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The Girls Part 15: Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Written by raelee / Posted Nov 3

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“That lady at table seven is being a downright bitch,” I mumble to Kylie while putting a pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

“What has gotten into you today?” She questions.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that the man at table two’s rude behavior is a defense mechanism for his micropenis. You’re never this negative, Y/N, what’s going on?”

I take a deep breath, mentally debating whether I want to tell her or not. But the urge to tell someone how I’m feeling outweighs my desire for privacy.

“Okay, you can’t tell anyone,” I begin.

She leans in closer at the words, an inquisitive look on her face.

“Charles and I sort of kissed this weekend.”

She gasps and I pause, thinking. “Well, kissed twice.”

She gasps louder this time, causing a nearby chef to look at us. I smile at him and he smiles back, returning to his current task.

“Tell me everything,” she grabs my hands in excitement.

“The first kiss was at the girls’ birthday party when we were cleaning up and it was totally an accident. And then the second kiss was in the hotel room after putting the girls to bed, and that one was on purpose,” I explain.

“And then?” She grins.

“And then what?”

“Are you guys dating now?”

“Uh… no? Yes? I don’t know,” I admit.

“How do you not know?”

“We didn’t exactly get the chance to talk about it.” She gives me a look and I immediately go into defense mode. “Lucy woke up crying as we were kissing, so I comforted her while Charles took a shower and then when he was done I was already asleep!”

“What about in the morning?” She asks.

“He had to go to Italy immediately and we had to catch our flight home,” I share, “And he’s been so busy at work he hasn’t been able to text me and I don’t want to text him first because I have no clue what’s going on. Plus, he’s much better at this emotion stuff than I am.”

I run a hand through my hair and Kylie’s face drops at the obvious stress that I’m feeling.

“I’m sure that he’s just busy,” she tries to reassure me.

“I know, I just don’t want it to be like when we slept together after he came back into our lives and it turned into a big argument,” I sigh.

“I’m sorry, what?” Her eyes widen. “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I grin, realizing that I never told Kylie about that. Truthfully, I didn’t tell anyone because I was so embarrassed and confused of how it all went down.

“It happened a while ago. Forget that I said anything.”

“Um, after admitting that you slept with your daughters’ father again? I will not forget that.”

I roll my eyes, grabbing the tray of food that was just completed for my table before leaving the kitchen.

“Where are you going? I need to hear everything,” she calls after me.

“Thank you for staying late, Cheyenne,” I say to the young girl as I pull off my coat and hang it on the coat rack.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Y/N. By the way, this package came in the mail for you,” she points to the big cardboard box sitting on the kitchen table.

“Thank you. Have a nice night, text me when you get home.” She smiles, closing the door behind her and I lock it.

The scissors cut open the top of the cardboard box and I open the flaps, finding several items inside. I pull out a small, heart-shaped red box, opening it to find red roses neatly packed inside. A smile appears on my face as I set it off to the side, grabbing three, fuzzy red robes, my name, Ada’s name, and Lucy’s name embroidered on separate ones. Three chocolate bars are the next items to exit the box.

A small note is the last thing to come out of the box. I open it, immediately recognizing Charles’ handwriting.

Mon amour,

I’m sorry that we couldn’t talk about what happened before we both had to leave. I sent you some beautiful roses, chocolate, and robes so that you and the girls could pamper yourselves together. See you soon.

XO,

Charles

I clutch the note close to my chest, a smile pulling at my lips. He’s so sweet.

“Both Frozens?” Ada asks curiously as I load up the TV with the first Frozen movie.

I look at the clock, debating whether we have enough time tonight to watch both Frozen 1 and 2 and get the girls to bed at a decent enough hour where they won’t be cranky tomorrow.

“Let’s see what time it is when we’re done with the first movie,” I suggest. There’s the sound of the key in the front door and I look over, initially in worry then in excitement once I realize who it has to be.

It’s been a while since I’ve lived with another adult. I’m not used to having another person come and go whenever they want- but to be honest, I don’t really have to worry about that with Charles because he likes to spend as much time with the girls as possible and usually where they are, I am too.

“Why don’t you pick out your nail polish color, girls?” I say, pointing towards the box in front of them as I step closer to the front door.

The front door opens to reveal Charles, glasses on his face and a matching sweatsuit on his body. Once he looks up from his suitcase and closes the door, spotting me directly in front of him, his face breaks out into a smile.

“I didn’t know that you would be coming back so soon,” I admit to him, a smile of my own on my face.

“I couldn’t be away for a second longer.” He steps closer, leaving the suitcase behind and pulling me into an embrace. My arms raise up to press against his back as his hands slide down to my lower back, pushing against the plush fabric to press me as close to him as possible.

I step out of the hug, watching as he looks my figure up and down, swallowing at the sight of the red robe.

“What?” I ask, confused and nervous by his reaction.

I can’t tell if it’s a turned on swallow or a realization of a mistake swallow.

“Nothing. I just didn’t realize that these robes were going to be so short,” he confesses, eyes stuck on my legs.

I smile slyly at the comment, turning around and walking back towards the living room. “Come say hi to the girls.”

“Daddy, I’m painting my nails pink,” Ada shoves the nail polish bottle in his face after jumping all over him.

“I’m doing blue,” Lucy shoves her bottle in his face now.

“What? No Ferrari red?” He teases, grabbing their little hands and placing kisses on the back of them.

“Sorry, daddy.” Ada gives him an apologetic look while Lucy just shrugs.

He laughs at that, taking the bottles from their hands and shaking them.

“Can you put your hands on the table for me? I’ll paint your nails,” he says.

I sit back on the couch, watching the scene silently. Charles paints Ada’s nails with the pink polish, then Lucy’s with the blue. He goes back to do another coat, the three chatting quietly while half-heartedly watching Frozen.

I can’t believe I ever doubted that this man would be a good father. It makes me embarrassed that I ever thought that way. Seeing him now, his gentleness with the girls, and the ability to do things that they like with them, matching their excitement, shows me that he was a man that was made to be a father.

No, he was made to be a dad. And a damn good one at that.

“Oh no, mommy,” Lucy looks over at me with wide eyes, then expectantly looking back at the screen.

Frozen has ended.

“Second movie? Please?” Ada begs.

I’m a sucker for my girls when they pout, which they already know, but with Charles joining in it’s hard to deny them much of anything.

“Yes, we can watch Frozen 2,” I agree, grabbing the remote to turn it on. Secretly, I’m excited to watch it as well, and I already know that with the busy day they’ve had at daycare they’re going to fall asleep soon anyways.

“It gives me time to do mommy’s nails,” Charles smiles at me, which I return. I slide onto the floor, selecting a red nail polish bottle out of the box and passing it to Charles.

“Ferrari red, for you.”

By the time he’s done painting my nails, the girls are asleep on the couch, slumped against one another.

“Sorry that you didn’t win the championship,” I apologize quietly as Olaf breaks into a song.

“That’s okay. I have everything that I need already.”

I give him a questioning look.

“All that I need are my girls.”

I can’t hold myself responsible for my actions after that. That is one of the sweetest- if not, the sweetest- things that I’ve ever heard in my life.

I launch myself around the table at him, straddling his hips with my legs as my hands grip his cheeks, pulling his lips to mine. His hands immediately attach to my lower back.

It’s a kiss filled with passion and anticipation, both of us waiting for the other to make a move since he showed up here a couple of hours ago. Now with the girls asleep, we show each other just how much we were missing one another, and express words that were left unspoken from last weekend.

At the sound of shuffling on the couch, I pull back, whipping my head around to make sure that the girls didn’t wake up. They didn’t, just adjusting their position.

I turn back to Charles, resting my forehead against his. His hands run up and down my back.

“You’re so sweet,” I whisper to him.

“Anything for you, mon amour.”

Charles and I sit on the bench in the park, watching as the girls use their buckets and shovels to build snow sculptures.

“Lucy, don’t throw snow at her, please,” Charles calls out to the toddler.

“Okay, daddy,” she calls back. When she thinks that neither of us are looking, she throws a little bit of snow at Ada again.

I can’t help but chuckle and Charles shakes his head, a small smile slipping onto his face.

“She is so your daughter,” I comment.

“My daughter? Lando’s told me quite a few stories about you as a child,” he nudges my shoulder.

“Hey,” I giggle, “So are you and Lando okay now?”

“Yeah, I would say our relationship is almost back to normal.” I see him swallow out of the corner of my eye, looking at me nervously. “Actually, I know one thing that would probably get us back to normal.”

“What’s that?”

“So don’t kill me,” he starts, “But how would you feel going to visit your family for Christmas this year? We can rent a house, we can just go for a couple of hours, whatever you’re comfortable with. But Lando was telling me just how much your family regrets treating you the way that they have and how they really want to see the girls-””Stop,” I interrupt him. “You’ll be there?”

“Of course, I won’t leave your side,” he nods in agreement.

“You’d ditch Christmas with your mom and your brothers to be with my dysfunctional family?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Yes,” he responds instantly, “I’d do that for you, the girls, and Lando.”

“Fine. But if I want to leave, we have to leave as soon as we can,” I warn.

“I’ll go by your rules, mon amour.” He raises my hand connected to his up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Mommy, daddy, come play,” Lucy calls out.

Charles lets go of my hand, reaching down to pack the snow into a tight ball, throwing it lightly at Lucy. She squeals when it explodes on her.

“Snowball fight,” he announces, getting up to run over to the girls. I follow his lead, beaming at the squeals and laughter coming from my daughters as Charles and I play with them.

This is the moment that I’ve been dreaming about from the second that I found out that I was pregnant. Family time with just the four of us, playing together, laughing together, and just enjoying each other’s company. I’ve dreamed of just being able to spend time with all of us together, no tension or question marks getting in the way of our family bond.

And now I’m getting it.

Charles squeezes my hand as we stand on the front step of my parents’ house. My gaze remains focused on the white, wooden door, remembering all of the times I ran through it.

To the car of my boyfriend at the time. To the street to go on my daily jog. To the waiting arms of Lando, just returning from a race.

To never return.

“Anytime you want to leave,” he reassures me quietly.

I nod, taking a deep breath and knocking. There’s no going back now.

Flo opens the door, pausing with wide eyes when she sees me.

“Am I not invited?” I ask with a slightly joking tone.

“No, of course you are,” she stutters, taking a step to the side. “We just weren’t expecting you to knock. Please, come in.”

I take a step inside, my heart skipping a beat at her words. We just weren’t expecting you to knock.

“You remember Charles,” I awkwardly gesture towards the man standing next to me.

“Nice to see you again, Charles,” she pulls him into a hug, obviously distracted by the two toddlers standing behind his legs.

“And you remember our daughters, Ada and Lucy,” I introduce the two. I hold my hand out and Lucy steps out from behind her father’s legs, gripping my hand in her own. Shy little Ada remains behind Charles.

“Hi girls, I’m Aunty Flo. I haven’t seen you two in forever,” she coos. Lucy gives her a toothy smile while Ada sucks on her thumb.

It’s true. I haven’t been out to the house, and no one in the family besides Lando, has been out to visit me since the girls were three months old. That was over a year ago. Kids grow fast, but when they’re babies they seem to grow even faster. They went from newborns that you could cradle in your arms to toddlers that can run.

“Come on, everyone else is in the dining room.”

We follow her to the dining room.

“Now remember to just behave yourselves and be kind. It took a lot to convince her to come here, so don’t do anything to scare her off,” the familiar voice of my brother says before we enter the room.

At our entrance, everyone turns to look at us.

“Uh, hi,” I give an uncomfortable wave. Lucky for me, the girls break the tense atmosphere.

“Uncle Lando,” Lucy cheers, running towards one of her favorite people. At her sister’s words, Ada darts from behind Charles’ legs, joining Lucy in jumping on Lando.

“Present?” Ada asks with wide eyes. Lando’s trained them that everytime they see each other, they get a toy or a treat from him.

“Ada, don’t ask Uncle Lando for presents,” I scold.

“It’s okay, I got you girls these,” Lando grins, reaching past them to grab new stacking cups off of the table, handing a stack to each girl.

I roll my eyes. Typical Uncle Lando.

“They’re so big,” a familiar voice whispers. I turn to see my mom standing beside the dining room table, a shocked expression on her face as she watches the girls play.

“Hi darling,” another voice whispers in front of me. My dad pulls me into his arms, and it’s surprisingly not uncomfortable.

I thought since the last two or three years have been so full of tension and avoidance of one another, this would be a much more anxious and strained meeting. But I can’t help but melt into my dad’s arms. Maybe it’s from seeing the father-daughter relationship that Charles has with Ada and Lucy that makes me want to better my relationship with my own father.

I can’t forget everything that he’s said to me. But I can forgive and hope for improvement.

“Hi, Charles.” My dad pulls Charles into a hug next. The driver seems taken aback, but accepts the embrace.

My mom pulls me into a wordless hug. It’s not as comfortable as the one with my dad, I can still hear her shouting ‘whore’ at me in the back of my mind, but I still wrap my arms around her. I greet my siblings before taking a seat next to Lando, Charles sitting in the chair next to me.

“Hi Ada, hi Lucy,” my mom greets my daughters, reaching out to brush her finger along Lucy’s arm. Lucy doesn't react. “I’m your nana.”

Charles and I exchange glances at her word choice. We didn’t discuss how we want Ada and Lucy to refer to my family going into this, but we both know that we aren’t comfortable with my parents being referred to as nana and grandpa after the way they treated me and the girls when they were infants.

“Let’s just stick to Cisca for now, mom,” I state firmly.

She opens her mouth, about to respond, before Oliver nudges her. He nods towards Ada and Lucy, as if to remind her that this is about improving the relationship with her and her granddaughters and her and me. And that starts with respecting my boundaries.

“Okay.”

“Thank you for having us over,” I tell my mom as we stand in the front entrance.

“Oh, anytime. It was great to see you two and the girls again,” she smiles between me and Charles. “I’ll go check on the girls, Cisca and Oliver will help bring them down.”

Charles and I wait for our daughters to be brought down from their naps, tired out from playing with their family members and new presents. I zip up my winter coat in the meantime and Charles finishes pulling on his shoes.

“Hey look, mistletoe,” he points up at the plant.

I giggle, leaning in to give him a peck on his lips.

“Come on, you have to give me more than that.”

A loud laugh escapes me, and I lean forward to give him a much more passionate, longer kiss.

“You know what would be the only thing that would make this Christmas better?” He murmurs against my lips.

“What?”

“If you became my girlfriend.”

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Charles.”

Story completed.

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blushedarmybunny · 2 years ago

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Butterfly Effect: part 3 || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 4k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), different timelines travel, smut.

♡ summary:

There is Yn who thought that she had her shit together until there’s a dead body in her boyfriend’s basement.

Everything crumbled in a second, but wait…ummm Why she is back when she met Jungkook a year before this happened? Is time travel a real thing?

Oh so we are changing strategies now: let’s be a total b.i.t.c.h, that way Jungkook the serial killer would be as far as possible from yn, right?

Or maybe is this her chance to save the victim before Jungkook can commit that terrible crime?

Yn did not expect to drag herself into the infinite possible timelines that the fabric of the universe has, in between her adventure she might change more lives than her own.

♡ part 1, part2

♡ a/n: the conclusion to the story is soon to be published. In the meanwhile, enjoy the continuation.

Jungkook looked at you and at that exact moment you knew you were screwed.

Then he smiled and let out a chuckle.

You felt terrified at his sudden reaction, petrified.

“Look you little bitch, seems you didn’t get the message the last time we saw each other” Jungkook said to Chanyeol with extraordinary calm and sending you a look that made your blood ran cold.

“Jungkook, give me the phone please” You pleaded, he now looked at you with confusion and shook his head.

“Where are you hiding? Huh? Maybe this time you won’t be so lucky.” Jungkook cliqued his tongue and tensed his jaw, he was starting to lose it.

You did something risky and impulsive.

With precision and speed, you grabbed your cellphone from Jungkook’s hands and then you instinctively ran to the door that just a few steps aways and you just kept running with your phone on your ear.

“You are very stupid, Chanyeol�� you said out of breath, you knew you only had seconds before Jungkook catches you.

“Yn?! Please can you-“ the voice of Chanyeol was energetic and surprised but you could not hear the rest of it since you turned the phone off quickly just milliseconds before Jungkook took your arm. Everything happened so fast.

Jungkook turned you around and were met with his furious stare, you were so out of breath that you took Jungkook’s shoulder to support yourself.

“What are you doing, yn?” he asked you with that deep tone, you watched him in silence for a few seconds without knowing what to answer “speak!” he exclaimed making you flinch.

“Jungkook you could…get me expelled” you murmured shielding yourself behind that excuse.

Jungkook let go off your arm and stepped back and turned back from you he seemed to be trying to hold himself back passing his hands through his hair repeatedly, you had the urge to run away again but he would be even more angry when he eventually catches you.

Jungkook walk up to you once again but he did not say a word, instead he put his hand on your back and guided you to his motorcycle, he got up and you did too, soon enough you two were driving away through the streets of Seoul.

You closed your eyes and put your head on his back. Your hair flying on the wind, you recognized the route as the way to your apartment complex.

When you arrived, you acted on automatic mode getting off the bike and making your way to your apartment with Jungkook very close by.

In the elevator as soon as the doors closed, Jungkook hands instantly explored the trail from your waist to your ass taking you by surprise, you turn to look at him but with a daring look he squeezes the flesh with a subtle amount of pressure that send a quick signal of pleasure through your entire body making you clench.

The elevator stopped on another floor, a few people got inside, the hand of Jungkook on your ass went unnoticed. When you arrived to your apartment floor without any suspicion of the other people around you, Jungkook and you made your way out to your apartment door. You are about to tap the code but Jungkook’s hand was already on it, tapping the numbers quickly.

Once inside you turned to him to talk.

“Jungkook I-“ you started to say but got interrupted by Jungkook lips on yours, his hot sticky tongue entering your mouth with sensual aggression.”Mhhn” you mumbled.

His hands on your waist, firmly grabbing you.

You two separated to breath creating a weak string of saliva that connected your mouths together.

“You want me to not worry about this situation, is that right?” he whispered with his hot breath blowing slightly in your face, you look at him helpless and nodded.

“Then make me not to worry” Jungkook said to you with dark orbits staring at you with lust in them “Make me forget that that call even happened” he got closer and set a short kiss on your parted lips, you looked at him while he walked to the sofa and opened his legs, his arms spread as he was about to have a lot of fun, then he arched his pierced eyebrow.

You knew what he was implying, your wet underwear was proof of that.

So you walked in front of him and kneeled, pulled your hair back and your hands touching with painfully slow movements his muscular thigs, you eventually unzipped his pants, palming first the shape of his dick over his underwear, you uncover his member and an excited swollen cock jumps to Jungkook bellybutton which makes him low moan.

