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15depressedducks · 2 months ago

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Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C11

N’s sensors fluttered online. Wha-Where? Uzi? Not hot? N released his tail from the rebar and landed on the ground. Oh Right! V said she would take care of Uzi for me! Then told me to get some sleep and oil! I need to thank her!

N jogged over to where he was sleeping before, and his core melted.

V was sleeping like a big cat with a slight curve. Uzi was sleeping against her, using her like a pillow. V’s tail swayed from her head to the end of her legs, Having it to where she could stab anyone. Her right arm had a claw but her left arm had a hand. She was resting her head on her left arm, and her right was Infront of her head.

Awwwwh! V’s is sooo sweet! N stepped a bit closer, but the crunch of a dead roboroach gave him away. V didn’t move but she hissed, moved her claws, and her tail flicked toward N. N stepped back a bit, and V stopped. Well then. I'll let her be. Uzi probably wore her out.

N turned around and saw that J was gone. Strange. Normally she wakes one of us up, or waits for us so we can hunt. Oh well. Oh! I should go put Uzi’s mom’s body where she wanted! Oh, I never got her name… Oh well.

N flew to the body, he had already imputed the cords into his map.

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When N arrived He saw that the slab had been moved. Did J find it!? I hope not. Please be the same, not shredded?

N moved the slab and looked at the body. Lilac hair, Grey dress, black helmet.

He got a good look at the body, The head was cut off with a bit of the torso at an angle. N grabbed both parts of the body, and saw a duffle bag beside her. That might be for Uzi… I’ll get to that in a bit. And N took off.

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Once N arrived at the location he looked around. “She wrote down to toss her into the pit. Now where is that?” But then his question was answered, there was scaffolding right above a pit, it looked like a void. And N dropped the body in there. “Bye Uzi’s mom. I hope I can make you proud.” and N flew back to the bag.

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“I wonder what’s in the bag!” N practically yelled as he walked into the spire. V growled at him for being so loud “Oh! Sorry V!” N quickly added in a hushed voice. So she’s still sleeping. Best to let them rest, although Uzi should get up, she needs to be on our schedule. N looked at the two. But that can wait, after all, we have at least 13 more years together. Hopefully?

N opened the bag and inside was a few packs of batteries, toys, books for kids and adults, plenty of note books, lots of clothes, and a laptop. “She was truly packing to escape… What was in there? Where is her dad?”

N climbed into the landing pod to wait for them to wake up.

“N why are you here? Thought you had a kid to take care of.” J said bluntly

“V isn’t letting me get close… So I grabbed the bag that the mom had.”

“Why? She wouldn't let you near your kid?” J questioned him.

“They're both sleeping?”

“Still!? They were asleep at dawn and they're still asleep!?” J’s voice was rising

“Uzi likes to play in the middle of the day… Maybe that’s what happened?” N shifted the bag around.

“Why the hell am I even talking to you!?” J was yelling at this point, it looked like she was boiling with hatred.

“And you clearly aren’t in the mood for a friendly chat, so I’ll be on my way.” And N proceed to leave. I don’t need to be yelled at right now, thank you very much!

“Are you leaving while we’re talking!? I’m not done talking yet!�� J shouted at him, but N didn’t care. I'm not going to be a part of the reason they wake up. V will most likely kill me.

As N left, J followed suit, Still yelling. A cross popping veins was displayed on his screen above an eye. J.

“-ND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE!? WELL YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING AT Y-” N pointed his right arm at her, a sword right by her throat. One of his eyes turned into a ‘X’

“Shut. UP!” J looked confused and startled

“J. I don’t care what you do. Just leave Uzi out of it.” And V. “So that means letting her sleep, So shut up or I will.” His had turned into a long blade.

“You don’t have the guts to!” J was angry, fuming, yet, nervous?

N moved the sword to where it was touching the metal “Oh I sure don’t” N said in a dull but mocking tone as he lifted the sword away from her neck. J looked from the sword to N then back.

“Tch! Just what I thought! Your Wea-AHAHAGAHGAAGHAGAGHEE!” J screamed as N chopped her arm off. Dull expression staying.

“Leave me and my family Alone. Or your neck will be Next.” N pulled his sword to his side.

J’s eyes were filled with worry, then she snarled at him and took off to her nest.

“Hey, good job. Never thought I’d see you stand up to J. Twice even.” N turned around. The dull, life sucking. Plain gray look on his face. The ‘X’ over his eye was greeted by V, who was still lying down.

N visor quickly became one of a soft smile. “Ehn. It was nothing! I was just thinking about Uzi and I didn’t want Uzi to wake up to us yelling.” You included…

“Need me to get you anything? You look kinda stuck…”

“That's an understatement, all of my joints are frozen!” V gave N a face of pure annoyance.

“Well you tail is still mov-”

“Besides that! I can’t even move my neck!” Her tail was moving back and forth, increasing in speed with each sway.

Uzi’ eyelights were flicking open, she was awake now. Her eyes were tracking V’s tail. As the tail veered closer to Uzi, she grabbed it and bit down on the wire.

“AHAHAGGGG-LET-GOOOO” V looked like she was trying to move, yet she couldn’t. N was trying to hide his smirk. “N! HELPPPPP!” N jumped closer to V.

“Uzi! V doesn’t like that! Can you stop please?!” Uzi pulled the tail out of her mouth but kept holding it.

Uzi looked side to side, then a mischievous look appeared. “Nu.” And she bit back down. V screamed bloody murder.

“OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-LET-GOOOOO!” V was stuck. N grabbed Uzi, who was still gnawing on the tail. N could only think of one thing to stop Uzi. So N proceeded to tickle her.

“AHAHAHAHAHA-NOOOO!!” Uzi had dropped the tail and V got up. “No fair! I was having fun!”

“And that fun was hurting V! You need to be kind to V and me!”

“Yes, or I’ll give you flying lessons.”

“Yay!” Uzi said, pumping her arms in the air.

“That’s not a punishment?”

“She doesn’t have any wings?”

“V! Noooo!” V just gave a sly grin.

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years ago

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@taznovembercelebration - Star / Darkness

Honestly, they should have noticed sooner, but with all the other crap going on, it took much longer than it should have originally taken. They were on cycle fourteen, a vast, empty space, with a sky completely covered in stars. There were no civilizations here. That they could find, at least. Instead, the oxygen richness of this world had caused the flora to sprout much higher than in other worlds they have visited. The trees here surpassed when the oldest redwoods back home and the grass reached up to just above Barry, making them all feel so, so small in comparison. In a weird sort of way, Lucretia was glad for the time to introspect. She hadn't had the time to do that recently.

She and Davenport were laying on the deck of the ship, staring up into the sky. From inside the ship, she could faintly hear Taako and Magnus squabbling over yet another board game. Merle had been playing, but Lucretia was sure he had fallen asleep by now. Barry and Lup, she was pretty sure, were off in the lab.

"Uhm," Davenport said, shifting so one hand was under his head and the other was pointed towards the sky. He drew a shape with his finger. "That one can be… Cool Baby Constellation."

"Sure," Lucretia said, though it looked more like a horribly drawn circle than a cool baby to her. "What's the story?"

"Well, uh, maybe there was a really cool baby," Davenport said. "And they were like- he- hey! Let's give this kid a constellation!"

"Very, uhm," Lucretia struggled not to laugh. Davenport turned to grin at her. "Very poetic, I love the admiration and the tale it tells-"

"You're full of shit sometimes," Davenport said, laughing. Lucretia laughed too, covering her mouth with her hand. Vaguely, she could hear Taako arguing about the rules of Fantasy Monopoly. Davenport's ears twitched and Lucretia, not for the first time, wished that humans had what good of hearing because she would love to know the context for all the shouting. Finally, when Davenport had stopped chuckling, and Lucretia wiped the tears from her eyes, he nudged her, pointing up. He said, "Your turn, Luce."

"Right, okay," Lucretia said. She squinted at the sky, trying to find any points that would connect. After a few moments, she settled on an upside-down trapezoid with two stars above it. She pointed it out to Davenport and said, "That one is, uh, the… Btar Slaster."

"Oh?" Davenport said, his voice already trembling with more laughter. "Which one, exactly?"

"The one that's like, an upside-down trapezoid," Lucretia said, scooting over to guide his hand toward it. "That- oh."

"Huh," Davenport said.

The clump of stars Lucretia had been pointing out just vanished before their very eyes. Slowly, Lucretia lowered her hand down and surveyed the entire sky. Davenport said up, looking too. And, honestly? Now that Lucretia had seen something, she was coming to the realization that there had been more stars when they arrived on this plane. But now, there were little patches of darkness spread throughout the sky, void of any light. Something uneasy settled in Lucretia's chest, making her stomach churn.

"There used to be more stars," Davenport said, the laughter from his voice all gone.

"Yeah," Lucretia said. Davenport got to his feet as Lucretia sat up. The gentle, lightheartedness she had had most of this cycle was slowly fading and fading fast. Were there people in the sky? Or was it just something this plane did? If it was the Hunger- which it shouldn't be, they had so much time left in this cycle- then why was it happening? They barely understood the Hunger as it was, Lucretia didn't know if they could take on any more mysteries before they had at least had a breakthrough on their current ones.

