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brummiereader · 9 days ago

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@zablife this is how I imagined you planning out this storyline...

What a masterpiece, Lee! Arghhh 😍❤️!

I don't think even I could polish up this chaotic Christmas scene 😂. Plus I'm not sure I want to. In fact I'd like to see this play out on the big screen for the laughs 🤣! Lee, this was so funny! You had me giggling throughout the entire story. Not only did you have every character, every OC down to a tee, you brought so much comedic relief to finish off the year and join all our creations and community together into one, fantastic story!

Before I quote anything I have to tell you how you had me absolutely cackling at the mentions below with Rebs character "Sicilian bastard" 🤣! I love it 👌🏼.

Poor Tommy 🤭. This entire Christmas party was something out of, as Clara so adequately put it, "fever dream". I'm not familiar with every OC in this wonderful story but these are some of the lines and moments I loved the most...

Her old friend Irene stepped from the car moments later, arm wrapped snuggly beneath Ada's gloved hand as they ascended the steps of Arrow House. "Are they..." Tommy began. Wait what?? Don't think I was just gonna read past this and not mention it, Lee 😯! Could be just a passing observation, could be something more 🧐🧐.

Don't you be lookin'!" Johnny Dogs scolded as he followed in their wake. This sounded so much like Johnny in my head 😍. And after your dark!Bonnie fic, any mention of Bonnie and I seem to internally combust with giddiness. I think you've unlocked a new blorbo for me Lee 🥴!

Alfie escorted his wife into the drawing room with Rose clutching at her sides, wheezing through tears as she told her husband she'd found a new appreciation for Christmas festivities. 😂, Alfie enjoying Tommy frazzled with the nights festivities is so on point with his character!

Just tryin' to help you dress better," Luca said with a wink. Tommy's jaw clenched at the old insult resurfacing. It was clear Luca would never tire of making jokes at his expense. This made me snort 🤭. He's never gonna stop with those digs about his clothes. And honestly?, I hope he never does because the chaos that ensued when Tommy pulled out his gun was the cherry on the top of this messy evening!

Charlotte dismissed the notion with a soft laugh. "It was no trouble. "Minding Arthur is like minding a sleepy kitten," oh I loved this little line so much. Remove all the rage from him, and he really is just a sleepy kitten in need of strokes 🥰.

"Stephen's taking the piss surely," Clara said as she thumbed through the pages of new characters and scenarios never once mentioned in the show. But I need this piss take on what a christmas with the Shelby's would be like on film now... CANON 🤣! I bet it's not far off from what christmas actually is like with the Shelby's and all their family and friends 🤭.

"Isn't she the one who likes to bring out Tommy's dark side? I'm not sure I want to live with you whilst you channel him!" He's just misunderstood, Clara 🤣! Oooh don't get me giddy 😈. The thought of Cillian channeling dark!tommy with Clara around sounds like the perfect corrupt a wish 🤭.

Lee, this was absolutely brilliant. Well done you! I'm amazed at how you crafted everyone into this seamless story form start to finish ❤️. I've not been in a Christmas mood at all this year, but after reading this story, you've added some cheer and fun to the end of my year. Thank you hun 😘!

Shelby Christmas Spectacular

Summary: The Shelby family and their friends gather for a memorable Christmas party.

A/N: Written for @little-diable Chi's 17K celebration. Two lines in bold are borrowed from the Christmas scene in The Godfather. I admit I deviated from the x reader requirement so I hope that's okay. I wanted to find a way to honor all my moots' lovely OCs. (See the end for credits.) Fair warning this might be the worst thing I've ever written, but at least it was made with love 🤍

Warnings: drinking, cursing, mention of a weapon, mention of illness, hint of nsfw

Frances had been right suggesting the enormous Christmas trees in each room of the Shelby home. Something in her caring nature had sensed the change in Mr. Shelby’s spirits leading up to Christmas Eve. Now her preparations were being praised by Tommy’s partner, Lucy, who went room to room admiring the ornately decorated boughs. She did raise a concern over the candles on the tree in the parlor, wondering if it might be best to extinguish them before John's lot began running circles around the tree. However, she thought better of it knowing Tommy’s trusted man, Don would be standing nearby.

The gentle giant was a comfort to them both this past year and she trusted him implicitly with the protection of their home. Nothing very bad could happen to you with Don by your side, Lucy thought, recalling the days when he’d saved Tommy from himself when she couldn’t.

As she passed through the hall, a servant delivered a telegram on an ornate silver tray. "Who do you know in Hong Kong, ma'am?" the girl asked with awe struck gaze. Lucy plucked the card from the curious maid, squinting at the small type. Having a grand time. My wife and I will return in January." She read the last line once more in a haze of disbelief.

"So he married her?" Tommy rumbled with satisfaction, pleased to hear his cousin was finally settled with the witty and well-connected Mei Chang. Wrapping his arounds Lucy, he gave her waist a gentle squeeze of appreciation he too had someone loyal by his side.

Lost in their own world, they scarcely noticed the click of Polly's high heels against the polished wood. That is until her voice rose sharply behind them. "Married?" she cried.

Lucy attempted to hide the telegram, but Polly captured it between her fingertips at the last moment, reading the lines that exposed her son's secret.

"Thought that's what ya wanted, Pol," Tommy remarked, only to watch the lines of her face crease in despair.

"I wasn't there, Tommy," she noted sadly.

"We'll have a party as soon as they return," Tommy assured her, glancing tentatively at Lucy who was doing her utmost to bite her tongue. She was perhaps the last person one might expect to give a party in Michael's honor, but the placation seemed to soothe Polly so she didn't object.

There was no time to consider the proposal now anyway, Frances brightly announcing the youngest Shelby siblings, twins Sylvie and Sonya, were on the line from London. Any lingering sadness vanished as Polly practically sprinted into Tommy's office to be the first to speak with them.

A tear came to her eye as she listened to their cheerful greeting which sounded very far away. "I'm sorry I couldn't make the last performance of the year," she apologized, thoughts drifting to their graceful form en pointe.

"It's alright, Pol," Sonya assured her softly.

"We've been so busy with rehearsals, we wouldn't have had time for a proper chat anyhow," Sylvie added.

"I'm coming in the new year then and you'll tell me all about playing Odette, hm?" Polly hummed.

"I ...erm...wasn't chosen as Odette," Sylvie revealed, failing to conceal the bitter disappointment in her voice.

Polly's head snapped up at that moment, ready to battle with the ballet master she longed to torment each time he snubbed her nieces in favor of another dancer. "I'll make a call," she promised, fingers subconsciously stroking the flick knife in her pocket. "No, Pol!" the girls replied in unison.

Polly could only chuckle at their solidarity, knowing they'd have her head if she interfered. They hadn't changed a bit from their days running thru the fens as wild reckless wains who abhorred being told what to do.

"Alright," Polly conceded, relinquishing the knife's handle. "I'll stay out of it so long as you two keep out of trouble. Do you hear?" Even as she said it she didn't believe they would, especially during their upcoming break when they would likely spend their nights in clubs. "No galavanting with Chi!" she added sharply.

"We won't," they replied in static monotone, tired of the lectures about their friend who had been deemed a bad influence after John and Arthur learned of her penchant for priests and professors.

Wishing them a happy Christmas, Polly passed the phone to Tommy who undoubtedly wanted to be sure they'd extended an invitation to tonight's party to Alfie and his wife Rose. Another chorused reply came down the line in one long exasperated sigh. Apparently it was a great insult to suggest they shouldn't have been trusted with the task.

Tommy rolled his eyes as he selected a cigarette from its case, allowing them to playfully berate their older brother about his lack of faith in them. Wishing them well for tonight's performance, he ended the call, eyes drifting toward the cars arriving in a long line down the front drive.

Of course Ada would be the first to appear, her glamorous new style on display for all to see. He smirked to himself as he took in the sight of her bright red lipstick specially ordered in New York and shipped to Boston by the caseful now that she could afford it. His sister had dressed to impress this evening and he was curios to see who she'd chosen to escort her when he nearly choked at the sight.

Her old friend Irene stepped from the car moments later, arm wrapped snuggly beneath Ada's gloved hand as they ascended the steps of Arrow House. "Are they..." Tommy began.

"Together?" Lucy offered, meeting Tommy at the window. She only shrugged at the question, uncertain of the details, though she quickly made a note to find out.

The car no one seemed to be able to place was the expensive Bentley, a newer model which put Tommy's to shame. As Bonnie and Vano passed, a long, low whistle rose from their mouths in appreciation of such a fine automobile.

"Don't you be lookin'!" Johnny Dogs scolded as he followed in their wake. "M not just gonna be lookin'," Vano whispered as he jabbed Bonnie in the ribs. His eyes roved the emerald green paint and polished chrome accents, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Nodding politely to the driver now exiting the car, he thought of nothing but a carefree joy ride later when no one would know he was missing.

He might have thought the car was impressive, but his jaw dropped at the sight of who exited moments later. A strikingly beautiful woman with tan skin and dark hair adjusted a scandalously low cut gown beneath her fur.

"Who is that?" he asked Bonnie.

"That's Eva Nelson and you best not look at her either, dinlow!" Bonnie advised, averting his gaze as Jack Nelson glowered at them. "He'll take a garrote to your balls for less," he gulped.

Vano only chuckled in reply, the cloak of youth and stupidity providing ample protection against Bonnie's warnings.

"Thought you were here to see Evie?" Bonnie remarked, watching his friend carefully.

"I am," Vano replied, straightening his jacket to impress Mr. Shelby.

As they reached the front door, they were quickly parted by a large slobbering animal barreling toward Tommy. As the enormous mastiff left a shining trail of saliva in puddles along the carpet, his owners followed behind with wide smiles.

"Tommy!" Alfie called out, arms outstretched in cheerful greeting, his cane nearly bashing Bonnie on the head.

"Alfie," Tommy barely acknowledged, preoccupied with the whereabouts of the dog. "And Cyril," he added with a slight start to his voice and a wince upon hearing the crash of something breakable in the next room.

"We couldn't bear to leave him alone for the night. I hope you don't mind," Rose commented with airy nonchalance. "Besides we know how fond you are of him." It was clear by the barely concealed grin of impish delight she knew that to be false. Alfie couldn't help the roar of laughter upon seeing Tommy's reddening face only made worse by the appearance of a distraught Evie.

"Dad, my ducks!" she shrieked, waiving her hands in perplexed gesturing which told him nothing of the flapping and honking created in Cyril's wake.

Momentarily distracted by the half-eaten wheel of cheese in Evie's hand, Rose began to snicker. They were full fledged giggles by the time Polly came rushing in to chide the teen. "For fucks sake, Evie, put that back!"

In a failed attempt to hide the cheese behind her back, she felt Polly tug her arm away to assess the damage. Noting the prominent teethmarks gnawed savagely into the rind, Polly cast a horrified glance at Tommy who was pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off an inevitable headache. He would need more than the one permitted drink to get through tonight, he thought.

After Arthur had been found drunk in the stairwell earlier in his Santa costume, he'd promised Lucy to stay sober in order to chaperone. Now the job would have to fall to nurse Charlotte as Tommy urgently motioned for a maid to bring him three fingers of whisky.

Then he called for another at the sight of Finn stumbling from a nearby closet, Santa suit around his ankles and striped underpants on display for all to see. "What the fuck are you doing, eh?" Tommy asked in exasperation, assuming Finn had shirked his duty in favor of more amusing activities. "Pull your trousers up, there are children here," he hissed at his younger brother.

Clutching at the fuzzy red material, Finn retorted, "It's the bloody kids who pulled 'em down. What did Esme put in those cakes?" Just then a chorus of war whoops erupted down the corridor, a sugar fueled search party giving chase. Finn scrambled away as they rounded the corner, continuing to hunt their uncle in manic delight.

Alfie escorted his wife into the drawing room with Rose clutching at her sides, wheezing through tears as she told her husband she'd found a new appreciation for Christmas festivities.

Jack and Eva Nelson were not as amused by the scene before them, Eva making snide comments about everything from their pitiful decorations to the lack of champagne. Jack didn't attempt to correct her, hoping to stay on her good side long enough to fuck on Shelby's desk later. A literal and figurative fuck you to his former business partner.

Blissfully ignorant to the scheme being concocted before him, Tommy leaned into Polly to discuss another pressing matter. "Pol, there are some people here not on the list." He eyed Luca Changretta, wondering when his old enemy had snuck past his guards.

As he approached the uninvited guest, he quickly realized Luca wasn't alone. A petite blonde with a slight baby bump took Luca's hand, her warm smile melting the ice in Tommy's cool stare.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Emily Changretta," the woman announced cheerfully. "You have a lovely home," she complimented her host.

"Thank you," Tommy managed with a tight smile. Turning to Luca he asked through gritted teeth, "And why are you in my home, Mr. Changretta?"

Luca shrugged as he attempted to apologize for the business with Solomons last year, a gesture Emily insisted upon to clear the air before their child was born. He stumbled as he chose his words, the act of humility quite unfamiliar to him. "Anyway...I come baring gifts to show there's no hard feelings on my end," Luca confided, reaching into his jacket pocket.

Misreading the gesture, Tommy pulled his revolver from his side at lightning speed. Seconds later he heard another gun cock beside him, realizing Don had been watching in the shadows.

As the crisis unfolded, Emily shielded her bump with an ear piercing shriek. She watched as Luca raise his hands into the air, a good natured chuckle tumbling from his lips as he assured her, "It's okay, honey. They don't trust nobody." He instructed her to remove a small box from his pocket and she did so with trembling hands. Holding it up for Tommy to see, Luca lightly shook the contents with a taunting smile.

Tommy could only sigh in relief as he holstered his gun and gave Don the signal to stand down. Reflexes sharp with lingering adrenaline, Tommy deftly caught the box as it came sailing through the air at him. As it clicked open an expensive set of gold engraved cufflinks sparkled back at him from the velvet lining and he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Just tryin' to help you dress better," Luca said with a wink. Tommy's jaw clenched at the old insult resurfacing. It was clear Luca would never tire of making jokes at his expense.

Apparently that wasn't the only thing he had in mind to annoy Tommy, having brought a Sicilian business associate with him as well. Stefano Spinietta was a loathsome man who wore too much hair pomade and reeked of pungent cologne which lingered in every room he passed through. He also boasted endlessly about his family's importance and a girl back home desperate to become part of it.

As Lucy became the fifth person to hear his speech, she rolled her eyes and whispered to her horse trainer May, "I'd wager a tenner that Nina despises him more than I do." Needing a break from the head splitting boredom of the self important little man, Lucy went in search of better company. She felt a bit guilty leaving Ethel and May to chat with him, but knew they were more than capable of handling the pretentious weasel with their caustic wit.

In no time she found Ada and Irene, the women showering her with compliments on her new velvet green dress. "Please thank your mum for me, Irene. She really outdid herself this time," Lucy requested.

"She's the best dressmaker in Small Heath," Irene agreed.

"I think you both share that honor," Ada reminded her with a proud grin. She never tired of discussing Irene's gift for working with fabrics, even if the woman was too modest to admit her talent.

"Have you seen the dress Arthur bought for Heaven?" Irene asked, changing the subject to something other than herself.

"She looked stunning until Arthur vomited down the front," Charlotte replied, joining the conversation and the party for the first time that evening.

"Charlotte! I'm so sorry Tommy saddled you with Arthur tonight," Lucy apologized. She quickly filled a cup with punch and offered it to their employee turned close personal friend.