You take his dick with both hands and spit on in, you watch your drool drizzle to his length and then you make eye contact as you are about to lick the tip. Jungkook is looking at you like a lost puppy, cheeks a little red and his lower lip captured by his teeth.

You go ahead and lick the pre-seminal liquid then slowly you put it in your mouth and apply some pressure with your tongue, he moaned again.

You start to suck all his length, your hand firmly on the base of his dick.

“F-fuck” he moaned collecting all your hair with his hand “Just like that” he said choking on another moan.

You were dedicated to your task giving him the pleasure that he required.

He was getting more and more worked up as you went a little faster.

“Yn, I’m ‘bout to cum-ah fuck” he said trying to control his heavy breathing, you give him a long suck with all his length in your mouth, and that send him.

You felt his hot semen in your mouth and you drank like it was juice.

“Yn, come here” he said out of breath, and you made your way to his lap, both of you sharing a passionate kiss, Jungkook pulling down your shorts with your help, once you were on underwear, he sneaked in his hand rubbing his palm on your slit, emphasizing the pressure on your clit, making you moan.

His fingers started to penetrate your pussy, your hips moving up and down without shame, Jungkook smacked your ass.

“You are a filthy whore, aren’t you?” he said looking at your eyes “you keep jumping on my fingers like that” he said to you while he took the string of your panty, stretch it and let go of it, whipping your ass once again, the pain turning to pleasure.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed rolling your eyes back when your orgasm finally arrived.

“There you go” he said proud when he look his fingers soaked with your pleasure, he took the rest of his clothes off and you did the same, both desperate.

He took you from behind, his dick sliding in your pussy with a quick stroke.

He was fucking you senseless, his hips smacking your ass with energy, you felt his assertion of dominance with every thrust and every squeeze of his hand on your hip.

“hmm” you mumbled sounding and looking like a complete mess.

“Fucking take it, whore” he said spanking your ass “Yes-ah you like it” he said moaning.

You felt your high coming close, Jungkook’s dick hitting the spot that made you scream.

“I’m cumming” you manage to say, Jungkook suddenly got out of you and turned you around, face to face he put his dick inside of you again and started again to move.

“hmm Yn” he moaned looking at your eyes, his stare was intense enough to send another bolt of pleasure to your womb, Jungkook put his hand on your throat and put a little of pressure not completely letting you out of breath.

That send you the final stroke of pleasure that awarded you with an intense orgasm, he pulled out his dick just in time to spill his seed on your belly.

Both took a few seconds to process the big wave of pleasure that you just had.

Jungkook by your side his breath on your neck and your hand on caressing his hair.

“I love you, Yn” he whispered tenderly.

“me too” you responded looking at the ceiling, confusion on your head as it was usual.

…………………………………….

The morning arrived and Jungkook was no less than a gentleman, waking Yn up with kisses and loving words, cooking her breakfast, taking a shower with her but soon after that he had to go due to a call from his job.

Jungkook kissed Yn goodbye and went his way leaving now Yn alone with her mess once again.

Yn runs to her room and grabs her purse to find the blank notebook, she opens it and run her finger through the empty pages.

Yn decides to call Seokjin to arrange a meeting, he responds very quick.

“Yn, what can I do for you?” Seokjin asked.

“I would like to see you this afternoon, are you free?”

“Yes of course, I got a feeling it’s about the notebook thing”

“It actually is, you see, I got no idea how to even start”

“it’s okay, then it might be better for you to come to my home”

“i’m a little scared” Yn confessed biting her lip with nervousness.

“Don’t worry, you can trust me” Seokjin assured her “Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, that would be too much, let me take a taxi or something”

When Yn arrived to Seokjin’s house she was no less nervous than when she was on the phone, Seokjin took noticed and decided to make her some food so that she could relax a little before the session.

“Wow you are putting on an apron and everything” Yn teased Jin, then she washed her hands and started to cut some veggies.

“I would say that I’m almost a professional at this” Jin responded cutting the meat.

After some preparation and a show off of Jin’s cooking skills Yn asked him:

“So you had jump timelines quite a few times…why did you stay on this one? Were the others that bad?” Jin looked at her direction and almost smiled but he went back to check the boiling pots.

“This might not be the perfect timeline, but the other ones were not any better, either way my sister was dead because of me in every single one including this one too, I guess I just gave up” Jin said with look in his face that could only be described as sadness.

“I’m sorry” Yn could only say “If that’s the reason that kept jumping timelines then you should not give up..” Yn tried to grab his arm with gentleness but Seokjin turned around to be face to face with her.

“I’m afraid, Yn” Jin confessed “is just heart breaking when you found yourself yet in another reality and is not…” Jin sighted and turned off the kitchen. “Lets eat, I need you strong for what is to come”

Yn was amazed by Jin’s culinary skills and bite after bite she could not help herself to reassure Jin that it was the best dish she has had in a good while. After eating they went to the living room and chat for a few minutes, the Jin looked at her serious.

“Yn, you have to be intoxicated to do this” Jin said to her setting the notebook in front of her.

“If it is the only way…”

“Don’t take it lightly, if you are going to do this you need drugs, last time I desperately tried to jump I had an overdose” Jin said with a cold tone, Yn looked at him astonished.

“You know Jin, I think I have died in the other realities so what can be worse than that?”

Jin nodded and brought to her a pill and water; Yn took it.

“Write everything you been through down, soon enough you’d be on a trance and then… well you’ll see”

Yn took the pen and stated to write, her head started spinning and her reality started distorting once again to every little moment that she has had so far. Her hand writing everything down, the incident, the cold-blooded murder, the jump, the new realities.

Soon the pages started to fill and her head was on roof with the pleasant sensations that came with the high of drugs.

“Yn, you need to read what your higher self has written down” Jin said to her watching her closely “Don’t lose concentration!”

Yn look at him with a lost stare but a call from reality focus her once more on her objectives, she passed the pages of the notebook that were no longer empty, she choose a page and started reading.

July 28, 20xx

I finally graduated, my mom came all the way here, I want to feel happy but everything doesn’t feel right, Jungkook is in prison for murdering Chanyeol, he is not coming out for a long time, his mom took the decision to end her life in the process, Jungkook doesn’t have no one apart from me and his friends that can’t visit him because their own bad blood with the police, I visit him whenever I can but I’m starting to feel like I should move on, I can’t waste my life in waiting for him when he still has another 15 years to go, I have this job offer in Hong Kong and I plan to take it and if it doesn’t work out then I would try in Europe.

February 6, 20xx

I just found out that Jungkook came out of prison, I saw it in a small news article, he came out 5 years before I had planned, something about his good behavior, I’m far away from Korea and I’m married to Jackson now he treats me well and it’s completely different from him, it’s easy to remember what the truth nature of Jungkook really is after all and putting that into contrast with the kind, educated, respectful self that is Jackson, we might try for a baby this year and I can’t wait to let the past go.

January 19, 20xx

I’ve been back in Korea against my will for 4 years now, Jungkook’s power over the mafia just go bigger and stronger, prison changed him forever, I will never forgive him for killing Jackson, my resentment grows every day and it’s scary but I now I encounter that this resentment is getting extended to the children I procreated with the monster, Dohyung just looks too much like him and is expected to be his heir, when my daughter Eunpyo is in my arms I just cry because she cannot be free from this shit situation, Jungkook is just too powerful now, and I can’t do anything without him watching my every move, I don’t care about all this money tinted by blood I just want my simple life in Hong Kong back.

August 31, 20xx

I’m currently hiding in London, I could not take it anymore, the kids would be better without me anyway, I couldn’t be very sufficient as a mother in such conditions and with this depression, Jungkook must be pissed off but I don’t care, his overbearing control over everything in my life has led me to this decision, luckily I’m under this mafia guy protection, he might be a criminal just as Jungkook but he is vastly different and he set me free, if Jungkook dares to find me I would not think it twice and end everything, I will never come back with him.

Yn stopped reading and ran to the nearest bathroom to vomit; Jin runs after her to help her with the hair.

“I can’t stay here, there is no way” she cried after she washed herself, Jin glued to her side.

“Drink this, you will feel better” Jin passed her a cup of tea.

“I want out, how can I do it, Jin?” Yn asked sipping the cup.

“All you will do right now is rest, we can figure that out later” Jin told her.

“You don’t understand everything is about to crumble down, I just don’t want to be here anymore” Yn said tears running down her face.

“Not now, Yn” Jin severed.

Yn’s cellphone started to ring, she took the device and glance at it with dread.

“It’s Jungkook” she said to Jin with tears still in her eyes.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked but before Yn answered his question, she picked up the call.

“Where are you, Yn? I thought that you would be on your apartment?” Jungkook asked her with a neutral tone.

“I was with Hajoon, I’m on my way home” Yn lied biting her lip.

“Alright, do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’m about to take the subway, I can’t talk right now, see you there” Yn ended the call and sighted.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked again serious.

“Jin, he is the reason why I can’t stay here” Yn confessed “But right now I have to continue the show, until I can jump successfully into another timeline”

“Yn are you sure you want to comeback to him?” Jin worried gaze met your eyes.

“Right now, I have to, but I’d be waiting on your call to do jumping, okay?” Yn said standing up, Jin stood up as well.

“At least let me give you a ride home”

……………………..

When Yn entered the apartment, she found Jungkook playing videogames on his phone, as soon as he noticed her presence, he smiled at her and kept playing. Yn’s head was still spinning and soon she felt bad again.

When her stomach warned her, Yn ran to the bathroom to vomit again, Jungkook took notice and ran to her side.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked her with a worried tone.

“Yeah, I just think certain kind of liquors are too strong for me” Yn lied and washed herself.

“You were feeling bad and your friends could not get you a taxi?” Jungkook scoffed “I told you countless times that you are better on you own…” Jungkook said.

Yn took a shower and then went straight to sleep.

At the morning Jungkook woke up Yn bringing her a cup of coffee with an blank expression on his face while he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Thank you” Yn said sipping her coffee, she tried as much as possible to explain her sick state of yesterday.

Jungkook nodded still resilient to look at her eyes.

“I don’t have nothing to do right now” Jungkook said with a low tone, Yn look at him and bit her lip, she was planning to visit Jin but with Jungkook around…

“Oh really?” Yn asked doing her best effort to hide her annoyance.

Jungkook nodded again.

“Maybe we could go for a walk later?” Jungkook suggested, Yn did not have any credible excuse to reject his plans so she nodded back in response.

“good” he said getting close to you and giving you a small peck on the lips.

You look at him as he made his way out of the room, when he wanted to he could be such a sweet guy, but it didn’t matter because now you are fully aware of the monster he was and will be if you continue with this.

……………

The ride on the motorcycle was quiet, the whole day has been pretty quiet apart from some small talk so when you two arrive to the well know childhood park you know he is will try to give some kind of talk.

As soon as you got off the bike Jungkook grabbed your hand and you started walking, Jungkook guide you until you sat on the bench in front of the butterfly statue.

“You know I care about you, right?” Jungkook said all of the sudden, to turn to see his expression.

“I know” Yn responded, deep inside she wanted to believe him but it was a lost cause.

“Then why do you make me worry so much, Yn?” Jungkook said raising his tone “Damn it’s hard to trust you when lately you behave like that” Jungkook look to the ground, disappointment and frustration in his voice.

“It’s been a hell of a week” Yn said more to herself than to Jungkook.

“That’s all you got to say?” Jungkook turned to her clearly pissed off “You come home all fuck up and your explanation is that?!”

“Jungk-“

“And that shady behavior when that fucking bastard called you the other day!”

“Look, Jungkook it’s complicated okay?” You told him off “I haven’t feeling myself lately and I have so much confusion in my head that I just been acting on impulse for the past days” Yn spoke her true self, what she actually was feeling, saying it out loud was a different kind of awakening.

“And what the hell does that mean?” Jungkook asked scrunching his face.

“Well, you know…mm” Yn tried to think well how to say the next sentence “Jungkook maybe I just need some time on my own to figure out my life because frankly every time I’m with you there is some very dramatic experiences that stress the fuck out of me”

Jungkook look at her with this deep stare his already dark eyes opening up and getting even darker.

Then Jungkook scoffed loudly.

“Yn I want you to rethink what you just said and then explain to me what the fuck is going on”

It was the tone he used that was making Yn’s patience evaporate.

“I don’t need to rethink anything, Jungkook” Yn defied him with a look “I need a break from this, it’s honestly mentally exhausting”

“Are you out of your mind, Yn? You are truly asking me that?!” Jungkook spoke with fast emotions quickly possessing him like a maniac.

“Yes!” Yn continued to escalate the situation “it would be beneficial not only for me but for y-“

“For who else? That bitch of Chanyeol?” Jungkook said raising internal alarms in Yn’s mind “Are you fucking that bastard and that’s why you are pulling this shit show?!” Jungkook asked you grabbing your arm, you tried to pull away but it was no use.

“No! I told you a thousand times that he is just part of the university administration!” you said while clearly struggling against his force. “Let go of me!”

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard” He said completely serious.

“Stop Jungkook you are behaving like your father!”

Slap.

Jungkook let go of your arm while you turn to look at him with a tears in your eyes, your body still in shock of what just happened.

Jungkook quickly realized what he did and instant regret was visible. He rushed to grab your face gently, while he inspected the redness of your cheek.

“Yn, I did not want to-“

“Shut up!” you screamed while breaking free from his touch “I don’t want you near me!” you spited, Jungkook opened up his eyes in panic.

“Yn, it was a mistake I just-“

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care” you said again raising your voice when suddenly a loud engine catch both of your attention and a motorcycle stops just besides your street. It was Seokjin.

“Yn!” Jin screams your name and you don’t have to think twice, your body just moves towards him without hesitation and at great speed. Jungkook almost doesn’t react until you got on behind Seokjin, that’s when he runs towards his own motorcycle. But by that time Seokjin had already drive away with you firmly attached to his back.

“Hold on” Jin said to you, while you hugged him tight tears on your eyes, thanking him with your heart.

But then the engine of Jungkook’s bike roar just behind you.

Jungkook is coming closer and he is not going to stop.

Your heart is racing a hundred miles per hour.

What would happen if Jungkook finally reach you?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook bts #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #bangtan smut #bangtang mafia #jungkook mafia au #jungkook x y/n #bts jk #bts x reader

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pastrydragon · 2 years ago

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Fixing Yona from TOTK

We can redeem her in the DLC she just needs some tweaking

And by tweaking I mean I'm totally retconning her personality but in a way that makes sense so bare with me here:

I want to make Yona protagonistically and enjoyably Evil

What does that mean? you ask. It means I want her to be a ruthless, conniving bitch of the first degree but completely on Sidon and Link's side!

I want all that "I'm just here to help" "My Darling Sidon!" bullshit to have been an act. Not that she doesn't care about Sidon, she does, but more like "This is my pet Himbo, isn't he adorable?" than "Love of my life" kinda thing. How she acted in game was just, so saccharine and fake. Like this is a crafted person, not a real one. AND I CAN SPIN THAT INTO AN ADVANTAGE WITH THIS DLC.

Because the Zora are so used to their utterly benevolent and optimistic royal family that Yona slipping in even a little of her own personality could threaten her crown. The Zora are used to their prince and princess being helpful and likable so Yona needs to pretend to be those things too in order to earn enough approval to become queen.

And she's a good fucking choice for queen for them! I love Sidon, I do, he's best boy. The guy is honorable and kind and brave. That's the problem. He's too soft to what other people want and doesn't want to see the bad in people. He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of marrying Yona but went along with it because it's what others wanted from him, and he was immediately trusting of link in BOTW and let the guy fire shock arrows from his back. shock arrows that could kill him almost immediately if he gets hit. Sidon isn't stupid, but he is undeniably a little naive to be king to a kingdom that will suddenly be reintroduced to international diplomacy and proper trade after 100ish years.

And while I think he's perfect for face to face diplomacy, the actual minutia of international dealings will probably be a bit too much for him. Yona, as his Evil Royal Advisor™ would be sitting there smiling sweetly while going over written trade proposals with a red pen. And I do think Evil Royal Advisor™ is the right dynamic here. They do NOT have chemistry, but she absolutely wants Sidon to succeed at any cost. And you need someone like that in your corner when you're made of marshmallow and want everyone else to succeed first.

Of course Sidon carries Yona through this just as much. Yona being in Queen mode is probably exhausting and Sidon would be able to spirit her away from any conversation or event with the excuse of needing her advice or attention and then stand in the hallway with her for ten minutes while she vents before she has to glide back in and put her game face back on. He tells her how well she's doing, how much she's improving things and how much he values her. Evil Royal Advisor™ unit requires regular feeding of ego to function properly.

And her being evil EXPLAINS WHY SIDON NEVER MENTIONED HER IN BOTW! Because she probably didn't pretend around him back then and he remembers her as a horrible little demon, fuck she probably bullied his ass a little(Out of affection) when they were babies. And Sidon wouldn't want to talk about her because he'd have to skip over too much stuff to still be honest. Or talk about the time Yona put frogs in his sleeping pond during the night and he was so surprised when he woke up to them that he shrieked like a banshee and everyone came running to find him freaking out over a damn frog. That shit is embarrassing.

Note: I'm writing this DLC quest to be like something I think Nintendo would seriously write, so dialogue might seem a little over the top or silly at times.

Stage 1:

For the DLC reveal I'd have the quest line "Bride In Black" start with her asking you during the day cycle to get her 15 thunderwing butterflies. She's stockpiling shock resistant potions for emergencies you see. Afterward she'll give you 100 rupees and tell you to go visit Sidon since "He's been stressed lately and would love to see his best friend!" how thoughtful!

Stage 2:

Speak to Sidon who will be searching for something by the big waterfall. He'll explain after some prodding that Yona has been disappearing at night and he's only been able to follow her as far as here before she seems to disappear. He's tried talking to her about it but she always manages to change the subject or be needed elsewhere when he brings it up. He's concerned for her safety and wellbeing as monsters still roam around the domain's borders. At the end of the dialogue he decides to let it go and trust she knows what she's doing. Link gets his quest updated anyway.

Stage 3:

If Link goes to the bottom of the big waterfall at the beginning of the night cycle and crouches in the bushes then Yona will appear mumbling to herself. Equip the stealth set and follow her as quietly as possible, making sure you don't get too loud or too close or she'll realize she's being followed and disappear, the player will then have to wait for the next night cycle to try again. this stage is very similar to the side quest where you follow Mila around in Zelda Windwaker. Except near the end of the following Yona is briefly attacked by a lazalfos, she calmly kills it by throwing a purple bottle at it that causes it to die in a puff of acrid smoke. Yona casually continues on with a "Fufufufu~" speech bubble above her head. Soon she approaches an odd tree which she pours a potion on, the tree shrivels away and a hidden cave is revealed! she enters.