"I'm gonna go get Barry," Davenport said. "Stay here."

And then she was alone against the fading night sky. She kept looking at it, half convinced the Hunger could break through at any moment. Now, this plane made her feel small for all the wrong reasons. . . . . . "Davenport!" Davenport said, sitting up. Lucretia sat up too, taking her staff from the ground. This wasn't the first sign. No, what the boys had seen at the Midsummer Festival had been the first clue in that the Light was once more strong enough to attract the Hunger. But it was the one she disliked the most. Lucretia could handle scary eyes, she could handle the world turning gray and decaying before her eyes. But something about looking up to see darkness where there had once been light always left her feeling a little more than unsettled.

But Davenport couldn't handle it right now. He had been freaked out enough the first time they noticed this effect. Lucretia remembered him staying up for countless nights to track their made-up constellations as they vanished one by one. At this point, Davenport knew this world's constellations like the back of his hand, and, on good days, he could even point them out to her. Now, he was looking at her with the same look of terror she had seen on him many times before.

"It'll be okay," Lucretia said, standing. Davenport scrambled to his feet too, glancing between her and the sky, worry clear on his face.

"Davenport," he said, holding onto the hem of her robe. "Davenport."

"I know," Lucretia said, glancing up at the dark space in the sky. "I'm going to fix this, Davenport. I promise."

"Davenport," he said, with a firm note of trust in his voice.

"The plan is going to work," she said. "And then you'll never have to worry about it again, okay? But right now, I think it's getting a little late. And I know how grumpy you get if you stay up too late."

"Davenport," Davenport said, rolling his eyes.

"Come on," Lucretia said, guiding him back inside. She looked up at the sky one more time and her heart hurt, just a little. "It's time for you to rest."

#taz nc #taz november celebration #lucretia #davenport #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing

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procrastination-queenie · 4 years ago

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Kitten |JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Synopsis: The reader is a cat lover and Jungkook is a sucker for her.

Note: None of the photos used is mine.

Warning: none, just heart-wrenching fluff and love for animals.

Word Count: 2,148

You must've been cursed; that must be it. Since you were a child, your heart has been cursed with softness. Yup! You're were so soft and sensitive, your little heart could never understand the concept of being cold. This was no different when it came to animals. You appreciated the existence of such pure souls in this cruel world. But then you're a child how could you understand the term or the concept of being cruel. Well, humans were the embodiment of that term, you were convinced. Convinced that a man who hit a poor donkey so harshly is cruel, a woman who shooed a starved kitten is cruel, a man who kept his dog out in the streets during cold nights is cruel, a family who abandons a disabled or an aged dog is cruel. Your poor little heart can't take it.

You remember the incident of the donkey and how his owner mistreated him; you instantly turned to your dad demanding that he must take an action and I quote "daddy, you must hit the man because he's being mean to the donkey!" Which he replied to saying "yes, dear of course; I'll do that." But as any parent would in this situation he promised you empty words, passing the terrible incident and driving away. "Why aren't you doing anything?" The baby you pouted in anger as your car moved away. "Sweetie, I promise I'll return to shout at the man for committing such a terrible act." And of course, as any child would, you trusted your dad to handle the situation.

You just couldn't grasp the mentality of these cruel people, more importantly, your mind couldn't help and create weird scenarios in your head such as: what if this kitty is lost? She must feel cold! She must feel hungry! She must be afraid! And your poor heart was the victim of these thoughts. Your Heart was soft to the point that you would literally shed tears if a cat or a dog looked at you cutely. You would coo at him/her then start crying because and I quote, again "It must feel terrible that they can't express to us how they're feeling, I mean what if he/she is trying to tell us something, but we can't understand him/her!" you'd say with tears flowing down your baby face. You couldn't even bring yourself to categorise animals under the subject "it" when talking or referring to an animal you would always address it according to its gender because you believed that they feel the same way humans feel, and they deserve to be appreciated and loved.

It didn't help that your parents were very strict about their "No pets" rule. You have always wanted to care for a soul; however, that was a big no from your parents. This led to you taking interest in every living animal that passed you by in the streets or was owned by your friends to fill this void in your heart. For instance, you will never forget that one time when you said: "hello kitty!" enthusiastically to a street cat while walking around with a friend of yours. The poor thing stood in its place stiff like a statue of a pharaonic cat as you addressed it. "Oh look, it turned to me when I said hi kitty because it knows it's a cat... Awww!" You said with the same enthusiasm to your friend who witnessed the whole thing wondering if you're sane enough to be let out in the streets or not. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" She said walking away from you. "Bye kitty!"

Today like any other day, you agreed with your fiancé, Jungkook, that you'd meet after you both finish work to have lunch together. "Same as usual?" Jungkook croaked an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the menu for the millionth time in hopes to find a new item that he might like to try, but this was an old restaurant, it never really added anything new to the menu. You hummed looking out of the window next to you. It was raining lightly and the weather was getting chilly by the minute. After placing your orders, Jungkook started telling you about his day as usual as you waited for the food to arrive. "… and Jimin-ssi broke the record today for falling out of the chair. Seriously how could he keep falling out of a chair this easily, I mean the chair was right there!" He laughed looking at you expecting you laugh as well but it seemed that your mind was elsewhere, or your eyes were elsewhere. "Jagiya, what are you looking at?" He turned his gaze to where you were staring. There, by the bus station was a shivering small black kitten that looked like it wanted to fall asleep but couldn't because of the cold. The poor thing was shivering wildly. It also looked like it was malnourished. He looked back at you to find you frowning with pouty lips and teary eyes. "Kookie!" You whined and looked at him, pleading to let you go help the kitten. He already knew what you were thinking, and he loved you for it. Your big heart that spread warmth and generosity in abundance was always something that left him in awe. "You know they won't allow me in with her!" Your puppy eyes were killing him, already. He chuckled, "you know already that it's a girl?" He was constantly shocked by how you could tell whether the animal you were talking about was a boy or a girl, and you rarely guessed wrong. "You know the deal." You chuckled standing up. You took off your scarf and went outside.

You approached the poor kitten slowly so not to startle it. "Hey, baby! You cold?" Your voice took an entirely different tone as if you were talking to a child trying to coax it. "It's okay, I am not going to hurt you." You said heart aching at the way she tried to step away from you. You wrapped her into the warm scarf, petting her to calm her down and to let her know that you didn't intend on hurting her.

Jungkook made his way to you with an umbrella and both of your food, in his other hand that he told the waiter that he would take it away instead of eating in the restaurant. His heart swelled at the view of you gently brushing your finger behind its ears. He sighed taking a seat next to you. You pulled a piece of chicken from your plate, feeding it to the kitten. "Awww, she must have been so hungry." You said as the poor thing devoured the chicken in seconds. "Where's your mummy?" You spoke to the kitten, it only meowed back at you which made your eyes teary. "What if she's lost!" You pouted looking at Jungkook. "Awww Jagiya I am sure her mum went to get her some food." He said scratching the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. He just hated to see you this sad. Your pout intensified as your head made up scenarios such as what if the kitten's mum got hit by a car? Or what if she's not returning? and so on. "We could wait a bit if you want? You know, to make sure that she's safe." He said shrugging. You smiled at him thankful that he put your heart at ease, seeing that you can't find it in you to leave the poor kitten alone. You kept on feeding the kitten as a couple of hours passed by, and yet her mum didn't show up. "Jagiya, you have nothing left to eat!" Jungkook frowned at the empty plate, noting in the back of his head to order you something else when you go home. "It's okay I am not that hungry." You said gaze and mind lost in the petite kitten that now found warmth and comfort in your lap, engulfed by your cosy scarf.

Jungkook knew that you won't eat if another being was hungry, even if you were starving. He smiled, a light bulb appeared above his head, "you know..." You reluctant tore your gaze from the kitten to look at your fiancé. " We can take it home." He smiled widely. "It's a she!" You scoffed then gasped after you realised what he was saying. "Are you... saying that we can keep it?" Your eyes widened at his suggestion. His bunny-like features lit up as he simply shrugged. You shrieked in happiness, "Kookie you're the best!" You said planting a kiss on his cheek. You apologised for the kitten afterwards for startling her, "awww, sorry baby!" You patted her.

You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you went to the vet first thing to give her the required vaccinations, clean her up and trim her claws. "We should buy her a few toys, too!" You said lost in thought as you waited for your kitten to finish. Jungkook looking at you in awe, he couldn't help how cute you looked. "… Because you know how mum and dad feel about pets." You were babbling, turning your head towards Jungkook, missing the way he leaned in to capture your lips with his. He kissed you softly and passionately that you were lost when he pulled away. "W-what was that for?" You whispered, his forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. "Nothing, you're just so cute I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Mr Jeon, Mrs L/N, your pet is all set, did you settle on a name, yet?" A nurse came out holding the kitten in a blue blanket. You grabbed her gently as Jungkook shook his head, "Nah not yet." He turned to you, "do you have anything in mind babe?" You nodded eagerly like a child, "yeah I have a few! But we need to settle on something." You looked at Jungkook who chuckled at your child-like behaviour.

