#and if i did i could find out the rest of them in theee seconds in a half dozen different ways

[3liza]

heard an otherwise intelligent YouTuber say something like "Japanese has dozens of words for ghosts! English only has what, two?" and then showed the words "ghost" and "phantom" onscreen. i think maybe it is a good idea to spend a few years studying your own language in addition to learning a new one because I promise you it will be easier than applying this naivete-based exceptionalism to every new subject you encounter

[justshekthings]

just for a moment - park jisung fanfic (part 1)

“Continuing to run you turn around with a huge smile across your face, locking eyes with the boy whos awestruck expression turns into a comforting smile. Somehow without even knowing each other's names you both felt as if you've managed to escape reality, like the two of you were the only people in the universe, a feeling so rare, a scene only in movies, an occurrence never forgotten and yet was just experienced by these two individuals, even if it was just for a moment.”

Park jisung  x reader 

Word Count: 8731

Reading time: 1h 7m

Italics = thoughts

“normal” = spoken 

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Authors note: Since this a fanfic, therefore fiction, there story is set in your last year in highschool with the rest of the dream members who are all the same age. The school year will also be following the korean academic year system, just for some realism. I also made up a few characters with a korean name generator so please don’t overthink! I will also be releasing this story 4 chapters at a time with 3 parts in total, making a total of 12 chapters #quickmaths. Apologies in advance if my uploads are slow or my grammar is awful. Make sure to like and comment any suggestions or thoughts, but try to be kind, it’s my first time writing a fanfic. 

Enjoy reading~

March: March, although somewhat an afterthought or rather a shadow of winter, left with only it’s remains, it sets the groundwork for the rest of the year. March plants seeds that grow from mere sprouts to full grown plants during the course of the year. 

It’s early March, the month when the snow starts to thaw in preparation of the well anticipated season of spring. The feel of the winter air has managed to remain in Seoul, resented by the thousands of students forced to return back to school for the first semester. One of those poor unfortunate souls is you, y/n l/n, an 18 year old girl and you’ve come back to start and, hopefully, finish your senior year at Seoul Highschool. Although what does seem to make your experience there a little more bearable are your two friends Seo Kyung-Hu and Hu Mee-yon, while those two have been friends since primary school, you only met them in Middle school when you first transferred and they being the only nice enough kids willing to approach you, the three of you clicked instantly and ever since your trio have stayed a complete set.

Unlike your two friends, you could care less about school purposefully staying up late in hopes of sleeping through your alarm and having a valid excuse to miss the first day of school. And your plan worked… to some extent. Your mother on the other hand was keen to send you to the school you paid money for, as you should. You were fast asleep dreaming about exo performing as ot9 was suddenly awoken by the screaming of your mother. “YAH Y/N WAKE UP AND GET TO SCHOOL BEFORE I TAKE ALL YOUR EXO POSTERS AGAIN!” hearing that was enough to make you jump out of bed and start getting ready, not without a few complaints of course. Walking into your washroom you take one good look at your face in the morning, “oh god” you’re at least grateful your skin decided not to break out on the first day of school however your face was still puffed and quite dull. You continued washing your face, brushing your teeth and putting on that god awful, ugly, disgusting, and horrific uniform, as you described. Objectively your uniform wasn’t at all bad however you had the tendency to well… overthink. (the uniform looks like the A-teen beige uniform)

It being 8:35 and school starting at 8:45, you speed walked and slightly ran to school attempting to cut the initial 10 min walk in half with at least 5 mins to spare just in case. Fortunately enough you managed to get there on time to check what your classroom was, before the bell. Room 215? Ok… WHERE IS THAT AGAIN?! Somehow the break managed to erase most of your memory of the school, although there wasn’t much worth remembering about your most hated location on planet earth. You run around frantically desperately trying to find your homeroom before a teacher, or worse a hall monitor. You stop in the middle of an empty hallway to text your friends where the hell room 215 is, until you hear a unfamiliar voice reach out to you, “Are you lost babygirl” WHAT THEEE it took a second for you to process what the guy had said until out of instinct you start to laugh uncontrollably with your eyes starting to tear up. You turn around, hand holding your stomach, “What did you just say?” you ask, unable to take the male standing in front of you seriously. He stares at you, seeming to enjoy that you understood his reference, “What so you’re telling me you’re not totally turned on by that comment?” With a slight over exaggerated gasp at the end of his sentence, obviously showing that he was joking. “No no your question was valid just-” unable to finish your sentence you rerun the moment that had just unfolded through your head, succeeding in making you burst out in laughter again. His voice cuts through your laugh, “No but seriously you seem lost” finally regaining your composure, you take a minute to examine his appearance, and his attractiveness, and realizing you’ve been staring for a bit too long you panic quickly trying to cover it up, “YEAH UM i'm lost do you know where room 215 is?” “New student?” “no just dumb” He laughs at your honesty and points you in the right direction like a true gentleman. “Oh my god thanks so much, hope I see you again cute stranger!” you end your sentence with a wink and then run off after getting a glimpse of his dumbfounded expression although close enough to hear him yell out, “The name’s YangYang!” 

The odds were in your favour managing to slip into class before your teacher arrived and you had a mini-mental celebration before choosing to sit in the empty window seat in the middle row with an empty seat beside you to limit the amount of human interaction you get. Sitting down in your seat and see the teacher walk in and start the generic beginning of the school year talk, you text your friends to pass the time, who were lucky enough to have their class together, while the class goes through the course outline. After waiting a few minutes at the front, you see both of your friends, Kyung-hu and mee-yon or as you called them kyuhu and mimi to simplify their names, walk out and you guys greet each other before the three of you walk in the direction of your neighborhood, talking about what you all did during the break, all the annoying teachers and most recent gossip. 

You’d notice that the first week of school would follow this routine, passing by quite quickly and finding it uneventful as your teacher didn’t give a lot of homework as it was the first week of school. During the first week you concluded that there was no one in your classroom, or in the school for that matter that piqued your interest except for the fellow that helped you on the first day but has managed to slip your sight every time you scanned your surroundings to find him. Although just as fast as the first week passed by, the weekend went just as fast, and based on how your school operates, it’d be the only free weekend you’d have in a long time. And much to your dissatisfaction, you found herself in the same situation from a week ago, tired, lazy and lacking any motivation to go to school. Despite this you actually made an effort to wake up early, too early, to get ready for school to escape the never ending nagging from your mother over calls from the office over your tardy attendance. After eating a good enough breakfast, you open your door expecting a cold breeze to meet you as it did last week but to your surprise the outside was bright and dry, with no traces of snow, almost as if the weekend magically changed Seoul from winter to spring. However the leaves on the trees would need a lot more time than a weekend to grow back to their former glory. Remember when I mentioned you woke up too early, you were exactly two hours early when you arrived at the school, which suddenly made sense to you when you realized that no one in your house was awake yet and the roads in your neighborhood felt deserted. After walking around the campus you finally settle on a familiar tree on the outskirts of the school grounds, its location the very reason why you and your friends chose it as your casual lunch location for the past two years. You set your bag on your lap hugging it like a pillow laying your head on it for support and almost immediately you start drifting off the sleep. 

Unbeknownst to you, your perfect sleep would be ruined by one Park Jisung, you see park jisung made the mistake of waking up 20 mins before school started not taking into account it was his very first day at the highschool and he was bound to get lost on the way to school and if he even managed to find the school, he’d have no idea where his classroom as he also missed orientation for all new students. Late and lost, jisung looked around the front of the building in search of someone to help him but since school had already started most staff and students were already inside. Although it would’ve been easier for jisung to walk inside the building somehow he noticed a figure under a tree not too far from him, jisung assuming it was a student figured it’d be easier to ask a student then suffer a scolding or even awkward small talk with a teacher. He runs up to the sleeping person under the tree and realizes it’s a girl from the long hair and skirt, legs criss crossed under a bag you is hugging and sleeping on. Reluctant to grab your attention, awakening you from your slumber, but he must do so if he ever wishes to get to class. “Excuse me?” Jisung repeats this a few times first with a shy voice growing in volume in desperation to wake you up. In your dream EXO OT9 were just about to sing love shot, one of the comebacks lay missed out on, when you heard a reluctant voice repeatedly saying excuse me disrupting your peace and not to mention exo’s performance. Jisung seeing that his voice was not enough to wake you up he starts to get physical. You try to ignore the voice hoping it’d go away until it actually starts poking your shoulder, now you have no choice but to let go of your perfect dream and wake up to respond to the thing that dares interrupt your nap. Jisung notices the girl moving, satisfied that he finally woke you up, he watches as you yawn and rub your eyes, cute he thinks to himself admiring the girl’s sleepy and adorable state. You open your eyes to see a timid but tall boy crouched beside you, finger still pointed after persistently poking you. “Yes?” glaring at the poor boy with the rudest voice you could muster expecting him to get the hint to leave you alone. “U-um can u help me?” Looking at the nervous state of the boy you empathize with his confusion seeing as you were in a similar dilemma a week ago. Softening your expression you say, “yeah what's up?” using a tone completely opposite of the one a second ago, causing Jisung to relax and become more at ease after noticing your change in attitude, “oh can u tell me where this classroom is?” Jisung points at his paper, saying Room 215. He watches your face light up, “Oh! That's my classroom you can just follow me!” And you give the boy an eye smile, happy that you can help him and possibly become friends with the boy. Jisung’s ears turn pink admiring how cute your smile is and touched by your hospitality. you stand up dusting off your skirt and checking if you had any dirt on your clothes or legs. Putting your backpack on and adjusting the straps you ask the boy what time it was. “Oh it's 9:00 am” Jisung says to you sheepishly hoping he doesn’t shock you by how late they both are, “OH SHOOT'' After hearing the time realizing just how fucked you were, acting quick you grab the new boy’s hand and start running towards the building. Jisung trailing behind the small girl is blushing due to the sudden skin ship and can feel his heart pounding due to the spontaneousness of the girl's actions along with the running not at all helping with his heart rate. Running across the field underneath the sunlight causes an increase in heart rate, a mutual feeling felt by the two, but you both recognize it as a mere adrenaline rush as you both try to take in the predicament you find yourselves in. Jisung staring at the hand who had taken his own so boldly, looked up staring at your hair that had turned from a raven black shade to a chocolate brown in the sunlight admiring how it swayed while you ran. Continuing to run you turn around with a huge smile across your face locking eyes with the boy whos awestruck expression turns into a comforting smile. Somehow without even knowing each other's names you both felt as if you've managed to escape reality, like the two of you were the only people in the universe, a feeling so rare, a scene only in movies, an occurrence never forgotten and yet was just experienced by these two individuals, even if it was just for a moment. 

April: April bears us spring, which in turn prepares us for summer. The weather is unlike any other, it follows the frigid temperatures of winter and yet precedes the intense heat of summer, the month is in equilibrium. 