Stage 4:

Link enters after her "Yona's Lair" appears on the screen announcing it as the area's name. inside the cave the player can hear Yona's new theme(Which is her old theme backwards and played on what sounds like a pipe organ and a synthesizer). there's a short hallway before the cave opens up into a big circular room with a cauldron in the middle, filled with suspicious purple ooze. the walls are decorated with what appear to be tacked up potion recipes and detailed drawings of dissected monster parts. Some recipes have the classic skull and crossbones on them for aesthetic. Link approaches Yona (who is writing at an oddly stained desk with another "Fufufufu~" speech bubble above her head.) Press A while close to start a cutscene.

Cutscene:

Yona turns around, shocked to see Link and begins to scream at him "HOW DID YOU FIND ME YOU DIRTY GOBLIN!?" she tries switching back to Queen mode for a few seconds "I-I mean how ever did you find me Link?" she sighs resignedly after a few moments and says "Oh, no point now. You've seen my hobby, there's no fooling you anymore." Yona's character animations change so she's standing with a hand on her hip and her mouth in a toothy grin as opposed to her old demure idle animation. Her green and purple aesthetic looks more at home among the dark and potion bottles, and her devil/parasite horns look much more natural with her head held high and teeth on display. "I almost wish I were dumb enough to try and fight you, but I know I'd lose once I ran out of ammo. And I can't bribe someone like you to stay quiet, so, I suppose this might be it for my little stint as queen. Just do me a favor? Give Sidon the yellow potions on the table for me? I do care about the dumb lummox, and I just know he's going to throw himself in front of some lightning shooting monster one of these days and get himself killed."

"I KNEW IT!" Sidon has appears seemingly angry at the entrance to the lair to shock animations from Link and Yona "I knew you were faking! I thought I was going crazy misremembering our friendship, but you've just gotten better at that act of yours." Sidon laughs "You have no idea how relieved I am, I felt like I was talking to a stranger all these months, it's wonderful you haven't actually changed. I think... Well I'm happy to have my old friend back, even if you do start throwing bugs at me again."

Yona returns to her new idle animation from her shocked one. "You CANNOT be serious Crydon, I knew you were sappy but letting someone like me stick around is just silly! You really are going to go and get yourself killed with all that blind optimism."

Sidon laughs again "I knew I remembered that nickname too! And why wouldn't I let you stick around? Sure, you're a bit... Abrasive at times, and we certainly don't always agree on how to do things, but you're my friend and I care for you! Just because you act in odd ways, or show your affection differently doesn't mean I'm going to get rid of you. You may have teased me when we were little, but you were always there for me when I needed someone to help me or tell me the truth. I remember you called me stupid for losing my favorite toy then you spent all night looking for it while I cried myself to sleep. And I remember you telling me Mipha needed to heal soldiers and couldn't spend time with me instead of telling me she'd be coming back any minute. Then you'd be the one to heal me when I got hurt and you tried to do all the other things I did with Mipha to cheer me up, even though you hated most of those games." Sidon now looks much sadder. "But I don't want you to be Mipha, I want my old friend back. The one that knew when to tell me I was being reckless and when I wasn't believing in myself enough. The one that would steal my sweets then give me her salty snacks later because she knew I liked those better anyway. The one that solved problems, and did the jobs no one else wanted to do but needed to be done. I miss that friend, and I would very much like her back."

Yona is silent for a moment before the player hears a "Fufufufu~" sound effect. "Fufufufu~ my new husband sure knows how to make a girl feel special." Sidon has a brief embarrassed animation before Yona starts speaking again "I'm just teasing you Crydon, I'll stay to keep you from from selling the kingdom for magic beans or whatever nonsense you'd have gotten up to without me." Yona turns to face Link "Assuming this silent menace can keep my hobby, and my charming personality, to himself?"

At this point the player gets the dialogue options of

"Of course!"

"Fine, but I'm watching you!"

Depending on the players choice Yona will either comment on Link's similarity to Sidon, or commend him for being sensible about the situation.

"In any case, you need to buzz off for a while so I can finish my potion and so Crydon and I have a chance to catch up for real. But come back tomorrow night and I'll have something to help you on your little adventure."

At this the cutscene ends and the screen goes dark before Link is transported to the front of the cave at the beginning of the day cycle. Yona's Lair cannot be accessed during the day.

Stage 5:

Talking to Sidon during the day cycle after the cutscene will trigger some thankful flavor dialogue and Sidon will reveal he was following Link the entire time last night after seeing him follow Yona past the waterfall. Link wasn't focused on not being spotted from behind after all.

Talking to Yona during the day cycle will not get new dialogue and she will have changed back to her original animations during the day.

Going back to Yona's Lair at night will result in a short dialogue where Yona thanks Link for "Being a nosy little creep I guess." The player will then have access to Yona's potion shop. The shop sells some randomized normal potions that vary in duration every night. It will also have Poison Bottles. Poison bottles can be thrown at enemies or attached to arrows and will do damage over time to any enemy it hits for 60 seconds. low level monsters will be killed instantly and mid level will likely die on their own in the 60 seconds. But the potions best use is against high HP enemies that don't give the player a lot of opportunity to get a hit in. The poison bottle require both money and monster parts to make so they really should be saved for when Link is in a pinch.

#breath of the wild #botw #tears of the kingdom #totk #prince sidon #yona #evil yona #but in a fun way #pastry writes #I guess #A girl's gotta fix everything around here #link #legend of zelda

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xcookedxchroniclesx · 1 year ago

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My voices have remained steadily the same since I started hearing them in winter of 2013.

In the beginning they were just talking a lot of shit and following me around getting people riled up but nothing really happened but I had anxiety. I didn't do drugs, not even weed, back then. I just enjoyed beers.

They turned into threats at The Congress Beer House and I couldn't tell who was fucking with me by throwing seeds at me but no one else seemed to see anything. So I had to quit because of my mental health and I hated doing that because my boss Cole and his right hand man were awesome and I knew that I could learn a lot from them.

So I straggled around until I found Original Joe's and applied. My first thought upon dropping off my resume was this place was more like the place of the people who I have had disagreements of lifestyle and fashion choices but decided that we're older now so maybe that teenager bullshit wasn't in effect anymore but maybe things will get spicy but just handle it if it does, because the other option is being homeless.

Sure enough sometime in 2014 there was something going on against me in the dining room that I was blissfully unaware of for months or something like that. I have schizophrenia and it was acting up on me again as I forgot to get different medicine when I stopped taking it 3 years prior.

The voices were close to me no matter where I was and they were pretty threatening voices although I saw literally nothing to back up their claims. I was getting less and less fearful and one day I just asked everyone what their fucking problem is, that I'm working and I don't have time to fuck around with ridiculous bullshit. Then they asked me if I licked my ex-girlfriends ass and I was like "how did you find out about that? She said something, didn't she, I totally forgot" and then I said "it was the heat of the moment, I didn't plan it out, y'kno, she had a nice ass" and refused to feel embarrassed and quietly went back to work.

Then the voice was getting all violent sounding so I planted porn watching on my computer as they could see my screen so I covered the webcam with tape and played porn in my room while I was in the livingroom watching movies and working out. I got 4 months of this nonstop outside of work before it was noticed and then I had to fight.

The first attempt I was too tired and bitched out and he was really trying to make me sound bad but the day after no one could look at me and outside having a smoke I heard his voice and got angry and saw the shortest skinny bastard talking with it.

I just started laughing and haven't stopped. I laughed all of the rest of the night that a little bastard like that could have such an effect except that people were drinking so maybe it sounded more believable.

Then at the end of the night I put on Nails and got into fight mode. I told him it is fucking on and we fight at my place so I don't get in trouble with my work.

I was just livid. I put on some fighting clothes, good fitting pants, a good shirt and a fitting hoodie. It was -35°C but that was all the clothing I needed because I was pissed the fuck off and I was over the only part of the parking lot without ice, pacing back and forth threatening to anyone who drove by until I heard his voice, all cracked unknowing to what he signed up for.

"I have...to fight.....him?"

Then he ran away and I chased after him and searched the whole area for him before giving up and laughing on my way inside. He tried to give me shit after and I just fucked with him.

There were many voices that came in and they all disappeared or died or left on their own.

I murdered a lot of my voices that deserved it. I have no remorse for a fucked up individual that does fucked up things.

I outlined what I was going to do to him if he didn't back out and leave me alone. And I kept my word to him. I took away EVERYTHING that he had and held dear. Left him penniless and destitute and homeless. I took his right hand and left him basically a walking corpse from all of the infections he had.

He is a dead man walking now. Once he comes down from the meth he'll die. Fo sho.

#schizophrenia #voices

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seriouslysnape · 4 years ago

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Miscommunication (pt.2)

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Poly! relationship.

A/N: Part 1 is here!

Word Count: 3,376

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

It had been three weeks since you had stormed out of the boys’ dorm in a scurry of anger. It had also been three weeks since you had touched, talked to, or even spared Sirius a passing glance. As far as you were concerned, he didn’t even exist. Despite your dramatic exit, Sirius was confident that you’d crack soon enough and come running back to him, begging for forgiveness. But the more time that passed, the more that he was beginning to realize that might not be the case.

In a general sense, life continued on as it always had. You walked through the Hogwarts’ corridors with the three Gryffindors, laughing at James’ jokes and blushing red under Remus’ kisses. You gave all your love and time to James and Remus, not offering Sirius a drop of your attention.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to brush it off like it didn’t bother him and like it didn’t make a difference whether you were with him or not. His attempts to drown you out the way you had been drowning him out were successful at first, but it only took about a week for him to realize how much this was killing him.

In the mornings, you woke James or Remus up (depending on whose bed you slept in the night before) with bubbly kisses and sweet giggles, something that you had always done for all three of the boys’ wake up calls. Sirius had gone almost 23 days (but not like he was COUNTING or anything) since he had any kind of interaction with you.

No cuddles.

No hugs.

No kisses.

Nothing.

The whole situation put James and Remus into a bit of an awkward position. You were on great terms with the two of them, considering they hadn’t insulted you and invalidated your feelings right in your face. This was a difficult challenge to tackle, because they felt guilty for continuing to love up on you when Sirius wasn’t getting his usual share. This was a rather particular arrangement that had taken lots of trial and error to make the right adjustments. Now that the balance had been thrown off, the whole thing didn’t feel right.

James and Remus had both tried to convince you to talk things out with Sirius. They knew that deep down this wasn’t what you wanted, and things couldn’t go on like this forever. James and Remus knew Sirius better than anybody. They were fully aware that Sirius was regretting what he had done and was kicking himself for it...even if Sirius wouldn’t show it or admit to it.

Sirius was beginning to lose precious sleep over this. He tossed and turned in his bed that had grown so lonely without you. His arms felt so empty not being wrapped around you, holding you snugly to his body. Suddenly, he didn’t have anyone to help him with his Potions homework or someone to remind him about his Transfiguration exam coming up. He didn’t have the girl that completed the complex puzzle that was Sirius Black. He felt so unfinished without you.

He missed you.

But his pride was winning out.

“How’s the brat today?” Sirius questioned dryly, not even looking up from his Herbology textbook in his lap.

“Sirius.” Remus and James echoed, clearly displeased at Sirius’ cold name for you.

Over the last three weeks, Sirius would ask about you when you weren’t around and he was alone with the boys. He would ask how you were doing, but what he really wanted to know was if you had said anything about him or given any indications that you were close to giving in. James and Remus were growing impatient with Sirius. They had tried to step back, allowing both yourself and Sirius to have time to allow your fog of frustration to air out. They had hoped that Sirius would come around to realize that he had been wrong in all kinds of ways, and you both could work it out on your own.

Between stepping all over your feelings like they were a sidewalk and calling you a bitch for being rightfully upset, Sirius had one too many strikeouts on his record.

“What? If she’s going to act like a child, then I’ll treat her like one.” Sirius growled.

James crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair that he was sitting in by the common room’s fireplace. Remus watched the two of them from over the rim of his cup that contained his favorite hot tea.

“She’s hurt, Sirius. You hurt her,” James snarled, eyebrows furrowed in agitation, “I don’t blame her for not wanting to talk to you.”

“Did you not hear the things she said to me? She was totally out of line.” Sirius argued, his demeanor going rigid and his defensive mode kicking into high gear.

“Because you pushed her too hard,” Remus cut in, “She has every right to be upset.”

Sirius was shocked that they were taking your side over his. You were never allowed to speak to any of them the way you had talked to Sirius that day. You weren’t allowed to talk back, get an attitude, touch yourself without permission, as well as other rules that had been established early on in the relationship. They all took the rules very seriously, and the fact that James and Remus were brushing it off was mind boggling to Sirius.

“I didn’t push her at all. She caught an attitude with me.” Sirius remarked tossing his textbook aside.

“Because you don’t always treat her the way you should,” Remus snapped, “All she wanted was for you to listen and talk to her.”

“Do I not already do enough for her? I walk her to class, I let her sleep with me, not to mention that I fuck her pretty much whenever she wants,” Sirius pointed out, “And now I’m still not doing enough?”

James shook his head, sighing harshly. He was disappointed that he still wasn’t getting it.

“She’s our girl, Padfoot. She responds so well to Moony and me because she knows how much we love her,” James explained, “You’ve got to start treating her like you love her.”

Sirius’ hardened features went light at what James was saying. He looked between his two best friends, who were sharing matching expressions of urgency. Sirius felt a sickening feeling creeping into his stomach that he could feel all the way up into his throat. Had you gone this whole time thinking that he didn’t love you like the other two did?

“But...I do love her.” Sirius spoke, almost in a whisper.

James and Remus looked at one another briefly, a bit relieved that he was maybe starting to see clearly now.

“She doesn’t know that. You’re going to lose her for good if you don’t change some things, Pads.” Remus added once he saw that Sirius was beginning to have a serious breakthrough moment.

That surely got Sirius’ attention. That wasn’t something he wanted at all. It made his heart hurt even to think about possibly never being with you again. He had to fix this, no matter what he had to do or say.

He just hoped that it wasn’t too late.

The remorse and the contrition that he was feeling that had been building up in him over the last three weeks was finally seeping through the cracks of the surface. It was like a fire that just kept spreading and spreading until the only thing he could see were the hot, orange flames and black smoke that would suffocate him if he breathed in too hard. It was like a switch had flipped. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He didn’t care about his pride or his image or his dignity.

He just wanted you back.

So, the boys began to devise a plan. Sirius admitted that he didn’t know how to even begin apologizing to you. He wasn’t great with apologies, considering that even the word ‘sorry’ probably had only fallen from his mouth only a couple of times in his life. This was going to take some calculation and planning to get it right.

You had been doing a bang up job of ensuring that you weren’t ever alone with Sirius. You made sure that either James or Remus was by your side whenever you were in Sirius’ presence, to avoid being forced to speak to him. Remus and James were confident that they could get you two in a room alone together. That was the easy part. The hard part would fall to Sirius, which came down to the actual apology.

James and Remus knew you’d be suspicious if Sirius apologized first. You’d likely only think he was apologizing because he was touch starved and wanted sex, not because he cared about you and was terrified of losing you. In their eyes though, as long as he was honest and didn’t lose his cool, you’d be able to see his real intentions.

Remus had told you to meet him in their dorm, and that no one would be there until later in the day. That seemed pretty normal to you, so you didn’t even give it a second thought. The dorm was empty when you arrived, prompting you to slip out of your uniform and into one of Remus’ sweaters all while getting comfortable on his bed. Shortly after you were settled, the three boys congregated just outside the door, whispering in their semi-circle formation.

“You got this, mate. Just be normal and be honest,” James instructed, “I guarantee you that she’s missing you just as much.”

Sirius was nervous. Not because he didn’t know what to say or what to do, but because he had half convinced himself that you had already decided he wasn’t worth your time anymore. He couldn’t live with himself if he was the reason you had left him.

“We’ll be out here just in case you need us,” Remus piped up, “It’s gonna be fine, Pads.”

James and Remus gave Sirius reassuring grins as Sirius took a deep breath before turning the knob of the door. He entered the small dorm room, his heart fluttering when he saw you sitting on Remus’ mattress. Your head snapped up, your face full of delightful expectation for Remus, but it faded just as fast as it came when you saw it was Sirius. He definitely noticed, but tried not to take it to heart. Your eyes were locked in with his, and you could already tell something was up.

“Hey.” Sirius said plainly, and in a bit of a squeak.

“Hi.” You replied.

He was honestly surprised that you actually gave him an answer. He thought you might’ve ignored him completely. The joyous relief that he felt from you actually talking to him was almost enough to send him to his knees, pleading for you to give him another chance.

His gaze did shift to the book that was placed next to you. It was your Herbology textbook, the same one that Sirius had been studying from earlier that day.

“Studying for Herbology?” Sirius asked, but obviously that wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.

“Yeah,” You answered, unsure of what exactly was happening, “I was just waiting for Remus.”

Sirius nodded, avoiding the sting that burned in his chest at the reminder that he hadn’t truly seen you in almost a month. You looked so comfortable in the large sweater and the blanket that was draped over your lap. Your hair was slightly messy from the breeze outside that you had walked through to get here. Your skin was glowing from the warmth of their room and the sudden interaction you were having with Sirius.

You looked perfect to him.

He knew he needed to say something now. He needed to kick start this conversation before things got awkward and weird. Although, he never minded silence as long as he had you to occupy his every thought. All the things that he had planned to say were abruptly wiped from his mind. He was going out on a limb here, totally about to wing this. He just had to go for it.

“Can I sit?” He questioned, referring to the slight open space next to you.

You nodded hesitantly, shifting over so he could have a little more room. He sat down just about a foot in front of you, both of you turning to face each other. James and Remus were just outside the door, their ears pressed up against the door to be sure they didn’t miss anything.

Sirius looked at you for a few moments, taking in your curious, attentive behavior. He took a breath, and spoke again, but it came out as more of a ramble.

“Baby, I know I’ve hurt your feelings. I didn’t want or mean to hurt your feelings, but sometimes I just say stupid shit and then I’m too proud to admit that I said something stupid and...” He trailed off when he realized that so far he wasn’t saying anything that you didn’t already know.

This was yet another reminder that Sirius wasn’t a great talker. But he wanted to let you know the things that you didn’t already know. He wanted you to know that he was truly sorry. He was sorry for ever making you feel like you weren’t worth anything to him.

He wanted you to know that you were his world.

“I miss you,” He began again, preparing for any possible reaction from you, “I’m sorry for everything I said. I’m sorry that I hurt you...I never, ever wanted to do that.”