Apparently, on your way to the vet you went through the internet looking for a unique name for your kitten. "I like blackie" Jungkook said eyeing the rest of the list, "I like it to, but I feel like it's racist." You pouted hating the idea of naming her "blackie" because she's black. Jungkook chuckled, "okay, how about Luna?" You hummed, then claimed that it was not unique enough.

"What about Twinkie?"

"Doesn't seem like a girl's name!"

"Babe you're the one who made this list!" He looked up from your phone to see you looking at the kitten instead. "Well, they sounded pretty when I wrote them down, but now that we're serious about keeping her, I feel like I'm picking my child's name. Kook this is a huge responsibility!" You pouted looking at him. He laughed at how you were taking this so seriously, but he understood, you have always wanted a pet, and now that you were having one it felt surreal.

"How about Selena?"

"Sounds posh for a cat!" Jungkook erupted in laughter. Oh God this was going to be fun, he thought shaking his head.

"Did you get it?" You jumped in anticipation as Jungkook returned home with your kitten's gift. He chuckled, "Yup" you jumped from your seat running over to him to see it. It was a collar with her name engraved on a golden piece. "It looks beautiful!" You squealed. "Yeah, baby it does." He said kissing your forehead. There laid the name "Angel" in a neat font. You know it's not that unique but you truly felt that the name suited her perfectly. She stood there looking up at both you and Jungkook, head tilted to the side wondering what's going on. You put the collar around her neck as she kept staring at you with her baby blue eyes that made your heart melt. "I think am in love!" You whispered in awe with teary eyes, Jungkook laughed loudly, thanking God for gifting him with a precious hearted partner as you.

That night you and Jungkook went to bed with Angel sleeping cosily between the two of you. "Thank you." You whispered, patting Angel's soft fur. "What for?" Jungkook looked up to you with doe eyes filled with puzzlement. "For allowing me to experience this, I mean you could have said no to taking Angel in." You whispered, refusing to think of what could have happened to her if you left her that day on the streets. "Babe, it's nothing. I don't even know why we haven't thought of it earlier, you know I don't mind pets." He said shrugging. "Still, thank you. I wanted this for so long." Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. He kissed your forehead, muttering a "good night", contentment filling his heart for the new addition to your little family.

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honeyoongiah · 4 years ago

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Curtains

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Neighbour! Taehyung AU, fluff, angst, smut

Words: 6.3k

Warnings: mention of harassment, explicit sex

Summary: You just moved out to study in another city when you met your new neighbour Taehyung. You instantly feel connected to him, but somehow life just doesn’t stop getting in your way.

A/N: This is an older piece but I love it. I had to translate it before I could post it because I wrote it in german originally. And since I had a chance now, I edited it a bit. Enjoy!

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" - "Your plane is departing soon, get in this damn taxi now!" I laughed and pushed my mother out the door. Her eyes were still glaring at me with concern while trying to get free. "I can always book a new flight."

"Mom no, go now. I'm an adult, I can do this.", I said and gestured how tall I am already. "First of all you are only 22. And you live alone now! That's a big step. You were never very long or far away from me. In my eyes you'll always be my little one."

I hugged my mother one last time and kissed her cheek. "Now go. Tell me when you land and greet my siblings. And thanks again for helping me out so much. Are you sure I shouldn't bring you to the airport?" - "Yes I'm sure darling and don't thank me, I'll always be there to help you. I'll call you from home then!"

I watched my mother for a while until I closed the door of my new house and leaned against it from the inside. I really moved out now and my new home was not exactly around the corner. But I was lucky with this place, it's a beautiful estate and close to my university.

I walked straight up to my refrigerator in the kitchen because my stomach grumbled. A glance at the clock told me that their war had been a while since my mom and I ate breakfast and I hoped she wasn't starving on her way right now.

My eyes looked right into a yawning void and I sighed in frustration as I didn't feel like going shopping now. In the end, I would have no other choice. It was Saturday and if I didn't have food for today, I'll definitely stay hungry tomorrow.

I ran upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my handbag that was placed on the bedside table and opened it. Phone, key, wallet. Everything inside. I took a quick look in the mirror and checked whether my pigtail was still sitting properly and pulled it again.

Then I ran back down the stairs and left my house, of course not without locking the door. I got in my car and started the engine. Less than 10 minutes later I stood in the parking lot of a grocery store and slammed my car door. With quick steps I entered the building and looked around. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, I could already hear my bed calling for me.

After my bulk shopping was done and I paid an inhuman sum at the cash register, I had a hard time carrying it all to the car. Somehow I had made it and dropped the whole bags into my trunk. After I drove back and parked in my garage, I threw myself into my seat in frustration as I remembered how many heavy bags I would have to carry inside now.

Come on, it doesn't take that long I tried to cheer myself up and forced myself to get out and go to my trunk again. I was able to carry the first 3 bags and just got the key out of my door when a small husky stared at me with an innocent look. "Um..." I got out of a urge to react as if the dog could answer me. I almost dropped the bags, but I was able to put them down in time and crouched down.

"Well, who are you?" I asked and the dog cocked his head to the side. I held out my hand and waited for him to come closer to sniff it. Who knew if he had not experienced traumatic and maybe attacked when I act too harshly.

Slowly the husky puppy padded towards me and nestled his head on my hand. I started to stroke him properly and his tail back and forth happily. "Snowball?" I turned around, but at first I couldn't find who this dark voice belonged to. "Snowball? Snowball where are you?"

Then the little one in front of me responded to these calls with even more wagging his tail. "I guess you're Snowball, right?" He barked loudly and I giggled. "Snowball?" Slowly he padded past me to his owner, I turned and looked up into two brown eyes that pierced mine.

We just looked at each other for a few seconds until I finally woke up from my rigidity and got up. "Um, hi. I'm y/n, I just moved in here." - "I'm Kim Taehyung and I live in the house next door.", said the other person while pointing to his house and grinning shyly. I returned the grin and looked over. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm sorry if Snowball scared or annoyed you. He just ran away when I wanted to get the mail in and I couldn't catch him straight away and then he already was out of my sight.", He laughed and scratched his neck nervously.

"Oh, no problem. I love dogs and Snowball is really cute.", I replied honestly and looked down at him again. "Okay, then I'm relieved. Still sorry and thank you for taking care of him. I don't want to bother you any longer."

His eyes fell on the shopping bags by the door and he looked back at me. "Do you need help carrying it in?"- "Oh ah no, it's okay. I'll be fine," I said, waving my arms around in the air.

"Sure? It's not a problem for me to lend a hand."

His long brown-gray hair fell into his eyes and he ran his fingers elegantly through them while his eyes continued to look at me. „I am sure these aren‘t the only bags, if you just moved in here. Come on, let me help you.“

I gave up and nodded. Taehyung's smile widened immediately and he nodded back in confirmation. "The rest is in the trunk. I go and open the door already, so Snowball won't run away again."

Taehyung let Snowball into my house and carried the 3 bags from the front of my door to the kitchen, then he came to my garage and took as many bags as he could carry.

"I can take some too," I muttered, but he just shook his head and walked back inside my house.

I locked the car and the garage, then I followed him.

"Should I help you unpack, too?"

"No no, that would really be too much to ask for. Thanks for your help, would you like some coffee?", I walked over to my machine and looked at him questioningly. "Oh no, I don't want to bother you."

"It’s totally fine and besides you just helped me and I want to give you something back." - "Well if you insist then it would be my pleasure.", I nodded contentedly and let the coffee machine do its work while I leaned against the counter. "So why did you move here?"

"I am here for my studies, the university is just around the corner. I also always wanted to be independent as early as possible." Taehyung nodded and surveyed the facility. "Everything is already ready here."

"My mother was here and helped me with everything. She flew back this morning."

"Do you miss her already?" - "I didn’t get to that part yet, to be honest. Since she's gone, I've only been grocery shopping, nothing more." I laughed and Taehyung joined in. We talked about our life for a while and I found out that he studied at the university like me and that he had lived here alone for a few years. Unlike my family, his family lived near him, only that he still didn't see them too often. They didn't have a particularly close relationship. He had Snowball only for a few weeks and he made him really happy, even if it brought him into all kinds of problematic situations.

"I'll be gone then too, my girlfriend is probably wondering where I am," he explained to me with a smile and went to the door. A part of me was really sad that he was apparently in firm hands. "Thanks again for your help."

"Thanks for the coffee. If you need something, just come over."

I closed the door, started to put my groceries in the fridge and finally made myself something to eat. Later my mother called me and told me that she had arrived safely but would fly back at any time if I needed anything. With a laugh I declined her offer and we hung up. I spent most of the following evenings curled up on my sofa watching some trivial series on TV before my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep. One night I heard someone shouting and winced. I slowly opened my eyes and was startled because I was not used to the surroundings.

I switched on the light and turned the television off. Is someone arguing? So loud in the middle of the night? I decided to go to my bedroom after going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Shortly after I entered my room and wanted to open the window when I noticed that I could look perfectly into the room across the street. Two people faced each other and seemed pretty angry. I could see that one of them is probably Taehyung and that the woman with him must have been his girlfriend.

