#and i took the book in my hand and went 'Huh? Ohhhh wait yeah ok I get the gist now yeah ok i think I remember its existence now.

[light-wrath-paradise]

"How do I know if I forgot if I forgot what I forgot?" - me, rn

[smolbeandrabbles]

Get Even - Martin x Reader Drabble (Untogether)

Read by itself. Or read as a Sequel to Like You Say You Do  I’m not saying this will turn into a full fic. I am telling you I’ve thought about it...

Picture & GIF Credit @menbendelson​ ... Because, ofc

Author’s Note: You know. A sure-fire way to get me to write about a Mendo character is to talk to me about said Mendo character, right? So, y’know, now you get more Martin. Thank @3134045126 - I’ll wait. 😉

Premise: Everything about being with Martin was easy... But you should have known trying to hide this from his Ex (and your friend!) was never going to work... Disclaimer: I once again took some lyrical liberties with ‘Get Even’ by Brad Paisley. But it was worth it. Martin’s band never got names, they’re just the names of the actors that played them.

Words: 1533

Warnings: Swearing / Drinking

After how she treated you she cheated you and lied I guess you could go curl up into a ball and cry Or you could turn a heartache into sweet revenge at last 'Cause two can cheat at this game babe, And pay backs a blast Get even with her, with me You been done wrong for so long, now you're free Don't get angry, don't get filled with jealousy Get even with her, with me

If I know that girl, well now, there's one thing she can't stand She wasn't faithful in the least but, find another, and... She's going to go crazy thinking about how much she lost Your lips, your kiss, your touch, come on Let's really piss her off!

You weren't joking when you'd said you liked Martin in his overalls. You had nothing better to do today, and you weren't as work, so you were currently sitting on a bench sipping soda and watching him paint. Every brush stroke he made was sexy - God, was there ANYTHING about Martin that you didn't like!? Well, you couldn't beat the view. So that was probably a no.  You watched the muscles in his arms and back flex, as he stretched to reach the top corners, under that white T-Shirt and groaned a little. Yeah, you might have also accidentally told him you always found his white shirts sexy too... You also loved the way he would hum along to tunes. Sometimes he'd have the radio blasting, sometimes it would be songs he was performing with the band... But sometimes, just sometimes, it would be music you'd played. And that made you so happy. You leant back with a satisfied smirk. This was really living. The LA sun warming you as you sat here without a care in the world. You checked your watch. Martin took breaks with religious timing. Though, he never wore a watch himself, he always told you it was his body clock. But you'd taken notes - and you knew exactly when he'd been calling off for another break. You had 15 minutes to wander off and wander back... Where was the closest coffee shop? You got back with about two minutes to spare. Setting down his favourite coffee and a box of donuts. That ought to keep him here a little while. "Oh my god!" He laughed as he got to the table "Now, would ya look at this..." He sat and picked the coffee up "See... now... You shouldn't even be here, you should be living your life, but.... This is..." pink dusted his cheeks "I uh... Thank you..." "You're welcome! I mean it's the least I could do, right?" He took a sip with a shrug "She never did." "Yeah, well she's an idiot." He shook his head 'God, I'm sorry - I keep promisin' - I do! That I'll stop talking about her-!" "Martin... Martin-! Baby-! Don't worry about it! I get it!" It'd been a few months, and you weren't exactly sure Tara knew yet. Andrea had pretty much told you she wasn't telling her little sister. And you certainly hadn't said anything. But you knew it still hurt him. What she'd done still hurt him. He bit into a donut with a satisfied hum "See-! Why didn't we start dating sooner!?" "I'm an idiot?" You tilted your head "See, Andrea says I should have made a move the FIRST time." "Andrea was probably right. She nearly always is - Hey, maybe we should go on a double date with - what's his name?" He snapped his fingers trying to remember; "With Nick? Oh Lord. Don't get her started - she'll actually agree." He chuckled "Yeah, I know. But if she suggests it, you'll actually go!" "Are you being serious?" "Yeah - C'mon it'll be fun!" He laughed at the uncertainty on your face.  Sitting on the end of the table was your little notebook; Martin pulled it gently towards him "Ok, what have you been writing today? Andrea got you writing epic novels again has she?" "No! They're just poems!" “Uh huh - just poems..." he flicked it open "What about, me?" You flushed "NO!" Though quite a lot of them were about him, he read one and his eyes flicked to you; "You sure?" You couldn't hold his eyes "Yes!" He continued reading; then his face lit up "No! Look! Look at this...!" He pulled you from sitting next to him to sitting on his lap, which only made you blush further "Look! These are song lyrics! Look at that!" "Isn't a song just a poem?" He hummed a tune to himself, arms around you "No...! Well okay, maybe essentially but... " He got excited "Can I use this!?" You stared at him "Are you being serious?!" "Yeah! Baby, yeah! Can I?" "Be my guest!" You giggled "No, Martin! C'mon - really?" He pulled you in closer and kissed you gently "Yes...! Those lines are gorgeous. Let me use them! I beg you!" You shook your head with a smile; "You don't have to beg me!" and you kissed him again. Soon enough you were full blown making out on the park bench and literally did not have a care in the world about who saw. Eventually Martin pulled away, but still gave you butterfly kisses between words "Now I'd love to stay and make out with you all day, sweetheart, but - That wall isn't gonna paint itself!" He slid you back onto the bench "Just keep sitting here and looking pretty. Ok?” He gave a cheeky wink “Write some more lines. It’s good. It's real good." You gave a smirk as he stole one last kiss; "Aw! I'd rather watch you!" He laughed; "You are literally watching paint dry for fun Y/N!" "NO!" You called after him "I'm watching you look all sexy in that White T!" ** He was obviously too excited about your 'lyrics' because whilst driving home he called up his band and decided they needed to book another gig. Which made you beyond excited. Also, he wasn't kidding about Andrea, because after he'd hung up on them he called her with his double-date suggestion. Which she screamed in delight and eagerly accepted. You didn't think he was serious, so you had to try to fight to grab the phone off him; until he swerved the car and you thought you better give up on that idea.