Your silence wasn’t because you weren’t believing what he was saying or because you didn’t want to listen. You were silent because you were floored that this was happening. Never in a million years did you think that you’d be sitting here listening to a real, heartfelt apology from Sirius Black. The thought of you leaving him had really scared him, and you could see it.

“I know I’m different from Moony and Prongs. They’re a bit better at this than I am,” He admitted, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

Truth be told, you weren’t really mad at Sirius anymore. You could never stay angry at him. Your whole avoid-Sirius-at-all-costs routine hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park for you either. There were several times where you were tempted to just let it go and forget about it. But now you were glad that you hadn’t done that, because you would’ve lost this opportunity to understand one another a little better.

“All I had wanted that day was to talk to you. I like talking to you,” You explained, “I just get frustrated when you don’t want to listen and the only thing you can think about is fucking me.”

Sirius sighed, his eyes diverting to his hands that were fiddling with the edge of the blanket in your lap. He had known that the other two boys were right, but hearing it come from you made him feel even more guilty.

“I know. I guess I’m just not good at talking. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just...not what I’m good at. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t important,” Sirius confessed, “But I do love you. And I don’t want to go another day without you.”

Another silence filled the room, one that had Sirius’ heart pounding in his chest. He felt like his entire life was on the line. Like, his entire fate was resting on whatever you were going to say or do next. You had every right to get up and walk out and never speak to him again. He knew he had crossed so many lines so many times that it was a wonder you were still here. He just hoped that you’d give him another chance. He hoped that he deserved another chance.

You were starstruck. You were completely touched and moved by what he had said. Maybe it wasn’t the most flawless apology ever. Maybe it was a little rough around the edges with a couple of hiccups. But deep down it was true, honest, and pure.

Just like the Sirius Black that you had come to love.

He didn’t have anything else to say, and he hoped that what he had said was enough. Your warm hand came to his face, his head lulling into your palm when you brought his worried eyes to look at you once more.

“I love you. I promise you don’t have to go without me anymore.” You smiled, accepting his apology and offering your forgiveness.

All color returned to Sirius’ face, his shoulders relaxing and his chest releasing a bated breath. You captured his lips into a needy kiss, one that was nothing short of long awaited. Sirius’ hands came to the side of your neck, his blood pumping in his ears. He had missed this.

He had missed you.

He was even more thrilled when you crawled over into his lap, his hands guiding your legs around him as he refused to let you go from his lips. Although, when the other two boys came bursting in, your hot make out session was forced to a halt. They came in as if they had no idea what was going on, fake surprised expressions plastered on their faces.

“Well, hello there.” James chided with a smirk.

“Did we miss something?” Remus asked.

You and Sirius only laughed, as the four of you crammed together on Remus’ bed. Sirius continued to pepper kisses wherever he could while you craned your head to look at James as he spoke.

“So, I guess the two of you got things worked out?” James acquired.

“We sure did.” You smiled, giggling when Sirius’ kisses brushed against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

Your lips found his again, Sirius leaning you back onto the mattress and keeping secured there. When your breathing began to get heavy and your noises became a little hungrier, James and Remus announced their exit.

“Well, I suppose Prongs and I will leave you to it.” Remus winked.

Sirius broke the kiss only to respond, but that didn’t stop you from leaning upwards to suck on his pulse point, not even phased by what Remus had said.

“You two aren’t going to stick around?” Sirius wondered, groaning as your hips rolled into his quickly hardening dick through his pants.

James shrugged.

“We’ll let it slide this time,” He said triumphantly, ushering Remus out the door, “Besides, the two of you have some catching up to do.”

Sirius let out a guttural laugh as he took a moment to look down at you. You looked so beautiful sprawled out underneath him; your lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown with lustful expectation. He knew he’d never be able to take you for granted again.

“My pretty girl...” He mewled, “I love you. A million times over I’ll tell you that I love you.”

“I love you, Siri,” You hummed, swiping a loose piece of hair from his forehead, “Now make me cum the way I know you know how to.”

Sirius chuckled lowly at your boldness, his pupils dilating at the flush of arousal that sent through him. You knew better than to tell him how to run his show, but he knew this was a special occasion, so he didn’t mind taking an order or two.

“Well, now, what happened to ‘sex doesn’t fix everything’?” Sirius joked.

“It doesn’t, but we already fixed what needed to be fixed by talking,” You smiled, “Now we just both get something we want.”

Sirius laughed out loud, continuing his shower of kisses and swiping your skirt off in one swift move, your body squirming with anticipation. He felt confident that things would be better now. He was more than thankful that he had another shot at this. He was happy he had you back, and the four of you could go back to normal.

And now things would be even better than before.

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imgonnapanic · 3 years ago

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oh m gee bestie bae. i reQuest hQ boys when someone hurts their ACL :))))))))))))))) totally not from personal experience at aLl

haikyuu boys with an s/o that hurt their ACL

Oikawa Tooru

He wears a brace for his knee because he has some ligament pain

Well, every vb player does at some point, no big deal

But he has no idea the amount of agony you’re in when you fall and don’t get back up

All he hears is your coach say “oh shit” and he is up faster than a middle hits a 1 ball

You can’t walk on it, you can’t put any pressure on it

And Tooru’s mind is going a mile a minute trying to figure out what to say

Because he really hopes it isn’t what he thinks it is

But when you get an MRI scan, it’s true

You’ve sprained your anterior cruciate ligament

And you’re out for the rest of your school season

You are crushed, but he’s there for you every step of the way

Physical therapy, constant rest, ice, compression, elevation, he’s there to help with all of it

You better believe that he’s the loudest one in the crowd when you step on that court again

And you got a matching brace out of it :)

(A/n): im getting flamed for that one

Iwaizumi Hajime

Mr. Athletic trainer knows exactly what happened because he saw it happen

Sure, he hasn’t found a job yet, but that doesn’t mean he can’t do a little research at Seijoh

Your knee buckled just as you went to dig a ball, and his fucking life flashed before his eyes because that was definitely your ACL

“Y/n, do you think it’s your ACL?”

Yeah, he gets a glare from your mom after that one because you’re sobbing

BUT you can hobble around after, so he’s a little relieved

When you get the call, he’s not really surprised

He helps with wrapping techniques

Proceeds to get yelled at by your mom and your coach and your actual athletic trainer

And just sticks to bringing you ice packs after that

But he can help with the mental part of recovery

When you desperately want to go to a clinic, just to even touch a volleyball, he bars you from it

When you need to be understood, he listens

And when you need to bitch about fucking Marie Antoinette taking your spot on the court, he can bitch with you

Because guess who doesn’t really like her either-

Lol she yelled at him one time because you two were peppering

“Y/n, stop peppering RIGHT NOW or I’m telling coach that I want to play ds all game.”

“She’s just-“

“DID I ASK YOU?”

Miya Osamu

It’s a long distance relationship for you two because you go to a different school 😔

But the first text he gets about it looks a little something like this:

And he’s like oh my fucking god

And he facetimes you right away

The next time you see each other, it’s at his house with his mom and his brother

You can hobble around, but you do come on crutches

So that makes him extra cautious

You seem like you’re pretty okay though. Not in good enough shape to play, but good enough to make a fast recovery

You explain that you’re gonna get an MRI scan, and then you spend the rest of the night arguing about what that #10 kid from Miyagi hits

“It is obviously a slide. He runs all the way to the pin!”

“No, but his footwork is wrong. He jumps off two feet.”

“Well, he’s a first year.”

“So?”

Anyways, he has no real way to gage your emotions after you leave, so he assumes you’re taking it as well as one possibly could

Until you call him crying about how your teammates are yelling at you to help carry the net poles

And he’s like…but you’re injured??

And ur like yeah

And he wants to go strangle mode but unfortunately that’s frowned upon in Japan

He doesn’t know when he is gonna see you next in the near future, so he goes on his secret tumblr and writes x reader posts about you 💔

(A/n): no homo

#haikyuu #anime #anime art #haikyuu headcannons #oikawa headcannons #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi headcanons #sports anime #osamu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu headcanons

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crypticspacecat · 3 years ago

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Coffee and Poetry 2/3 (Yan!JotaroxBlack!Femreader)

Click HERE for part 1

PART 3

All of the poems in this chapter are written by me. This is a reference to what look I wanted for y/n in this chapter (mainly hairstyle):

https://pin.it/2Sdp9rs

Also, when Jotaro reads his poem, I highly suggest you listen to this song with it as it was a huge inspiration

https://youtu.be/H_WzjiTzZBA

I'll probably post the last part either Friday night or Saturday.

Enjoy! :D

Friday

“Hey, it’s the day. Aw, you look great!” Rose compliments leaning against my door. I want to try something different, so I decide to use the extensions I bought a while back to do bubble pigtails with some slick baby hairs. I usually go to class in sweats, but I instead go for a lavender crop top with “baby girl” across the chest and light high-waist jeans that lifts my butt nicely.

“Thanks! I wanted a bit of a change and I also did a massive online shopping haul.” I said while applying my lip gloss. Checking myself out in the mirror, I haven't felt this attractive in a while. I especially notice how the crop top makes my chest more pronounced while my jeans accentuate my hips and shows off my toned butt. I feel like a bad bitch!

“It’s about time you show your curves more! You got killer curves, flaunt it bitch! Maybe you know who will come your way.” She taunts me while I gather my things for class.

“Oh come on! I don’t think it was like that. Besides, from his energy, he just doesn’t want to be bothered.” I retorted. I grab my key before bidding my goodbyes to Rose. I head down the stairs of the apartment and make my way to campus. I wish I had told Rose about last night, but I didn’t want to alarm her. God knows she can go from 1 to 100 in milliseconds. Thinking about last night still shakes me up.

“I’m going to 7/11, do you want anything?” I asked Rose, pulling my head through my oversized hoodie. Rose shook her head and I headed out the door. I didn’t forget my pepper spray as it is getting darker. The 10-minute walk went unsurprisingly quickly as my playlist kept me energetic. The usual entrance bell rang and I was greeted by the clerk. I got my usual bag of sweet chili Doritos and sprite. I went up to the front desk and made small talk with the clerk as he checked out my items.

“It’s pretty dark out ain’t it?”

“Yeah, but sometimes you gotta satisfy those cravings.”

“Very true, but do be careful out there. Those frat boys are having a get-together tonight and you know how they get.”

“Oh trust me, I always bring my pepper spray.” I reassured him. I grabbed my things and left for my apartment. I walk up the street and hear the party despite having my earphones in.

“Loud ass motherfuckers..” I whispered to myself before hearing footsteps. I quickly turn around to see no one around. Not even a shadow. I took off my earphones just in case of an ambush. I keep walking but am now hyper-aware of my surroundings. I quicken my pace to make sure who or whatever is tailing me may give up. I come closer to my apartment and I hear a loud click like someone was taking a picture. I try to find the source of the sound, only to find nothing around me. The clicks continue as my panic sets in. I freeze in my tracks, my body won’t move and my breathing becomes shallow. I heard the footsteps come closer and I went into flight mode.

“Fuck!” I yelled and bolted to my apartment without a second thought. My shitty endurance wanted me to stop but I couldn’t. My lungs were on fire and my legs were gonna give out, but I made it. I slowly turn around to see no one behind me. Sighing in relief, I entered quietly to not wake up Rose. I silently scold myself for forgetting my pepper spray as I rest my exhausted legs on the couch.

Thinking about last night’s potential horror scene, I walk into the classroom and wave to Kakyoin.

“Hey, (y/n)! Ready for today?” Kakyoin asks with his poem out and ready. I nod with a small grin.

“Oh yeah, I did have to practice presenting it with Rose but I totally got it down. I would ask you the same, but you’re always prepared.” I joked.

“You know what I’m wondering?”

“What’s up?”

“What do you think Jotaro wrote?” Kakyoin pondered. How did I even forget he’s in this class too? To be fair, he is super quiet.

“I’m not sure, I think it’ll be interesting though.” I answered. He doesn’t seem like the emotional type, so I don’t expect anything too complex.

“You know I did ask him what he wrote, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

“You know Jotaro?” I questioned and he nods in response.

“We met through our part-time job.” He answers and speaking of the devil, here he comes. Something about him, his aura, and the way he walks. Even the way he talks (which hearing him is rare unless he's yelling at his fangirls) is ominous and almost threatening. He always stands out with his white hat and trench coat, his height didn't help him blend in much either. You can never read his face, a total mystery he is. Not too far behind him was our professor with her usual cheery self.

“Good morning! As you know, today you all will be turning in and presenting your poetry. I’m looking forward to seeing them! Who wants to go first?” She beamed. Of course, Kakyoin raises his hand. I’ve always admired his writing, he’s been a huge help in this class by helping me with more creative stories and poems.

“Great! Everyone please pay attention and keep the talking to a minimum.” The professor instructed. Kakyoin wastes no time starting on his poem.

“I have a warrior’s heart

You will not hurt me

You will never break me

My life was dark

I was weak

My demons tormented me

Not anymore

I wear my armor with pride

I’m taking my life back

and you can’t stop me

My past is behind me

and my future is bright

They will not bring me down

I will not give in to their misery

I am a warrior”

His poem rightfully earns a few claps and praises, especially from the professor. I remember Kakyoin mentioning his childhood to me while we were hanging out in my apartment the first week of school, this poem is quite fitting for him. For the next 5 minutes, a couple more students volunteered to present their poems. Some good and some pretty cringe but we all start somewhere.

“(y/n), would you like to go next?” The professor asked. I nod and walk towards the front of the classroom. I take a small breath as all eyes are on me, especially his. The intensity of his blue eyes increases my anxiety, I can never tell what’s behind those eyes. It’s quite peculiar. I already hate public speaking, he's not making this any easier on me. It's almost like he's checking out my body. Is there lust behind that glare? Does my outfit draw too much attention? I shake my head at these unnecessary thoughts. Let’s just get this over with.

“It’s been months…

Months since you brought me here and left me to die. Bare feet walking on the dirt, the blisters don’t hurt as much anymore. The wildlife looks at me with deep pity. The trees have become my only friends, their words of wisdom have kept me alive.

“You cannot change people, no matter how much you think they need to change. People change themselves”

“Though these times are difficult, they are only a short phase of life”

“Worry does not beget change”

I meditate day and night, the wind comforts me. I sometimes dance in the rain, letting the water weigh down my curls. My pen has become my weapon as I no longer long for blood. The words I write spill out of me and drown in my tears. You’ll never come back and I’m not sure that I'll be ok. Those promises you made, you never meant them.

Spring has resurrected the magnolia and the sun kisses me. I no longer cry, I keep going. I trek through the evergreens, only relying on the wisdom of the trees. I sometimes long to go back, but I came too far. The old life I knew has now ceased to exist. The wind hugs me as I know that this journey will be lonely and excruciating.

“You are loved”

“You are protected”

“You will not receive closure for every situation, but you can create it for yourself”

Silenced and unheard by others, I can finally speak my truth. A heart that has been frozen by trauma slowly melts. Once an impossible dream will now come to fruition. The love that I deserved, will find its way to me. I cry no more for you. You choose to leave me behind and behind me, you will stay.”

The room is silent for a moment before getting a few praises from classmates with his eyes still burning through me. Almost as if he's angry on my behalf.

“Wonderful poem, (y/n)! I can really feel the emotion in your piece, I’m proud of your improvement!” The professor praised. I quietly sit back down and politely listen to the other students' poems, I still feel his intense stare. At this point, I don’t think he cares to hide it. As another student finishes, the professor looks at Jotaro.

“Ah, Jotaro! Looks like you’re the last student today.” She pointed out. He slowly gets up and coolly walks to the front of the class. Every step he takes feels like it's in slow motion, his hat covering half of his face increasing his mysterious aura. Some girls look towards him with heart-shaped eyes while everyone else is waiting for class to end.

“Ready whenever you are.” The professor tells him and he grunts in response.

“The intoxicating aroma of coffee can’t compare,

Will never compare

To the scent of shea butter that arouses me

Chocolate eyes, and those plump lips begging to be kissed

Darling, why won’t you be mine?

Let me take you tonight

Let me feel every curve

Run my fingers through your curls

Hold you in my arms

Trace my fingers across your caramel skin

Feel your body on mine

Taste your brown sugar

Stay with me and I’ll keep you safe

Angel, my passion for you will never die”

The whole class falls silent and time stops. Wait a damn minute, who is he talking about? Ain’t no way in hell...

“Wonderful job Jotaro! I didn’t expect that kind of concept from you, bravo!” The professor beamed as he goes back to his seat. The class is still speechless, including me. I suddenly hear whispers.

“Jojo has a crush?”

“No way bro! I thought he was asexual or somethin’”

“The actual question is, who is it about?”

“Whoever she is, I’m pretty jealous. She’s super lucky.”

The more whispers I hear, the more my brain starts to short circuit. My internal screaming is soon interrupted by my professor’s cheerful announcement.

“Before class ends for today, I have two things. One, I’m proud of all of you for giving your best effort on this assignment! Your scores should be posted by the end of next week. Also, I have a project for you all. You will be in pairs writing a play together. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to choose your own partners, your assigned partner will be on this billboard. I will talk more about this project in the next class. Have a great weekend!” She announced and everyone gets up to see the billboard. I manage to squeeze through to take a glance at my assigned partner.

“(y/n) and Jotaro Kujo”

Of fucking course.

“So Mr. Man is your partner? And he wrote a poem about you?”

“Yes, he is my partner and no Rose, that wasn’t about me. Jesus Christ!” I shoot back while washing my face. Why would it be about me? He could have anyone he wanted, it’s probably one of his fangirls. She then shakes her head and shoots me a concerned look.

“(y/n), I get it. You haven’t been yourself since the incident. Derrick is a slimy dick who lost a great person. You are beautiful, of course there will be someone crazy about you. I mean your skin is damn beautiful and it looks damn good in the sun. And your body? Chile, If I was gay, I’d be all over that ass!” Rose exclaimed while playfully slapping my butt, making me chuckle softly. Honestly, she is right about my self-esteem crashing down. Since that incident, I just didn’t feel beautiful. I couldn’t see what anyone would like about me. I believed every venomous word he spat at me when I confronted him.

“Boring”

“Fat”

“Prude”

“Ugly”

“Who would want you? Honestly, I did you a favor!”

Writing that poem put into perspective how wicked he was. I can’t let him continue to have me by the throat, I never needed that toxic energy in my life. Thank God I didn't have sex with that cretin.

“Ok, I do feel a little better, but how can I be sure the poem was about me?” I questioned.

“I think we’ll just have to wait and find out.” She replied and I nod in agreement. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I mean, Jotaro is fine as hell but I don’t know a single thing about him. Not even his favorite color. I guess it’s a good thing we are partners after all.