Charlotte dismissed the notion with a soft laugh. "It was no trouble. "Minding Arthur is like minding a sleepy kitten," she assured Lucy, clinking their glasses together in a show of solidarity.

"Not like Tommy then?" Lucy joked, everyone now thankfully able to laugh at the times Tommy had cursed and thrown things at the woman tasked with helping him walk again.

"God, Tommy was more like a savage lion!" Charlotte quipped, earning a hearty laugh from Lucy.

"Still is!" Lucy added jovially.

The women had hardly noticed Heaven appear, despite the stark contrast of her flowing white hair in a sea of brunettes. She had fashioned a new outfit out of the clothes she packed for the next day and somehow looked even more stunning than when she arrived.

"Heaven's back!" Ada exclaimed, waving her over to them.

Making her way through the crowd, Heaven appeared anxious and a bit out of place until they realized why. In her right hand, she awkwardly held the wrist of a little boy shivering of cold and clutching a stuffed toy to his chest.

Knowing that Heaven never knew what to do around children, Lucy took the lead. "Who have you got there?" she asked, looking down at the small child with a look of pity. His clothes looked far too thin for the weather and his teeth chattered loudly despite the gramophone playing a spirited jazz tune.

Heaven only shrugged, releasing the boy's hand as Lucy bent down to have a chat with him. "My name's Lucy. What's yours, love?" she asked in a warm, welcoming voice.

"Isaac, ma'am," the polite child replied, shifting his weight as he grew nervous with the attention of so many people.

"And who have you got there?" she asked, pointing to the toy he was squeezing beneath one arm.

"Mr. Giraffe," he sniffed before falling silent once more.

"Hello, Mr. Giraffe, what brings you all this way?" Lucy asked the toy animatedly.

Eyes flicking down to the well loved friend he always carried, Isaac confessed, "He's here to see Mr. Shelby. We need to ask a favor for my mum."

Lucy stared up at Ada and Heaven who only returned quizzical looks. None of them had ever seen the boy before and they certainly didn't know of his ailing mother, bed ridden back in town. However, the toy now looked familiar to Ada who gently asked to see it.

As Isaac held the one eyed friend to her patiently, she gasped at the recollection of Tommy donating it after Florence left home. The child was indeed telling the truth that he knew her brother. She nodded determinedly to Lucy, taking Isaac by the hand to see Tommy.

He was a brave lad, asking Tommy for help without tears and was swiftly rewarded with treats and the company of the other children. He settled in beside them as Emily taught them card games, whispering her best tips for counting cards. By the end of the evening Isaac was driven home with a belly full of cake and a doctor to see to his mum.

Waving goodbye from front steps, Tommy and Lucy stood arm in arm beneath a star filled sky. They sighed in unison, the long day wearing on them both.

"It's been quite a night, hasn't it?" Tommy recollected, too tired to think of the guests still lingering inside or the enormous mess to be cleaned after Cyril chased Evie's ducks through the lower level of the house bringing a couple of Christmas trees crashing down.

"And we've Michael and Mei's wedding breakfast to plan," Lucy pointed out.

Tommy hummed in recognition, no further words spoken between them. Lucy merely offered the comfort of her presence without the need to fill the silence. However, internally she was going over Frances' unofficial count of the mayhem: 12 guests too drunk to drive, 11 frantic maids to serve them, 10 pound missing from the safe, 9 bottles of whisky consumed, 8 stolen hubcaps, 7 smashed vases, 6 traumatized ducks, 5 suspiciously sticky piles of paperwork in Tommy's office, 4 men in need of stitches, 3 carpets needing cleaning, 2 overturned trees with broken ornaments and 1 ruined Santa suit.

She vowed not to think of it all now. Not when she'd yet to have a dance with Tommy. So she gently guided him inside to sway beneath a sprig of mistletoe. Resting her head on her lover's shoulder, she leaned into his strong frame with a contented sigh.

"What do you want for Christmas?" Tommy asked.

"Me? Oh, just you," she admitted with a giggle.

"Was tonight everything you wanted?" he inquired thoughtfully, cheek pressed to the top of her head.

She nodded slowly, grazing her cheek against his shirt front. "Everyone together and no fucking fighting?!" she exclaimed it like the miracle it was.

"We pulled it off," Tommy announced, leaning in for a celebratory kiss.

The tender moment was soon interrupted by Arthur's rough voice and the sound of mud caked boots sliding on hardwood. Still half drunk, Arthur staggered into the room. Pushing his hair from his forehead, he grumbled, "Fookin' kids!"

"Who, Arthur?" Lucy snapped.

"Isaiah and Vano are fightin' in the garden, Tom," Johnny Dogs finished the thought as he poked his head around the door frame. "Somethin' about Evie," he shrugged.

"Fuckin' hell," Tommy huffed, striding out to confront his daughter's suitors.

"Daddy, wait!" Evie cried out as she heard him stomping down the hall toward the back door. She grabbed hold of his coat tails, attempting to halt her father and his infamous temper.

"It was nice while it lasted," Lucy commented, holding up the hem of her gown to rush after them.

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"It's rubbish isn't it?" Cillain asked, peering over the script he'd been reading aloud for the past twenty minutes.

A snort of laughter erupted from across the sofa, Clara's hand clapping over her mouth to stifle her giggles. "I didn't want to say anything..." she began before Cillian cut her off with a hearty laugh of his own.

"You didn't have to," he noted, tossing the pages aside as he pulled his wife into his arms. Cocooning her in his warm embrace they sat for some time silently considering the confidential pages of the Peaky holiday special.

"Stephen's taking the piss surely," Clara said as she thumbed through the pages of new characters and scenarios never once mentioned in the show. "It reads like..." she attempted to find the least offensive term to describe the disjointed work.

"A screwball comedy," Cillian offered.

"I was going to say fever dream," she confessed, looking up at her husband's striking blue eyes to determine how serious he was about the project.

"I know what you're thinking," he smirked, taking her chin in his hands. "But we'll hire Brummie to polish it for us and it'll be grand."

Clara gave him a worried look, "Isn't she the one who likes to bring out Tommy's dark side? I'm not sure I want to live with you whilst you channel him!"

"What about the American?" he asked with a deep sigh.

"K? I do enjoy the sentimental moments she creates," she remarked wistfully. "But I don't know why you're disregarding the other projects you've been sent. The romantic comedy about the tattoo artist with purple hair or the drama with the Kurdish Italian academic?"

However, he hadn't quite been listening, another thought suddenly stealing his attention. “You know, if we did this holiday thing, Marianne would be perfect for Lucy,” he mused, thinking of the enormous success of his friend's recent play and her rave reviews.

"You're actually entertaining the idea?" Clara asked hesitantly.

"Well I don't have to decide tonight. Let's forget about it for now, yeah?" he suggested, eyes growing heavy. "I want to enjoy the peace and quiet while we have the house to ourselves."

"A silent night," Clara agreed with a nod, leaning in for a deep kiss that would surely distract them both.

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Brummie (as herself) @brummiereader

Charlotte (Tommy's nurse) @toms-cherry-trees

Chi (as herself) @little-diable

Clara Murphy (Cillian's wife) @cillmequick

Don (Tommy's employee and lover) @the-makingsofgreatness

Emily (Luca's wife) @darklydeliciousdesires

Ethel (May's gf) @shelbydelrey

Eva (Jack's wife) @evita-shelby

Evie (Tommy's adopted daughter) @novashelby

Heaven (Arthur's wife) @call-sign-shark

Isaac (boy from Small Heath) @garrison-girl-08

Jiyan-a.k.a "the Kurdish Italian academic" (Cillian's love interest in Shadow of the Sea) @lunarubra

K (as herself) @runnning-outof-time

Lucy (Tommy's partner) @mischievouslittlecreature

Marianne (Cillian's theater protege) @look-at-the-soul

Mei (Michael's wife) @vivianleighwishesshewasme

Mr. Giraffe (Florence Shelby's stuffed toy) @teenwolf-theoriginals

Quinn-a.k.a "the purple haired tattoo artist" (Tommy's love interest in Misadventures) @moral-terpitude

Rose (Alfie's wife) @justrainandcoffee

Stefano (Sicilian bastard) @peakyswritings

Sylvie & Sonya (Tommy's twin sisters) @pacifymebby

Vano (a gypsy boy travelling with the Golds) @wonderlanddreamer

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daydreaming-in-letters · 2 years ago

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In a week

Chapter 4

07/23/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Word Count: 2,346

Warnings: rpf, au, language, angst, talk of infidelity, idiots in love

Summary: The morning after her tiny breakdown, Clara gives Andrew quite the scare and he finally realises what she has come to mean to him.

A/N: The magic of watching Andrew in this. How could I not...

Picture by Autumn Studio via Unsplash (cropped and text added)

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Hozier - Sunlight

Andrew’s notebook I’m such a fecking eejit. Why can I not keep my bloody mouth shut just once? She must think I’m a humungous hypocrite, or, even worse, doesn’t have the slightest clue everything that’s left of me after the wreckage of the past days is entirely hers.

The sweet taste of her lips and tongue still fresh on my own has rendered my brain completely inoperative. Void of words, me, who usually sings of love in a million different ways so easily, has at last been muted, my whole being in awe of a kiss that turned this heretic into a pious devotee. And so I lie here, my faith restored, yet I’m unable to practise it, staring up into the starlit night in the preposterous hope of sunlight.

In the wake of the morning, when I still mused about the events of last night, my heart floating in restorative unconsciousness, I could never have foreseen the abrupt awakening that was about to stir its strings before the sun even dreamed about reaching its zenith. And so I went about my morning as usual, ending with a cup of tea and my guitar in the expansive shade of the parasol right next to the pool.

My head filled with ideas after last night’s conversation, I was intent on writing a new song, something about perilous love maybe. Images of Icarus flying too close to the sun came to mind, a metaphor too powerful in its imagery not to use. And just when I thought my train of thought might actually get me somewhere, my ears picked up the soft tapping of bare feet on the wooden deck. She was probably heading out for her morning walk. In a moment she would wish me a good morning before she would head to the far end of the property and take the narrow path through the dunes that led straight to the beach. I may have flinched a little, I don’t remember clearly anymore, my attention fully occupied by the warm fingertips that found my shoulder, gently gliding along my neck all the way to the other side. She didn’t need to say a single word to derail my concentration, her touch was all it took to abandon my muse like an unwanted kitten and focus solely on her presence.

But I had been wrong. She wouldn’t go for a walk today, that much was clear when she came into view, her lush curves only covered by that cobalt bikini and a flimsy robe which actually revealed more than it hid. She didn’t have a single word for me, much less did she spare me a look, her whole attention solely focussed on the water that glistened invitingly in the morning sun. I must have stopped maltreating those strings at some point, probably the second her robe hit the deck boards and my last bit of sense was gone with the wind.

I had seen her in nothing but her bikini every day since we came here, so why did it get to me the way it did? Was it the faint bronze her skin had taken on? Or the golden shimmer of her hair in the sunlight? Was it the way she carried herself today? Like a goddess inside her temple, about to descend into her bath to cleanse herself from the earthly sorrows her worshippers troubled her with and that still stuck to her skin like scum.

But she didn’t leave me much time to figure out what had caused that beckoning lure before she vanished underneath the surface, a few ripples and popping bubbles the only proof that she had actually been there in the first place. I couldn’t see her from where I was seated, a fact that wouldn’t have bothered me at all if the bubbles hadn’t stopped rising to the surface ages ago.

“Clara?” I shouted like the gobshite I am as I rose to my feet. I did not actually expect to get an answer, did I? And there probably wasn’t anything to worry about anyway, right? Every second now her head would break through the surface, her pretty mouth gasping for air and then sporting one of that amused smiles upon seeing my concerned face. Right? RIGHT?

My body acted quicker than my mind could catch up, dumping my guitar and rushing over to the edge of the pool. I could see her clearly, lying at the bottom, eyes closed, no motion, no bubbles, no signs of life whatsoever. And I just jumped.

The pool wasn’t very deep, the water reaching up to just around my chest, but the way down to the ground felt like an eternity. My pulse hammering in my ears, one arm wrapped around her waist, and my feet pushed down onto the tiles with all their might to catapult us both back to safety. Memories of every first aid course I had ever taken racing through my head, spinning into an incomprehensible jumble of instructions, panic was all I felt when I realised I couldn’t recall a single piece of information on CPR at all. She was going to die. I would lose her. I couldn’t lose her.

Wild coughing greeted me as soon as we had escaped the lethal claws of water, determined fingers digging into my shoulders while she shook and trembled in my arms. I couldn’t see a thing, my hair plastered all over my face, but on instinct I tightened my grip while I cleared my sight. Obviously, my frenzied brain still hadn’t managed to comprehend that she was very much not dead until I opened my eyes and was met with a look of unadulterated fury. She…she was…alive? What the…? How could she scare me like that? I thought she was… Bloody woman.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shouted right into her face and it was only when she seized her resistance that I grasped she had resisted my hold on her in the first place.

"Wh—? Me? That’s funny,” she spat, her voice just as agitated as my own. “I thought it was you who jumped in here and hauled me from the bottom of the pool like a maniac.”

“Because you were going to kill yourself!”

For a second there I regretted my tone, but it finally seemed to have done the trick. Clara fell silent, at least for a moment, and for the first time since she had vanished into this godforsaken water, I could hear my own thoughts again. She wasn’t lost for words for long though.

“What? And why on earth would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know? Because you almost cried yourself to sleep in my arms last night, thinking you would never find true love?”

She jerked upon that crude attack, her palms pressing against my chest on instinct, but I refused to let go of her after just getting her back.

“That was one moment of weakness!”

“So? That doesn’t make your despair any less serious.”

“I don’t say I wasn’t deeply distraught in that moment. But I would never— And certainly not because that arsehole managed to make me feel like a worthless piece of shit.”

Was that how she truly felt about herself, what his ill treatment had done to her? In that moment I hated Chad more than I could ever hate him for riding my…for riding Catherine.

“Clara, you’re not—“

“I know.” She averted her gaze, her voice falling to a mere whisper. “But the night sometimes gives way to the demons.”

I forced myself to smile, not because I thought her words were funny in any way. They weren’t, not at all. But because I hoped she would look up and it would be enough to convince her that she wasn’t at all what Chad had made her believe she was. But she didn’t.

“Anyways, if you didn’t want to kill yourself, then what the hell were you doing down there?”

I had hoped that might distract her, and it sure did. Just not exactly the way I had planned, that much was clear as the defensiveness returned to her eyes almost instantly.

“I…that’s none of your business,” she spat.

Only this time, I didn’t rise to her anger. After all, it hadn’t gotten us anywhere the first time round. Instead my fingers found her cheek, thumb brushing along that divine cheekbone of hers.

“You know, I think it kind of is, seeing that you almost gave me a heart attack with your wee stunt.”

I could see that she was about to tell me, but something made her hesitate and avert her eyes again. I let her, and after a moment a deep sigh announced that she was ready to share her thoughts with me.

“I need that sometimes. Being underwater, I mean. Drowning out the world around me and feel nothing but the rays of sunshine dancing across my face. Helps me to stay sane.”

I knew that feeling only too well. That’s what music usually did for me. Soothe my mind, like the warmth of her eyes did now. The warmth of her eyes and body that was still pressed to mine, moulding to my form smoothly now that she wasn’t fighting my hold on her anymore. There was such pure energy surging from her, flowing freely to me, possessing me until I yielded and let myself reel in the life she radiated.

