wailed now.

“Yes it’s me! I’m so sorry honey, I’m okay - had a bit of an accident but I’m okay and I’m coming home. Do you hear me? I’m coming back to you.” You could hear him crying. You could hear the anguish in his voice and for a brief moment all of the worry was forgotten. He was alive! He heard the baby. “What is that? Is Luna okay?” He didn’t know.

“That’s not Luna Francis, that’s your son. I went into early labour, you have a son and his name is Mateo.” You were crying, openly sobbing on the phone as your parents crowded around you. “Come home Francis, please.” You gave the phone to his mom so she could speak to him and you caught your breath. Taking the moment to soothe your son.

Ana cried over the phone, speaking to her son in Spanish and you saw then the strong face she’d been wearing for you, for her granddaughter was gone. She was bawling and you understood some of the words, worried, stupid, hurry, love. It summed up how you’d been feeling.

The phone found its way back to you after he’d spoken to his parents and he repeated his words, I'm coming, I’m coming home. Three more days and this nightmare would be over. The first part of It anyway.

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His trek through the jungle had ripped open a stitch. He didn’t give a shit.

He would gladly rip open all of his stitches, break his other leg too if it meant he was going home. The boys understood and no one questioned him. No one tried to get him to slow down, or to rest. He’d rested enough.

Will would check his leg every time he let them stop and did his best to keep him in one piece. Benny carried his pack, silently taking it from him so he could focus on the crutch the farmer had fashioned for him.

When they finally made it into town he was frantic and his tears flowed when he heard her voice, heard her screaming for him, heard his son.

He cried for hours after he’d hung up.

“She did it alone, I should’ve fucking been there.” He was a wreck, his leg was throbbing, his body was so tired and he couldn’t stop crying. He had to get home.

The boys said nothing, they just listened.

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You waited for him at the airport with baited breath.

It was hard to believe that after almost a month he’d finally be home. His parents were with you, just as anxious and scared, just as eager.

When you knew he was okay the relief had been monumental, practically life-altering. Everything would be fine, he was coming home.

But he said that last time, he said a lot of stuff that turned out to be bullshit.

You couldn’t help but think it was too good to be true, would he actually show up? Was he okay? Did you imagine the whole thing? For a moment you thought you’d gone insane - dragging your children to the airport to wait for their father who wasn’t coming home. You looked at his parents and the thought melted away, no - they had heard him too.

Time was moving at a weird pace, moving too quickly and too slowly all at once and Luna was fussy. She was too little and subconsciously picking up on the anxiety you were feeling. The nervous energy manifested as a long temper tantrum and it only stopped when she saw her dad.

He looked terrible, he’d lost weight and was limping - a metal crutch under his arm as he made his way out of the gate and when your eyes met, you broke down. Luna squirmed out of your arms, wanting to run towards her father and you let her, little legs carrying her as fast as they could until she crashed into him. You could see the tears on his face when he lifted her. The crutch on the ground as he leaned on the good leg.

His parents were at their side in an instant and they were gathering him up, consoling and soothing him, no doubt thanking God that he was alive.

You couldn’t move. You stood there sobbing, your hands resting limply on the stroller in front of you. No matter how much you wanted to run to him, you couldn’t. Even then, you doubted your eyes and you couldn’t help but press your hands to your face to cover them; almost as if you could catch the tears.

You heard your daughter babbling at him, the sound of her little voice getting closer and closer and you had to look, he was right there. Flesh and blood and standing in front of you and despite your anger and your anguish, you crushed him in a hug. He crushed you right back. Both of you gripping each other hard enough to crack a rib but it didn’t matter. Your Francis was finally here. He was alive and he had come back to you, a little worse for wear, but whole.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please don’t leave me-” He was crying into your hair, taking in your scent in greedy breaths as he pleaded. “-please, I know you must hate me and nothing went like it should but I wanted to come back. I regretted it instantly. I’m sorry, please believe me.” His voice was almost delirious as Luna was trying to get out of her abuelitas grip. He was holding onto your face then, pressing kisses to every inch he could reach, his lips cracked but still just as soft, still fitting perfectly against yours. “Love you so much, I love you - please please.”

“Missed you too Francis, I love you - we’ll figure this out.” You pulled him away so you could look at him. “Let’s go home.” You were stroking his face, his back - making contact with his solid body and he cried harder at your words. His head dipped low to rest on your shoulder at the knowledge that you were letting him come home. “Francis, meet your son.” He looked into the stroller then, taking note of the small bundle and a sob crawled out of his throat involuntarily. He crouched the best he could and you saw him wince, you saw him ignore the pain and pick up his child.

“Mi niño lindo.” Tears rolled down his face steadily and you could almost hear his thoughts, the regret plain on his face.

“He’s here and he’s healthy. A little smaller than he should be but he’s already gaining weight and he’s good.” You said the words softly, through the pain in your throat from sobbing.

“I should have been there, I shouldn’t have left. I should have listened to you.” His face was red and splotchy, breaking your heart and you rubbed at his back as he kissed his son's forehead.

Yes, you should have you thought, but you kept quiet.

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Translations:

Abuelo - Grandpa, Abuela - Grandma, Mi niño lindo - my beautiful boy, Lunita linda- beautiful little moon

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Reality

Star: Kim Minji (Dreamcatcher➶)

Idea: Yes

Love: Hi!! Idk If your taking requests but can your write a Dreamcatcher scenario where Jiu has a cute dream with 8th member reader and she can’t stop thinking about it until she realizes her true feeling? Fluff and happy ending plzz

A/n: I took a little but of a different turn, hopefully this is okay for you love, if not you can ask me to remake it, I gladly would!

Minji found herself washing the dishes, before feeling arms wrap around her waist, a smile already forming on her lips when she inhaled the familiar scent, leaning her head on the person’s own behind her.

She felt a warm pair of lips touch her cheek, followed by resounding giggles, the hand on her waist getting tighter as the person pressed herself closer to Minji,

"Do you need anything?" she asked, hearing the person hum before feeling their head shake,

"Nothing much, love, I just miss you."

‘Love,’ The nickname always made the older girl sigh, a warm sensation fluttering in her stomach as she heard it. Something about it made her happy, content that she was hearing it from the person she loves.

Minji chuckled, finishing the last plate and putting it away, drying her hands on the cloth. Afterwards, she placed her hand on top of the one on her waist, turning to face the culprit of the joyous smile on the leader's face.

"Why are you so cute, Y/n?" She earned a smile at the mention of your name, your eyes locking to her own before you cupped her cheeks. Minji relished the warmth that you spread to her, leaning against your palm, the distance slowly closing.

Minji could feel her heart pounding against her chest as the space gradually closed, and as her eyes closed, she was startled by a loud bang.

Minji jumped up and looked around, confusion written on her face as she tried to adjust to the situation. Rubbing her eyes, she focused on the person standing by the door, recognizing Handong.

"Unnie, time to eat breakfast," the younger called, making the other girl shake her head, nodding as she rubbed her eyes. Still shaken from her apparent dream.

It seemed so real to Minji, actually imagining herself in the same situation with her members.

It could be because you two were usually sweet with each other, oftentimes being shipped together because of your sweet and caring personalities, or it was already a feeling Minji has developed over the past few months.

Most would assume it would be the latter, but the leader knew her feelings well.

At least that’s what she thought.

Joining the others in the kitchen, Minji found her seat, everyone giving thanks before they ate. Normally, Minji would start off the conversation, though this time she kept silent, living in her own world as the rest started to talk.

She shifted her gaze away from the plate to side-eye your form, and seeing you smile and laugh while speaking with Bora made her entire body tingle. Observing your features.

The way your eyes would turn into crescents when you laughed, the dimples that would appear on your cheek while you smiled, the way our laugh made everyone else giggle.

Your energy was so positive it was hard for anyone to not radiate the same energy too. It was a clear representation of what happiness can be like in a physical form.

"Jiu unnie?" You called out for the older girl, seeing the way she flinched when you tapped her shoulder, shaking her head as she looked up and smiled, "Sorry, what was that?"

You clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, "Ah unnie, you’re getting too lost in my eyes again," you teased, earning laughs from your members while the older girl lowered her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.

While everyone teased the older, you made sure to place a hand on the lower back of your leader, ensuring she didn't have a bad start to her day.

Though even with the simple action, Minji’s blush worsened, the situation from earlier reflected in her head.

After breakfast, everyone went back to their respective activities, with half of the members sleeping and the other half spending the day off watching TV and using their phones.

Minji was busy in her room, playing with Cherry as the dog barked, enjoying the company of its owner. Which they spent throwing a ball around the room until Minji laid in bed, sighing as she closed her eyes.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it, even though she tried to forget about it, the situation never left her head. The absurdity of her mind creating the situation with the younger member was shocking to her.

She’d never once got into a situation where she dreamed about her members, at least not that type of situation. But deep down she did think about it. The thought of you two being that close appealed to Minji.

She always wanted that feeling, the feeling to be taken care of, the domestic type of feeling where you would feel butterflies in your stomach all the time.

In that dream was everything. In that short amount of time, she felt happy, content, and almost too comfortable seeing you with her. Like her whole body yearned for it.

As the leader kept her eyes closed, the room door opened. Minji paid no mind, knowing it was Siyeon.

However, when she felt the bed dip along with arms wrapping around her waist, she opened her eyes, meeting your smiling face as you pushed your head into the crook of her neck. Minji, as if automatically, wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer and closed her eyes.

This was a routine for the two of you; almost every night, or whenever you had a break, you found yourself in the older's bed. Squishing yourself against her neck as you cuddle.

Minji would always let you hug her, whether it was because you needed company while sleeping or because you wanted to cling to the leader. She always thought it was because she took care of you ever since you were added to the group.

Because of the years you've spent together, you've developed a habit of clinging to her.

As Minji closed her eyes, she sighed, cradling your head in her arms, letting her thoughts be empty as she slept, comfortable in the position, while the butterflies fluttered continuously in her stomach.

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The leader went down the hall, holding your hand while your group followed your manager, making sure to avoid the staff and bow to the other idols who were heading the opposite way. Your group just finished performing in Inkigayo, now it was back to the dorm for the rest of the afternoon.

You swung your hands together, a smile on your face as you walked down the hall. You resemble somewhat of a child, happily walking down while she held her mother’s hand, smiling brightly while you clung to your leader.

Minji was busy talking to Yoohyeon, though keeping your hand tight on her own. She tried to distract herself because for the past few weeks, there was nothing except you running in her mind.

Day after day, Minji would think about you, still the same dream and situation in her mind. She tried to think about it, force it out of her head, but eventually it became too big to handle, so now she only embraced it, knowing if she held it out any longer she was going to go crazy.

She was so busy talking to Yoohyeon that she didn’t notice your smile fading, failing to get her attention. You tried swinging her arms more, rubbing the back of your thumb on her hand, and even shaking her hand, but the older one was too preoccupied.

So with a huff, you let go of her hand. Walking faster and stopping with Yubin, locking your arm with your roommate who threw you a kind smile.

Minji only noticed when she got to the van, finding you already inside with the rapper, a small pout on her face when you didn’t even look at her. Did she do something wrong?

When they got back to the dorm, Minji still didn’t get a word from you. Watching as you went inside towards your room after announcing that you were gonna take a shower.

The older girl didn’t take it as a big deal at first, only believing that she was overthinking, but it was already late in the night and you still weren’t approaching your leader.

You weren’t as clingy as usual, and when she would call you, Minji only got short responses. During dinner, when you would usually sit beside the older person, you opted to sit next to your roommate this time.

It took Minji a few hours of contemplating, her conscience not feeling the best at the thought of her doing something to upset you.

With her mind thinking of nothing but you, she padded to your shared room, knocking briefly as she entered, seeing the rapper on the top bunk as she read. The older girl heard the shower running, taking the opportunity to get you alone to talk privately,

"Yubin-ah, can I talk to Y/n, alone?" she asked, pulling away from the younger girl, who nodded politely, not questioning the older girl and hopped off her bed.

Bringing her book along before showing the leader a kind smile, as if to say good luck. She took a seat on your bed, waiting as she tried to keep her nerves in check, hands fidgeting because of her nervousness.

When she heard the water stop, followed by the door opening, her breath hitched, waiting until you came out, drying your hair before noticing the older girl on your bed. You didn’t look at Minji, only putting away your clothes as the older girl pouted again,

"Y/n," she called, watching your back as you ignored the older girl, calling you several times yet never once answering or looking at her.

"I'm sorry, if I did something wrong, you know I wouldn't do it on purpose, Y/n," her tone softened, causing you to pause in your actions as you heard her, "Could you tell me what I could do to make it better?" she asked, sighing when she didn't get a reply.

She moved to stand and leave, though your words cut the older from doing anything,

"Am I unlovable, unnie?" The question surprised Minji, given the abrupt topic that she was struggling with as well,

"What do you mean, of course not," she answered simply, making you turn around to face Minji, concern spreading through her eyes when she saw the tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" She stood up, quickly cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears.

You sniffled, pouting before you closed your eyes and breathed in harshly, "If I’m so lovable, then why can’t you love me back?"

You felt her hands stiffen on your face, eyes widening as Minji struggled to comprehend the words that came out of your mouth, "W-what did you say?" She stuttered,

"I kept trying, again and again to make you notice me. I get your attention every day, do sweet things with you, be clingy so you can feel a small amount of my affection for you... that you're more than just an unnie for me. I love you Jiu, "

A hot blush settled against Minji’s face when she absorbed each word of what you said, her insides suddenly celebrating, exploding in a mix of euphoria and excitement, the butterflies going wild as they fluttered in the walls of her stomach.

While Minji was too busy celebrating internally, you were still crying, nervous that Minji would be mad. Scared of losing the friendship that you both had, was it a mistake that you told her too early? What if she left? Ignored you, or started to hate you?

The thoughts of insecurity made you feel heavier, tears streaming down at an alarming rate as sobs started to escape past your lips.

The older girl was only breaking out of her joy induced coma when she felt your tears streaming down her hand, Minji blinked, focusing on your face as she wiped your tears before pulling you closer to her. Pressing your lips together as a gasp escaped your lips.

Minji made sure that she placed all her feelings into the kiss, making you know how much you’ve been inside her head, the countless hours Minji spent awake, thinking about the feelings of you being in her arms, having a relationship, a connection bigger than just friends, something a lot closer than siblings.

Minji will always keep you close, from this day on, until the end.

She’s seen what you could be like together, may it be in her dreams, or a vision of what was to come. She was excited because both of you are going to make it through, together.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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Things to think about - Kim Seok-Jin x Reader

The January morning graced your class with cool weather and an array of cherry blossoms. Many teenagers were wearing jackets, no doubt not obeying the school's dressing code. The corridors were flushed with colors of all kinds, beanies and caps atop the students' person.

Laughter and chattering were heard throughout the school, and most of the classes were empty.

Except one, being class 8B.

In said class, a few people were present.

The class extrovert and his friends, and the girl who hardly spoke, or if you wanted to know their real names, Kim Seok-Jin and Y/n L/n.

Jin was friends with everybody, and Y/n was rumored to have one senior friend in the class 2 floors above who occasionally checked up on her to see if she was doing fine. Nobody knew if it was true.

As of now though, Jin was packing his bags, making a ridiculous amount of sound with his friends and the 35 parker pens they had between them. Y/n was reading a book, one that she had been stuck with all day, and unable to get past a single chapter because of the noise that followed her all day.

The time after school was her peace. It wasn't like the teachers really ever minded, and her parents...

Well, they were okay with it as long as she attended all her "after-school classes" (she had none) and came back home and talked to them at least once.

They were busy, and they felt guilty about it. They tried. It was fine. Life was fine.

Of course, she knew it could be much more than fine, but that would require stepping out of her comfort zone. She wasn't doing that anytime soon.

Most of the guys had cleared out by now, the only one left being Jin. He had a wide smile on his face as he packed up, looking at the sheer amount of parker pens on his desk. Abruptly, he looked up, and at Y/n, acknowledging her existence.

"Hey, your Y/n right? I don't think we've met."

"I don't really think we should."

"You seem like an interesting person."

"I'm not."

"That's a lot of negative sentences going on there."

"There'll be more if you don't leave soon."

Jin smiled even wider. Finally, a challenge of sorts. Most of the people in his class felt excited to engage in a conversation with him, and there was a girl, good-looking too, trying to blatantly ignore him.

"A book can't be more interesting than a person."

"You'd be surprised."

It was a week since the encounter you had with Jin. He'd gone back to his normal ways but was subtly paying, and trying to bring, more attention towards you.

You didn't like it.

Man, you hated it.

There were girls crowding around your table during lunchtime, the table which a week ago would have been as empty as a house on the edge of Greenland. You could say goodbye to your long-standing record of finishing one book per day.

So you decided to go to the one place you knew nobody would bother you in.

The terrace. It was perfect really, because it didn't really have any rails, causing a majority of the school to be scared of falling from such a high distance. The rest of the ones who weren't scared of heights would be drawn away because of the dummy lock on the door.

But the sound of footsteps behind you alarmed you for a second. And then you heard a slight chuckle. Definitely Jin.

"Jin." You said turning around. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see where you were going. I mean, you do know that the terrace is locked?"

"It isn't."

"Sure it isn't-"

Jin swallowed his words as you flung the door open.

"Well?"

"I didn't know this was here."

"Well, now you do." You thought for a second before speaking "would you like to come with me?"

"Sure."

So you both walked the terrace, and you sat down on the un-tiled floor. Jin did too.

You zoned out as both of you ate lunch, him occasionally stealing a little bit of meat/vegetable from you.

"Don't you ever run out of things to think about?"

"No. I don't."

"There's gotta be a stopping point."

"Well, you just gave me a new thing to think about."

"Did I?"

"Yup."

"You know, someday you might run out of them."

"Maybe."

"Well, when you do, you could always call me."

"How?"

"Just scream a loud 'JINNNNNNN' and I'll be there."

"I don't think that will work." You said, a smile gracing your features.

Laughing, Jin pulled out his phone.

"Here. My number."

You accepted it, and then, got up walking towards the door.

"I'll be sure to call you when I run out of things!" You shouted, with a wide smile.

"Please do!" Jin shouted back with an even louder one.

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Hesitantly, you pulled out your phone.

Scrolling to the very bottom of your contact list, you found a phone number. Uncertainty filled you as you clicked on it.

"Hello..is this Kim Seok-Jin?"

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Here you both were, 7 years later. Both of you holding a coffee/scotch with rocks in your hands, you looked at him.

"Well, hello. Im sure that this is..abrupt. You're free to leave anytime you like.."

"I don't think I will. I didn't really think you'd ever call."

"Well, I ran out of things to think about. Rather, Im tired of thinking."

" Want me to give you some ideas?"

"No, I'd like you to give me something I can think about for a long time.

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Finally back with the next chapter for the scattered au fic, and it’s over 11,000 words long!

au by @hermitcraftheadcanons and @helleborusangel gets tagged for my writing In general.

Scar blinked. That’s all he did. He didn’t fall asleep, and he can tell because the endermen are all standing in the same place, minus one who just teleported. Scar has even heard them teleporting. But now, out of nowhere, there was some sort of structure in front of him. It was made mostly of endbrick with some purpur accents. An end rod was perched on top of it, giving a soft glow, and it was sitting on top of a piece of bedrock.

Scar blinked again, expecting it to be part of his imagination and disappear when he blinked again, but it didn’t. He reached his hand out and touched the pillar, finding it surprisingly warm. Or maybe it was the normal amount of warmth and he was just used to the cold of the End. Either way, it was nice.

Scar ate a bit of chorus fruit before leaning against the pillar, thinking about taking a nap. He was just starting to drift off when his eyes fell on the end rod again. It wasn’t much, but maybe he could use it. Scar stood back up and pulled the end rod off, ignoring the bad feeling he got from moving it. He would worry about that after he tried this.

Scar carefully avoided the eyes of the endermen as he looked upwards at the plants growing above him. He set his sights on a chorus flower that had finished growing and then held the end rod in his hand. He got one shot at this, that was it. Scar stared at his target as he lined up, getting ready to throw the rod. It was just like a trident. Except it was much lighter, didn’t come back, and wasn’t actually a normal projectile. But right now this was all he had.

He threw the end rod and watched it fly. His heart sank as it looked like it was going to miss, but then there was the slightest of blue glows around it, and it seemed to be nudged to the side. The rod hit the flower and then both of them fell back down to the ground, easy for Scar to retrieve. He sighed in relief before planting the flower and then putting the end rod back on the pillar. He thanked the vex for their tiny bit of help and then whatever made the pillar appear. He didn’t care why it was there, but it seemed to help him for now, so in his eyes, it was good.

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Impulse was so busy trying not to die that he didn’t immediately register the appearance of a pillar. Well, he did, but all he really registered was that it was something he could use to cut the line of sight between him and the guardians. It wasn’t until he drowned yet again that Impulse really noticed that it existed. It was made mostly of dark prismarine, but there was also a piece of bedrock as well as a conduit.

Seeing the conduit made Impulse light up for a moment before he realized it wasn’t active, and also couldn’t be active due to the bedrock being in the way. Probably. His mind is still a little too waterlogged for him to think properly. Besides, even if it could have been used, he didn’t have the ability to actually get and move blocks into the proper positioning.

The sight of something that seemed so close yet so far away made Impulse angry, and after drowning again, he used his next respawn to attack the walls again, punching and clawing at the prismarine. He even took a few tiny sips of the precious air that existed in the small hole he and Etho had made, doing anything for a little bit more time. And while it didn’t let him break it completely, Impulse was glad to see he was not back on square one, the block staying damaged.

He continued to work at the block, barely registering anything else. Not the guardian that swam past and ignored him. Not the fact that he was lasting much longer than before without air. Not the fact that his hands had gained an orange color, and his nails were more like claws. Not the fact that the rest of him was slightly more blue than when he started. Just that he might get out, and not that he might not need to soon.

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Jevin ate another glowberry. It was food, and food was good. He wouldn’t eat his friends the axolotls. He’s not sure he even could. And maybe he could eat fish, but that’s what the axolotls ate, so they got there first. That was fine. Glowberries were nice. Jevin reached for another one and ignored the way he was dripping slime. It wasn’t the healthiest thing for slime to get too waterlogged, but that was just for regular slime. As a hybrid, he was fine.

He ate another glowberry, it was nice and yellow. It went well with the lush green around them, the cool blue or the water, and the weird mix of blue and green that his body was. That was odd. Jevin kicked his legs a little, ignoring the globs of slime that floated away in the water. His legs were still very much blue. He shook his left hand and ignored the way it dripped. That was also still blue. He shook his other hand, which also dripped a bit. That one was much more green. He peeked into his sweatshirt, ignoring the way his slime stuck to it. That was a swirl of blue and green. Lastly, he looked at the water. The droopy look on his face was probably just the water distorting it. But his face was also very clearly green despite the water making it look more blue.

Jevin didn’t think about it much more as an axolotl swam by. It was a nice brown color. Like the roots hanging above him. He already tried following the roots, but he was too far down. Oh well, at least he had food. Jevin grabbed another glowberry. He could stay here for a while. His hand slapped against a wall.

Jevin looked over and slowly blinked. There was something between him and the glowberries that wasn’t there before. It was made of moss and stone and had a block of slime and a block of bedrock. Jevin didn’t care much. He could see the glowberries through the slime block. He stuck his hand through it and grabbed the berries. He didn’t even need to pull it to his found this time, just absorbing it into his hand.

That was fine. That was sort of normal. Nothing to worry about. There didn’t seem to be anything to worry about here. No monsters attacking him, no worry about shelter, and he had plenty of food. Jevin ate another glowberry.

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Doc was focusing too much on one goat that looked like it was going to attack him. He hissed at it challengingly, but the goat didn’t really react. Another goat did, however, and a moment later, Doc found himself hurtling off the cliff and falling to his death below. When he respawned, he went to hiss at the goat again, but he then comprehended the fact that there was something new at his spawn.