 Which is why a couple of weeks later you were sitting with Andrea and the band drinking after yet another successful gig. “So hang on – when are we all going on a date!?” Andrea elbowed you in the ribs and you covered your face “NO-! Don’t start him off again!” Martin laughed “YES! Thank you! Andrea! I’m suggesting next week!” “Martin---!” you almost wailed, placing your head on the table and leaving the others howling with laughter. “Next week is great Martin, we’ll sort the details and drag her along!” They clinked beer bottles as she put an arm around your shoulders. Eventually you were done whining and looked up. Martin brushed his hair off his face and leant back on his chair; “MAN! What a gig!” “I’ll say! You guys killed it again!” “Look we’ll take what we can get from the two best looking girls at the gig!” Adam also rocked back on his chair with a smirk. “Oh-! Okay! Hang on a minute! There are no single ladies here!” You laughed “Just one thing-!” You looked to Martin, and the way you bit your lip let him know you were about to make some remark about something he’d done wrong. But you couldn’t get it out without giggling “Where was your rhythm? Like – what was…? What!?” “OHHHH----!!” Daniel and Michael, the other members of his band cracked up. “Shots FIRED!” Martin gave a shrug; “Are you saying I can’t dance?” “That’s not what I said!” “You’re saying I can’t dance.” “No Martin-!” He put his bottle down and stood, holding out his hand “Come on, prove it.” “What!? NO!” “Come on…” He walked around the table to you “I didn’t say-!” He pulled your seat back and picked you up, causing you to shriek, laughing as he dragged you to the dancefloor.  “Martin! Stop!! Put me down!!”

He did so, taking you hand and pulling you into him. Well, you guessed you pretty much asked for it. His band mates and Andrea (some friend she was!) were hollering and whistling at you, which only made him laugh. “See what you get yourself into when you open that mouth of yours?!” You tipped your head and gave him a seductive little smirk; “Guess there are other things I could be doing with my mouth…” He leant back slightly with a grin and a raised eyebrow; “Woah! Down girl. Not on a dancefloor.” “Mmm I dunno…” You wound your arms around his neck, and leaning closer to you, he brushed his lips with yours. The cheering from the corner of the room only increased – causing Martin to raise his hand in a clear, f**k you!, wrapping his other arm around your waist. Suddenly he stopped kissing you, and pulled back, his eyes went wide and he wasn’t looking at you. You turned; oh sh*t! Standing on the other side of the bar was none other than Tara. And by the look on her face she’d witnessed far too much. He looked from her to you, but he knew where he stood, his arm was still around your waist. He took back the gap he’d created and kissed your hair gently, making you turn back to him. Martin didn’t have to say anything he just shook his head, before kissing you again. He entwined his fingers with yours, refusing to let you go as he pulled you away from her. Tara had her chance, he was all yours now.