You watch from the safety of the other side of the field as Jisung is teased yet again by his new found friend group. As cliche as it sounds he managed to land himself with the “popular kids'' group despite this school not caring much for social norms, even if there was a popular group it’d be them and they’ve accepted him wholeheartedly as if he spent the last two years with them. Much to everyone’s surprise Jisung was capable of fitting in despite him being the new kid and it being the last year, it was almost as if he was the missing part of their friend group. The group consisted of Chenle, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan and Mark and they weren’t just popular, they were rich and attractive as well. “Oh how he’s blossomed” you say to yourself while admiring Jisung for coming out of his shell and express himself freely “Oh god please don’t tell me you just said that” “You sound like a pedo” As if on cue your two friends arrive at your spot under the tree, slightly creeped out by your confession. “YA I didn’t mean it like that!” you say pouting at your friends' judgmental remarks. “It’s just that he’s grown so much and it’s only been a month'' taking one last glimpse at Jisung having fun before turning to your best friends who have already started to eat. “Jisung was an innocent shy boy when you met him, your maternal instincts kicked in when you first saw him, so helped him out and get comfortable at the school and now you feel like you’ve raised him but now that he’s found a proper friend group you’re sad blah blah blah yes we get it.” Shocked and speechless at what Mee-yon just said, you shake your head looking down before resting your head on your arms placed on your knees while meeting their gaze, “Did I really sound like a pedo?” this time Kyung-Hu was the one to reply “yes you definitely did” nodding innocently while getting it to you straight. And with that final blow you hide your head in your crossed arms similar to a fetal position, accepting your defeat at their teasing. 

As you hear your friends move on to a new topic you just keep your head down too tired to raise it and decide to take a mini nap to hopefully make up for the 3 hours of sleep you got the night before. It wasn’t like you and jisung falling off bothered you that much you actually rarely thought about it, but for some reason today you were bothered. I guess we were never really friends. I guess more like friendly acquaintances? What about the time we hung out after school or skipped class together, did that mean anything? You sighed letting go of the memories of jisung and started falling asleep unaware of the glances from the same person you were just thinking about. You dreamed about the day you two met, after getting too tired to run the whole way there, since the two of you were already late you decided to just walk the rest of the way to your classroom while in the school, to give Jisung a mini school tour. “You just transferred here right?” “yeah I used to live in Inseon” “so why’d you decide to move here and transfer just a week after school started?” “My mom got an unexpected promotion she couldn’t refuse so we had to move to Seoul, but you sure ask a lot of questions'' you remember him teasing you for that “Well do you blame me? I’m curious.” You catch him off guard by your retaliation, “so do you miss it?” asking another unexpected question that causes a change in mood after bringing up his old home. “Of course I do, I grew up there, I had friends there and I had memories” you turned around noticing his melancholy expression while reminiscing and looked at him with concern, feeling sorry for the boy who was just staring at the ceiling almost as if he was trying to find something that was not even there. He notices the silence and makes eye contact with you realizing he must’ve worried you. “Oh but it’s better this way!” He says happily to ease your obvious concern and you stare at the nervous boy, eyebrow raised not convinced by his sudden change of heart. You let it go and the two of you walked a little bit more in silence before stopping, well at least you stopped, Jisung was absent minded enough to not realize you had stopped walking and bumped into back, you instantly looked up and stared at the boy directly over you. Jisung as the shy boy he was, panics and steps back slightly red which causes you to chuckle at his innocent behaviour. “Well here we are room 215” but before jisung was able to walk into the classroom, you turn around and stop him holding out your palm showing the universal symbol to stop, before extending it as a handshake. “Before you hear it from anyone else, I'm y/n” while grinning from ear to ear and jisung grasps your hand and gives you a light handshake, “hi i’m park jisung” returning you the same enthusiasm through a smile. After holding each others hands a little longer than expected, you let go awkwardly and enter the rowdy classroom filled with talking, laughter and pure ruckus. 

You didn't know one was capable of dreaming of a memory but you just did, and just as it was before, your nap was interrupted by noise, this time in the form of whispers, many whispers. You lift your head using your right hand to rub your eyes to adjust to the light and you meet eyes with the very boy you were dreaming about. “Jisung?” you ask with open eyes, confused and surprised. “O-oh hi y/n we meet here again” he answers, scratching the nape of his neck sheepishly. His friends beside him, snicker at his awkward response and continue laughing amongst each other mocking him, jisung notices this and pretends he’s about to hit them so they’d stop making you feel uncomfortable. He looks back at you even more embarrassed to explain his presence in front of you, “so-” “Why are you here, and where's kyung-hu and mee-yon” You notice that your two friends are nowhere to be found and you become more and more anxious being alone with practical strangers. “Funny you should mention that, they actually-” “We went to get some snacks!” Although kinda mad at them for leaving you alone, at least they showed up before this conversation could get any more awkward than it already was. Jisung feels quite relieved sparing him from the awkward exchange however his friends can’t get enough of his uncomfortableness bursting out in laughter when he was interrupted, not once but two times. Jisung and his friends move themselves to the tree beside you guys resting under the shade after mee-yoon and kyung-hu return back to their seats. After waiting until they were at a comfortable distance you start yell/whispering at your friends, “WHat the fuck guys you dont leave me alone with strangers!” “Oh don’t worry at least you finally talked to him instead of staring at him all day. Plus we needed to get enough snacks for all of us and we all know one person can’t carry all of that food. So please consider this strawberry milk as an apology.” Kyung-hu offers you the drink with Mee-yoon nodding her head in agreement. “Ugh I guess this was worth that horrible experience”  you take your favourite drink after barely eating anything due to your lack of appetite. 

The bell goes off and everyone starts to leave the field and head under the main building including you and your friends and since those two had a class together you took a different hallway hearing footsteps behind you before realizing the only person that could’ve been behind you was someone in your class, god please kill me now. And before the awkwardness kills you, you turn around and break the silence “hey thanks for watching me while I slept I understand my friends prolly asked you to do it as a favour and I really appreciate it” Jisung looks up after staring at his feet initially scared to stare in your direction. “No problem, i'm sorry that woke you up from your nap under that tree, it feels almost like deja vu” Both of you shyly laugh at his reference to your first encounter reminiscing the past memory. “Tell me park jisung why is it always you that must ruin my napping time? What have I done to deserve such cruelty.” Your exaggeration and choice of words managed to put a smile on his face and even a chuckle out of him. “Hey that's not my fault you’re obsessed with sleeping under that tree.” “But it’d be a waste not to, the weather this time of the year is just right, you can feel the heat but it's not overbearing it comforts you, it doesn’t require you to add layers nor remove any. We don’t need to change, not one bit. I can’t afford to take these moments for granted.” Jisung stares at your back taken aback by your sudden seriousness, not to mention the topic being the mere weather. Coincidentally the roles were now reversed, it was now Jisung that was perplexed by the change of mood similar to how you were a month ago. Although he could tell your words held more depth than they let on and decided not to speak on the matter moving on with the conversation. “But seriously no need to thank me after all I do kinda owe you for helping me out, plus you’re my friend, actually my first friend at this school” flashing you a smile which eases the awkwardness of your conversation. “Friend?” you widen your eyes at the title, unaware he saw you like that considering the limited time the two of you spent together. “Yeah that's what you call people you care about right?” your eyes follow his figure with a speechless expression on your face as he passes by you and walks ahead to go back to class, but just before he walks in he steps back to look back at you, “are you coming, friend?” before winking at you, emasked in the sunlight coming from the classroom, changing his eyes a lighter shade, before completely walking into the classroom. He leaves you baffled and blushing at his new found confidence and you are still processing what just happened, did he just wink at me? You shake your head trying to forget his words in hopes of calming your heart rate and enter your classroom sitting in your seat, on the other side of the class. Despite how much you try to hide your embarrassment, you just couldn’t hide how pink your ears were, same as jisung who might have put on a brave front, is slightly regretting and yet at the same time, proud of what he said. Both of you refusing to look anywhere else but down and especially not at each other, lost in your own thoughts but if the both of you had just looked at eachother even if it was just for a moment, you both would’ve found out something crucial about each other. 

May: May does not only serve as the last stretch of spring but as a period of freedom. It enables the ability to be free enough to have dreams and independent enough to act on them. 

Unlike the last two months you and jisung actually managed to talk more, although more doesn’t necessarily mean a lot but considering you and him have only shared a few meaningful conversations over the span of two months, your current relationship was a huge upgrade. Disregarding the occasional partner project or pairing in physical ed, in which you and jisung had always chosen each other considering both of your friends were in different classes, you’ve developed somewhat of a casual and low maintenance friendship, that didn’t need frequent conversations but had few but worthwhile moments, all of which were cherished by the both of you, as they reassembled the same serenity the two of you shared the first day you met each other. The moments you shared rarely felt forced and if they were, due to the immature pressures of both of your friend groups, the two of you had no trouble slipping into your own world. As naive as it sounds the friendship the two of you shared was purely platonic, no doubt there were moments of butterflies and heart racing however it only lasted just for a moment, quickly fading away. However someone you were interested in was the guy that helped you on your first day, although all that you knew about him was his name, yangyang. 

You and your two friends approach the stands taking your seats to watch the soccer game hosted by your school after getting invited to sit beside jisung and a few of his friends to cheer on Jaemin, playing as a forward and Jeno, the goalie. As you look forward at the field and someone wearing the number 24 caught your eye. You found the haircut and build of number 24 familiar. You struggled trying to figure out just where you saw someone with similar features as 24, but it was only until he finally turned in your direction, getting a good look at his face. “That's him!” you accidentally stood up, hands covering your open mouth and jisung who was having a conversation with his best friend chenle, turned around to look at your stunned expression. “Hm? What happened?” You looked around embarrassed by drawing attention to yourself and sat back down awkwardly, leaning towards jisung who sat in the row in front of you to whisper, “do you know who number 24 is?” “Yeah that’s yangyang but what about him?” “Yeah I KNOW what his name is, but like who is he?” “I hope you realize how stupid you sound, but why are you asking me, I’M the new kid remember? Not the person who has been attending this school for the past two years.” Jisung raises his eyebrow to you confused as to why you don’t know who this guy was, expecting the both of you to have already met at least once. “So what you’re basically saying is that you got nothing?” “No I never said that, for your information yangyang is our age but he only transferred here last year from Germany. I guess he keeps himself lowkey, soccer is really his only extracurricular.” “bruh you should’ve just led with that, not with any of this new kid bs” “I think you meant to say thank you” Jisung gives you a deadpan look disappointed by your ungratefulness, you catch a glimpse of his face and laugh at how annoyed he is. Hoping not to make your friend upset, you lean in and stick out your tongue playfully in a teasing manner before flashing him your signature smile, “Thank you Jwi~”. Taken aback by his nickname (jwi means mouse in korean) along with the hint of aegyo in your voice, blood rises to his cheeks and to his ears but before you properly see it, he covers his face with his hands while looking down although his ears, like always, were giving him away. 