She raised her hand and landed directly on his cheek. I flinched in surprise, but Taehyung kept a straight face. He said something else to her that I didn't understand and she left the room. Still staring in shock, I stared over until his eyes met mine and I felt caught.

You don't stalk people just like that, I thought and I blushed. Taehyung just smiled and shaped a sorry with his lips. I shook my head to signal that he didn't have to apologize for anything and he nodded.

I smiled goodbye to him again and then pulled my curtains shut. Apparently he was having a fight with his girlfriend. I hoped that would settle down soon and went to bed. A few weeks passed and I met Taehyung a few times at the university and in front of the house. I found out that he had broke up with his girlfriend and he apologized again for waking me up.

I also got to know the first people and made a few contacts. A boy named Jimin seemed to be particularly interested in me and he invited me to dinner. I thought why not? and agreed. He was really attractive and friendly, you could talk to him well, so I was looking forward to my date. On that day the doorbell rang and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Jimin wanted to be here in an hour? I wasn't done with getting ready yet. I trudged to the door and found Taehyung. "Hey, I wanted to ask, if you would like to see a movie or something today? I cooked and there would be something for you too." In fact, I would have liked this, but I was already appointed. "I'm sorry, I'm busy today. Next time?"

Taehyung was visibly disappointed but he smiled anyway. "No problem, what are you doing?" Somehow it was uncomfortable for me to tell Taehyung that I was on a date, but it couldn't be avoided. "I'm having dinner with Jimin, I think you know him." His eyes widened and he looked away in shame. "Oh oh yes, I know Jimin. He is really nice. I wish you a good time." We said goodbye and I got ready for my date. It was really nice, Jimin picked me up and opened all the doors for me, adjusted my chair and even paid. He was really courteous and gracious but also funny.

We stopped at my front door to say goodbye. "I enjoyed my evening with you, y/n." Jimin smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head. "I thought it was very nice too." I admitted honestly and he smiled brighter. But something was missing. Jimin slowly reached down to me, watching my reaction closely and resting his forehead on mine. When I didn't move away, he gently put his lips on mine and I returned the kiss. We quickly broke apart and Jimin said goodbye for today.

This was followed by some dates, some kisses and at some point we were a couple.

"Do you want to go out today, honey?" He asked as he hugged me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder as I made myself a tea. "I don't care, we can stay here as long as we are together." I replied and got a kiss on the head. "You are so adorable."

Jimin was really the perfect boyfriend and I enjoyed being close. Spending time with him was pure relaxation for me and yet I couldn't help feeling that I was missing something. But I didn't tell him, I didn't want to hear it myself and gave everything to be a good girlfriend to him. We sat on the sofa and I leaned against him. He immediately put an arm around me and put my cup on the table. "Hey, I wanted to drink it now!" I laughed.

Jimin leaned down to me and pressed his soft lips against mine. I sighed contentedly and he grinned into our kiss. "It makes me so happy to make you happy."

"You poet." I giggled and united our lips again. Just as he was about to lean over me, the doorbell rang. Jimin already had his lower lip out formed to a pout and I laughed. "I‘ll go."

Jimin got up and arrived at the front door in a few steps. "Oh, hey Tae. What's up?" Immediately I became clairaudient and got up to go to the door. I stood next to Jimin, who automatically put his hand around my waist. Tae's gaze immediately fell on it and I felt an uneasy feeling. "I-I just cooked too much again and wanted to bring something over. So you are together now?"

Jimin and I nodded, he definitely more vigorously than me. Taehyung put on a false smile and nodded. "I'm happy for you. Then you can eat it together, it'll be enough for two people." If it was enough for two, half was definitely not for Jimin and I felt bad to have canceled again when Taehyung indirectly asked me to meet. We said goodbye and I watched Tae walk down the stairs until Jimin closed the door. "Delicious food." Jimin murmured as he greedily examined the baking pan and I had to laugh.

Time flew and two years passed by quickly. Taehyung and I saw each other every now and then, when I was jogging and he went for a walk with Snowball. Who, by the way, had already become huge. Sometimes we were even grocery shopping at the same time. I also saw him go to bed every night because our bedrooms were facing each other and we always went around the same time to close the curtains. It was like a ritual. Neither of us mentioned it and neither said it was intentional, but we both knew we were eagerly waiting for 10 p.m. to finally be able to walk to the curtains and smile at each other least a few seconds a day.

After two years of relationship, I broke up with Jimin. He was a perfect boyfriend but he wasn't... perfect for me. The feeling that I was missing something grew bigger and bigger and echoed loudly in my head. I couldn't go on like this. Jimin was hurt, but understanding as expected. Again I met Taehyung while jogging, but this time I wouldn't just keep walking with a smile. I stopped, to mine and to his amazement. "Hey, Taehyung. We haven't talked in a long time," I said kindly.

"That's right, how are you doing right now?"

"Oh, it's okay so far, there's a lot going on right now," I replied. Please ask about Jimin, it shot through my head and I was scared of myself. Why did I want that? "Yes, the university is troubling us all. How's Jimin?" Yes! "I don't know, we broke up," I said, and I could have sworn to see a quick smile on his lips. "I'm sorry, you were together a long time." I nodded. "It was my decision. Something was missing," I emphasized. "Sometimes there are things that aren‘t meant to be and sometimes you have it right in front of you and you don't recognize it." he said absently and avoided eye contact.

We said goodbye and I thought about his words. Was he thinking about us? What would have been if he had not been taken or if it wasn’t directly after his breakup? What if his invitation had come a tick earlier? Would I have been with Jimin at all? I soon decided to cook too and bring him something over there. In fact, I still had one of his baking tins and decided to make a potato casserole.

But the university tore at my nerves and I couldn't find any time. Taehyung always seemed tired and stressed when I saw him in the evening or met him at the post office. Finally, half a year later, when I still hadn't given him his shape back, maybe just to be able to do this, I found the time and cooked for us. All day I was happy that it finally worked and something inside of me tingled with excitement. The thought of eating and talking with Taehyung, maybe laughing, gave me goose bumps and a pleasant warmth ran through my stomach.

I never had that with Jimin.

Humming happily, I cooked my casserole and looked proud at my work when I took it out of the oven. I let it cool down a bit and ran upstairs to choose something to wear.

Simple or a little bit more prettied up? We would only eat, but I still wanted to look good.

I entered my bedroom and automatically looked over into his.

My smile immediately disappeared when I realized that he was standing there with a girl and kissed her soulfully as they moved towards the bed. My stomach tightened but I couldn't look away. He held her face with one hand and with the other he pulled her closer to his waist.

She had buried her fingers in his hair and was playing with them.

I seemed to have been too noticeable because a few seconds later he broke away from her and looked in my direction. Just in time I could pretend to get my cell phone off the bed and disappear.

Before I left the room I looked over again. He had turned back to her and probably hadn't noticed that I had seen her. I sadly went down the stairs and wondered what I wanted to do alone with so much casserole. Then I just had something to eat for two days, I thought to myself, but I couldn't just keep it. It was meant for him and he should get it.

I got out a pen and a small piece of paper and wrote a message.

"Sorry for bringing over your cake tray so late. The casserole is for you and your girlfriend. Sorry, I didn't want to stalk! ~ y/n" I packed the form in aluminum foil and stuck the note on it. I quickly put on my shoes and ran the few meters over to put it in front of his door. Then I went back inside and threw myself on the sofa in frustration. Some things shouldn't be. At 10pm I went to my curtains as usual, but for the first time in 3 years, his curtains were closed.

The next morning I walked to my mailbox, but this time I saw no Taehyung.

I glanced at his front door. The casserole was definitely no longer there. But between my letters I found a small piece of paper. "The casserole was great, but not necessary! Thank you (^ o ^)" He did not go into the matter with his girlfriend, which is not surprising.

With a sigh I packed the remaining letters and ran back into the house.

The weeks passed and tests were pending. I hardly left my house, tried to focus as best I could. But Taehyung always managed to sneak into my thoughts and I tugged my hair I should have noticed earlier that I wanted more. Already at the first meeting I noticed that there was something. But he had a girlfriend. Then I had a boyfriend. The university also consumed a lot of time and now he seemed to be taken again.

He lives next door and is still so far away.

Another few weeks passed and Taehyung didn't come to the window regularly at 10pm. Maybe once or twice a week I saw him grinning at me through the window.

I always smiled back in a friendly way, but I was sad inside. I should just get over it and be happy myself again. After all, I had separated from Jimin over half a year ago. The university had planned a big prom after the exams and I tried to be happy and not to think that Taehyung would probably bring his new girlfriend there.

I got some invitations for this evening, but I didn't really feel like any of them. Everyone was really nice, but that's just not enough. Nevertheless, I accepted Haesung's invitation and he picked me up at 8pm. He drove us to the location and even looked really good in a suit.

We talked casually and entered the room.

The large hall was dipped in a soft blue and the furnishings matched perfectly. My dress was also color-coordinated, because the motto had already been announced. "Would you like a drink?" my date for this eveing asked, but I didn't feel like alcohol today. "No thanks." He got some of the alcohol-free punch for both of us, because he still had to drive. We talked and drank until my eyes fell on the door that someone was opening.