“Fuck, honey, you really scared me there for a moment.“

It was only later that I realised part of me was actually a little dejected that I didn’t really rescue her. Not because I wished her any harm, oh god no. My heart still stops for a second whenever the image of her lifeless body on the ground of that pool returns to me. No, I just wish I would have had a chance to rescue her in order to repay her for the way she rescued me. It was true that I had never felt more alone than in the past few days, but she had been with me in my loneliness. And that had made all the difference. And even in my loneliest moments, I had never known peace of mind like I did here, at the beach house, with her.

It was in this fleeting moment of clarity I finally realised everything she had come to mean to me. I had been such an eejit, hiding myself away in the darkness of night, shunning the light, denying that her blinding brightness was everything I had ever wanted. I had been drawn to her from our first drunk encounter months ago, like a moth to a flame. And everything had led me right here, had led up to this one moment inevitably, the moment I carried the very flame that thawed my frozen soul right here in my arms. And I vowed to myself I would keep her close, no matter the burn I might suffer eventually, if she just kept on shining for me, just for me.

Needy fingers dug into her soft flesh, reassuring myself once more that she was truly here, that I hadn’t lost her, when suddenly her eyes flickered with regret.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

My voice was but a mere whisper as I already leaned in, my eyes falling shut the second my lips found hers. With the sweet taste of her mouth memories resurfaced, and my heart began to soar on the wings of life she breathed into me. She had always known how to do that, how to revive my spirits and make my soul hum in tune with the melody of her own. It was addictive and I needed more.

I could have stayed like this forever, but all too soon she pulled away and my heart fell into my feet as I realised the look of utter confusion in her eyes. I couldn’t blame her. How could she not be confused after all the mixed signals I had been sending her these past few days? My first instinct was to apologise and tell her I hadn’t meant to kiss her, but the truth is, I’d had every intention of kissing her and I wasn’t sorry in the least. After last night, I wouldn’t let my tongue get the better of me, not this time. I had learned my lesson and I would never lie to her again. So I kept my big mouth shut. And boy was I glad I did.

I could see it well up in her eyes again, the same passion that had set me alight on that cold March night, and then she pulled me close again. Her arms snaked around my neck, holding on to me for dear life, but that didn’t seem enough and so her legs followed, locking around my hips while her lips crashed down on mine again. A heated, impassioned moan broke from deep within. I was afire, burning brightly in her flames and it was all I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

“Andrew?” she gasped at my lips and it took me a while to process that she had put a question mark at the end of my name.

“Yeah?”

My eyes were still closed, refusing to leave the heavenly place her kiss had taken me to just yet. It was only when I felt the weight of her head against my shoulder, her shallow breaths drifting over my neck that I knew it was time to return to the real world.

“Would you mind just holding me for a while?”

The neediness in her voice brought a tender smile to my lips, just as much as the wariness it carried made my heart heavy. How could she ever think I’d deny her a wish like that? Without even a second of hesitation, my arms wrapped her up in a snug embrace, one hand tenderly cradling her head.

“Not at all, love. Not at all.”

Chapter 5

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

⇢ Word Count :

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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growling · 2 years ago

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HEY

song recs (if anyone was asking about my taste in music)

this place is prison - the postal service

a mind of her own - pedro the lion

sometimes - nick lutsko

dreams so real - metric

black eyes - radical face

fail! - rainbow kitten surprise

play dead - the birthday massacre

sweet tangerine - the hush sound

thistles and weeds - mumford and sons

broken crown - mumford and sons

hoax - taylor swift

the moon will sing - the crane wives

obsession - innerpartysystem

ishiki - sheena ringo

vivi - hachi

where i end and you begin - radiohead

golden antlers - glass animals

cane shuga - glass animals

oshakashama - radwimps

snowcone - rei ami

staring at the sun - tv on the radio

crime and punishment - the blue hair waifu that talks

a phantom pain - ludwig forssell

desire - everything everything

president heartbeat - everything everything

regret - everything everything

we will commit wolf murder - of montreal

beekeeper - keaton henson

sweetheart what have you done to us - keaton henson

spiral of ants - lemon demon

the only house thats not on fire yet - lemon demon

lights - omar rodriguez-lopez

dear daphne - clara c

pushing - bandit

in the room where you sleep - dead mans bones

#mine

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twh-news · 3 years ago

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'Asked & Answered with the Women of Marvel': Kate Herron | Marvel

Get to know the 'Loki' director and stream Season 1 of the Marvel Studios original series now!

Director Kate Herron doesn’t wait for permission to make stuff. Whether it’s creating her own short films (I can’t say enough about Rest Stop and Smear) or walking into her Marvel Studios' Loki pitch meeting with a fully realized vision for Loki that got her the job directing all six episodes of the Disney+ original series, Herron goes for it. And the stuff she makes is clever, moving, authentic and fun.

She knows her board games. She might unexpectedly burst into song. She’s a Woman of Marvel. And we had some questions for her.

What is the first thing you do when you wake up?

I usually hit the snooze button. I'm so bad at getting up in the morning.

Superpower of choice?

I'm very good at organization. I had the equivalent of a really intense Dropbox-like system for Loki. I was really proud of it. It was color-coded. I remember trying to show the behind-the-scenes people, and they were like, 'We don't want to film your laptop.' I'm really proud of it.

Better to ask permission or forgiveness?

Forgiveness, honestly. With filmmaking, I for so long was like, oh, I need permission to go out and be a director and be a filmmaker. And I read Robert Rodriguez's Rebel Without a Crew. He just went out and did it, man. In his book, he even says just put your name on a business card and say you're a filmmaker. Congratulations, you're a filmmaker.

I've always subscribed to that; I'll just go out and fail, and fail again. And eventually, there will be a win somewhere among this. I think that's something that, generally, has always done me well. So that would be my advice to people—just go out and do something.

What’s on your “Transcends All Timelines” mix tape?

Clara Rockmore because I got her in the show, and she was in my pitch for Loki. I loved it. Clara Rockmore's "The Swan" on theremin.

Favorite board game?

OK, this is hard. I love Everdell. But I would also say Betrayal at House on the Hill is one I always seem to go back to. I really love that game. Exploding Kittens is something I'm very good at. Let's say those: Everdell and Exploding Kittens, because they're nice, short ones; and Betrayal because that was my first gateway board game. And I love horror, so I've always had a lot of fun playing that.

In an alternate timeline, what would your alternate job be?

Oh, I think I'd be a lighthouse keeper. I was living on my own for a lot through COVID, and I think I was quite good at it.

What are you rocking this Halloween: Loki’s Antler crown or ‘Variant’ jacket?

Antlers because I think President Loki. That's, like, the ultimate Halloween outfit, surely.

Who’s your favorite Loki?

Oh, it's so tricky. I can't decide. They're all my children. Do you know what? I'm going to say our boy, Loki, Tom Hiddleston's Loki, because he got me the job. He was my gateway Loki. I love the other Lokis. I think they're excellent, but, you know, he was what got me into Loki. So let's say Tom's Loki.

Another point in time you wouldn’t mind checking out?

Oh, OK. So I always say the year that Jaws came out because I would love to have seen it. It's my all-time favorite film, and I'd love to see it in the cinema with an audience when it came out.

Truth or dare?

Because I'm an introvert, I always go with truth. I'm an over-sharer; I'd rather tell someone a terrible story about myself because I'm always nervous with the dare. I'm like, "What are they going to make me do?" It's the introvert in me. I'm always like, "I'll tell you a story. I'll do that, please."

What do you always make time for?

My dog, my little Potato. I always make time for him.

Who makes you laugh?

Oh, Amy Poehler. I just love her. I think she's like a dream woman.

Best time to burst into song?

All the time. I'm a theater kid, so we just do it. Do you know what I mean? It just happens.

Mantra or quote that keeps you going?

It's cheesy, but there's a bit in Buffy where Angel's like...it's the bit with the sword. And I'm going to continue to misquote it now. But he essentially said something along the lines of, "When you've got no one left, then what's left?" And Buffy’s like, "me." I always kind of hold onto that. When the world is very bad and everything seems very painful, you still got you, and you can be strong. That's what I always go for.

Best thing about being a Woman of Marvel?

Honestly, just getting to be part of the family. Victoria Alonso is a badass. And there are so many cool women; also directors, like Cate Shortland, Nia DaCosta. I'm just so flattered to be part of the conversation. I grew up loving Marvel. I grew up loving X-Men. And I love watching what the MCU has done. I just feel happy to be part of it, honestly.

#Loki #Loki series #kate herron #interview #Article #Marvel #Long post

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nadjadoll · 4 years ago

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tagged by @noonvvraith and @denerims thank you!~ 🥰

tagging only if they want to: @foofygoldfish @honesthearts @teamhawkeye @jmcolt @allhallowsevie @gothamstreetcat @zephyrcrowthorne @spoilersteph @saltybatman @fillianore @jennystahl @v-i-d-e-n-o-i-r

Named after someone? Nope! My dad’s always said he made my name up because he wanted me to have a name totally unique Last time you cried? You know for once I can’t actually remember! Do you have any kids? Two babies that are actually cats, sweet sassy boy Gimli and angel baby Clara Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try not to but it never works What’s the first thing you notice about people? Eyes and smiles Eye color? On the green side of hazel Scary movie or happy ending? Depends on the mood I’m in, bonus points if the scary movie has a happy ending or revenge plot Any special talent? not even one unless you count procrastination What country were you born in? the us 😓 What are your hobbies? like amber i also create oc’s to cope, it’s all i know how to do also sometimes i knit, write the worst fan fiction and play the same 3 video games over and over Do you have any pets? two kitties that are the lights of my life and if we’re being honest, the only reason i’m still here What sports do you play/have played? i would never play a sport ever in my life i’d rather die. i have however in the past played a mandatory sport or two in school and it sucked 10/10 do not recommend How tall are you? 5′2 and loving it Favorite subject in school? art class or fabric art (aka sewing class). i liked art class literally only because my best friend and i had it together and it was the easiest class to sneak out of asjkhfs. fabric art was fun for a while and the teacher was our favorite but my best friend and i took it like 3 times because it was easy so we started sneaking out of that one too haha Dream job? not gonna lie i hardly ever dream about working but i do think it would be fun to work with baby pandas or foster kittens or something else with cute baby animals

#wow this is the first time i did something i was tagged in the day i was tagged in it!#also havent tagged anyone to do anything in a while so feel free to ignore it

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 5 years ago

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Seo Changbin// Sugar and nuts (and a little bit of spice)

Stray Kids Christmas Series

Scenario: (Inspired by ‘the Nutcracker’) Everybody knows the story about Eric and Clara, yet no one seemed to be talking about Changbin and Y/n who were the ones who put up the real fight against those who try to ruin Christmas for decades. What happens when Y/n gets sucked into the world where the palace walls are made of candy canes and the water is sugar sweet? Genre: Fluff/ angst Tropes: Strangers to lovers | The Nutcracker!AU Pairing: Nutcracker!Seo Changbin X Sugar Plum Fairy!Reader Word count: 11,3K (I tried to keep it short as well what is happening to me-) Warning: abandonment, death, themes of depression

You searched for you keys in your purse as you were about to close the café you worked at. You were lucky that it wasn’t the worst job in the world. Yes, some customers were a pain in your ass. Yes, impatient customers could walk off a cliff for your care.

Heavy sighs were let out by you as you made your way to your apartment. Yet again you were on the search for your keys in your purse that seemed to be bottomless. You made a mental note to yourself to tidy up your back in the future as you entered your place. You were greeted by your cat Milo who purred loudly when he saw you. He ran up to you and started to rub himself onto your leg, leaving many white hairs behind. Making you groan slightly. “No, these were my only good pair of jeans.” You whined as you scratched behind your kitten’s ears.

You dropped your bag down on dropped yourself on your couch.

Living along wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not having a family to go to when you felt lonely was a different story. Your family had left you in an orphan when you were young. Through the years you had finished school and become an adult and there was no one who wanted to adopt you. You had always wondered why your parents gave you away. You went on a long search and eventually found out through one of the caretakers at the orphanage that your parents were both terribly ill and that they needed all the money to take care of each other, they didn’t wanted to pain you with the burden of taking care of them at such a young age. The same caretaker who told you about this, took you to the cemetery where they were buried together. They hadn’t won the battle against the terrible illness and sadly passed away.

Your heart felt heavy since that day, but there was a certain weight lifted of your shoulders, since you understood that your parents didn’t had a better choice. The caretaker made sure that you knew that they wanted the best for you.

Yet you also wondered why nobody wanted to adopt you. Was it really you? You were always well-behaved and kind to others. Eventually you just gave up and let it be. You started to not care anymore and you focussed yourself on what mattered, which was yourself.

Now years later, you had your own apartment. It wasn’t too big but it was spacious enough for you and your cat to live in. You sooner enough realised that there wasn’t any more food left in the fridge. You groaned to yourself once more and got back on your sore feet. You petted your cat and told him you would be right back. Through the cold and the snow you made your way to the convenience store. You grabbed everything you needed like cat food and of course food for yourself. It was the day before Christmas after all. It wasn’t unusual for you anymore to spend Christmas alone. For a short period of your life you had some close friends who you would spend moments like these with, but they also let you eventually, leaving you all alone all over again.

You thanked the cashier and politely wished him a merry Christmas before entering the cold again. You decided to take a different route back home, since it was already dark and you weren’t feeling like getting kidnapped or dragged into a dark alley by someone. You made your way past some stores and you noticed an unfamiliar store with antiques. ‘Must be new.’ You thought to yourself as you looked through the display. You looked at the opening hours and noticed that they were still open, so you decided to make your way in, you hadn’t had anything better to do anyway that night.

You were greeted by a sweet old lady who instantly made your day, just a kind smile was enough. “What can I do for you dear?” She asked as your eyes scanned the store curiously. “Nothing yet ma’am, I would like to take a look around.” You said formally. “Of course child! Go ahead! I will be closing in an hour though, my husband is waiting for me at home with ‘bulgogi’.” She chirped, which made you smile to yourself.

After looking around for fifteen minutes, you noticed a small diamond necklace. The pendant necklace seemed to be a medallion and you jumped slightly when you heard the woman speak up behind you. “This is a very special necklace. It is rumoured to be found in an unknown castle hundreds of years ago in the west. It has been traded with throughout the years and it eventually made its way here to Seoul. And in my store.”

“I would like to buy it.” The words made the woman lighten up and she rushed to the pay desk.

You paid the nice lady and then quickly walked back to your apartment. You gave your cat a treat as soon as you set your bags down. You were curious about the necklace and put it one. “A nice Christmas gift from me to me.” You sang as you admired the jewel hanging around your neck. “Does it look good Milo?” You asked him and giggling when he meowed happily in respond. You saw the decoration box still sitting on the ground. You hadn’t had time to finish decorating your house, because works was claiming all your time. You opened it and carefully got out the nutcracker which you heritage from your parents. You vaguely remembered them gifting you this at your last Christmas together as a family. It was the last thing you got left from them and you cherished it dearly.

You placed it on the electric fireplace so you could look at it. The nutcracker wore a blue attire and had a wooden sword that matched the other wooden materials. It was really pretty and you always loved having it around the Christmas days, but the little wooden man seems a little different this time. It might have been the tiredness getting to your brain, but you could swear that you saw a glistering in the wooden eyes of the figurine.