But before you could tease him the announcer's voice filled the outdoor stadium, “Ladies and gentlemen the game between Seoul Highschool and Apgujeong Highschool is about to commence!” Suddenly you hear everyone in the stands start screaming yelling to the top of their lungs. “We will first introduce the starting lineup of the home team, starting with co-captains Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno!” You, jisung and both of your friends stand up and start cheering on the duo running onto the field, as you have become quite friendly with jisung and his friends so it was only fitting for you to support them. After their introduction you paid no attention to the remainder of the names until, “Now introducing number 24 yangyang!” Your head that was previously resting on your palm was raised after hearing that familiar name and you lean in trying to get a closer look at him before going beside jisungs ear. “Ya” Jisung, scared by the sudden noise, flinches back leaning on to chenle, who was too distracted talking to Renjun to notice his best friend but jisungs reaction does cause you to grin. Pointing at the smiling boy on the field, you say “Do you know what class he’s in?” “Oh him?” He takes a double check looking you up and down weirded out by your enthusiasm and interest in the soccer player. “Yes we were literally talking about him like 10 seconds ago” you rolling your eyes at his forgetfulness, you find it hard to believe he could be this oblivious knowing he was acting like this to tease you. “Yeah I know what class he’s in” you glare at the boy already knowing you’d have to do the most for him to finally spill the tea. “Uh would you like to tell meee?” you, not caring if you seemed desperate. “Lemme think, hmmm yeah no i'm good” “YAH PARK JISUNG'' you see his amused expression before coughing to regain your composure and trying another strategy “Can u please tell me~” you try to act as soft and cute as possible and although aegyo tears away at your soul, you know jisung couldn’t bare the sight of it. “STOP OH GOD” He tries to cover your face so he wouldn’t need to watch your aegyo any longer but you being determined, keep dodging him so he could see every cute action you’d do. “Please jisung~” “OKOK FINE JUST PLEASE STOP!” You quickly change your expression to a serious one which slightly scares jisung “so tell me what his classroom is” you say in a threatening tone while stabbing his ribs with your fingers causing him to flinch away, he sighs and slouches showing his surrender, caving into your antics, “fine it’s room 105” “Thank you! See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” You happily smile at him but you can see he obviously didn’t reciprocate the same feelings of joy and instead glaring at you. “Easy for you to say I have to bleach my eyes and tend to my wounds” Jisung cries out while holding the ribs you just stabbed, you roll your eyes yet again and scoff at his over exaggeration. “You’re such a kid.” “I'm legit older than you soo you’re the child here” him feeling proud at his comeback, looks up to catch your reaction but you’re pouting, hand crossed over your chest upset by the undeniable fact, which he finds kind of adorable. “Anyways why are you so interested in this guy anyways? Do you like him or something” jisung asks with his eyebrow raised while poking your leg suggesting that you do hold feelings for the boy, you feel your face become slightly hot by his suggestion. You swat his hand away and say, “N-no, the answer is no. How can I even like him, I hardly know anything about him. I’m just...” “you're just?” you start glaring him for interrupting your sentence and for teasing you. “I’m just interested” you finally end your sentence returning a playful wink to jisung just as he did a month ago. “Uh huh” Jisung says with a suspicious tone before turning around showing his back to you and properly watching his friends play in their first game of the season. Not satisfied with his answer you decide to talk a bit more, “what, can’t a girl be interested in a guy? I can’t just sit around dreaming about the day he approaches me, when I want something, whatever that may be, I go get it! Plus don’t you have anyone you’re interested in?” Still refusing to turn to you, you assumed he was just ignoring you, not paying attention to your question but jisung’s act backfired when you noticed his ears turn pink after hearing what you asked. “Heoll~, our jisungie has a crush?” (heol is korean slang for omg) you start shaking his shoulders out of excitement of this discovery. Still not looking at you, jisung puts his head in his hands to hide his embarrassment, amused by his timidness, you try to make him turn to you but he won't budging, unable to look at you to spare himself further embarrassment. In truth jisung didn’t have anyone he was interested in, so he was confusing himself but it was probably the question itself and the possibility of him having a crush that made him embarrassed, or at least that’s what he told himself.  “Yaaaaa jisunggg tell me~” You say in a teasing voice but realizing your strategy wasn’t gonna make him turn your way, you smirk hoping that if anything were to get him to turn around it’d be this. So you start tickling him hoping he was even ticklish which fortunately he was, severely ticklish at that too. He starts to spasm due to the tickling laughing uncontrollably using his hands to block your hands and move away from your grasp. “YA STO-” turning around to yell at you, unaware at how close you got when trying to tickle him, he stops mid sentence finally realizing the lack of distance between the two of you. He takes a small gasp interrupting what he was going to say, speechless by the sudden eye contact, but it’s too late your eyes were already locked. “Ah there you are~” you say that in such a gentle tone that it was more of a whisper, inaudible to anyone besides you and jisung. Once again you guys find each other in the sunlight, which lights up both of your eyes making them seem as clear as honey, unaware of everyone standing up, cheering as yangyang just scored a goal. Both of you too lost in each other's eyes to notice anything else besides the smallest details in each other's iris’. However the gaze is suddenly broken when you look around and realize the cause of celebration, clueless to jisung's lingering gaze. “Oh my god look yangyang just scored a goal!” You tell the boy in front of you eyes glimmering with admiration, much to jisung's displeasure. Jisung was slightly upset at the soccer player who was the reason for breaking your eye contact, along with the fond expression brought to your face when looking at yangyang rather than himself. And although jisung might never admit it, deep down he’d wish for you to look at him like that even if it was just for a moment.

June: After months in the cold waiting for the arrival of summer, at last June has arrived. The month does not only represent a drastic change in temperature but in emotions as well, this month is when mere feelings can finally develop, for better or for worse. 

“I like you” the words you hear coming out of your newest friend, whom you’ve become quite close to and bonded with over the past month. “Yangyang I-” “it’s okay you don’t have to answer, I just wanted to tell you” The boy says before winking and smiling at you with confidence. In the distance you could hear his friend Hendrey call out to him in a distance and you see him turn around to wave at his friend and turn back around, “anyways y/n I kind of need to go now, my friend is calling me” He says scratching the back of his neck, reminding you of another male friend of yours, using his thumb to point back to hendrey. He runs off to his friend, not forgetting to turn around, giving a cute wave before Hendrey wraps his arm around his shoulders walking off to who knows where. Now you’re left alone dumbfounded, behind the school building with a stunned expression, while physically you look as if your mind is blank your thoughts were far from that of panicking at your friends sudden confession. In retrospect you were kind of expecting this to happen as at some point considering your relationship was never just friends, you yourself started talking to him with slight romantic interests involved. Although it was, at least for you, a bit too soon. Still baffled by recent events you failed to notice the running footsteps of two boys come from behind you. “YA CHENLE GIVE THAT BACK!” You remain stuck in your headspace as both boys suddenly stop when they notice your strange figure and start whispering to themselves. “Yah isn't that y/n?” Chenle says to the jisung who steps closer to get a better look at you standing alone, he turns back to his friend “Uh yeah I think so?” There’s a second of silence as the boys try to figure out the odd circumstance, before Chenle says, “oh well HAVE FUN!” sticking out his tongue and running away while laughing uncontrollably hoping jisung doesn’t try to go after him after successfully figuring out his password and stealing his phone. “YA” jisung lets out a heavy sigh giving up trying to get his phone back and turning towards the dazed girl, shaking your shoulder a bit to get you out of your trance “Y/n?” “H-huh? Jisung? W-what're you doing here?” “I should ask you the same thing, I mean you're all alone out here” “Oh I was? I guess I didn't notice.” You shake your head trying to forget yangyang’s confession and bring yourself back to reality not noticing jisung turning his head to the side to hide the slight blush after seeing you in a confused state. Confused as to why he had suddenly spaced out looking in another direction, “Jisung?” You ask him while tilting your head cutely, an action jisung was still able to see in his peripheral vision which made him want to keep his head turned away even more. It was now you trying to get his attention so you smile realizing the irony of the situation,”Y-yeah?” “You wanna go to class now?” You say smiling before walking ahead of him with a slight skip in your step. “Yeah sure” you hear him say awkwardly following you to class. The two of you walked in silence from that moment on side by side, you taking a few glances to check up on him as he did with you and whenever you two did make eye contact you both gave each other a smile that although a bit awkward, was comforting in some way. 

It was almost a week after yangyangs confession and since then you’ve fortunately managed to avoid him, still confused with what your answer, but it wasn’t whether or not you had feelings for him or not because you knew the boy could make you laugh, smile and give you butterflies at soon as you laid eyes on him, but you felt as if it was rushed. You considered it as only a crush than deep feelings for a committed relationship, simply put it was too early. And yet you knew you’d regret rejecting him because you didn’t want your relationship to end, rejecting him would risk losing, what would've been a perfect relationship due to your own indecisiveness. Ugh I hate feelings, you trying to decide your answer, was exactly what caused you to get lost during your late night walk you took to clear your head. Realizing that you’d been spacing out, you take a look at your surroundings and you had absolutely no idea where you were. “Oh shit” although what you could recognize is a neon sign at the end of the street that spelled out Convenience Store with a couple tables and seats at the front for eating. Feeling your stomach give a loud growl, you unlock your phone just to check if you have time to spare to eat some ramen, before your mom yells at you for staying out too late, 9:00 only? “OK! Lets go!” you celebrate to yourself, pumping a fist in the air before skipping towards the store and greeting the cashier. While you run your finger through the shelfs scanning the inventory trying to find your favourite ramen, “cheese ramen, cheese ramen, cheese ramen” All of a sudden you hear the door of the store open due the iconic bell and you hear a voice, a male voice greet the cashier as well, “Good evening~” FUCK! You instantly recognize the voice cursing inwardly at the chances you’d bump into him at a convenience store of all places. You immediately move to the next aisle, away from the entrance praying that he wouldn’t see you hiding behind the end of the aisle. “This literally cannot be happening to me” “What can’t be happening to you?” you let out a shriek, jumping back startled to hear ANOTHER voice. Please don't be him, please don't be him, you open your eyes that were shut due to fright, to look up at the stranger that just scared you “J-jisung?” “Yeah who else?” You wonder why you didn’t recognize his voice initially but you see his confident grin while looking at your distressed state, it somehow pleased him to see you like this. “So you gonna answer my question or are you gonna keep on staring at me?” Realizing you must look completely crazy, you fix your posture to look at jisung straight in the eye, “none of your business.” And you walk away from the boy taking your former spot using the aisle to block anyone’s view of you. You occasionally peek your head out just to check on the whereabouts of the mystery boy and jisung takes notes of this, standing behind you, hovering like the giant he is. He chuckles at your childishness, “who are you hiding from?” He asks out loud not caring if anyone heard him, you panic quickly putting your hand over his mouth to shut him up. “Jheez can u be any louder? Plus did I not make it clear, none. of. your. business.” Jisung pouts at you before licking the inside of your hand causing you to let go of him and give him a look of a disgust while you try to wipe his saliva off your hand with your sweater, but all he does is flash you a playful smile satisfied with your reaction. You roll your eyes at jisungs shenanigans and turn around to continue your spying seeing that the boy stayed by the cashier examining the gums and candies. Jisung follows your gaze tryna figure out just who you’re so afraid of before realizing who it was and his smile then turned into a thin line. “Him?” “Ya what do you mean him? That's yangyang!” You hit jisung offended by his reaction to your crush. Jisung flinches pretending that your hit actually hurt, “yeah did I stutter?” you ignore what jisung just said, too focused on predicting the movements of yangyang, maybe focusing too hard that just when you thought he was going to leave without noticing you, you two accidentally make eye contact and you quickly hide behind the aisle hoping he didn't see you. With your chest going up and down, you struggle to control your heart rate placing your hand on your chest to hopefully help lower it down. Jisung widens his eyes seeing you so flustered, “why what happened?” he looks at you, concerned thinking you’re having a heart attack. “He saw me” you slide down now sitting on the floor with your legs folded in front of you while you hide your face in your hands breathing into them, trying to calm yourself down. “What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do” you continually repeat those words slightly scaring jisung in the process, although after seeing you in this condition he realized he needed to help in some way. “Okok just stay here” patting your head before walking off leaving you to curl up on your own. Jisung walks down the aisle that yangyang just saw you in, already meeting face to face with the boy that had walked in your direction trying to check if it was really you or a hallucination. He stops when he sees jisung, taking a step back confused as to why he’d see him there of all places, “Jisun-” “Oh hey Yangyang funny seeing you here, isn’t it a bit late tho? Based on what jeno and jaemin were talking about I swear you guys have soccer practice in the morning tomorrow at 6, no?” Jisung interrupted yangyang, rambling on about a made up soccer practice, jisung thought of on the spot, while putting his arm around the clueless boy's shoulders pushing him until they made it out of the store and before yangyang could process what was happening. “O-oh they never told me we had practice” “oh well good thing you heard it from me, tho you might wanna double check just in case, ok?” “y-yeah ok, but wait-'' but before jisung could hear his question concerning you, and then be forced to answer it he turned around and walked away allowing the convenience store door to shut thus ending their interaction, leaving yangyang completely dumbfounded as to how he ended up outside of the store instead of inside looking for you. Jisung gives a sigh of relief upon returning to the scared figure on the ground in front of him, “It’s okay now” you hear those comforting words escape his mouth and you lift up your head to look up at him, “is he gone now?” Suddenly, jisung feels heat rise to his cheeks when looking down at your curled up body, resembling a scared child and somehow your question triggered a protective instinct in jisung, who felt the need to protect you from all the things wrong in the world well at least all the things that you couldn’t protect your own self from. Finally calming down after your nervous breakdown you stand up wiping away the dust on your clothes before turning to jisung with a smile on your face, “Now let's go eat some ramen!” 