His suit looked great and my face immediately turned a light red.

To my surprise he was alone, without any company. His eyes roamed the room as if he was looking for something and finally met mine. We just looked at each other until he started eyeing me and my dress and smiled shyly. I blushed but smiled back. His smile was really heartwarming and it made my stomach tingle again. He looked over at Haesung and his eyes changed from shy to worried. What was going through his mind?

"y/n? Are you listening at all?"

Haesung pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I just noticed my neighbor." Haesung nodded and we continued the conversation.

My eyes fell briefly on the door again, but Taehyung was no longer to be seen. Well understandable, who liked standing in the door frame all night. The evening was calm and relaxed, I was still looking for Tae but couldn't find him anywhere. Time passed and slowly I wanted to go back home. Nothing kept me here.

"Haesung, I'm pretty tired. Would you mind if we left now?" I asked with puppy eyes.

You could see the disappointment, but he nodded and we walked back to the car. I searched for Taehyung one last time, but I still couldn't find him. Maybe he was home already?

The journey was quiet, there was silence between us but that was fine with me. I didn't really feel like talking to him anymore.

He walked me to the door and I tried to say goodbye, but Haesung supported himself on my front door with his hand and narrowed me down. "Can't I get a good night kiss?" He said, and I got a bad feeling about it. "Haesung please go now," I tried to say in a strong voice. He frowned. "But babe, we haven't gotten to the fun part yet." - "Haesung it is enough, I don't want that." I said with tremor in my voice this time and clenched my hands into fists to calm down. "Oh come on, I can still convince you. You will have fun."

Haesung moved closer and I was getting ready for the worst, but just before his face was close enough to mine, he was pulled back by the shoulder and stumbled a few steps back. "Fuck off Tae, this has nothing to do with you." Haesung said, visibly pissed off and tried to get out of his grip, but Taehyung gripped harder and harder. "No means no haesung and if you don't leave now and stay away from y/n in the future, you and I will have a problem." Taehyung said coldly and pierced Haesung with a look of death.

"Alright alright, I'm leaving," he muttered and went to his car.

Relief spread through me and I leaned against the door with a sigh. "Thanks Tae, it would have turned out badly without you." - "Nothing to thank me for. I was worried when I saw him with you, he has always been a guy who knows no boundaries. That's why I kept an eye on you and that didn't seem to be a mistake. Besides, you didn't seem really interested in him?", the last one came out half as a question and he cocked his head slightly.

"I thought he was nice and I didn't want to go to prom alone." I answered honestly and shrugged. "I would have invited you.” Taehyung murmured, looking at everything but me, hoping I didn't hear it. I did however. "I thought you were going with your girlfriend." I said, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Exactly, I wanted to talk to you about that too. I have no girlfriend, where does that idea come from?" I thought back to the day I cooked for us and then saw him in the room with this woman. How he kissed her and pushed her towards the bed. My stomach turned. "I saw you in your room with a woman, and judging by what you were about to do, it looked very intimate." I replied embarrassed, playing with my fingers.

Taehyung thought for a moment, but then widened his eyes and blushed.

"I-I ... that wasn't my girlfriend. I just got to know her back then and … ah doesn't matter, it was a huge mistake. So you thought she was my girlfriend ever since?" He threw his head back and sighed heavily. "Don’t worry about it! You are grown up and can do whatever you want." I tried to calm him down, but he just shook his head. "You're right about that, but that was never what I wanted. No matter it's late, you should go to sleep. By the way, you look really gorgeous in this dress. Good night." he said and disappeared.

I unlocked my front door and warm air flowed towards me. I ran upstairs and saw Tae lying on his bed and running his hand through his hair while looking frustrated. I ran to my closet and dug out a long top because I didn't like to sleep in pants, and went to the bathroom to change. I could have just closed my curtains, but I didn't want to lose the chance to see Tae's face again. Who knew when the next time would be. I took off my make-up and changed my clothes. When I ran back to my room Taehyung was still there, but now he was sitting and resting his head on his knees with his hands. He probably hadn't noticed that I could see him yet.

For a few minutes I watched him go through his hair, check his cell phone briefly and throw himself back on the bed in frustration again. Then I decided to offer him his privacy and pulled my curtains shut. Another few weeks passed and our evening ritual was revived. We met and went jogging again often, sometimes we even ate together at the university. Finally it seemed to be going uphill. But fate was simply not on our side. I noticed that there has been an unusual amount of noise coming from his house lately and his bedroom looked emptier than usual. What was he up to? Renovation work? I didn't get to ask him, because the next day he was already at my door and handed me a small piece of paper. "I'm going to do a few semesters abroad. I can't be here anymore, but that's my number, if you need something or want to talk, just contact me.", He was still there until I finished saving his number but after that he wanted to turn back and go immediately.

No no no! I couldn't let something separate us again!

He was still walking along the path of my property when his cell phone rang.

He got it out of his pocket and took the call.

"Hello?"

"You said I should call when I need something. Don't go away, I need you." I spoke bravely into my cell phone, my hand trembled and I was ready to get the brush-off. A tear rolled down my cheek but I just ignored it. Taehyung continued to stand with his back in my direction for a few seconds, which felt like hours, but then finally turned to me and waöked towards me with huge steps. "I've been waiting for so long," he said before taking my face in his hands and meld our lips. I sighed contentedly and put my arms around his neck, pulling him further down towards me. He pushed me into the house and kicked the door shut. His hands moved from my face to my hip, where he pulled me closer and I moaned in surprise.

I buried my fingers in his long hair and scratched his neck. In response, he gave a low grumble and pushed me against the wall. "I've wanted to do this ever since I met you," he whispered against my lips as we briefly separated from each other due to lack of air. His eyes shone and I lost myself in them. He grabbed my butt and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. Again he pushed me against the wall and rubbed against me as he spread a thousand kisses on my neck. I cocked my head and took a deep breath when he touched a sensitive area with his soft lips.

"Found it.", He murmured contentedly and started sucking on it. I moaned softly and clawed into his back. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again, to memorize his taste. I grabbed his face and turned it back to me, didn't hesitate for a second and reunited our mouths. Taehyung pushed me a little more against the wall and grabbed my butt a bit harder.

He bit my lip lightly and I slightly opened my mouth when I moaned, which he immediately took advantage of and also united our tongues. It was a struggle for dominance that I would clearly lose. Slowly I felt something hard between my legs and gasped in surprise.

"Sorry, if that's too quick for you, we can stop too...", Taehyung said out of breath, still very close to my face. His breath tickled warmly on my swollen lips and I didn't even think about ending this. In response, I pulled him closer to me again and pulled his shirt up a bit on his back. Taehyung grinned and we pulled away from the wall so he could carry me upstairs.

In the meantime, I worked on his neck and left my love bites everywhere.

When we arrived in my bedroom, he threw me on the bed and immediately leaned over me to focus on my neck again. "I’m so damn attracted to you. I crave you." he growled in his deep voice against my skin as his hands slowly moved under my top and explored my body. He quickly pulled it over my head and looked at me for a while. "Taehyung what are you doing?" - "I'm trying to catch every detail of you." he answered, leaning back down to me. His lips wandered down my neck to my cleavage and opened my bra with his hands. It felt like his hands and lips were everywhere at the same time, my skin burned hot in the places he touched. The comfortable tingle in my abdomen became stronger and I gasped when Tae had reached my pants.

As he continued to spread gentle kisses on my stomach, he opened my pants and threw them carelessly across the room. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it down to my pants. He took my panties off with his teeth and licked his lips while he examined my now completely exposed body. It was uncomfortable to show myself so naked, but his lustful gaze on me felt good. He climbed up to me again and we kissed passionately as he ran his fingertips over my body. I reached for his belt, which I had successfully opened after some fiddling, and tried to open the button.

But unexpectedly, Taehyung let his fingers disappear between my legs and I groaned loudly. He grinned into our kiss and playfully bit my lip. "Taehyung-ah, I can't concentrate like this..." I tried to make no noise while still trying to open his button. He let go of me briefly to take off his pants himself and I stared at the bulge that could no longer be overlooked. Again he kissed my body until he got between my legs and gently sucked marks on my thighs. "You don't have to concentrate on anything, baby. Just let yourself fall." he said seductively, his lips touching my clit lightly and driving me crazy.

Shortly afterwards, a pleasant sensation ran through my whole body and I moaned loudly when I could feel Taehyungs tongue. "Tae-Taehyung..." was the only thing that could leave my mouth, my hips started moving by themselves and I closed my eyes. The fact that I moaned his name only made him move his tongue faster and harder while he began to use his fingers. He pushed two inside of me, no time to adjust but I didn’t need it anyway. I clawed my hand in the sheet and buried the other in his hair, which exerted slight pressure on his head. Just when I was almost at the limit to cum, he stopped and I looked down at him in surprise. I whined at the loss of contact when he removed his fingers.

"I want to come with you, baby." he gave me as an explanation and I quickly nodded. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel him inside of me. I’ve waited for this for so long that I was almost nervous.He stripped off his boxer shorts and leaned over me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked deep into his brown eyes, which I fell in love with at first sight. "Taehyung, I love you," I said, smiling, and Tae's look looked surprised.