It wasn’t another mob or another player, but it was some sort of pillar that wasn’t there before. It was mostly made of stone and obsidian and taunted him with iron ore as a sort of main piece of the structure, other than the block of bedrock it sat on top. Doc looked it over, poking the blocks to make sure they were real. It looked like they were. None of them were helpful to him though, especially the iron ore which he could do nothing with, but it was still something.

A goat tried to attack him and he ducked behind the pillar. The goat rammed into the pillar instead of him and was dazed, and then moments later it found itself being flung off the cliff. Doc’s eye widened at that. It seemed the pillar would protect him from the goats, but he wasn’t sure if that just happened would only happen to goats, or if anything that attacked the pillar would be attacked in return.

Doc didn’t feel like testing that right now, so he just sat down next to the pillar. It felt good to sit down and not need to worry about the goats. Well, he still needed to worry a little, but he could worry less. If a goat attacked him from the front, the pillar would stop him from going far. If he was attacked from the back, the goat would hit the pillar first. He still needed to worry about his sides, but he was still fifty percent safer than he was when he started.

There was still a lot Doc needed to do. He was still stuck on that mountain for void’s sake. But right now, anything helped. And maybe he could get all the goats to attack the pillar and go flying so he could finally try scaling down without the worry of being thrown off the mountain himself.

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It had been a day, maybe two at this point. She had turned on her favorite show - well, favorite was a bit of a stretch, but she felt almost obligated to watch it for her friend - and expected to see a rerun, or maybe a special episode. Instead, there was a countdown. Confused, she grabbed her comm, pulled up a contact, and then tried dialing. She immediately got the message of the built-in answering machine, which already put her on edge, but then the episode started.

“My name is Toon Noah-” “-I’m Mysterious Goofball, and our writer is Pin Valentine.”

She couldn’t help herself. Hearing that- those names. The next while was a blur and eventually she found herself waking up after panicking so much she passed out. It hadn't been long, since the episode was still going on, but that was enough for her. She turned the tv off and then went to bed, eventually waking up to get prepared.

She tried talking to anyone involved in investigating what was going on, but they kept turning her away. She wasn’t family or experienced with what was going on. But that was a lie, she knew exactly what was going on as well as knew who was responsible. But they wouldn’t listen, so she took matters into her own hands.

But somewhere along the line, she made a mistake, and now here she was, stuck and listening to the musical chiming of the blocks around her every time she moved. The only thing besides her in the geode being a small pillar made of the new stones from the geode with a crystal perched atop a piece of bedrock. She wanted to destroy it, get rid of the whole thing, but she knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. They were always Watching, and they didn’t like you messing with their stuff.

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TFC finally killed another enderman with his bare hands and got an enderpearl. He shoved the orb in his pocket, not really having the time to be careful about it. He started running to the side, somehow managing to dive out of the way in time so the dragon didn’t hit him. But he didn’t come out unscathed, the crunch that came from his arm and the following pain was enough to tell him that.

But right now he didn’t have the time for that. A respawn would fix that up before long. He just couldn’t let that happen now and lose his enderpearl. He half ran, half limped his way over to one of the pillars, just barely glimpsing the movement of the crystal that sat on top of it. He looked back at the rest of the island, watching the dragon as she flew. She wasn’t attacking him again just yet, so he took a moment to breathe.

Part of TFC regretted taking that moment to rest, the already weak adrenaline in his system fading and making the pain in his arm so much worse. His vision swam a bit from the pain, and he felt a little dizzy, but the old man did his best to stay focused. He stared the dragon down, almost willing her to attack. Even if she didn’t immediately, it was something for him to think about other than the pain in his arm.

After a few moments, the dragon left her perch and flew in TFC’s direction. He got his enderpearl ready and braced himself for the attack just before he was flung into the air. He twisted a bit in the air, trying to orient himself, and then he saw the crystal. With all the strength he could muster, he threw the pearl and hit the crystal. He was teleported right next to it as it exploded, killing him, but that was fine. That was one more crystal down.

He respawned on the obsidian platform of the End and was surprised to see something new just a few blocks away on the main island. Made of endstone, obsidian and bedrock, there was a pillar standing there. It wasn’t like the main pillars of the End, this one being much smaller and more decorative, but it did also have a crystal resting on top of it. Instead of being pink, the crystal was a bit more purple, but TFC wasn’t really thinking about that. It was just another crystal he needed to get rid of. He punched it with his newly fixed arm and let the crystal explode and kill him.

He respawned again, glad to see the small pillar without its crystal anymore. He walked past it to reach the main pillars, trying to figure out which one to try and attack next. But in looking at them, he was sure his old eyes were failing, because all the crystals were back now, not a single one missing from its place. He was back to square one.

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Iskall had been reduced to crawling for the past chunk and a half, maybe more. The sun had risen recently and that was all they were completely sure of. They were pretty sure this was the direction XB had come from, but it wasn’t like there was much in the way of landmarks. Right now, the only thing was the mysterious pillar of sand that appeared near their spawn. Well, that and their bare bones attempt at a shelter.

While they couldn’t really make a roof over his head for shade, Iskall was still able to build a wall out of the sand. It gave them a bit of shade, which in this heat was a blessing. That being said, it didn’t help when night fell and everything felt absolutely freezing, but it still staved off their death in the day, which was always good.

Iskall stopped crawling and dug into the sand. The one they had near spawn wasn’t the only wall of sand they had made. They were making a number of them along their path, giving themself a number of places to rest and slowly extending how far into the desert they could travel. Each one was visible to the next one, creating a line of walls that acted as a guide along with shade.

Iskall had pushed themselves a little too far this time, because the wall was barely a block high when dehydration finally claimed them and sent them back to their desert spawn. They were immediately up again to try and get into the shade, and of course that was fairly easy since they had done it so many times already. What was different this time, though, was when Iskall looked back to their spawn, there was now a well.

Iskall covered their left eye to make sure it wasn’t glitching more than before, but the well was still there. They blinked their right eye, but again, it was still there. Worried that it was just a mirage, Iskall didn’t have much hope as they walked towards it. But fortunately, the well didn’t move further away, it actually stayed in place. And as Iskall got closer, their eye was able to make out the details a bit better. While it wasn’t exactly a standard well, it still was made mostly of sandstone. It also had a piece of bedrock and a single piece of chiseled sandstone acting as a sort of centerpiece, but unfortunately, there was no water.

Iskall groaned, leaning against the pillar and sitting in the little bit of shade it was giving. They were surprised to see how cool it felt, even though it had been in the sun for who knew how long at this point. Iskall dug the sand around the pillar to make it seem just a bit taller and get more shade. The pillar seemed to continue down into the sand, which was even stranger since they knew it wasn’t there before, so with little else to do, Iskall kept digging.

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Wels munched on a piece of crimson fungus. It was surprising he hadn’t tried them straight before. He assumed it would only taste good enough in a stew, but they were surprisingly nice on their own. The only downside was he was pretty sure they were making him a little numb, since he managed to keep biting his lip or something and it all felt a little off, but it was still better than nothing.

Well, there was one other downside, and that was that the hoglins were also a fan of his treat. They couldn’t reach Wels in his safe-tree, but they did bang against the trunk to try and get to him. That made things a little difficult sometimes, but he hadn’t died recently. Or well, maybe he spoke too soon.

Wels had tried to get up and grab something from a chest that was just out of reach when a particularly violent hoglin slammed into the trunk of the tree and Wels lost his balance. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground and attacked by the hoglins until he respawned, away from the monsters, but also away from his things.

Wels used the nether brick to his left as a hand hold to get up off the ground. He started climbing into his path through the trees but then stopped and turned back around. Standing there, right next to his spawn, was a pillar made out of nether brick materials, save for the single piece of bedrock and magma block. He looked the structure over, trying to figure out where it had come from, but couldn’t seem to actually find any clues.

After a bit more gazing, Wels finally started to climb back up to his tree path, ready to chalk that up as the strangest thing that day. But it wasn’t. “Wels, Wels, Wels. What do we have here?”

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“Well, I think we should stop working on makin’ more shelter.” Joe spoke up. He and Beef had reached the middle of true spawn and found a tower that had showed up, replacing their builds. They stared at it for a few minutes in shock and awe before Joe had said anything. “We can make signs to tell people what’s up, but we need to gear up and find X and Grian.”

“Why those two?” Beef looked over and asked. “I mean, X, obviously, but Grian?”

Joe nodded. “Long story, and it ain’t even mine to tell, but the long and short of it is Grian’s probably got a better idea of things than I do right now.”

“Better idea… than you?” Beef asked, not expecting that.

Joe just nodded, but then walked towards the tower, leaving Beef to follow behind. “We might want to check it out first, get more information and all that.”

Joe and Beef both went into the tower. The entrance took them to a ramp that surprisingly went down instead of up, so the pair were both cautious as they continued. When it finally opened up, they were in a large room that stretched far upwards. There wasn’t another ramp up or stairs or even a ladder. Instead, there were blocks floating there from the natural magic of the world.

None of them were close enough for someone to easily step from one to the other, instead needing to parkour their way around. In fact, based on the clear path Joe could see even as he was on the ground, that was the way you were supposed to get up. But this wasn’t another Hermit’s build, and even if it were, the situation was dire enough for an exception.

“Beef, I’m gonna start building up to see what’s at the top. You stay down here for now in case I find a trap or something and can’t get out.”

“Sounds good to me.” Beef nodded, and then Joe started using cobble to tower up.

As he built, Joe felt like the tower was stretching on forever. He had already used an entire stack of blocks and it seemed like he hadn’t gotten any closer. Beef was still on the ground and watched Joe building up, higher and higher, to the point he wasn’t sure how his neck wasn’t hurting from craning it so high. When Joe used up his second full stack of cobble, he huffed before looking down to call down to Beef, only to find the man only ten blocks below him.

“Uh, Beef, how high d’you reckon my tower is?”

“Well, you’ve been going for a while. Have you reached a stack already?”

Joe shrugged. “Now see, that’s the thing I’ve used up two stacks. But why don’t you look around the room and check again.”

Beef was confused, but did what Joe said, only to realize how close to the ground Joe actually was. “Uh, why haven’t you gotten further up by now?”

Joe responded by breaking the tower and getting back down to Beef. “My friend, I think we’re experiencing the physical form of what’s known as a shepard tone.”

Beef was a little puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you know that fun little optical illusion that shows some stairs that you can follow up and down forever while they go in a loop?”

“Yeah? Are you saying that’s what’s going on here?”

“Indeed I am. That illusion is usually just called the infinite stairs or something similar, and it doesn’t quite fit what’s going on here. A shepard tone is something that sounds like it keeps getting higher and higher, but it just resets in a way that the mind doesn’t register.”

“Which is like what’s going on here.”

Joe nodded. “Now if it weren’t for the fact that we need to find the other hermits, I would say we try scaling this place, but our time is likely spent better elsewhere.”

Beef agreed and the two of them left the tower to finish preparing to search. Having not enchanted his axe yet, Beef went to their enchanting building to change that. But when he arrived, the table was missing. “Hey Joe? Where’d you put the enchanting table?”

Joe came in and saw the empty spot. He looked through a few chests with Beef, but they couldn’t find the enchanting table anywhere. While searching, they also noticed something else concerning. It wasn’t just the table that was missing. Anything enchanted was gone as well as any backup diamond tools. All of their other unused diamonds were also missing along with all the obsidian they gathered and the few ender pearls they saved.

“Something tells me we’re going to have more trouble than we thought, Joe.” Beef spoke up. At the very least they still had whatever was in their inventories, but they were still set back plenty.

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Cleo watched the villagers through the windows of her stolen house. They were slowly warming up to her and getting less antsy just being around the house. The iron golem was a different story, but something was still better than nothing. Of course, that meant she still needed to sneak out at night, but she honestly preferred that at this point.

As she continued her villager watching, Cleo started to notice all of them gathering somewhere that wasn’t the market. And even if they were, she was pretty sure it was too early in the day for them to be gathering there. If there were any danger, they would be spreading out and going home, so it couldn’t be that either.

Cleo’s curiosity was getting the better of her, but with the iron golem around, she couldn’t go far. She looked back at the front door to see where the golem was at, only to see that it was going in the same direction as the rest of the villagers. With relative safety now on the table, Cleo crept out of the house and followed behind. As she reached the crowd of villagers, none of them really reacted to her, so she moved even closer until she saw just what was getting their attention. Sitting in the middle of the crowd was a fancy pillar made of wood and stone with a single piece of bedrock and a composter of all things on top of that.

Cleo didn’t realize she had said anything out loud until the villagers turned to look at her, leaving her to book it back to the house with the iron golem on her heels. Fortunately she didn’t need to pant when she made it into the house, being a zombie and all that. She technically did need food though, which she was regretting not grabbing in her time of freedom, but that wasn’t on her mind, especially when she saw that pillar. How had a piece of bedrock gotten to that height in the overworld?

Obviously it wasn’t there before since it was so close to the village and was only now noticed, but she couldn’t think of how that would happen. Well, right now, Cleo couldn’t think at all. She was itching all over, and her skin seemed to sting at every touch. It wasn’t until she hit a very sensitive spot that she remembered what this was, something she dealt with far too frequently when she was alive as well as when she had first been turned. Sunburn.

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Xisuma once again dodged the warden and let it destroy the wall behind him. After his failure before, he had gotten another burst of motivation after a death or two of sulking. The admin was doing surprisingly well now, having dodged much more attacks than actually hit him. Because of that, work on a new tunnel was going pretty quickly.

A few checks on his helmet systems gave Xisuma his y coordinate, which was up a good amount. At this point he should be hitting a new cave in no time and possibly have an escape. He might still have a warden to deal with, but it would also mean more space and possibly an eventual path to the surface.

Xisuma regretted letting himself get caught up in his thoughts as he was slammed against a wall and respawned. He sighed and collected himself before standing up and going towards the warden made tunnel. At this point, Xisuma had memorized the cave system he spawned in and his helmet had helped him adjust to the low light levels so he could see something. But apparently that didn’t really help him with avoiding the new structure right next to his spawn.

The admin ran into something new, not having remembered anything there or seen anything. In fact, as he focused, he still couldn’t seem to see anything right in front of him. That only left his hands, which he used to start feeling around. It felt like it was some sort of pillar, made up of obsidian and what Xisuma was pretty sure was some sort of deepslate variety. There were just two blocks that differed, that being a piece of bedrock and what felt like a sculk block.

Xisuma lost track of time, and before he knew it, the warden was back. With little in the way for an escape route, X hugged the pillar and hoped that the warden moved on before noticing him. But it just kept moving closer. Even if it didn’t see him, at this point it would run into him.

Xisuma held his breath and just waited for the warden to notice him. And then he felt it bump into the pillar. And then he could hear it doing the same thing he did and feel around the pillar. It hadn’t seen it. Well, Xisuma supposed it couldn’t see anything normally, but in the dark, it’s echolocation skills should have been enough.

Taking confusion as an opportunity, X got up and started running off. He eventually heard the warden following behind him, but he had gotten a head start, and that was just enough for him.

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If you ignored all the stuff about being scattered in a new world with the regen bugged and chat broken, Zedaph thought yesterday was a pretty great day. He spent a while on the surface gathering supplies there before finally heading back down to his mines. For the most part, everything was right where he left it, but he was absolutely sure those signs weren’t there before.

The signs eventually led him up another path to the surface which exited at a clearing with a lovely stone starter base that definitely belonged to a hermit. And based on the signs themselves, it was Tango. That guess was verified the moment Zed went inside and Tango was working inside. The sheep hybrid immediately hugged Tango, though pulled away sooner than normal because due to the humidity of the jungle, everything felt much hotter. Or, based on what Tango said, that wasn’t the only thing.

They went back outside and Tango showed off that the whole area was clear because it had burned down because of Tango. He was pretty sure ever since they showed up in this world, he had slowly been losing control of his mob side. Bringing that up, Zedaph remembered the repeated disappearance of his wheat as well as having more trouble with his hair.

The pair were very aware of the fact that Impulse was still stuck in a sea temple, so they didn’t worry too much about their conditions so much as they focused on preparing to find the last of their trio. But they probably should have worried a little more because Zedaph ended up taking a bit too far of a tumble and respawned. He was back at his spawn, still never making a bed for himself. He supposed that could change soon if they shear him instead, but that’s for later.

Right now, Zed is more interested in the new thing next to his spawn. Since Tango was so close, he thought it was something the blaze hybrid made for a moment, but then he realized the piece of bedrock. The whole thing was mainly made up of jungle wood and vines, but it did also have bedrock as well as a melon. Zed was perfectly happy for more melons, so he broke it to take along for himself, leaving to join Tango again.

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When Scar disappeared, Bdubs gave up. Before he thought the void wasn’t killing him, but then he finally saw Scar. He was actually just extremely high up and had been falling for days, but now he had finally hit the death zone. But he didn’t die, he just kept going.

Bdubs curled up into a ball to try and keep any warmth he still had close to him. No one would ever find him at this point. As far as everyone knew, no one could exist down there. He curled up more, not noticing as the black color on his hands crept further up his skin. Even if he noticed it, the void was already so dark, a little more wasn’t that surprising.

Bdubs was planning to stay that way forever, waiting to starve and hope he could keep himself from respawning. There was no point if he would never be rescued. The others could, but not him. But then there was a yell. It was so clear that Bdubs knew it wasn’t his imagination. He lifted his head up and looked around, seeing something that gave him hope once more. An end gateway was floating there.

Of course Bdubs was still falling, but the fact that it existed was enough. If he could find another further down, he could possibly grab onto it and jump in. So Bdubs started looking down, scanning the void below, until he surprisingly saw more endstone. And chorus plants. And Scar. And then he moved too close and slammed against the endstone.

Bdubs respawned and flailed his arms slightly, his orientation all screwed up from the respawn. His hands managed to find something, so before he could fall past it, Bdubs grabbed whatever it was for dear life. He felt his hands slip a little as friction fought momentum, but finally, he stopped moving, and he also wasn’t dead.

Looking up, Bdubs went to see what he grabbed. His eyes first caught what looked like an end gateway for the most part, but completely out of obsidian and only one piece of bedrock with the portal atop it. But that was all about two blocks above him and far out of his reach. He looked a bit further down and saw what exactly he was grabbing. Or more accurately, who. “Let go before I start kicking your arms.”

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In exploring the nether, Stress and False kept their eyes out for any signs of life. Or at least, any unnatural signs of life. Obviously the nether had its own lifeforms that were out and about, but any hermit they could find would be great, especially if they were one of the ones to spawn in the Nether itself. Their portal had taken them through to the nether wastes, which was not the most ideal for telling if anyone was around. Anything mined away or built was likely to look like it was just part of the terrain.

With a bit of travelling, making sure to protect each other from the monsters of the dimension, the pair eventually reached a warped forest which definitely looked lived in. Trees were chopped down, land cleared and flattened, and a starter base stood between two trees that were definitely not naturally spawned.

Between Keralis and Wels, they were pretty sure this was made by the former. Both women went into the base, finding it was only a facade and there was nothing behind it except for chests and a respawn anchor. Since they weren’t in danger, they joked about it actually being Grian’s base seeing as it had no back. They also used it as a place to rest, waiting a bit and hoping Keralis would return soon.

After maybe nearly an hour of waiting and no one returned, Stress got up and made a sign and left that behind while False made sure the coast was clear and they could continue exploring. They originally planned to keep going until finding a fortress, but something much more interesting appeared in their path. It was made mostly of warped wood, but also had a block of bedrock and a piece of twisting vines.

Based on the fact the bedrock existed, they were pretty sure this wasn't something Keralis built, but it still wasn’t natural, so False and Stress carefully split up to cover more ground. Here and there, they found more signs that Keralis had been around, such as a chest here and there or a partially chopped tree, but no sign of the builder himself. When the pair met back up, they paused the search for their fellow hermit to instead locate a fortress.

With the lack of natural regeneration, the ability to make health and regeneration potions was going to be important. While they didn’t currently have enough resources to make a proper blaze farm, they did have False herself along with an enchanted sword, so for the beginning of the world in their situation, it was pretty good.

They happened to stumble upon the fortress by accident, Stress digging into the walls to escape a magma cube that had followed her through the delta. While it couldn’t get through the one block wide path, she still dug further back until finding the other side of the wall, and a fortress visible from the opening.

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Xb had nearly a third of a stack of rotten flesh he dried until it was practically jerky. He had tested it out a bit, finding that it could still give him a hunger effect, but it was less likely to happen. He also had a few pieces of normal rotten flesh, but those were for an emergency.

While he hated to think about it, the undried rotten flesh at least had some sort of liquid in it. And since the main problem Xb was having in the desert was dehydration, it was better than nothing. He would have gathered more, but since he didn’t have a chest to keep items in, having more than he was going to need was just going to be a waste, his items getting left behind to a place he was unlikely to return to.

While he wanted to head towards Iskall, it was obvious there wasn’t much else in the way of life. The other direction is what would have been spawn, so he was more likely to find life that way if the world was the same as what they chose in the first place. He made sure his food sources were prepared as well as some sandstone he crafted up. It would help him mark his path so he wouldn’t get lost in the future. It would also help anyone who went looking for hermits a path to his main ‘base’ and then he could lead them further to Iskall.

Xb waited until the sun was starting to set to start his journey. While he would also need to deal with the mobs that spawned at night, he needed to deal with husks anyway since they didn’t burn, and the chill of night would help stave off any dehydration. Slowly but surely, Xb weaved his way between mobs and through the desert, placing markers along the way. The desert seemed almost endless, but just as the sun was starting to rise, Xb saw the best thing ever, a river cutting through the desert.

Before he could reach it, a skeleton shot him and stole the rest of his health, but right now he was too happy about the fact that he had found water, and hopefully that would eventually lead him to a different biome. His plan was to race over to Iskall and tell them the good news, but instead, he stopped and looked at the new thing in the sand.

It was made mostly of smooth sandstone, but also had a piece of bedrock with regular sand sitting on top of it. Making sure he wasn’t hallucinating, Xb touched the pillar a few times to make sure it was actually real, surprised every time that it was. He knew it wasn’t there before, but why now? Was it that whatever put them in this situation was tracking when they reached some sort of goal? Because he had just found water, and now there it was.

As far as Xb knew, that was the answer, and he wasn’t really looking for a new one. Instead he just started off towards Iskall’s spawn, ready to tell them the news and hopefully help them get to the water as well.

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“Tango! Tango Tango Tango!” Tango looked over at Zedaph who was repeating his name. “Tango, you’ll never guess what I found.” The blaze hybrid looked over at his friend, an eyebrow raised in questioning.

“Alright, so- wait did you grab my stuff?” Zedaph asked, and a moment later Tango gave him his items back. “Alright, so when I respawned, something new was at my spawn, and I didn't put it there, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t unless blaze have some special bedrock power I wasn’t aware of.”

“No, we don’t. What exactly did you find?”

Zedaph shrugged. “Well, it was made mostly of jungle wood, but I also got these melons out of it.” And he showed off the fruit, which made Tango bristle a bit.

“Any chance you can put that back? Normally just grabbing a melon out in the world would be fine, but this was obviously built into something we didn’t make while we’re already in a bad situation.” Tango pointed out, and Zedaph agreed, putting the melon back together and running back to his spawn.

While the sheep hybrid was away doing that, Tango got curious. Obviously Zedaph hadn’t spawned next to whatever that was, but it was now at his spawn. Tango hadn’t been to his spawn recently, so for all he knew, there was another one of those at his spawn.

Leaving a sign behind for if Zed returned before him, Tango set out towards where his original spawn had been. While it took a little bit of searching, the fact that it was also a bit burnt up similar to his base made it much earlier to find. As he reached the clearing, he also spotted a new structure, though it wasn’t the same as how Zedaph described.

Instead of something made entirely of jungle wood, Tango’s structure was mainly mossy cobble, though it was decorated with a few jungle buttons. It also had a piece of bedrock like Zed had mentioned, but instead of a melon, there, sitting in a pot, was a single jungle sapling.