Both of you walk out of the convenience store after finding your cheese ramen and his spicy one, cooking it using the hot water at the store. You both sit down on one of the tables in front of the store met with a cool breeze that cooled the two of you down a bit from the summer heat. After taking a few bites and many loud slurps from the ramen, the two of you take your time to chew creating a moment of silence so jisung turns to you, “so you wanna tell me what happened in there?” You feel obligated to give him an explanation especially after how he helped you out, swallowing your food you lay your chopsticks down and explain to him the situation of yangyang confessing to you and you being nervous and confused. “Heol, yangyang actually likes you? Whaa” You throw a piece of your trash at him offended by his question, “Ya what do you mean actually liked me, what is their not to like” you say while flipping your hair back confidently, “Mhm you keep telling yourself that” his comeback slightly surprising you but you stop there not trying to take anymore insulting comments. “Ok but I was really nervous back there, if I wasn't so antisocial or if I actually understood my feelings then maybe yangyang and I would’ve already been dating and doing whatever couples do.” Thinking about the possibilities you pout and shove a bunch of noodles in your mouth to chew angrily, showing just how stressed out you were. Jisung lets out a laugh which earns a glare from you after being charmed by your inexperience and instead of making fun of your fantasies with yangyang, he empathizes with your situation thinking of a mature answer to help you out. “Do you seriously think anyone understands themselves? Because they don’t. People may put on a convincing facade but trust me when I tell you everyone is just as confused as you are. We’re teenagers for god sakes, we’re supposed to be going through this. You may not know what you want now, but in the future you will and how are you ever gonna figure it out unless you try? I have no idea what you’re feeling right now but I do know it’d be a waste to push those feelings aside because you’re scared. You’re the only thing stopping yourself and for whatever the reason is to why you're scared, whether that be getting hurt or getting embarrassed, just know it's natural and what’s meant to happen will happen but only if you allow it to.” In awe of jisungs words and yet curious as to how he developed all that wisdom. You stare at him, trying to read his face trying to understand what he was thinking. Instead you notice the soft glow of the neon sign on his features, his hair and face slightly lit up. You soften your expression while examining the details of the boy in front of you, who’s sitting with a slight slouch while spacing out, looking down at his ramen that makes you giggle inwardly because it looks like he’s glaring at his own food. You notice just how innocent and vulnerable he looks, and yet on the contrary you are unable to understand his thoughts now matter how you try. You find yourself spotting traits about jisung that you never realized before, like the glimmer in his eye or the sound of his sniffle while eating hot noodles, or how his cheeks puff out in the slightest and his hands inter cross when trying to focus. Even if he was sitting right across from her, he felt beyond reach and in the perspective you found jisung in, he was what they call picture perfect. If only I could just read his mind, even if it was just for a moment. However you stop yourself from staring at your friend for any longer and look down to take in his words, the same words that caught you off guard. You take a minute to absorb jisungs advice and just as quickly as yangyang said those three words to you, three words of the same nature slip out of your mouth, delivering the long awaited answer you were trying so hard to figure out, “I like yangyang.”

If you were able to read this far, I love you~

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Wolf and Raven Chapter 1

Been a while since I’ve done anything like this huh? Further explanations will be at the end.

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Snow always seemed to dampen noise. Even though there was some wind to be felt within the trees, it could barely be heard. It gently tossed snow and teased the edge of furs belonging to a figure with amber eyes just within the treeline. Watched the shore, waiting, hoping.

A black dot appeared on the horizon, getting larger and larger every second until a raven landed on the shore.

The figure within the tree line shot to their feet and began to walk out, only to pause as the raven changed shape.

Standing in the raven’s place was a woman, dark skin and hair with feathers intertwined with a braid at front and across the scalp. Clad in black clothing with a raven’s outstretched wings etched across her chest, and in one hand held a Staff of Power. Raven’s Staff of Power, but this was not the Raven the figure in the trees knew.

The woman turned slowly, scanning the water and the treeline, pausing only for a moment as her eyes landed on the hider’s position.

Finally, the person in the treeline left, trying to appear at ease as she approached. In contrast to the solid black of the woman on shore, this person had silvery hair tied back in a plait that poked out of her hood, dressed warmly in grey and white furs. She pulled down the fur lined cloak hood, appraising the newcomer with amber eyes, while a curved scar ran across her cheek.

“Did Raven send you?”

The woman clad in black narrowed her eyes a fraction. “I think you will find that I am Raven.”

“I see,” the woman in furs glanced at the Staff of Power in Raven’s hand. It was a bit more ornate than she remembered, perhaps to emulate the new holder. “My apologies Raven. Thank you for answering my call.”

“If it was your call I answered, then you must be Wolf?”

“I am she,” Wolf inclined her head slightly. “Welcome to my home.”

Raven scanned the snowy treeline behind them, nodding ever so slightly, her expression carefully schooled.

“I take it you were not expecting me,” Raven said, unreadable eyes meeting Wolf’s.

“I was not,” Wolf answered honestly. “I knew your predecessor, I was expecting him, if he came at all.”

“I hope to not disappoint.”

“I am sure that you will not,” Wolf smiled. “Are your Warriors on their way?”

“Aye. They will be here within the hour.”

“Excellent,” Wolf turned her gaze towards the water. “Please do not be insulted by them having to complete trials, the Giants wish to make their judgements.”

“I was expecting it,” Raven nodded, followed Wolf’s gaze.

Wolf nodded, folding her arms and shifting her weight slightly. The water was still as glass, reflecting the clear sky perfectly. Yet the wind still whipped by, catching whisps of hair that weren’t caught in the plait.

“Your message was not detailed,” Raven noted. “It merely asked for the help of Raven and the Warriors against a threat. What is happening here?”

Wolf took a deep breath. “I will explain in more detail once the Warriors arrive, but simply, the land is dying, and I believe that, Nevar, is behind it.”

Raven stiffened beside her before nodding. “Nevar is trapped in a desolate realm, but he seems to be able to influence this world from it, and move between at times.”

“I have seen his demons,” Wolf’s face twisted. “Whether Nevar is physically here is irrelevant. I can feel him. Like a rabbit feels the gaze of a hawk.”

Raven glanced up. “I feel it also.”

“It is worse the further you go into the forest,” Wolf shifted her weight again. “I hope that your Warriors are up to the task.”

“They will be.”

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Raven’s timekeeping was excellent. An hour later four canoes had been pulled up onto shore and 16 Warriors were assembled. They were split into four groups of four, dressed in red, blue, green and white. They were the Stoats, the Bears, the Lynx and the Hawks, respectively.

Raven stepped towards them.

“Warriors,” she spoke. “Welcome to the Wilds of the North. We have been summoned here to aid in a great peril. Nevar and his forces have reached this place, and we will need your help to remove him,” she turned to look at Wolf. “This is Wolf, the one who summoned us here, she will provide more information.”

Wolf stepped forward, eying the Warriors. They were young, too young in her opinion. However their faces were determined and they held themselves with great confidence.

“I have sensed Nevar’s presence within this land for several weeks, and have heard word on the wind that he and his forces have set up a fortress in the heart of this forest,” Wolf cast her arm back to gesture to the trees behind her. “At the centre of this forest stands a mighty tree, which is the beating heart of these lands. Recently a dark corruption has spread from the heart, poisoning the creatures of this land.

“The rulers of this land, the Giants, also fear. For they are connected to this land as any of the trees, and this corruption is weakening them. They are the ones who asked for me to call for help, and they will be the ones testing you. They cannot risk the impure of heart reaching the Heart Tree.

“More shall be explained as time goes on, but for now we shall proceed to the leadership trials. Follow me.”

Wolf began to walk into the trees and Raven followed, the Warriors in single file behind.

The Leadership trials were simple, one physical and one mental challenge for each team. Above them the trees creaked and groaned and Wolf could feel the Giants watching, judging.

The Leaders were selected and Wolf stepped forward.

“Congratulations Warriors, your leaders have been selected. Heed them well. Leaders, look out for you team, guide them well. The Giant’s Trials will begin tomorrow, so I suggest you get plenty of rest. I shall report back to the Giants, and reconvene with you all in the morrow. Goodnight.”

Wolf stepped away from the group, changing into a grey wolf before loping off into the forest.

Raven watched the Warriors set up camp until she noticed the purple glow coming the Raven’s Eye. With a quick excuse she walked into the trees, away from camp, and summoned Raven of Old.

A man in a black feathered mantle and black cloak, black hair and beard appeared from purple smoke.

“Is everything proceeding as planned?” he asked.

“The Warriors have arrived safely and have selected their leaders. They will be ready for the challenges that await them.”

Raven of Old nodded. “And Wolf?”

“She has been helpful. She is advising the Warriors and acting as liaison for the Giants.”

Raven of Old looked away briefly before looking back at Raven. “I suggest that you be careful around her. Do not trust her.”

“Why? Do you not trust her?”

Raven of Old levelled his gaze at Raven, eyes peering right through her. “She has betrayed me before. Keep your eye on her.”

“I understand,” Raven tilted her head ever so slightly.

Raven of Old nodded in approval before looking around the snow covered trees. “This is a strange land, with many enemies. I will do my best to gather information on Nevar’s forces from the desolate realm. Keep your wits about you young Raven, and may the luck of the Raven’s Eye be with you.”

“Thank you Raven,��� Raven nodded, before Raven of Old disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

For a moment, Raven let the mask slip, uncertainty flitting across her face before squaring her shoulders and walking back to camp.

Wolf meanwhile had run to the outskirts of the forest, where the trees gave way to the grey rock and scrubby grass of the mountain foothills. She sat for a moment, tongue lolling as she caught her breath, before tilting her head back and howling.

By the time the first echo had faded, the rocks in front of her had moved, shifting and twisting until they resembled one, massive, foot.