One week later

“Ok class, now that you all are paired up, let me explain the project. You and your partner will be creating a play with at least 5 acts. Please try to keep adult themes to a minimum. You don’t have to act out the play, but if you do you will get bonus points. The project will be due in 4 weeks so please no slacking!” The professor instructs then everyone goes over to their partner. I start to gather my things when a shadow engulfs me. I slowly look up to see Jotaro staring down at me. Holy shit, he’s huge.

“Oh, hey.” I greeted. I was met with a soft ‘hmph’ as he sits directly across from me. After a moment of awkward silence, we start to suggest ideas to each other. With both of us somewhat lacking in the coming up with plots department, it's gonna be a while until we both agree on something.

“Well, what about a plot where two characters get trapped in a haunted mansion? It’s not super original, but it can work.” He suggested.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” I said, looking at the time. We both realize that class is almost over and Jotaro quickly pulls out his phone.

“How about we talk more about it over the weekend?” He suggested.

“Sure, where should we-”

“We can work on it at my house.”

“Oh ok, where is-”

“I’ll pick you up, here’s my number.” He bluntly stated and swapped our phones. Usually, someone being so rude would get cussed out but I’m damn near speechless. I just nod and enter my phone number. We swapped back phones and he abruptly leaves, leaving me stunned.

What just happened?

#yandere jotaro #blackyn #black reader #yandere jojo x reader #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #x black fem reader #x black reader

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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago

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So. Todomatsu always ACTS like he hates that Karamatsu is so eccentric, but we all know he actually doesn't mind that much. If anyone else made fun of him for that stuff, I can't help but think he wouldn't let it fly. So what about a situation where Karamatsu gets made fun of/bullied/put down by someone OUTSIDE the family for being the way he be and Todomatsu gets an opportunity to go into full protective mode over him??

OH SHIT the youngest of them goes feral

dare I say... RELEASE THE BABY!!!!!

God I love Zaimoku, it’s so good <3

If Totty is being completely, utterly, unfailingly honest with himself, his brothers need his help if one of them is going to be going on a date.

Really, he’s the only one who has any clue about how to act on a date! He could hit his big brothers over the head with a Clue-by-four with that shit and they still wouldn’t really get it.

Even so… part of him thinks he shouldn’t really be following Karamatsu to a date. Karamatsu is the one Totty knows is never going to come running to him for advice or assistance, especially with girls; he’s got the undeserved ego of an avocado toast sandwich. Totty isn’t sure he’d be pleased to know his baby brother tagged along not because he has to sort out a schedule thing at work, but because he wants to keep an eye on Karamatsu.

What else is he supposed to do, though? Just let Karamatsu go alone and totally blow it? His usual behavior aside, Totty really wants his big brothers to be happy and have fulfilling relationships. He thinks if he can be there to keep an eye on things, well, maybe it won’t go so bad. Maybe Karamatsu will have a shot with this woman. Maybe he’ll get a girlfriend!

The very idea was enough to make him feel a little better about lying so that his brother will take him along. It eases his conscience, imagining that if he manages to help Karamatsu out to the point that the second eldest ends up in a loving, joyful relationship, (obviously as opposed to the past few horrible ones he’s had), then a little fib isn’t so bad, is it?

After all, if he were the one in need of something like this, he’d be grateful for his brothers’ help however they did it.

Of course, when he sees the look this girl gives Karamatsu, a look like the kind a baby gives after licking a lemon for the first time, Totty can’t help but wince. This isn’t off to a great start. He lingers by the counter, greeting Sacchi and Aida, trying not to look as if he’s watching his big brother’s date.

“Aren’t you off today, Totty?” Sacchi hums as she turns to start making a drink.

He nods. “Yeah, well, I can’t stay away, I guess, haha.”

Aida jerks her head toward the table where Karamatsu and his date are. “That’s one of your brothers, right? Still as painful as ever,” she teases. “Is he… oh, my God, he’s on a date??”

“Shhhh, shh!” Totty waves his hands a little, hoping to get his friends to quiet down a little. The last thing Karamatsu needs is to be drawing attention. “He thinks I tagged along to talk to you guys about my schedule. But, yes, he’s here on a date.”

Sacchi finishes serving her customer, one of the few in the shop at the moment, and then leans against the counter to look over. “Aw, good for him. He’s not either of our types, but he deserves a shot with someone who’s interested.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “Agreed there. I kind of just wanna keep an eye on him, you know? To make sure he doesn’t mess it up too much. He should have let me pick his outfit, ugh… that aside, he’s doing okay so far, though, I think.”

Aida frowns as she slides a cup of coffee toward her coworker. “Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s got his work cut out for him. I’ve been to some mixers with that girl, and she always finds something wrong with every guy she hangs out with.”

“She’s right,” Sacchi adds. “Good thing you came along so you can carry him home, ‘cause that girl’s gonna tear him to pieces. I mean, she went out with Atsushi and the next day he was in here crying and telling me she made him feel two inches tall. Nobody’s good enough for her.”

Aida clicks her tongue. “Your big brother’s in big trouble, Totty.”

It’s Totty’s turn to frown as he looks toward Karamatsu. Unfortunately, Sutabaa is so small and he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to strain too much to hear what’s being said.

The woman is laughing. However… Karamatsu hasn’t even really opened his mouth yet. “Oh, my God! You’re my date, huh? Last time I let my sister set me up. That bitch, haha. Ah, well… wow, your jacket is hurting my eyes. Could you take it off?”

Karamatsu seems to be trying his best to smile. “O-oh, yes, of course.” He moves to tug it off, folding it over the back of his chair. “Please forgive me. Anyway, my name is Karamatsu. And you, my angel?”

“Ahaha, WHAT?” The woman raises an eyebrow at him. “C’mon, dude. Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s angel.”

Totty feels himself starting to steam. You’ve got that right.

“A-ah… right, my apologies.” Karamatsu just keeps smiling. The expression on his face reads almost like he’s in pain. “Well, should we order?”

She gives a cursory glance toward the menu, then suddenly her eyes are drawn to Karamatsu again. “Oh, my God, hold on… is… is that your face on your shirt?! Holy shit! Are you really that full of yourself?”

Totty’s heart sinks as his brother’s cheeks flush bright red. This is not going well. And while, yes, Karamatsu probably should have picked a different shirt, what’s really wrong with what he’s wearing? Even though he’s a little over-the-top and dramatic, this woman can’t know whether or not he’s ‘full of himself’ when she’s barely letting him get a word in.

Totty is the most socially intelligent of his brothers, and even he doesn’t think Karamatsu’s actually doing anything wrong. He hasn’t drawn anyone else’s attention like he usually does, he hasn’t gone overboard with any poses, and he’s… kind of just being himself, slightly toned down. It’s not like he’s bragging or being a jerk. Hell, it’s just a strange fashion choice; how the hell does she think it has any bearing on what he’s like as a person?

“Damn,” Sacchi cringes. “She’s not wasting any time, is she?”

Aida gives a pout toward her friends. “He didn’t even do anything wrong yet. He’s been a perfect gentleman.”

“Yeah, he’s just a little odd and, like, a tiny bit painful. But he’s acting really nice and polite.” Sacchi sighs as she props her head up on her hand. “There’s no pleasing some people. Aida, why don’t you go take their order? Maybe you can accidentally spill it on that pretentious top of hers when you bring it to them.”

“Pfff, if only. I’m on it, though.”

Totty continues to fume as he watches his poor brother try to impress this girl, pretty much in vain. He gets the feeling that nothing Karamatsu says or does is going to be good enough. For some reason, that really pisses him off. Despite the fact that Karamatsu can be a bit much, that he’s overcompensating for being insecure on the inside, that everyone rolls their eyes at him… Karamatsu isn’t a bad guy. He tries hard to make other people happy and treats them with respect. Even his brothers who don’t always return the favor.

By the point Sacchi and Aida are finished making their order, the youngest is ready to explode at this woman. She never even told Karamatsu her name, but she’s spent the whole time talking him down. When she asked what he did ‘besides be super excruciating’, and he told her he didn’t really have a job, she laughed at him. He tried to save it by saying he occasionally played guitar at coffee shops, and she responded something along the lines of, “What kind of hipster loser does that these days??”

Listening to it just makes him so angry. She doesn’t think Karamatsu is attractive, she’s called him embarrassing more than once, and no matter what he does or says, she’s not happy with it. Why the fuck did she even bother going out with him, then?

Totty was worried that Karamatsu was going to screw this up; so far he’s actually managed to be a decent date. He wasn’t prepared for his brother’s date to be the shitty one.

Sacchi brings him a simple iced coffee while Aida returns with the serving tray, a fake smile on her face from laughing uncomfortably at one of the woman’s comments. “God, she’s exhausting.”

“I don’t even know her and I can’t stand her,” Totty mutterrs before taking a sip of his drink. “Why the hell is she treating him like that? He’s just… being himself!”

Being himself. Karamatsu’s really not doing anything wrong. He’s trying to talk himself up when this woman gives him a chance to, but who doesn’t talk themself up on a first date? He just wants to impress her.

It makes Totty feel a little guilty to realize that, honestly, all Karamatsu really wants is to impress everyone because he wants people to like him… including his brothers. If Karamatsu feels the need to seek love and acceptance from strangers like this girl, to the point that he’s willing to put up with the horrible way she’s treating him, what does that say about his brothers? It��s not the first time he’s sucked it up and dealt with something he shouldn’t have from someone just because he wants that person to love him.

His attention is drawn by the woman giggling a little too loudly. “Fuck, you wanna go out with me again? I mean, how do you think this is going? I’m two seconds away from sneaking out the bathroom window. You’re so obnoxious, you dress like an edgy middle schooler, and who wears sunglasses inside, especially when it’s raining outside? You’re, like, cringe incarnate.”

Completely contradicting every statement she made, she slid her hand across the table to take his, if only for a brief moment. The wicked look in her eyes, more sadistic than even Ichimatsu, made Totty’s stomach twist in anger. “I might keep you around, though. You seem like a guy who’d keep me laughing for a while. Maybe next time I’ll take you out with my friends so everyone can laugh at you.”

Oh, that’s it.

He doesn’t know if Karamatsu is oblivious to what she means because he’s blinded and deafened by the promise of another date, or if he knows exactly what she means but perhaps thinks it’s worth it. His eyes light up… and behind that hopeful spark is the pain she’s already put him through.

Baby of the bunch though he is, Totty isn’t going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs while some bitch takes advantage of his big brother.

“Oh, that is sooooo not happening!” he calls as he approaches the table. Although he feels a little bad about just stepping in like this, he’s not gonna let her get away with treating Karamatsu like that. Laughing at him herself was bad enough; parading him in front of her friends for all of them to laugh at him when there’s nothing wrong with Karamatsu isn’t gonna happen if Totty has something to say about it.

The woman gives him an unimpressed look. “Who the fuck are you?”

“T-Totty!!” Karamatsu, on the other hand, looks immediately panicked. “I can handle this… please, go back and fix your schedule, and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Wait, you work here?” She tilts her head at him. “Oh, shit, hold up. You’re the asshole who messed up my drink last time I was here.” Her gaze flits between the two of them, and she laughs again.

“― Oh, my God! You had to bring your twin brother along to come on a date? You’re pathetic!” Her hand pulls away from Karamatsu’s. “Oh, you’re definitely coming out with me and my friends.”

Totty hisses and pushes her hand away from Karamatsu’s. He steps in front of his big brother to physically block this woman from him. “Keep your hands off him! You’re not taking him anywhere. He’s never seeing you again, because you treated him like… like, fuck, I wouldn’t treat a rock the way you treated him!”

He hears Karamatsu make a noise of almost-protest behind him; he can just imagine the other man sinking down in his seat and trying to hide his face. “Totty, please…”

“No! No, she doesn’t get to just treat you like dirt, Karamatsu-nii-san! You think my brother’s just some kind of dumbass you can show off to your friends and laugh at and treat him like crap?!” he snarls. “Well, guess what? He may be sort of a dumbass sometimes, and maybe he’s a little painful, and maybe he’s not the perfect guy you’re looking for! But he’s a whole hell of a better person than you are!”

Although Totty could kick himself for not saying anything to Karamatsu before, it might be best it’s coming out now. He doesn’t have a lot of time to really think about it or pretend or rehearse. What he’s saying isn’t practiced, it’s real. “Karamatsu is the kindest person I know, and you wish you had at least half the passion he does for the things he likes! Who cares that he wears a shirt with his own face on it? He was bending over backwards to make you happy, even though everything out of your mouth was word barf about how embarrassing he is! And, by the way, you’re wrong!”

It only takes half a step for him to reach over to grab his coffee from the counter, assisted by Aida who’s smirking as she holds it out for him. “If my choice was between you or him, I’d be way less embarrassed to be seen in public with him than with you! He’s not perfect, but he cares about people, and he’s always there when you need him, and ― and all this stuff you think is embarrassing, who the hell gives a shit?! It’s what he wants to do and it’s not hurting anyone! I’d break my phone before I let my big brother go out with someone like you again! Maybe he keeps striking out with dates, but he’s never going to be that desperate!”

He feels a little bad about what he’s about to do. That feeling is mitigated by the fact that at least his coffee isn’t hot.

“And, you know, I actually am sorry about messing up your drink last time. So here, you can have mine!” Almost before he’s finished speaking, he’s dumped his entire cup over her head.

He doesn’t stick around to deal with the aftermath aside from seeing the look of abject horror on the woman’s face as the coffee makes her bad mascara drip. And even though there’s a little bit of guilt over the fact that he’s leaving his coworkers to deal with her, the fact that Sacchi and Aida are cackling while they gather up napkins eases his mind.

He grabs Karamatsu by the hand and leads him out, tossing his coffee cup on the way. There’s not much choice on Karamatsu’s part, except he doesn’t particularly look as if he minds that.

“You didn’t… have to do that, Totty,” Karamatsu mumbles. When Totty glances over, the second eldest looks more tired than anything. He knows that look; the exhaustion of something not working out, of thinking you had a chance only for it to all go up in smoke.

Totty huffs, marching the two of them in the direction that leads back home. “Of course I did! You weren’t going to do it, so someone had to. God… you’ve gotta stop letting people walk all over you, Karamatsu-nii-chan.”

The shift to the more affectionate honorific suggests to Karamatsu that this is really, truly something Totty cares about. He squeezes his baby brother’s hand with a thoughtful hum. “… If that’s the case, perhaps a romance for me just isn’t in the cards. I… really thought it was going to go somewhere this time.”

At last Totty slows slightly, from an aggressive pace to something a little calmer. He’s still pissed off that someone treated Karamatsu like that, and although he’s a bit upset that Karamatsu sit there and let it happen, he knows what it’s like to want people to like you so much that you’ll put up with nearly anything.

However, that’s also the reason he doesn’t want Karamatsu just putting up with it. He deserves so much better than to have people treat him like dirt. It’s not right to do that to anybody, but… especially not to Totty’s big brother.

“I’m sorry I kind of… tapped into Murder Totty in there,” he sighs. “Did I go overboard?”

Karamatsu shrugs. “Maybe a little. But I wasn’t truly enjoying myself and I didn’t want to go on another date with her. I just… didn’t know how to tell her no. I suppose I really am lucky you were there, too.”

Silence falls between them while they walk, then after a moment, Karamatsu clears his throat. “Totty… did you… mean all those things?”

“Huh? All what things?”

“Those things, you know… you said I was… kind and passionate and reliable.” He lets out a soft laugh. “You… you said you’d rather break your phone than let me go out with her again.”

… Oh. He. Did say that, didn’t he?

He pouts a bit, then squeezes Karamatsu’s hand. “Yeah, I meant it. Of course I meant it.”

Beat.

“But as much as I love you, I’m just glad I don’t have to do that.”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Zaimokumatsu #Karamatsu #Totty #emotional whump #TOTTY TO THE RESCUE!!!!#don't you dare fuck with any of his big brothers ESPECIALLY the most vulnerable of his big brothers #RELEASE THE BABY!!!

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erectionsandtea · 3 years ago

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cym as your poly party headcanons

This got away from me but I apologize for nothing bc it was so much fun xD no angst was allowed.

You: when Will and Mike have a tiring day, they just want to curl up under a blanket on the couch and cuddle and be tired. And then El is like "there's no room for me" so she sits at their feet, and tugs the blanket just enough to wrap around her shoulders. And then Max, who's always up for teasing the boys, comes in to cuddle with El and pulls the blanket even more, so now they have more of it than the boys do. And Mike is like "Lucas, can you make your girlfriend stop stealing our blanket?" And Lucas is like "bro, I can barely control my girlfriend, ask yours to stop" and El just looks up at him with this innocent smile that's so pure, and Mike just sighs. And Will says, "can you just bring us another blanket?" And Lucas is like 🙄 but he does it anyway, lol

@willthecleric : El goes to see Will and finds he has a bunch of crumpled up papers all around him. She picks one up and looks at it, and it's obvsly about Mike (Will is trying to comprehend his feelings thru his art), and she knows it means that he has feelings for Mike. She also knows that her bf Mike likes him back (as he has talked to her about it multiple times - bc they are still besties). She tells Will he should tell Mike and Will is like "why?" And friends don't lie but she also promised Mike she wouldn't tell, so just "trust me." "is it bad?" She shakes her head, and Will knows she wouldn't lie to him. So he goes over to Mike's, where El has actually just been, telling Mike he needs to tell Will his feelings.

Later, while watching soaps, she gets a phone call and Mike is just like "I can't believe you told him" but she can hear he's happy which means everything went well, and she's just like "I didn't tell him anything"

(also Mike totally sees all the crumpled up drawings later bc El uncrumpled and saved them, and he loves all of them, and Will is a little embarrassed)

@thief-and-dragonfly : when any of the couples are being sweet and cute, Will will draw them (he has a bunch, like a stack of drawings, lol). When Will is part of the sweet and cute, El practices her art by drawing them. They're not as good as Will's, but everyone loves them.