Tango stared at the pillar for a few moments before he jumped as some nearby leaves caught fire. He stomped them out so the whole forest wouldn’t go down, then he booked it out of there to get back to his sign and hopefully tell Zedaph about what he found.

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Hypno continued to walk in the ever shifting flower fields. He had essentially given up on finding an exit as the place seemed to go on forever. He partially thought he was going around in circles, but the flowers he saw in the distance were never quite the same, so obviously he wasn’t. Or maybe he was just going crazy, because he kept hearing what sounded like cows, but he never actually saw any.

The few times he glanced at his comm, hoping he could get some information, Hypno saw there were a few death messages getting in that proved that this flower forest couldn’t be the only thing around, but the biomes still seemed huge if he couldn’t escape this one.

The hermit grabbed another dandelion from the ground and bit into it. It was a bit dry and it didn’t taste the best, but right now it was all Hypno had. It was keeping him from completely starving or getting dehydrated, but he had already managed to die a few times from starving from walking around. Also once dying to a bee when he got frustrated enough and it stung him just enough to kill. At this point that was actually sounding appealing again.

Hypno stumbled, his foot getting caught in some of the foliage. He let out a shout before he collided with the ground, accidentally biting his cheek in the process which honestly just added insult to injury. He groaned as he turned over, lying on his back. At this point he didn’t have the energy to get back up, especially since he had just spent the whole night wandering around.

He squinted up at the sky, the sun finding its way directly to his eyes. At this point, dying and trying again would probably be a good idea. He would start back at spawn and make absolutely sure he walked straight in one direction and- Is that a cow?

Hypno weakly lifted his head to see a yellow cow trotting it’s way over to him, curious about the noise and the thing lying in the grass. He watched as it got closer before he didn’t even have enough energy to keep his head up. Eventually it was right above Hypno, looking down at him. A dusting of pollen seemed to float around it, which the hermit found mesmerizing.

Before long, he closed his eyes, exhaustion and starvation finally catching up to him. Even when he respawned, Hypno didn’t really feel like getting back up. Well, that was until someone said his name. “Hypno, is that you?”

Hypno lifted his head up to see two unfamiliar things. The first was a thing made of honeycomb and birch. It also had a piece of bedrock with a pot with some sort of yellow flower sitting in it that was not a dandelion. It actually reminded him of that cow. The other thing was what seemed to clearly be Etho leaning against the pillar thing. “Hey, how long have you been out here?” Hypno asked, slurring his words just a tad.

“I’m pretty sure it’s been about a day. Are you doing okay? You’re looking a bit worse for wear.”

Hypno just waved it off. “‘M fine. Just had trouble finding a way out of this biome. But obviously you know where to go since you’re here.”

Etho sighed. “Yeah, about that. I just sort of keep appearing at people’s spawns when I die. I was just over with Grian and the bots. They had something that looked like this too to be honest, so I’m guessing it’s marking all the different spawns.”

Hypno nodded a bit, letting his head go back to resting in the soft grass beneath him. “Hypno, what happened to your hat?”

Hypno gave a weak shrug, then lifted his arm to check his hat. It mostly felt like it was coated in pollen, which wasn’t surprising given the state of his comm, but Etho guided him down until he felt what was clearly a tear in the fabric. Investigating a bit more, Hypno finally found something pointy that had gotten into his cap and torn it. He grabbed whatever it was and tried to pull, but it seemed like it was caught on something, because pulling seemed to hurt a bit.

Hypno tried a few more times before Etho grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Hypno, I think you’ve got a bit of a problem.” The ninja spoke, making Hypno hum tirely in a questioning tone. “I think you’re growing horns.”

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Keralis had been on the overworld for about two days at this point. No one had come back into the house since he arrived, which was a bit worrying, but for all he knew, they were going through the nether looking for him. He would have loved to go back through and tell whoever it was that he had found their portal, but Keralis was pretty sure he wanted to stay away from the nether a bit longer.

The base he had ended up in was very different from the fiery nether, being a house sitting on the beach near the ocean with a coral reef. It was nice and cool and colorful as opposed to the hot two toned nether. It was day at this point, so Keralis was back at the shore with his feet in the water, blissfully taking it all in. A few tropical fish swam by, and he put a hand in to feel them nudge against it.

He had found enough string to make himself a fishing rod, so he was set on food, especially since he also had the resources to make a soul campfire. Keralis never used it since he never got any pork to cook, but it was nice to have the option, and now he was having something better than suspicious stew.

As he pulled another boot up from the water, Keralis realized something looked different. He squinted a little, the slight rippling of the water making it hard to tell what he was seeing. Wondering if it was another sign of life, the builder put his fishing rod to the side and started wading into the water, eventually swimming over to see what it was.

The last thing Keralis expected to see amongst the coral was a piece of bedrock, but there it was, surrounded by a mixture of coral and wood in some sort of small monument or pillar. There was also a sea pickle growing on top of the bedrock, which was odd, but also seemed to accent the decoration.

Keralis stared at the build for a moment more before surfacing to refill his lungs with air. He floated there for a moment, catching his breath, and then his already naturally wide eyes widened more as he saw something similar in the distance.

Taking another deep breath, Keralis swam over to a structure made of a different color of coral with sandstone instead of wood. The bedrock was still present, but this time a single piece of kept was growing there, flowers budding to show it was fully grown even at its diminutive height. There was nothing else around but the natural coral itself, and obviously a hermit couldn’t place bedrock, but here it was.

Keralis swam back to the surface once more. He originally was going to just get more air and go back down, but instead something caught his eye yet again. But this time it wasn’t underwater, but on the shore. Hermits. Hermits were there, on the shore. Keralis shouted to get their attention before swimming towards them. He wasn’t alone anymore.

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Normally, getting to explore new things the gods added to the worlds was fun. Especially when it was something that was still in their special exploration worlds that people could visit and learn what was new while it also changed around them. Normally they were called snapshot worlds. But something told her this wasn’t one of those.

It had been a few days and absolutely nothing seemed to be new. If anything, it was all getting worse. She had finally gotten her comm to start partially working again, giving her coordinates and opening up chat, but she still couldn’t send anything. Instead, all that was coming through were death messages.

A few of the names in the deaths were familiar, being the names of more famous people. I mean, there was Doc, the imprisoner of the first god. Xisuma the Blood God and creator of bedwars. Etho the near immortal. And more after that. Sure, she also had a few claims to fame, but none as important as those.

She tried to send a message once her comm was working again, but she just got an error message of a failure to send, followed by a few more death messages. It looked like she wasn’t going to get help from any of those people, and she also hadn’t fixed her comm enough for a portal back to the world hub so that wasn’t an option either.

Instead, she had set up a bit of a base, having gotten lucky and spawned not too far from a structure. She salvaged the fabric making up a tent to make herself a bed, then explored the pit right next to it. It was filled with some new block that was a mix of gravel and dirt, maybe a bit of sand too. Picking up the block and scanning it with her comm, she identified it as loess.

With a bit of testing, she found it was too loose for the natural magic of the world to help hold it up. She also found with her limited use of magic that there was something hidden within some of the loess. Digging up the block seemed to be enough to damage and completely destroy whatever it was, so she did her best to keep the new block still.

A bit more exploring led her to finding some old string and a number of copper nuggets and then her mind filled in the blanks. When everything was first revealed, there were supposed to be brushes to dust through dirt and gravel, but obviously that wasn’t the case anymore with the loess existing. With a bit of fiddling, she was able to make herself a brush from the materials left behind and start to brush at the loess.

It had almost become a daily task for her since she had been here so long, but as it was slowly giving her resources, she didn’t mind that much. She even managed to get a special old stone sword at one point. It was about to break, but it had a special name carved into it in galactic which she was slowly translating out.

The only other issue she was having was the fact that her health wasn’t regenerating. She hadn’t yet died, but at this point it was getting close. She was taking more and more precautions while looking for artifacts, having to go deeper and deeper for more loess. And then one day, about five and a half days into her stay there, she finally wasn’t cautious enough.

A zombie had snuck up on her and began to attack while she was translating the sword once more. In a panic, she dropped the item and the zombie grabbed it instead. She attempted to escape the cave, only to trap herself in the corner and find no way to escape without dying.

The sword was enough to take her remaining hearts and send her back to her bed. She took a walk around the area to calm herself down before stumbling upon a new structure. It was made from granite and dripstone, but also had a piece of bedrock with some more loess sitting on top. Part of her wanted to see what was within the soil that was so important to keep on a pedestal, but the energy coming from this pillar thing made her reluctant to do anything.

She pulled her comm out to simply take a picture of the structure and save it for later, and she did, but then she saw her death message which made her eyes widen.

Geminitay was slain by Zombie using ⊣ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷꖌᒷᒷ!¡ᒷ∷ ᔑリ↸ ᒲ𝙹リᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ ᓭꖎᔑ||ᒷ∷

She needed to get herself an anvil.

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Redstone was very easy. Okay, normally it was very easy. But when you were making something entirely new and couldn’t get into the zone because of the illagers making noises all around you, it became much harder. Especially when they weren’t just existing around you and actually trying to pull your attention away on purpose.

Mumbo grumbled as he lost his place again, tearing up his current redstone circuit and scribbling out his notes. It have been well over a day at this point and the illagers were still trying to get his attention. Of them, Eflyn was the most vocal, them being the head evoker in the mansion and the only reason Mumbo was allowed to stay unharmed. Which is why when he finally followed when the illager finally threatened to take that immunity away.

With some hesitance, Mumbo followed the evoker to whatever was getting them so worked up. He was led to the room he started in, the old beds having been removed and replaced with a structure of dark oak. In the center, it featured a block of bedrock, and perched on top, though there was no obsidian to house it, was a piece of what seemed to be a nether portal.

The evoker stood nearby as Mumbo approached the structure slowly. The portal piece was of course radiating a good amount of magical energy, but that wasn’t what caught Mumbo’s eye. Though the color of bedrock made it tough to see, putting his hand on the stone, he could feel something carved into the side.

Furrowing his brows, Mumbo pulled some redstone out and smeared it against the block. The red dust stuck to the block, completely coating it. He then grabbed his notebook and took the flat edge to level the dust. All the redstone on the main part of the block was wiped away, getting pushed to the ground, but the dust within the carving was left behind, the flat edge passing over it.

When Mumbo stepped back, a red mark was left within the redstone, now clearly visible. Chiseled into the side of the block was a rectangle in the shape of a portal, though broken partially by the disconnected squares in the top left and bottom right corners.

“My word.” Mumbo said, shocked. “And how did it get here?”

“It just appeared.” Eflyn replied. “If anything, I was assuming you would know better than I.”

Mumbo tilted his head. “I’m sorry. Why would I know stuff like that? I’ve been working as much as I could these past few days.”

The evoker nodded, then took a careful step forward before gesturing to the pillar. “I’m sure as you can tell by the symbol, that was created by a higher power than us or the vex that assist us.”

Mumbo looked back at the symbol. “Higher power? But that’s just something I’ve seen Grian with h- are you okay?” A moment after he said Grian’s name, the evoker had suddenly gotten defensive and moved back, as if they were expecting something to happen.

“I… expected them to be upset.” Eflyn explained. “Most higher beings such as… them are unhappy with their true names being spoken. It is why we simply call the vex by that collective name.”

Mumbo thought it over, trying to figure out what was being talked about. “I… I assume you are talking about the Watchers? Grian said that’s what that symbol was for. He had it on some sort of mask.”

“On a mask? I… I would assume a white one with a purple symbol?” The evoker carefully asked, leaving Mumbo nodding at first before shaking his head. “It wasn’t?”

“No. Well, the mask was white, yes, but Grian’s was a black symbol, not purple.”

“I see.” Eflyn responded in a quiet voice. “I think that… we may be able to assist you with your… project.”

Mumbo didn’t notice the tone, more excited at the prospect of help. “Oh! That would be very nice. I would be grateful for any help.”

The evoker nodded, then led Mumbo away. It looked like something other than redstone would be needed for this odd man’s goal. But fortunately evokers like them had the needed skills to teach magic.

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Though he had left, sitting in the back of the mesa mineshaft was a pillar built just like the others, though it had terracotta and red sandstone building the bulk of it. Sitting on top of the bedrock in the build, instead of chiseled red sandstone, there was a block of gold ore just sitting there.

Similarly, back at the ravine Ren started in, there was a pillar made of the different types of stone, the main piece on top of the bedrock being some pointed dripstone, pointing up to the sky.

Both Ren and Cub were far enough from their spawns, they weren’t able to find the new structures. Both of them had gotten beds, so even if they died, their respawns would take them to their bed as opposed to their starting spawn. But the pillars still stood there, since someone else could use them.

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Grian preened his wing for the thousandth time, trying once more to pull the immovable ice and snow from his feathers so he could fly. Grum and Jrum stood nearby, watching their dad with trepidation. After he had seemingly killed Etho, the avian had been pushed off the cliff by the bots in the heat of the moment. A minute later, he was back, having respawned on the bed.

Both of the bots held up their hands offensively, ready to fight if they needed to. But Grian had just stared at them with his bright amethyst eyes, hardly blinking. He used up his magic from respawning to summon in some bales of hay, which in a moment had been spread around the bed in the shape of a nest.

Jrum had been the first to try approaching, but while it went well at first, eventually something upset Grian and he acted violently until the bot had gone back to his brother’s side. And that’s where they were now. A day and a half later, Grian was still in a nest by himself while the bots stood in the snow nearby.

While the cold wasn’t enough to kill the robots, it was still slowly freezing their joints in place. Before long, they wouldn’t just be standing there because it was open, they would be stuck there. Grian was their main source of warmth, and he wasn’t letting them nearby.

“I give up! He can fight me all he wants but I don’t want to freeze!” Jrum finally shouted, then stomped over to the bed nest. Grian was immediately defensive, trying to keep the bot away, but Jrum refused to be stopped. Even as Grian tried to push him out, Jrum stayed in place, stubbornly refusing to move. When their dad couldn’t do anything, Grum joined his brother, and while it upset Grian just as much, the bots didn’t care and curled up next to their dad until eventually calmed down.

Somehow, both the bots got to sleep, Grian putting his wings over them as blankets, but when they woke up again, Grum specifically being the first up, the avian was gone. Grum slowly pulled himself out of the nest and over to what else caught his eye. On the snowy pillar that had appeared there days ago, there now seemed to be glowing text.

As far as he was aware, that was supposed to be added into the worlds to let item frames and text on signs glow, but this seemed to not be the same as that. Instead it looked like the symbols that enchanting tables pulled in from nearby bookshelves, but just floating there. Because it was a language his dad was able to read, Grum also knew how to read it, though the translation confused him at first.

The words started by saying ‘step one’ which implied that there were supposed to be more steps. Unfortunately, only one was listed. But that could be explained by the instruction itself. ‘Step one, all twenty eight reach the origin.’ Grum was pretty sure that ‘the origin’ meant spawn, but what was confusing was that it seemed to say twenty eight people. Maybe. The symbols for saying twenty eight were going between saying that and twenty six. With Grum and his brother around, that of course made twenty six, but why were there suddenly two more people involved.

Grum used his communicator based functions to look at the list of those in the world, surprised to see two names that were not there from the start. Those two were Pearlescentmoon and Geminitay. Grum was glad to see a familiar name, Pearl being a friend of Grian’s, but he didn’t immediately know the second name. He checked the chat to look through the messages and find out when they had arrived, since he had turned off his notifications for all of those when it was too much.

He didn’t scroll back too far, instead having two other messages catch his attention. The first was a death message from one of the new people, Geminitay having been killed by a zombie with a specially named item. That gave Grum the idea of named items being used to send messages. The other was a message about the people in the world changing, but instead of one of the new people joining, someone else had left, that being Grian.

Excited about the possibility that their dad had found an escape, Grum made some snow into a snowball and slowly had the magic essentially burn itself into the snowball as he tried naming it. As the text was in galactic and not standard text, it was going to come out weird, but something would be better than nothing.

When the message was done, Grum ran over to Jrum and shook him awake. “Jrum. Jrum! Wake up! We need to try something!” The other bot woke up from being shaken, then looked up at his brother asking what they needed to do. “I need to kill you with this snowball!

Jrumbot was slain by Grumbot using ||⊣╎ᒷᒷ∴ .

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Underwater, in a different ocean than the spawns of Stress, False and Impulse, was an underwater ravine filled with glow squid. They swam around, glad that nothing else was spawning down there with them. Even though there was a cave nearby. Even though the cave had an air bubble. Even though in the air bubble was a pillar, so similar to the others scattered around the world. It was made of kelp blocks and oak wood for the most part, but there was still the item on the bedrock.

Sitting on top of the bedrock was an oak wood sign. Text was added onto the sign in blue, and it glowed due to the ink of a glow squid. As opposed to what was found on the pillar on the mountain, the message there was in standard text. Though no one was there to read it, it was ready for when someone did arrive to see its message. ‘Step three.’

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It’s all timing - pjm

– If you’re searching for a light and fluffy read well, this won’t be your cup of tea so continue with caution darlings! –

Title – It’s all timing

Pairing – cold husband! Jimin x clocksmith! OC

Genre – fantasy, romance, extreme amount of angst, time travel, smut, marriage, established relationship, Ceo, exes to lovers

Summary – I learnt the hard way that marriage can change a person. I would have never thought that an old watch will let me have a glimpse of my ex-husband’s world but don’t be mistaken I’m not here to fix things. I’m here to change it.

Warning(s) – Jimin is not a loveable character here (until way way later), cheating, mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, falling in and out of love, the past and present clash a lot, different timelines that may be confusing, this is going to be a wild ride girls and boys, themes of depression and sadness, feeling of worthlessness, and self-image distortion, numbness, discussion of not wanting to have children. Unedited.

Word Count – (5.2k)

[21st March 2021]

Things between us were not always complicated. Our friendship was always exceptional even when friends fought and sought different ways after freshman year at the local Community College, Jimin and I were glued to each other’s side and maybe that’s why no one was surprised as we announced our plans to get married after we graduated.

The new world that greeted us after we finished high school only seemed meaningful because I had Jimin by my side. At that time I had no idea I’ll fall for him this hard, he literally became the extension of myself, my arms and limbs and the lungs that kept me alive. He was my first serious boyfriend even though I dated a few guys here and there before him but none of those relationships seemed to work out either because of me or the guy. Jimin is someone who could easily have his ways with words so when he decided to show interest in me as in more than friends, it was inevitable that I would give in. He was a wonderful lover in the beginning. Passionate and loving, we had many movie nights that ended up with his hands down my pants as his thick fingers rubbed my clit. He bought me flowers and comforted me when I had a bad day.

His cunning smile could get him out of a lot of trouble. Maybe that’s why I never saw the other side of him that sometimes peeked through his carefully crafted mask. I decided to ignore all the red flags until I found myself in a loveless marriage with a man that I couldn’t recognise anymore. Once I realised what had happened it was already too late.

 [12nd November 2018]

Jimin hated the fact that I was a heavy sleeper. He even threatened me once that he’ll sleep in the guest room if he had to wake up one more time to my alarm relentlessly ringing while I showed no signs of waking up any time soon.

My workspace was on the other side of town. The rent was cheap so it was worth the extra miles and the full tank of gas in my car but because of it I had to wake up extra early so I could finish showering then I would go to the kitchen to make lunch for Jimin to take with him to work and still have enough time to get ready with a freshly brewed coffee in one hand and toast in the other. Even after our first year in marriage passed by like a flash, Jimin continued to be his affectionate self, he showered me with kisses and felt needy for my touch.

It was one of our best years together. Jimin started to get more involved with his father’s company and my workshop began to gain more popularity to my greatest surprise. While I was working on an old clock that was brought into my shop by an old married couple a few hours ago my focus kept wandering back to this morning. Smiling under my nose as I thought back to why I was late to open up my little workshop this particular morning.

Jimin likes to be spontaneous he always calls me a bore when I hesitate to try out new things but this time he did not have to do much convincing before I agreed. It was weirdly satisfying to wake up to Jimin’s head buried between the juncture of my thighs, shaking and aroused even though I couldn’t feel or hear him do all those sinful things to me while I was asleep. I didn’t feel him take off my panties or lift the covers to expose my bare centre to his hungry eyes and when our gazes met he proudly told me how well I took his fingers even while I was unconscious.

Experimenting was not something I was willing to do before Jimin showed me the appeal of trying out new things. With him by my side, I felt invincible like I could conquer the world if he stays next to me holding my hand tight.

We outlived all expectations. They said high school sweethearts don’t last, well, we did.  Even though both of our parents were against the idea of us marrying each other so young we ended up doing just that. Jimin proposed after we got our diploma and I said yes. We lived together as roommates throughout all those years we spent together studying and we moved in together after both of us got our first jobs as postgrads.

I was happy it felt like we were at the top of the world but if I had known that after that year everything will go downhill I would have tried to be happier.

 [24th December 2019]

Do you know what are the telltales of cheaters? Well, it starts with subtle changes in his behaviour, you begin to see him less he makes up excuses of having too much work to do or stress so that he could avoid your advances.

He tries to make it up to you with expensive gifts but they mean nothing after the tenth impersonal present because all you would ever want is his attention and love instead of those pathetic attempts of showing their devotion with empty words. The last and most important one on the list is the new anonymous contact on his phone that shows several phone calls and text messages back and forth for hours.

Jimin did all of those.

He stopped experimenting with me. He would fuck me from behind even when I told him I want to see his face. No foreplay, no more cute nose kisses and breathless laughs between the acts of lust and playful wandering fingers.

He no longer cared if I finished first or not at all because after he was done it meant it was over. Jimin took a shower and crawled into bed facing away from me now that this task was taken care of. After the fifth time that he left me hanging, I gathered all the courage that’s left in me to stop his hands from dipping under my pants. I felt disgusted and used he made me think I’m a mere fucktoy that he can discard once it lost its appeal.

I had one of the worst days at work. The clock I was working on was missing a crucial part that I could only import from abroad and the man who wanted it fixed told me to don’t bother because he can’t afford such an expensive repair. It was not something that I could control, the clock was antique for fucks sake. He left without paying for my services even though I told him it was not the only part that I needed to change.

On my way home, a drunk man almost crashed into me with his Sedan and it left me a little shaken up, it was justified to feel the way I was and when Jimin tried to make a move on me by groping my breasts without asking permission first I just snapped.

Not one to back up he snapped right back and it led to one of our ugliest fights. I couldn’t believe the words he so carelessly let out from between those poisonous lips. We had quarrels before every couple has that, it’s normal to disagree to some extents but he went too far this time around. It’s not just the words that left me a crying mess on our bedroom floor with snot stuffing my nostrils, sniffing and rubbing the tears from my swollen eyes. I broke down once I heard the front door shut with a force that made the windows shake. It was past midnight when I heard shuffling and muffled voices, I knew Jimin was back so I cracked the door open just enough to peek into the dark living room.

It was not just Jimin, the smell of alcohol penetrated my nostrils as I watched my husband with disgust, making out with a girl in our shared apartment. I couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring this chick back where we’re supposed to live together, it was just too much. Hearing him ram into her from the guest bedroom while I cried in our shared bedroom with just one wall separating us. I bet he didn’t even hear the front door closing while I dialled my friend’s number to pick me up. He couldn’t have heard that over that girl’s loud moaning.

I don’t remember when I finally stopped crying in my friend’s arms. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what happened. It was enough humiliation to witness my once loving husband come home with a quick fuck after a fight, it doesn’t matter that he was reeking of expensive shots of alcohol. It didn’t make his actions any less painful.

My heart broke into a million more pieces when I saw him calling me the next day. I didn’t have the guts to pick up, all I could see was him kissing another girl. I bet he was so drunk that he couldn’t remember anything, I wonder if he yelled at the girl in the morning to get the fuck out once he realised it’s not me who lays beside him. Wishful thinking on my part, he probably fucked her in the morning too just before he called me.