After you were done finishing up the decoration, you went to take a hot shower that was well-deserved. You were in the shower when you suddenly heard something crash loudly and clatter onto the ground. You shrugged it off and began your night routine. When you entered the living room you noticed Milo staring at you with guilt visible in his eyes. “What did you do?” You asked him carefully and he meowed sadly at you. You looked into the living room and noticed that your nutcracker had been knocked off the fireplace. You rushed to the figurine and it pained your heart to see it broken on the ground. You gathered its arm and the rest of its body and laid it on the table so you could fix him.

You cot a fabric lint and some glue to patch him back up. You wrapped the lint around him as if he had a broken arm, which he did but you know what I mean, to support the ‘healing process. Better known as the time of the glue drying. You left the figurine laying on the coffee table in front of you, so you could keep an eye on it as you sat on the couch with you cat besides you, as you watched a movie. After a while you began to sunk down into the couch and ended up in a laying position with your cat using your chest as pillows. And before the two of you knew it, you fell asleep with the TV still softly playing in the background.

The clock strikes midnight soon after and the sky was clear and the stars were bright. One of the stars popped out of his places and floated his way down to the city with a glistening trail following behind him. The sparkle of light seemed to have a destination and your apartment seemed to be that place. It stopped in front of your window and bumped against it a couple of times, it seemed not to know how to enter your place. It noticed the Christmas lights still being on that were spun around the small Christmas tree you owned. The light formed itself from its star form and transformed into the lights inside. The plan seemed to work

It went back to its magical sparkling form and curiously floated from spot to spot. It looked at Milo questioning, tilting its light body slightly. It rubbed it body over Milo softly, petting him and making the white cat purr in content. The light then hopped from Milo to the nutcracker and touched it lightly, leaving the figurine sparkling. The light then started to notice the medallion around your neck and made its way to it. He did the same thing to your necklace that it did with the nutcracker before floating again. It started to spin around the room frantically, forming a circle light in the air. Until it shot up and shattered into sparks that filled the entire room with a glistering star rain.

You woke up from something clattering against the ground, like earlier that night. But it seemed like it wasn’t Milo since he was still sound asleep on you. You looked around in shock and just guessed that you dreamed it. Suddenly Milo jumped off your chest and started to hiss at the air. You tried to grab him but he seemed terrified almost. You looked at what he was looking at and you noticed a small creature running on the ground. You yelped and ran around the house to look for something to catch it with, since you didn’t wanted rat guts all over your apartment floor. When you found a little box and a paper to trap him in you tried chasing it. Suddenly the creature turned around and started to run towards you and as you panicked you slammed it away from you.

‘What the fuck is happening?’ You asked yourself as you breathed heavily. As you looked around you saw your lights flickering and things shimmering in the corner of your eye. It seemed like glitter had filled the air, but you weren’t sure what was going on. You focused your attention back down to the creature on the ground, it looked up to you with red eyes and stood on his feet out of nowhere. “What the fuck.” You gasped as you rubbed your eyes, not knowing if this was a dream or not.

When you opened your eyes you noticed the red-eyed creature holding something in his hand. You felt a little dizzy and the room started to look bigger and bigger. You looked at the ground and it came closer and closer, you heard Milo meow at you and you turned to him and he seemed to be getting bigger ang bigger as well. Or was it you shrinking? ‘No, it can’t be.’ You tried to convince yourself. The rat in front of you now seemed to be the same size of you and the more you looked at it, you noticed that it carried a sword around its middle.

“Not so though now, are you little girl.” The rat suddenly voiced, making you feel terrified. He whipped out his sword and pointed it against you. “Where is he?” “Who are you talking about.” “Don’t play dumb with me child. I know you’re hiding him somewhere.” “Sir- thing- I don’t know what you’re talking about-“ “I don’t have time for this.” The rat growled before he pulled his sword back and stepped forward to pierce the weapon through you. You thought this would be the end and so did the rat, but when you didn’t feel anything you opened your eyes and you noticed a pink transparent shield-like light in front of you. You looked at the sword that the rat held, he stared at you silently as he had an angry look rested on his face, it was completely bend and it didn’t seem like it had touched you in any way.

He almost seemed frozen in time and after a while you started to believe he was. You was about to move, when suddenly a booming voice scared you.

‘United at last. Those who wear the necklace of bravery shall carry it to the palace and return the necklace to the Sugar plum fairy, who shall lift the curse of evil and bring peace and an end to the never-ending winter era of the kingdom of Maney. The carrier must protect it whilst they return it to their rightful owner.’ The voice spoke loudly through the room, making Milo run away scared.

As soon as the voice faded away everything had its movements back and you quickly stepped out of the way from being pierced to death. The rat growled and grunted as he tried to attack you again, but you got into position and fought back. You threw a hit against its nose and he started to squeak as he grabbed the painful part of his body, trying to rub off the pain. When the pain apparently had faded a little he was about to reattack. He had you in his grip as he used his tail in his advance, he was about to make his move when suddenly, he seemed to be frozen again in time. This time you didn’t see the pink shield protecting you, instead you looked down and saw something pierced through the creature.

Sooner enough it fell down and someone behind him was revealed to you. “Nutcracker?” You asked in confusion. “Hi, Y/n.” He simply said in a deep voice. “Wait you know my name- that shouldn’t concern me right now I remember. What the fuck is going on? Why am I talking to you? Are you alive? What’s happening?” You frantically panted as you still tried to take in the whole situation. “We really don’t have much time, all I know is that you’re chosen and that we need to get going.” The wooden man stresses as he grabbed your hand and was about to take you somewhere as you ran across the floor of your now huge apartment.

“Wait- I don’t know you! I don’t know where you’re taking me and you still didn’t tell me what’s going on?” You yelled in pure frustration. In the mean time you cat had creeped up behind you and started to protect you from the nutcracker. Even though Milo hissed loudly at the nutcracker, the wooden man somehow calmed your cat down and started to purr at the man. You were a little shocked, especially when the nutcracker climbed on top of your cat. “What are you-“ You were cut off by growls and screams that were coming towards you. “Trust me.” A familiar glister was seen in the nutcracker’s eyes, you hesitated for a second, but you also didn’t wanted to die right there and then. So, you took his hand and he smoothly raised you on top of your cat’s back.

You saw the rats coming your way and you held onto Milo’s name tag to stay on him as he wiped out the rats below you. You suddenly heard more screaming and you saw your Christmas tree shaking as the angels and little men climbed down. There were no words to describe this madness as Milo run around, hissing at almost everything he saw. Suddenly he stopped at a wall and wiped out some more bad rats and he bend down, letting you and the nutcracker slide off him. “C’mon, through here!” The nutcracker yelled as he ran towards the mousehole in your wall. “Wait? I have holes? What about Milo-“ “He will be fine! The rats won’t stand a chance!” You took one more look at Milo who actually seemed fine, before you ran after the wooden man into the unknown.

A bright light blurred your vision as you ran after the nutcracker. You tried to protect your eyes from the lights before you bumped into the hard frame of the nutcracker who had stopped moving out of nowhere. You stumbled back and fell down and you felt something sharp stuck on your robe. It was a shard of one of your fallen Christmas baubles. You quickly grabbed it and defended yourself with is when the nutcracker had turned around. “Where have you taken me-“ “Y/n calm down-“ “Tell me-“ You were cut off by yourself as you looked at the view in awe that was in front of you.

There was a frozen lake with a white frame of snow around it. The weather wasn’t cold, even though it seemed like it. The sky was a dark blue shade and the white snow contrasted beautifully with it. The air smelled sweet and you shot a confused look towards the nutcracker because of it. “Welcome in the Kingdom of Maney, where the world is made of deliciousness.” The wooden man said. “Wow, it’s amazing here.” “I know and I will tell you more sooner, but right now we have to hide from those rodents if you want to live.” The nutcracker grabbed you by the hand and lead you to a big tree. He pulled a brand and you heard something unlock. A robe fell down and he helped you climb up. Sooner enough the two of you heard the rats rushing around and yelling that they were on the look for you.

When they were gone you let out a sigh, since you held in your breath when they inspected the tree. They couldn’t see you fortunately. There was a platform made and it was covered with leaves and branches to camouflage the hiding spot.

You sat down with a sigh and stared at the nutcracker, waiting for the answer. “So where are we.” “Like I told you, we’re in the kingdom of Maney.” “The kingdom of what?” “The kingdom of Maney. Maney is a Persian name that means ‘eternity’ or literally “One who stays forever. The kingdom was once named by our great king after he saved it from everything that was evil. He named these grounds ‘Maney’ because of the one he loved the most and he wanted to stay here forever.”

“So what happened to the kingdom?” You asked. “Years ago, maybe even a hundred, the king’s daughter became greedy and ignorant. She was bad for the kingdom’s being since she took everything from the poor. A rumour said that one day a suspicious looking man went to the princess to make a negotiation. His lands were in need of food and he offered her a mysterious and rare bottle that contained magic. The princess was about to agree with the offer but she saw the creatures face. She had insulted it in disgust and it took revenge on her by wiping her out, in that way also taking over the palace and following the kingdom as well. And so we ended up in this icy war.” The nutcracker explained. “This sounds an awful lot like the nutcracker story, with Clara and Eric.” You whispered to yourself. “Funny that you mention them actually, because the so-called Christmas story is real.”

“Wait, in the story wasn’t the curse lifted at the end of the story?” “That’s what the people made out of it, in reality Clara had betrayed Eric, who had just transformed back into his human form. Clara wasn’t as brave as everyone thought and she had made a confidential deal with the rat king, who eventually exposed her to the villagers. They were then never seen again. So, the curse never was lifted.” He said in a sad tone. “Wow, Eric must’ve been devastated.” “He was, he couldn’t believe that she would betray him, only because she wanted to go home. He thought that he had kept her well and safe.” “You seem to know a lot about him.” “Yes, I knew him before he disappeared. Well, I met him briefly one time, but I can’t remember it. Ever since I came to this universe, I can’t remember things well.” He admitted.

“This universe? You’re meaning to tell me that you’re actually not from here?” “Well, I’m not sure where I come from. I just know that I haven’t always been here.” “Have you always been like this? A Nutcracker?” “A Nutcracker? Oh, yeah. I also forgot to introduce myself. My name Is Changbin, the Nutcracker I guess.” He chuckled as he stood up.

“We need to get moving, there is a place where we will be safe. We’ll need the help of my friends to finish this task.” Changbin said, whilst opening a secret opening in the tree. There was a backpack hidden there and he slung it over his shoulder. He helped you onto your feet before pulling you close. “Hold on tight.” He whispered as he had wrapped his arm around you. You clung onto his jacket as you suddenly fell down. Changbin landed safely onto his feet as you, in the meantime had wrapped your legs around his waist, which was actually quite tiny compared to his broad shoulders.

Your heart fluttered a little the action and you tried to get it together as you and Changbin started to travel. “So, can you explain to me why I’m here?” “The medallion you’re wearing is one of the reasons. The medallion choses someone who seems worthy of ‘Peyvand’. The one who is united and brave they say will safe us all. She’s also called the sugar plum fairy, you might now the name form the stories about Clara and Eric.” Changbin explains as the two of you kept walking.

You looked down at your necklace, you knew that there was something about this necklace that was special.

“There were a lot of people who have tried to defeat the rat king, but none of them were worthy enough. We have been living in this icy world ever since.” Changbin added. “Why me?” You asked Changbin, feeling scared. “I never know why someone is chosen, you just are unfortunately dragged into this mess.” Changbin sighed. “What happened to the other’s who have failed?” You asked Changbin carefully. “Do you really want to know?” He asked in responds. “Yes.” “They faded into the distance and never returned to the light of day.” He muttered with a heavy chest.

He turned to you to look for a reaction, but there was non to find. “Y/n, I know-“ “I’m fine with that.” You blurted out shocking Changbin. Through the years of him leading people to the castle he had never met someone like you. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I don’t know if you know me, but I don’t have anything to live for. My job sucks, I have no family. If I die, I wouldn’t care honestly.” You said in all honest. Changbin looked at you with a worried expression on his face. Even though it was stiff because of the wood, you saw the horror in his eyes. “I promise to stay with you through every fight.”

Usually when people promise you to stay with you, you wouldn’t believe them, but a certain tone that laid on Changbin’s voice as he said it fluttered your heart rapidly. It made you a little emotional, but you sucked it up and went on with the unknown journey with Changbin by your side.

As you kept walking, what felt like hours after a while, you started to feel a little overwhelmed. You didn’t know how to find that fairy Changbin had told you about and what you would have to do when you confronted the rat king. Your mind was clouded and your heart was racing. Changbin didn’t seem like the talkative type so you kept your thoughts to yourself. He noticed you breath quicken and assumed that you were cold, since you were walking around in a nightgown and a robe. He took off the fluffy jacket that he was wearing and that you were too familiar with. Changbin was your nutcracker after all.

“Thanks.” You whispered. “No problem. I think we should make a camp for the night, we’ll have to travel some more in the morning, but I bet that you’re tired it has been a long night after all.” He states in his deep voice as he started to walk towards a cave in the distance.

When you arrived Changbin took out a blanket and a pillow for you to sit on and to keep you warm. It was getting night after all. You noticed the longer you stayed in the kingdom or Maney, the colder you got. “Your body is getting used to our universe, I’ll go get some wood to make a fire. Stay here, I’ll be back.” “I can come and help you.” You said whilst standing up. “No, you don’t- “Yes, I do, you’re hurt remember?” Changbin looked at you confused and then remembered his arm. “It’s fine.” He tried to say. “No it’s not, you and I both know that regular paper glue won’t do the job to a ‘figurine’ like you.” “What do you mean a ‘figurine like me’?” Changbin asks with a soft chuckle. “You really think that I have more nutcrackers who are alive- wait no don’t answer that.” You laughed before you and Changbin went on the search for wood. You sooner enough found some dead branches, that turned out to be liquorice.

“Is everything in this world made of candy?” “Almost everything, the people who here live aren’t obviously, but most of the land is. It used to be even more beautiful, but as you can guess the rats have ruined everything.”

Right now you were sitting with Changbin in a cave, a small fire keeping you warm whilst you sat under a blanket with a piece of bread in your hands. “Don’t you want some bread? Aren’t you cold?” You asked him as you handed him the bread. “I’m made of wood, I can’t feel warmth or cold, but thank you.” He said.

Later you started to yawn and you began to lay down on the cold floor. You hugged the blanket tightly and curled yourself into a ball near the fire. Changbin saw and he felt like doing something about it. Usually, when he had to lead the carrier of the medallion, he let him or her be. He wanted to get his job done and be disappointed over and over again, yet you seemed different. The fact that you didn’t mind dying set him to think. He was unconscious when not in this state of being. He was now free to walk around and to think. He had no idea how long he had been like this, a nutcracker, but he was sure that he hadn’t always been a wooden figurine.

Changbin saw you asleep, shivering from the cold floor underneath you. Changbin got on his feet and he carefully snaked his arms under you. You woke up from the sudden movements, but you were too tired to protest. With you in his arms, still the blanket around you, he laid down on his back and laid you on his chest. He was cold as well, but much warmer than the frozen ground. He laid the pillow back under your head before you made yourself comfortable. “I might not be very soft, but I’m a lot warmer than that freezing floor.” Changbin whispered. You hummed in content before you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you had woken up early. Leaving Changbin alone in the cave. When you, carefully, went outside you noticed a frozen lake and you were curious so you went to take a look. When Changbin woke up and he didn’t felt you asleep on his chest he shot up and frantically looked for you in the cave, only to hear you squealing outside. He hurried his way outside covering his eyes from the low sun as he looked at you slide around on the icy lake.