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@stcphstrange​ @beany-ben @shantellorraine @alotofrandomfangirling @mfolcore  I know you didn’t ask to be tagged - but for your continued interest in Martin I thought I would let you know ❤😘

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 36

“Nooooo, I don't want to get out in the cold anymore, let's stay here forever” she whined as Jared got up and held open her coat for her, “ok, stay here where it's busy and crowded, or sacrifice half an hour and walk ourselves warm to end up in our cosy, warm room with comfortable couches and a ridiculously warm and soft bed?”. Harper rolled her eyes “You don't play fair” she sighed, “all is fair in love and war” he grinned and grabbed her hand as he guided her out of the coffeeshop where the icecold and windy street greeted them. “So, going home..that's quite a big deal, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” he put his arm around her shoulder and held her tight to his side walking down the street, “yep..it's not that I want to, but I need to know..I need to know why they hate me so much..why they always treated me differently than my siblings” she sighed deeply, her warm breath mixing with the cold air formed a foggy cloud “it's not gonna be your average 'meet the parents' moment, I can tell you that much”. The despair in her voice was almost unbearable “I think it's real brave what you're doing” he squeezed her shoulder “so any tips on what aristocratic families do these days? Maybe I should get into golfing or cricket or something? I want to blend in because I don't think your parents will be expecting some long haired musician/actor as their son-in-law”. Her hiccuping burst of laughter wrapped a warm blanket around his heart “son-in-law? Uhm no, my parents certainly won't be expecting that, ohh wait, maybe we should tell them we're married, they'll go ballistic!” she kept on giggling. “And you? What do you think about marriage?” he blurted out, he needed to know, Harper stopped in her tracks all serious of a sudden “Marriage? Nothing but heartache and misery, I swore to myself a long time ago that I'll never be nobody's wife, I've never felt the need to be ayone's possession which is basically the definition of marriage, isn't it?”. 

Jared didn't know whether to hug her or be dissappointed, he'd never given marriage any thought but hearing her say the word, triggered something hidden deep inside of him, what would it be like to grow old with her? it definitely wouldn't be boring, on the contrary, it would be adventurous and very rock 'n roll, he could actually see his unborn children in her eyes, really beautiful kids if they looked like their mama. “Yeah, I guess it is..do you make any distinction though between marital possession and sexual possession?” he pulled her against his body with a very dirty grin, “now you're talking! I'll always submit to such an exquisitely skilled lover of your caliber, although I think you're holding back where I'm concerned, I think there's so much further you want to go where sex is concerned, don't you? Let's say that I'm convinced you're into something a whole lot more kinky than just spanking my ass” she wiggled her eyebrows. Why not push all my fuckin' buttons at once, you little minx? Dingdingdingding! “oh really? You're convinced, huh? Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out, so if I were you, I would get that sexy ass to our bedroom RIGHT NOW!” those last shouted words made her giggle “ohhhh goodieeee” she clapped her hands in delight, wasn't she just amazing? A girl that was so excited and looked forward so much to getting thrown and pushed around a room and a bed was an absolute keeper, his heart beat so hard in his throat and his groin ached behind the zipper of his trousers seeing her giggle and skip away from him, he quickly caught up with her breaking down in a fit of laughter when he saw her lose her balance on another strip of ice.

'Bang' went their erotic bubble the minute they set foot inside the hotel, “there you are! We've got a million interviews lined up, you should be glad someone around here remembers the PR” Shannon came stomping over to them. Harper hung her chin against her chest, she just couldn't get a break around here, could she? All she wanted was to get some much needed lovin' from her man, who had kept his distance last night too, bleeegghhhhhh, what did a girl have to do round here to get fucked senseless??. “Sorry, I have..” he scrunched up his nose, feeling absolutely guilty as he cupped her face, “it's ok..you have a job to do, I understand” she tried not to pout, “I'd love it if you came along” he tried to twist her arm. “You kiddin? Get out into that cold again? nope, na-ah, no sir, no way” she shook her head trying to keep it light and funny between them, “alright, why don't you go warm up the bed then, be back late afternoon, we'll have some time together before the show” he whispered. “I don't want to be a wet blanket, but..” Shannon moved closer trying to get their attention, Harper took a step back and mouthed a silent 'go, it's ok', “alright, alright, ok, lead the way Mr. PR-man” he growled at his brother as he reluctantly turned on his heels and followed Shannon out with a sigh, signing to her to keep in touch during his absence. Ok..what to do? More coffee? Ugh no, her blood pressure was through the roof more than enough already, go to a museum? Nope..out of the question she went out into that cold again, then what? Read a book! Yessss, perfect idea, she hadn't read ever since she got to Europe, Jared and her job here had absorbed most of her free time, curl up under the covers and get lost into another world, she asked her key and almost ran to the elevator.