Somi finds my body doubled over her toilet throwing up water since it’s been a while I last ate. She helps me through it and gently gathers my hair into a loose ponytail so I won’t get any in my hair as beads of sweat and tears are rolling down my face. My body works on autopilot going through the cleaning motions as I take a burning hot shower and then lay down to get some rest. My body aches and the fatigue is evident in every lazy flutter of my lashes.

I hear his voice, pleading to my friend to let him see me. Now it’s dark outside, it must be hours that I slept through. Somi denies that I’m here and I’m thankful for her quick understanding, the last thing I want right now is to face him. Even though I never told her what happened between us she could sense that it’s more than just a little lovers quarrel.

Our second anniversary would have been next month but instead of roses and kisses next to a dimly lit dinner table, there’s only a big envelope with papers. Divorce papers. The first time he sees me after a month of silence is to have his signature that would end this relationship for good. Today should have been a nice memory filled with laughter and passionate lovemaking. Maybe we were never meant to find each other. Better off as friends, these simple yet powerful words might have saved our future back then if one of us were brave enough to say it.

Jimin looks worn out, it’s obvious he rushed here from his office once you called, he wears his formal attire. He didn’t think you would show up even though it’s supposed to be the day that you should celebrate another year of marriage.

The papers lay heavy on his side of the table as he skims through the content he sees that you already signed your part. He picks up the pen that I prepared in advance, his hands are shaking almost crushing the poor stationery in half with the strength that he holds it.

”I don’t want to d-divorce.” It’s the first sentence that he says to me. His lips are quivering and fat tears are rolling down his cheeks by the time he dares to look into my eyes. I’m however are past the point of shedding crocodile tears. I cried over him enough times to make my face feel numb and puffy with the amount of sadness that poured out of my body in pathetic waves. I can’t keep eye contact for long as his face keeps reminding me of that night I tried so hard to erase from my memory this past month. A part of me is furious seeing him cry, he was the one who sealed out fate. He has no right to feel sad or plead with me to give him another chance.

”If you ever loved me, you will sign it. I give you a week to do the right thing.” With those last words, our anniversary ended.

 [13rd October 2020]

”It’s been a whole year after your divorce, don’t you think it’s time to get yourself out there again?” So this is why she wanted to see me I realise.

I know Somi means well, but I dread those words coming out of her mouth every once in a while. If I think about it she was always good at choosing the worst timing to bring the subject up. She’s not aware that this particular day holds a lot of those sour memories that I once cherished. This day was once one of the most important days to me, to us.

Today is Jimin’s Birthday, it’s the first time since we became friends and then later lovers that we don’t spend this day together anymore. I don’t know how to feel about it yet. I used this new year to heal from my wounds that the love of my life left behind. Getting used to living alone after living with someone for so long was tough. I caught myself making more food than I needed or when I was shopping I got those yoghurts that Jimin loves so much even though I’ve always hated the taste of those. I end up throwing them out at home. I blocked his number and any kind of social media that I could think of from the top of my head. The silence between us was crushing at first, I thought that there are no more tears left to shed but when I got our divorce papers from my attorney I couldn’t stop the new waves of tears from escaping.

Yet all my efforts seem to be in vain as my mind keeps going back to him. I catch myself wondering how he’s doing. If he feels as shitty as me even after a full year apart. If he ever wished things would have been different between us. I just wanted to know if he ever regretted destroying our marriage because of another girl. I don’t know if they are together or not or if he dates her now that I’m out of the picture but it’s better left this way. I’m already heartbroken, seeing him again would just open up my barely healed wounds.

”Can we not talk about this today? I’m feeling kinda low right now.” I sigh, shaking my head habitually if only it would make me stop thinking about him. There’s an old fashioned watch with a silver-coated socket in front of me, it’s pretty. A middle-aged woman brought it to me today telling me that it was a gift from his grandfather but it was never in working condition. She went to several locksmiths over the years but no one could fix it so she asked at last that I would be willing to pay for it. I found it interesting so I agreed to buy it from her. I started working on the old watch and at the beginning, it didn’t want to tick even when I made the necessary changes. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it when seemingly it didn’t have anything that needed to be fixed.

On my way home after a rough day at work, I bought some soju from the corner convenience store so I could at least get drunk enough to sleep through the whole night. The pills my therapist prescribed for me doesn’t seem to work at all nowadays.

I placed the watch down onto my bedside table and pulled the comforter over my drunk head. I heard the loud ticking of a clock but I don’t remember having one on the wall. I thought that my drunk mind probably was still hung up on the fact that I couldn’t even fix a simple watch so I shrugged the noises off and closed my eyes until red dots filled my vision.

I just need some sleep.

 [13rd November 2018]

”Wake up, baby. You’ll be late again.” There’s a kiss on my shoulder then on my temple as warm hands turn me around in bed. It feels oddly familiar to have two hands around my waist that pulls me into a hard chest, blond fluffy hair fills my vision once my eyelashes flutter open.

I’m back in our shared bedroom at his lavish apartment that’s a lot better than the shitty apartment that I was able to afford after our messy divorce. Divorce? Wait. A. Fucking. Minute. What is Jimin doing here holding me? It’s been too long that I saw him but he looks oddly young here, the Jimin I last saw started to get wrinkles and lost a bit of weight but this man reminds me of the boy I fell in love with. I remember getting drunk last night but I’m sure even at the state I was in I couldn’t get here on my own and I don’t remember getting a taxi or even getting up from my bed last night. I frantically search for my phone that I conveniently find on the nightstand, speechless as I watch Jimin stretch like we just didn’t share a bed together after one year of not seeing each other. He shouldn’t look so relaxed while I panic internally.

Then I see the date as my phone screen activates with my touch. I don’t use this phone anymore, I got another one after I blocked Jimin’s number because this device was a birthday present from him that kept reminding me of, well, him so I decided to change it even though I couldn’t afford a similar model like this with my single salary. I remember this day like it only happened yesterday it was around the time that he got a good position at his father’s company and we were both invited to a found raiser event. I bought this beautiful red dress that he eagerly ripped off of me once we were back at home slightly buzzed on the champagne.

It doesn’t make sense though. The only explanation that I can come up with is that I might be still drunk and I’m hallucinating of some sort after all it was just yesterday that Jimin’s birthday made me think about us again.

I lock myself into the bathroom. Sighing in relief once I am able to get away from Jimin’s inquiring eyes. He looked so confused when I refused to kiss him on the lips. I always kissed him goodbye before I went to work when things were still good between us. I just don’t know what to make of things right now, I’m so confused. It doesn’t feel like a dream at all and Jimin acts like he’s my husband rather than my ex-husband who cheated on me.

I splash some water on my face to calm down my nerves and I gasp when I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair, it’s long. I got rid of those long locks after our divorce was done, Jimin liked my hair like this, long and curly, so I decided to cut it short.

”Baby, did you bring your work home? I don’t remember seeing this old thing on our nightstand when we went to sleep.” Eyes widening I rip open the bathroom door startling Jimin as I grab the old watch out of his hands. The digits are frozen one at eight and the other at one. 18. 2018? Jimin catches my hand mid-air as I try to slap myself so I could make sure this is not a dream.

”Baby say something. You’re scaring me. Are you alright?” Jimin holds my hand gently thumbs rubbing my skin as his eyes express his worry. It’s been a while since he was so affectionate. He stopped caring for me after he found that girl. I let him pull me into a hug, I missed this. I missed him but this moment doesn’t change the fact that the Jimin I loved so much cheated on me.

I left to go to work earlier than I used to around this time and I know Jimin noticed. I told him to get some takeout for lunch too.

I worked on the clocks hoping that it will distract me but it just made me think of what happened this morning more. Doing it the second time around made the process easier, I knew what was wrong with the clocks before I get them into pieces. I even remembered the young couple who brought an expensive watch to get it more fitted to his arms and he accidentally left his bracelet on my working bench after trying on the watch to see it fits after the adjustments.

Jimin sulked a little after I denied his kisses but he didn’t force me and for that I was thankful. He nagged me even when we were surrounded by his father’s workers at the found raising event to tell him what made me ’mad’ at him because he wants to apologize properly if he did something wrong. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t just tell him he should apologize for something he will do in the future, it will just make me the weird one.

I was nervous to go home after the event because I remember how this night was supposed to end. My hand tightens around his arm when I see her approach us. I feel my stomach sink when she smiles at the both of us, introducing herself as Jimin’s coworker. I didn’t remember meeting her here but at that time I had no idea she’ll be the one who my husband cheats on me with. It was dark that day but I remember her blonde hair and her voice. I remember her moaning Jimin’s name.

”Y/N?” I snap my head towards the sound of his voice. He looks concerned it’s not the first time tonight that he had to repeat what he said. I feel sick, my body subconsciously leans on him to get a grip of reality.

I realised this is when it began. Her smile is anything but genuine as she fakes her concern, I can see the jealousy in her dark orbs as she watches my hand around my husband’s arm. She wanted him for herself all this time. She just doesn’t know yet that she succeeded a year after. A tear slid down my cheeks but I aggressively got rid of it before it could reach my chin. Jimin caged me between his strong arms drawing soothing circles onto my back but it doesn’t affect my body positively how it used to I cried harder inside his arms.

Jimin excused us and she relented even though it was clear as day that she wanted to send me daggers through her stare rather than her wishes for me to get better. The car ride was silent, he didn’t let go of my hand and I let him. I let this version of Jimin comfort me because he didn’t do anything wrong, not yet. He had no idea that this was our last happy years spent together before everything went downhill after that.

He held me in his arms.

 [5th March 2019]

After my revisit of 2018, I realised a few things. Firstly, I can travel between time with that old watch that only seem to works for a short period of time until it stops at the year I want to visit. The second thing I learnt is that Jimin can be manipulated with the right words. I decided after that night I saw her face raging with malice and jealousy that I’ll find out what really had happened between them. I know Jimin loved me even though I had doubts about it after our divorce. I knew him well we spend so much time together as friends even before we started dating. However, I never thought he would go so low as to cheat on his wife.

He was always gentle and understanding with me. Accepting the fact that I didn’t want to have children. He loved them but accepted me for who I was and never questioned why I felt this way. He was a good man, a good husband.

So I decided to watch him from afar and when she thought no one was looking, she showed her teeth like a venomous snake planting ideas into Jimin’s head talking shit about me, twisting my actions and words; going as far as telling him she thinks I am cheating on him! I know those pictures were fake as I did no such thing. I was so in love with him I would never betray him like that.

Then I remembered his odd change in behaviour, how he treated our once lovemaking sessions as fucking. How he couldn’t look into my eyes while he buried his dick inside my cunt made sense in a way now.

He thought I was the one who played him. He let himself believe that I was late from our dinners because I was fucking someone behind his back and when I told him I’m not in the mood to have sex. He got even angrier he thought that if I lied to his face he will show me what pain feels like by fucking that snake in our guest bedroom. My head was swimming overwhelmed with this information.

The truth hurt like hell.

I thought I will feel somewhat better once I discovered the truth but I feel even shitter. Jimin believed her, he didn’t bother to ask me if I was indeed cheating on him but can I really blame him? I didn’t ask either when I suspected it. We let our insecurities and that jealous bitch stand in between our marriage making it crumble down to pieces. I was angry, raging as my hand shook with it and it led me back to that day it happened. It felt too late to fix things so I closed my eyes and turned the clock. Leaving everything behind. Once and for all.

There’s nothing left for me to change in our past, I can’t fix our past mistakes but maybe I could change things in the future. Starting with exposing that snake. I wasn’t even surprised to see her as the head of the newly developed department.

[11st April 2021]

Jimin took over the firm after his father fell ill as I got to know from her assistant. I could tell she was surprised to see my face but even more surprised to realise it’s not Jimin’s whereabouts that I want to know but rather hers.

I shouldn’t be this smug about the fact that he cut all ties with her after our divorce. Deep down he was still a good man who couldn’t believe the fact that he fucked someone else while his wife cried next door with just one thin wall separating them.

I pictured this moment in my head a lot after I came back from the past. I’m way past the hurt and anger that settled in my bones for a full year and even before that. Instead, I felt eerily calm for someone who’s here to put up a show for the employees. I don’t even care if they think I’m crazy because once I locate her in her cubicles and dig my hair into her scalp pulling her hair hard with my iron grip all I could feel is utter satisfaction.

”I hope you enjoyed your good fuck. Was it satisfying to make my husband a cheater? I bet it was. Did you think I will never find out that you fed him lies and spread rumours about me sleeping around with men?”

Even the security watched as I pulled her by the hair the commotion around us almost drowned out the crying noises she made because of the pain. I didn’t pull that hard though, I hate her with every fibre of my being but I’m not a malicious person like her. She would deserve worse than what I’m doing but I never want to go down to her level ever again so I let her go.

”How did you found out?” She looked pale as a ghost. I know she was scared she had every right to be because I’m sure I have that crazy look in my eyes.

”It doesn’t matter. What does matter, however, is that now I know what you did to him. All for what? Just to have him all to yourself? Look how that turned out for you.” The people around us fell silent that’s how I knew Jimin is here. So I took a step closer to her and smiled.

”I never cheated on him but you know this well. This is not even why I feel so angry. The reason why I want to rip your hair out right this instant is not because you spread lies and badmouthed me but because you made him a cheater.”

It’s his first time seeing me after our divorce but I’ve been seeing him these past weeks thanks to the old watch. This time around I was able to look into his eyes and see that boy I fell in love with. We went through so much together, maybe.

Maybe we can overcome this too.

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they were roommates part seven

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: i was looking through my older posts and saw someone who said they really enjoyed my ‘adoptive daughter’ one shot ( thanks <3 ) and they also mentioned that they wanted it to be a full fic, like a proper story and all, so like i’m thinking about it. if i was gonna do it, would you guys prefer to see an extended ‘the adoptive daughter’ where i kind of drag it out more, and extend the storyline past that one shot. or would you rather just a completely new fic, no previous plot lines whatsoever? 

words: 6,279

After the night on the rooftop, things began looking up for all three of the people living in Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. Fred started acting like his usual self, now with the knowledge that he and y/n stood a chance together. George enjoyed having his two closest friends back in their right minds, and overall, no one was breaking in.

“So what could you possibly have to complain about!” Ginny guffawed, earning some glances from other customers inside the cafe she and y/n had stopped at one sunny afternoon.

The girl giggled, blushing at the brief attention before lowering her voice.

“I’m not complaining, I’m very lucky.” “Of course you are, not only was Bill in love with you- now Fred is!” The youngest Weasley was yet to calm herself over the news that her best friend was still going to be in with the family.

“I was only saying how I needed a bit of a break from the boys-”

“Spare me the lies- you couldn’t keep away from me for more than a week could you!” Ginny laughed, her head throwing back in the process.

It was true that y/n longed to see Ginny whenever they were apart, the girl and Hermione acting like her long lost sisters when they got together. But since she and Fred had gotten a little closer than friends; the loft seemed more cramped than ever. Not to mention that the twins had been pranking her all week long, showing no mercy to her begs for them to stop.

“Here she is!” The redhead announced, making Hermione frown at her friend before noticing the empty wine glasses on the table.

-

“I’m not that late am I?” She joked, taking a seat at their little table before ordering another round for them all.

“Oh no, Gin was just very excited to get started.” Y/n giggled, the alcohol only rouging her cheeks slightly.

“I can tell, your laugh was echoing down the alley,” ‘Mione smirked, leaning back and taking a sip of her own with a relieved sigh. “It feels good to have a break.”

“I haven’t stopped practising in months, this feels like an early christmas.” Ginny mused, reminding them all of why they were gathering in the first place.

Upon learning that y/n had the afternoon free, Ginny had raced over to the loft to take her own, sending an owl to Hermione telling her to sack off work so they could go for drinks. The desk maniac had grumbled, not one to walk out on a whim, but gave in when she thought back to how long it had been since she had seen the girls.

“Perks of being the head of your own department,” She grinned, eyeing up the girl beside her. “And how did you convince tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee to free you?”. Y/n ignored Weasley's look of confusion and giggled.

“I already had the afternoon off, luckily.”

“And Fred loves you.” Ginny slurred, calling the waiter over yet again.

“What!” Hermione squealed, having not been caught up since the girl and Bill decided not to pursue things. “When did this happen?”

“He doesn’t love me, Ginny, you minx.” Y/n slapped her friends wrist lightly.

“Oh he so does!”

Hermione frowned, remembering the conversation she and Fred had shared back at the burrow, how devastated he’d been just at the sight of the girl with Bill. If only she could reveal all that he’d told her, then y/n would know the truth. But Hermione knew all she could do to help was urge her into seeing what was obviously already there.

“He’s been looking after me, since the incident- then there was this thing on the roof the other night.” She explained to her friends.

“Not to mention you guys kissed!” Ginny piped up, and the look of shock on Hermione’s face was purely comical.

“Oh come on it wasn’t like that!” The girl defended, not wanting to rush into the idea that her feelings for Fred were reciprocated. “I kissed him.”

Hermione pulled her work blazer off and rested it on the back of the chair, preparing for what could only be an intense afternoon of grilling their new friend for details. That was as long as Ginny had anything to do with it, and Hermione would never say it, but she too lived for the same kind of gossip.

“Did he kiss you back?” She sipped on her wine politely, all the while watching her over the glass.

“Well- yeah but-” “Then he likes you!” Ginny squealed, positively ecstatic at the situation, her nose wrinkling up as she couldn’t stop smiling. Y/n admired how fearless the girl was as she gazed upon her hopeful sister-in-law.

“Oh will you just drop it,” The girl jokingly whined, rolling her eyes.

“Not until I see you in a wedding dress my girl!” She announced.

-

The three girls spent the rest of the day sharing stories and gossip, most of their time was used up discussing whether Hermione’s new secretary was pregnant or just ate really weird food. In the end they never came to a conclusion, Ginny having gotten side tracked when the other two had tried explaining what a Jaffa cake was to her.

By the time they paid the poor waiter, who seemed traumatised in their drunken company; the sun was just setting and they stumbled through the alley to drop y/n off at the twins’ front door.

“S-see home safe…” She giggled, leaning against the door and falling a little when the last customer tried to leave. “Oh sorry!” She tried to call out, but the three women were already in an unstoppable roar of laughter.

“You’re no safer in their company than ours!” Hermione tried to argue, gesturing to the two men inside, who had stopped what they were doing to try and comprehend what on earth was going on outside.

“And we’re sober!” Ginny cried. “Oh no- we’re not sober- they are.” She corrected herself, propping her head onto ‘Mione’s shoulder with a sweet giggle. The redhead’s eyes closed momentarily, before opening when her crutch decided to move off.

“See you soon y/n!” Hermione waved, dragging Ginny behind her, who tried to give her best goodbye given the state she was in.

“Better retrieve little miss clumsy before she breaks a bone.” George scoffed, seeing the way the girl struggled to open the front door. Fred could only smile, glad that she had agreed to go out with Ginny, not that their sister would have let her decide regardless.

“Come here you!” He laughed and helped her inside, she slumped against his side slightly with a giggle.

“Missed you twooo…” She drawled, sprawling her body against the counter once she was let down by the man at her side.

Fred kept a subtle, watchful eye on her, noticing the way she swayed back and forth and was in danger of smacking her head against a nearby shelf if she chose to fall backwards.

“Our sister is a bad influence on you.” George grinned, ruffling her hair as he counted up the cash from the day’s earnings.

“She’s gr-reat.” The girl blushed, turning her head to smile at Fred, even if her eyes were tightly closed.

“Did you know that Ron still sleeps with a teddy?” She blurted out, catching both men's attention as they plonked her down on a stool. Her drunken body was more of a caution than they cared to admit, so decided to keep her out of the way as they cleared up.

“He does?” George laughed, dumbstruck by this new and incredibly embarrassing piece of information about his youngest brother.

“Yeah. Hermione told me all about it- ssays that he throws a ffit whenever she tries to hide it from him.” The girl couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she slurred her words.

“That’s brilliant! He’s never gonna hear the end of this.” Fred shook his head in disbelief as he swept the floor around the girl’s feet. Her laugh was like music, sounding out in between small rambles of her time with the two girl’s. It seemed to make time pass faster.

“All done?” She asked, cocking her head like a puppy when Fred stopped in front of her.

“Yes darling, all done. Come on, let’s get some food in you, you must be starving-” The girl nodded silently, like a peaceful child, as he gave her a piggyback up to the loft, basking in her tiny squeals of excitement.

-

As y/n sobered up over multiple slices of pizza, Fred enjoyed the moment of blissful solitude he felt from the rest of the world. Curled up on their sofa, the girl was the only thing important to him. She would look up every few minutes to check that he was still there, despite the fact that he had a permanent arm sloped around her shoulders. He didn’t mind, she was cute.

George was just happy for things to be back to how they were. The three of them all getting along, with an endless supply of boozy evenings in the kitchen and dance parties late into the night whenever they felt like it.

Y/n had brought more life into their lonely loft, and for that the twins would be eternally grateful. In fact, as George peered over the other two he longed for her to stay with them forever, fearful of a future where she wasn’t giggling on their sofa, or watching the lights with stars in her eyes, or dancing in the kitchen, or helping little kids play pranks on their parents.

Things were finally… normal.

-

“He’s always the first to crash.” Fred scoffed, hearing his brother’s snores from down the hall. The girl in his loose arms laughed, the feeling flowing through her body onto his own.

“At least he was polite enough to do it in his own bed this time.” “That’s true, I have back pain from the amount of times I’ve had to carry him from the sofa.”

Since the night on the roof, both Fred and the girl had become much more relaxed around one another. The man finding comfort in holding her, in one way or another whenever they were together. It made things easier that she visibly brightened up whenever he did so, her little cheeks warming as she would play with her sleeves to distract herself.

As it was they were laying back on the sofa, Fred propped up against the arm to serve as her chair so she could see the stars better.

“I did say we could go onto the roof, they’d be easier to see from there.” He reminded her, his face rested on her shoulder.

“I like it here,” The girl smiled, sinking even deeper into his chest with a happy sigh.

After some time the pair fell asleep, their faces still positioned up to the living room’s windows as they breathed lightly against each other. Fred’s body wrapped around the girl’s, as she rested beneath the blanket she’d grabbed about an hour earlier.

The man’s body twitched, a small grumble leaving his parted lips when he felt a sharp twinge in his lower back, one that woke him from his slumber. The girl followed suit, mumbling something about heading to bed, but making no move to do so.

“Come on,” Fred sighed, giving in to the pain the sofa was causing him, and stood up to hold out a hand for the girl.

He gave her a long hug as they stood alone in the dark room, only the light from the kitchen giving them some clue of the nearby obstacles. The girl’s arms stayed around Fred, unwilling to let go, almost as if she could tell that he too didn’t want her to go.

“Y-you could sleep up here if you want?” He asked quietly and cautiously, not wanting to spook her with anything too serious. The girl looked up, into his nervous eyes, and nodded.

“Yeah… but n-not because I’m scared or anything-” “Oh yeah of course not.” Fred nodded, a small smile on his lips.

“I just want you to know that I want to stay because I want to, no other reason- you know?”

Fred laughed at how she rambled before him.

“I think so… but you lost me somewhere in there.” “Shut up.” She grumbled, hiding her smile badly.

The two of them went up to Fred’s room, resting in one anothers hold just as easily as they’d done on the sofa so many nights before. Y/n pushed past the memories of his bed, not wanting to remember the circumstances under which she was last in there.

Instead she focused on the man beside her who, despite his tired nature, couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep until she did in case she needed him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” He whispered, her face appearing better as his eyes adjusted to the pitch black room. “I’m glad I stayed.”

A large hand rested upon the girl’s face, the skin smooth and warm as she closed her eyes beneath his touch. She couldn’t help but hold her breath, feeling the intensity between them growing as he ran his fingertips slowly over her face and onto her jaw.

Fred’s lips felt even better as he pressed them against her neck with restrained passion, the short gasps from the girl only urging him to finally give in to his desires with every passing second.