“Y/n! Please be careful!” Changbin stressed as he saw you slip over the ice. You were too busy laughing and moving over the ice to hear him. When you saw him you smiled brightly and told him to come and join you. He hesitated at first but your smile did something to him that made him feel like melting and joined you. He carefully stepped onto the ice and slid his way to you. He started laughing as he tried to chase you. The two of you had a great time and eventually took one another’s hands to twirl over the ice. What you both didn’t notice, was a little spy eyeing the both of you.

The white mouse had hidden itself behind a bush, blending beneficially with the snow. It spun its bow and arrow and aimed it to the ice where the two of you were sliding on. Sooner enough the arrow shot through the air and it landed into the ice, cracking it forcefully in process. You and Changbin stopped your movements in shock when you hear something crack and before you knew it the ice broke under Changbin’s feet and he sunk down immediately. You panicked and frantically made your way to him, carefully though so that you wouldn’t fall into the ice-cold water. You saw Changbin frantically waving as he tried to keep himself above water, you grabbed his good hand and tried to keep him above water.

“Save yourself and travel to the east, you will meet my friends and they will help you find the fairy.” Changbin coughed as he tried to swim up. You were struggling to keep him above water and you started to cry in pain. You were cold and battling to keep Changbin as much out of the water as you could. “I’m not leaving you behind!” You yelled as you tried to pull him out, making you squeal in fear as you almost slipped into the water with him. Right now you were on your tummy, still holding onto him as if you were rose and he was jack from the titanic.

“You are the chosen one, you need to keep the medallion save and bring it to the fairy!” He cries in stress as he wanted you to stop crying and just let him be. “I’m not leaving you!” “I’ll be fine Y/n, let go.” “I’m not letting another person leave me like that.” You cried.

Changbin’s strength was quickly weakened by the freezing temperature of the water he was frantically swimming in, sooner enough he lost all of his strength and he let himself sink. You tried to keep him above water, trying to keep hooked on your arm that was under his armpit. He held him tightly, but you too were feeling tired. All of the sudden, your mind had seemed to go blank and you let yourself slide into the water, following Changbin. When you were entirely in the water your medallion started to light up without the two of you knowing.

The murderous mouse watched in shock how the lake lightened up in a bright pink light, a big crash was heard and the ice seemed to crack, even brighter light beams seemed to break through and it blinded the mouse, making him look away from the scene. When it looked back, he saw that the entire ice was ruined and that the light had disappeared as well. He had no idea where you two had gone too, but he wanted to assume that you two were wiped out like he was assigned to do.

In the meantime as the mouse tried to escape from the crime scene, you and Changbin were somehow on the edge of the lake, both laying completely drenched in the snow. Changbin was the one who woke up first, he breathed deeply, but unsteady as he tried to recap what just had happened. He looked around and remembered being under water one second, he didn’t know how he got on land, but the only thing that mattered to him right now was that you were in danger.

You laid next to him, the necklace you wore around your neck was suspiciously glistering, but he shoved that idea to the back of his head as the most important thing to him right now was that you might had water in your lungs. Changbin wasn’t sure what to do. He had never been in a situation like this before, he tried to perform CPR on you, but it didn’t seem to work. He started to bring you in his lap and he was about to weep, he was stressed and he couldn’t lose you. You woke up in his embrace whilst coughing up some water that didn’t belong in your body. When you caught your breath you simply looked up to him and took his hand. “Thank you.” You whispered. “I should be the one thanking you, you saved my life.” Changbin muttered back. “I meant for staying.” “Always.”

You and Changbin dried yourselves up with the blanket you still had laying at the campfire before the two of you got going again.

On the way, there were more traps and people who bothered the two of you on your way. You saw that Changbin was getting annoyed and you tried to calm him down. “This has never happened before, they never attacked us, why would they now?” He asked himself. You couldn’t give him an answer but you knew that it was going to be a hectic day.

You were growing tired and Changbin had noticed. He knew that you both still had about a five-kilometre journey. When he stopped out of nowhere to put down stuff you thought that he wanted to camp for the night, instead he handed you the gear and told you to wear it. You wanted to whine, but you felt bad for him because they must’ve been heavy. When you put the back on and was about to keep on walking, you were stopped by Changbin who stopped right in front of you. “What are you doing?” You asked him whilst chuckling. “Let me carry you, I know you’re tired.” He says. “No-“ “I don’t take no for an answer, you saved my life, I’m going to take care of you now.” “You’ve done that the whole trip, what do you- Changbin!” You squealed at the end when he easily swept you off your feet and onto his back. You were about to protest but he had a tight grip onto your legs as he kept walking. You would sigh and rest your head on his shoulder as he walked for the both of you now.

You had no idea what kind of an effect on him, but it made him wonder how you managed to do it. The years he had spend as a wooden figure, he had never felt this many emotions or this strong. He could physically feel his chest tightening at you contact.

About an hour had passed and you woke up on something soft and comfortable. You thought that you were on your couch in your apartment and that this whole situation was a weird dream, but when you stretched your body you felt something unfamiliar above you. Your head shot up, making you feel dizzy in process. You looked around and saw that you had found yourself in an unfamiliar room. The room was filled with weapon and other fighting equipment. You were very confused and you just wanted Changbin by your side.

You called out his name as you put on your shoes and your robe. You found yourself in a random house and you didn’t know where to go. You decided to make your way down stairs and you could hear people talking. You looked some things that you could easily grab if you needed to defend yourself before you listened to them speaking. “Are you sure?” A male voice asked. “I don’t know, she’s different from the other’s that I have led through this. Besides, the rats were actually attacking this time, the other times they seemed more held back?” You heard Changbin say. “Maybe they were tired of their little game and wanted to spice things up?” A different, yet another male voice said. “If the rats were trying to mess with us, they would’ve plundered us like they usually do. They’re up to something this time.”

You hadn’t noticed but you had accidently revealed yourself to the group of boys as you tried to take a sneak peek at them. When they noticed you staring you yelped quickly and went to grab the sword that was hung on the wall. “Y/n-“ “Stay back! I’m not afraid to use it!” You yelled to a freckled guy. “Y/n it’s okay, these are the friends that I’ve told you about.” Changbin said as he quickly made its way to you. You looked at the other guys in suspicion, they seemed ‘normal’ compared to Changbin, they had a weird vibe to them, but it might just feel like that because you woke up in a stranger’s bed. “So, you’re the famous Y/n Changbin has been talking about.” Another guy says.

You were just so confused and still quite tired at that moment you just looked lost at Changbin. “Go freshen up. You slept in my room by the way, I wouldn’t put you in a stranger’s bed.” “Did you carry me all the way here?” You asked him whilst yawning. “Yeah, you were sleeping the whole way through.” He laughed. “Hold up, you’re telling me that you carried the little princess all the way here?” A guy who looked older than Changbin questioned shocked. “Yes?” You were about to leave and let them and discuss their ‘problem out on their own’, but comment the stranger made you feel addressed by his words.

“She must have told you to carry you, didn’t she? I have a bad feeling about her, she’s been putting you in danger and you can’t see it. We’ve been through this.” “Chan, it’s really not like that-“ Changbin said to the guy who apparently was named ‘Chan’. “Then tell me what-“ “We were getting attacked, by who knows what. We were playing around on the ice and well, we sunk through it. She saved my life. The least I could do after such an exhausting act is carry her here.” Changbin voiced sternly as he stood face to face with Chan.

Chan was left speechless and you walked up the stairs with a smirk on your face.

Later that day you were introduced to the guys and visa versa. They had told you how they had protected this village even before the rats were ruling the kingdom. You knew their names by now and you helped them out with preparing food for later that night. Each of them told you their story about how they became a stray. They are used to wander around places and not settle down to them. They told you as well how they met each other, a couple of guys who ran into each other by coincidence, or was it?

They also told you the story about Clara, how she faked being the princess and the sugar plum fairy. It had caused the kingdom to fallen back into its spell. The kingdom needed a fairy who had a pure heart and genuine feelings to help, care and love those around him or her. “Well, I guess that isn’t me then.” You joked as you took another bite of your food. Everybody, but Changbin laughed at your joke. He on the other hand looked at you in all seriousness. “Don’t say that, you’re great! You saved my life remember? You’re doing this even though you know this could possibly take your life!” Changbin’s words set the other guys to think, whilst it left you speechless. Your heart fluttered at the compliment and you only could hit his chest playfully as you felt a little awkward.

Suddenly a big crash outside was heard and you saw the guys quickly assemble their weapons and got into position to fight whatever was outside. In the meantime, Changbin had led you to his bedroom and told you to stay there and hide until someone was to come and get you. At first you wanted to do as he said, but when you heard the guys growl and grunt as they fought the rats you decided that it was enough. You picked up the first sword you found and stormed downstairs. You stood eye to eye with yet another rat like you did the day before yesterday. This time, the black rat had bright yellow eyes and it growled at you as he saw you holding a defence mechanism.

You swung your sword against the rat’s skin, carving deeply into the creature as you moved it swiftly. The rat was quickly taken out as you moved your way outside. The place where the house of the Stray Kids stayed, seemed to be in a greener area than the snowy ones that you had been traveling though the past few hours.

The rodents were frantically attacking, obviously not having a thought-out strategy that they had prepared. You could hear the guys grunt and you went towards them, as you made your way to the you struggled against some rats and you could hear Changbin call out your name in the distance. You head-bumped one of the rats and punched the other in his nose, making them both yelp out in pain. You took your sword and swung the heavy metal once again.

When they had fallen down in defeat you looked at Changbin who stared at you in shock. “Wow.” Was all Changbin could say before his focus went from you to yet another rodent who tried to make his way to you. Both yours and Changbin’s reflexes were quick and you both pierced the beast at the same time, making it drop to its knees as it breathed his last breaths.

Sooner enough the army of rats were wiped out and you were all panting from exhaustion. “I didn’t know you could fight like that.” Changbin chuckled whilst catching his breath. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me Binnie.” You laughed. “But you look so sweet, I could never fight someone like you.” “I might look sweet, but I can be spicy.” You teased. “Still, I should call you something like Sugar to keep the sweetness on you, I can’t believe this.” Changbin said dramatically. “I should call you nuts then, because you’re being ridiculous.” You laughed before pushing him playfully.

You didn’t notice the other guys coming towards you, but they noticed Changbin acting different as he was around you. As if the wooden outside finally didn’t define him. “What the fuck happened?” Chan stressed. “They never come here, we live on the ownerless part of the kingdom.” “It’s her, this all never happened before she came her.” Minho sneered. “Guys this isn’t her fault, the rats are up to something, we just don’t know what, but we do need to find out what it is.” Changbin defended you. The guys were still confused, but they obviously wanted you gone.

“Changbin I think that we should get going.” You whispered to him, touching his arm carefully. You felt his tensed body relax at your touch and he agreed. “Remember guys, she’s the chosen one.” Changbin’s words seemed to have an effect on them and you could hear Chan groan before they agreed on coming along on your quest to find that darned fairy.

After hours of traveling, you came closer and closer to the castle. You were all hidden behind a bunch of bushes where you tried to recap your plan. “Y/n, how were you going to defeat the rat king?” Jeongin asks curiously. “I don’t know, doesn’t the fairy has to do that to lift the curse? Where do we find him or her anyways?” You asked in return. “Wait aren’t you-“ Jeongin was cut off by Chan’s hushing and went immediately quiet.

A couple of rats passed by and fortunately they didn’t notice you. They were headed to the palace that was placed on the edge of a cliff. You could overhear the rats talking about the princess being locked away, as soon as you picked the information up you quickly made a plan to safe her and break her out so she could lift the curse and end this madness.

You didn’t know where to go, but the high tower seemed suspicious to you. It would be the perfect place to lock someone away. The windows had bars in front of them, so no one was able to climb out. Felix claimed to see a female silhouette though one of the windows and it gave you enough information to make your way to it and safe whoever was locked up there.

The way inside was quite easy, Changbin joked about throwing a piece of cheese and crackers their way to distract them. You all gave each other a wondering look and before you knew it, were the rats chasing the cheese. You wanted to laugh at their stupidity, but you kept it in and sneaked past the gates with the others.

No one seemed to be inside. And the way to the tower seemed way too easy. You felt suspicious about this, especially when you reached the tower room. You opened the room carefully, and saw the female sitting near the window, her back facing you. “Miss.” You whispered, your sword in your hand ready to be used. When she didn’t react, you removed your hand from your sword and mindlessly walked towards her.

“Y/n, no!” You could hear Chan yell, but when he did you had already touched the female’s shoulder, who suddenly fell apart. A harsh gust of wind hit you all and a bright red light appeared into the room. You heard the guys groan in discomfort. When you had turned around you saw them frozen up with a red glow around them.

“Well, well. I never thought I would get to see the sugar plum fairy with my own eyes.” A sudden shrill voice boomed through the room. In the shadows of the room you saw two red eyes appear, when it walked closer to you an old white rat stood in front of you. It wore a royal cape and a crown on his head. You assumed that this was the rat king, especially on how evil looking he was. “Wait, what do you mean? Y/n isn’t the Sugar Plum Fairy.” Changbin trailed off. “She is little nutcracker, haven’t you seen the amazing power she hold with that necklace on her?” The rat king stated with a smirk.

“Wait, you’re really telling me that you didn’t knew, Changbin?” Chan said dumbfounded. “Well, no! I’m sorry I was too busy traveling and protecting her.” “You got it wrong there Mr Wood. Y/n saved you.” The rat king added with still the same stupid smirk on his face. “No-“ “When in her apartment, she froze my best guard in time, so you could kill him. At the lake, where you were sinking to the bottom of the lake, she sunk into the water with you and used her powers to safe you.” Changbin and you looked at the rat dumbfounded, his words seemed surreal, but he was right.

Changbin remembered the two bright pink lights that only appeared when you were around. He then realised how stupid and ignorant he had been. If he would’ve been more careful you wouldn’t have been in this situation. “Y/n, I’m-“ “It’s a little too late for apologies, isn’t it Changbin? Or should I say prince Changbin, brother of prince Eric?” The rat smirked. Everyone gasped and all of Changbin’s memories seemed to flow back. His brother who had failed his quest and was cursed because of it, dragging his family along with him, causing Changbin to become who he was right now. “N-no it can’t be.” “But it is little nutcracker.” The rat king laughed, he snapped his fairy fingers and it made Changbin flinch in pain. “Don’t hurt him!” You yelled, running towards the rat to defend Changbin, but sooner enough you were hold back by a tight pressure on your throat. The rat didn’t touch you, but he had snapped yet another time, causing magic to perform out his will to stop you. “Don’t interfere little fairy, or you won’t ever see the day of light again.” The rat growled lowly. “I wouldn’t care sewer rat.” You spat back with the little air you had left.

The rat shot his focus towards you and now had his actual hands on you. “You think you’re so tough little fairy, that you’re the bravest of all. Yet you are trembling on the inside, you’re terrified of me. You aren’t worth the medallion, you will fail just like the others before you. You will lose everything you have.” “I can’t lose what I don’t have bastard.” You sneered before your medallion started to shine brightly again and you could hear the magic chain around your neck break and sooner enough you had your hands on the king’s.