The sky darkened above her as the mountain moved, and a rocky hand lowered, each finger the width of a canoe. Wolf stepped onto the hand and settled in the palm as it rose up again. She shifted to human as the hand brought her higher, and stood up when the hand juddered to a halt.

A face loomed in the clouds, craggy lips as long as a tree was tall and eyes more than twice the size of Wolf’s head. The skin was the colour of the rock, in fact it was the rock. These weren’t mountains, but the sleeping Giants themselves.

“Reeeepoooort,” the Giant rumbled like thunder.

“The Warriors show promise, they have selected their leaders from the trials, and will be ready for the challenges you bring in the morning.”

“Aaaand the Daaark Oooone?”

“There was no sign of him. Your wards around the trials were effective.”

“Gooood. The Raaaaven whoooo iiiis nooot a raaaaven, hooooow faaaaress sheee?”

“She appears to fare well. She was not who I expected, but I will take what help I can get.”

“Gooood. Reeest liiiittle Woooolf. Theee fooorest groooows daaarkeerrr eeeaach daaaay.”

“I will. I know.”

The hand began to lower her back to the ground, and once down Wolf began to hike back to her own camp.

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A/N

So, hi. Been a while since I actually posted something here that wasn’t The Watch AU related, huh?

It's not that I haven't been writing, just not anything that's finished, and you all know I don't like to start posting stuff unless the whole thing is finished.So, this is still fanfiction. This is fanfiction for the series Raven, from CBBC. If you've never heard of it, it's a medieval themed gameshow that I grew up with that aired from 2002-2010 with the og Raven (here as Raven of Old), played by James Mackenzie, and returned for 2 series in 2017-2018 with a new Raven played by Aisha Toussaint, with Raven of Old popping in in a similar manner to what was in this chapter.

This is going to be in the style of the story based spin-offs (Raven: The Island, Raven: The Secret Temple, and Raven: The Dragon's Eye), with less focus on the contestants/Warriors and more on the acted characters. I had this idea around 2009 and recently got reminded of it and wanted to make it half decent. Obviously when I first thought of this, James Mackenzie was still playing Raven all the time and there was not even a hint of Aisha Toussaint's Raven, but there you go.

Wolf is my OC in all of this, and the Giants and the Land to the North are my own concept, but Nevar and both Ravens are canon to the Raven universe.

Thank you to @fairyofsomething for reading this over for me!

Giant Speech not elongated

“Report,”

“And the Dark One?”

“Good. The Raven who is not a raven, how fares she?”

“Good. Rest little Wolf. The forest grows darker each day.”

[youarejesting]

Quarantine.30

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With all the courage he could muster, Seokjin zipped your suit back into place; patching up the suit with some medical tape he found in the bag and securing your breather back into place. Tears fell as he knew you were fading away. You woke to the sounds of his movements.

Realizing the need to get up and move, you could feel yourself getting worse. The morphine had long since stopped working. You forced yourself up, opening the backseat and properly fastened your breather. You moved to the front of the car reaching into the glove box for the spare key to your brother’s apartment, finding the spare car key attached.

Your eyes fell shut for the briefest of moments before forcing them open once more. You started up the vehicle and drove off before Seokjin fully emerged to sit in the passenger seat. You knew the general area you were in, having traveled it a few times previous.

“Let me drive?” He asked and you shook your head immediately, regretting the action when your head started to spin. 

“I have driven in the fog multiple times, let me.” You were so close. Your injured leg was completely numb but still managed to cause so much pain. Seokjin watched you like a hawk, looking scared out of his mind.

“We are almost there. That’s the clinic right theee…”

You fell forward against the wheel both hands sliding down off. Lunging across the centre console, Jin grabbed the wheel sliding his foot onto the brake. He engaged the hand break causing the vehicle’s back tires to spin out and slide across the road. He covered your body with his as the car bumped into the street pole with no more force than a bumper car.

He immediately exited the car, running around to your side of the car and scooping you out. Glancing at his surroundings he noticed the tires had left black tread marks down the street. You did have a habit of crashing headfirst into situations. He shook his head, getting back to the fact you lay unconscious in his arms. 

The clinic was two buildings back and Seokjin carried your practically lifeless body to the health centre. Looking down at you he remembered everything. You knew how to make an entrance into someone’s life that was for sure. 

From the moment you crashed through the door on the day you met. Joking with them over dinner and teasing them like you were old friends. You were as timid as a category five Typhoon, laying waste to the land around you. Making hearts skip a beat when you flashed a smile or gave a flirtatious comment. 

There was something exhilarating about you that kept him coming back, the kindness in your heart was the new life growing stronger after a storm. The way you moved so smoothly in the dance studio. He wanted nothing more than to suffer through it all, to see the clouds disappear and for sweet gentle hands to embrace him like a soothing balm.

“So, you think Lee Jong-suk is better looking and makes a better male lead than, the, Kim Seokjin?”

“Who is Kim Seokjin?” You had said looking up at him curiously, hiding a playful grin behind wide eyes.

“Me!” He almost screeched, “This handsome face right here— I am Kim Seokjin.”

“Handsome?” You tilted your head as if examining a work of art in a museum and honestly you felt like he was truly a majestic being. “I mean I guess some people might find this sort of face attractive”

He chuckled remembering how he started blatantly showing you tweets and memes of himself and Army calling him ‘worldwide handsome’.

“See! They call me ‘Worldwide Handsome’ There is no face more handsome than this”

“Then why did Taehyung win ‘Forbes most handsome man’ in 2017 and tell me Hyung how many times you have… Oh right, you haven’t won have you?” Jungkook had cut in, loving to tease the eldest 

The pillow fight that followed was filled with flushed faces and your sweet giggles. Seokjin remembered Hoseok unable to stay awake any longer, the alcohol taking effect on him.

Reaching the clinic, Seokjin realized he had been talking to your unconscious form. He was begging for you to hang on. Pleading for your forgiveness and admitting his feelings without hesitation. He regretted never telling you in person how much you meant to him. Sure, he brushed the surface of the topic but it was the wrong time to tell you his true feelings. 

The middle of a rescue mission wasn’t the time for a confession. “When you wake I will tell you every day how much you mean to me.”

A gloved fist thumping against the glass door of the clinic alerted a doctor, who hesitantly approached before realizing you were regular citizens in trouble. Even though you both dressed like the gunmen.

Allowing you in, Doctor Chang immediately recognized your face and directed Seokjin to the examination room while collecting equipment. “Get her out of the suit and tell me what happened. I need to know everything. When did this happen?”

“Jungkook was kidnapped. We planned a rescue mission and left later that morning. As we headed back she was shot. We’ve been hiding in the trunk of a car waiting for the men to leave.”

“So it has been roughly how many hours?”

“13 hours?” With shaky hands, Seokjin wiped your forehead with a cool towel, “She wouldn’t wake up.”

“Well, grab this pack and follow my lead. We are going to scrub up.” Doctor Chang watched him reluctant to leave your side and sighed, “Quickly, we have to clean and stitch the wound and— judging by the time frame— attach a drain. I will need your assistance while the nurse goes to fetch the fluids, painkillers and antibiotics.”

Seokjin was concentrating on the doctor's words, following his orders while trying to hold himself together. The doctor had finished suturing the wound and began delicately attaching a small drain to it. “Her injury is badly infected from how long it was left untreated. But this is a critical time, if she makes it through the night then the worst is over”

“The hospitals have been notified that the military is on their way to deal with the gang of gunmen, so let’s have some hope.” Doctor Chang patted Seokjin’s broad shoulders, something that he would usually describe as strong and protective, now looked nothing but weak and helpless. He felt as if they were hollow, empty shells trying to hide the idol from the horrors of the world. 

Hours passed and Seokjin watched the nurses move you to a small cot to recover comfortably. In the next bed over, a soldier looked over empathetically. Seokjin walked the quiet halls, as the night grew dark, thinking about the boys and hoping they were okay. He had left the walkie in the vehicle two buildings away, so he had no way of contacting the boys.

Walking along, he saw a vending machine selling different ramyeons and despite the situation, he longed for the comfort food brought him when he was feeling sad.

As he pressed his hand against the glass his stomach called out. The sound of a coin being inserted into the machine followed by another made him move out of the way, “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you looked hungry. Pick whatever you  like,” Doctor Chang smiled, moving to the next machine and ordering a coffee. 

Seokjin chose a flavour he enjoyed, listening to the doctor’s tired speech. “I haven’t slept well in days. When this fog lifts I think I will be much happier. I want to feel the sun on my back and let the warmth seep into my skin. What about you? What do you want?”

“I want my home. I want my family.” Although Seokjin said he wanted to see his family, which was true, at this moment he meant the boys. If he closed his eyes he could picture it now; each of them in the comfort of their own home, away from prying eyes. Where they could be themselves with more than subtle touches and glances. 

They would all be cuddling on the couch in the living room. He would lay his head on Namjoon’s shoulder and reach over to lazily rake his hand through Taehyung’s soft hair, singing deeply. His arms stretched out tickling the side of Jimin’s belly causing his giggles to fill the air. Yoongi would be asleep, his head in your lap and legs over Hoseok’s, while Jungkook carried lunch to the coffee table and the argument would be heated about what movie to watch.

Not one would be able to settle on a movie huffing at one another. But within a few seconds, Jungkook would wiggle between you and the couch, his legs either side of you and wrapping you in his arms. He would bury his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet strawberries and cream scent that lingered from your shampoo and everything would be alright.

He pulled away from his daydream realizing the doctor had fallen asleep. Taking the full coffee cup from the tired man’s hand and setting it down, Seokjin stripped off his coat and rolled it up. He rested the doctor's head on it, hoping the man would be able to sleep well. He finished the coffee and food before heading back to watch over you. The morning was an hour out and then you would be out of the danger zone.

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[allthefandomloveandimagines]

Edmure tulley

Hello Lindsay! I ship you with Edmure! Though people may not be your thing you don’t have to be outgoing and loud to attract Edmure’s eye. He needs someone to love and someone to love him back. He’s often pushed into situations where his opinion won’t matter and he knows there’s not much he can do. He’d be loving though you may not see it on his exterior. He’d be interested in hearing about what you’ve read and what you’ve learned. He’d try to impress you but picking up and novel and sharing with you what he found. He’d try to bring you a new book home every time he was out and would tell you about where he’s been. I imagine he’d want to unload all of the family baggage he deals with. You’d be absolutely precious to him though he would be big on PDA in public. He’d always step forward to protect you from harm.

❤️story time❤️SORRY THIS ONE HAS SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE—-DO NOT READ IF YOU CANT HANDLE IT PLS

Edmure traveled home after a long month with the starks planning funerals and making preparations for Robb’s battle plans

He was tired and worn and not looking forward to the lost of things he would have to do when he went back to leading his house

On his way the first time he had stopped at a quaint little town full of lively people and rich music

Everyone there was friendly and talkative and it was a place he hadn’t thought to visit before

He looked forward to returning to it now that he was headed home

But when he arrived.....