When the man leant up, pulling away from her skin, he saw the way her eyes shined as they locked into his. She greeted him with a small smile, still in awe of the moment.

“You okay?” He whispered, worried that she was having second thoughts.

“I’m great.”

The girl took his face in her hands, holding tight so she could keep him as close as possible while she kissed him, properly this time. With no regrets, no second thoughts, and not even a glimpse of hesitation, she finally let her body take over.

-

George sat at the kitchen table, his mug of coffee hovering over his mouth as he watched the clock on the wall; wondering when either one of the missing pair were going to turn up before the shop opened. His question was answered when the sound of Fred’s door closing echoed throughout the loft, followed by a quiet curse.

“Ah! Caught you!” He shouted, making the girl jump out of her skin as she attempted to creep through the living room.

“Oh… Georgie- I-uh I didn’t realise you were awake.” She stuttered, halting at the door when she remembered she was covered in Fred’s old quidditch jersey.

“Well, we do open in twenty minutes.” He smirked, nodding at her appearance.

She looked down at herself with a nervous laugh.

“I-I was just borrowing this for… um… for-” “Cut the crap. I already know.” George laughed, deciding that he’d teased the poor girl enough for one morning.

Y/n just rolled her eyes and sat down across from him, stealing his toast from the plate.

“How did you know?” She asked, crumbs falling onto her lap as she curled up in the wooden chair with bleary eyes.

“Well first off you two aren’t exactly subtle with the lovey-dovey gazes at one another.” He scoffed.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” She argued playfully, taking his coffee too and taking a large, well-needed, gulp.

“No, I suppose it’s not-” He gave in, the smirk still painfully strong however. “But the sound of you two going at it all night, that kind of gave it away.”

The girl choked on her mouthful of toast, close to spitting it out at George’s blunt words.

“Oh god.” She sputtered out, grabbing his drink once again to settle her surprised coughs.

“I mean- really! Did you both forget that magic exists?” “Was it that loud?” She seemed to be surprised, even at her own capabilities.

“Please- don’t make me relive it.” George groaned, dodging the girl’s light slap as she leant over the table to strike him.

“What are you shouting about-” Fred froze in the doorway when he noticed y/n was still wearing his clothes, even after she’d told him she was sneaking down to change before his brother noticed.

“Gig’s up freddie boy! You’ve been caught!” George announced, throwing his hands in the air like he was at an actual quidditch game, which was very fitting.

“Oh y/n! Come on! He saw you?”

The girl scoffed along with George.

“Do not blame me, he knew well before I came down.” The girl defended herself with a smile, hiding her face behind the coffee cup which she had now claimed as her own.

“What? How?” Fred asked, seeing his brother’s face drop slightly.

“Please- not again.” He begged, this time blind to the girl’s smack on the back of his head as she moved to the sink.

“Right drama queens,” She teased, “Long day ahead of us, huh?” The girl winked at Fred, making his brother groan out in playful disgust.

“I have to live with this now- OW!” Fred was much better at hitting his brother, knowing where it would hurt most.

-

“So, where are you two gonna go on a date?” Ginny asked, leaning against a shelf of electric shock shakes that the girl was stacking up.

“It’s not like that Gin- we’re taking things slow.” She told her friend, making sure they were out of earshot of the man in question.

“Boring!” The youngest Weasley wasn’t one for subtly, especially when she had more free-time on her hands while on break from quidditch practices.

“Ooh what about somewhere really romantic- like paris!” The redhead exclaimed, startling some passing customers.

“What’s in paris?” Y/n laughed, passing it off as a joke.

“Umm- what’s not in paris more like.”

“I’m not in Paris.” George stuck his head between the two girls, making them jump in shock. Ginny shoved him away slightly.

“Get lost, no one wants you to third wheel their date.” She complained.

“You and Freddie are dating? I thought this was purely casual.” He frowned.

The girl whipped round.

“It is casual, but Ginny’s got it in her head that we’re on the road to marriage or something.”

“Well duh, eventually you will be.” Her friend scoffed, acting as though she was the only one in their right minds. “We should go shopping, I saw this perfect dress down at Madam Malkins’ the other day- I could get it for you.” “No, you’ve done enough for me-” The girl tried to protest, but Ginny was too lost in the idea to stop rambling on about Paris and new dresses and romantic restaurants.

“I’ve seen her like this before,” George whispered, seeing the look of fear on the girl’s face as she saw no way out. “Sometimes, if you back away very slowly, she doesn’t even notice that you’re gone.” He explained, grabbing her wrist and taking her away very slowly.

It turned out George was very experienced with Ginny taming, and they managed to get away unscathed.

“That’ll keep her busy for at least twenty minutes.” He laughed, from the safety of the counter, where he could pretend to be busy if she tried to hassle him.

“What? The sound of her own voice.” “Honestly, it’s a strange sight- but she can entertain herself like no one else.” He laughed, reminiscing on times when he’d find a six year old Ginny Weasley interviewing herself in the bathroom mirror like she was writing an article for the prophet.

“You’re a lifesaver Georgie.”

“What are we hiding from?” Fred whispered, poking his head between the two just as George had done earlier. It garnered a similar reaction, with both jumping at the sound of his voice.

“Little miss chatterbox over there.” George sighed, slumping into the stool that laid behind the till.

“Oh yeah, it’s best to let her wear herself out when she’s like this.” Fred nodded, putting down the boxes he’d been carrying. “Has she mentioned paris yet?” He asked.

“How did you know?” Y/n gasped, eyeing him up suspiciously.

“Oh she cornered me earlier, honestly I thought I’d never get away-” He huffed at the memory, “I ended up knocking over a lamp just so I could have a reason to get away.”

Freddie handed a dustpan and brush to his brother.

“That reminds me, cleanup on aisle two.” He teased, giving George a playful smack on the back as he sloped off to reluctantly do Fred’s dirty work.

“You’re cruel,” The girl grinned, leaning into his side like it was second nature to them.

“Don’t deny it- you love it.”

She looked up at the man with a wide smile, one that he would have to dream of every night if it hadn’t been there beside him when he woke up that morning.

“I know we said casual-” The girl started, instilling a little fear in them both. “-so this isn’t me asking for a date, don’t worry. But there is somewhere we could go. She offered up with a hopeful look. “If you wanted to watch the stars, that is.”

Fred leant up against the back wall, his body about a head taller than the girl’s as he smirked down at her.

“Are you telling me that my beautiful roof isn’t enough for you?” He teased, clutching his heart like it had been stabbed by her words. “I’m hurt!” “Well- if you come with me then we can decide which is better, yeah?” She smirked and Freddie couldn’t help but give in to her perfect little face.

“Of course darling, oh- watch out, Ginny’s clocked us.”

Fred scurried away, ducking his head, and leaving the girl to fend for herschel against his sister’s constant stream of date ideas.

“Traitor!” She called after him, huffing in defeat when Ginny whipped out a dress catalogue, flicking through to show her all the pages she had marked. Where had she got that from?

-

Once the shop served it’s last customer, and the twins forcibly removed their little sister from y/n’s side, all three of them settled in for the night. George, being the secret granddad he truly was, went off to bed early with complaints of back pain. That only made the teasing easier.

“I was the one doing heavy lifting too!” Fred called after him from the kitchen, cleaning up their dirty plates.

“We are all painfully aware- given how often you mention it.” The girl laughed, rolling her eyes as he bared his teeth to her. “Play nice.” She sneered, jumping out of the way while the man tried to flick water onto her with his wand.

Once their miniature water fight ended with a truce, the girl wrapped her arms around Fred’s waist, nuzzling her head into his back with a comfortable hum. The man smiled to himself, one hand conducting the dishes before him and the other rubbing gently over her fingers.

“So,” He started, his voice rumbling through his body. “You gonna tell me where we’re going later?” “Nope, it’s a surprise.” She giggled.

“Or a kidnapping- it sounds like a kidnapping.” He insisted, teasing the girl as she spoke.

“I promise that I won’t kidnap you, especially since you and Georgie were kind enough to not be creeps when I moved in.”

“I wouldn’t speak too soon darling.” Fred warned, finally setting down his wand and grabbing her body to hold her properly.

She wrapped her legs around him, leaning back to get a good look at the man’s face.

“What?” He asked her.

“Nothing. I’m just looking.”

“Well, I don’t blame you.” He scoffed, planting soft kisses onto her cheeks and all over her face, basking in the squeaks of happiness that she made with each one.

-

It was well past midnight when the girl finally convinced Fred to leave the loft, their make out session having gotten a little heated once they moved it to the bedroom. At least this time one of them remembered to cast a silencing spell, the fear of another lecture from George becoming a real threat to the couple.

“I’m coming- chill out,” Fred laughed, seeing the girl waiting in the middle of the living room with a nervous tap in her feet. “Let me just grab a jacket.”

“I’m getting impatient Freddie,” She whined out, excited to show him her favourite spot.

The man chuckled as he took her hand, giving her one last look of pride before they disappeared from the loft with a flash of air. Y/n had never apparated before she left home, but the twins had been eager to teach her how, seeing as she had enjoyed it much more than the floo line.

“Where the hell is this place?” Freddie frowned when they landed in the middle of a wooded clearing, only the sound of rustling leaves to be heard around them. The man spun round, taking in the serenity of this place compared to the bustling city.

“This is Godstone cove,” The girl explained, taking his hand again and leading him through the woods, closer to where they could see the moon shining through the trees.

“This is a forest y/n.”

“I know this isn’t the cove, but there is one- come on!” She pulled him, still just as impatient as when she had been waiting for him to leave.

As the moon’s light became brighter, the trees began to dwindle away, revealing a small patch of patch in front of them. The water licked across it gently, barely making a sound. Fred stood watching the sky’s light ripple over the waves.

“Here we are.” She announced, taking a seat on the sand with a happy sigh. Fred followed suit, his eyes locked on the stars above them. She was right, it was a perfect place to watch them.

“How did you find this place?” He asked her, an arms fixed round her waist as they laid back on the sand.

“My aunt took me here when I was younger, it was the closest thing to a beach that I’d ever see.” “You never mentioned an aunt.” The man’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as if they didn’t want to disturb the peace all around them.

“I only knew her for a short time. She was my father’s sister and she was great, she’d always bring me presents and play with me- but she travelled a lot.” “Why did she leave?” It was like he already knew, he knew something had gone wrong.

“I don’t remember much about it-” She started, hesitantly, but still with a welcome smile on her face. Just the memory of her aunt, even the unpleasant ones, still filled her with warmth. “But she and my father got into an argument, a bad one, and she said something about leaving the country for good.”

“And your father didn’t like that?” “I think he hated the idea of being away from her, not being able to look after her when she needed it. Except it came out as hatred… which only pushed her away even more.” “I’m sorry y/n,” He held her closer, knowing that talking about her family had never come easy to the girl.

“She brought me here the day before she left, our last adventure, that’s what she’d told me.” Her little chuckle still sounded sad. “Then that was it, my parents never spoke of her again- even if I tried to bring her up, they would just tell me to forget her.”

The water sloshed against the small wooden pier beside them as they laid in each other’s arms.

“You know my family loves you.” Fred said, out of the blue.

“They’re all brilliant,” She beamed, thankful that they had brought her such kindness.

“Well then you don’t need anyone else, as long as you have us… and you always will.”

When the girl looked at him her eyes sparkled, maybe because of the stars, or maybe because of the threatening tears. But she didn’t care, she no longer wanted a family that outed her for being curious or one that planned her life to the day.

She had Fred, and that was all the girl could ever ask for.

“I love you.” The man blurted out, still staring deep into her soul. The girl went to respond, a few seconds later, to which he just interrupted. “-No, you don’t need to say it back, I don’t expect you to, I just wanted you to know- that’s all.”

“Freddie?” She asked with a grin, loving the way he rambled when he was nervous.

“Yes darling?” “I love you.”

-

The pair laid together for hours, watching the sun rise and drifting off  to the sound of rippling water. Freddie watched her sleep for a while, the orange glow of the waking sky lighting up her cheeks as he stroked them.

When they finally awoke together it was early enough for them to head back to the loft and still get some rest before the day began. Freddie held her, still drowsy, in his arms and apparated them back to his room, vowing to return to Godstone cove with her again when they next got the chance.

George had woken them both at 8 o’clock, with a less than lovely song about them shagging. Despite the fact that by the time Fred and y/n had made it back, neither of them would have been conscious enough to do so. Still it worked to get them out of bed, even if it was to hit him into silence.

“Ron said he’s gonna drop by today, something about dinner at the burrow.” He explained, rubbing his messy hair from his face, ignoring the scowl’s that Freddie was sending him.

“Oh yeah Hermione wrote a couple days ago to tell me, said Ron keeps forgetting to let you guys know.” The girl explained, watching the toaster with hopeful eyes.

“So you knew as well?” Fred asked.

“And didn’t tell us either?” George finished.

Y/n just laughed and leant against the counter.

“Well then what would be the point of Ron?” She proposed, to which both men amazingly agreed. “Your poor siblings.”

“Hey, you’re practically part of the family, remember- don’t think you’re excused from our teasing.” Fred scoffed.

“God don’t I know it.” She groaned.

“Ahh y/n as part of the family,” George dramatically stated, “does that mean you’re sleeping with your sister now?” He asked his brother.

“Fucking hell Georgie-”

“What’s wrong with you!” “Disgusting!” They cried out, the girl barely needing to move in order to place a good whack on the back of his head.

The man grimaced but basked in the chaos his off handed comment had created.

“Don’t even say that, she’s my girlfriend for merlin’s sake!” Fred chimed, unknowing of what he’d just announced in front of the other two.

All of them froze, George holding his mug still in the air, the girl with her hand ready on the fridge door and Freddie gripping the cereal box in one hand. All the while contemplating asking Hermione if she could help him find another time turner, just so he could avoid this tense silence.

The toaster popped up, jump-starting all three of them again, as if they had been reset.

“I am?” The girl finally spoke up.

“W-well… unless you have a problem with that?” Freddie joked, half cursing himself for not being a little more serious.

“You can run now, it’s not too late.” George whispered, but to whom it was unclear.

“Shut up George!” Both of them responded regardless, making it very clear how the girl felt.

“I don’t have a problem with that, I love you… remember?” She smiled, a little glint in her eye as she did.

George groaned, throwing his head onto the table with a thud.

“I can’t take you two!” He cried out.

“Then get laid!” The girl said sweetly, catching them all off guard. “Come on you two, stop gawking and get downstairs, we’re gonna be late opening.”

-

The night that everyone gathered at the burrow had been a celebratory one of sorts. Molly Weasley had been over the moon to see Fred so happy with the girl, after the confirmation that Bill wasn’t upset about it of course, and Ginny was using up her last evening of getting drunk before she was back to practising for the quidditch world cup.

Everyone else humoured the occasion, which had ended with a pile of empty firewhiskey bottles and some pitchy karaoke from Arthur and George. It hadn’t been a surprise that they ended up back at the loft in a pile of limbs, none of them anywhere near sober enough to stay standing while they apparated home.

“Leave him!” Fred wheezed, seeing how his brother hadn’t waited a single second before falling asleep on the hard wooden floor of the living room. “You know he’s impossible to wake when he’s like this.” The girl giggled, but agreed, letting his leg hit the floor after trying to drag him to his room.

“Come on, I’m exhausted.” The man groaned, taking her hand.

“Yes well that’s because you and Harry insisted on having a race around the house.” “Which I won, I’ll have you know!”

“Only because you jelly-legsed Harry- that’s right, I saw you do it!” She accused, with a smug grin on her face.

“Let me have it, just this once?” He pleaded.

“Fine… I’ll be up in a minute, I wanna get some clean pyjamas from downstairs.” The man nodded at her words, silently stumbling up the set of stairs to his room.

Y/n chuckled to herself, giving George another nudge as she passed him and lit her wand to shine the way down through the shop. Her room was untouched, given that she barely spent any time in it now that she slept with Freddie most nights. A part of her felt bad, but it was sad being away from her boyfriend when he was just a short walk from her.

Once the lamp was switched on she saw the unfamiliar owl at the window, its little beak too quiet to be heard as it tried to tap on the glass. Hurriedly she opened it up, taking the letter from between its beak and frowning.

The hand in which the letter was written made the girl’s stomach drop immediately, a feeling of impending doom washing over her as she slipped the parchment from the envelope with shaky hands.

Y/n, this nonsense has gone on far too long. Your Father and I have spent months tracking you down, and if this letter EVER finds you then just know that we are extremely disappointed. Though I’m sure that is a fact you must be aware of already. We request you return home immediately, from wherever it is you are holed up. You are too young to be alone in this world, there are all sorts of people who wish to pray on you.

As if it is bad enough that you have run away like some sort of delinquent, you have put a stain on our family name. Forever more will we have the reputation that our daughter cannot be controlled, however do you wish to find a husband that way? Who would want you when you’ve already been exposed to the smog of a spinster’s life, absolutely no one respectable, that’s who.

Now you will come home at once or else we will have no choice but to take more forceful measures to make sure you’re returned to our care. This is non negotiable, you will be punished, I will see to it.

Mother.

Why hadn’t it been a howler? The girl wondered, peering over the words with her eyes unwilling to blink between each letter written down. She had heard about the punishment from the twins, of course, and presumed that she hadn’t received one because she was always home. Maybe her mother was trying to lull her into a sense of security, hoping she would take her advice and just go back home to be punished like it seemed to be her parent’s wishes. The twins could help her understand it better, the girl thought, well Freddie at least, seeing as he was the only one alive.

She grabbed a change of clothes, and held onto the letter, lighting the way once again with her wand when there was a knock on the shop’s front door. The girl turned, pointing her wand to a figure who stood outside, in the alley.

“Neville?” She asked, frowning at the man, who had a look of worry on her face. She neared the door, a polite smile on her face, despite the fact that it was the early hours of the morning and all she wanted was to sleep. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she opened the door.

“Oh god y/n… I’m- I’m so sorry.” He stuttered shakily, turning his head a little to reveal the man crouching down at the edge of the building.

The alley was dark and it was a struggle to see much, but y/n couldn’t miss the glint of silver that reflected the moon. It had been a quick flash of light, enough to draw her eyes down, where the man held a blade threateningly towards them both.

“Now now, don’t make a scene sweetie.”

Taglist :  @hufflrpuffforfred​

[bakugohoex]

“happy new year baby”

pairing: kotaro bokuto x female reader

cw: aged up, language, fluff, kissing, alcohol, just hella fun

word count: 2900+

a/n: sorry guys this is coming out late on the first day of 2021 but hope you guys enjoy it because it is in my opinion adorable 

summary: in which you and bokuto go to the msby new years eve party to celebrate, as the clock starts ticking down both you and bokuto seem to be no where near each other and in a rush to find each other, you both go into the new year with one thing unchecked  

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The stars filled the blues and blacks that cascaded across the sky, tiny lamps were situated on top of the long poles that surrounded the open top garden. Even with the December chill, the MSBY team had decided to set up their annual New Year’s party on top of a building which had a rooftop view of the fireworks and ball drop. Fairy lights clinged against the wooden poles, a bar in a corner and music burst through the speakers as everybody began to mingle.

You and Bokuto were both running late, having had to work yourself on New Year’s Eve, the rush of getting ready in time for the 8pm time. Had been a lot longer than you expected and now at 8:15, Bokuto leaning against the door as you put a coat of lip gloss across your lips. He hadn’t expected you to take this long, but watching you become even more perfect was always a sight for sore eyes for the boy. He grabbed the heels, moving to your legs with ease. “Baby, you don’t have too.”

“I want too.” He had kneeled and your hand instinctively moved through his hair, the normal spiky hair had instead been flatter, draping down to his ears. It was an unknown look, but you liked it either way, he fastened the heel to your feet, caressing your leg which wasn’t covered in the thin gold fabric you wore.

The dress had been a Christmas present from your boyfriend, with sequined straps and a cut up to your mid-thigh on your right side. It was perfect and watching you walk around in your get up made his eyes fill with love. He got up, helping you up himself you were finally able to leave and seeing the cascading messages from Kuroo asking where the hell you two were. You knew you would get told off, it wasn’t even like you two were fucking, Bokuto had had to watch you for the past two hours get ready.

Even then the instant you both were outside, you regretted not bringing some sort of jacket but didn’t want to be even more late. You knew by the end of the night you’d end up stealing the black suit jacket Bokuto had worn. The white shirt underneath with the first couple of buttons un done was a sight for sore eyes, and his trousers that clinged onto his thighs and ass looked like heaven to touch.

The drive was quick, probably due to both wanting to see how the rooftop looked like. Arriving up to the door, you both got told how to get up and in a matter of minutes, you felt the much colder wind hit your skin again. You saw past teammates from the MSBY’s time in high school and even new teammates from playing on the national team. In an instant you saw Kuroo walking up to you both with an eyebrow raised.

“You two couldn’t have waited to fuck after New Year’s.” He spoke grabbing the two champaign glasses that a waitress had been holding. Passing them to both you and Bokuto.

“I fucking wish we had been fucking, this one was taking hours.” Bokuto over exaggerated, you hit his shoulder glaring at him.

You drank the Champaign in a single sip, both looking at you with wide eyes, “glad we got a free bar now.” Kuroo mutters before dragging you both around, you were met with Bokuto’s teammates who all hugged and began conversing with you both.

The sound of Akaashi had made Bokuto leave you with the group of volleyball players, you watched him leave taking a sip of the pina colada you had made Atsumu get you. “Y/n, you promised we could take shots.” Atsumu pouted.

“I want shots.” Hinata shouted out before he went on his merry way to the bar, getting what looked like 20 odd shots.

“Sakusa, you going to join us, I’m sure they sanitised it all.” You spoke to the boy, his mask around his face matching the colour of his undershirt.

“I watched them sanitise it.” You nodded, of course the boy did. He probably glared at them whilst they cleaned every single shot glass and glass to his perfection.

Hinata came back with the tray, Atsumu in an instance challenged Osamu who had been talking to Suna to see who could down the most shots. It was a sight watching the two twins argue between who had taken the most, watching with ease how they gulped the liquid down.

Hinata grabbed his own taking it before the twins could finish what he had bought and you and Sakusa did a shot together. You had heard your name being called from the other side and left to be met with Kageyama who had been talking to Iwaizumi.

“Iwa, Kageyama.” You smiled out, grabbing another drink on your way to the boys.

“Y/n.” He smiled out as Kageyama looked at your already tipsy self.

“Did the stupid orange boy make you do shots?” Kageyama muttered, his own drink in his hands.

You laugh as you went to hug Iwaizumi, “More like the twins were stealing all the shots, I had to have some.”

You began conversing with the two boys before getting hungry, you could see appetisers coming round and began to take a few in your palms. You sat on a stool near the edge watching over the bright lights that filled the horizon, it was sight, you had noticed Kenma with his game in his hand.

“Kenma, why am I not surprised?” You spoke with the appetiser in your mouth.

He looked at you seeing the endless amount of prawn volovants in your palms. “You got enough there.” He tried to surpress a laugh at how hungry you must have been.

“Hey, don’t be mean, you’re not getting any now.” In an instance you put the five in your mouth, stuffing your face. Kuroo had noticed you and Kenma, coming closer he noticed your puffed cheeks and Kenma laughing.

He turned to see you properly, the pasty around your lips, “Y/n what the fuck?”

“Where’s Bokuto?” You ignored him missing your boyfriend who you hadn’t seen in the past hour, he was probably drinking with Akaashi somewhere.

Kuroo helps you up, your heels making your feet sore you weren’t drunk at least, just buzzed and wanted to see your baby as soon as you could. “I’ll take you to him.” Kuroo kept you near him, guiding you away from the platters, you had tried five times to re direct the rooster head. But he had directed you every time to the other end where a couple of chairs and tables were.

You noticed more people who you wanted to say hi to, but Kuroo kept you in place thinking all you could see was food. “Baby.” You said as soon as you saw your boyfriend, he was sitting with Akaashi, Ushijima and Hoshiumi.