Guards who were hiding in the shadow came to light and held you back from the king, them using their swords against you, cutting you in your back as they did. You could hear Changbin yell in pain to you as you were cut in the back, causing you to fall down as well. Held up in front of the rat you held your head up high as you grinned, blood on the corner of you mouth as you did. “Aren’t you a tough little one, let’s see how tough you are without that little necklace of yours.” The rat grinned before he was about to snatch the necklace off your neck.

“Not on my watch.” Changbin growls, he sound of his sword being raised out of it’s case ripped through the air as he swung it towards the rats’ heads. Many of them fell down, the floor sooner enough turning red as well by them. The other rats threw you down harshly before attacking Changbin. The other guys who were free as well ran to help Changbin and the others came to you to help you.

The rat king had enough of the games and he ripped of his cape. He spoke out words that sounded like gibberish, sooner enough the windows broke and the bars around them had fallen down. As soon as they did, the rat tried to push you out and let you fall to your death. Changbin saw and he quickly slammed the rat against the wall. As Changbin had done that, the rat had shot the shards of glass towards you. You held up your arm in reflex and then screamed in pain as most of them carved into your skin. Changbin’s heart ached badly as he heard you scream.

He could also hear Chan call out for him, he looked to his side as he kept fighting the rat to keep him in his place, he quickly caught the dagger and pierced the metal through the skin of the beast. There were tears of worrisome in Changbin’s eyes as he looked the rat deeply into his eyes. The beast only laughed maniacally as it made a simply hand movement that caused the room to be filled with air. The rat disappeared suddenly in the wind and he heard you scream loudly. He looked around and locked eyes with you as he saw you fall down from the tower.

Changbin screamed as well and frantically tried to make his way to you and to grab you. He didn’t hesitate to jump after you. The time seemed to be freezing as the two of you fell down the tower together. He felt your tears against his frame as you fell down under him. He had his hand reached out to you, in the hope he could grab you and save you. You hands were reached out to him scared of losing him because of you. Just before you two touched the ground, Changbin could just barely touch your fingertips.

After that a bright light came from the two of you as you hit the ground, the light spread quickly like a result of an explosion, causing the boys to cover their eyes to not be blinded by the flare. When they guys had hurried their way to you, they saw you laying on your back next to each other. You seemed fine, but the both of you seemed to be glowing with a pink gleam. The two of you opened your eyes and groaned in pain.

“Is it over?” You asked. “I think it is.” Changbin says whilst standing up quickly so he could inspect your back. “It looks pretty bad, it needs medication by instants.” Changbin mutters worried. “Why did you jump?” You asked him in a weak voice, he stopped his movement and turned you around so you were now laying on his lap and facing him.

“I couldn’t let you go just like that. I promised to stay with you through every fight, I wasn’t going to let this one change that.” Changbin says whilst crying. “You’re crazy.” You chuckled weakly. “Please don’t leave me.” Changbin whispered in pain as he saw you in pain. You touched the medallion you were still wearing around your neck after he said that. “This necklace is supposed to take me home, but I feel like my heart already is. I want to stay by your side Bin, I have nothing in my universe. You had been nothing but kind to me, unlike the people from my world. You’re an angel to me and I would be crazy to leave you Changbin. My prince Changbin.” You said as you took his hands in yours, kissing his fingers softly after you spoke.

Yet another bright light came from your necklace, this time a little creature made of light was formed out of the flare. It hopped around and soon rushed in circles around Changbin, making a curtain of bright light around him and lifting him up, causing you to sit up straight. The light became brighter and brighter, another gush of wind was created and blown you away. You held yourself as you tried to adjust your eyes to the brightness. The light then shot up into the sky, making your eyes follow it in curiosity. When you looked back to Changbin, his hard-wooden frame was replaced with a toned, but softer frame. His face seemed softer and his eyes were livelier. He had returned back into his human form, making the other’s gasp.

You tried to stand on your feet but quickly failed, causing Changbin to catch you in his strong arms. “You’re human.” “I told you I hadn’t always been a nutcracker.” He chuckled. He jumped at you hugging him and he quickly, but carefully, hugged you back since he hadn’t felt one in years. “I can finally feel your warmth against mine.” He mumbled in the crook of you neck as he nuzzled himself into it, making you giggle.

“Guys, I love this sweet moment, but I don’t think this is over.” Minho yelled, swords were soon enough heard again and Changbin let you go to help the others. The rat king had returned. He looked scarier than ever. He stood alone in front of you all with nothing but a psychotic smile one his face, his eyes burning bright red as he made lightning fast moves with his hands and attacked you and the others with his magic.

Since you had found out through the rat king that you were the sugar plum fairy, you realised that you were the one who was supposed to stop him. You grabbed a sword from a fallen rat guard and sneakily made your way to the rat king. You ran to him and stabbed the sword all the way through the beast with force as you yelled loudly. After twisting the sword you thought that it finally was over when everything stopped for a moment. Instead, the beast turned around very slowly to your shock and you eyes it speechlessly. It moved at the speed of light and his claws had found your neck. You were in need for air as he ripped the medallion off your neck, causing you to gasp and Changbin to yell out your name terrified.

The rat opened the medallion and sooner enough threw it to the ground and smashed it. “I don’t like happy endings.” It whispered before letting you go. You looked at your hands and you saw yourself fade away. “Y/n! No!” Changbin cried out as he ran towards you. You looked at him and told him calmly that you would be fine. Your hand was reached out to him, but before he could get to you, you had already disappeared out of his world.

He felt like his was shattering apart as he was now left behind with the rat still laughing maniacally. Changbin’s anger build up and he growled and cried out as he turned to the rat, his sword still held in his hands as he impaled the beast one more time with his sword. This time, it seemed to have an effect on the beast.

It crumbled down and fell to the ground, Changbin wasn’t paying attention to it, he was too busy crying his heart out for losing you. You were the cause that he was back to normal. As Changbin cried, a bright light came out of the rat. It seemed to crack open and the rat literally broke down to ashes as the light broke through. The sky turned from its dark blue shade to a lighter tint. The snow quickly melted at the sight of the sun and the trees regained their colour.

“Changbin, thank you.” A familiar voice said, causing Changbin to look up with teary eyes to the man who suddenly stood in front of him. “Who are you?” He asked the old man. “I’m the keeper of the Kingdom of Maney, some call me a wizard, others call me a king. I call myself an old man with a sense of responsibility.” The man said with laughter, “Wait, the curse is lifted?” Jeongin asked. “It is indeed.” The white-haired man said to the younger boy. “Y/n did it.” Chan whispered in disbelief.

“Actually, Changbin did too.” Everybody looked at the man like he was a madman, which he probably was. “What do you mean?” Changbin asked the man. “Y/n wasn’t the only one who was the Sugar Plum Fairy, you were as well, Changbin.” The man stated, making Felix and Hyunjin almost burst out in laughter. “Wait, what-“ “The sugar plum fairy is supposed to be someone who is brave and united. If you can remember Changbin, when you met Y/n in your lively nutcracker form for the first time, my voice boomed through the room about the chosen one.” “That was you- wait, I thought Y/n was the chosen one?” “Y/n was indeed the chosen one, she was chosen to be the protector of the medallion and return it to its rightful owner, which is you. Y/n was indeed worthy of Peyvand, she didn’t hesitate to save you or to give up her own life to save others. You as well didn’t hesitate to jump after her to try and save her, which proved that you were worthy of Peyvand. Together you were united with this worth to save us and lift the curse.”

“Okay, but where did you come from?” Changbin asked still a little confused. “You and the guys know how the rats had taken over the city, their leader had discovered dark magic in one of the sewers they lived in and he practiced it until he had mastered the art and eventually took over my consciousness.”

“Those rats are scarier than we thought.” Hyunjin muttered as he looked around the battlefield. “Wait, but what happened to Y/n?” Changbin asked, his heart racing at the sound of you name. “Our young nutcracker has fallen in love with his other half, hasn’t he?” The man teased, making Changbin’s ears turn red whilst denying. “She’s fine, she might be scarred on her back from the swords for the rest of her life, but she’s healthy and safe back in her own universe.” “Does that mean I won’t ever get to see her again?” Changbin asked him carefully and sad.

The older man didn’t respond immediately. He bend down first to grab the necklace of the ground. He placed it in Changbin’s hands and covered it with his own. The man closed his eyes and Changbin could feel something tingling inside of his hands and he saw little light beams shining through the openings. When he opened his hands the now-repaired necklace was revealed.

“I will give you a choice. In return for your bravery, I can send you to your other half, you will have to life in her world, where you’re not familiar with their habits and way of living. The other choice is, to stay with us and live in the palace where you will be praised and celebrated for the rest of your life, in a familiar world with people who you had already met on your journey. But the choice is up to you.”

You had woken up, the air punched out of your lungs as you had fallen onto your back. You groaned as a sharp pain shot through it. You heard little paws running over the floor and you opened your eyes, the roof and the decoration made you realise where you were. You were back home, or did you never leave?

Whilst inspecting your outfit you realised that you were still wearing your nightgown and robe. The movie wasn’t playing on the tv anymore and it was already daylight by now. You tried to rethink what the hell happened, but you couldn’t remember. You did remember the fighting and the fantasy universe where you stayed in. You remembered Changbin, you wondered what he was up to. You weren’t sure if it was all a dream or not, all you knew by now was that it was Christmas day and that you needed a shower.

When you were done showering the steam had cleared up and worn off the mirror. As you passed by you noticed a scar on your back. It was rather large and weirdly placed. You tried to figure out a different way other than a rat cutting you with its sword on your back to get a scar like that. You just shook it off and went to your regular morning routine. Eventually you were bored out of your mind, so you petted Milo and decided to go on a walk since you hadn’t had anything better to do.

The air was cold and the city was decorated beautifully. You made your way to a lake, which reminded you off the lake where you and Changbin slid on, before you were tried to be killed. The sun was still rising as you enjoyed your view at the lake. The sun’s beaming light made something shimmer in the white snow that caught your attention. You looked towards it and you saw a pink glistering, which made you got up to your feet immediately. You kneeled down to take a better look, it was your medallion. ‘How did it end up here?’ You wondered, it was laid in a part where you hadn’t walked, your footsteps didn’t match the ones of the person who left the necklace there. You took the necklace in your hand and put it on.

As soon as you did you noticed a familiar figure walking closer to you. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but tear up a little. “Changbin!” You yelled happily as you ran into his arms. “Missed me sugar?” He whispered into your hair as he held you tight. “Is this real, was everything real?” You asked him as you examined his face, cupping his cheeks into your hands. “It is.” He chuckled as you squeezed his face a little too hard, making him pout. “How did you get here?”

Changbin told you about the man who appeared out of the rat. How he gave Changbin a choice to let him join your world and live in the unknown with his better half or to life in a familiar world where he would be celebrated for the rest of his life with his friends by his side. “Why didn’t you stay? It’s isn’t called Maney for nothing.” You gasped. “I promised you to stay by your side through every fight. You told me how you’ve been surviving in this world and I will be there by your side through every step. I’m not leaving you Y/n, I promised you that. I’m here to stay with you, as a villager and prince of the kingdom of Maney, where they stay forever, they stay true to their promises as well.” Changbin whispered as he had wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“What about the kingdom? What about the boys?” You asked him worried and feeling guilty for having him here by your side. “I think they will manage the kingdom perfectly fine. They might be strays, but they are good people. They will rule greatly and keep peace, I’m sure of that. But for now, I missed you my sweet little fighter.” Changbin cooed as he hugged your once again. “I missed you too Binnie.” “You do realise that you’re the first person who I have feelings for right?” Changbin chuckled. “I was aware.” You giggled back as you felt his breath on your neck, tickling it in process. “What were you going to do about it?” He questioned playfully, making you smirk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in close to connect your lips to his. The snow that was softly floating down from the sky making the moment even more perfect, Changbin pulling you even closer and kissing you deeply.

“I don’t think I have my sense of feeling back yet in my lips, can we do that again to test it?” Changbin joked. “You’re nuts.” You laughed in disbelief. “You love me though,” He smirked, still his hands placed on your lower back as he pushed you closer against him. “I do.” You smiled to him before connecting your lips back to his.

He was there to stay and you were sure that you two would be for the rest of your lives.

Gif isn’t mine.

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sturnioloshacker · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by the gorgeous @joelpimenteljs to do this challenge. Thank you bby 💕

instructions: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

Gender: female

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 5’2

Sexuality: straight

Hogwarts house: Don’t have one because i’ve never watched Harry Potter (HARRY POTTER FANS PLS DON’T KILL ME!!!!!)

Favorite animals: every single animal

Average hours of sleep: 6-8

Current time: 11:35am

Dogs or cats: I have two kittens so imma say cats but I do adore dogs.

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1

Dream job: Be able work with a band (like how Ali and Clara work with CNCO)

When I created this blog: 2017 according to the memories page on Tumblr

Follower count: 158 followers.

Why I made this blog: Because I wanted to meet other people with the same interests as me and become besties with them

How i came up with my url: because i love all 3 bands and I love WWE and the trash came because i’m trash for all of them 😂

@xxghostnappaxx @h-bea92 @cncothoughts @ericksmamita @sunkissedvelez @stellastyless @mind-of-tavia @papichriscnco @randomlimelightxxx @just-another-cnchoe I wanna get to know you all better xx

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darknesslioness · 6 years ago

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Nutcracker Story List (4/2/2019)

It’s been a while since I have posted one of these, so here you go!

These are the works for @shinyzango’s characters and my own currently on the “to-do” shelf.

These are the writing projects still in my line of sight. I have no idea when any will be done, even the ones currently being written. It’s impossible for me to set a due date and finish accordingly, so fair warning.

CURRENTLY IN DEVELOPMENT (Partially Written):

The Bindings of Monsters – (Inspired by El Matador Del Mar from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales. Previously known as El Monstruo De Sus Corazones.) A curse made in hate can turn a man into a lifeless doll. So what turns a living doll, the purest of hearts . . . into the truest of monsters? There have always been monsters in the world, both within and without, both hidden and in plain sight. But all are bound, tethered by the bonds that create them, by the bonds that enslave them, and by the bonds that undo them. Hark, little nutcracker. You shall know all three. FIRST CHAPTER CURRENTLY AVAILABLE HERE.

Cat and Mouse – A written version of the fan art of the same name that I did for ShinyZango. This would be the before, during, and after events of the mentioned image. (Image is on my Tumblr and Deviantart)

Remote-Controlled Soldier – Hans and Clara run into something terrible and Clara suddenly finds herself at the end of Hans’ blade. Now the question is: Fight or flight?

COMING SOON-ISH (Outlined/Story-boarded Only):

Don’t Bleed Out for Me – (Inspired by the SVRCINA cover of Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons, as well as I See Fire by Ed Sheeran) A Collab with the-vampire-inside-me. Hans and Clara are once again under attack, but this time … Clara might not make it out alive.

If a Tower Hits the Doorframe, Does it Fall? – A cute, little tale about Daemon’s trouble with anti-nutcracker doorways (aka, nearly every doorway in existence) and Althea’s immense enjoyment of it.

A Different Path, A Similar End – Alternate ending to Daemon’s and Althea’s story mentioned in Night of the Nutcrackers’ Requiem; What if Daemon was lost before he disappeared, while protecting the one he loved the most?

Come Away, Little Lass - (Inspired by Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5) Clara hasn’t been sleeping well. She hasn’t told Hans . . . but within her dreams, she is being hunted.

Who Knew … – (Inspired by and written with Who Knew by P!nk) After months of searching, Althea comes home for an honoring ceremony that her village had decided to hold … because they had given up. It’s a funeral without a body … and Althea … can barely hold herself together.