@bi-max-mayfield : Max isn't generally soft, but when she is it's more with El than with Lucas. El teases her about it, being like "you're soft" and Max is like "shut up, I am not". And Lucas says to El one day, "you should hang out with her more, I kinda like soft Max" and Max is stuck in goldfish mode, her mind between "I am NOT soft" and "wait, what do you mean 'kinda'???". And whenever Max gets annoyed at him, Lucas will call El like "come quick, I need you to make Max soft again" before she throws a pillow at him, lol

@bisexual-mike-wheeler : whenever the above does happen, Mike is laughing his ass off, and he's just like "I'm so glad you're soft" at Will and Will is just like "bitch, I am not soft" and Mike is like "pls" and so Will shoves some popcorn in his face for that

@ghostgirlinsatin : Duzie, whenever some shit/chaos goes down, like "well, they're doing it again, do we need to intervene?" "no, I think they can figure it out for themselves this time"

@strangercoco : the teens figuring everything out before the kids do, and while Nancy and Jonathan try to help the kids with their figuring out, Robin is just like "this is golden" *eats popcorn* and Steve is like "bro, I wouldn't even know where to start"

@tsugarubecker : Joyce and Karen being able to talk the kids (all of them, lol) thru their crises, bc Hopper just can't fuckin do it xD (literally, he just doesn't know), but they also assure the kids that he's okay with it, he just doesn't express himself very well

@mike-wheeler-is-gay : Dustin conspiring with the teens to help everyone finally figure their shit out, and the teens are like "it's kind of weird that you're this invested in your friends' love lives" and he's like "about as weird as you two being this invested in your brothers' love lives" and they're like "...okay, you can help"

@strangerbug08 : the party needs to restart the movie they're watching bc they spend the first 20-30 minutes trying to figure out a seating configuration so all the couples can be together, bc somehow no one thought of this ahead of time xD (the arrangement they come up with is the one they use at every movie night following)

@lilithisamess : chaos!party, lol. during the movie, people get distracted. Lumax is tossing snacks at each other, except when Lucas misses and gets a popcorn in El's hair, who is listening to Byler trying to explain the meaning behind a specific scene (they can't agree and just end up debating, lol). Mike brushes the tossed popcorn out of El's hair, and while he's distracted by that, the movie scene changes, meaning the debate is over (and therefore, a very smug Will wins bc he was the last one to say something).

@wise-the-will : the notes that get passed around during school, omg "hey, can you give this to El next period?" "put this in Will's locker when you have a chance" "next time you see Lucas, tell him-" etc. lol

@beepboop358 : Mike writes stories and Will draws pictures to go along with them, and then Max reads them to El as bedtime stories (don't even tell me El doesn't get bedtime stories, lolll)

@argyle3is9pan4 : until they can get a van, everyone has to squeeze into a tiny five-seater. Max isn't allowed to drive, lol, so Dustin does, and Suzie is his navigator. the order of the backseat is Will, Mike, El, Max, and then Lucas. this arrangement only works bc Mike is so skinny, and he basically gets squished, especially when El and Will lean across him to talk to each other.

I'm sorry some of you got longer ones than others, but please believe me when I say that the same amount of love and thought went into every single one (I hope that helps). <3

IF I FORGOT SOMEONE, MESSAGE ME AND I'LL WRITE ONE FOR YOU :D <3

#poly party #headcanons #stranger things #paladin-n-cleric #I've got mail!#cym

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nerdycolorcupcake · 3 years ago

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So, to start the post abt the episode "clouds on the horizon spoiler warning for safety bc i have a lot of my own personal highlights (and a bit of a rant too) to unpack here

-For the Collector and Belos near the portal scene;

I'm neutral over either the collector as a character but i kinda have a feeling that they have no idea of the kind of deal they agreed to

-Odalia being a bitch to her entire family for the sake of envy hits too close to home

i´m most certain he ain´t gonna have a good time when the spell happen, and even then he believes so much in Belos promise it´s almost so sad, they feel like just a kid that wants to play but doesn´t know the full extent of their actions, nor the person they made a deal with, even though they´ve been around each other for quite a while, he still have doubts over their "friendship", as is shown once again with King making a connection with the Collector

Tbh, i do not enjoy the 'luz being possessed by the collector' theory but then again it does seem to be the route they're taking by Luz deciding to confront Belos herself to avoid having her friends hurt

at least it's better than having the main protagonist straight up die-

Honestly i was surprised that she wasn´t homophobic, but god did i wanted to burn her to the pyre after all the stunt she pulled and saying Luz wasn´t a suitable partner to Amity BITCH PLEASE

AND THE FACT THAT SHE KNEW BELOS PLAN ALL ALONG AND STILL WERE HELPING HIM GENOCIDE HER KIND OMG SHE IS JUST AS SELFISH AS HIM GO MARRY HIS UGLY ASS INSTEAD YOU BITCH

DIVORCE ARC IS A REALITY!

-Kikimora obsessed with Hunter;

Yeah... that happened, also really funny how she got miserable after the last time she appeared, and desperate too jesus, she is so annoying, but my hate goes more to Odalia and Belos, i despise them more (especially odalia bc she hits waaay too close to home as a toxic mother)

And yeah she end up taking Luz instead of Hunter bc of the illusion trick WELL SHIT-

-Luz´s egg palisman;

Welp, looks like it wil remain a mystery what she got, but honestly it makes sense, it´s so many good options and whatever that will be her choice will only happen after everything is over, she grew so much in the show and i´m honestly proud of her for maturing and growing and being more in touch with herself, but she indeed needs time to reafirm who she really wants to be

-Alador being a dad for once;

Always had a good feeling abt him ever since his introduction, so glad i was right, he finally taking a stance against Odalia and supporting his daughter endeavors and apologizing to luz AAAAAAAAAAAAH OMG HE WAS DOING SO GOOD IN THE FIGHT SCENES TOO! DUDE'S FUCKING DESTROYED THE FABRIC JUST TO SHOW HE IS DONE WITH ODALIA SHIT AAAAAAAAAH

So nice to see that the tomato face runs in the father part of the family (probably bc i enjoy deadbeat dads trying to redeem themselves after being unintentionally neglectful idk it's just such a good trope when done right)

-For LUMITY KISS;

Yes they FUCKING kissed and the animation went all smooth there and *chef kiss* delightful!

I just screamed and cried of happiness! FINALLY!! The girls deserve to show some love to one another one last time before the shit would blow

-More Huntlow crumbs :3

Hunter disguised as Luz going full protective mode on Willow + Willow going feral at Kiki and stopping her attack when Hunter was threatened + Willow desperate to go after them not knowing abt the switcheroo-

Huntlow shippers *nod nod* i see y'all going bananas too :3

-Hunter and Luz keeping secrets together

Me and my brother are in this scene and we didn't liked it WHERE ARE THE CAMERAS DANA?!

In all seriousness this is the first time both Hunter and Luz had a heart to heart to talk abt the events of hollow mind and both agreeing to keep each other secrets

(This is totally not gonna bite them in he back later yep mhm)

Plus Luz being protective of Hunter when Kiki threatened him ✨

Anyways that's it for now

#the owl house #toh spoilers #clouds on the horizon toh #bunbunscreams #there is more stuff i definitely could talk abt but these overall are my thoughts

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we-are-alive-and-deviant · 3 years ago

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Humans bring miracles

Gavin x Female! OC reader

I decided to make another one of these since you guys liked the Connor one! And since it is getting close to Winter, might as well do one! Also this is an OC that I will make info on later!

It’s the middle of winter, in January to be exact. After all, androids are free from the clutches of human slavery. Just last night, work was slowing down quite a lot due to lack of androids beating their owners, because now they’re their own master.

Your desk is at the central station, across from Hank’s and beside Gavin’s. Some humans got their jobs back as being policemen/women, or back to old higher jobs as detectives or lieutenants. However, more androids also became detectives or policemen/women as well.

Good for Hank, Connor, and a lot of other people who supported the cause. Not a lot for one man. Everyone in the station knows his name; he makes sure to introduce himself to all the androids, his fists at his sides, a hint of side eye to the androids that think they’re free from all clutches of the human race in America.

That man, is Detective Gavin Reed. You’re sitting by this guy, so how could you not listen to his complaining, and total baby bitching?

So while he’s bitching about that, you decide to put on your 120 dollar headphones on, turning the volume up to something good, then put on 2008’s Duffy song, ‘Mercy’.

You nod your head slightly to the music as you also work too, looking through the piles of paper beside your desk and also the computer at androids who are actually up to no good. You forgot that your cup of hot chocolate, that was actually made by him, is beside those piles of papers.

Your eyebrows raise up a bit as Gavin walks away to the lounge room, getting himself some coffee. Since you’re his partner, you grab his pile of papers and start working on them out of boredom, gently sipping your hot chocolate from time to time.

Gavin comes back to actually do his paperwork this time before the Captain yells at him. He holds the styrofoam cup full of coffee and the lid covers it too since he’s going outside to see where his partner, and also love, went to. He grabs his badge from the desk and clips it to the edge of his jeans, grumbling something as he excuses himself from the station.

After leaving the grand doors of the police station, he walks the 40 seconds it takes to get to his police car, wondering why she isn’t in the car as well. He pulls out his car keys from his front right pocket and unlocks it with just a push of a button, finally going inside his car and seeing that it’s already started by itself, which he’s glad the car still works like that. It is a very new police vehicle made by Cyberlife’s androids, of course.

“Mr. Grumpy! Welcome back.”

From that he almost drops his coffee cup, but quickly puts it in his cup holder beside him. He puts the automatic mode off the car, talking to her about getting in the front seat, in a weird loving way. From getting into the front seat, she talks about the new assignment they’re going to do right now, even telling him his paperwork is already finished and she gave it to the captain before he had the chance to leave.

Once she stops talking about the assignment, they buckle in their seatbelts and Gavin drives to the location sent to her tablet. It takes almost half n hour to get there, but once they do get there, he parks in an alleyway behind an abandoned hotel. She shows him the report that a missing android, FE274, has been missing for months, and the case was closed the first week it was opened due to many deaths involved by new recruits. She also told him that the Android is a more advanced model than any other, according to Cyberlife, as they are the creators of them.

So, from that report of evidence given from the last case on the Android, there they would wait for an Android that would never come. And the silence bothered Gavin so, that he soon forgot that there was even an Android around, and so would she as they made out in the back of the car. The horny Bastard he is… also she…

Unfortunately, after the makeout session, everything would go to hell.

Her hair started to change color and so would her eyes as they start to put back on their clothing. Gavin wondered why her caramel brown colored hair and beautiful turquoise eyes changed, but that would be it for him. No one spoke a word that ride to her house, her being an android, displayed for him at a cost.

When she went inside her home, and once he saw the door shut, he didn’t go out of the driveway, he left the car as it is, thoughts roaming in his head about why he fell in love with an android.

Fortunately for her, he would get out of his car and ring the doorbell, his hands in his jacket to keep warm, his face red from the nip in the air, the winter coming sooner than they thought it would. When she opens the door, her body is back to being human but her hair and eye color haven’t changed. Her eyes widen with fear at being arrested, knowing him all too well what he would do if he had control of an android. Killing her or arresting her for espionage, is what she fears.

“Merry Christmas.”

Is all Gavin says as he gives off a little smile, hugging her with a gentle and loving touch. He shuts the door behind him and gives her a loving kiss too, her not knowing his heart changed.

She’s the only android that can soften his heart.

#dbh headcanons #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #dbh gavin #dbh #gavin reed #gavin x reader #winter #dbh androids #detroit: become human #original character

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rustys-lodge · 4 years ago

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Summary : Winchester sister takes the evening off from everything, including her brohters, without telling them. But then she has to pay the price.

Part one

You tiptoed across the hall, passing by Dean’s room, filling your heart with nothing but hurt. You missed your brother dearly, You never really went on without speaking for this long.You’d usually go into his room at this time of the morning and just snuggle into his chest. But you coudln’t do that anymore.

You were just about to turn the knob to the bathroom when the door was yanked open, sending you a long step back.

“Dean ?” You cocked your head to the side as you squinted at your brother. “What are you doing here ?” You asked, causing him to cough out a laugh.

“If you haven’t noticed already.” Dean started, sarcasm heavy in his tone. “This is called a bathroom” He waved his hand around the room, showing it. “And it’s a-”

“I mean you’re not usually up at this hour, it’s five in the morning.” You crossed your arms over your chest protectively, rolling your eyes at his unnecessary sarcastic comments.

“Oh because you’re monitoring me now ? When’s my next pee stop ?” Your older brother mirrored your posture contentiously.

You breathed in heavily, losing patience as you stared at him. So not only he calls you stupid, but he also doesn’t apologize for it and keeps getting on your nerves.

You turned on your heels, ignoring his long sigh as you headed straight to your room.

Too fucking much.

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You flipped through the pages of the book you’ve been reading for the past two fucking hours innatentivly as you focused on the noises the boys were making. They were going somewhere. You could hear them whisper aggressively but you could only make out two words “Talk” “While”. Your mind went into analysis mode before you finally realized : Sam’s pushing Dean to come talk to you.

You spun your head towards them, suppressing a laugh as they pushed each other your way, freezing when they realized that you were watching.

Sam sighed, pushing Dean forward one last time as the latter crouched just a few inches away from you.

Dean pulled a knife from the back of his jeans, handing it to you. A brass dagger.

You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

“Do you know what that is ?”

“It’s a brass dagger”

“Yeah, we found a case in Wichita, it’s only 3 hours away and” Dean grinned at you. “It’s a clown”

You wanted to smile and jump up and down in excitement. You’ve always liked clown cases and what you liked more about them, is Sammy’s reaction every time he saw one. It was the perfect opportunity to have fun with Dean and make fun of Sam, with Dean. But Dean being so casual hurt your feelings even more.

“I don’t know, Dean. Maybe i shouldn’t go. I’m stupid,remember ?” You shot up,walking away as your brother followed behind. “You think you can come talk to me and everything will be over ? That’s not how the world works.” You turned to face him. “Don’t be stupid” You flashed him a smirk.

“Hey, hey, hey, what the hell ?” Sam was about to scold you when Dean extending his hand out towards him. “It’s okay, Sammy.”

“Look, you’re right” The oldest threw his arms down in defeat. “I should’ve have called you stupid and im sorry” You were about to talk when he interrupted you. “You...Not answering like that .It just triggered me...It reminded of dad leaving..Of him being angry at me for not protecting Sammy I...I was terrified that we’d lose you. I mean, don’t you see the world we live in ? it’s full of bad things...I would’ve been as angry if it were Sammy and you know that.

Your shoulders loosedned up as well as all the tension that was in your body. You felt a wave of relief course through you as your heart ached. You totally forgot about John treating Dean like shit for not taking good care of Sammy. That turned Dean’s inside into an alarmed ticking bomb.

“Look, i’m not trying to make you feel guilty for being angry at me” You raised your head up at him. Did he read your mind ? “i know i shouldn’t have called you that and i-”

“I forgive you, D” You cut him off, suddenly wrapping your arms around his shoulder to pull him down into a hug.

It took him a few seconds to process it before he hugged you back.

“It..hurt like a flipping bitch,Dean. But i forgave you a long time ago.”

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I hope you guys like it. Let me now what you think. And im sorry if the ending feels unfinished, i always get stuck there.❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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@the-epitome-of-a-fangirl.

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rllymilerlly · 5 years ago

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I literally love all of these

HCs: Taang

Height Difference. This is very important to me, for some reason. Toph’s a little shorter than Aang when they meet, then they kinda even out at 14 – and for a while, it actually looks like she’s gonna surpass him, but then he has a massive growth spurt, and just … doesn’t fucking stop growing again. So, Aang tol, Toph smol.

PDA. Aang is a touchy-feely person. He likes to hug and cuddle and kiss and hold hands, and be hugged, cuddled and kissed. Toph likes all these things, too. In fact, she loves them. Just … not particularly in front of other people. Holding hands, fine, a kiss on the cheek, too, but everything else is reseved for home.

Travels. That’s honestly basically it. They travel, a lot, not only because I’d imagine it makes Aang’s job as the Avatar easier, but also because they both are very free spirits, and the world is big, and there’s much to see and explore.

The Best. I truly believe Aang and Toph are able to bring out the best in eachother; they are able to give eachother what they need, if not necessarily always what they want. Toph helps him to stand his ground, to square up and not back down. Aang help her see that that isn’t always the best way to go about things. He gives her freedom, she gives him stability, things they desperately crave/need when we meet them.

Chores. Aang is much more likely to do most of them; he has more fun cooking, he doesn’t like it if things get too messy, and letting Toph do the washing is not a good idea. Toph helps out when he asks or when she can see that he doesn’t have the mind to do it at the moment.

Diet. Expanding on Aang doing the cooking, I also imagine Toph being mostly vegeterian when they’re together. Not out of conviction, though. If they’re with friends/family she will happily eat meat. But I don’t see her going out of her way to cook it herself when Aang’s preparing dinner anyway, and he definitely won’t serve her steak.

Children. They’d both be pretty hands-on parents, I think. By no means perfect, but doing as best as they could. I can see Toph being a little too lenient, not making that many rules initially (’cuz she had too many), but Aang’s there to somewhat balance that out. (I can’t imagine the Air Temples just being complete chaos; they must’ve had structure and rules, and it didn’t hurt him. There is such a thing as too few rules.) They make a good team. And good parents.

#i agree on all fronts #omg the kids talk makes me think of Pregnant Toph #and How Aang would be on full Overbearing mode #like the moment her belly starts showing hes like nope we need to get to your parents house or the air temple #you need to rest #you cannot be traveling in your condition #and tophs just like Twinkle Toes stfu im fine we have to settle this dispute the baby isnt going anywhere #i know my own limits #Aang of course is still a worry wart about every little thing #Toph slows down a bit while they are walking and hes immediately like we should rest weve been walking a long time here have some water #it drives her a little Mad but he is also at her Beck and Call for everything #and while she does normally like doing her own thing it isnt bad to have Twinkle Toes running around Town for her #he even went and picked up grilled meat for her when she was craving it #And throughout most of her term she insists they still travel to settle this dispute b/w towns #but then one day while they were out camping #they got ambushed #they were fighting them pretty effortlessly and as a perfect team #but one of the assassins was in a tree with a crossbow and shot it right at Tophs head #but right before it hits AANG GRABS IT MID AIR With The Quickest Ass Reflexes and Woo boy does his eyes be a glowin #next thing the ambushers know is being YEETED far away by an unimaginably strong force of wind #Toph is very confused why her husband is going sicko mode on these losers #they were doing just fine before and now there is wind everywhere and the dirt is shifting around and its getting her all disoriented #and is like ‘Honey I think you got em. Think you can come down now before I puke up my lunch’#and when he floats back down and more calm (but still very much pissed and will get to the bottom of this)#but then starts laughing and is like ‘Im over here #because Toph is at the other end of the campsite reaching her arms up #Toph was going to scold him but when he explained the situation she was like oh hell no we are going to find that bitch #and get to the bottom of this #and hes like NO IM going to get to the bottom of this YOU are going to Kataras to rest. I cannot have you and the baby being a target rn #GaH I could go on about this totally pointless tangent but ill spare everyone for now lmao

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slytherinbarnes · 4 years ago

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Sub Rosa [100]

xvi. the last war

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: violence, fighting, death, blood, angst, language, anxiety.