He smiled seeing you with what looked like more appetisers, “when did you get those?” Kuroo said in disbelief at how you had conjured up more food.

“You’ll never know.” You chuckle before sitting in Bokuto’s lap, he didn’t care playing with your hair as you sat and ate. Before starting a conversation with Ushijima and Hoshiumi who seemed to be talking about some promoter who had been bugging them.

“Why don’t you tell them to fuck off in a nice email?” You suggested to the two boys.

“What does a nice email mean?” Ushijima’s expressionless face would normally have been intimidating but after having known him for a while, he was just stoic because he really was clueless.

“Like say…” Your hand went to your chin to think, “I appreciate your consideration to have me as a promoter but at the time being, I’m occupied in other ventures, some bullshit like that.”

You scoffed another appetiser down your throat, “lemme have one.” You heard in your ear, Ushijima and Hoshiumi clearly had taken your words as they looked like they were thinking up another one, so it didn’t seem weird.

You faced your boyfriend, his eyes glued to how your leg and thigh were on display for him and your straps to your dress had fallen to your shoulder. Your cleavage on show for him, he nuzzled his face in your neck before you fed him the appetiser. “That’s all you get; I want them all.” It was addicting and you had found a new love in food,

“It’s okay I’ll just taste it from you.” You tilted your head in confusion, before feeling his lips on your mouth.

You smiled kissing back, his hands on your thighs rubbing circles, you loved the taste of him, the sweet alcohol he had been drinking lingered and your cherry lip gloss circled his own mouth. “It’s not even the countdown yet.” You heard Akaashi speak who had been helping the two clueless boys.

“Akaashi don’t be mean.” You pout before seeing more food come out Bokuto notices your eyeline.

“Bring some for me.” You nod like a woman on a mission, you got up from the boy, his hand giving a squeeze to your ass through the fabric. He grinned licking his lips as you sauntered off. You needed more food, drinks, and love. You got more food grabbing it in a plate that were stacked in the sides before going to get some more drinks. Looking at the list of alcohols you couldn’t choose, skimming back and forth.

“Y/n, is that you?” You turned around meeting Kiyoko, she smiles as you both go in for a hug.

“When did you guys arrive?” You ask as you both sit down eating the food that was meant for both you and Bokuto, you hadn’t realised how quickly the time had come, the nearing of midnight approaching until Tanaka came up to Kiyoko.

“It’s nearly midnight.” A rush of energy hit through you, you jolted up scouring to find Bokuto who was nowhere to be seen.

You kept at it, unable to see due to the heights of all of them, worry came to your face seeing you only had a minute left. You saw Akaashi running towards him, “where’s Bokuto?”

He looked confused before pointing to the other end of the rooftop, damn this place for being so big. What you hadn’t realised was Bokuto had been looking for you himself, meeting Kiyoko and Tanaka just as you had left. Both of you searching for each other, he had been preparing all night, talking to Kuroo and Akaashi but in this moment. He was uncertain his plan was going to work.

That’s until he saw you, your plump lips having pastry around the edges, the sleeve that had seemed to have fallen even more, an empty glass in your fingers. You were looking around until you spotted him as well, a happy face as the countdown began.

“Ten.”

You both began to walk towards each other, it was like a movie where nobody else existed and it was just you too. His grin had gotten wider, his hand in his pocket and your dropping the glass onto someone. You didn’t even know who, you didn’t care your eyes focused on your new year’s kiss.

“Nine.”

People were chanting all around you, the walk would take less than ten seconds but the two of you dragged it out, wanting to pounce on each other just in time for the half way mark. He continued to walk towards you, you just as pretty as the day he had met you. You were always the first one to his games and the last one to leave with him and he cherished every moment you had spent for him and his career.

“Eight.”

His lips twitched upwards, a grin as he cocked his head back. You could see his neck on full show, before he regained his composure, he had seen your eyeline shower him before taking a mere glance at the plate of food that had gone past him. You would always be his same hungry girl who would rather have spent tonight at home eating together than at a party like this.

“Seven.”

You continued to step forward, the seconds longing out, time becoming even longer. You remembered a conversation that you had had with the boy the first time you met. He hadn’t been his normal self, instead a mess whilst talking to you and you had had to stop his nerves by holding his hands. It made you both calm and a conversation arising about what you’d both do if you had an unlimited amount of time. He had remarked about how he would spend it playing volleyball, which you weren’t surprised about.

“Six.”

He had asked you the question one year after dating, the only reason being that he had changed his answer. His words stayed with you ever since, he would spend his unlimited amount of time with you. You the woman who he saw a future with, the woman who he would marry, who he would have a family with, the woman who he would grow old with.

“Five.”

You both approached each other, his hand raised which you entangled your hand into. Both standing in the middle of the rooftop, everybody eyes on the countdown. Your bodies were ever so close as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“Four.” He whispers, tilting his head.

You tilted your head the opposite direction saying the word, “Three.”

“Two.” Your lips grazed across each other, the smell of food and alcohol coming from both of you. But most of all the cherry lip gloss that you had kept applying every time you ate.

“One.” You both spoke in unison.

His lips crashed into your, teeth to teeth, lips to lips. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling and tugging to bring him closer, you both kissed each other with so much force. Going into the new year with each other and practically in each other. You heard the Happy New Years around you, the streamers and lights flashing as fireworks spilt into the sky. Before you both let go of each other, out of breath at how passionate the kiss had been.

“Happy New Year baby.” His words were soft against your mouth.

“Happy New Year Ko.” You smiled going in for another much shorter peck. His lips were soft, and he tugged at your waist making you move closer to him, he seemed to be shaking but you hadn’t notices. Akaashi had noticed coming up to the two of you, your eyes grazing across the sky to see the colours of red and yellow across the sky. “Y/n.”

Akaashi nodded at Bokuto who easily let you go, you turned to see Akaashi. Missing Bokuto’s arm but you didn’t say anything, he probably went to say Happy New Year to the drunk Kuroo and Atsumu who had put their jackets on like capes.

“Happy New Year Akaashi.” You smiled at the boy going in for a hug, before you heard a squeal from behind you.

“Turn around.” Akaashi instructed letting you go.

You obeyed turning around, even the music had stopped which was a shock. Both Kuroo and Atsumu gleefully cheering him on. Him, the man who was on his knee with an engagement ring. Him, the man who had been planning this for months. Him, the man who hadn’t known when the perfect time to do this was. Tears welled up as he began to speak aloud for everybody to hear.

“I…I love you Y/n, I always will, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, until we’re 130.” You give a chuckle at the inside joke between you, him and Akaashi. “It took me a while for me to realise I wanted to do Volleyball for the rest of my life, I never expected to have known by our second date that I’d marry you. Ever since then I knew you were the one, the one who id see walking down the aisle, the one who would create a family with me and the one who would stay by my side until the end. Will you Y/n Y/l/n, do me the greatest of honours in becoming my wife?”

You sucked in a breath before nodding, a teary “yes.” Erupted from your mouth and in an instances his arms had grabbed you into a hug. Your legs up in the air as he carried you by your waist. You cried into his shoulder, the cheers and congratulations coming from everybody.

He let go keeping you close to him, putting the diamond onto your left ring finger. He smiled looking at you, “you said yes right? You didn’t just say it to save me the embarrassment.”

The mascara had dripped down your face, smiling at the boy, “I said yes, Ko.” Tears fell from his own eyes, before looking at you. The beauty you had made him want to look at you for hours on end. But more specifically how nobody could ever compare to you, you were perfect. You were his perfect girl.

A grin fell on his face before he kissed you again, not as his girlfriend, not as his new years kiss but as his future wife. As the woman who he now knew for certain would be with him till the very end.

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Japanese Denim

Summary: You're free to travel with Taika again. Where to go? Think about it. For the past year, Taika has been bingeing anime non-stop, and his closet is full of the Japanese culture. What better place... Japan.

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: Baecation- fluff, swearing.

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This is for @fineanddandy 's lovely little challenge, and I've always wanted to go to Okinawa so this is an opportunity to do some research for fun and for my amusement.

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"Thank you! And enjoy your stay at the Henn na Hotel!"

"How many times a day do you get served by a fucking dinosaur? Are you kidding me?" Taika was bouncing all the way to your room. His hand gestures only got wider by the second. "And this place is desolate. I'm starting to think the robots killed everyone for fuel."

"This isn't a Y2K situation, dumbass. It's like... the aftermath of that. And if robots actually needed to travel places," you shrugged, rolling your suitcase away from divots in the carpet.

This is where you chose to stay in Nagasaki. They called it the Henn na Hotel, where everything (absolutely everything) was ran by robots. No living staff, except for the maintenance crew. Nothing. They even gave you a little robot companion in your room that was like a moving Alexa with glowing eyes and an eerie, childish voice. It would even sing nursery rhymes if you asked it politely. But as Taika had exclaimed about when he was first booking his stay at the hotel, you had the choice to check in with a robotic raptor at the front desk. Of course, there were perfectly normal human robots, but those didn’t excite him as much.

And what could make this better? It was in the middle of a makeshift Dutch theme park called Huis Ten Bosch with nightly live performances and a walk of lights that would make you think you're on some sort of drug trip.

A lot of this was weird to you. Immediately, as soon as you got off the plane, both you and Taika had to take a safety course with a few other men and women. From earthquakes, to fires, to emergency evacuations. You were thinking your jet lag was going to be the worst part of your trip. You didn't get to go to sleep until you reached your hotel room. Which was hours later.

You woke back up at seven o'clock at night with Taika passed out right beside you. Dusk was just beginning to creep along the horizon. You walked to your window and pulled open the curtains. The sight amazed you. You gathered yourself up, throwing on some clothes, then tossing a pair at your sleeping boyfriend.

Taika woke up, completely disgruntled and still very sleepy. "Babe, what the fuck," he murmured, rubbing his eyes with a palm and clearly not ready to get up yet.

“Just shut up and get your clothes on. We’re going to have fun,” you whispered through the thin air of your hotel room. Begrudgingly, he got up and started to get dressed. Just a pair of shorts, his chucks, and a plain t-shirt. Nothing too eccentric since you did not want to draw in attention. Once he was ready, you were dragging him downstairs. Outside of your building, there was a slew of people walking around. Not too much to suffocate, but enough to know that humanity was thriving outside of your little robot-ran hotel room.

Passed all the people, Taika saw what excited you. It was dark now, and the throngs of lights coating each building you saw, were now on. The virtual reality merry-go-round was up and running, and live performances went on the little stage. People were gathered around every attraction, but Taika went to the performance first.

It was all bright dancing and wild colors. People were in front of the stage, doing the dances too with some kind of glee on their faces. It really was bizarre, since you and Taika seemed to be the only ones without eye masks on.

Taika tried his best to join in with the dancing, but really couldn’t catch on. Unless it was Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller,” or something he made up on the spot, the man cannot dance in sync. But, it was still fun to watch him try, so, you kept encouraging him, even though he was a mess. It was payback for all the times he messed with you. Like stealing your favorite hoodie.

He was ready for more of the tour when he was finished, and what you figured might be your night of taking him around, turned into his. You didn’t mind. He was taking you to the places you wanted to go anyway. Through the forest of lights, down the glowing river, and you enjoyed the night water shows that were also lit up with bright techno colors. As a treat... you even let him have a look at the One Piece ship they have floating in the harbor.

Finishing up your night, you decided to take a stroll on Umbrella street. They were lit up in a lovely blue and pink color. All the stores that lounged on the sides were closing up, and there weren’t many people left lingering around the lights. Eventually, you and Taika were the only ones left. Your arm was wrapped around Taika’s, and all you could stare at was the lights. He had one hand in his pocket, and he let you lean most of your weight on him. It had only been a couple of hours since you started to take a look around, but you were tired again. The jet lag still hadn’t completely wore off, you supposed, and it showed.

“Come on,” Taika murmured into your ear, “Let’s get back to our room.”

It was another fifteen minutes before the park was totally shut down and was no longer accepting guests. You both drowsily made your way up to your hotel room, where your tiny robot friend was waiting for you, asking what time you were going to wake up. It was annoying, but the exhaustion made it easy to ignore. You got back into your pajamas, crawled into bed with Taika, and went to sleep.

The next morning, you were up bright ad early. The little robot friend on your desk still asked what time you were going to wake up. It would take care of itself, hopefully. The park was getting ready to open, by the time you left with Taika on your arm. From Nagasaki’s airport, you took a small plane over to Naha, Okinawa, where you would spend the rest of your day, walking about in your swimsuit, until the sun set.

White sand, beautiful beaches, exquisite sushi, and odd looking statues that you had to ask the locals about. From shrines, to snakes, to boardwalks, it was all here, and you were going to take in all of it. 

Instead of staying in a lavish resort for the day, you and Taika just walked, took the monorail, or took a bike cab everywhere. Most of the time you were there, however, you spent on the beach. The crystalline waters called to you from a distance, and it just looked so blue! You couldn’t help yourself.

Taika went searching for shellfish, but he liked to spend time with you in the water. It was about twenty or so minutes in when he splashed a large amount of water at you. You spluttered, since most of it landed in your face. You wiped your eyes and caught him, holding his hands behind his back and carelessly looking around as if he had done nothing wrong. You didn’t buy his act, obviously, and you splashed back at him. To him, you had just declared war, and things were going to get serious.

Waves and waves of water were sent flying through the air, and both of you were drenched in battle. With how much you were moving, you were sure you scared all the fish away from the water.

At the very end, neither of you were sure who won, but you were both happy and tired. You took the opportunity to rest on the beach, laying on your stomach on a towel and enjoying the warm sunlight while it lasted. Taika sat beside you once he was satisfied with his search for shells. You took your time to go through some of his little collection and ended up being thoroughly impressed with his find. You found a few conch shells, but your favorite by far had to be the spider conch that he found. It was small, and could fit in the palm of your hand, but you still enjoyed the shape and color. He let you keep it.

After a long day, you decided to stop in a restaurant to grab something to eat. It was a lovely mom and pop shop that was based on soba noodles and sea food. There was floor seating, or there were tables and chairs. Taika picked fast and it was right to the floor seating. Tatami matts and plush cushions provided a much cozier atmosphere than first suggested. When the time to order food came around, you both had a lot to cover. Playing at the beach worked up an appetite. The people working were more than happy to oblige to your needs and would feed you the best food anyone could make.

With your food came traditional Sake and two tiny teacups of herbal teas. With a table covered in food, and alcohol thrown into the mix, the night would last a very long time. Yet, you still had a plane to catch by the end of it. You stayed as long as possible, ate as much as you could stomach, and drank a lot more Sake than you would like to admit, but hey, you still had an amazing time. Not to mention how much attention Taika was getting from passers by. He could get quite loud, and those who could understand or speak English were drawn to his boisterous aura.

You left the restaurant, fat and happy, as well as Taika. After gathering up your shoes and changing out of your wet clothes, you took a plane to Osaka, then took the train the rest of the way to the small town of Karuizawa. Taika had booked a pension for the night, and it would be capping off your small vacation with him in Japan.

The pension was a small, red roofed building, just outside of the shopping district. Luckily, the lights were still on by the time you made it in. The buzz of the Sake still had quite the grip on you, so you let Taika do most of the talking. It took a minute, since the people running the place had to send out for someone who spoke English, but the waiting wasn’t all that bad. You got the chance to take a look at the beautiful stone garden outside of the window.

Again, the place you were staying wasn’t fancy or as nice as the robotic one you stayed in, but it was still comforting. They gave you a king-sized bed in a big bedroom with circular windows, a living room, large bathroom, and a mini kitchen. The remnants of the complimentary dinner they had served a few hours before you arrived still wafted through the air.

After long showers and setting out clothes for tomorrow (Taika insisted he wear his denim kimono), you both sat in the small living room for some time, trying to make sense of a random game show that played on the television. Taika had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his body still pleasantly warm from his shower and the rose petal soap he used tickled your sense of smell. His hair was still dripping with water, and little beads of it would fall onto his broad shoulders. Your hands were fiddling with the spider shell he had given you earlier, and you just looked on at the television ahead, struggling to stay awake.

“Doing okay?” Taika muttered to you, sounding quite tired himself. You gave him a low hum in response and tucked your nose into his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Did you have a good time?” He always liked to reassure himself with you, to make sure you were always happy and satisfied with the things he picked out. You gave him another hum, but in a more approving tone than last time. He blew a laugh through his nose and leaned his head back, resting it on the couch and staring at the ceiling for a time.

“Good...” he said again softly, “I’m glad you did...”

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Not like that

Idol: Kwon Eunbi

Request: Yes

Love: could I request a scenario with Eunbi where reader and Eunbi both had a hard day. So when Eunbi came home she and the reader fought about something and ended up crying but made up a few days later? Thanks and I love you!💕

A/n: love you too! start of me putting all my emotions in my stories so...1

“Yes Alex, I’ll send you the papers when I’m done,”

“But boss, you still have the—“

You dropped the call, walking to the couch and dropping dead as you sighed, trying to wash away the tired state you earned from work. But before you could close your eyes and drift away the front door opened and closed, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was so you kept quiet and waited.

But after a few minutes, the usual peck you would receive on the cheek never came, opening your eyes you looked around, “Baby?” You called out but didn’t get a response until you heard the shower turning on. Maybe she didn’t notice you.

You brushed it away and went to the kitchen, thinking Eunbi would want something to eat. You took half an hour before setting the table and going to your room to check on Eunbi. Entering your room you saw your girlfriend wearing your hoodie before she went to the bed and dropped.

“Baby?” You walked towards her and spoke making her turn to you before she smiled, “Hey, you’re home, I didn’t notice you,” she said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I was on the couch when you came home,” you said which made her furrow her eyebrows.

“Sorry, tired day from work,” she said before you nodded, walking closer to her and pecked her forehead. Eunbi sighed leaning in while melting into your warmth, “I cooked some food downstairs,” you murmured against her forehead but she pulled away and smiled at you apologetically.

“Me and the girls already ate before coming home,”

“Oh,” a frown tugged on your lips as you nodded. You were hoping that you can have a meal with her, recently you two haven’t gotten the time to catch up and this was supposed to be the time you could do it. You had the week off and you could finally spend some time with your girlfriend without having paperwork distracting you.

“It’s fine I guess, I’ll join you when I’m done, you can go to bed,” you said before pulling away, missing the guilt on her expression as you left.

“Y/n,” you shut the door, sluggishly walking to the table and taking your seat, eyeing the plate in front of you while you ate silently. Meanwhile Eunbi sat on your bed, pondering as her conscience ate her up, she also wanted to spend time with you but today was such a tiring day for her.

They had to rehearse a new dance and record. She wanted to eat with you but recently she’s seen how busy you are so she decided to eat with the girls. But now after seeing the sad look on your face made her stand and walk to the kitchen. Seeing you eating while absentmindedly staring at the plate in front of you.

“Hey,”

You raised your head to look at your girlfriend who stood in the entrance looking at you softly. But you didn’t know what it was that made you act differently today. You looked at her before staying quiet and looking down at your food.

Hearing the sigh that came from your girlfriend before she sat in front of you, choosing to handle your mood instead.

“Y/n,” she called again, this time moving to cup your face which made you pause, “Come on, talk to me,” she said before you scoffed, your own demeanor changing. “I thought you were tired,” you said and Eunbi looked at you in disbelief, she knew you were mature enough not to use that as an excuse to be mad.

“Y/n what’s wrong, you know that we’re both busy, today has been hard and I would prefer that you won’t be this difficult,” she said and you looked at her blankly, “Then go to sleep,” the way your voice sounded so cold, shocked both you as Eunbi stared at you for a while before she sat up abruptly.

Looking confused and mad at your attitude she marched away angrily as you sat there until you got to your senses, following after your girlfriend until you got a hold of her hand.

“Let go of me,” you shivered at the tone of her voice, she never once spoke coldly to you. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it I—“

“We’re both tired, I understand your work is tough but you should’ve at least thought about what you’re saying and how you’re acting.”

“Eunbi, I’m just tired you know that I can’t—“

She roughly shrugged your hand away causing you to jerk back, “You don’t get to make up excuses!” You flinched at the sudden volume of her voice before she faced you. Then you saw the tears she had streaming down her face,

“I have been waiting for too long for you to get home and spend some time with you, this whole week I was hoping that we could have a normal night but you always had work! I understand your line of work but really Y/n, would it kill you to take a day off and spend some time with your girlfriend?!”

You stared at her, dumbfounded by her sudden anger, and while you wanted to apologize and pull her into your arms your mind had other ideas, “Oh so now it’s my fault?!”

You stood up, anger suddenly taking over, as you towered Eunbi, forcing her to step back. “I’m not the only one who keeps waiting, I had days where I took a week off, but you were always so busy that I couldn’t complain, I know it’s your dream but you also have to remember that there’s someone waiting for you at home!”

Eunbi was shocked, looking at you in disbelief at your words, “You don’t suddenly pin this on me! I’m the one who has to ignore all the girls and my friends because I only wanted to spend some time with you!” She was so caught up in her anger that she didn’t realize what she was saying but before she could notice, it was too late.

“It’s like I’m the only one who cares in the relationship!”

You snapped your head to look at her before realization hit Eunbi as she realized what she said, covering her mouth she gasped to look at you. Seeing your face hardening and your gaze getting colder.

“I-I didn’t mean, b-baby,”

You felt your eyes stinging, pain suddenly washing over you as the anger melted away, you opened your mouth to say something but stopped. Moving past her, quickly grabbing your coat and slammed the door shut, your heart aching every step you took away from the apartment.

While Eunbi, as soon as the door slammed shut fell on her knees, her tears streaming down her face as she regretted her words, “Stupid...stupid….stupid,”

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You sighed, hands gripping your head as you sat on the swing, the cold wind brushing against your face making you wipe the tears kept streaming down. You never meant for this night to go that way, it was supposed to be a night where you and Eunbi could talk, catch up with each other but you had to be an asshole and ruin it.

You looked up at the sky, your girlfriends’ words echoing in your head with the same cold tone she used to say it to you. She had a point, she waited a longer time than you did, while she denied all her friends and members, you constantly cancelled and went home late because you kept working.

Then you had to slam the door to the apartment, so you were sure that your girlfriend was crying her eyes out. You sighed once again before you suddenly yelled, letting out all your frustrations into the night, lucky that there wasn’t anyone at the park or you would’ve been accused as a crazy person.

Right as you decided that you were going to sleep at the park, you felt something wet fall against your nose before you felt it against your forehead, then your chin before a grumble spread across the sky.

It was raining.

—

Eunbi paced around the living room, her phone in hand as she tried to call you, after hearing the thunder outside she was getting worried. Because she knew that there wasn’t a place in your area that was open at this time and the umbrella was just beside the door so she knew you didn’t bring it.

Her motherly instincts kicked in as all the sadness disappeared and changed into worry that you could be stranded outside in the cold. But then the phone ringing across from her caught her attention, she turned and cursed when she saw your phone on the couch.

Without a second thought Eunbi ran to the door grabbing the umbrella and held the door knob but when she ripped the door open your standing form greeted Eunbi as water dripped at the carpet against your feet.

“I’m—“

Before you could say another word Eunbi pulled you inside and wrapped her arms around your body. Not caring if you were drenched and cold,

“Eunbi, I’m—“

“P-please,” you stopped when you heard how soft her voice was, “I’m so sorry for what I said,” she whispered into your shoulder before her shoulders started shaking. You raised your hands to wrap it around her body before slowly moving inside the apartment and sitting on the first steps of the stairs.

Eunbi didn’t move and opted to sit on your lap clutching onto you for dear life as she apologized again and again. While you continued to shush her she still wouldn’t stop before you sighed and let her continue.

It wasn’t until she remembered that you were out in the rain that she got off you and led you to your room to wash up, pushing you inside the bathroom while she changed her own clothes and prepared yours. When you came out of the bathroom and changed, you stood in front of Eunbi while she played with her hands, avoiding your eyes no matter how you looked at her.