Oh those dreadful interviews with their copy/paste questions, he hated how he had always thrown up a wall around his personal life in the past, because right now he wanted nothing more than just talk about her, then he wouldn't miss her as much, hold it, hold it, hold it, take a step back, you are not turning into one of those ugly codependent couples you hate so much! You are so not! Fuck it, yes I am, ok ignore and focus back on the question and the interviewer, hope it's better than those ugly glasses she's wearing. 'Beep', no, focus on the question, before they think you're an absolute asshole, oh sod it they already think that anyway, he dug his phone out of his pocket and kicked Shannon's leg to answer the next question, he had a mail to read and that was far more important right now.

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: shock!

Jaylicious,

' A leg went over and she positioned herself, ligned up his dick with her entrance and slowly, ever so slowly she pushed down and impaled herself with a loud, blissful moan'

Uhm, what the fuck is this? So, I went online to get inspired for my next painting and I bumped on some real cool stuff on this site called 'Tumblr' and what do you know? I get these suggestions to also check some extra cool dude called Jared Leto, curious as I am, I check and..well, well, these girls are writing the hottest stuff with you in a very kinky main role. Are they ex- or current groupies of yours? Because they all seem to write from reality..and there's so many out there, I'm flooded by an exuberant amount of smut. Oh and then there was all these threads about what a jerk you are in bed too, they're calling you all sorts of horrible names..what is that all about? that sounded a whole lot more real from real groupies.

My eyes hurt from reading way too much stuff about you, why did I ever decide to get online?

Confused Coco

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: shock!

Babe,

Get offline, now! So you went 'there' huh? How do you think I feel reading all those stories about myself and their fantasies about my sex life..they make me look like some kind of pornstar in those fics, but they're 'just' fans ('just' is an ugly word, but they're my meal ticket, you know what I mean) I swear I've never touched or met any of them in real life, they're just stories, those stories on Tumblr come from the imagination of some very dirty minds :). That other stuff you're mentioning is a site full of slander I tried to shut down, but no matter how hard I try, those trolls just keep on popping up and haunting me, don't believe what's being said, please! Yes some of those things happened a long, long time ago, but never the way what they're saying, it's difficult to explain..

All you have to know is that I love you veryveryveryvery much, ok? You're the only one that matters!

Don't go running off again, just wait for me and we'll talk, all through the night if that is what it takes to believe me!

Your 'Jaylicious' (I like it, you're so original, where do you come up with these nicknames?)

WHAT??? slander?? but it actually happened? Of course it happened, what did he think she was? Retarded? Did he ever see that interview with Howard Stern she had just seen for the first time, where some sleazy pornstar talked about Jared's 'monster' that obviously had given her as much pleasure as it gave her? Of course he had, and he expected her to get offline the minute she found more info about his past in half an hour than she had gotten out of him in weeks? Put the phone down, just put it down and grab your book, relax, of course he had a past, she had one too, and she knew that he was no choirboy, that much had been obvious during each sexmarathon they had so far, but then why did she feel a little dirty right now? Don't be a hypocrite, come on, ok book, where was I? She browsed for a few seconds but then threw the book back on the nightstand, ok not able to focus, fine, TV then, she flicked through the channels like a maniac, ooohh some more 'Catfish' reruns then. 'Beep' the screen of her phone lit up, and she quickly grabbed it thinking it was Jared, 'Happy now? You destroyed everything, after everything I did for you, is this how you repay me? I'll never forgive you for this, I'm on my way to New York right now and I swear I'll have you and all your godawful paintings evicted in no time, so you won't have a 'home' to come back to'. Harper sat up in shock gasping for air, Sean..oh god no, her fingers trembled as she pressed down on his name and held the phone to her ear, pick up..voicemail, fuck! Text him back 'Sean, no I'm not happy, how can I be happy when the person I thought was my best friend tried to kill me, just because he feels rejected!? Have me evicted, fine by me, but don't touch my paintings, please, I'll beg if needs be, but please don't destroy them, they mean more to me than anything or anyone in this world, please Sean?' there, sent, with an aching heart and close to tears, for fuck's sakes Jay, will you just come back? I need you here, I need someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be alright. A tear found its' way down her cheek, followed by a whole lot more and she didn't even try and stop them, her heart nearly burst in her chest, she just wanted to be happy, just to lead a simple, uncomplicated life devoted to painting and creating, but that wasn't gonna happen soon, was it? Oh Jay, please, I need you so much right now..call him? No, he was working and she wasn't ready yet to show him just how silly she was being  at times, he'll be here, just let out all those stupid tears right now so he can hold you later without having to see what a mess she really was, no, no, her sadness was her own and nobody else’s business.

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

!!!!!! V3 LIS AU !!!!! KAEDE AS PROTAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Now you’re speaking my language! 