Summary: the last war is here, can you stop it before it’s too late?

a/n: 100!!!! I WROTE 100 CHAPTERS!!! YOU READ 100 CHAPTERS!!!! WE DID IT!!!! HOW ARE WE FEELING!!!! PLEASE CHECK THE END FOR MORE NOTES!!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

The tension in the elevator is heavy as you and Clarke slip into Wanheda and Wanlida mode.

It’s hard to believe that you’ve always been so eager to distance yourself from Wanlida, but in the last few years, you’ve found yourself welcoming her with open arms. And it’s a far cry from doing better for Monty, and trying to create lasting peace, but with your niece lying limply in a chair, left alone, you don't care about any of that. You’re willing to kill anyone that gets in your way, do better be damned, because no one messes with your family.

Bellamy, Levitt, and Octavia hang back a little, noting the anger in yours and Clarke’s expressions, none of them wanting to get in your way and risk your wrath. As the elevator lifts to level 2, Octavia leans forward to pass you her gun, giving you two weapons to work with. Levitt watches the exchange and then says, “The Shepherd’s unit will be with him guarding the door.”

“Too bad for them.”

Clarke lifts her jacket and pulls two grenades from her pockets, taken from the fallen victims of Sheidheda, and as soon as Levitt sees them, he looks at her with disappointment. “Grenades? So more killing, that’s the answer?”

Clarke doesn't turn to face him, just squares up and readies for the door to open. You spare him a quick glance over your shoulder, expression hard when you counter, “It’s what we do.”

You lock eyes with Bellamy before turning back to the front, and he offers you a nod of approval, agreeing with what you and Clarke are about to do. You nod back, wishing there was time for the two of you to have more of a proper reunion, to talk about everything that’s happened in the last few days, but there isn’t time right now. Earlier today you had too much time on your hands, leaving you anxious and waiting, and now you don’t have enough of it, causing you to leave so much with Bellamy unresolved. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, pushing them aside for later. Right now, as the elevator stops on the second level, you have more important things on your mind.

Justice.

Clarke steps out of the elevator first, turning to make sure you’re following, and when she sees that you are, she continues towards the Stone Room. You lift your two pistols, hearing the others step out of the elevator behind you, all of you watching as Clarke throws both grenades down the hall, right outside the Stone Room. As the two of you round the corner, side by side, you step through the smoke from the explosions, shooting anyone that moves or turns towards you.

You take out disciple after disciple with ease, the two of you killing them before most of them can even lift their weapons. When you round the last corner, you both pause in front of the door, turning to look at the others. Octavia is leaning down to grab a sword, Levitt is looking around with distress, and Bellamy is holding a gun in his hand, his back to you, already covering your backs. Clarke glances at Octavia and Levitt and says, “Cover us.”

They both nod, moving into position as Clarke turns to look at you. You lift your hand, hovering it over the button to the door, looking at her closely. “You ready?”

She nods, “Stronger together.”

And then you hit the button, quickly getting back into position as the door slides open, revealing the Stone Room, drowning in the light. Your weapons lower as your eyes land on the Anomaly Stone, now a large, glowing ball of white light, no one else in the room around you. As you stare at the stone, you can feel the crushing weight of disappointment, and you whisper, “We’re too late.”

Clarke turns towards you, distress crossing her features for half a second before it settles into determination. “Maybe not.”

You give her a look, already aware of what she’s thinking, but Levitt shakes his head, not understanding. “What do you mean?”

“She wants to go in after him.”

Bellamy steps towards the two of you, his tone skeptical. “Clarke, you have no idea what you could face when you step in there.”

You already know there’s no way you’re going to change her mind, which is why you add, “At least let us go with you.”

“No. I have to do this.” She gives you a serious look, adding, “Alone.”

You sigh, looking at her, thinking of the grief she’s going to carry if she can't avenge Madi, and you understand it. It's the same grief you carried when you thought Bellamy was dead or when you thought you lost Clarke to Josephine. Which is why you nod at her, relenting, allowing her to do what she needs to do. “Fine. But we’re waiting just outside the door. We’ll keep the halls clear for you.”

She reaches out and pulls you into a hug, whispering into the crook of your neck, “Thank you, la lune.”

You pull away and smile at her, any anger you had for her gone now that Bellamy is alive and well, and your focus instead on avenging Madi. “I love you, my shining star. Be careful.”

“I will.”

She starts to step towards the bright light, before pausing and turning to face Bellamy, her face pulled into one of regret. “I’m sorry for shooting you, Bellamy, and I’m really glad you’re okay.”

Bellamy nods, smiling at her a little, before motioning towards the light. “Go get that son of a bitch, and make him pay for what he did to our family.”

Clarke nods and gives you one last look before turning and walking towards the stone, reaching out to touch the bright light, which quickly consumes her. Once she’s gone, you turn to face the others. “We can’t let anyone get close.”

Everyone agrees and you all file into the hall again, looking around. They all turn to you, looking for your direction, and you motion towards the fallen disciples. “Levitt, Octavia, gather all the weapons.”

They start to move down the hall, grabbing anything that might be useful to the rest of you, and you turn to look at Bellamy, pointing to a long table at the other end of the hall. “Let’s use that to make a barrier.”

“Good idea.”

The two of you jog down the hall and grab the table, carrying it back to the other end and tipping it on its side, making a makeshift shield large enough for the four of you to duck behind. As soon as you get it set up, Octavia and Levitt come back with an armful of weapons each, discarding them behind your shield in case you need them. And then the four of you take up your positions behind it, getting comfortable as you wait. Octavia braces her back against the table legs, and Levitt settles in beside her. You and Bellamy move to lean against the wall, sitting in a position that’ll allow you to duck behind the shield if you need it.

The four of you sit in silence before Bellamy makes a small sound, reaching into his pockets as he moves. You turn towards him, curious, watching as he pulls a knife and a holster from his pocket. “Almost forgot to give this to you.”

“My knife!” You take it from him with a wide smile, immediately moving to put the holster on. “Where’d you get it?”

“When I was escaping from my hospital room, I went through the cabinets to find some clothes. That was tucked in the back, along with your old clothes.”

“I didn't think I'd ever get it back.” You pull the knife from the holster, eyeing the notches on the handle as you do. Thirteen in total, missing the two disciples you killed with it when you tried to escape. You run your fingers over the lines and mutter, “It’s missing two.”

Octavia digs around the pile of weapons before producing a knife, which she leans forward to hand you. You take it with a smile of thanks, already beginning to add the two additional tallymarks when Levitt gets an idea. He runs his fingers through the ash on the wall behind you and Bellamy, courtesy of one of the grenades, before he moves back towards Octavia. “Can’t go to war without your war paint.”

He starts to smudge the ash over her face, using it to draw the same warpaint she wore when she fought in the Final Conclave. You and Bellamy watch the pair, feeling a little awkward by the intimacy of the moment, but it reminds you so much of Orlando painting symbols on your face the night before you jumped to Bardo. Which makes you think of Gabriel, dead, his body still stuck in a partially collapsed bunker. You look at Levitt and ask, “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, and you slide your knife back into its holster just as he finishes with Octavia’s make up, turning to face you fully. “If Clarke takes the test and we pass, will Gabriel transcend too? Even though he’s dead?”

“No. Shepherd's passage, ‘Book of Bardo’, Chapter 1, Verse 6. ‘Death is the end, my friend. Only the living shall transcend.’”

You sigh, and Bellamy looks at you in confusion, reaching out to touch your arm. “Wait, Gabriel’s dead?”

You turn to face him, completely forgetting that he has no idea what all of you have gone through since leaving him on Sanctum. “Sheidheda showed up to kill Madi, and he stabbed Gabriel. He probably would have lived, but Sheidheda was about to kill me when Gabriel jumped in and saved my life. Sheidheda killed him after that.”

You leave out the potential love confession, not even sure that’s what it was, and Bellamy gives you a look of sympathy as he reaches up to touch your cheek. “I was wondering whose blood that was.”

You feel tears start to well up in your eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with unprocessed emotions. You got Bellamy back, despite the odds, but you still lost Gabriel and Madi. Before that, you lost Diyoza, and your mom, and Kane, and so many others. The loss hangs over you, heavy, weighing down on you, and Bellamy can sense your impending breakdown. He abruptly stands, holding out his hand to you, and you take it as he glances over at Levitt. “Are there medical supplies nearby? Her bandages need to be changed.”

Levitt nods, pointing down the hall. “Should be some down there, last door on the right.”

Bellamy nods in thanks and wraps his arm around you, turning you away from the pair as he starts to lead you down the hall. You feel tears falling down your face as you softly cry, unable to do much more than follow Bellamy to one of the medical rooms. He leads you inside and takes you over to the inspection chair, putting his hands beneath your arms to lift you and set you onto the cool leather. He leans down a little, getting eye level with you, before lifting his hands to your cheeks, wiping away your rapidly falling tears. “I’m so sorry about Gabriel, natshana.”

You nod, sure that he must be confused, unaware that the two of you became like family. “There’s so much I need to tell you, Bellamy. I spent five years trying to get you back, with Hope, Echo, and Gabriel at my side.”

He looks at you with complete shock. “Five years?”

You nod in confirmation and he shakes his head in confusion. “How? Where?”

“Skyring. The disciples call it Penance. The time dilation there is fast, a few days here is years on Skyring and minutes on Sanctum. We came after you as soon as the disciples knocked you out, but we got trapped there.”

Your lip starts to quiver as you remember the devastation you felt upon realizing you were stuck there. “I thought about you everyday, and when I finally made it to Bardo, they told me you died in an explosion. I never thought I'd see you again.”

Your voice cracks on the last sentence, bringing tears to Bellamy’s eyes, and he reaches out to pull you in for a hug, one of his hands going to the back of your head to hold you in place as you cry in his arms. All the while, he whispers in your ear, “It’s okay, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

After a moment, he pulls back, looking at you with sympathy. “I can't imagine what you’ve been through, but it’s over now, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

“Forever?”

He reaches into his pocket, pulling something out and holding it out to you in his open palm. You look down at his hand, your eyes falling on your ring as he whispers, “Forever.”

You smile and take the ring, sliding it onto your left hand, where it belongs. And even though everyone you love is still in danger, possibly on the edge of extinction, for one, blissfully happy second, everything is okay. Bellamy leans forward and pulls you in for a kiss, stretching the moment from one happy second to five, electricity zipping across your skin as you kiss your fiance for the first time in five years. It’s the best kiss the two of you have ever shared, and it leaves you breathless and lightheaded. Bellamy pulls away, and the two of you sit looking at each other, the air in the room charged with tension. And something about the moment, your closeness to war, to extinction, the fact that you’ve been apart for so long, it gets to you both. You see Bellamy’s gaze drop to your lips before his eyes find yours again, and in a flash, you’re both pulling each other closer.

He crashes his lips onto yours, his hands lifting to your face to hold you in place. Your hands reach out for him, searching for skin to touch, frustrated when you find none because of his long sleeves. You slide your hand up his shirt as he slides his tongue into your mouth, and as your tongues move together, you hastily undo the small buttons on Bellamy’s shirt, pushing your hands against his skin as soon as you get his shirt open. You move your hands along his stomach, reveling in the feel of him, this sensation you haven’t experienced in five years, and you swear you feel like you’re going to explode. But as your hands move up to his chest, they graze across a bandage, and you pull your hand away, instantly knowing what it is.

You and Bellamy break apart before you look at him with sadness, your eyes dropping back down to his open shirt. There, taped across his chest, is a bandage, no larger than your palm. As you sit staring at it, aware of what’s beneath the cotton square, Bellamy whispers, “The bullet barely missed my heart. A few inches to the right, and I would have been dead as soon as it hit me. But you saved me.”

You look up at him in confusion, shaking your head. “Me? I didn’t do anything. I left you there when I shouldn’t have. I should have fought Clarke harder and gotten back to you. Maybe then I could have saved you and Madi.”

“Or maybe Cadogan would have killed you the second he saw you. Besides, you did save me. I saw you push Clarke’s hand away. That was just enough for the bullet to miss my heart.”

“Oh, Bellamy…” You trail off, feeling full of regret, wishing you did more than just push your twin’s arm away. You meet his eyes and whisper, “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Bardo tech got me to 90% within a few hours, and I woke up feeling fine. Then I heard one of the doctors mention Madi, and I snuck out pretty soon after that. I was only there for a few minutes before you guys showed up. I was still trying to figure out what to do, but I knew I couldn’t leave her there alone.”

“I don’t even know how you can look at me after what I did.”

Bellamy shakes his head, giving you a serious look. “I did worse than you did, la lune. I watched them torture Clarke and send Octavia away. I betrayed you and stopped fighting for you.” He shakes his head again, his thoughts overwhelming him. “I know that what I saw on Etherea was real, but Cadogan cannot be the one to take the test. You were right. Doing the right thing the wrong way is not the right thing. I should have never trusted him.”

“You didn't-”

You’re cut off by a yell of surprise from Octavia down the hall, and you and Bellamy exchange a worried look before you take off running from the room. Bellamy haphazardly buttons his shirt back up as you pull out your knife, and with his shirt in place again, Bellamy grabs his gun. As the two of you round the corner, you lift your weapons towards the disciples that stand near the new couple, and they each lift a gun towards you, the four of you standing frozen in shock as you take each other in.

“Bellamy?” Raven and Echo both lower their weapons, staring at Bellamy as if they’ve seen a ghost, and it takes you a second to remember that they are. Because the last anyone else heard, Bellamy was dead. You both lower your weapons seconds before they run over to him, pulling him into a hug at the same time, laughing in surprise. Bellamy hugs them back with a smile on his face, savoring the reunion between himself and part of his Spacekru family. When they all break apart they look at him in disbelief, Raven asking the question on both hers and Echo’s mind. “How are you here?”

“It’s a long story, but how are you here?”

Raven counters, “It’s a long story.”

Echo looks over at you, her expression dropping slightly as she says, “Octavia told us about Madi.”

And just like that, any joy you temporarily possessed is now gone, again reminded of the situation you're in and the danger all of you face. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to kill Cadogan.”

You nod back towards the Stone Room, “Clarke’s taking care of it.”

Levitt looks at them with worry. “You said you brought an army.”

Raven turns to look at him, nodding at him once. “Wonkru is here to distract the disciples so we could sneak inside.”

But the worry on Levitt’s face doesn't fade. “The disciples don't know that. If Clarke can't stop the test to determine whether or not the human race deserves to transcend, while what's left of the human race is fighting a war…”

He trails off, waiting for all of you to catch on to what he means, and as soon as you do, your anxiety levels rise, suddenly realizing you might be closer to extinction than you originally thought. “We have to stop the war.”

Everyone nods in agreement, turning to head back towards the oxygen farm, Octavia and Levitt in the lead. Raven and Echo follow right behind, and you and Bellamy move to follow them before you suddenly stop, remembering Clarke inside of the Stone Room. Clarke, who will be vulnerable and unprotected if you all leave. Bellamy turns to you when you stop, his expression scrunched with concern. “What? What is it?��

“I can’t leave Clarke.”

“Then we’ll both stay here.”

And as much as you don't want him to leave your side, you know they need him on the battlefield. Because if anyone can give a speech so inspiring that it stops a war, it’s Bellamy. You’ve seen him rally less than 100 exhausted delinquents and prepare them for a war, and you’ve seen him inspire a small group ready to fly into space to avoid a death wave. People will follow him, your fiance with the big heart, and you know he’s better suited out there than he is in here with you.

You shake your head, lifting your hand to his cheek. “No. If anyone can stop this war, it’s you Bellamy Blake.”

“I don't want to lose you. Not again.”

You smile at him, tears in your eyes. “You won't. Because no matter what, you’re stuck with me. No matter what, you can always find me in the stars.”

Bellamy pulls you in for a kiss, desperate and full of love, and you kiss him back just as urgently, praying that the moment never ends. But it does, and you both pull away, looking at each other with heartbreak, knowing that you’re needed in two different places. Bellamy runs his hands from your shoulders, down your arms, linking your hands together. He squeezes once before he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you more than the stars.”

He fights back a fresh wave of tears, backing away from you slowly, your hands breaking apart. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Go save our asses.” The two of you smile at each other before he turns and jogs down the hall, following the path the others took. He stops when he reaches the end, turning to look at you one last time before he disappears from sight, leaving you to stop a war and possibly save all of you from extinction. You turn and grab a pistol from the pile of weapons before you head to the Stone Room, pushing the button for the door so that you can wait inside.

The room is empty when you arrive, looking exactly the same as last time, and you push the button to close the door behind you, not wanting to get caught off guard by anyone. You stare at the glowing white light for a second before leaning back against the wall, sliding down it until you're sitting on the floor. You lean your head back and do the thing you dread the most: you wait.

Luckily for you, you don't have to wait long before there’s a flash of white near the Anomaly Stone. You stand and turn towards it, watching as Cadogan’s dead body appears at the base of the stone, multiple bullet wounds in his chest, blood seeping out onto the floor around him. You feel a rush of relief that he’s dead, that he has paid for what he did to Madi, Bellamy, you, and countless others, but that relief is short lived. Because a moment later the Anomaly flashes again and Clarke steps out of the light, turning to look down at Cadogan’s dead body with shock.

As she looks up again, her eyes meet yours, but her face is devoid of the happiness she should feel. Instead, she looks upset, her expression anguished. “What have I done?”

You step closer to her, reaching out to take her hand as she looks away from you. “Did you take the test? Tell me what happened.”

“I failed.” You swear you feel all the air leave your body in one quick rush, the reality of what her words mean hitting you hard. She squeezes your hand and looks up at you, tears in her eyes. “It should have been you, la lune, not me. Our whole lives, everyone always looked to me, chose me to be the twin that lived on the outside, but it should have been you. It should have always been you.”

You look at her in shock, your mind buzzing with all the information she’s just given you. But you force it all away and focus on the pressing situation, the one that matters the most right now. “So that's it? We're wiped out?”

She nods her head, and you ask, “Well, can we change their minds?”

“I don't know.” She squeezes your hand and then drops it, already turning towards the door. “I need to be with Madi, there's not much time.”

You turn to follow her, calling out to her quickly retreating figure, “Clarke, wait!”

As you reach the door, the Anomaly Stone behind you turns bright red, pulsing with an almost angry, vibrating sound. You pause and turn to look at it, watching it closely. Despite your better judgement, you walk closer to it, closing the space between you and the bright red ball. As you look at it, you start to wonder: can you stop this? Can you change their minds?

You take a deep breath, lifting your hand as you mutter to yourself, “I am war, rage singing beneath my skin, running into battle and wearing Death like a crown. I am the moon, loss tied to my ankles like chains, trying to pull me down, but still I rise. I am fire, wild and untameable, spitting flames when I walk, unapologetic as I burn down the world around me.”

And then you touch the stone.

Everything around you grows so bright that you can do nothing more than close your eyes against it, the low vibration growing louder as something happens around you. You keep your eyes closed until you hear the sound fade, and only then do you slowly pull open your eyes. Your gaze immediately lands on a wall of trees, surrounding you on all sides, and you turn around, trying to figure out where you are. When you do, your eyes land on a large hunk of metal, three levels tall, scorched and damaged from its descent.

“The dropship.” You let out a breathy laugh of surprise. “No way.”

You jump when a voice behind you calls out, “Took a beating on the way down, didn't she?”

“Dad.” You spin around, your eyes landing on your dad standing in the middle of the clearing, looking at you closely. You close the space between you, jumping into his arms and wrapping him up in a hug, squeezing him tight as you laugh. “Dad! What are you doing here?”

He doesn't answer, just hugs you back weakly before setting you back on the ground. You step back and look at him in confusion, taking in his blank expression, no sign of his usual affection for you. The pieces fall into place as you look at him, realizing that he’s not your father at all. “You’re not him.”

“No, I'm not. This is who you chose.”

You shake your head in confusion, “I don’t understand.”

“We often take the form of your greatest teacher, your greatest failure, or your greatest love.” You step back, putting more distance between you and the imposter dad. He tips his head to the side slightly, studying you. “Why are you here? The test is over. As you know, your twin failed.”

You glare at the man, your anger rising as you think of everything Clarke has sacrificed. Not just for you, but for your people too. “How could she have failed? Clarke sacrificed everything for us, so that we didn't have to. She gave up her soul so we could keep ours!”

“She committed atrocities.”

You counter, “She did what she thought was right. She was trying to save us.”

“She doomed you.” Your dad shakes his head, starting to turn away from you as he mutters, “I'm sorry.”

You yell back, “Are you?”

He turns back to face you, and you continue on, “Because to me, it looks like you don't feel anything. We’ve made mistakes, but we were just trying to survive! And everything we’ve done, all the bullshit we went through, we did it to save our people, to save the human race. Everything we did brought us here, to this moment, and I’m not saying we’re ready now, but at least let us live. Let us keep trying to do better, because we will. We have.”

“You say you have, yet even now you are poised and on the brink of self-extermination. Look.” He motions to your left, and you turn to look, suddenly away from the dropship and back in the oxygen farm. To your left stands Wonkru, crouching behind barriers and shields, and to your right are the disciples, looking frightened and worried. “You say you're trying to do better, but all I see are two tribes of frightened creatures willing to kill the other to save themselves.”

You shake your head, your brows pulling together as you look between the two groups, frozen in a state of nonviolence. “But they're not fighting or killing each other. It was just a distraction, this proves nothing.”

“They will fight, la lune, like they always do.”

You snap, “You can't possibly know that.”

Your dad motions to your left, to a person in the trees, crouching with a weapon in their hand. As you look their way, you see that it’s Sheidheda, and he has a smile on his face, ready to stir up some chaos. You look at him in fear and try to move closer to him, yelling, “Stop!”

Your dad grabs your arm, pulling you to a standstill. “They can't see or hear you. You can’t stop this, no one can.”

And just as he says, you can't stop him. You can only stand and watch in horror as Sheidheda pulls the trigger, firing a few rounds at the disciples across the field. They look ready to retaliate, and Wonkru looks ready to fight, but Indra manages to keep them restrained, seconds before a figure dressed in all white bursts onto the field. For one agonizing second you think it’s Bellamy, but then you realize that it’s Levitt, and Bellamy is waiting in the trees with Octavia and Raven and Echo. As soon as Levitt is on the field, everyone pauses, listening to him as he yells, “Wait, wait, wait! Listen to me, this is not the Last War. We don't achieve transcendence through violence, Cadogan was wrong. We're being tested right now, all of us!”

You turn to look at your dad, raising one of your brows. “You were saying?”

But he just motions back to the scene in front of you. Levitt is urging everyone to put down their weapons, and people start to respond, lowering their guns and swords, until Sheidheda grows restless and sends another round of bullets towards the disciples. Levitt gets caught in the crossfire, and you watch in horror as he falls to the ground, blood already staining his clothes, and the disciples take the attack on Levitt as an attack on themselves. They return fire, prompting Wonkru to do the same, and before you know it, you have a war on your hands. People on either side are being taken down, hitting the ground, and you catch a glimpse of Octavia and Echo running to grab Levitt before you turn to face your father. “This still proves nothing. The actions of one man should not define our entire species! Those people are scared, and half of them spent their entire lives thinking that they needed to defeat you in a war.”

“Don't you see? Despite the beauty that humans are capable of, you can't break free from the cycle of violence. They trained for a war, because they wanted a war.”

“No one wants a war.”

Your dad shrugs, “This is who you are, and that's why you failed the test.”

You shake your head, thinking of the peace you lived in your lifetime. The peace on Bardo, the peace on Sanctum. You know that peace is possible, that all of you can change, and you turn to look at your dad with desperation. “No. That can’t be it.”

“It's time for us to go, la lune. The end of the human race is here.”

And as you start to turn away, devastated that you couldn't change their minds, you hear Octavia yell, “Indra! Indra, hold your fire!”

You pull your dad to a stop, “Wait!”

Both of you turn back to the battlefield, watching as Indra yells to Wonkru, “Hold your fire!”

Wonkru stops firing their weapons, and in return, the disciples stop firing theirs. You watch on with hope, thinking that maybe, they can still turn this around. Maybe, you can still avoid extinction. But then Sheidheda jumps out of the trees, stepping into a circle of warriors. “Indra is not in command here! I am, and I say jus drein, jus daun!”

He starts to repeat the phrase over and over, and you feel your hope being crushed once again as people start to join him, chanting the phrase and intending to continue the war. But Indra, who has clearly had enough of the Dark Commander at this point, snatches one of the sonic cannons from an Eligius prisoner, turns it on Sheidheda and blasts him to pieces before you can even respond. You feel relief course through you as he disappears, Gabriel’s death now avenged, and as you stare at the group around you, you see none other than your fiance running onto the battlefield, his voice loud as he yells, “Enough!”

Everyone turns to face him, watching him stride out into the center of the field with Octavia at his side, and he looks between both groups with disappointment. “What the hell are we doing here? You swore an oath to fight for all mankind. Well, look around you! We are mankind!”

Octavia, remembering her position as the former leader of Wonkru, turns to face her people, adding, “We are one crew! If I kill you, I kill myself. If we keep killing each other, there won't be anyone left to save!”

She looks to Indra, her teacher, her mentor, resignation in her voice. “Our fight is over, Indra!”

Indra stares back at her former second, giving her a long look before she mutters, “I hope you know what you're doing.”

She drops her weapon, and all around her, the others do the same, until no one on the Wonkru side is armed. You watch on with pride as Bellamy turns to face the disciples, determined to stop this war, right here, right now. “We're unarmed! I know you're afraid to walk away from everything you've spent your lives training for, but I believe transcendence is within reach! But if we fight this war, we’ll never deserve to see it, and we’ll never deserve to survive.”

You can see some of the disciples starting to lower their weapons, as Wonkru nods along in agreement. You smile at your fiance, whispering to yourself, “He’s reaching them.”

Octavia reaches out and takes her brother’s hand before she finishes up their speech. “I've been to war, and let me tell you the only way to win... is not to fight.”

She pulls out her sword and stabs it into the dirt, and Bellamy pulls the gun from his waistband and drops it on the ground. The Blake siblings stand together, united as they should be, unarmed and facing an army. The disciples look lost and confused, everyone exchanging looks, trying to figure out what they should do. Someone calls out, “Sir, what are our orders?”

Their leader looks around at his army and then back to the Blake siblings, before he disconnects his weapon from his suit and drops it to the ground, muttering, “For all mankind.”

All around him, other disciples do the same, dropping their weapons and repeating the mantra, until two armies stand united, at peace, despite the odds. You turn to look at your father with hope, gesturing to the scene beside you. “I told you, we can change. We just need more time.”

He looks at you long and hard, before tuning his gaze back to the siblings. You follow his line of sight, wondering what he sees, shocked to see the pair beginning to glow. You start to jog towards them, surprised, but a second later they disappear, leaving two beings of light in their wake. You whisper with shock, “Transcendence.”

You turn back to face your father, only to find that he’s already gone. All around you are flashes of gold, and you turn back to the field, watching as the disciples and Wonkru start to glow, leaving behind a gold stand in. You turn in a circle, amazed to see everyone transcending, and as you spin, the trees around you transform. Suddenly, you’re back at the dropship, your mind remembering your forgotten niece and twin, somewhere inside Bardo.

You run towards the dropship, yanking the makeshift door aside to step inside, suddenly back in the Stone Room on Bardo. Without hesitation, you take off running, tearing down the halls and back towards M-Cap, reaching the door with an audible sigh of relief. You push the button to open the door and Clarke turns at the sound, a figure of light stretched in front of her, Madi already gone. “My shining star.”

And as the words leave your mouth and you start to cross the room, you realize that the dull ache in your shoulder, present since Sheidheda stabbed you, disappears. You look down at your shoulder in shock, your eyes landing on the light that is starting to radiate off of you, and as you look up at your twin with excitement, you fade away, melting into the light and becoming one with the rest of humanity.

You open your eyes to find yourself in Shallow Valley.

You sit up quickly, looking around in confusion, surprised to see that you’re in the house you saved for you and Bellamy. Stars stretch across the sky above your head, visible to you through the window, though they aren’t as breathtaking as usual. You shake your head, remembering the valley that was destroyed by McCreary, meaning whatever is happening right now is not normal. You turn and slide out of the bed, listening for the laughter and yelling outside, and you walk tentatively to the door, pushing it open to peek out into the night. There’s no one in the village from what you can tell, but the laughter sounds close so you decide to follow it.

The voices lead you through the trees, and you look down to watch your step, remembering how bad some of the tree roots were in this part of the woods. You’re surprised to see your bare feet walking through the forest, none of the usual pain coming along with it. Though confused, you push on, following the laughter through the woods, catching glimpses of a fire as you move, until you suddenly burst through the treeline and see all of your friends gathered near the lake that you, Clarke, and Madi would swim in.

They all look up as you approach, calling your name, and you smile back at them, walking towards the water where they’re waiting. As you move, you see a streak of something barreling towards you, and a second later a body collides with your own. You look down to see a head of dark hair, and Madi pulls away to look up at you, smiling as she does, “Ani!”

You laugh in disbelief and hug her back, but something about it feels off, wrong. You’re excited to see her, happy that she’s okay, but it doesn’t feel right to you. You shake your head, trying to push the thought away as Bellamy steps along the edge of the lake, towards you, smiling as he nears closer. “My love.”

The words don't light you up the way they normally would, and his kiss doesn’t either. Everything about it feels flat and unusual, and you hate it. You have no idea what’s going on, but you hate it.

You look around for Clarke, sure that she’ll know what’s going on, but you see no sign of your blonde haired twin. You look back at Bellamy in confusion, “Where's Clarke?”

“Everyone’s been showing up one at a time. If she transcended after you, she should be here soon.”

“Transcendence.” You nod, remembering the events leading up to this moment. You have only just transcended, but you can already tell that none of this feels right. The fire next to you brings you no warmth, the joy you should be feeling isn’t there, and you can’t feel the sensations of the ground beneath your feet. The stars are dull and lifeless, the laughter sounds forced and unusual, and the affection that you normally feel for Bellamy and Madi and the others isn’t there. You know what it should feel like, you know how you should be acting, but none of this is the way it’s supposed to be. You look around again, seeing if anyone else feels the same, pausing when you catch sight of a glint of metal through trees. “What was that?”

Bellamy looks back quickly before turning to you. “What?”

You shake your head and lock eyes with him, forcing a smile to your face as you do. “Nothing. Uh, I’m gonna go say hey to the others and then I’ll come find you, okay?”

He nods and steps away from you. “Okay.”

But instead of wandering over to the rest of your friends, you slip back into the trees, moving through the dark woods, towards the metal you caught sight of earlier. Weirdly enough, as you grow closer, you can see that it’s part of Arkadia, situated all the way out in Shallow Valley, far from where Alpha Station crash landed to the ground. You step inside of the building, heading to the door at the end of the hall, voices drifting from behind it.

Your feet thud softly on the metal floors, but they don't shock you with cold the way they normally would. You reach the door and push it open slowly, your eyes landing on a large round table in the center of the room. Situated around it are seven different people, talking quietly, their backs to you, but at the sound of your entrance they all turn towards you. You’re shocked to see your mother, Kane, and Jaha, along with a few other familiar council members. You feel a rush of excitement and you start to cross the room towards your mom, a smile on your face, but you hesitate when she doesn't smile back at you, your mind remembering that your mother is dead.

It takes a second for you to realize that this is not your mom, Kane, Jaha, or the rest of the council. It’s the species that created the stones, appearing in front of you in a way that makes sense to your brain. For some reason, your mind chose the Council and the Chancellor.

The seven people in the room take a seat in tandem, looking towards you expectantly. “What can we do for you, Miss Griffin?”

You ask the question weighing heaviest on your mind. “Where’s Clarke?”

“Right now, she’s on Sanctum. Though I doubt she’ll be there long.”

You pull a face as you stare at Jaha, the one who answered your question. “Sanctum? What’s she doing there? When is she coming here?”

This time, it’s Kane that answers. “She’s not.”

“What?”

“Clarke isn’t transcending.” You stare at your mother in shock, sure that you must be imagining things. She shrugs as she looks at you. “How fitting that one twin saved the human race, while the other condemned it.”

You shake your head, looking between everyone on the council. “I don’t understand, I thought you changed your mind.”

“We did. For everyone but her.”

“Why?”

“Her actions must have a cost, Miss Griffin.” You look at Jaha, your expression indicating that you need some clarification, so he adds, “She is the only test subject from any species anywhere in the Universe since the dawn of time who committed murder during a test.”

“So she can never transcend? She has to live out the rest of her days alone?”

“She found Picasso.”

You glare at Kane, both of you knowing damn well that though Picasso is lovely, she is not a replacement for real human interaction. You look between them all, your mind making a decision before you can even process it. “I want to go back.”

“Okay.”

You look at Jaha in confusion, expecting him to fight you on this. “Okay? That’s it?”

“Transcendence is a choice, Miss Griffin. It always has been.”

“Then I choose to go back.”

Kane gives you a long look. “You do understand that if you leave us, you may never return.”

“Yes.”

“You will bleed and live and die as a human.”

“I know.”

Jaha holds out his hands, shrugging. “Then you may return. Though I suspect the others may want to join you.”

“If Madi comes back, will she be okay?”

“Yes. We will restore her health.”

You nod, “And that’s it then? Those of us that choose to return, we’re the last of the human race?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes.”

You shake your head, looking at your mother. “What does that mean?”

“Those of you that leave now can never transcend again, but your offspring will be given a choice: transcend or remain human. If they join us, they will be eternal. If they choose to stay, they will live and die, just as you do. There will be limitations, of course, so that the human species will be unable to repopulate the way you once did, but your lives will remain mostly the same, untouched by the rest of us.”

You nod, processing the information, sure that it’s something you can live with. “Fine. I’d like to tell my friends first.”

Kane motions towards the door. “You will find us when you're ready.”

You look them all over one last time before you turn towards the door and leave, heading back to the lake to tell your friends that you plan to leave and return to Clarke. Madi and Bellamy are the first to join you, and the others quickly follow suit. Word begins to spread through Wonkru, the Bardoans, the Eligius prisoners, and the Sanctumites, and before you know it, you have a couple hundred people that decide to go back with you.

The alien species drops all of you back on Earth, near a large lake, leaving you to figure out how to get everyone back to their respective homes. You’re in the process of leading them all back to the bunker and the stone when you hear a dog bark growing steadily louder. You turn to look at Bellamy and Madi with a smile. “Stay here with the others. I’ll go find her.”

They both nod, just as Picasso breaks through the treeline and comes barreling towards all of you, making a beeline for Madi, laying down at your niece’s feet as soon as she reaches her. You smile at them before taking the path Picasso did to reach you, backtracking towards Clarke’s frantic voice, calling out for the dog. You walk up a small, rocky hill, searching for your twin, and you know you’re close when you hear her broken whisper. “I don't want to be alone.”

You round a curve of trees, Clarke now coming into view, her back to you. You call out, “You're not alone.”

She turns around in shock, her expression surprised as she looks at you, a smile breaking out on her face, tears rising to her eyes. “La lune?”

You nod and your face splits into a grin, and the two of you run towards each other, colliding in a fierce hug. She holds you tight, laughing with happiness, and you do the same, this hug feeling right, the way that it should. Clarke breaks the hug to look at you in alarm. “Wait, what about Bellamy and Madi? And the others?”

You take her hand, leading her towards them. “They understood why I needed to come back.”

You see panic cross her features, and she shakes her head. “No, la lune, I would never want you to leave them behind! Even if it meant I was alone.”

“Hey, stop worrying.” You squeeze her hand, the two of you now reaching the bottom of the hill, coming around the corner and into view of the others. But Clarke doesn't see them, not yet, because her eyes are still locked on you, looking panicked. “La lune, I-”

You cut her off, saying, “We couldn't possibly leave you alone. Not after everything you’ve done for us.”

“We?” She looks at you in confusion, and you just smile, nodding towards the group standing nearby. Her eyes go wide as she turns to see the large group of people from multiple different planets, Madi and Bellamy and your friends standing at the front. At the sight of Madi, Clarke turns to flash you a smile before dropping your hand and taking off running, and the two of them collide in a hug so hard that Clarke falls backwards into the sand around the lake.

You walk towards them, Bellamy pulling you in for a kiss when you get close enough, and you smile into it, reveling in the feel of him and the kiss. Transcendence might be nice in a lot of ways, like joining a conscious collective and getting to live forever, but transcending also meant losing all the things that made you human. Nothing would ever feel quite right, look quite right. Emotions would never be quite complete, you would never feel truly whole. And coming back to Earth means that one day you’ll die, and you’ll be able to feel pain again, but that’s part of being human. Life is messy and complicated, but it’s wonderful too. And feeling things like pain reminds you that you’re alive and that you can feel joy and love and sadness and anger. It means that you get to truly live, experience the good and the bad, no matter what.

Bellamy pulls away from you with a smile, the two of you enjoying your time back on Earth already, and he turns to greet your approaching twin. They hug each other, breaking apart so that Clarke can greet the rest of your friends too. You stand watching, a smile on your face, realizing that you and your family have been given a second chance. You get the chance to prove yourself, prove to Monty and the Universe that you can do better. Prove to Jasper that human beings aren’t the problem, and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

There, on a beach on a regrown Earth, after journeying through the stars and back again, you get a second chance at life.

the epilogue

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