When you were sure she wasn’t going to look, you cupped her face, frowning when you saw how much her eyes were red and swollen. You closed your eyes and pecked her forehead, feeling her sigh against your neck before moving to place a kiss on each of her eyes.

“Let’s go to sleep,” you murmured before pulling away and laying on the bed, opening your arms for her which she took without hesitation, a small amount of reassurance when she felt your arms wrap around her while she had hers around your waist.

You missed this, the feel of her warmth against your body as you held her. Your heart warmed up again as it felt it’s companion a few inches away. Eunbi buried her face in your neck and closed her eyes a new batch of tears forming when you have her head a few kisses from time to time.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been ignoring you a lot lately because of work and I’m sorry if I ever neglected you in any way, I hope you know that it was never my intention. I love you Eunbi and I’m sorry for letting my work get in the way of that.” You whispered and you felt her hold on you tighten before she pulled away.

“No, no please don’t think that you ever neglected me. Y/n you are the best person that could have ever loved me, you care for me so much and you’re always patient with me, I’m sorry for what I said and I hope you know that I didn’t mean it,”

She said before pulling you in and gave you a kiss on the lips and you looked at her smiling before cradling her head giving one final kiss to her head before closing your eyes.

Assuring her that you will always love her, since the beginning until the end.

“I love you Eunbi,”

“I love you too, baby.”

[feralnumberfive]

The Rewatch Academy: Episode 6 of Season 1

“The Day That Wasn’t”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it’s funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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| 1x01 | 1x02 | 1x03 | 1x04 | 1x05 |

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☂ Klaus is lucky that he never got the briefcase shot up

☂ *Hears Klaus flush the toilet and talk* Luther: Oh good, you’re up

☂ Also Luther gave Klaus about two seconds to get up before hounding him again on getting downstairs

☂ Sounds like Tom’s accent slipped a little bit when he said “three days”

☂ Yeah they needed to have a family meeting right away and yet they took the time to go get coffee or at least order it and have it delivered

☂ “Old bastard” and “Our little psycho” 

☂ I still don’t get at this point how they wouldn’t believe Five. Look at him, he himself is evidence of his time traveling! He was gone for 45 years, but to them it was only 17. Either way they try to grasp at that, Five would look older if he made it back without messing up. He knew about their father’s death without anyone telling him. I really think all the mistrust comes from the way he looks and the way he acts (they obviously believe he’s just crazy right now)

☂ “What did Five even see?”

☂ Also throw back to 1x02 and I didn’t realized this until now but Five doesn’t have his tie

☂ I know it’s for the title card gag but no one questions the random umbrella falling and popping open

☂ I aspire to be as sarcastic as Hazel

☂ So where exactly is The Commission HQ at? Is it a random location in the real world? If so then wouldn’t normal people happen to stumble upon it? What about their location in space in the comics? Is this in space?? All we know is that it’s in/based off of the year 1955

☂ “I’d like to discuss the logistics of my family’s safety at your earliest convenience.” He cuts right to what’s most important to him. No “How will you stop the apocalypse?” or “What’s my job?” and even “How will my body replacement work?”

☂ Five sounds almost like he’s snapped back into a work mindset. He's suddenly polite and calm with The Handler. Maybe being back in a work environment has made his brain automatically switch into being more professional. However he might also be acting this way to try to throw her off of him being antsy with a plan

☂ Here's some Commission posters shown throughout 1x06

☂ One of us, one of us, one of us-

☂ So basically The Commission makes up history? How do they know what to do and when to make something happen? How do they know it’s right? And what’s The Commission supposed to do when the world ends? Haven't they already fixed stuff in the past or are there just continuous time loops so they need to make sure things happen over and over again? If multiple historical events happen with multiple ways they are made, then which one gets to be in the original timeline??

☂ Dot: No hard feelings! 😁

Ma’am does it look like he’s going to accept that

☂ Wait why are Hazel and Cha-Cha considered the best Temporal Assassins if Five was/is the best?

☂ Well Five has the job of taking down the Hindenburg again but this time from behind a desk. So it’s possible to accomplish “corrections” without actually having assassins do the work. So I guess there’s just so many timelines that they need to fix every single one of them over and over? That sounds like a pain in the ass

☂ TUA portraits!

☂ Y’know I have to agree with Allison on this one. Vanya was left out, however she’s offering to talk with her about the important family matter and Vanya is just denying it. I get she’s upset, but her sister is offering to include her. After Vanya leaves Allison immediately wants to go after her to talk with her. On the other hand Allison should have told her it was an emergency meeting and that they didn’t have the time to ask Vanya to join them

☂ Klaus seems genuinely concerned/upset for Vanya

☂ “We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse. Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Wow spot on, Luther! I can’t believe they actually included foreshadowing for both apocalypses (even though technically it was a chunk of the moon, not an asteroid.) I wonder how much foreshadowing for S3 was put into S2.......

☂ I know it’s big joke about Luther and the moon, but the poor guy just really believes that he was on the moon for an important reason. I mean if I were in his shoes I would believe him too since he had to send a lot of daily updates and samples

☂ “Klaus shockingly has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Shhhh careful Diego, he’s right behind you

☂ Luther is initially the only one onboard with Five on trying to stop the apocalypse. All the others want to go off and do their own thing before the world ends. He tries to get The Umbrella Academy back together to work as a team, but his leadership skills are now severely lacking. Do people *cough cough* mainly people who hate him *cough cough* overlook Luther wanting to also get his family together to stop the apocalypse with his family? Definitely. 

☂ “We need the full force of the Academy to stand a chance.” Well golly gee, Allison, what did did Luther just try to do? Was that not him trying to round up all of The Umbrella Academy to stop the apocalypse? 

☂ Even though Vanya is ranting, how does she not hear all the creaking metal and shaking cars?

☂ *it’s sunny around them but just the block they’re walking on is rainy until she calms down* “ThAt’S a CoInCiDeNcE.” 

☂ The hall floor and Diego’s floor are so dusty

☂ It’s sweet that Diego wants Klaus to get clean in a safe way instead of going cold turkey 

☂ Dot, what does “utter silence” mean to you?

☂ “Look at you, deadly little thing.” You’re not wrong, but I don’t think he appreciates being called “thing”

☂ Such a smug smile

☂ So how does Five know all of this about Karl and his son? Does it talk about Otto never washing his hands in the file? That seems like an oddly specific detail but I guess in a case file it gives as many details as possible for the worker to figure out who needs to get assassinated

☂ There are a few cog references all relating to The Commission, so I wonder if this is a nod to “Teenagers” or if they’re just using this terminology

☂ Odd tattoos (sorry for the super blurry pic)

☂ “Can I ask you a cuckoo bananas question?” Hazel is such a fun guy

☂ “Wouldn’t it be nice to kill who you want for a change?” You mean like straight up unhinged murder? 

☂ The first time I watched this Hazel and Cha-Cha scene I for sure thought that Hazel was a dead man

☂ This scene just absolutely breaks my heart 💔

☂ *skips 25:24-27:42*

☂ Diego is just so accepting to everything Klaus is saying

☂ I’m sorry, are we suddenly on the set of The Phantom of the Opera?

☂ Diego, I think you’re forgetting a very important person in your life who you let down too who is also dead......(poor Ben can’t believe what his brother just said so he leaves)

☂ “Ordinary is not a word I’d use to describe you.” You’re right, it’s “Extra Ordinary” ha! Sorry Vanya, I had to use that joke

☂ Well at least we know Five ate a sandwich 

☂ How exciting! The same division that made a simple candy taste like a candy from the past, but technically it’s not the past since The Commission HQ is based in 1955, is building a human body! That sounds so promising 

☂ Sooooo whatever happened to Five’s new body? Is it just sitting in a lab somewhere?? Or is The Handler just lying about it to try to get Five to stay at The Commission?

☂ With the amount of time Five was staring at the suit, it obviously hurt him to know that while he has a new body within reach, he’s not going to get it because he’s about to leave

☂ “Course it’s a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet.” What is she talking about Reconnaissance aircraft? There was no mention of aircraft though so why would she bring that up? My closest guess is that she’s referring to strategic bombing in general, or even the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki

☂ It sounds like Five suddenly has a New York accent when he says “operator” when talking to The Handler about Gloria

☂ Fuck you, Veggie Tales Hargreeves

☂ *skips 36:47-39:48*

☂ Well there’s your hit, Klaus

☂ I love the camera moving with Klaus as he falls and the transition into Vietnam

☂ “Lock and load, Charlie’s away!” Wikipedia’s definition of a “Charlie” is  an American military slang referring to the Viiet Cong and North Vietnamese soldiers

☂ Klaus desperately calling out for a medic hurts my heart

☂ Well Luther if you had left then your body wouldn’t be the way it is now

☂ *fucking skips 45:41-50:00* 

☂ Ooooh I just really love the entirety of the “Kill Of The Night” scene! If you listen to the lyrics it’s about someone luring someone into a trap to get revenge because they messed with the wrong person (it’s also about love but we’re going to ignore that part). I personally believe it’s aimed at The Commission from Five because the entire time it plays he’s messing things up for them and in some way it’s like a little bit of revenge from him

☂ Why is Gloria confused on who Hazel and Cha-Cha are? Hasn’t she heard their names a ton of times especially since they’re some of the best assassins?

☂ How did Five know which tubes to put the messages in? 

☂ You can see at this part how Five immediately gets anxious and antsy. He has a wild look in his eyes. From this point onwards he’s constantly moving, shaking with energy, anticipation, and probably a little bit of anger

☂ “You’re a great disappointment to me.” That’s definitely not the first time he’s heard that

☂ “I don’t belong anywhere thanks to you. You made me a killer!” The first part of that stings. Obviously he feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but again I think has to do with the whole “good” and “bad” thing that’s going on. He feels like he doesn’t belong at home because he’s “bad” and has done a lot of dark stuff to get home (it doesn’t help that Luther voiced his acknowledgment of this  to Five and now he has that in his mind that Luther knows and somewhat views him as “bad”). Five 100% feels shame in what he has done, and definitely has an issue of coming back to his family with blood on his hands form what he has done. He doesn’t belong in The Commission anymore because he doesn’t want to stay there to do their dirty work to kill or give out kill orders. He’s done with that or at least wants to be done with that life.

The last statement though is Five taking his anger and guilt about being becoming an assassin out on The Handler. She brought him into The Commission, which in turn he became the best assassin across The Space-Time Continuum. It’s not something he’s proud of, and he never enjoyed killing (as much as I want it to be the DNA alteration I just don’t think it exists in the show or at least not yet). However The Handler replies with “You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction.” which you can immediately tell has struck a chord with Five. For the briefest second he looks taken aback and his eyes ever so slightly open wider in shock, whether he took that as the truth or just a terrible accusation isn’t exactly clear. Either way he doesn’t like being accused or hearing the truth out loud of always being able to be murderous, a killer. 

I believe it’s a mixture of The Handler just trying to get into his head and a combination of the truth. Reginald trained The Umbrella Academy to use brute force, but that doesn’t mean Five had killed anyone but he was definitely violent when it came to stopping bad guys (not to mention in the pilot script he was called a “Ruthless little war machine” after violently attacking and decapitating a bunch of mannequins)

☂ Diego: I’m going to go kill Hazel and Cha-Cha!........Riiiiight after I get done walking with my mom in the park

☂ He’s so happy to see Klaus again 

☂ ✨Gremlin✨

☂ Who exactly does Five owe a debt to? Maybe his family after accidentally leaving them and now he wants to save them? Or is it a singular person?  

☂ Ouch! Now that’s what I call a problem later!

☂ 

☂ Five using “Ya’ll” is weird to hear

☂ Five is talking to his siblings like he knows what’s been happening but in reality he’s rarely been at home so how would he know

☂ I love that Five doesn't even answer Diego at the end and instead just stares at his siblings 

☂☂☂☂☂☂☂

Feel free to comment or reblog with things you have noticed too!

[bluegarners]

The Call

Later in life, he’ll understand it was the void that spoke to him. Right now though, it screams in Dick’s ears.

When he was younger, maybe between the age of five or six, he heard it. The particular wording wasn’t exactly correct, he never actually heard anything, there was no sound or noise to hear, but he understood it.

It was a call. A command. And whenever it surfaced, it was loud and it was in his face until he listened and did whatever it asked of him.

When he first heard it, he was with his parents, practicing for their next performance. It was normal and peaceful. But when he mounted the bars and was reaching out to grasp the swinging rope before him, it spoke and tugged gently.

Stop.

At the time, he hadn’t known what it was. It was soft, quiet even, but it had startled him enough to the point where his grip slackened, and he was falling. The feel of air rushing past you, whistling in your ear like a taunt as the world laughed; the first time you feel it, you never forget it.

He was lucky. It was only a practice and the safety net had caught him before gravity had had its way with him. His parents had been frantic, leaping down to help him and reassure themselves. It had been scary seeing a Grayson fall. Graysons flew, toyed with the idea of plummeting like it was merely a myth. To see one shot down, so suddenly, so quickly, and so young, it was horrifying.

Dick did not perform that night.

When his parents died, flashes of red, yellow, and green, it whispered again. It tickled against his ears, brushed against his hair, as he looked down at the brokenness of their bodies, displayed and framed with pools of black against the sawdust. 

Follow.

It had only been a whisper, just a breath, and he had dismissed it. The shrieks of the crowd below, the shouts of the ringmaster demanding for everyone to remain calm, his fellow performers stock still like statues. It was easy to dismiss a whisper when there was chaos. When the police came and the sirens ceased their wailing, everything was silent and weightless, like the world had forgotten what noise was.

When the social worker told him that he could not continue traveling with the circus and was instead to remain in Gotham, be “placed” in an orphanage like he was some object, some discarded thing that needed to be relocated, he was angry. He was upset. He was baffled. He was ten.

In those few months he spent with the other dozens of “placed” children, Dick Grayson was a lot of things, but none of them what he wanted to be. There was an endless buzz deep within his bones, a steady thrum in his head that would not dissipate no matter how many nights he snuck out or how many purse snatchers and petty thieves he beat with his fists. The kids he roomed with, ate with, shared a bathroom with, knew he was a circus freak. That he was some weirdo who could perform tricks on command like a dog. That the people who he had once called family were all thousands of miles away from Gotham and buried in some nameless cemetery with plain gravestones.

One day, as he lay in his rotted mattress, the nagging, ceaseless, ever present urge to flee covering his entire being, another social worker came by and told him he was going to be taken away by Bruce Wayne. That the man had offered, in a generous and beautiful display of sympathy and desire to help, to take the ten year old in as his ward. That he better behave and thank the man when he came to pick him up and smile for the cameras when they flashed in his face.

Dick was confused. He was desperate. He was grateful to be rescued from the looming and smelly walls. Mostly, though, he was indifferent.

Arriving at the Wayne Mansion was overwhelming and scary. It was absurdly large, immaculately clean, and much too empty. Most of his first week getting “settled”, because that’s what you have to do when you relocate and get removed, you must settle for what you have, was spent with the singular butler. Dick found it impressive that the older man was in charge of maintaining every detail in the massive home, but he soon saw reason for it.

Bruce was never there. He was always working, always away, and too busy to properly help “settle” his new ward, of which he had yet to explain. Why? Why him? Why this random orphaned boy out of the other hundreds of more pitiable kids?

Alfred tried his best to explain it to him, that Bruce saw himself in Dick because they had both become orphaned at such a young age, and god, didn’t that sting? To be reminded in such a stark manner? To be told his sole purpose in occupying space in the Wayne household was because of a mutual trauma?

And then one night, it makes sense. He discovers the secret to Bruce Wayne and his near constant absence. And he wants in.

When it comes time, after three days of convincing, a week of searching and preparing, and two days staking out, Dick is ready. The mask he wears hides his eyes, hides the fury, the hatred, the absolute glee he feels as his fist drives into the man who took everything from him. Over and over again, and he thinks he’s smiling when he pauses for a moment to truly look into the bloody and disfigured face he’s beating. 

Do it.

It had been months since he’d last heard it, last felt it, but he thinks he’s ready to listen. No more startling, no more ignoring. In fact, he might even embrace it. 

There’s a batarang in his hand before he’s even processed it all, reeling back his arm to deliver the final blow, to avenge his parents, avenge the life that could’ve been his but was instead snatched from underneath him all because of some stupid money. Some fucking paper bills. 

Do it.

“Robin, that’s enough.”

The weapon falls out of his grasp as if he’d been burned by it, getting up and off the unconscious man. The gloves he’s wearing are dripping, his skin hot from the red that splatters his front. Beneath the dock lighting, it almost looks black.

It begins yelling at him, pushing against his mind for every step he takes away from the misshapen body tied to the lamp post. It goes away eventually, its screams fading away into the background as days pass by. The endless thrum in him stops, the buzzing static in his bones melting away as he realizes how tired he is. 

How awfully tired and done he is.

He holes himself in his much too large room, coming out only to eat and prove he is alive. For two weeks, he keeps the same routine. He tells nothing of his thoughts from that night, nor wishes to. Alfred attempts to keep him company, assuring the ten year old that he has someone to talk to, but his lips are sealed and his head is wailing.

Finally, he emerges, and after awkward greetings, apologies, and long suffering sighs, he gets to work. Training under the Batman, becoming yet another symbol to Gotham in the form of a bird his mother loved, it keeps his head on straight. For the first time in a long time, Dick is strangely optimistic and happy.

Alfred tells him that his smiles brighten both his and Bruce’s day, even if the latter says nothing of it. He learns that Bruce, even out of the cowl and under the name Wayne, is still a very stoic and quiet man, even cold at times. But Dick reminds himself that by letting him become Robin, by letting him work by his side and live in his home, this was the billionaire’s way of showing he cared. On the good days, when Dick could get the reserved man to smile or even chuckle a tiny bit, he was a ball of light and energy, doubling down on his efforts to keep Alfred and Bruce happy with him.

Because if they grew tired of him, or his presence no longer brought joy, what would they do with him? Under a legal obligation and public image, Bruce couldn’t get rid of him so soon, but there were worse things. Like taking Robin away. Taking his only connection, his only outlet, away. Letting the buzz and the ache return.

The day he debuted officially as Batman’s sidekick, his new partner, Robin, was one of the happiest days Dick thinks he’s ever had. It’s a slow night, a slow patrol, but it’s amazing. Everything he could have ever dreamed of. When they come to rest, perched on some high rise skyscraper looking over the dingy city, Dick breathes in the smog and smiles. Next to him, Batman stands, silent and brooding, but even Robin knows that he is satisfied as well. Below them, down, down, down below, there is the city life. The homeless, the hookers, the drug dealers, the thieves, the ordinary civilians. From where they perch, the people look like ants. So tiny and minuscule. 

He’s seen this view before. Seen it in his trial runs through the city. Seen it from lower buildings. The air is thinner and just that amount colder, the wind is whistling in his ears, brushing against his hair, laughing. Taunting.

The longer he stares downward, the longer his eyes remain trained on the perhaps only dozen people below, the longer he allows the call to beckon him, the harder his heart beats. The louder the wind screams in his ears. 

You never forget it after the first time.

Jump.

It’s the first time it has echoed so loudly, so demandingly. 

Batman turns his head to stare at the boy, watching as his feet shuffle and his back hunches. There’s a strong gust, powerful enough to make his cape billow wildly, and suddenly, Robin is leaping.

Robin is plummeting.

There are no second thoughts as he fires his grapple hook, jumping down after the boy who falls so serenely. The wind bites at his face, Gotham is cold tonight, and as he yanks at the boy’s arm, securing him stiffly to his side, Batman feels his stomach churn. He hadn’t thought of this outcome.

Later, when they return to the Manor, Dick goes straight to his room, shutting the door and locking it. Bruce stays in the cave, troubled, unsure, and mildly terrified. 

“I was just playing around, B. It was no big deal.”

“What you just did was reckless and unnecessary.”

“I was gonna catch myself.”

“Were you?”

Bruce still isn’t sure what exactly had happened. The boy hadn’t shown any alarming tendencies before. Red flags all but absent. Even after consulting Alfred, both adults were stumped. Dick was happy, right?

What bothered him the most was that Robin hadn’t even reached for his grapple. There was no fear. No thrill. Nothing in his actions or posture or face that would indicate he jumped for the fun of it.

He leaped and did nothing. 

He just fell.

Dick gets “suspended” for three weeks after. Bruce never said anything, never implied a suspension or anything of the sort, but Dick knew. He stays in the Manor with Alfred, goes to school, and is quite normal. He never attended a proper school whilst traveling with the circus, and he can’t say he likes the atmosphere.

He knows he’s been forgiven when Bruce joins them for dinner, asking what he’d learned that day and investing actual thought into the conversation. When they go out for patrol, and god, does it feel good to be out again, Robin stays close to Batman and Batman keeps an eye on Robin. All goes well and nothing big happens. It’s a good night.

As time passes on, and Gotham finally learns of their new hero, all thoughts of Robin’s leap vanish. Even the villains note how chipper the smaller vigilante is beside the ever dark and stoic Bat. There are always comments about his age, speculations on why a child would be strung along for the ride. Batman ignores them and Robin sticks out his tongue. Simple.

Months pass and Dick realizes that Batman doesn’t do holidays. Bruce Wayne hosts galas and attends them, but Batman does not. When Christmas Eve arrives, and with it the seventh gala of the month, Dick tries his best to remain collected. As Bruce Wayne’s ward, he has to maintain an image, but there is an empty feeling inside when Christmas morning comes and there is no real festive cheer. A simple breakfast and a normal day accompany it, and even Christmas dinner is no more than a nice ham and some plum pudding. 

Dick cries that night. He’s never missed his parents more.

Spring arrives, and so does March 20th. Honestly, Dick hadn’t been paying attention, a small part of him perhaps even ignoring the date existed, but he’s forced to reckon with it when Alfred delivers him breakfast in bed and a small card that reads Happy Birthday.

He is eleven now. It is his first birthday, ever, where he has not been woken up by a hug pile and loud, borderline obnoxious singing from his parents. When Alfred leaves to let Dick get dressed, because “I’m taking you out shopping for a nice suit; Master Bruce has a pleasant dinner planned,” , he takes extra long in the shower, begging the hot water to do something about the numbness that’s closing in. He does not cry, he’s promised himself not to do that anymore, but he feels hollow.

Dick isn’t sure he likes his birthday anymore. It doesn’t feel the same. Not with the lavish presents, the fancy food, the primness of other rich people wishing him well and congratulations.

He wants his parents. 

He wants them to smother him and take too many pictures. 

He wants to laugh and complain when his face gets shoved into a slice of cake. 

He wants to hold them tightly and tell them he loves them.

Instead, Dick says thank you and smiles brightly.

 Later that night, when they’re back in the Manor, safe from the flashing cameras and intrusive questions,

“What’s it like to be the ward of a billionaire?”

“What were birthdays like in the circus?”

“Is it hard adjusting to normal life?”

Dick climbs out of his window and sits on the roof. Even as far away from the city as they are, light pollution steals the stars away. The sky is cloudy, the moon hidden, and Dick has never felt so small. So alone. The world is vast, larger than even he can stretch his imagination, and somewhere out there, Haly’s Circus was traveling, performing.

They must be thinking of him, right? At least one of them must remember him. He grew up in the circus, grew up around “strange” people, people he called family. He loved them, so they had to have loved him back, right? At least, once in a while, be thinking of him.

Or maybe. Maybe, he was just another act. Another stage performance. Dazzling, flashy, and brief. Time ran out, the clock struck twelve, and the show was over. Curtains close, they say goodbye, and that’s it. 

The Graysons were never supposed to be permanent.

He teeters, four stories above the ground below, and breathes. Balancing at the tip of some outdated and strangely well fit spike, Dick feels the wind come and brush against his face. Is this what he’ll always think of when the air gets cold? Of cheering crowds and brightly colored outfits? The cheers turning into screams of horror, sawdust becoming saturated with a red so black it looks like some blank and open void?

Fly.