Granted, I haven’t gotten to play any of the most recent game because my computer is kinda crappy, but I can definitely do some sweet original LIS content for you! If you haven’t played LiS for some reason yet and you want to get into it,

I highly recommend waiting on reading this. (If you want me to do other parts and other episodes, let me know. I probably won’t write for this again unless people really REALLY like this.)

I’m also going to make it a talent swap just for Kaede- instead of being the ultimate pianist, she’s going to be the ultimate photographer.

Day 7: Kaede’s Life is Hella Strange: Chrysalis

Kaede was trying to listen to her lecture, but just couldn’t bring herself to do so. After such a weird vision that felt so real, she couldn’t just ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach. She wasn’t quite sure if she had just dreamed that up, or if she was getting some serious premonitions, but it wasn’t sitting with her well.

Koizumi was a great teacher. Probably the crowning jewel of Kibougamine Academy, and she was excited to have such a skilled photographer teaching her class. You wouldn’t expect it from the students sitting in her class though- some were hassling poor Shuichi, the most timid person in the room for something that had happened to him over the weekend, while Kokichi played on a little device, yet somehow paid attention to every word out of Koizumi’s mouth.

“…Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn’t that too…” Koizumi continued on, leaning on a table and playing with her tie. 

Kaede glanced over at her camera, picking it up gingerly. The weight in her hands had become comforting to her, and she couldn’t help but sigh happily. She loved her polaroid camera, finding it silly how she could love such an old camera despite there being so many new models out there, but she couldn’t help it. She got it right before she had moved away from Arcadia Bay, and she wondered if that camera was what brought her back. Feeling a great urge to use it, she took a selfie that she hoped would be underneath everyone’s radar.

It most certainly wasn’t.

“Shh, I believe Kaede has taken what you kids call a ‘selfie’…” Koizumi said, shifting her weight as she stood up. it wasn’t every day that Miss Koizumi would get such a stern look on her face, and Kaede couldn’t help but gulp at the consequences. “A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Kaede… has a gift.”

She knew where this was going. She knew that Miss Koizumi was just moments a way from asking some question that was bound to be in the reading. Probably something having to do with her selfie? The process? She knew what it was called, but she wasn’t ready to be put on the spot for her actions.

“…  and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” Koizumi asked, calmly waiting for an answer to stumble out of Kaede’s mouth.

“I… I…” She started. The Daguerreian Process. just say it, she thought.

“You either know this, or not, Kaede!” Koizumi slammed her hand on the desk, a sigh following the action. “Is there anyone in here who actually knows this stuff?”

“Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created “daguerreotypes”, a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror,” Kokichi piped up, turning to Kaede’s table she was sitting alone at. “Now you’re toooootally stuck in the retro zone! Sad face.” He leaned back contentedly when he heard a few people laugh at his comment.

“Jeez, was it that hard to read the book for the information? The Daguerreian Process brought lots of detail to people’s faces. You guys would know if you had actually read about it or looked it up online, but we can thank Robert Cornelius for the first American self-portrait.” The bell rang before she could continue her lecture, and people started trying to file out of the room. She was calling to them about the Everyday Heroes contest, which was a big deal for them- the winner got to fly out to San Francisco with Miss Koizumi, and be featured in an art gallery of other winners across the country.

Kaede got up slowly, stretching a bit as she did. She would’ve normally just immediately left the room so she could have a bit of alone time, but her eyes landed on Shuichi, who was still sitting alone at his desk, scribbling something illegible onto the paper. With a tap on his shoulder, he jumped a bit only to let himself calm down when he saw Kaede’s patient face smiling at him.

“Oh, hey Kaede. Did you need something from me?” He asked, turning his body to face her. She stopped, and looked over at the concerning doodles that were surrounding his notes. She made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

“I was just thinking that maybe we should grab tea or something? You can tell me all about the dazzling life of Shuichi Saihara, and we can maybe play games or something!”

“Oh, uh,” He started, taking his hat in his hands, “I’m gonna be a bit busy for the next couple of days, so I don’t believe that I could find the time. Maybe on Friday, though?” He bit his lip, eyes falling to the floor as he waited for a response. Kaede gave him a small nod and patted his shoulder gently.

“Yeah. that would be fun.”

With that, Shuichi went back to writing whatever he was before, and she was a step away from the door when Koizumi called her over to the desk where Kokichi was leaning over, giving his usual smile.

“Ohhhh, she totally called you out! I wonder what you did!” He nudged Kaede playfully, waiting for her to shrug off the contact. She didn’t seem to pay much mind about what he was doing, so he simply crossed his arms and waited for her conversation with Miss Koizumi to be done.