Earth & Sky - A collection of random, romantic prompts featuring Daemon and Althea. May also feature some for ShinyZango’s Hans and Clara.

Straight For The Castle – (Inspired by Castle by Halsey and Zira’s Lullaby from The Lion King II) With the Nutcrackers gone, the Mouse Queen can finally take what is rightfully hers; a kingdom fit for a rat’s nest.

The King’s New Crown – (Inspired by and written with Emperor’s New Clothes (w/ sound effects) by Panic! At the Disco) His mother is dead. Her crown is now his, but it is not good enough. He’s going to take an even bigger crown … and a whole kingdom to pillage with it.

I am open to any further ideas, but I have the right the refuse them. If accepted, I hold no guarantee on if and when the fiction will be done, but will give credit where it is due if completed.

LINKS TO COMPLETED NUTCRACKER WORKS:

Are You Kitten Me?

Another Reason

Dance in the Middle of Time

Night of the Nutcrackers’ Requiem

The Heavens Will Guide You

Althea’s Epilogue

#lioness writes #story list #4/2/2019 #shinyzango #darknesslioness #The Nutcracker #The Nutcracketeers #My Bookshelf #AKA my own torture chamber #EH

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simptasia · 5 years ago

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let's have you talk about dr daniel faraday for the ask game!! 4, 7, 13, 15, 21, 26 and 27!!!

thank you, lisa!! thats exactly the person i wanted to receive!!

Favorite movie

dan’s connection to the world of fiction has been tenuous. but char is gonna introduce him to some good stuff, including the back to the future trilogy. not picking just cuz time travel, i mean, they’re really good movies

fun characters, great music and the romantic beats between lorraine and george and later doc and clara are d’aww worthy so there's that. yeah he’d like them. there’s more Proper Hard Science Sci-fi out there but who doesn’t love back to the future? anyways char and miles grew up way more into pop culture then dan did so they’re gonna drip feed their faves into him

Favorite pizza toppings

give him a regular vegetarian pizza or a pineapple pizza and he’s good. or mix ‘em. like, pineapple, mushrooms, capsicum, that sorta thing

i hc that he’s a vegetarian and he likes pineapple on pizza (miles thinks this is fucking gross and compares it to like, putting grapes on pizza)

Puppies or kittens

kittens, tho both concepts are INCREDIBLY adorable. daniel faraday, with his delicate gentle hands, holding a widdle puppy or kitten. awww. another concept? you seen dan holding a rat? dan holding itsy bitsy BABY RATS

but yeah i chose kittens because in my headcanons, dan gets more experience with cats due to char having a cat (jean-luc). besides that, despite dan not growing up with animals, he likes them and they like him. mayhaps because he’s very nonthreatening and he likes to pet things. Funny How That Works

First impression of this chara

oh man, before i saw him in the show, i kept seeing him get mentioned and also fan-art so i gathered he was popular. so when i met him in the show, my first thought i was “ohh i heard of you” all happy like. and yeah. i wuv him

odd nerdy neurodivergent type who’s gentle and sad? perfect

Dream vacation

i’ve never thought about this because like i tend to keep characters in certain locations, like dan’s place (later dan, char and miles’ place), or the museum, concert hall, etc. this is reflective of how i have no desire to travel

maybe dan has no desire to travel too buuuut he’s dating char so that’s absolutely happening. yeah i feel like he’d go to places that make char happy

so cheesy yeah, but dream vacation is “spending time with those he loves in places that make them happy”. plus dan is hella rich so he can provide monz

If they had one month to live

so i’ve talked about how reckless dan is and how he has little regard for his safety. and he’s fucking irradiated his fucking brain. but survival instinct is still a thing so its another story if he KNEW he had a month to live. he must be used to hospitals and having ppl care for him after his accident (i hc that he was in that pre-island severely brain damaged state for 3 years) so he’s no stranger to that

he’d be strangely accepting that he’s gonna die. no freak outs, barely any tears. he’d enter into some sort of weird calm. a numbness. depression, basically

and reflect on how his life had never really been his own

How they’re mischaracterized

LOST fanfic is barely there and fic with dan way less so. so people really don’t have a chance to mischaracterize him. so what i’m saying is based on the tiny portions of meta i’ve seen AND some stuff from The Old LOST Fandom. and basically the subtextual attitude i’ve gleaned from how ppl talk about daniel

from what i’ve seen, i think some people think of him as 100% naive and humourless. like yeah he’s a little sheltered and he’s inexperienced. he doesn’t have street smarts, he’s book smart. but he def has a subtle sense of humour and i don’t think he’s all the way naive. i also personally don’t think he’s a virgin but that's not so much mischaracterization as it is a diff in headcanons

he’s also not a total walkover/doormat or a picture of innocence. what i’m saying is based on canon: dan can lie, dan can be bitter, dan can be passive aggressive, dan can NOT do what people tell him to do (even his mother, like he got a gf in college, for dan that’s an act of rebellion), dan can go to extreme measures to achieve what he wants (do i need to mention the hydrogen bomb again?), and a couple of times dan expresses a sense of humour (either making some little jokes or sarcastic remarks himself or being amused by other people)

YES he’s a good boy, YES he’s sweet, YES he’s polite. daniel is lovely, daniel is babby. but it’s not just that, ya know. he’s more complex than ppl think

p.s one fic i read had dan find char’s accent to be novel (and he was thinking “some sort of accent, english?”), which is... what. his mum his english. he went to oxford university. dan ADORES char’s voice but he’s not finding her accent to be this brand new, novel, foreign thing. yeah, he’s american, but he’s grown up with a decent amount of english culture. so a funsies reminder for anybody who wants to write lost fic, if char used english slang, dan wouldn’t be phased at all and miles (california boi) would be the one like ??????what

#when it comes to ask games:#when in doubt send daniel faraday #lost headcanons #thank you that was fun!#i espech liked writing what i did for the last prompt #agardenintheshire

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universal-kitty · 6 years ago

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My self-inserts for Bendy and the Ink Machine~! Let’s go! Thanks for asking me about this, @robotarmjokes!!

HUMAN VERSE

Your average animator named Rachel. Glasses-wearing, brown hair that parts down the middle, dark green eyes...and often found in their work outfit. (Hair in a bun and casual clothes- t-shirt and pants- with an apron over it. For the ink stains, of course.)

Joey Drew accepts just about anyone...provided they’d want to work with him in the first place. When they begged him to look at their portfolio, well... A look through ended up assuring a job, much to their delight.

Works among the inking section of the cogs that are Joey Drew Studios. Thus, their apron that’s often gently splattered with the dark liquid.

Tends to be lowkey and not very talkative, but gets along with Henry Stein, Allison Pendle, Shawn Flynn, Ernest Craft, and Daisy Lindel. (The latter two being OCs of mine.)

Their favorite creation of the studio’s? Probably Alice. “I like the way she sings... She’s got such a lovely voice to her! Like a songbird.”

Also has a crush on Sammy Lawrence... Though with the guy being such a shut-in, you’d be hard-pressed to find them together.

...Though the more Rachel protests to wiggling into his time, the more they hang out, later down the line.

It turns into Rachel showing him their personal projects, even allowing him to flip through their sketchbook freely. (Though he’s never seen their notebook, filled with notes, more art...and drawings of him, as well as love notes.)

Sammy gets to vent to them about music, often getting to be the one who sees the idea or clarity for a project strike him, urging to finish that old one or start up a new one. It’s their great pride to help him, as they’ve said a few times before.

They do end up dating later down the line... Though most at the studio didn’t know it, even after they started coming to work together. They kept their private life, well, private.

Though they were living together and even bought a house together with their pooled savings; the extra rooms were morphed into an art room and music room, to settle with their interests.

Both of them credit each other as the other’s muse. That’s where the rumors began that the two might be dating. (Though they were behind on the news, of course.)

Joey Drew Studios collapsed not long later, much to Sammy’s frustration. Both were worked to the bone, but also had to make payments, so... A potential job-hunt wasn’t up either of their alleys. Though Rachel was determined to try, despite the odds.

One day, he snapped. Said he wouldn’t come back until he figured out what happened to the studio.

...He never did.

Depending on the timeline, Henry might find Rachel, lost in the studio, trying to find Sammy. In others, they’re the one who Joey called back...and now have a few time-loops of their own.

TOON VERSE

In another world, they are someone different... Meet Kathy the Clumsy Kitten! A creation of Joey Drew Studios (specifically by Ernest Craft, but Joey Drew has since taken all the credit for her creation, much to Ernest’s chagrin) and one of the more...quietly loved characters of the series.

Kathy started out as “Kitten” and with the design below:

In these early days, she had no voice to use. Instead, sound effects would play to denote her emotions; like soft chimes when she cried or the zing of a piano when surprised.

However, people thought she was another demon with her ears looking like they did! As well, despite her feminine appearance, a lot of comparisons between her and Bendy soon arose...

To combat this, she was quickly redesigned to look more...original. The design settled on this less than a year later:

...and that’s the design that’s always been used since!

Update notes: inside of ears drawn, fur tufts on face, and a tail added.

It was also with this design that Joey gave Kathy her now-defining character trait: being a literal scaredy-cat. Easily spooked and, of course, very clumsy.

She’s known to be bullied by Bendy, terrified of Boris, and good friends with Alice, despite the fact her clumsiness has inconvenienced Alice quite a few times in the various episodes that the studio has produced.

She also considers Joey Drew a father figure, Daisy Lindel a mother figure (especially since Daisy would end up being Kathy’s first VA), and Ernest someone spooky....!!

She does also have quite a bit of trust with Sammy Lawrence, though; his music and ramblings often lull her to sleep.

There’s also ANOTHER toon-friend she has named Aki... Aki the Grimmest Reaper, as they call her. (Joey Drew Studios did a trade with a Japanese animation studio at the time. Not only did they work on a short for the other studio, but made a character for the other studio to use; Aki was from the Japanese animation studio.)

Though... The biggest problem by far? Kathy’s got a crush on Bendy.

And now, we get verse dependent~! As there’s two ways things work out......

With Bendy: It takes some vague scolding on Aki’s behalf and clarification from Alice before Bendy realizes that Kathy isn’t as much of a welcome mat as she is just a pushover to the person she likes. Which is. Him.

It’s embarrassing on both sides, but hey~! Bendy’s got charm, yeah? He does his best to lessen the tricks and instead provide little hearts he cuts out of pink (or red) paper and flowers he steals under other people’s noses.

It’s made her a good bit more clumsier at first, what with all the surprise flattery from her crush, but once Bendy finally went all out with asking her to be his lil lady... Well, she actually got better. Still clumsy, but not as bad as she used to be.

They’re a heartrendingly sweet couple. She showers him in praise and affection (which he adores) and- once the show’s all said an’ done- spends time cuddling with her after. It’s...really nice and something Kathy loves to do with him.

However, this has not stopped Bendy’s love for dancing. He even purposefully got thicker shoes so he could waltz or dance in any way he pleases with Kathy. So why thicker shoes? So that way, when she inevitably steps on his feet, he won’t feel it as much!! (It’s embarrassing, but that did make her laugh, much to his delight.)

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With Alice: ...Or on another hand, Alice ends up gaining a crush on her best friend and shy little kitten. And you know what? If Bendy won’t treat Kathy right, then Alice will!

So she does, finding Kathy, taking her to the best spot Alice knows, and holding both of her hands as Alice confesses to liking her. It surprised the life outta Kathy to hear, but-!! .....Well, it’s not like she doesn’t want to date her...

It’s an uncertain thing at first, with Kathy getting to see Alice in a new light. Alice takes it slow in response, though in what feels like no time at all, they’re one of the cutest couples of the studio!

It’s not uncommon for Kathy to still try to help out with Alice’s performances, mostly in regards to setting up. Though her clumsiness still makes Alice pretty nervous... It’s too easy for her to trip up on a stray rope and make everything fall apart like dominoes!

Though on a sweeter note, it’s not uncommon to hear Alice singing and find her cradling Kathy, singing the kitten toon to sleep and guaranteeing only the kindest of dreams.

Alice has mentioned matching outfits someday... Kathy’s still flustered by the idea but very, very much up to it.

Finally..... Some additional notes. ;>

INK DEMON VERSE: Daisy eventually gave up her role voicing Kathy, giving it to her daughter, Clara Lindel. However, the young woman didn’t work as Kathy’s VA for very long. The character was her favorite of the show, so it was incredibly heartbreaking for it to end so soon... However, when Joey Drew sent that letter, asking for a callback? Of course she wanted to go!

...Not knowing what awaited her when she got to the studio.

She’d awake later, no longer a human. But a mix of ink and soul.

She’s more “Clara” at first. But as time goes on, that personality- that person- melts away, more and more becoming “Kathy”... Neither of them want this. But neither of them can stop it, either.

Though it’s also why they try so desperately to help Henry to escape; if they can’t be helped, hopefully he can... Right?

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Though there is technically a thing where I ship Bendy with literally me. No universe-fitting self-insert stuff.

This started due to needing to get my teeth worked on and me being super anxious about it. I needed someone to be with me. Someone small, protective, easy to hold and with wit to make me feel better when scared... I latched onto Bendy, since BATIM happened to be my main special interest at the time.

It’s also where this artwork came from:

So... That’s a thing, too! So it doesn’t quite matter if you call me Rachel, Aki, or Kathy to him, technically.... Though you do get a different answer during F/O Takeovers when asked about him and Kathy!

Have one more art for reading all of this, slkfdjsk

#self insert #self ship #self insert community #self ship community #batim self insert #self shipping #Information on the Inserts #Aki Does Art #THIS ONE HAS SO MUCH ART IN IT #I'VE DRAWN....A LOT FOR BATIM #WHICH I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE #so that's kinda cool actually!!!

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the-lunatic-archives · 2 years ago

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11 PM in the doll room.

I could barely keep myself from falling over from fatigue as I fired up the stove. As exhausted as I was, food was still a must. I had already been drained by the end of my second shift that day, and by the time my third shift rolled around, time seemed to drag on even more slowly. By this time of day, Clara would usually engage me in conversation to keep me awake while I did chores, and that was only on her non-graveyard-shift days.

She was here with me tonight too, in the doll room (her name for our studio apartment, not mine. Yes, I’m one of her dolls), just, unusually quiet.

She had been staring at her phone with her usual dead fish eyes for a while, so I assumed it must be something interesting. I had given up on trying to read her expression a long time ago. You would know if you got to know her.

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“You ever heard of Prologue-H?”

I guess she wanted to talk when I was finally done manning the stove. I shook my head.

“It’s a charity group that just got some funding and went public with their proposal. You get to retire early and live out the rest of your life happily ever after. They give you all the money you need to meet all your basic needs and have a decent lifestyle, and then some.”

“…Oh my. It’s like a dream come true.”

“You know what I’m gonna say next, don’t you.”

“I was afraid there was gonna be a catch and wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask…”

“Guess.”

“You… have to be a good citizen and rescue at least one kitten a day from a tree?”

“You die exactly three years to the day you swallow their pill.”

…

“I swear, it’s the edgiest shit anyone can think of.”

“That’s… unfortunate.”

“They call it the Prologue-H. H as in Heaven.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Get it? Cause it’s like Heaven but it’s just before Heaven? Everyone’s calling it the ‘kill pill’ anyway. There’s something inside the pill that activates it when it’s due. You just, end up getting put in a coma so you die in your sleep.”

“Well, hm…”

By this point, I was skimming the article on my phone out of morbid curiosity.

“They’re already backlogged pretty heavily. I… I don’t understand how anyone would do such a thing. The amount of people who are desparate out there… just, wow.”

“Serves them right. The customers, I mean. For ginning up their own expectations for retirement this fucking much. There’s like, nothing else that keeps them going. They’d dream of being the kind of superhero in the comics they read that sacrifices years of their life to become OP enough to save the planet, or something.”

The comics you read, I thought to myself.

“To be fair, I might end up saving the planet if I had just one extra second of free time everyday. Still not worth it, I think. Yeah, nope…”

“How about you set the planet aside for when you retire. Which… could be tomorrow. Or it could be when you’re old enough to go bar-hopping with your great-grandchildren.”

“…There is no retirement age anymore, right? Most people can’t afford it and work until… they drop.” I quickly added, “But, I still think this kill pill’s a terrible idea…!”

Did I give enough of a signal to Clara by this point? I sure hoped I did.

She didn’t immediately answer and was instead fixated on her phone. I leaned over her shoulder and looked. On display was the “Take the Pill Now” landing page.

“No…”

“No what?” She yanked her phone away from my line of sight. “Just let a poor girl think for a second.”

A strange feeling welled up inside of me. What happened to the time we cherished together? What happened to settling happily and growing old together?

A flood of doubt filled my mind as I thought about our past, all the hardships we had to endure, often at each other’s expense thanks to our garbage job security and pathetic incomes. I thought about the ever-changing power dynamic between us, which shifted depending on who’s ass was being covered by whom on each occasion.

Should I have expected as much from her? This twisted, toxic, childishly nihilistic line of thinking? She was a goth girl. And I was just a doll in her world.

Maybe I’m the selfish one. Maybe I should’ve known what degree of respect was being asked of me as I got into this, and all I was doing was overstepping myself. I shook the thought off my mind.

All I want… was what’s best for Clara.

“I don’t want you to take the pill.”

“Noted.”

“Please?”

“What’s with you?”

“I’m… I’m not going to say you can’t, but if you really want to…”

“No, you doofus. I’m not taking the pill.”

“Oh, thank god. Don’t scare me like that. It’s such a terrible idea.”

“It’s a fantastic idea.” She showed me her phone again, this time displaying the “Contribute” landing page. “That’s why I’m donating to the cause.”

“You know, the way you say things like that so sincerely is honestly what scares me.”

“What’s scary about wanting people to live fulfilling and happy lives?”

I blinked. “If that’s all you’re thinking, I guess there really is a gentle side to you.”

“Well then, that sucks for you because that’s not all I’m thinking. I’m thinking this fucked up system can use some reminders that people can be empowered to take control of their own lives for once. And exactly how far they’re willing to go for that. Maybe then it will actually start being a little less fucked up.”

I glanced over at my plate, having forgotten that there was food on it. Clara’s plate, on the other hand, was already empty.

“I guess… having fulfilling and happy lives isn’t that much of a reach for us, huh.”

“Yes. I suppose you, Ken, might’ve had some part in it.”

I chuckled quietly. Clara’s way of showing affection was endearing if even noticed at all.

Still, as I wolfed down the remainder of that day’s dinner, I couldn’t help but think back to the dead stare in Clara’s eyes as she was reading the “Take the Pill Now” page, seeming to take maybe a little longer than natural to move on.

#ninth archive #author:kurantob

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aadics · 7 years ago

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★. 73 ( & MORE ! ) QUESTIONS WITH ADELINA MONJE:

BELOW ARE ##150 COMPLETED QUEENS THAT ARE BASED ON THE CHARACTER, ADELINA HERSELF. TOLD FROM A THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE, LEARN OF HER DISTINCT DETAILS, INNER WORKINGS & HOW SHE HAS COME TO BE.

1. if they were a candle, what scent would they be ? april showers. 2. what female celebrity do they wish was their sister ? mandy moore or reese witherspoon. 3. what male celebrity do they wish was their brother ? young hugh grant. 4. how old do they think they’ll be when they get married ? very young & she’ll learn. 5. how many countries have they been to ? zero. 6. what would they name their daughter if they had one ? billie or lucy. 7. what would they name their son if they had one ? elton, short being ellie or timothy, short being timmy. 8. what was their favorite tv show as a child ? between the lions. 9. what language, besides their native language, would they like to be fluent in ? french. 10. would they ever change their name ? if so, to what ? no, she actually appreciates her name as it was her father’s mother’s name & it’s the closest thing she has to her. 11. what was the last compliment they got ? you’re very pretty. 12. what is their favorite flavor of tea ? rosebud. 13. how did they find out that santa and the easter bunny weren’t real ? when she saw “santa” from one of the local stores changing out of his costume in an alley & removing his adhesive beard at the age of six. 14. what is their hogwarts house ? (recommended: take pottermore quiz) hufflepuff. 15. what tarot card are they ? (recommended: take this quiz) judgement card. 16. are they more of a marvel or dc fan ? she doesn’t really watch or read either, but marvel ? 17. who is their favorite superhero ? women. 18. everyone has a song that deeply reminds them of their childhood. what is theirs ? como la flor, selena quintallina. 19. what are the meanings of their first, middle, and last name ? adelina means noble & monje means monk. 20. have they ever stolen a street sign before ? definitely not. 21. what is their biggest pet peeve ? unmade beds. 22. if they were a month, what month would they be ? april. 23. what is their least favorite movie ? she can’t really say, as she hasn’t watched a movie she’s disliked. 24. what five movies would they bring with them if they were stuck on a deserted island ? that night, a walk to remember, breakfast at tiffanys, sound of music, & waitress. 25. out of all of the late night talk show hosts, who is their favorite ? she’s not an avid television watcher. 26. what are three things they are afraid of ? being forgotten, never fulfilling her dreams & running over something in the road & thinking it might have a kitten in it. 27. what was the first concert they went to ? never been. 28. is there a nickname that only their family calls them ? adie kind of originated from her father & hasn’t stopped since. 29. what side of the bed do they sleep on ? usually the middle, but it always shifts throughout the night. 30. what is their favorite comfort food ? mantecados. 31. what award shows do they watch ? the tonys. 32. do they have any weird body skills (example: being double jointed) ? she can raise each of her eyebrows one at a time. 33. if they drink coffee, what is their coffee order ? absolutely not. 34. what social media platforms do they have ? instagram & snapchat. 35. are they a cat or dog person ? both. 36. if they were a supernatural creature, what would they be ? an angel. 37. what show are they currently watching on netflix/hulu ? gilmore girls. 38. what is their favorite disney movie ? sleeping beauty. 39. do they wear any perfume or cologne ? perfume at her wrists & neck. 40. what genres of music do they listen to ? forties, fifties & sixties. 41. have they ever seen the bee movie ? yes. 42. what are their favorite memes ? older vines, maybe the guacamole video. 43. what celebrities do they share a birthday with ? her birthday is july eighteenth, so it appears vin diesel, nelson mandela & wendy williams to name a few. 44. what is their moon (zodiac) sign ? virgo. 45. which of the seven cardinal sins do they embody the most ? envy. 46. do they watch sports on television ? if so what ones ? occasionally baseball, the la dodgers were her father’s favorite. 47. what do they put on their typical sandwich ? usually it’s a grilled cheese & just the cheese. 48. what was the name of their first significant other ? michael. 49. do they care if people think badly of them ? immensely. 50. what was the last thing that made them cry ? just about anything, she’s an easy crier. probably just the sunset, or a duck. 51. are they an iphone or samsung user ? iphone 5. 52. what type of computer do they use (example: apple) ? she doesn’t have one. 53. what is one of their nervous habits ? twirling her hair. 54. out of all reality shows, which one would they have a chance winning ? wheel of fortune. 55. would they ever go bungee jumping or skydiving ? not at all. 56. what do they call their grandparents ? she never knew them. 57. what do they do when they can’t sleep ? read a book, or drink tea. 58. what time do they normally go to bed ? depends. 59. if they have instagram, what was the last picture that they posted ? probably a picture of clara. 60. if they have twittter, what was the last thing that they tweeted ? she does not. 61. who is their otp ? frenchy & doody, from grease or allie & noah, from the notebook. 62. do they like sweet, salty, or sour ? sweet. 63. did they play any sports in the past ? she only really went to the bating cages with her father, or bowling. nothing competitive, like teams & such. 64. what is their favorite cheesy pick up line ? do you have a band-aid ? because i just scraped my knee falling for you. 65. what tv show or movie is their guilty pleasure ? grease. 66. if they were a fruit, what fruit would they be ? strawberry 67. do they sing in the shower ? a full performance. 68. what is their favorite type of chips ? more of a pretzels kind of girl. 69. do they drink juice ? if so, what is their favorite kind ? fresh squeezed orange, or grapefruit juice. 70. what is more important to them: power, money, friends, family, love, or fame ? love. 71. what does their handwriting look like ? (x.) 72. do they have reoccurring dreams ? if not, what is their most memorable dream ? often with her father, mostly nightmares come to mind. however, she does daydream often of many, many things. 73. if they were a taste, what would it be ? sweet. 74. what is one random fun fact about them ? she has performed the scene from sound of music, sixteen going on seventeen & is devoted to being both parts equally. 75. what is their lucky number ? 14. 76. do they have any pets ? homeless cats when she can without being caught, warmed milk & tucked underneath her blanket with her. 77. do they believe in the paranormal or the supernatural ? to an extent. 78. have they ever had any paranormal experiences ? a few when her father passed, mostly soothing one’s. 79. can they sing or dance ? although she’s come quite far with both, she can’t carry a tune or dance elegantly. 80. who is the first person they call/text when something exciting happens ? her group chat of lola & amy. 81. what is their social media handle ? just her name. 82. what swear word do they use/like the most ? shit has to be her most vulgar. 83. what is their ideal first date ? a ride in the countryside & a picnic on a hill, stargazing in the evening. 84. if they were a type of weather, what would they be ? not a cloud in the sky, or summer showers. it changes. 85. what is their least favorite holiday ? can’t imagine such a thing. 86. what is the first thing that they do in the morning ? write. 87. who is their ultimate celebrity crush ? paul anka. 88. do they usually pay with cash or card ? cash. 89. what was the last thing that they bought ? a glass soda & pretzels at a side of the road store. 90. are they a good or bad driver ? decent. 91. if they could meet one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be ? selena quintanilla. 92. have they ever gotten into a physical fight ? not a single one, she has broken up many in her time. 93. do they prefer pepsi or coke ? coca cola. 94. do they prefer the city or the suburbs ? she’s only really known small towns, she sure would love a trip to the city though. 95. do they have any special or odd talents ? she can write backwards, as much as she can forwards. 96. when they were little, what did they want to be when they grew up ? a teacher. 97. do they have any favorite smells ? probably a simple vanilla, or lavender. the smell of baking cookies, too. 98. if they could visit any place in the world, where would they go ? the coastline of france. 99. do they wear jewelry ? she has worn a heart locket ever since it was given by her father, with a cross on the same string. it has a picture of her & her father in it, or so she tells. it’s simply the one that came with it, when he bought it from a pawn shop. besides that, scrunchies on her wrists count, right ? 100. who is the last person they talked to on the phone ? no one really, because all her friends are here with her. if it was before camp, jackson. 101. do they prefer ‘would you rather’ or ‘truth or dare’ ? she tries to be missing in action for either, but has fallen to a few rounds of spin the bottle. 102. what has been their favorite halloween costume yet ? she’s only been audrey hepburn, recreating her looks from scenes in her films. so, all of them. except, when she was four she was a nun like julie andrew’s character, maria in sound of music. 103. do they like horror movies ? not particularly, not much can be said from underneath a blanket. 104. what is their typical breakfast like ? waffles & fruit, or oatmeal: peaches & cream. fresh squeezed juice. 105. are they a netflix or hulu person ? netflix. 106. do they like to gossip ? hardly. 107. if they were a song, what one would they be ? he loves & she loves from the film, funny face, audrey hepburn & fred astaire. 108. what was their best subject in school ? english. 109. what was their worst subject in school ? probably gym, because she wasn’t learning anything & she was always last picked in everything for her height. 110. have they ever met anyone famous ? no. 111. who was their childhood hero ? julie andrews. 112. were any tv shows or movies that they weren’t allowed to watch as a child ? anything above pg. 113. what is the strangest thing they have ever eaten ? french fries dipped in a chocolate shake & she liked it. 114. do they prefer friends or family ? friends who are her family & clara, of course. 115. how do they feel about pineapple on pizza ? no way, she’s not a huge pizza fan to begin with. 116. do they put the milk or cereal in the bowl first ? cereal, then milk. 117. how do they think dogs would wear pants ? with the front of the pants on their stomach, not back. 118. do they believe in luck or fate ? fate. 119. do they use emojis when they text ? a little too much. 120. who was their favorite character on friends ? she’s never seen it. 121. what character on friends are they most like ? i’d say . . . rachel or monica. 122. would they rather read the books or watch the movies ? both. 123. what is their favorite time of day ? high noon. 124. did they watch the teletubbies as a child ? if so, who was their favorite ? no. 125. do they check the rating (like a rotten tomatoes rating) of a movie before they go and see one ? no, her town only has a theatre that plays older movies so she’s never really seen a new film in theatres before. 126. do they have any favorite old hollywood movie stars ? audrey hepburn & james dean. 127. if they had to live in any other decade, which would they choose ? the fifties for just a moment, to witness paul anka & for the fashion. maybe the fifties in france, too. 128. if they could only listen to five music albums for the rest of their life, which ones would they choose ? dulce amor by selena y los dinos, velvet mood by billie holiday, grease soundtrack by the grease cast, cheek to cheek: the complete duet recordings by ella fitzgerald & louis armstrong, songs for swingin’ lovers by frank sinatra 129. do they believe in heaven/hell or reincarnation ? she believes in some sort of heaven. 130. do they like chewing gum ? depends if she needs her breath to smell very nice, other than that it’s not a natural habit. 131. do they like to go see musicals or plays ? yes, of course. 132. were they apart of any clubs or teams in high school or college ? newspaper, old hollywood & student government in high school & now, she is focusing on just her classes. 133. what was their high school superlative ? most likely to make it out of this town. 134. are they good at cooking or baking ? baking, it’s a stress reliever she’s found. that & photography. 135. could they beat bobby flay ? well, she has worked in a diner her whole life so she has experience. she’d probably get caught up in complimenting him. 136. do they watch actual television ? if so, what channels do they watch ? very little, if she does it’s lifetime or telemundo, maybe food network. 137. have they ever seen rupaul’s drag race ? yes, very little. she doesn’t watch television very much. 138. do they prefer pink or yellow lemonade ? yellow lemonade. 139. could they lip sync for their life ? without a doubt. 140. is their room messy or clean ? clean, so clean. 141. if they were a body part, which one would they be ? fingers, because she enjoys tracing things throughout the day. 142. if they were an emotion, what would they be ? joy. 143. if they were a planet, which one would they be ? neptune. 144. how would they describe their clothing style ? denim, denim, denim & floral. thrifted articles of clothing. 145. do they shower in the morning or at night ? depends, but mostly morning. 146. do they order regular fries, onion rings, sweet potato fries, or tater tots ? regular fries. 147. do they normally wear socks ? frill socks. 148. do they fear natural disasters ? as much as the next person. 149. can they ice/roller skate ? barely, though she loves a date to a roller rink. 150. are they good at video games ? if wii bowling counts.

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