I’m scared to, he thinks. The horizon ahead of him is endless, boundless, but the ground beneath him, just barely sixty feet away, is so close. An abrupt stop.

Fly.

When he tries to breathe in again, his lungs spasm and a short and quiet hiccup escapes instead. For the first time, Dick is scared of flying. Scared of what will happen if he falls. Scared that there will be nothing waiting for him except something cold and hard, left in another unmarked graveyard. 

Scared that no one will care if he falls.

But, it keeps telling him to go. To jump. To leap. To take flight. It’s loud and annoying and it won’t leave him alone.

He shuffles a bit, keeping his eyes fixed on the Gotham city lights. They become blurry, too obscured in his tears, and that scares him even more to think that if he falls, he won’t have the comfort of light to guide him. 

Fly.

The suit he wore to dinner is starchy against his skin, the feel of pressed fabric and metal buttons stark. He feels out of place, even by himself where no is to judge him except the sky and the open air. The jacket is too thick, too warm, and he thinks that if he were to take it off, peel back the heavy layer and throw it away, he thinks he might actually be able to do it.

Actually fly.

“Dick?”

Fly.

The breeze plays with his hair, untied shoelaces and unkempt tie fluttering. They tease him in their effortless play. How tangibly wonderful must it be to play with the wind, forgetting gravity altogether?

There’s a shadow behind him, the moon peeking out and casting a soft glow upon the moor. It’s a heavy but solid presence, the shadow that stands behind him, and somehow, he can feel the concern emanating off of them. Sometimes, he forgets that Bruce is still fairly young. Only twenty six. 

Fly.

“I’m scared,” Dick says aloud, still teetering, still balancing, still deciding. Still only eleven himself.

Fly.

“What are you scared of?”

It’s genuine, nothing mocking or patronizing, but Dick struggles to come up with an answer. Bruce is close behind him, maybe only a few feet away, tense and ready to make a grab for him. Ready to leap and snatch him out of the air again. 

Fly.

Dick wishes it would shut up. Wishes the thing would go away, out of his mind, away from his head. It always sounds so nice when he’s by himself, when there’s no one else around, and it's just whispering into his ear. Speaking of reassurance and comfort. When there are others, when more people arrive, it gets so angry. So loud. Demanding. He doesn’t like it. He hates it. It never leaves him alone.

He wants it to die. He wants it to shrivel up and never come back. He wants to…

“I’m scared of flying,” Dick finally answers, stumbling away from the edge and back onto the roof. “I don’t want to fly. I don’t want- I can’t fly anymore.”

Bruce’s arms wrap around him, secure and tight and grounding. They hold him in place, even as the wind still laughs in his ear, whisking away leaves and letting them drift gently as if to say, This is what you’re missing out on.

“That’s okay,” Bruce rumbles, voice deep and perhaps somber. “You don’t have to fly if you don’t want to.”

Fly.

“I don’t. I don’t want to.”

And Bruce nods like he understands what Dick is talking about, like he understands the sudden fright of flight. Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn’t and is merely humoring Dick. It doesn’t matter much though, the security of his hold enough to stabilize and keep him attached to the roof. 

Enough to make him stop shaking out of fear of accidentally flying.

Enough to quell the screams.

[katcadecascade]

Dumplings Before this World Ends (ORV oneshot)

*spoilers up to chapter 235

Summary: 

First Murim is known for their dumplings. It's a shame that Kim Dokja mostly remembers that this place is gonna be destroyed later but for right now he'll enjoy the dumplings with Yoo Jonghyuk.

Kim Dokja is a bit ashamed to admit that he has never been asked out for dinner.

As a man in modern society that clings to traditional (heteronormative) relationships, Kim Dokja attempted to ask out a few women in his life. They all declined to no one’s surprise.

It didn’t discourage him to purse romance. It just reinforced his daily solitude to keep reading Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse.

There wasn’t much else in his life to emotionally invest into.

So majority of his life is spent diverging into the words of a fictional world.

Then to everyone’s surprise, Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse became real. There is a lot to unpack there, the whole reality shaking knowledge of trying to understand how any of this is possibly and how so far Kim Dokja has not been dead.

Like permanently because he promised to his companions that he’ll come back.

Kim Dokja is still trying to make his way to them, currently preparing for the Demon King Selection. His plan right now is to get the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint on his side by shoving Yoo Jonghyuk back onto First Murin against the protagonist’s wishes.

It’s a good plan right?

So far, the only kink in the plan is the unexpected invitation to the Gourmet Association.

Oh and the fact that the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint forces Yoo Jonghyuk and Kim Dokja out of her temple to go have dinner.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is ecstatic of these turn of events]

A bit dumbfounded, Kim Dokja tried to refuse all of this but instead Yoo Jonghyuk simply started walking to the town district and said one thing as if everything was normal.

“Are you coming or not?”

Kim Dokja could’ve just go back in the temple, pretend that Yoo Jonghyuk didn’t just ask him out for dinner in the rudest way possible, and remain as a dateless nobody he has always been.

After all, who would ever ask out Kim Dokja?

But this is Yoo Jonghyuk, a protagonist that he has followed and practically knows like the back of his hand.

Kim Dokja accepts the invitation and starts walking by Yoo Jonghyuk’s side.

First Murin’s nightlife is a pretty scene to witness in person. No amount of written words it has been described in the novel matches the way Kim Dokja is feeling. He feels otherworldly for stepping into this supposed fictional world, a real tourist in actuality, but as much as he enjoys the scenery is can’t help but morn.

Both he and Yoo Jonghyuk await the fated destruction of First Murim. This place of forsaken tradition is simply not to be. One day this place will fall as depicted in the original novel.

But before then, dumplings.

Yoo Jonghyuk leads them to a hole in the wall restaurant. The restaurant perfectly matches the one in the book, a small place filled with many people and yet the power of the protagonist guarantees a table in the corner for them.

A server quickly gets their order for the all-you-can-eat dumpling special and thus leaves Yoo Jonghyuk and Kim Dokja in silence. Obviously, Yoo Jonghyuk opted to stare out the window rather than the awkward shape before him.

As mentioned before, Kim Dokja has never been asked out on a date and he’s hesitant to even call this one a date. He will always be an introvert at worst and yet with Yoo Jonghyuk he feels weirdly comfortable, sort of.

Any time they’re together it was only to barely make it past a dangerous scenario.

Right now, the biggest danger is probably making it through this night with Kim Dokja’s dignity intact.

“So,” Kim Dokja idly traces the condensation on his glass of water, “how’s earth?”

What he really meant was how the others was but he already asked that back in the Demon Realm. If Kim Dokja knows anything about Yoo Jonghyuk, and he does, then small talk is the last thing the protagonist will indulge in.

Yet this is Kim Dokja and he’s known to annoy Yoo Jonghyuk.

“I wouldn’t have to tell you if did not die.”

“Look, I was fated to die.”

“By the one you love most.”

“Do you have to remind me?”

Yoo Jonghyuk’s eyebrow twitches. “I killed you.”

“It was a group effort.”

“Do you have any idea,” Yoo Jonghyuk begins hotly but like a star it dies out fast with a muttered, “…never mind.”

“Huh?”

Before Kim Dokja could question further, a server delivers them a big amount of steamer baskets. Yoo Jonghyuk wastes no time to take off the lid, releasing a puff of hot steam of the most delicious smelling dumpling ever created in a once fictional world.

As much as Kim Dokja wants to copy Yoo Jonghyuk on just happily eating the dumpling, he wants something else first.

“You were gonna say something.”

Stubbornly, Yoo Jonghyuk ate a dumpling in silence. In retaliation, Kim Dokja did the most suicidal thing he could ever do (discounting all his previous deaths of course). He stole the next dumpling Yoo Jonghyuk was aiming for.

The protagonist glares at the reader munching on the savory dumpling. It’s very good. A part of him melts at the sheer taste.

Before Kim Dokja could pick out another dumpling, Yoo Jonghyuk says something that shakes the constellation to his core.

“They miss you.”

Kim Dokja remains frozen for an impatiently long time, long enough for Yoo Jonghyuk to grab the next basket for a new set of hot dumplings.

“Bastard, why are you shocked?”

“Because I am.”

If there was another curse in mind, Yoo Jonghyuk doesn’t say it. He just studies how Kim Dokja is currently working his brain in overtime.

Truly, he is shocked because this would be the first time he has ever heard that sentiment directed towards him.

(Did his own mother ever say that to Kim Dokja?)

The concept of someone actually missing Kim Dokja has never occurred to him. It is a genuine surprise to a person lonely and new to friendships. It’s a strange detachment to reality for the reader, especially since he techniqually ‘died’ before them all.

So not only do they miss him, they have grieved for Kim Dokja.

It really is a strange idea to think about, especially since it’s Yoo Jonghyuk presenting all these facts.

Kim Dokja know that Yoo Jonghyuk can’t ever know if anyone has ever grieved for him because the moment he dies, it’s a new timeline. Meaning his friends forget all about the scenarios and sufferings, they all endured. Besides, they usually die before Yoo Jonghuk.

It’s harsh to suggest that maybe Yoo Jonghyuk and the others should get used to Kim Dokja’s death. However, Kim Dokja doesn’t think like that. Instead, he still trying to comprehend the idea that people miss him.

He who is out casted and unremarkable. He who prefers the words of a lonely book. He who has made friends in the first time in his life.

Kim Dokja died for them multiple times already with no regret… well except for this new one.

A ringing ache settles onto his heart, still struggling against these new feelings of something soft and precious.

“I’m going to see them again.” He swallows down a lump of that weird feeling, “I promised them.”

“I know,” Yoo Jonghyuk glares, “You better keep your promise.”

Kim Dokja forces a smile, ignoring the present jumble of emotions trapped inside, “Did you miss me too?”

“You bastard.” Yoo Jonghyuk’s glare is harsher than ever.

The man’s insult is a relief to Kim Dokja. This blunt rudeness is more familiar to him than the warm guilt-ridden idea that his friends miss him.

He orchestrated them to kill him. It’s a bit difficult to remember it.

Kim Dokja will die by the one he loves most.

In the end, Yoo Jonghyuk did the last blow.

Kim Dokja thinks Han Sooyoung will tease him about this ‘poetic’ event.

“I miss them too,” he finally says.

Yoo Jonghyuk stops glaring and nods.

Under his breath, Kim Dokja adds, “That includes you.’

He stuffs another dumpling in his mouth.

It took a lot of boldness to breathe that out. Kim Dokja can’t look at Yoo Jonghyuk.

Yet over Omniscient Viewpoint…

[He missed me?]

If Kim Dokja looked up from his food, he would’ve seen the smallest of smiles on Yoo Jonghyuk.

[…that bastard.]

Eventually the rest of the dumplings are gone but that warm feeling remains inside Kim Dokja.

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Apologise

Description: Jake’s been ignoring Y/n for weeks and only spending time with his friends over his own girlfriend. But after while she had finally had enough. One day she decides to confront him.

A/n: I just had to write this😂 after rewatching the film a few days ago how could I resist? It just needed to be written 😂 (I also made it modern time btw just so it was easier to write for 😂) yeah I know that this is extremely angsty but I promise that there’s a whole lot a fluff at the end so the angsty part is definitely worth it 🥺💞 Jake is one of my ultimate loves that definitely needs some more loving then he got 🥺I didn’t plan on making this a fucking novel but here we are 😂

A/n: and okay yeah this is once again another submission for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 writing challenge how could I not? 😂

Prompts: 2. “Can you just not right now?”and 14. “Did I...fall asleep on you??”

Warnings: Mentions of smut (nothing too descriptive), argument, being ignored, language, mentions of parents dying, mentions of weight loss, just a whole lot of angst, mentions of being poor and small bit of fluff at the end.

Temporary tag list: @jtargaryen18 & @et-lesailes

For weeks Jake has been neglecting you. Much rathering to play football with Reggie Ray and Austin then even hang out with you, his girlfriend of literally almost 1 year. How the hell did that even make sense? You were his girlfriend! Surely you were more important then some football game right? Well wrong! Apparently football was his only love. You’d always come in second to all of that.

Over the course of those insanely long 8 weeks that he’d been pushing you aside you had managed to keep your calm, just ignoring it. Thinking maybe he’d just been having a tough time studying for finals and training for football season. But as time continued to pass, still no texts, calls or even a FaceTime, you began to fear that your once loving relationship with Jake was steadily coming to a almighty close. Something that really did scare the life out of you. You loved Jake with all your heart and to lose him over the fact that he’d rather play football with his friends then hangout with you would send your heart into meltdown. No way could you let this happen to the both of you.

The pair of you were pretty much inseparable during the early stages of your relationship, always opting to spend time over at his house in the warmth then be at home where not even your heater worked. Obviously his sister still trying to fuck him was a huge problem for you, usually making you uncomfortable whenever you were ther but Jake had assured you that nothing was going on between them. Besides, he was just as uncomfortable (if more so) as you were with the immeture and disgusting way Catherin was acting around her BROTHER!

You came from a much poorer family then Jake did. But, surprisingly to you, Jake hadn’t actually seemed to care that you didn’t have any money. In fact he actually much preferred it sometimes since he had gotten to spoil you rotten with peculiar gifts and meals at fancy restaurants that almost 100% of the time just weren’t your style. Yeah he was a asshole sometimes but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love him. Most days you even struggled to pay your rent in your lonely one bedroom apartment that you’d moved into once your parents had past away last year. But no matter how many times Jake had attempted to lend you some of his inheritance in order to help pay rent, you never wanted to take it. Too afraid you’d have to pay it back somehow. There was even a time where Jake had offered for you to move in with him, not that his parents would have agreed with that, yet he didn’t seem to care. Food was hard to come by when you were at home, so whenever Jake had been able to, He’d make sure that you ate or at least tried to eat since he knew that you struggled a lost due to the fact that before you’d started dating him it was hard to get food. You mattered way more to him at the beginning. But right now it didn’t seem like he really seemed to care even a little. No more being at his house for warmth, no daily check ups, no food payed for and no offers to help pay for rent. It was like he’d retracted back to his old self. This wasn’t the Jake you had fallen in love him. He’d changed.

But nonetheless, the tenderness between the pair of you was irreplaceable. So of course you couldn’t just let this come between what the two of you had. But this was going to be a tough one to crack! Especially since you literally hadn’t talked to Jake for 8 WHOLE WEEKS!!! That’s right two months with barely any contact apart from when you were sitting at lunch listening to him blabber on about football or some damn movie he’s watching with his mates. Come on y/n think! It can’t be that hard to figure something out can it?

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There it was again! That unnecessary tension rearing it’s ugly head once again at your usual table in the cafeteria. Jake, being the popular dick he was right now, had made himself comfortable next to you. Slowly taking one quick glance at you before once again completely ignoring you without a second thought. 8 weeks of this bullshit! It was a Miracle that you hadn’t murdered him already for neglecting you the way that he had been doing for 2 whole fucking months! So of course it was understandable that you snapped. Just listening to his smug laugh as he laughed and joked with Austin about the new hot chic was enough to set your entire body on fire.

With a stern look on your face you finally began to talk. Worth a shot right? “So I was won—“ you began as you attempted begin a normal conversation with you boyfriend, not really giving two shits about the fact that you were interrupting his dirty minded talk with Austin since you didn’t really care for the blonde. But before you could even get 10 words out Jake had already stopped you “y/n I’m in the middle of talking with my friend.” He cockily spoke with a shit eating grub appearing on his face for a millisecond before he turned back to his mates in hopes of continuing his ‘innocent’ conversation. Oh but that was not at all what happened. “Oh my bad! Didn’t realise that me literally about to invite you over for sex was me interrupting you. Silly me. I’m only your girlfriend!” You bit back, your glare completely fixed on Jake, not even caring that Austin, Reggie Ray and Malik all now has their mouths wide open in shock like they were having a fly collecting contest. You were half expecting Jake to nervously laugh it off and practically beg for you to forgive him, resulting in a quickie in the janitors closest. But that wasn’t what happened at all. In fact no amount of overthinking could prepare you for Jakes next choice of words.

“Can you just not right now?” The raven haired boy pressed with a insanely serious look on his face now. All thoughts that he might have just been joking had left your head completely. Hearing those words coming from Jakes mouth were like daggers pressing into your head and twisting Infinitely. Not only had it been a shock to you but it had also been a shock to everyone on the table. Jake Wyler, the most popular jock, refusing sex? Most importantly refusing you? What the hell was wrong with him? Oh you intended to find out. But for now you just stood up, shooting one more hurt glare towards your boyfriend before turning on your feet and leaving your spot at the table. Instead seating yourself on a table further away from them so that you didn’t risk another hurtful comment. Now this really was getting out of control.

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Currently, for some unknown reason, YOU were sitting on the large length couch at some unknown douchbags house as you sipped from your red cup. Eyes scanning the room eagerly in an attempt to spot your dick head of a boyfriend. Even if you hadn’t Necessarily been accomanied by Jake to the party you knew for sure that he was a party animal. So why on earth would he miss this? Especially since the place was filled with doubly intoxicated high school students who most certainly were underage drinking. But then again so were you.

However, as you say there waiting for your raven haired beauty of a boyfriend to walk through those doors and unintentionally avoid you once again, you continued to run over your incredibly thought out plan in your head. Knowing with every bone in your body that this plan was most certainly going to get his attention, if not make him throw you over his shoulder, take you back to his place and fuck you until you can’t walk for at least a week. Yeah maybe you were secretly hoping for that second one.

6 drinks in Jake finally arrived at the party, accompanied by Reggie Ray and that stupid smug looking blonde ashole who you had conveniently forgotten the name of at this point. Only this time your raven haired boyfriend actually acknowledged that you were even there by letting his eyes scan over your perfectly curvy body. Which tonight was barely even covered by that incredibly revealing outfit that consisted of: a risky white vest like short with a very thin material that let your light pink bra peak out underneath the fabric, paired with a nude coloured leather skirt that barely covered your ass and some beautiful black boots to accompany the rest of your outfit. Of course this particular get up just so happened to be the only sexy outfit that you owned due to the fact that Jake had bought this for your birthday when you had only just started dating. You could definitely still remember him insisting that you wore this exact outfit to any party he took you to. So why waste it? After all it was just hanging up in your closet.

Even from 5 feet away from him you could still hear the cogs working away in his brain as your outfit caught his attention instantly. And in a matter of moments he was already sauntering over to you. Step one: Grab his attention complete. Oh but he wasn’t going to win that easy. No way was that going to happen! You hadn’t just come to this party wearing such a risky choice of clothing that was so out of your comfort zone to just let him win so easily.

“Hey baby, you wanna dance?” Jake asked with a slight smirk on his face, almost as if he was pretending like all of that god awful neglect hadn’t happened. Which you weren’t going to forget about. But this was operation get Jake jealous after all so you really did have to forget about what he’d been doing, at least for a few hours so that you could continue on with your plan.

Step two: dance with another hot jock who wasn’t Jake. After careful consideration you finally picked your target. Austin. Why? Because you knew for a fact that you dancing with Jakes asshole teenage playboy of a best friend was definitely going to make him jealous. “Sure” you teased, pausing for just the perfect amount of time for Jake to walk closer to you and almost grab your hand before you continued on “just not with you” there it was! Almost a millisecond after the last syllable had left your mouth! That gorgeous face of Jakes contorting into a look of pure jealousy just from those four simple words. “Not with me huh? If I’m not mistake I’m your boyfriend, so why won’t you dance with me?” Jake questioned whilst he still continued to attempt to grab at your waist, failing miserably every single time since you dodged him.

Those words in themselves were enough to light the fire in the pit of your stomach. Reminding you exactly why you had come up with this devious plan in the first place. Jake needed to learn a lesson and he needed to learn it now! Or else you’d most likely end up breaking up with him. “Because I don’t want to dance with my neglectful boyfriend.” You spat back before sauntering over to where Austin was standing, grabbing onto his hand and with no word of warning pulling him onto the makeshift dance floor.

Fiftheen minuets had dragged on by as Jakes eyes remained glued to your figure. Red hot anger coursing through him every time he watched your ass grind up against his friends crotch. Was this pay back for him treating you like your were worthless for 2 months? Because if it was then this was some carefully planned out payback that was not going to be working out in your favour later. “What the fuck!” Jake seethed. The sight of you now grinding against Austin’s very noticeable buldge was the fine straw! Causing him to leap out of his chair, rush over to the dance floor, throw you over his shoulder and walked out of the room with you kicking and screaming for him to put you down. Finally putting an end to your hideous plan all together. This most certainly hadn’t been how you had expected this to go but boy oh boy were you excited to see what happened next.

It wasn’t until Jake practically threw you onto a king sized bed and began yelling at you that you realised that this wasn’t going to end in sex. Or at least for the time being it wasn’t “Austin?? Of all fucking people you could have grinded up against you chose that bastard? What the fuck y/n?!” Jake spoke, anger clear in his tone as he fists clenched together in the dark room. “Do you really think that was the greatest of ideas huh? Embarrassing me infront of almost everyone? You really are a fucking bitch sometimes!” Oh how he wished he could turn back time and retract those words. Jake regretted those words as soon as they had left his mouth.

But unfortunately it was too late, he’d already hit a nerve inside of you that had been so desperate to appear this entire time! “You’re really asking me what the fuck all of that was about? Seriously Jake you don’t know? You don’t know that you’ve been ignoring me for the past 2 months for no fucking reason and doing god knows what?” Oh you were beyond finished at this point. “Embarrassing you? I embarrassed you? Really? That’s rich coming from the man who embarrassed me infront of our entire high school in the cafetière by practically telling me to shut up infront of everyone when I was actually going to invite you over for sex? You don’t need to know why I did what I did. But I deserve a ducking explanation as to why you’ve been neglecting me for two months and ignoring me any chance that you get! I’m the one that should be asking what the fuck! Have you fallen out of love with me Jake? Are you cheating on me? What is it? Why are you ignoring me whenever I try to talk to you? I’m your girlfriend don’t you think I deserve a explanation?” And with that the tears began to fall from your eyes. Oh no you’d released a damn. This definitely wasn’t going away anytime soon. Shit. Every single word that has been said was unfortunately true. Now all that was left to do was wait for Jakes reaction.

Every single one of your words were like tiny daggers sticking into his chest. But every tear that fell from your eyes was poison strong enough to kill him. How had he let this go on for so long? How had he not seen how disgusting he was being around you? How had he not realised he’d stopped treating you like his girlfriend and more like a slut? He really had destroyed the only perfect girl in his life and what for? Some stupid football game and some boring study sessions with his private tutor that his parents had provided? This wasn’t right! None of this was right. Oh god how could he fix this?

“Baby....I—“ the Raven haired boy began, swallowing thickly as he took large steps towards you. Once again scooping you into his arms. But this time once you were in his arms he laid back down with you. Ignoring your weak struggles to get out of his grin before you finally calmed down and relaxed into his touch. Still sniffling due to all of the tears that had been falling from your eyes.

For the rest of the party Jake made it his mission to give you bet might of your life. Ignoring his friends and instead focusing all of his attention onto you without a doubt trying to make it up to you. Of course every so often he’d whisper a apology in your ear or kiss you deeply in an attempt to mend his guilty conscience once and for all. But nothing seemed to help at all.

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By the time you woke up at exactly 12:04pm the next day, you’d found yourself wrapped up in Jakes arms as he began placing gentle kisses against the back of your neck and shoulder. Something he’d been doing for the last several minutes. “Morning beautiful” he mumbled upon noticing you were awake. “Hmmmm...morning Jake..” you hummed back blissfully as you turned round in his arms. Happily staring him in his beautoful baby blue eyes before kissing him deeply just enjoying the moment.

After a very tired Make out session your eyes seemed to widen in horror as you looked down at your almost completely nude body, a little confused as to why you weren’t completely naked or even wearing Jakes shirt. That just didn’t seem right. “Did....I fall asleep on you?” The words in itself causing you to cringe. But you never did receive a actual answer. Instead you were answered with a loud laugh before your boyfriends lips were back on yours. Instantly getting on top of you to finish what you had started the night before.