“I hate to pull a future star photography’s attention away from whatever she was off to do, but we need to talk about the contest. You haven’t submitted a photo yet,” she explained, motioning to a pile of pictures that the students who’ve already turned in sat upon. Kaede gave a nervous smile, shrugging a little bit.

“i just want to make sure I have the right shot for it. I can’t send in a piece I’m not proud of, right?”

“While that’s true, time is ticking, Kaede. You have a fever to take pictures, but the world won’t stop for that perfect shot, okay? Keep that in mind. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, hopefully with a picture.” With that, she turned back to Kokichi, talking about some big project he was working on. Kaede left the class, looking at all her classmates going about their daily lives. With some classical music to accompany her on the way to the bathroom, she walked through the hallway.

The bathroom was empty when she went in, and it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Sure, she was just trying to go to the bathroom to splash her face with water, but life wasn’t going to let things go by that easy for her.

Looking at her original photo she took for the contest, she tore it in half, letting it lay on the ground pitifully. She was about to walk out of the bathroom and call it at that, but a blue butterfly flew in, landing gracefully on the edge of a bucket behind the stall doors. She walked over to it, getting as close as she thought would be ok for the butterfly before snapping a picture. She took the picture as it came out of her polaroid, letting it dry for a moment before storing it safely. 

The door suddenly opened, and angry footsteps echoed in the room. Peeking from behind the stalls, Kaede recognized it as Miu.

“Chill out, Miu, you’ve got this. Just- fuckin’- count to three or whatever– don’t be such a pussy, you could have all the pigs in the school grovel at your feet, you’re the boss,” She babbled mercilessly as she gripped the sink she stood at tightly, her feet wide apart as she leaned forward. It wasn’t long before Kaede heard the door to the bathroom open up once again, calm footsteps following.

“Wow, didn’t know that the globetrotter would actually show up. What a surprise!” Miu challenged, moving towards who it was. Soft green hair was prevalent in the mirror, along with a blue striped shirt that went to about the elbows. The creaking of the bathroom doors had Kaede gulp as quietly as she could muster.

“I don’t suppose you checked the perimeter, as my father would say.” The voice was slightly gruff and low, surprising Kaede. In the girls’ bathroom? Really? “Time to talk about the problem between us, yeah?” The male turned away at the last stall. He moved up to where Miu was still gripping the sink like a lifeline and leaned over, peering at her coldly.

“Get fucked, I got nothing for you, you damn jiggalo!”

“Really? I could’ve sworn that you had money for me.” the voice pried a bit more, the guy leaning closer.

“I-I don’t have shit like that, you’re thinking of my family, dumbass!”

“Aw, is the poor little rich kid going to cry? I know quite well how you work, selling the shady crap you do to the vortex club. I wonder what it’d be like if I went to your oh-so respectable family and told them about how their prized daughter was-”

“Leave them out of this, dick!” Miu spat.

“Oh, that hurt, huh? Then imagine when I tell your prized Vortex Club that you were in here whining and throwing a fit like a pig in heat.” The guy seemed to have more to say, but he was cut off at the sight of a sleek revolver that Miu had pulled out of nowhere. Pushing the guy up to the wall, he seemed helpless as he looked down at her with worried green eyes. He slowly lifted his hands to show he wouldn’t harm her, only to have the gun jammed into his gut.

“You messed with the wrong gorgeous girl genius, pencil-dick!” She hissed, poison lacing her voice.

“Where did you… why did you bring a gun to school? Look, I don’t think you get it, I don’t want to ha-” The man was cut off by a hand to the throat, his breath hitching.

“Don’t ever fuck with me, jackass! I’m absolutely FUCK-ALL pissed that people think they can control me!”

“You’re gonna ge-t in more trouble f… for this than dumb drugs-” The man strained, a hand wavering away from its position to get her hand off his neck.

“No one would even MISS your punk ass, would they, Guac?”

“Put the fucking gun down, psycho!” Rantaro ripped her hand off, and was about to kick her off when she let the trigger go. A loud bang rang throughout the bathroom, and Kaede watched as his body slowly fell to the ground, the life draining from his eyes. She stepped out from behind the stalls, reaching out to him.

“NO!!” Kaede screeched, seeing Miu’s head slowly snap to her. She didn’t get a chance to before everything started reversing so quickly, and all of a sudden-

Kaede lifted her head from the desk, her eyes quickly darting around the room. She was back in Miss Koizumi’s classroom.

“… Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner-” Kaede didn’t need to hear anymore to realize this was the same lecture from before. Looking at Shuichi who looked as though he was being hassled again she bit her lip and turned to Kokichi. He was playing with some Tamagatchi that was making an absurd amount of noise. A particular beep caught her off guard, and her camera fell to the ground, shattering. Kaede cursed to herself, but decided she should test something out.