"I love you too, (y/n). Finally you're mine.", he answered lovingly while entering me slowly.

I moaned deeply when I felt his length inside of me. This time I needed a few seconds to adjust, but Taehyung was patient and kissed my neck while he waited for my okay to move. I still felt like I could cum any minute, him stretching me out and his soft lips on my neck while his hands stroked my body drove me crazy. As he started to suck on my nipples I got impatient and whined. “Please move. I want to feel it.”

Taehyung groaned in response and moved his hips back and forth, his eyes not leaving mine. “I love how you look right now. God you’re so beautiful.”, he whispered to me and I blushed, not able to give him an answer, the pleasure too much for my brain to form words.

My fingers were buried in his hair as I moved my hips in sync with his. We both moaned louder when he started to thrust a bit harder, revealing how needy he really was. “T-Taehyung it feels so good I’m close.”, I whimpered, now scratching his neck and gaining a low groan in response. “I can feel it gorgeous, you’re clenching around me. It feels amazing.”, he answered and bit my neck softly. “Cum with me.”

His words sent me over the edge, the pleasure running through my veins as I moaned loudly. Shortly after I could feel that Taehyung was close as well, only a few thrusts away from filling me. I touched his body and marked his neck where I discovered he liked it the most and helped him cumming as well. “God you’re incredible.”, was the first thing he said after pulling me close into his arms. I chuckled and kissed his chest. “I’ve never felt like this.”

“Me neither.”, I whispered and looked up to him. “Are you really going to stay here with me?”

Taehyung nodded fastly and kissed my forehead. “I won’t let anything or anyone come between us. We wasted way too much time the past years and I think we need to catch up on that.” I nodded and sighed in relief. Taehyung wouldn’t leave me. We finally found each other and wouldn’t let go again. “I love you.”, he said lovingly and I smiled. “I love you too, from the very first moment I did and I’ll never stop.”

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automatic-external-defibrillator · 3 years ago

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alright well I'm days late and a number of dollars (and words) short, but @maebe-later I'm your secret Santa! so here's bench trio fluff :>

When Tommy found himself outside his house again, he didn’t know what to do. No one really… cared about him after they all found out he was alive again. He’s pretty sure he heard from Ranboo that Phil and Techno didn’t even believe he’d died.

He’s alive now, at least. Sam came for him, and Dream’s still in prison, so he’s at least safe from that.

For now, his mind supplies.

Maybe he should just… stay hidden in his house. Disappear, even. No one cared about him before, no one cares about him now, and it seems like no one will care about him in the future. The oak doors to his hobbit hole creaked open from disuse. He’d thrown Connor out the other day, leaving his home relatively empty for the past day and a half.

He walked further in and promptly collapsed on his bed. He’s not sure how long he stayed there, partially asleep, when he heard the all-too-familiar sound of Tubbo’s knock on the door. (He has a very distinct knock, okay? No one could replicate it if they tried.)

Tommy groaned and dragged himself off the rickety, red bed of his, then opened the door. Tubbo stood there, as expected, and had Ranboo leaning over his shoulder, looking down at Tommy. Tubbo grinned widely and barged right into Tommy’s house as soon as he registered Tommy standing there. Ranboo offered a sheepish smile from behind the shorter one, wordlessly apologizing for their husband’s antics.

Yeah… that was another thing Tommy missed in his two days of being dead. Tubbo had apparently gone off and gotten married. To the cowardly minutes man of L’Manburg. Tommy didn’t even know the two were friends, let alone close enough to get married.

That’s beside the point right now, though.

Tommy took the full force of Tubbo’s weight barreling into him with an ‘oof’.

“Bossman!” Tubbo shouted, burying his face in Tommy’s torso. Tommy hugged back.

“Hey, Tubso.” Tommy could hear the tiredness in his voice as he said that. Ranboo gave him a look.

“Are you- um, sor-sorry if this is intrusive, but are you okay?” they asked, voice pitching up at the end. “We were- we were worried.” A pause. “About you.”

Tommy nodded minutely, yet Ranboo didn’t look convinced. Tubbo squeezed him tighter.

“You scared us so bad, bossman,” Tubbo said, voice wet. “Never do that to us, to me, again.” He looked up at Tommy, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Tommy could feel his own eyes start to water. “It’s not that simple, big man,” he responded softly. “I didn’t ask to be beaten to death. Dream- he has his own plan apparently. I wanted nothing to do with it.” Something warm and wet dripped down his cheek.

Ranboo gently pushed the two further into the little home and closed the door behind them. “Tubbo, do you think we could, um, move to the bed, maybe? Just sit down for a minute?” they asked hesitantly. Tubbo nodded, releasing Tommy from his hold momentarily.

“Y-yeah, Boo, we can- we can do that,” Tubbo answered. He furiously blinked away the tears from his eyes. “We could all use a moment.”

Ranboo let out a short “mhm, mhm” in agreement, moving over to anxiously perch on the edge of Tommy’s twin bed. Tommy sat down on the bed, closer to the pillow, and Tubbo quickly buried himself back into Tommy’s side.

Tommy would never admit this out loud, but… the contact was nice. He’d missed this in limbo. Not much to feel in an infinite void of darkness. Not much except maybe despair and unending depression. Sure, Wilbur was there, but he was more focused on his solitaire games than giving hugs.

He’s not sure when, but Tubbo managed to wrap Ranboo into their impromptu cuddle pile. Tommy can’t say that he’s too mad about it, though. He missed his friends, despite all his complaining otherwise.

He let himself melt into his friend’s embraces and enjoyed the warmth they provided. He slept peacefully for the first time since his resurrection.

Apologies that it's only 700ish words. I know the requirement was 1k+, but it ended so nicely I couldn't continue it 😔 Happy holidays!

#bench trio #dsmp #mcyt #fanfic

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gloomyhearts · 4 years ago

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter six~ the dark eternity

people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.

After years will everything keep the same?

Luke patterson x oc

Something in between 1995 and 2020

Sabrina had the power to switch from the darkness into the reality since the band had their first rehearsal a week after her passing. The girl didn't know why or how she does this but she's sure nobody else was capable to do so. Due to this she hadn't lost her track of time unlike the boys. She's was relieved that she could escape the crying of her older brother, couldn't really imagine how exhausted Luke and Reggie must have been.

The blonde was afraid to face the boys again, she heard them talking about that they should try to find her, she thought about going to Alex when Luke and Reggie were asleep or walking around in the void.

One night, it should be night thought Alex he felt a hand on his arm, the hand as cold as ice, there was only one person.

"Will?" His voice raspy.

"It's alright" she lay down beside him, her arms wrapped around his torso, finally feeling him again.

"I thought you were gone" he turns in her grip, 'why is it dark here I want to see her' his thoughts overflowing.

"I'd never leave you Lexi" she kissed his forehead and pulling him tight.

"I'll find a way to get you out of here" she reassured.

"I.. just don't leave me alone" Alex let out loud sobs. Her thump stroke his cheek dry. A tear escaped her eye as well.

Sabrina didn't respond just hold him and run her hand through his hair.

The blonde girl left her brother as he fell asleep without meeting the other two ones.

Alex promised her not to tell the boys and he'd never break one to her.

One day Sabrina went to the beach and began to surf, actually she'd surf at night so no one would she her yet today she changed her mind.

The sun burned on her skin even though she wasn't alive anymore. She wore her turquoise bikini again. The board had stickers of flowers on the surface.

Water drops forming on every inch of her body, sparkling in the sun.

Suddenly she heard people shouting in her direction although there wasn't any other soul out there.

They couldn't mean me

A really huge wave made her way to the girl and she decided she'll surf it that's for sure.

Halfway through the bow the shouts growing louder, sounding like cheers.

'That's not possible'

As the board reached the shallow area she hoped off and swam the rest. Obviously she could poof out the water and be at the beach again but it wasn't the same. She loved feeling the water around her as well as floating in it.

"Excuse me but this was stunning" a tall, skinny raven haired boy said.

"Hm.. what?" She tugged nervously on her earlobe.

"That was incredible" another boy shouted into her direction.

"Well thank you" a shyly smile on her lips.

Then she was invisible again.

'What the hell?'

Sabrina noticeably overwhelmed by the interaction. She sat down on the ground, her thoughts racing, her heartbeats and breaths increasing.

'This is too much'

The next second everything around her was dark again and she was back in safety.

"Will?" She must've thought about Alex.

"I--I was at the beach.. and" she breathed sharply.

"I surfed and people seemed to see me, they actually could see me"

"Wait, really? How, I mean how's that possible. I- that's awesome. You can continue to surf and become a champion." His arm around her shoulder, he kissed the top of her head.

She shook her head which was now resting against his shoulder.

"It's your passion, Will. I'm not accepting this" he argued.

"That's too risky. I want to get you out of here, A." Sabrina doesn't call him often like that because when she does it's a serious matter.

"Sabrina" he teased rolling his eyes.

She stucked her tongue into his direction although he didn't saw it.

#charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie fic #jatp fanfic #jatp luke #jatp x oc #jatpluke #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #julieandthephantomsimagine #luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson fanfiction #luke x oc #luke patterson fic

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brokenheartedbutbeautiful · 4 years ago

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Mental pain, Physical pain, where's the difference?