All the buildings had been burned

Damaged

Markets were ripped apart and produce was smashed and covered in mud

Bodies layed across the towns roads and square

Men, women, children

They were all gone or screaming and running about looking for survivors

Edmure flagged his men to assist and in a Second he was racing his horse through the streets

His guards soon met him with news

“Raiders probably, took al the valuables and slaughtered everyone else.” He looked about

Edmure dismounted his horse and walked through the puddles mixed with blood and oil

Rain started to come down hard and the night started to close in

The fires on multiple houses were dying down but nothing was left unturned

Suddenly the grunts and shouts of wild men could be heard from a corner house with seemingly less damage than the rest of the village

Edmure grabbed his sword and trotted off into the house

He ducked under the broken frame of the door and moved a torn curtain away from the enterance

There he met two dirty looking raiders with faded tattoos and torn clothing drenched in blood

And there you were

Pinned against the wall

Tears in your eyes and dirt on your face

Your eyes travelled to edmure who immediately seemed angered by their presence

“Let her go.” He hissed

The two men laughed and one pointed a blade at your neck

“I said-“ edmure cleared his throat “let her go”

“Ey why don’t you come and get her?” You watched edmure very carefully as he creeped forward

The two men didn’t move

But you knew they were ready to

“How many?” Edmure asked

The two men looked at eachother “how many what?”

“How many people have you killed?” His voice was stern and you could tell he was angry

“Like we kept count” they both laughed and shoved eachother playfully

“I said how many people.” Edmure stopped a mere two feet from the man on the left

“Listen here you bastard,” the man stepped forward and raised his blade

But there was no point

Edmure swing his sword and it cut straight into the raiders throat

He dropped to his knees and tried to cover the fresh, bloody wound

But as he did so blood began to fill his throat and it started to spill from his lungs

He fell over

The second man pulled back and got behind you

“Stop!” Edmure shouted

The man held a blade to your neck and gently pulled your hair from your face

“Oh no, I think it is you who should stop.” His breath was hot on your neck and the blade was cold and starting to pinch at your skin

Edmure moved his sword down

“Let her go, and I’ll let you leave” he opened his arms “I won’t fight you”

“You’re stupid” the man spat at him and slowly started to move towards the door

Edmure slowly circled around the room with him making sure he wouldn’t jeopardize your safety

“Let her go.” Edmure insisted, still carefully following the man towards the door at a safe distance

“Just you wait pretty boy” he hissed back

You jerked you head away and his grip on the knife tightened making you wince

All of the sudden you saw Edmures eyes widen

“Stop!” He screamed

You saw him attempt to lunge in your direction and as he did you saw a silver blade piece through the stomach of the man holding you

You screamed and jumped to the floor

The raider fell to the floor-dead

You started to panic

Your hands shook and your eyes fell with tears

Wind started to blow drops of rain into the damaged house as night drew closer

You stayed focused on his body

His dead bleeding body

Edmure rushes to you and newly down at your side

“Are you okay?” He asked

You didn’t answer, you didn’t even look at him

More people like him entered the room and you didn’t even look at them

You were petrified

Where was everyone?

Who survived?

Who’s screams had you heard while you were hiding?

Why didn’t you help them?

Could you have helped them?

You let edmure pull you to your feet and shuffle you out the door

When you looked up your heart sank

Everything you had known was torn down and on fire

Bodies were scattered in the streets

Some of which you thought you recognized

The rain was coming down hard and it started to become more difficult to see

“Search for survivors. Then can stay at the next town over. I’ll take her with me.” Edmure dismissed his men and took off his cloak

He then wrapped it around your figure

“Do you have anyone here?”

Your eyes snapped up to his—filling with tears

“No.” You felt the knot in your throat begin to build “I have no one.”

He looked at you with pity but you could see he was struggling with what he should do

“You can come with me then, I won’t let anyone take you.” He lifted you into the back of his horse

Then mounted it himself

“I would suggest keeping your head down, we will be racing a storm.”

Much to his surprise, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your head on his back

You managed to keep the cloak tied around you in fear of freezing to death on the way to his home

Every now and then a shiver would rattle your spine and he would look back at you to make sure you were alright

Once you reached the Tully house you were rushed inside

Once you entered a group of older maids apperared

“Oh my!” Then all rushed at you full force and examined you

They were all quite short and edmure towered above themc but they didn’t really seem to notice

“Ladies, please take care of her. She will need new clothes, a room and food. She’s had a long day so please,” you looked directly up at him, your hood still on “be gentle with her.”

Edmure stalked off and was immediately followed by several old gentleman sqwauking about finances and lists and the stark family

You watched him quietly until he was out of your sight, slightly hoping he would come back

Within an hour the old maids had you clean and redressed in a white nightgown

You were positive that they had scrubbed every inch of you whether you had liked it or not and you had to admit you felt very violated

One of them had spent nearly an hour deciding how she wanted your hair braided for the night

While she tugged at you with the brush she had made little comments like

“I miss sweet little Kaitlyn’s long hair” or “I remember when little kaite used to get twigs and leaves caught in her braids”

You knew she had to be talking about kaitlyn Stark

She was well liked where you were from and so was edmure

For the most part at least

That’s how you were able to recognize him so quickly

He had come in to the pub you worked at late one night and bought everyone drinks

He seemed awfully awkward but genuinely pleased to have such company

He was lucky to have gone late at night

You preferred the night yourself, people who stayed awake that late had better stories

And quicker wits

Fights were always more interesting when they both knew how to dishout insults

The theee maids set you off to bed after bringin you a bowl of soup an some bread for dinner

It was awful kind of them

And you only ate because they sat there and watched you do it

To be honest

You weren’t all that hungry or tired

How could you sleep after everything you had witnessed?

You waited until you couldn’t hear anyone bustling around outside your door

Then you lit a candle and found your way out to the hall

You spent most of the night wandering around the Tully house until you came upon a large library full of dusty old books

You grinned and immediately raced over to a shelf and ran your fingers across the spine of the largest book you could find

And there you sat

For hours

Going from one book to another while the size of the library seemed to swallow you up

When the sun peeked it’s head up the next morning you had fallen asleep on a chusioned chair with your knees over leg and you head down on your chest

It didn’t look very comfortable but you slept nightmare free

It wasn’t until late afternoon that you were found by edmure himself

He had a group of men with him and he immediately chuckled when he noticed you

He dismissed his counsel and closed the library doors behind himself before walking over to you

He squatted down on his knees and looked at you before gently moving you shoulder a bit

“Come on dear, you might want to get up.”

You stirred and moaned before turning in the chair to hide your face from him—then continued to sleep

“I’m sorry but you will have to get up now.” You could hear him try to be gentle but you knew he would eventually move you if you didn’t do it yourself

You looked over and slowly opened your eyes

You didn’t speak, you were still trying to get you pupils to adjust to the light in the room

“Is it morning?” You finally let out a yawn

“Actually, it’s mid afternoon.” He grinned and raised a cocky eyebrow

“It’s what?” You jumped out of the chair and to your feet which almost immediately caused you to fall over

Edmure caught you by your waist and looked down at you

“I imagine your legs might be a bit stiff from sleeping like that.” He was right

Perhaps that position had been a bad idea

You straightened yourself and looked at him

“Thank you for saving me:” you caught him off guard

“Um-er well your welcome.”

You patted your dress down and looked at him. “I should be going now huh?” You looked at the floor and started towards the door when he caught you by your arm

“Or”

You slowly turned back “or?”

“Just how much do you like reading?”

That day you accepted the a role in edmures council advising him on ways he could be fit his house from both past knowledge of finances and political alliances and you maybe had to explain his income sheets to him

Either way

You always found yourself at his side

Most of the decision you found he made himself were quite questionable

He grew to realize that to

And with your help his house and people started to love him more

And he only grew to love you more

Eventually edmure proposed to you and informed you that he couldn’t care less what house you came from

He needed you

And he wouldn’t let an alliance change that

[desdinovas]

storytime - part 5

Summary: in which telling your children about your relationship development with your husband each night before they go to sleep turns into a habit

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warnings: none tbh, just fluff

Word Count: 1,838

Notes: I keep saying this but if you wanna be on my taglist just hit me up!

part one || part two || part theee || part four || part six

“Did they ever get married?” Liz asks as you tug her in her bed.

“Who?” You ask in confusion, not sure of who she is talking about.

“The boy and the girl from the story,” Liz answers with a tiny smile on her face.

“Of course they got married.” Eli says as if it’s obvious.

“And how would you know?” Tom asks him with raised eyebrows before sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Why wouldn’t they get married?” Eli answers with another question.

“Smart boy,” Tom announces, making Eli laugh. “Darling, you should tell them about the proposal.” He suggests with a huge smile painted on his lips.

“I’m bored,” you whined as you let your head rest on Tom’s lap, his hands immediately raising up to play with your hair as a reflex.

“Good, ‘cause that’s what every boyfriend likes to hear.” Tom teased with humour in his voice.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You clarified although there was no need to.

“How about we play trivia?” Tom suggested as he rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

“Tom, we’ve been dating for almost five years,” you pointed out. “I think we know pretty much everything about each other by now.” You sarcastically added and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I know that, dummy.” He said in his famous sassy voice. “We can just ask each other random, weird questions.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Okay, you start.”

Tom cleared his throat and tapped his chin with his index finger, pretending to be thinking about his question way more than he should. As he kept gently running his hands through your hair, he asked; “what lie do you tell the most?”

You scoffed as you thought of an answer that would annoy him, just because you loved teasing him. “That one’s easy,” you began. “That you’re the best spider-man.”

“Hey!” Tom protested making you giggle. “You’re not funny.”

“Do you really expect me to think you’re the best when you’re up against not only Tobey Maguire but also Andrew Garfield?” You teasingly asked with a hint of a smile on your lips, trying your best not to laugh. “I’m sorry, love, but that’s not happening.” 

“I don’t even know why I still date you,” Tom stated jokingly.

“Because you love me.”

“Right,” Tom nodded his head. “Okay, your turn now. Hit me up.”

“Would you step on a puppy for five million quid?” You asked the first thing that popped in your head.

“What kind of question is that?” He asked, overreacting his astonishment by placing a hand over his chest. “I would never step on a puppy. Why in hell would I do that?”

“Chill, big guy. I was just checking what kind of man I’m dating.”

“You’re just checking now?” Tom asked as he raised one of his eyebrows. “After five years of dating?”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes at him, which made him chuckle.

“Would you rather be able to see into the future or be able to read people’s minds?” Tom asked and you took your time to think of your answer.

You tilted your head up so you could meet his eyes before saying, “I think I’d rather see into the future.”

“Aren’t you curious of what other people think of you?” Tom asked, his facial expression showing genuine confusion.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be nice to know what is going to happen? So if you see that something will go wrong, you can just change your actions to prevent it.” You explained.

“I guess so.” Tom answered. “Your turn,” he said as he tapped your forehead with his index finger before proceeding to run his hands soothingly through your hair.

“Okay, let me think.” After a few seconds, your face lit up as the perfect question popped in your head. “What is the best decision you’ve ever made?”

“Pfft, that’s easy.” Tom said, not even having to think about his answer. “Buying that plane ticket to Atlanta five years ago.”

You literally felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks heat up as soon as the words left his mouth. Why does he have to be this cute? You were certain that he was going to be the death of you.

“Because that’s how we met?”

“No, because that’s how I became spider-man.” He answered mockingly, making you roll your eyes at him.

“What a way to kill the mood,” you scoffed as you lifted yourself up from his lap and walked towards the kitchen, pretending to be mad.

“Oh, come on, darling.” He trailed off as he stood up from the couch too, following after you. “I was kidding, of course it’s because that’s how I met you.”

You turned on your heels and leaned on the kitchen counter before crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Whatever,”

“I’m serious.” Tom said with a small smile and you smiled back. “Can we keep playing?”

“Fine,” you agreed. “You have to ask me something now.”

Tom’s throat suddenly went dry at the thought of the question he was about to ask. Without any second thoughts, he blurt out, “will you marry me?”

Tom had been thinking about asking you to marry him for quite a while now— almost a month to be more specific. The day he realised he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he quickly hurried to a jewellery store and bought the most beautiful engagement ring there was. The only thing missing were the guts to drop the question.

He was so sure he wanted to marry you, but as soon as he got home with the little ring box inside his pocket and saw you sitting on the couch in your pijamas watching your favourite TV show, he questioned everything.

What if marriage is too soon? Would it ruin his career, along with yours? What if she doesn’t want to get married just yet? Are you too young to be married? Would it scare her away?

But the question that scared him the most to the point where it kept him up at night was; what if she says no?

Just the thought of you rejecting him was enough for him to back away. Although he carried the engagement ring with him all the time because 1) if you somehow managed to find it, he’d much rather be dead, and 2) he was still determined to drop the big question. All he needed now was the perfect chance for him to do it, but every time a little chance showed up, something would always come up to ruin it.

But now, with you standing in front of him, looking as beautiful as ever, and with the two of you asking each other random questions, he thought to himself, why not? It’s now or never.

Everything was in slow motion all of a sudden as Tom got on one knee in front of you before taking the little velvet box he’s been carrying around for almost a month out of his back pocket.

Your heart was pounding so loud you were almost sure it could be heard from a thousand miles and you found yourself at loss of words. Tom shot you a shy smile as he opened the box, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring you’ve ever seen. Your hands involuntarily raised up to cover your mouth.

“(Y/N), I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he began, trying not to stumble with his own words. “At first I wasn’t sure about it, but as time passed by, it only made me realise that this is the thing I want the most in my life.”

Tears started falling from your eyes without you even realising. Of course, Tom took notice of this. “Will you hold your tears for a sec? I’m kind of in the middle of a speech.” He jokingly said trying to make you —and himself— relax. “Ever since the day I met you I knew you’d stay in my life, and I want everybody to know that I’m yours, officially.” He cleared his throat. “Because that’s the truth, I belong to you, just as much as you belong to me. You’re my home, and I can’t thank you enough for making me the happiest man alive.”

Tom made a small pause and took his time to take in your small figure standing in front of him. “I gues what I’m trying to say is, you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. So, darling, will you marry me?”

“Are you really proposing to me quoting Chandler off Friends?” You mockingly asked, tears still filling your eyes.

“I don’t know, are you totally ruining this moment?” He asked back with a hint of relief in his voice. You didn’t exactly reject him, so that was a good sign.

“I’m sorry,” you laughed. “That last part sounded really familiar and I had to ask.”

“Yes I did quote Chandler.” Tom admitted slightly tilting his head to the side. He’s always been a sucker for Friends, so this wasn’t exactly a shocker. “So? Will you marry me, darling?” He anxiously repeated.

“Of course I will,” you said as the biggest smile spread across your lips.

Tom smiled widely before taking the ring out of the box and sliding it into your finger before kissing you knuckles. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up from the ground and twirling you around. You took this as a chance to wrap your legs around his waist and then buried your face in the crook of his neck, slightly staining his shirt with your tears.

“I’m so glad you said yes.” Tom whispered into your ear once he stopped twirling.

“Did you seriously think I’d say no?” You asked in disbelief.

“Kind of,” he answered, but it sounded more like a question as he now felt stupid about feeling like that.

“Well, here goes again, I’ll gladly be your wife.” You said locking eyes with him and you noticed how his brown eyes that you loved oh so dearly were filled with tears of joy.

“I love you, darling.” He smiled before pressing his lips on yours. “So goddamn much.”

“What was their wedding like?” Eli asks with genuine curiosity.

“Yeah, what was it like, daddy?” Elizabeth asks her dad with shiny eyes. “I bet it was a big one, just like one from a fairy tale.”

“That, kids, is a story for another night.” Tom announces as he gets up from his son’s bed, and you repeat his actions. “Now go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

“Fine,” both Liz and Eli sighed in defeat.

“Goodnight.” You sweetly said to the both of them before exiting their room with your husband by your side.

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[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

The following is part of a post i made on DA shortly before my bday- Thought i should put it here for- my friends who arent on DA, but are on here- so.. yeah- full version of this is on my 16th birthday acknowledgement deviation post description- Along with theee rest of my life before now

TW; Im- talking about my experience of suicidal thoughts, ideation and- planning. What lead up to it, and the results. What helped me out of it, and where i am now- Im okay for the time being, i dont have any plans to kill myself anymore- soo... yeah- 

This year has been better than last with events, but hasnt been mental health-wise. Life somewhat teased a repeat of my last year, many- many times- but didnt. Yet. Dear god i hope it doesnt repeat- But the fear of a repeat has left me distracted from school. The first quarter went well, but the second went to shit almost immediately. i fell behind on school...really badly. I was still doing some homework, but couldnt focus on it very long. I was going through my days without really living them; going to classes, only to not pay attention, and to watch youtube all the way until bed. Maybe i'd draw some too. When december rolled around i decided i was going to get back on track during winter break. I had about...17 overdue at the time, so this wasnt an unreasonable goal. "Im going to do a few assignments a day. I have more than a week to do this, so i'll still have plenty of free time"...and then every single one of my classes assigned essays the week before winter break. Something about me is that.. i cant focus in reading something im not 1. reading for myself and 2. have no interest in. I just cant. I have to listen to it being read, or i have to find SOMETHING to motivate me. And all of these essays had a reading passage to go with them...and i- broke... The class sessions i was supposed to be working on the essays, i was having panic attacks and breakdowns instead. On top of this, i was being hit with memories of my childhood my brain had shut away- and i was having another gender identity crisis- And eventually this...lead to the suicidal thoughts. At some point they got so loud that i couldnt focus on anything else, but the thoughts- and these thoughts persisted for days until i started- thinking of a plan... at first it was just- thinking of how i would do it- just to get the thought to quiet down a little so i could finally distract myself- but distracting only goes so far... First i was only going to live out until christmas, but then i thought it'd be a waste to not live out christmas break- and i hadnt written anything to say goodbye, so i pushed the date until January 4th, so i could live the last week of my life in peace, and then die. For once in my life my procrastination actually benefited me, because when that date came, i realized i hadnt remembered to think of how to do the act, and also hadnt written anything. So... i pushed the date to the end of the semester...January 25th. I started writing to all my friends, because i couldnt think of just one letter for all of them.. i had something different to say to everyone- Then i lost the energy to write, and planned on recording an audio clip for each person, which would also save them the effort of reading- I has also written out an apology to my friend's parents, covering all my bases, and planned on recording audio for that too, so my tone couldn't be misinterpreted... It was around this point that i joined a few discord servers to help keep myself occupied, while completely neglecting my homework, and- this becomes important in a sec... The last step of planning for me was to figure out the best way to...die- I decided that- slitting my wrist- would be easiest, and would allow greater chance at survival if i changed my mind last minute, than the other options i was considering... One night, i couldnt sleep so i figured it wouldnt hurt to figure out how much pressure i'd need to apply to- do what's needed- but i didnt get very far and realized that this method wouldnt work and had to rework my plan. This was just a few nights before i met my new friends in one of the discord servers- When talking to these people, i was able to relax and- be at peace for once. And i started to feel my need to die...fading- it was still there, because i was scared of the consequences of not doing my schoolwork for so long- One of these nights, i ended up slipping off a clue to one of them that something is wrong when we were the only ones on vc- which worried him- and i cracked, and told him what's going on, lying a bit so he wouldnt worry. A few days later, my mom found out about my 27+ overdue assignments, and her reaction was WAAYYYYY more mild than i thought it'd be- which- gave me no more reason to die so the plans went to the dumpster, less than a week before they were to be carried out- She didnt make me do the assignments, she just told me to do better this semester. As soon as January 25th came, relief swept over me and for the first time in an entire month, i could fully relax... i wanted to cry from how much relief i was feeling lol the following week, i took to just take it easy, tho a lot of my teachers were starting to talk goals for this semester which- overwhelmed me a lot, because i was only just starting to think about what i wanted to do the next day- the week had a light homework schedule, so i didnt fall behind either, which is good! The week after that, aka last week, i was starting to build myself back up. Still wasnt attending all my classes, and wasnt paying attention in them, but did most of my homework. I have a few assignments to make up already, but thats okay, because im still trying to put myself back together, and i know i need to take it slow- This week, im still trying to get back on my feet but im starting to create goals now, and taking baby steps. Not thinking about goals for graduating yet, just about this quarter. This month even lol Im not going to worry about the assignments im missing just yet, but my goal is to make sure i get all my work in this quarter, even if its unfinished, or really really late. "Submitting something and getting points knocked is better than submitting nothing and getting a 0" is something my mom told me... and i want to make that my motto for this semester. Start everything, and submit everything, even if it isnt finished. Now, i still plan on apologizing to my friend's parents, but i need to fully move on from what happened in january first. I'll need to rewrite the script first too, because looking at it causes a feeling of dread and- upsetness?

[intoomanyfandomstolist-blog]

Chapter 8

I walk into Shiro's house at about 7, freshly showered and newly clothed. By that time the house was completely packed with sweaty teenagers and the music was at a ridiculously high volume. I walk up his drive way, avoiding all the smokers and red solo cups. The inside of the house was even worse and Rihanna's 'Love on the brain' was blasting. Everywhere I look, there was random people grinding on each other. I spot Lance dancing on top of the kitchen island with people cheering and throwing cash at him as if we were at a strip club. It didnt help that he is shirtless and I gulp. He has abs. Very nice abs. I wouldve admired them all night if not for someone yelling at Lance to twerk. I tear my eyes away as he starts to and I look around. There are cups littered all around him and anyone with eyes can see that he is drunk. He was wearing a tight blue t shirt but it is thrown on the floor and baggy grey sweat pants. He spots me and starts getting down (getting down is a very generous term, it was more like falling down). "Alrightttt Alrightttt, I'mmmm soooorrryyy buttt theee L-Lanceee showww issss doneee nowww!" He slurs as people run their hands over his 6 pack and for some reason I stifle the need to punch someone in the face. He reaches me and I hand him his shirt that I picked up for him. He slings his muscular arm over my shoulders and I fight the urge to blush. "Hey pretty boy-" I trail off as he starts stroking my hair. "What are you doing?" "Your hair is silky like a baby chicken!" He mutters and I shoot him a worried glance. "Umm okay then, lets go find Shiro?!" I reply, practically carrying Lance up the stairs. He continues to stroke my hair, occasionaly muttering 'baby chickens' or 'princess mullet is soft' (which offended me, I dont have a mullet!) and giggled every two seconds. "Shh Lance" I say and press a finger to my lips. He grabs my finger and presses it to his lips, making me shiver involuntarily. "Shhhhhhhh Keithhhh!" he giggles and I sigh. He was acting evem more like a child than usual. How do I even-? You know never mind. We (well I) find Shiro and Allura making out on on Shiro's bed while Hunk and Pidge play Call of Duty. I could tell Pidge was winning because of common sense and the fact that the usually innocemt Hunk was swearing like Lance when he gets slapped by girls that shot him down. Pidge was the 'nerd' (do people still call people that?) of our friend group. Continuing with the stereotypes, I was the 'emo' so I always got the 'cry because mcr' jokes, Lance was the player, Hunk was the angel, Shiro was the motherly/fatherly figure and Allura was the prep. Ugh even thinking about those stereotypes make me cringe. Lance slips off of me and jumps on top of the PDA couple. "Friend Sandwich!" he yells and Shiro groans, trying to push him off. "Bad Lance!" Shiro scolds and Lance bursts into tears. "I-I'm sowwy dad! I won't do it again!" he slobbers, tears running down his face. Shiro looks at me confused and I sigh, flopping onto his couch. "He's drunk." His mouth shapws a silent O and he lies back down onto his bed, wrappimg an arm around a flustered Allura. Lance walks over to me and slings his lean body over me. He gazes intently at me for a minute, finally poking me in the nose. "Your eyes are pretty! They are as purple as the bruises I get playing against the Space Bandits" he says cheerfully, wrapping his arms around me. "Umm thanks?" I frown and everyone laughs. Pidge even pauses her game to watch. Lance snuggles into me and goes quiet. All of a sudden, we hear soft snoring from his form. I look down and admire the was his jaw line was a v, the way his beautiful lips curl up into a sleepy smile as if having a good time, and how peaceful and innocent he looks when he is asleep. He didn't look anything like the Lance I knew and I didn't like it. He mutters something and we all lean in to hear him. "Keith" he mutters and I probably turn as red as my jacket. Hunk chuckles "And you say Klance isnt real!" "It isnt!" I protest "We are just friends!" "Oh so now you guys are friends!" Replies Pidge as she pushes her glasses up "Last time I checked you guys hated each other!" "Well we get along now!" I yell and Lance starts to stir "Shoot everyone quiet!" I pick him up bridal style, ignoring Pidge's jokes and set him down on Shiro's second couch. I place a blanket on him and smooth it over his body, blushing. I look around and when I am sure that no one is watching, I lean down and kiss his forehead. "Rest well my prince." I whisper and I swear I hear a click. --------- After the party After everyone clears out, around 3 am, we start to clean up. There was cups, clothing, and vomit everywhere.  A suspicious substance was dripping from the ceiling and I had no clue what it was. After about two hours, we finish the first floor and we hear Lance finally come down the stairs. "Took you long enough!" Growls Pidge, who had a massive hang over. He rubs his eyes and groans, stretching. I see a sliver of skin and I blush as I scrub the floor with even more vigour. He nods at me "Whats with Cinderella over there?" I shoot him the finger "Oh screw off!" Everyone laughs and we continue working. After two more hours, we finally finish and Hunk drops to his knees. "Finally!!" I check my watch "Ugh 7 am" All of us are barely standing and we collapse. "Let's NEVER do that again!" Says Allura and we all nod in agreement. "You guys are welcome to stay here if you want." Offers Shiro but everyone except Allura shake their heads. "I should really get home, my mom is provably worried sick!" Replies Lance and he turns to me "Do you need a ride neighbour?!" "As a matter of fact I do! Thanks dude!" I reply and I ignore Pidge's suggestive wink. "See ya monday!" We call as we leave and everyone waves as we pull out of the driveway. "Sooo.." I start, nervously rubbing my arm as I put on my seat belt. Safety first! "Sooooooooo..." He replies grinning "Soooooooooooo......" I grin back and we continue to do this the entire drive. He pulls into his driveway and gets out. He opens my door "After you my lady!" He bows and I laugh. "See ya monday!" I say echoing what we said earlier. "Yep see ya! By the way, why did you call me a prince?" He smirks and I groan, running into my house. Damn him! A/N Oooooooooo So ya! Longer chapter. Not gonna talk long cause my phones gonna die but remember to leave a comment or like! Thanks! Brooke

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I Just Had The Creepiest Text Conversation With My Friend by CR_Jones

Not too long ago one of my best friends, Mario, and I were having a text conversation about making plans to go see the new IT movie that is coming out later in September. Mid conversation, Mario started talking about something completely unrelated and continually texted me a series of very creepy text messages.

Me: (Talking about plans to go see IT) Yeah I guess we’ll just see who can drive that Friday whenever we meet up. We’ll just play it by ear.

Mario: Stopp touchhingg the therrmostat its soooo coold in here

Me: What?

Mario: I’mmm soo coldd

Me: What is this? What are you talking about?

Mario: Theee thermmostat stooopp touccching itt

Me: How could I possibly be touching your thermostat right now?

Me: Are you drunk or something? Why do you keep texting like that?

There was about a twenty minute pause here before he texted me back.

Mario: SOoo CoLDdd

Me: You’re starting to freak me out Mar. What is this about?

I try calling him but he doesn’t answer.

Me: Mar can you answer your phone please

Mario: Whehere arre the ligghhhts

Me: Dude, seriously what the fuck are you talking about?

Mario: It’ss soOO DarRKKkkK

I try calling him again. Nothing.

Me: ANSWER YOUR PHONE FUCK FACE!!!!

Me: I’m going to kill you if this is a joke you’re genuinely starting to freak me out.

There was another long pause here before I finally started texting him again.

Me: Mar?

Me: Are you still there dude?

Me: ????

I try another call, still nothing.

Me: ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE!!!

Mario: ITt’sS soOooO COcold here

Mario: SOoo Cooldd

Mario: sOofd COoolddsa

Mario: Sosofo coOOLsd

Me: Please stop this

Mario: sosfOFJl coLODOJ

Mario: SooJDOK COlLDLOhfa

Mario: SOojfdoCdnlsODkwnqq

Me: FUCKING STOP THIS DUDE!!!

Mario: SODJjdsifajoiCodlfOPAJjdapODNOonfda

Mario: sofsadjpOIDSIsnfSiIJDOSpdSfjoebdfIHSOIHSfiodshvdf

The rest of his texts after this are just nothing but gibberish. He would send me a new one about every five minutes and continued to do so well into the night. I continually told him to stop whatever it was that he was doing and tried calling him several more times, but nothing was working. I finally said fuck it and just put my phone on silent and tried going to bed hoping that Mario would get bored of this “prank” that he was trying to pull on me once I stopped responding to him.

I woke up the next morning and immediately reached for my phone where I saw that I had over one hundred unread messages all from Mario last night. Most of them were just lines and lines of the same shit that he was texting me earlier. Nothing but gibberish. Nearly 112 messages of it.

He had kept texting me well past the time that I had fallen asleep, and he had continued to send them in the same, five minute intervals that he had done before. He had finally stopped texting me at 3:00 in the morning, his very last message being “bye.” I don’t know what game he was trying to play, but I was thoroughly annoyed that he had decided to pull this prank on me completely out of nowhere. He actually had me going there for a second near the middle of the conversation when I was genuinely starting to get scared and worried, but now I just found myself pissed off at his dumbass shenanigans.

I sent him a text a little after waking up to see whether or not he was done with his bullshit.

Me: Are you done texting me gibberish?

I waited all morning for a response, but didn’t get one. I wasn’t going to text him again until he answered, so I just stayed away from my phone for most of the day. At about 5:00 in the afternoon I heard a knock on my door.

When I went over to answer it I was completely surprised to find two police officers standing there. A man and a woman, both with worried looks across their faces. They asked me if I had been in contact with Mario recently and I immediately felt my heart rate go up knowing that this was no joke. I told them that I had been in contact with him and asked if something was wrong.

They informed me that Mario had been missing since 4:00 p.m. yesterday and wanted to know if I had recently talked to him at any point before that. I told them that we had been texting each other all afternoon yesterday and that he had continued to text me well into the night. The officers shared a confused look with each other and asked if they could see the messages.

I invited them inside and showed them my phone. They examined the text messages together for a very long time whispering things back and forth to each other before finally turning to me. They told me that the time stamps on the messages didn’t make any sense. I asked them what they were talking about and they said that Mario had left his phone behind whenever he had gone missing. There was no way that he could have sent those texts because he didn’t have his phone with him.

I felt my entire body stiffen and go cold.

The police officers asked me if I could come in for some questioning which I agreed to do. My phone was confiscated as evidence and I had to continually keep explaining the same story over and over again to several other police officers once I got to the station.

While I was in the interrogation room going over the same story for the fiftieth time with one of the higher ranking officers a detective burst into the room and whispered something into the man’s ear before quickly leaving. An awkward silence filled the room for several seconds before the officer finally spoke up. He said that he was sorry to inform me, but Mario’s body had just found in the woods near his house. He had apparently died early this morning from currently unknown causes.

At first, I wasn’t able to put together what the officer had just said. I had heard the words and everything it just wasn’t getting through to me. As soon as it hit me though I could feel the tears starting to bubble up behind my eyes. He told me that he’d give me a few minutes and then left the room. I let it all out then. Crying and slobbering like a five year old, all over the interrogation table in front of me.

I stayed with the police another couple hours giving them any last minute information that they needed before I was able to leave. It was already dark out by the time I left the station. My phone was returned to me as I was walking out the door, and I drove home which is where I had another crying fit while lying down in bed.

I must have fallen asleep at one point because I was awakened in the middle of the night by a call that was coming in through my phone.

I reached over and answered it without looking at who it was. I said hello in my “I have just woken up” voice, but no one responded. While it was quiet I felt like I could just make out very soft sobbing coming from the other end of the line.

“Helllooooo?” I said again pulling the phone away from my ear to see who had called me at such a late hour.

My heart nearly stopped.

The call was from Mario’s phone.

I checked the name again knowing that there had to be some mistake. The police station had Mario’s phone why would they call me from his phone this late at night?

I put the phone back to my ear.

“Who is this?” I asked, not in the mood for any games.

There was no answer, but the soft sobbing continued. I was starting to get angry.

“Who the fuck is this!” I almost screamed.

“I’m soooo coooolddd.” Someone whimpered from the other end.

I felt my stomach drop. It was Mario’s voice, I was sure of it.

I could feel fresh tears starting to come as I heard the sound of my dead best friend’s voice.

“Mar? Is—is that you?” I managed to choke out.

But it wasn’t him I said to myself. There’s no way that it could be him.

There was no answer for the longest time. The soft cries from the other end of the line continued but neither of us said anything.

“Ittt’ssss soooo daaaarrrrkkk hereee.” Came Mario’s voice once again. He sounded frightened and alone. The sobbing got louder.

It was almost more than I could take. Was I dreaming? There was no way that this was all actually happening, but it seemed too real to be a dream.

I didn’t know what to say at this point. The crying, Mario’s voice, it was almost too much for me to handle.

“Mario, please.” Was all that I was able to get out before completely breaking down into tears.

After I said that though the sobbing on the other end of line stopped. There was dead silence for what seemed like several minutes, but couldn’t have been longer than a couple of seconds. I waited for Mario to say something. After another pause someone who was definitely not Mario said something.

“Bye.”

Then the call was dropped.

My breath hitched and I stopped crying completely. I felt a chill run down my spine as the voice repeated itself inside my head. It was not Mario’s voice. It sounded nothing like what he was saying before that. This voice was deeper. Much deeper, and it had a weird distortion to it. An almost animal like distortion.

I pulled up my recents just to make sure that I really did just receive a call from my dead best friend’s phone, and sure enough there it was. Mario (mobile): 3:00 a.m.