 Wanting to see if what happened was just a dream, she looked at her right hand curiously before extending it out. Slowly, the words Miss Koizumi had said earlier reversed, and the beeps of Kokichi’s device were playing back. The camera eventually pieced back together and found its way back onto her desk. When she pulled her arm back, it was as though nothing had happened. Shuichi was being messed with once again, and Kokichi was playing with the little device. Kaede reached a shaky hand out to her camera, needing to do the final test to see if whatever she had was real.

The click of her camera and the shushing of Miss Koizumi came back, causing a chill to run down Kaede’s back. She started to panic, wondering if she could stop the poor guy from dying in the bathroom. All she had to do was answer Miss Koizumi’s question right, and wait for a few more seconds, and things would be okay. She took a deep breath, waiting for the actual question to come up.

“…  and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that-”

“The Daguerreian Process,” Kaede said quickly, not letting the teacher finish her statement. She looked just as shocked as Kaede did at her outburst, and Kokichi snickered.

Well, um, that’s right. Good job, Kaede. The Daguerreian Process made portraiture hugely popular, mainly because it gave the subjects clear defined features. You can learn more when you actually finish reading the assigned chapters. Kaede is so far, way ahead of everybody.” Miss Koizumi looked a little relieved that someone had been paying attention to her lectures and reading along with them.

The bell rang, and Kaede quickly made sure Shuichi knew that tea was on the table before darting out of the class, ignoring Miss Koizumi’s calls. She shoved some people, apologizing as she did so. She opened up the door to the girls bathroom dramatically, remembering that Miu didn’t show up until she took the picture of that butterfly. To prep for it, Kaede quickly went over to where the fire alarm was, breaking the glass. She returned to the sink where she splashed water on her face. 

Tearing the picture she had originally took seemed to cause the butterfly fluttering in, landing on the bucket. She hesitantly walked up, snapping the picture. Just as it had happened before, Miu came in, clutching the sink. The guy came in. They bickered, and Kaede got anxious listening to it all over again. Miu unveiled the gun once again, pinning the guy to the wall while choking him.

“No one would even MISS your punk ass, would they, Guac?”

Kaede couldn’t let time happen the way it did before. With her hand that wasn’t shaking quite as much, she hit the fire alarm as hard as possible. It rang out through the building, making Miu lose her grip on the guy. Thinking quickly, he kneed her, causing her to sputter and clutch her stomach.

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” the guy barked before booking it out of the bathroom. Miu quickly looked at the ground as she was wincing, her eyes lingering on something on the tiles. Her eyes went dark as she hid the gun, scrambling to the door herself.

“Another fuckin’ shitty day,” She mumbled, closing the door behind her. Kaede was left in the bathroom, facing the crazy reality that was confronting her at that very moment. She knew she shouldn’t be staying in because that would look suspicious, but she couldn’t help it.

I just saved someone’s life.

[kgookie-blog]

siblings | jikook

Chapter 19 | promise (FINAL)

Hours later, Jimin and Jungkook left the room. By now, almost everyone left, leaving Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon to help clean up. An angry Yoongi could be heard in the halls, bickering with the 2 boys.

"Every year we have to deal with this. Why do we have to clean up other people's messes? AND IT WAS OUR SHOW!". Yoongi yelled at Hoseok and Namjoon, sighing and shaking his head every so often. Jungkook made his way to Yoongi and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Stop complaining you grouchy grandpa". Yoongi looked taken aback. "RUDE! I'll have you know, Im very active-". Hoseok cut off Yoongi and looked at Jimin suspiciously. "Why were you in the same room as Jungkook? I didn't see you for the rest of the night".

Namjoon who obviously knew what happened put his hands on Hoseok's back and explained. "Im sorry to ruin your ears and possibly your innocence but....they were fucking, plain and simple".

Hoseok had the most disturbed look on his face. "TMI". Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "TMI? TMI?! I feel like I just had war flashbacks. You can say TMI but you and Mr. Hong Kong over here shake the room up all night. The walls are so thin, I can practically feel everything. At the end of the night, It feels like I was the one who got fucked".

Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi were practically wheezing on the ground laughing. The sheer look of terror was all over Hoseok's face. "Cmon Yoongi! Back me up here!".

"Hey! It was my ass that was in jeopardy".

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Both Jimin and Jungkook end up leaving later that night after Namjoon got his life ripped to shreds by Hoseok. "Sometimes, I wonder what goes on when we aren't there". Jungkook agrees with a nod, catching up to Jimin on the sidewalk. "I didn't know you knew them too. You never speak to anybody else but Chae Mi".