Depression, Anxiety, a constant battle of the mind!

Depression and Anxiety, a constant fight to stay alive

They're always find ways to bring me down, to make me hurt

I'll always try to find ways to counteract them, to stay alive

Being alive inside? That's harder then most people realise!

When people ask me "Are you ok?" "Are you all right?"

I grit my teeth, lying straight through them, saying "I'm fine"

They always believe my facade and walk away carefree

Not knowing or seeing, I'm slowly breaking down inside

Sometimes I look up and pray to the moon

Begging and pleading for my life to be over soon

Because I know the world would be better off without me

Without me running around, causing problems for everyone

I didn't ask to be born this way! I didn't ask to be born as this!

I didn't ask to be diagnosed with multiple different problems!

I didn't ask to be bullied! I didn't ask to have nightmares!

I DIDN'T ASK TO BE TORMENTED FOR SOMETHING I LIKED!

My Depression is like sturdy glass, solid see through bricks

No matter how hard I punch to break, smash or even dent it

With bloodied, bruised and broken fists, it doesn't break at all

It just stands there, my blood staining it's walls, mocking me

Daring me to punch it again, knowing I'm in pain everywhere

It doesn't care about my pain, it feeds from it and craves it

I'm in pain everywhere in my mind, not on my body

Depression's pain will always be mental, till made physical.

Cuts, scratches, easily done to turn mental pain physical

I had a mental breakdown, I turned numb, emotionless, void

Like my emotions had been turned off, at the wrong time

I've started feeling detached from them since then

They are there, they're just harder to reach, harder to touch

My only remaining emotions are sadness, anger and fear

They're easier to clasp onto, like they're my ghostly remains

The ghostly remains of my mental and emotional stability

I can bearly manage to clasp onto good, positive emotions

Love, happiness, hope, they're more harder then I realised

Harder to get, harder to hold on to, harder to keep there

But they are the easiest emotions to let go of, to lose

Apologising for everything I do, I know I shouldn't yet I do

The words just spill out, even when I try to stop them, I can't

My fists still on the glass, faceless others on the other side

I beg for help, they just stand there, pointing, laughing at me

Every night, it becomes harder and harder to fall asleep

Every time I close my eyes, they are there, pointing, laughing

Every night, it's a nightmare, a good dream is very rare

When a good dream does come, I don't let go of it.

The faceless people shout at me, laughing at me flinching

They laugh because I always flinch when people shout

I've been rejected so many times in life, I've gotten used to it

It's gotten easier to put a fake smile, because it's believable

On the outside I smile, but I'm smiling through the pain.

On the outside I laugh, but I'm laughing through my tears

On the inside I scream, screaming for help that never comes

On the inside I cry, crying for someone who won't appear.

People say they know me, have they looked past my eyes?

Have the looked into my eyes, to see the pain I'm in?

Have they noticed my silent pleads for help?

Have they noticed how much I've become drained?

No they haven't, they never have and probably never will

Sometimes during the night, I wake up with tears in my eyes

I don't wake anyone up, I don't wanna feel like a burden

I am emotionally paralysed for the next days, maybe weeks

I didn't ask to have nightmares, almost every night!

I didn't ask to be awoken by having a mental breakdown!

I didn't ask to almost, always be on the edge of crying!

I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THAT, YET I'VE HAVE THEM!

My emotions are like a slow fading, blinking light

They slowly fade, slowly blink out and in of existence

Before they slowly go into the dark, into pitch black nothing

They slowly die, one by one before I feel nothing no emotion

I still sometimes have that one recurring nightmare

I still dream that I'm hanging there, rope around my neck

My neck black, purple and blue, scratches bleeding out

My left wrist cut wide open, flowing like a rushing river

My dreams are getting more and more vivid, I can feel them

I can see them, I can hear them, they are becoming worse

I'm coughing from where the rope was around my neck

1st of August is getting closer, I'm scared because of it

A past isn't something you should be afraid of

It isn't something you shouldn't keep locked up inside

My past has always been one I'm not entirely proud of

I never opened up about it I'm scared of being seen as weak.

#Suicide #mental health #mental illness #deppresion #Anxiety #Suicidal thoughts #Spotify

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jetblackpayne · 5 years ago

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Dazed & confused

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summary: In which Arden Keaton (OC, half!witch, time traveller!from present) travels to 1984 to fix the timeline for the sake of her future. She’s left Dazed and Confused. BASED OFF RUELS SONG

warning(s): part of another series (aka i’m too lazy to write and wanna write this first), language, sexual situations.

a/n: this was rushed lol. lmk if i should change it to make it less choppy/spelling corrections. AND OR IF IT MAKES NO SENSE ILL CHAT YOU IN THE COMMENTS AND MAKE IT CLEAR!⚡️⚡️😁

key: italics = flashback

bold = arden’s thoughts

bold italics = others thoughts

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PART i.

Arden Keaton woke up with a sudden urge to vomit. Her head was spinning as her eyes began to well up with tears. What just happened? Why do I feel different? She woke up in Murder House as she normally would but something to her seemed off. What was once her bedroom coated in lilac walls and light carpeting against cherry wood floors was now white cracked paint and nails sticking out of the floorboards. More hazard, dangerous, and unkept then she remembered. What happened to this place? For some unknown reason, her mind kept trailing. She couldn’t call out for help or question to her family or to the ghosts why her room looked the way it did. She felt as though she didn’t belong. She couldn’t feel half of the souls trapped in this house as she did before. Her friends Tate not Violet we’re present. A pounding sound suddenly filled her ears from the thin walls echoing through the narrow halls. Her head snapped up in surprise as she walked out of her room. She walked along side the doors, attempting to feel some type of energy from the rooms. Her tracks stopped beneath of a room she had yet to explore, the attic. Her gaze travelled up the suspended ladder as her hands and feet hooked onto the ledge one at a time. When atop, her heart stopped when she found Nikki and Sam Argento, the two loudest ghosts in Murder House screwing each other like some sort of kinky ritual. The woman’s wrists tied to the bedpost in the attic as a knife trailed down her collarbone to cut the strap of her bra off.

Arden gasped. Her hands feeling weak at the sight. Arden felt her body draw from the only thing keeping her stable as she landed on the ground with a thud echoing throughout the house. The sound of meaning and pounding against the wall was silenced. The two stopped in thier moment with wide eyes, “Who’s there?” She heard Nikki yell from the top. Arden scrambled up and ran to the staircase trying to keep her footsteps quiet as possiable. Where is my family? She took out her phone to see her worst nightmare, ‘No Service.’ What is going on?

Arden deceased down the main staircase as quietly as she could. She didn’t know what was going on. She walked into what her family called the ‘family room’ and walked over to the television. Her head lowered as she started intensely at the picture box; goring almost with a palm stuck out. The TV began to flicker as the static became clear. Arden cocked an eyebrow in confusion, the signal usually was great; static was unusual for her to see. The televisions signal slightly cleared up with a grainy effect. *“James Keaton, a young man, age of 19, the youngest ever to graduate from MIT was at his weekly press conference last night. He had some shocking yet releaving information to share with the world.”* The women on the news channel spoke. Arden’s heart pace quickened hearing her fathers name being mentioned. This had to be some sort of prank. The bottom right corner of the screen made her heart drop; there was no way. June 13, 1984. She didn’t know what to think let alone say in this moment. Either I’ve seen the light, or i’m loosing my mind.. The channel finally cut to a new scene. It was her father when he was younger. Arden could distinctly remember the photos framed on the wall above the fireplace in thier old home and the ones mounted on the counters. She could have sworn she’d seen a picture of him in that exact moment. *He looked as if hewere glowing yet looked around at the press with a nervous glance. “I am the Iron man.” He spoke as the crowd went crazy. He then proceeded to sit down in his seat behind the podium. The scene cut to the woman again as she smiled, “Los Angeles has their very own superhero; and it’s James Keaton, genius, soon to be billionaire, also known as Iron Man. Clever name for a clever guy!* The television suddenly went black. Arden’s eyes glued on the void lingering in the still-air.

“What the hell are you doing in our house?!” Nikkis voice shouted from the top of the stairs. Arden’s heart dropped into her stomach as her mouth ran dry. The woman had on a silky bubblegum pink robe untied revealing her lingerie set to the teenager. Behind her was Sam. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” Arden spoke, “I’m not supposed to be here for another 35 years.” Arden stepped over to the staircase placing a nervous hand on the railing. Even the words that came out of her mouth cane as a shock. How was she so calm? “You see it might sound crazy but I fell asleep in 2019 and woke up here in 84. I don’t know what to do.” Arden didn’t feel guilty telling them. They were ghosts in her present house and she was sure they would remember her. “I didn’t mean any harm but I don’t know what to do. My parents are my age.” The couple exchanged glances. Arden read into their minds only to be thinking the same thing, What the hell? “I know what you’re thinking literally it might sound crazy—”

“The amount of shit we’ve seen going on in this house, nothing seems crazy anymore.” Nikki cut her off offering her a small smile. She returned the gesture with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. The couple were still in thier underwear behind the masks. “You don’t look too harmful to me.” she smirked walking down the stairs, “What’s your name?”

“Arden Keaton.”

“As in James Keaton?” Nikki stood stunned.

“In like 18 years time.”

“Bitchin” Sam spoke now beside his partner kissing her temple, “That’s your old man.”

Arden cringed at the term. She gave them a fake smile and snickered playing along, “Yep.”

“Well Arden,” Sam spoke looking down at her small frame, “If you’re gonna be here anyways, you can stay with us obviously.” Arden’s body shifted in slight discomfort. She knew what this couple was known for and being in the midst of that would be disturbing to say the least. “Don’t worry, we won’t keep you up all night with our noises.” He smirked at his significant other as she nibbled on the exposed skin on his neck. He sucked in a hitched breath as his eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Arden’s nose scrunched up, “I guess.”

“It’s settled then!” Nikki smiled again her.

Something to Arden didn’t make sense. Sure considering it is her house in 35 years, she should stay but in thier present time, it’s not. Why would they let her stay like it’s normal? “I’m sorry,” Arden spoke catching them in mid makeout session, “Why are you being so nice to me? I mean I woke up here, told you I was from the future, yet you treat me like i’m not crazy?”

“Like we mentioned, we live in the Murder House, nothing seems too crazy for us anymore.” Nikki wrapped a lazy arm around Sam. They smiled at the girl.

“Well.. t-thank you.” She stuttered a bit shaken up from what she found out.

“You seem tense.” Nikki pondered looking at Arden’s figure. Her shoulders were broadened, eyes diverted to the ground, and hands folded in front of her. “You need to let loose and I know just the thing.” Nikki ran over to the small closet near the front door. Rummaging through the racks she picked out two very bright workout outfits. She slung the two pieces over her shoulders and popped one hip out. To Arden, the outfits looked like a cry for attention; a good or bad cry was still being debated. “Were going to the aerobics studio!”

Arden tossed the woman a small smile. Maybe this would be good for me..

ii.

Sam stayed behind while Arden and Nikki were off to the studio. When they arrived, they went thier separate ways planning to meeting up later. Arden was currently stood in front of a full length mirror. On her body was one of the outfits Nikki gave her. The top was a hot pink bandeau under blue striped spandex suspenders. A buckle above her hips strapping over her belly button. "What the hell am I wearing?" Arden asked herself looking at herself. Her back arched as she looked at the leotard basically up her butt. She twirled amd reached her hands over her head in a semi-seductive way, admiring her look slightly, but she’d never admit it.

"A sexy aeroba-fit that will make all the guys pop a boner." A voice remarked behind her. Her gaze followed it to find a girl in her 20s if not Arden’s age, smirking in her direction. Her hair looked like she dyed and fried it too much. Her was face caked in makeup. She had on a leopard print leotard on; underneath were black leggings paired with platform boots. Interesting. “Don't worry, i'm not a les," The blonde spoke as she smacked her gum against her teeth smirking, "Just friendly." She beamed, "I'm Montana Duke by the way."

"Arden."

“You got a last name, Arden?” Montana challenged narrowing her brown eyes to the girl who stood a good few inches taller than her. Arden would have found her intimidating if she were weaker than her. She knew that wanst the case. She admired Montana Duke for her assertiveness and confidence. There was no way Arden introduce herself to anyone here without feeling awkward of it.

“Ke-” She thought for a moment noting a look of curiosity from the stranger across her. She couldn’t tell the girl her name. After all her father was famous for his now exposed identity for being a superhero and whatnot. The only reason why she told the overstimulated couple was because they once lives in her house; she would know them once she got back to present time as who was once living. Thier souls embodied in the wall of Murder House. She had no idea who this chick was. She couldn’t possibly trust her even if she held a knife to her throat. “Kline.” She firmly spoke.

“As in Calvin?”

“Far descent but yes.”

“Can’t possibly be that far if you have the same last name babe.” Montana smiled as she grabbed hold of the girls hand. Arden tensed up and Montana felt it, “Now let’s go Miss. Kline. Don’t wanna be late for your class.”

“I don’t have a class set up!”

“You do now. I’m sure X would let you join if you’re with me. I can tell we’re gonna be very good friends.” And they were off to class. Arden was a little anxious but she didn’t know why. She wouldn’t remember these people in the long run so why should she care what they think of? The two girls stepped into the bright room. Montana let go of Arden’s hand and practically ran to A hunky blonde Ken-doll. His features, to her, mirrored an angel. His perfectly gelled blonde hair was held up with a lilac headband. His clothes were light as well. White tank top and lilac shorts. The matierial hugged his body well. Arden couldn’t help but bite her lip unintentionally. Montana conversated with him as his gaze suddenly turned to Arden’s, winking in her direction. His tongue ran over this pearly white teeth. He gave her a sly wave. Arden felt her stomach drop as he left cheeks flourished. Her hand went up slightly to give him a shy wave. He laughed a bit looking at her again, he admired her shyness. If only he knew she wasn’t THAT shy.

Pretty soon class started and a few more people to Montana’s taste strolled in earning a wave. Arden stayed close to the back with a brunette girl who introduced herself as Brooke Thompson. They made quick conversation being thier first time in the studio, except Brooke wanted to come. Arden came with Nikki’s suggestion; she had no idea where the woman was. That was far beyond her concern. The sound of Frank Stallones, ‘Far from home’ began to fill the small room. X walked up to the front and began to stretch. His arm crossed his collarbone hugging it with the other. Once again, winking in the girls direction. She smiled at him and looked to the ground. This was gonna be a long day.

iii.

Arden began to hum/quietly sing the tune to Hanson's, 'Mmmbop' as she exited the women's locker room. The Montana and Brooke, whom she met prior, trailing behind her. Arden walked up to the counter and ordered a mango smoothie when she saw three guys converting. She recognised them from the slimmercise class she took. One being the the instructor and the one Montana mentioned, X. The one who couldnt keep his eyes off of her. X stopped what he was saying to look at her. He stared at her body licking his lips as his friends began to check her out. Arden sighed as she saw the hungry eyes melt into the back of her head. She began to read the filthy thoughts they had of her and shuttered. "You know it's not polite to stare." Arden turned around flipping her hair over the shoulders in the process. Batting her eyes, she took a sip of her smoothie. Where did this confidence come from? The boys stood there speechless at the sudden accusation; which happened to be true.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." X spoke as he stepped in ground of her. His perfectly structured jawline sharpened as he smiled at the girl. She couldn't help but blush at his gesture. He stuck his hand out to her, "I'm Xavier." He spoke as she looked at his hand. She finally knew what the letter stood for. "This is Chet and Ray." He motioned to the two other muscular guys behind him. Arden looked down at his empty hand and reached out for it. She brushed her hand against his smooth one to give him a gentle touch. Without warning, her mind clouded as her vision became blurry. She saw Xavier in a park with a needle in his arm. His pants soaked with his own urine. His eyes puffy from crying. Why did he let himself get like this? Just then a man came up to him and talked to him about the film industries he's worked in, "I could make you a star. With a pretty face like that, you could reach big places. And i'm gonna help you get there." He placed a hand on his inner thigh; groping is ever so slightly. "Trust Daddy." The man smirked at the broken man in front of him. Xavier nodded as he helped him up. Arden gasped as she stumbled into his arms. His smirk faltered to a scared expression. He snaked his arms under hers in a deadlift as her weight shifted onto him. He lifted her body over to the couch and looked around to see if anyone had seen the incident unfold. Nothing. The people in the lobby passed by doing anything but looking in thier direction. Chet, Ray, Brooke, and Montana rushed over to the couch as a drop of blood seeped it’s way down her drained face. None of them knew what to think.

“Good going man,” Ray said placing a hand on her shoulder wiping the dropping blood down her nose with a napkin from the counter, “You broke her!”

“Piss off!” Xavier exclaimed to his friends accusations, “I didn’t do anything. She grabbed my hand and went down. Then again most girls do.” Xavier and Chet shared a smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes at thier childish behaviour. A girl just passed out in front of them and thier connecting it to thier hookups?

“That doesn’t explain why her nose is bleeding.” Montana spoke catching thier attention. They shook her off focusing on the limp girls body on the couch. What were they to do?

“Did you squeeze the poor girl too hard?” Chet asked.

“No fuck-face.” Xavier looked down at the girl. Her eyelids twitched slightly as her mouth parted. She sucked in a shaky breath as she opened her eyes slowly. The light from the ceiling blinding her. She hissed as she sat up and held her throbbing head. Xavier quickly sat next to her, taking her small hand into his large one, "Are you alright? Can I do anything?”

Her cheeks tinted as his simple gesture made her heart flutter. “Sorry about that.” She replies sheepishly

“Never has anyone in my class faint before.” He smirked at the thought. He leaned his body on the pillow her head was once on; elbow propped up holding his head in place looking up at her, “Guess you could say you ‘fell for me.’”

“Ugh,” Montana groaned and rolled her head back in annoyance, “Give me a break.”

Arden laughed at her remark. Xavier looked at her a winked at her making her flourished cheeks heat up more.

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taglist: *based on reblogs/votes on this mini series*

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