"Yeah, they went to music school with me when I was like 14," Jimin answered. After a while of walking, Jungkook sighed and asked Jimin a question. "Sooo.....what now?". A puzzled look appeared on Jimin's face, scrunching his nose in thought. "Well, what do you mean?".

"Wellll, 1. Its cold out and my arms are turning into icicles and 2. You know...". Jimin finally understood and smiled. "Ohhhh, I get it now, sorry for that".

"Hm, how far is your hotel from here?" asked Jimin. Jungkook pulled out his phone and looked at where he saved the location. "Its like 8 miles walking mate". "Why didn't you get a taxi or something?". Jungkook pondered and thought. "Well, I didn't want to go back and see my ex on the bed again and I wanted to walk with you. Is that such a crime?".

Jimin laughed and thought about the situation with Jungkook's ex. "Do you still like her?". Jungkook choked on air and shook his head repeatedly. "Why would you ever think that when I love you? Hmm?". Jimin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I just get jealous when you speak about her".

"Awwwe, my baby Jiminie getting jealous. I will never love anybody as much as I love you and I will never love her, understood?". Jimin shook his head in agreement, "What about your parents?".

"I love you 5% more than my parents". Jimin huffed and pouted, "Only 5%?".

"Maybe 6%"

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Jimin ended up bringing Jungkook to his hotel since it was closer, both of them laying in the bed with robes on. The dim lights from outside shone through the window. "It feels good to be your boyfriend you know?".

"Jungkook chuckled at this, turning over to look at Jimin's face. Jimin doing the same kissed the tip of his nose and hid halfway under the covers. "You are too cute Jimin. My heart is going to explode in the middle of our relationship if you don't stop".

Jimin peeped up for one second. A muffled "Sorry, no can do", escaped his hips. "Oh really huh?"

Jungkook leaned over and placed his hands on Jimin's sides, squeezing them softly. Jimin giggled and moved around, trying to get out of his hold. "Stop it! It tickles Jungkook!".

"But why do you think I should stop? Do you think you deserve it?" He asked. Jimin continued to squirm, giggling with every squeeze to his sides. "Yes, I do deserve it! Cmon! Im dying!".

Jungkook finally let's go to let Jimin breathe, Jimin taking in air while scrunching up his face. "Why are you so mean...meanie pants". Jungkook laughed at this remark and squished Jimin's cheeks together. "If that's mean to you, you don't want to see me mad, bunny".

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Jimin woke up to the bed empty. The blankets a shriveled mess, tangled in Jimin's legs. "Kookie? Where are youuuu" Jimin sang aloud. He scanned the room looking for Jungkook. His eyes still trying to adjust the brightness of the room. He finally landed on a shirtless Jungkook walking out of the bathroom.

"Sorry Jimin, I went to go take a shower". Jimin pouted and threw his arms in the air. "Without me? How dare you". Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. "Well, Im sorry. Im, not the one who wouldn't wake up after being shoved legit 40 times".

Jimin smiled and nodded, showing that he understood. He watched Jungkook find his clothes for the day. Both of them had to head back to Busan....well, at least Jimin will.

"Hey Jimin, while you are here, I might as well tell you this now". Jimin shifted onto the bed, waiting for Jungkook to continue. "I won't be coming back with you to Busan, ok?"

"That's fine. You can take as long as you need here. I mean, I hope you come back and live with me eventually right?". Jungkook was silent. Too silent for Jimin as he grew skeptical. "Why do you need to stay here longer?"

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face. "Jimin, I need to go on a business trip with my dad".

"Ok...Why do you need to tell me this, Im fine with that? You do what you need to do".

"Well...I'll be gone for a long time Jimin. Kara is also coming with me". Jimin's face immediately grew hot. He didn't understand why Kara needed to come. It was his trip, why was she invited? "My dad thought that bringing Kara would be good for me. I don't know why, seeing that she and I broke up a long time ago, but he won't take no for an answer".

"Can I trust you Jungkook?". Jungkook was taken aback by this. He would never have thought those words would come out of Jimin's mouth. He took hold of Jimin's hands and held them gently. "Yes, Jimin. Never think that you cant trust me. Ever. You know how hard Ive tried to get you. Why would I screw that up?"

Jimin slid his arms around Jungkook's torso, hugging him close. "I don't want you to leave me already". "Don't worry Jimin. I keep in contact with you the whole time. You don't need to freak out".

"You promise?". Jimin stuck his pinky out for Jungkook to hold with his. Jungkook wrapped his pinky around Jimin's tiny one and held it tight, ushering a smile his way.

"I promise"

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A/N - there is a second book dont worry c: