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gojology · 4 years

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Honey and Sugar Tea.

the request :

pairing : gojo satoru x gender neutral reader warnings : cursing. wordcount : 859 a/n : haha this is so cute, i hope this does u justice because as i’m writing this i also have a headache LOL. i actually went somewhere yesterday and it was like an 8 hour trip front and back and I vomited 10 times. I still have a little dizziness :( also new theme aha? idk i kinda like this..

It has been an unusually quiet, tranquil day for Gojo Satoru. This is rare for many reasons. It seems like every other day, well, no, more like every day now, a new special grade curse has gotten out on the loose that only he himself could destroy with such ease and relative grace. Even though he is the strongest sorcerer of all time- one can only handle so much work. If anything, it was a more of break for him to not be pestered by Ijichi with his many phone calls. He had actually muted his phone this morning, he’d handle Ijichi’s scolding later. As Gojo hummed, drumming his fingers against his legs, he slacked off carelessly on your couch, catching a breather. Gojo loved your place, with the many open windows, curtains blowing in the gentle hazy breeze. If you listened closely, you could hear the chirping of happy birds; fragile little life forms they are. On the lucky days, he would come home to something potent- perhaps red bean paste left on the counter, mochi dough in a porcelain bowl with a covering over it and as if he was a kid, carefully and quietly taking quick finger swipes at the paste before eventually all of it is gone. Too many times had you cursed him out due to his untamable urges, yet he knew you loved him anyways. “Gojo?” you croak groggily. Snapping out of his daze, he turns to look over at you before running over to your slouching frame, giving you a large and warm hug. Something’s not right, though, your usual scent of cleanliness and all things nice has seemed to evaporate into thin air, replaced with sweat. “Pumpkin!” he shoves his hands deep into his pockets, promptly dropping the bag of jars of honey he was meaning to gift to you that was swaying back and forth around his wrist prior. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve been through hell and back, well I guess it’s only natural if you’re dating me..” You turn away, obviously you’re uncomfortable- but from what? Is all Gojo is thinking, was this a bad time to visit? “Bad headache...” you breathe out before limply flailing into his arms, he catches you quickly, and you’re leaning so close into his chest, you could hear his heartbeat raise quicker. The thumping felt good against your head. “Woah there, here lay down on the couch, I’ll make some soup and tea for you... Your head’s burning up.” he carried you over to the couch bridal style, your neck snugly rested on his forearm, his other hand under your legs. He placed a large and calloused palm onto your forehead, and you relish his touch. It wasn’t often that he came to your house. “Anything you want me to add?” he cooed, to your surprise he isn’t ignoring you for other trinkets in the messy living room, and you nod as he brushes a few stray stands of hair on your forehead. “Make sure to add honey and sugar, maybe ginger?-” “Wow! When did you get this?” he excitedly inquired, picking up something from the floor- you just didn’t quite know what it was. It’s almost as if once the words honey and sugar slipped out of your mouth, he’s off into his own world. Speak of the Devil. As your eyes adjusted, you’re mortified. It’s a horribly cheesy t-shirt that Shoko had gotten you when she went out to the market. She thought it was hilarious at the time, which it was, but maybe not when you’re on the verge of dying. “Shoko got it for me.” you reply, a hint of annoyance in your voice, “now- what about that tea?” Too late, Gojo is now leaning over your window sill, ecstatically examining your succulent that you had gotten 2 weeks ago. It was custom made by a nice old lady at a beautiful hole-in-the-wall shop you had found while strolling the streets of Japan, for free might you add. On it was a beautifully detailed picture of two Red-crowned cranes. You still remember the little brush dabbling at the surface, wise hands carefully looking after every stroke. “Wow! Look at the details of this thing!” he turned to look at you, and all you can imagine is those big blue puppy eyes of his- how it always made your knees go weak. “Did you make this?” he glances back down at the succulent before turning back to you. “No, babe. Now please-” your head is throbbing more then ever now, and you swear you’re about to drop dead or projectile vomit any second now. “PLEASE, for the love of GOD- MAKE ME MY TEA. PLEASE.” Gojo gives you this shit-eating grin, and you just can’t help how it graced his features like that. You almost regret raising your voice at him, keyword, almost. “Oops~ I forgot.” You swore to yourself that day that the next time you’d see him, you’d tackle him to the floor- just as revenge. Actually, you didn’t know if it was possible with his stupid infinity. Whatever, you’ll catch him off guard later.

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Can I Make a Mess Now?

Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: This is a part 2 to Will You Make a Mess Now? Please please please let me know what you think! Love you

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.

Winter break never lasts long enough does it?

A few short weeks of bliss and then-

BOOM.

You’re forced out of the warm and lazy cocoon of holiday spirit and, back into the rigidity of modern education.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy your studies, it’s just that after nearly four years of exams and, group projects that never go exactly as planned; you are starting to feel burnt out.

It also doesn’t help that you spent the majority of your winter break sleeping over at your boyfriends house.

You got used to the weight of his head on your chest.

You got used to running your fingers through his hair; an act that lulled both of you to sleep.

You got used to waking up beside him every morning.

When the semester started once again, the two of you agreed that you’d reserve overnight stays to weekends only.

As encouraging as you were of each other’s success, copious amounts of alone time is a (delightful) distraction.

Especially since the two of you began exploring the boundaries of your relationship.

At the beginning of winter break, Jungkook had revealed to you that not only was he a virgin but, he’s never been touched before.

After a bit of discussion, he decided that he wanted you to change that.

And boy did you…

You still can’t get the images of him falling apart beneath the firm grasp of your hand out of your head.

It’s arguably one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

Jungkook’s room became the safe haven for exploration.

Many cold nights were spent underneath his duvet, touching on each other until things eventually got heated enough for you to take turns making eachother cum.

Happy Holidays indeed.

There was one night in particular that things got a little out of hand.

In the heat of the moment, Jungkook had torn off your t-shirt, leaving the two of you to make out in your underwear.

He positioned you on his lap with a low whine in his throat and, at the feeling of your heat pressing directly into his dick; he almost lost it right then and there.

It took everything in him to keep his hands steady.

To keep them from ripping your panties off…

However, he succeeded and although, it was painful to slow things down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

The only problem is, that night increased his desire to a level he’s never felt before.

He knows he wants you to be his first but; he’s so particular and, so sensitive to his surroundings that he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Perfection is a concept he frequently struggles with and, although he’s lessened his standards over the years, he still finds himself reverting back to his old habits.

Losing his virginity is a big deal for him.

He can’t help that.

And because it carries so much weight, he feels the need to hold off until the moment is 100% right.

But, how does he define such a thing?

He knows he wants you.

He knows you want him.

He knows he’s falling in love with you…

So, how is a perfect moment established?

Can you plan it?

Jungkook doesn’t know but, he’s starting to believe that he can’t.

His brothers don’t understand his issues.

Seokjin’s been with his girlfriend for two years and, every time she comes to visit, he can hear her moaning through his bedroom door.

An event that continuously scars him.

Namjoon is engrossed in his studies so, he doesn’t make time for relationships.

But one time, when he was looking for his laptop, Jungkook walked in on him getting his dick sucked.

He’s still never gotten that image out of his head.

Hoseok literally attended an orgy two months ago.

Jimin’s dating his childhood sweetheart.

Taehyung stays over at the sorority house at least twice a week.

And, last but not least, Yoongi frequently walks around sporting various love bites and scratch marks after a night with his girlfriend.

Jungkook’s spoken with his hyungs’ regarding sex a few times but, it’s never a conversation he initiates.

He’s far too shy to openly speak about these things.

But from what he’s gathered, sex is top notch.

None of his brothers could think of anything that feels as good, although Yoongi did cite sleeping as a close second.

After a long week of lectures and tedious lab work, Jungkook has finally decided that he wants to lose his virginity.

Or at least…he’s ready to talk about it…

He starts off guns a blazing: he sends you a text trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that his heart is currently pounding in his chest.

Jungkook: do you want to come over tonight?

Jungkook: there’s a new season of that anime we started watching :)

His message does the same bit of damage on your heart because, although you two have been dating for quite some time, you still get excited at the thought of seeing him.

You: plzzz

You: this first week has killed me

You: I need to relax so bad

You: my brain cell count has dropped to dangerously low amount.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, shaking his head at your response.

Jungkook: wow

Jungkook: lower than normal???

Jungkook: that’s pretty bad jagi :/

You giggle, already gathering your toothbrush and, various other items needed for an overnight stay.

You: I know

You: it’s a tragedy : (

Despite the playful banter between the two of you, Jungkook is furiously moving around his room, cleaning every inch of it.

He’s dusting the shelves, vacuuming his floor, rearranging his figurines on his desk.

He feels like a mad man…

Jungkook: lol you’re ridiculous

Jungkook: you can come over around 7 if you’re ready; I’m just finishing up an assignment.

Jungkook: miss you <3

Your boyfriend is literally sour patch kid.

You: miss you too

You: falling asleep without you sucks

You: 10/10 would not recommend

Jungkook smiles, gripping his phone in his hand, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach.

Jesus, he really likes you…

Jungkook: stay the night then

Jungkook: I’ll make sure you sleep better tonight

He feels proud of himself.

He initiated you coming over, he’s holding a playful/flirty conversation with you, and he’s totally not freaking out at the fact that he’s going to have to tell you he’s ready to have sex.

Right?

Okay, the last part is definitely a lie but he’s just gonna go with it.

You: on my way :)

Jungkook receives this text from you roughly two hours later when he’s getting out of the shower.

He deep cleaned his bedroom, put fresh bedding on his mattress, scrubbed every inch of his body and, now he was standing in front of the mirror with nothing but a towel on his hips.

He takes time slathering lotion all over his skin, hoping that you like the vanilla-honey scent before applying a copious amount of deodorant.

He shaved in the shower, taking his time to remove the bit of hair around his crotch because it makes him feel cleaner.

Jungkook’s hair is getting longer too so, he’s been putting leave in conditioner on his ends to keep them healthy and spritzing his hair with anti-frizz serum.

After roughly 20 minutes of primping, he gets another text from you as he’s pulling on his sweat pants.

You: Here <333

Jungkook feels his stomach twist whilst reading your message.

Here goes nothing…

You’re standing outside the door of Jungkook’s house, dressed in a hoodie and a pair of leggings.

Comfy works out for you because, it requires minimal effort and, it’s also your boyfriend’s favorite look on you.

So, it’s a win win.

Given the fact that you and Jungkook usually end up fooling around, you took the time to exfoliate and shave whilst you were in the shower.

You may have also worn a new lacy red bra that had arrived in the mail earlier that day…

But, who knows?

“Yahhh there she is…”

You instantly light up as Jungkook eagerly swings open his front door, quickly pulling you into his grasp.

He smells amazing but, he feels even better and, you waste no time in pulling him close to you.

“I missed you.” You mutter into his hair

He grins, hugging you a bit tighter and, ushering you inside, “Missed you too, are you cold at all?”

Stepping through the threshold of his door, you notice that he’s freshly showered himself, his hair is damp and stringy but, it frames his face perfectly

“A little bit but, I plan on using you for warmth really soon so, I’m good.”

His hand is intertwined with yours as he leads you up to his room and, his face lights up with a smile.

“I got a new duvet on Tuesday, it’s really warm but,” He places a hand on his chest. “,you can still use me though, I missed having you here.”

Jungkook mutters the last half of his sentence, his cheeks warming up at his confession before he pushes open the bedroom door.

You don’t comment on his shyness but, it makes you smile and lean into him a little more.

His room is always clean but, the fresh scent of his disinfectant spray is slightly more pungent than normal. It isn’t a harsh smell; it’s a soft lavender cleaner that he special orders from Korea.

He absolutely hates the scent of bleach.

“It’s a nice color huh?”

Jungkook gestures to the muted grey of his new bedding, which is carefully placed over his mattress.

“I love it, it’s very you.” You smile as your eyes scan the room, “it matches your furniture really well too.”

His eyes light up, “Yeah, yeah that’s why I got it. I knew it would look good with the- um the desk and the dresser and stuff. See, I knew you’d notice that…you always notice things like that.”

Before you can respond he’s speaking again, his tone slightly uneven, “Um do you want to lay down? I know you said you were cold. I can hold you if you want-“ He grimaces at his word choice, not fully understanding why his nerves are taking over already, “not that I don’t want to or anything. I do, I just…I know you’re cold.”

You touch your hand to his cheek, bringing his wandering eyes back to yours, “Are you ok?”

Jungkook swallows, his eyes locking with yours, “Y-Yeah, I just don’t want you to be cold…”

You’re not convinced.

Although the two of you have only been together for 6 months, you like to think you’ve gotten to know Jungkook really well. He isn’t exactly a closed book and, when he’s nervous about something, it’s fairly obvious.

“Are you suuuure?”

The question is paired with a soft kiss to his lips and, Jungkook can’t help but smile when you do, his posture relaxing slightly.

“I’m sure, I’m just happy you’re here. It was weird not seeing you all week.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before, pecking your lips.

Again, you’re not convinced but, you don’t want to pry.

He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

The matter of his worries is dropped and, Jungkook quickly (and neatly) pulls back the covers so, that the two of you can slip underneath them.

Moments later, you’re nestled against your boyfriend’s side, draping your arm over your stomach.

“You smell good…” You mutter against his sweater, nuzzling gently against the material.

Jungkook grins triumphantly, silently patting himself on the back for his choice of lotion.

“Thank you,” His chest vibrates with the sound of his voice, “so do you…”

With that, he tentatively raises a hand towards your hair, allowing his fingertips to brush over the top of your head.

The anime begins playing but, you’re more focused on the way his fingers feel, as you melt into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

And halfway through the first episode, Jungkook’s motions are beginning to take a toll on you.

But not in the way you’d normally expect…

He’s smiling softly, admiring the way you sigh at his touch, taking time to play with the ends of your hair before massaging gently at your scalp.

“You’re going to make me sleepy…” You mumble contently, a few minutes later and, Jungkook chuckles breathlessly beneath you.

“That’s ok; you can sleep if you need to.”

He means it.

Jungkook had other things on his agenda but, now that you’re here, all he cares about is your comfort.

“Don’t wanna sleep-“ You nudge your nose against his ribcage, “I missed you.”

With another chuckle, he traces his fingers over the edges of your hairline, brushing over the shell of your ear.

You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin but, it’s not intrusive or sudden, they come on slowly along with a type of comfort that only Jungkook can provide.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He soothes, his motions continuing over the arches of your brows before, he traces back up the expanse of your forehead. “I promise.”

You can feel yourself smile as your blinking slows, taking another deep breath whilst your body seems to melt into him.

The heaviness in your eyelids is growing despite your best efforts to warrant off your exhaustion.

You didn’t want to nap, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but, when he tucks his fingers beneath your hair and, begins scratching gently on your scalp, the threat of sleep becomes more prominent.

“Sleepy girl…” He teases, a fond smile on his lips as he watches your eyes finally close. His thumb brushes over your cheek, gently pinching at the skin before, returning his hand to your hair.

This warms you from the inside out and, sooner or later you can’t help but, drift off into a light sleep.

Jungkook smile grows and, he slows his movements to a stop before tugging on the duvet until it covers your shoulders.

He decides in that moment that he really wouldn’t mind spending every night just like this; tucked under the covers, falling asleep in eachother’s arms.

He changes the show to something you’ve already seen; he doesn’t want to watch the anime without you.

After some time has passed, you slowly come out of your slumber, happy you’re still laying on your boyfriend’s chest.

You peer up at Jungkook to see his brow furrowed in concentration as his gaze is locked firmly on the screen.

A smile immediately finds it’s way onto your lips, your finger reaching out to bop him on the nose.

He jumps at first, not understanding the source of the interruption before he quickly matches your smile, ““Yah she’s awake. Did you have a good nap?” He thumbs over your cheek once more and, you’re overcome by the urge to press a kiss against his lips

He’s willing and able to accept it.

His hands come up to hold you against him and, he slowly begins to move his lips against yours

“Mhm...”

His nose wrinkles with the joy on his face as he presses more kisses to your lips.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, I just haven’t been getting to bed on time this week...”

An adorable pout comes over his mouth, “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you were able to get some rest. It’s not late or anything.”

It’s well past sunset but, Jungkook’s vanilla cake candle is providing enough light to illuminate the details of your boyfriends face.

You kiss him again, just because he’s cute and you can, “What did you do while I was out?”

His head reclines against his pillow again but, he tugs you closer, ensuring that you remain against him.

“I watched a few episodes of Naruto...” He admits, “I’ve seen it a million times but, I never get tired of it.”

Your arms drape over his shoulders as the upper half of your body rests over his chest. The wispy ends of his black hair are too cute to resist so you absentmindedly toy with them as you respond,

“I get it, I have a few different shows that I’m like that with; I swear I’ve seen The Office so many times I could quote it in my sleep.”

A half smirk curves on the end of his mouth, “Yeah that’s a good one too, Jin hyung watches that show all the time.”

You giggle, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, “Ah that explains a lot actually, Jin and Michael Scott have a lot in common.”

He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement, leaning his head against your hand.

“Which character do you think you are?”

You purse your lips, mulling it over, your eyes narrowing in thought, “Hmmm that’s a tough one cause like- I wanna say Kelly because, she’s amazing but in reality, I’m probably more of a Kevin.”

Jungkook’s smirk grows, “Isn’t that the guy who dropped his chili all over the place?

With a dramatic sigh, you nod, “God, I’ve never related to anyone more in my entire life...”

A full belly laugh comes from your boyfriends pretty mouth, his body trembling beneath you as he shakes his head.

It’s one of your favorite sounds, especially when it gets all high pitched like it is now.

“Jagi you aren’t Kevin...” He insists, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “You are cooler than him.”

“You’re just saying that because you see the best side of me; in reality I am 100% Kevin.” You giggle, tucking more hair behind his other ear.

He still chuckles, shaking his head before nodding to you, “Who do you think I am?”

This definitely gets your brain going.

“I’m leaning towards Jim, you guys have a lot in common.” You nod as you continue to think about their similarities, “Yeah, you both have the same sense of humor and, even though you’re more sexy in an obvious way, you both have the same kind of sexiness?? If that makes sense?? But, you’re definitely hotter than Jim.”

You force your train of thought away from the office- style fantasy that pops into your head as Jungkook feels something stir deep in his gut.

“You think I’m sexy?”

You can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, you swear you’ll never understand how Jungkook doesn’t see how hot he is.

“Duh.” You seal your response with a kiss but, Jungkook surprises you by sitting up and tugging you onto his lap.

He chuckles at the squeal that leaves your lips but, he carries on kissing you, his hands sliding up your outer thighs.

You don’t know what prompts his motions but, you’re not really in the mood to ask.

You’d much rather sit on your boyfriend’s lap and, make out with him.

“Can you-” He whispers against your lips, slightly breathless, “Can you say it?”

Your eyes flutter open to catch the shyness in his, “Can I say what?”

Warmth floods the apples of his cheeks, “Can you say that you think I’m sexy?”

A smirk teases the corners of your mouth and, tentatively you roll your hips against his.

“Are you trying to get hard Jungkook?”

You can hear him gulp, his eyes widening a bit before he nods.

With a smirk still on your lips, you tilt his head back, moving your fingers through his hair as you slowly begin placing kisses up the side of his neck.

His breathing picks up and, god help him, he immediately feels his dick hardening in his sweats.

Jungkook’s neck is a sensitive area and, you know exactly where his weak spots are.

As you reach the lobe of his ear, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, his mouth parted slightly to make way for his shaky breath.

“Jungkook?” You whisper in his ear, biting your lip as you see him visibly shiver beneath you.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re sexy.”

You nibble on his ear before quickly reuniting your lips, your hands sliding underneath his sweater.

His skin is so soft, so warm beneath your fingertips and, there is a large part of you that wishes you could spend hours just touching and kissing your boyfriend’s body.

Jungkook is eagerly reciprocating your kiss whilst his hands slowly move back up the outsides of your thighs.

His plan to get hard definitely worked because, you can feel him poking against your hips and, you’re already thinking of all the different ways you can make him cum.

“Did you get hard for me?” You whisper against his swollen lips, nudging his nose

Instantly he nods, his hands tugging the hem of your hoodie.

You take the hint, pulling back from him in order to remove it.

Your plan is to continue kissing him of course but, as Jungkook spots the fire-red lace cups supporting the swells of your breasts, he lets out a tortured sigh.

“Is that new?” He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip, allowing his hands to trail up your hips before securing themselves against your waist.

All you do is nod, sticking your chest out a bit and, encouraging him to keep touching you.

Jungkook leans in, dragging the tip of his nose between your breasts, inhaling when he reaches the space between your color bones.

“Did you wear this for me?”

His voice is ragged but, it’s deeper than normal, due to the arousal coating his tone.

“I wanted to look pretty for you.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

You can feel him smile against your chest, his wet lips trailing back to tops of the bra, “You’re always pretty but this-” He grows bolder, biting softly at your breast, “this is torture”

A giggle bubbles past your lips, as you roll down against him once more.

“Jagi I-” The sensation of pleasure that toys with his body acts like a truth serum and, in an act of desperation that he definitely didn’t plan, a confession tumbles from his mouth, “I want you.”

But you don’t quite catch his drift, still rocking slowly against him, arousal slowly beginning to unravel you, “I want you too.”

No like,” He pulls away, his eyes glazed over with desire as they lock onto yours, “I want to be inside of you...”

It’s like a punch to the gut really, the way your boyfriend’s voice seems to quake under the weight of his admission.

You cup his cheek, “Really? Are you sure?”

He nods eagerly, licking his lips before turning to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “I want you so bad...”

You’re quick to capture his lips then, kissing into him with more fervor than you ever have.

"Can you do it for us Noona?” He croons into your mouth, his eyes darkened with lust as they plead with yours.

A nod is all you can manage at his devasting way of asking you to ride him.

For the first time...

You’re pulling off his sweater, securing your lips to his once more, kissing on them as you lean him back against the pillows.

Your bottoms are removed, leaving you completely naked as you tug his sweats down his legs.

Jungkook’s erection looks painful and, you feel yourself ache at the thought of finally being able to sit on it.

As you sit astride him once more, you lean down to press a kiss between his eyes before trailing your lips down the bridge of his nose to hover over his mouth.

He looks a little emotional, staring up at you as if you hung the moon just for him.

And you would, you’d do anything for him.

“Are you ready baby?” You whisper

He takes a deep and unstable breath through his nose but, gives you a nod anyway as he exhales through his mouth.

Right as you start lining him up with your entrance, Jungkook cups your cheek, his hand clammed up due to his nerves.

“Jagi?” He croaks

You kiss his hand gently, reassurance in your eyes, “Yeah?”

“G-Go slow please...”

You nod, “Of course, tell me if you want to stop at any point ok?”

He returns your nod before, letting out another breath as his head returns to his pillows.

Slowly but surely, you begin sheathing him in your heat, going as slow as possible so he can feel everything.

His body seems to freeze as you sink down on him, his hands tightening on your hips before a gasp leaves his throat.

Jungkook is quite sure he’s in heaven.

That’s the only explanation for the intense feelings of pleasure swimming through his body. He’s never felt anything so hot, so tight-

So fucking good.

He’s going to lose his mind.

With wide eyes, he stares up at you in awe, his lips parted as the length of his dick is fully inside of you.

You’re not fairing too well either because, Jungkook fills you up perfectly, nudging against the spot within you that makes your head spin.

“Is that ok?”

“ ‘ss so good...” His voice is slurred as his hips jerk beneath you, sending a wave of pleasure through your core.

Biting your lip, you thumb his cheek, trying to hold it together, “Can I ride you now?”

You’re asking because, you want to make sure he’s prepared.

You know this isn’t going to last long but, you still want to blow his mind.

“I’m already so close jagi...I’m sorry...” He chokes on the end of his sentence when you start a pace on his dick, “Oh fu- oh my god...”

“Shh...don’t be sorry, you’re doing so good. You cum whenever you need to ok?”

“Ah- Y/N...”

His beautiful features are screwed up in pleasure, his hands falling off your hips because, he literally doesn’t have the strength to hold on at this point.

Jungkook’s breathing is growing rapid, as his eyes flit to where you’re connected, “Jagi I’m- I’m really inside...I’m really inside of you...” He marvels, his voice weak with emotion as his hips begin to meet yours.

“You feel so good inside of me.” You assure him, increasing your pace which prompts his eyes to roll back momentarily.

“Will you kiss me? Please? I wanna kiss you when I cum...and I’m-” His eyes re-focus but, it doesn’t last long as you lean forward to brace your hands on either side of his head, “Jagi I’m gonna cum already...I’m gonna cum so hard. Oh sh- shit...”

You want every wish of his to come true.

You lean down to connect your lips, your hips moving faster and faster, wanting him to cum harder than he ever has in his entire life.

He whimpers into your mouth as his sweaty hands hold you tightly against his body.

“It’s...fuck I’m sorry, I’m sor- I'm cumming.” He chokes out, his grip tightening intensely as his hips weakly jerk with the force of his release.

He says your name as he cums inside of you, trying his best to kiss you properly but, it’s wet and sloppy.

You don’t care though, you ride him through his orgasm, keeping your lips connected.

“There you go, cum for me baby...” You coo, kissing all over his face as the pleasure continues to wrack his senses.

Jungkook knows his never cum harder in his life and, by the time his orgasm settles down, he’s properly spent.

He doesn’t completely register the feeling of you sliding off of him as his whole body is alight with tingles.

You make sure to clean him up, pressing gentle kisses to his stomach as you do.

You didn’t cum this time and, to be honest, it doesn’t really matter.

What you’ve both just experienced was too intimate to measure and, orgasms weren’t really the point this time.

Tucking into your boyfriend’s body you bring him close, tugging the duvet over his shoulders this time...

“Hi” He whispers, tucking his face shyly into your neck, his breathing not fully recovered.

“Hi you...”

With a smile on your mouth, you press a kiss to his head, holding him tightly to you.

He kisses your chest, feeling ridiculous at how shy he suddenly feels, “I think-” He stops himself to peek up at you, a bit of moisture in his eyes, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your heart throbs at his confession, kissing his lips once more before whispering, “I think I am too.”

Jungkook knows you didn’t finish and, he plans on addressing that when he settles down but right now, all he can do is hold you.

He thinks he’s finally figured it out:

You can’t plan a perfect moment because, perfection just doesn’t exist.

But as along as he’s with you, it doesn’t really matter.

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ace-the-fox · 3 years

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Would you be up to writing a part 2 to "Big News"? Maybe them getting all their family (Virginia's mom: Patty, Virginia's older sister: Louis, Robin's twin sister: Rebecca, and Rebecca's wife/both of the twins' childhood best friend: Jan) and tell them all the good news at once? Maybe the twins split off from the group and talk about how they grew up in the foster system, moving from home to home and never really having a family, and how their family as grown and how it's still growing? Wow, that's a lot, I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry, you've got great ideas in there lol! (:

Big News Pt 2 (GB!Roman x GB!Trans!Virgil Fpreg)

CW: Mention of addiction

"You ready for this?" Robin asked, fixing up the last touches of make-up in her vanity. Virginia gave a half-laugh, barely covering her nerves. "As I'll ever be," she responded. Robin merely laughed at her girlfriend's concern. "Oh come on," she said, lightheartedly. "They're just our family. What do you have to be so anxious about?" Virginia smirked at her, coming out with a response Robin already half expected from her. "Darling, if I'm ever not anxious, you should be terrified."

Robin rolled her eyes in amusement, as she began to put her make-up away. She walked over to her girlfriend, planting a loving kiss on her lips, giving her an obvious red lipstick stain on her cheek that Robin began to try to smear off. "I know, but still," she began. "It's just family. We know that none of them, hopefully, will say a word against this baby. You know that, Virge." Virginia jokingly shrugged, but Robin knew that she knew that that was the truth.

They'd agreed to all meet up at Patty, Virginia's mom's, house. After all, she'd practically taken Robin, and eventually her twin sister, in when she found out she was dating her daughter. They hadn't told her exactly why they wanted to gather everyone at her house, but Patty was so happy with the small family gathering, she didn't even need a reason. Just a date and time.

The couple had gotten there to find Rebecca and Louis' cars already parked in Patty's driveway. Virginia sighed, grinning. "We set up this meeting and we're the last people to get here," she joked. Robin laughed at the irony. She took a minute to look down at her stomach, covered by her blouse and red skirt. There was no visible bump yet, but she still knew that there was a tiny bean of a baby in there, and that knowledge was thrilling in and of itself. Virginia watched her staring, and Robin quickly met her, gaze becoming slightly flustered. But before she could say anything, Virginia had reached across to grab her hand and squeeze it gently as a sign of love. "Alright, let's go in," she murmured.

Patty did not hesitate to greet them both with loving warm hugs right at the door, before they'd barely even got inside. "Oh, come in you guys. Do you need anything? I have tea, coffee..."

"I'll have a coffee," Virginia answered. Robin was about to say the same, but realised that probably wouldn't be a good idea. So she decided to just ask for a water. The decision raised minor suspicion, but she quite liked the idea of a mystery forming around her. One that she would soon be quelling.

"Robbie!" she heard an over enthusiastic shout as soon as she walked into the living room, naturally belonging to her twin sister. Said twin immediately jumped up from her seat next to her wife and brought Robin into a hug. "Becca! How's it going? I haven't seen you in ages!" (It was actually just a month ago, but that was a decade by their logic). "I know! I've missed you so much." After the twins had had their very eager reunion, Rebecca's wife Jan and Virginia's sister Logan gave them a much more muted but no less warm greeting.

From then on, the meeting wasn't all too interesting. Just relaxing small talk as the two girls tried to internally figure out a good time to tell the news. Giving each other knowing looks that the other four were blissfully unaware of. Until Patty asked the segue question:

"So, anything big happen in anyone's lives recently?" Virginia and Robin made the unspoken decision to say their big news last, to surprise the others and give them time to figure out what to say. They listened patiently as Jan and Rebecca talked about a recent holiday they went on together, Louis talked about some happenings in work. Nothing compared to their own news. Robin was almost glad. She didn't want to be overshadowed.

"That sounds great! And what about you two girls?" Patty inquired, looking at both Virginia and Robin. Virginia and Robin side-eyed each other, laughing to themselves. Like it was some joke all the others weren't in on yet. "Well, it's a little bit of a surprise, but... we may or may not have a little one coming along in a few months."

Then Patty and Rebecca started screaming. "Robbie! You should have told me sooner!"

"Oh sweethearts! Did you hear that Louie! I'm going to have a grandbaby! Oh come here!"

Patty pulled the two of them into a huge hug, almost downright sobbing at this point, and all the other women joined in. Giving numerous congratulations to the expectant couple. "Just don't expect me and Rebecca to babysit with you," Jan had teased her.

Though the house meeting had been light and cheery from the beginning, after that announcement the enthusiasm seemed to go through the roof. Everyone excitingly talking about the baby and what Robin and Virginia knew. But Robin had noticed that Rebecca was rather quiet. Sure, she'd expected Jan or Louis to be rather reserved at times, but almost always it had seemed to never run out of things to talk about. She was beginning to grow a bit worried. Maybe she was unhappy about the news? Robin wouldn't have expected it, but maybe her sister was even jealous. Jealous that her and Virginia could do this so easily while her and her girlfriend would need to go through sperm donors or adoption if they ever wanted a kid.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the group Robin gave Rebecca a look of concern, mouthing out a "You okay?" towards her. Rebecca tried to give her a comforting smile in return. Continuing their muted conversation towards each other amongst the group, Robin nudged her head toward the door. Rebecca nodded, standing. "Alrighty folks! Me and Robbie are going for a walk."

"Alright!" Virginia responded. "Don't scare off the pigeons!" Rebecca playfully stuck her tongue out at her. The two decided to take a small stroll in the back garden, giving them the space to have a more personal conversation. So, Robin asked again, "Are you okay, Becca?" And Rebecca laughed, raw and genuine, much to Robin's pleasant surprise.

"We finally have a family."

Robin immediately understood. After their father left the family to start another when they were so young. After their mother turned to addiction to escape the despair of their rapidly spiralling situation. After they were taken out of her care because of it, and put into foster care. After they were placed in and out of what felt like thousands of different families, some good and then some less so, to say the least. After said experience nearly drove the previously inseperable twins apart due to their vastly different ways of getting through their situation: Robin trying to be one of the best and most obedient child these families had ever seen, and Rebecca trying to be their worst nightmare.

After all that, Robin had met and eventually befriended Virginia. Who had slowly ingrated both girls into her own family; single mom Patty and her older sister Louis. And then Rebecca had made a best friend out of Jan somewhere along the way as well, who Robin also became well acquainted with. They'd both fallen in love with their girlfriend and wife respectively. And now they were adding a new person to their little found family. A new person who Robin would do anything in her power to not let even half of what happened to her in her childhood happen to them. Not if she could help it. And she hoped Virginia shared her mindset.

"Yes, Rebecca, we finally do."

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #prinxiety #dukeceit #pregnancy #genderbend #trans virgil #trans #sorry this took a small while #i blame it on my stresses of going back to school lol

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samirant · 4 years

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Hi! I just finished reading Backpfei... again (it was awesome 😍😍😍😍) and I was wondering if you had any headcanons for what happens next, especially everyone's reactions when they find out about JB's relationship 🥰🥰🤣🤣🤗🤗🤗

:D I do, indeed, have headcanons and I’ve played with the idea of writing something out and this message gave me the impetus to do it, so thank you!

Tagging @brynnmck for funsies

Backpfeifengesicht: Ten Minutes Later

Margaery: JOY

Margaery: JOY HILL ANDWER YIIR PHONE

Renly: JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY

Margaery: I CANT BELIEVE SHE IS MISSING THIS. JOY!!!

Renly: SEND IT TO HER

Margaery: I can’t just send it! This requires preparation we aren’t there to catch her if she falls over

Margaery: Think of the children!

Margaery: JOY

Margaery: EITHER PUT ROSALIND DOWN OR HOLD HER REALLY TIGHTLY BEFORE YOU SCROLL DOWN

Renly: shes not kidding joy

Renly: gird yourself 😱

Sansa: Okay with the hysterics. Calm down, for sevens sake.

Margaery: SANSA DONT THINK INDIDNT NOTICE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT

Margaery: HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME

Sansa: Margaery, I’m sitting right next to you, just speak to me.

Renly: SANSA KNEW??????

Sansa: I’m right here. In person.

Sansa: And we were a little distracted, in case you don’t remember.

Renly: JACCUSE 😡😡😡😡😡

Joy: Goodness gracious. What in the world is going on?

Margaery: joy!!!!!!!!

Renly: JOY!

Joy: I was setting Rose down for a nap and suddenly my phone went mad.

Sansa: I am so sorry.

Renly: YOU BETTER BE 😡🤬😡🤬😡🤬

Sansa: I was speaking to Joy.

Margaery: joy

Margaery: Joy my love

Margaery: Sit down.

Joy: I’m becoming concerned.

Renly: but r you sitting or not???

Joy: I am now.

Joy: And I’m very concerned.

Sansa: Don’t be. It’s a very good thing.

Sansa: These two are just in shock.

Joy: Margaery? In shock?

Renly: I KNO RIGHT?!?!

Joy: Renly, less alarming.

Renly: 😤

Margaery: Without further ado…

Sansa: So much ado.

Margaery: image.png

Joy: …

Joy: Oh my goodness.

Renly: RIGHT?!??

Joy: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣😂😂

Sansa: ?

Joy: Who did that? Tyrion?

Joy: Jaime?

Joy: Gods, is this why Brienne punched him?

Joy: LOL It’s really good!

Sansa: ?????

Renly: 🧐

Margaery: Isnt it absolutely WILD?

Joy: It’s really something.

Joy: Some of my wedding photos could use touch ups, whoever put that together should give me a hand.

Joy: That’s hilarious!

Joy: Sorry, Brienne, when you read this, but it’s an excellent mock up.

Renly: …

Sansa: …

Margaery: …

Sansa: Joy. That’s a real picture.

Renly: TOO REAL

Renly: oh gods i just saw tyrions face

Renly: right there in the corner

Margaery: HAHAHAHA

Margaery: He still looks like that, look at him.

Renly: like hes been smacked on the face with atrout

Joy: You’re joking.

Joy: You must be joking.

Sansa: We definitely are not.

Joy: But

Joy: No

Margaery: She’s getting it.

Joy: But that’s Jaime and Brienne.

Joy: Kissing.

Joy: Brienne kissing Jaime.

Joy: My cousin, Jaime.

Renly: do we kno another jaime?

Joy: What?

Joy: WHAT?

Margaery: And now you understand

Joy: WHAT

Sansa: Give her a moment.

Joy: WHAT

Joy: …

Joy: Brienne isn’t answering my texts.

Renly: well yeah shes a little busy

Renly: jaime stole her away

Renly: BECAUSE THEY ARE DATING

Joy: …

Joy: WHAT?

Margaery: Take a seat, take a breath, this is not a drill.

Renly: 🤯

Renly: 🤯🤯🤯

Margaery: Though Sansa APPARENTLY KNEW AND DID NOT BOTHER TO SHARE THE NEW WITH US

Sansa: I didn’t know! Brienne just said something yesterday that made it make sense today.

Joy: But she punched him!

Joy: Like we always warned him she would!

Renly: het mating dances are weird

Sansa: 😑

Sansa: Rude! And not true!

Renly: oh like it matters to you now

Joy: Will someone PLEASE explain this to me?

Joy: I’m half convinced you’re messing with me because I’m not there.

Margaery: Definitely not. We’d have Tyrion confirm but he’s refusing to talk to any of us.

Margaery: Plus: photo evidence

Sansa: OK

Sansa: She did punch him? I think?

Renly: where else would he have gotten the shiners

Sansa: But it seems they’ve been friendly for a while and Jaime’s been visiting her in KL.

Joy: HE HAS?

Sansa: He says they’ve been dating for at least six months.

Margaery: Brienne says six hours.

Sansa: I’d say it’s somewhere in the middle of that.

Renly: with punches

Joy: I… I am flabbergasted.

Joy: But that sounds exactly like Jaime.

Joy: And Brienne.

Margaery: ANYWAY

Margaery: This morning we were teasing Jaime, it seemed deserved

Renly: overdue

Margaery: And we joked about how he’d have to make it up to her, whatever he did

Sansa: He probably still does.

Margaery: And HE said that maybe Brienne should kiss it better

Renly: AND SHE DID

Margaery: We laughed about it but then Brienne got up and walk

Margaery: Fucks sake Renly just let me tell the story

Margaery: she walked over and kissed him

Renly: the end

Renly: 😏

Margaery: 😡

Joy: Just like that?

Sansa: Just like that.

Joy: Then they just dropped the bomb that they’ve been dating for - possibly - months?

Renly: hours

Margaery: It’s all very amorphous

Margaery: But yes

Margaery: They’re dating

Joy: Wow.

Joy: Wooooooow.

Joy: OMG!

Joy: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Joy: JAIME AND BRIENNE!!!

Sansa: It’s very cute. They are so cute.

Renly: WEIRD

Margaery: Very weird and also very cute

Joy: I’m still processing!

Joy: Gods, I should have known. He mentions her all. The. Time.

Renly: and brienne was a vault

Renly: until this morning

Renly: and perhaps last night

Sansa: Renly.

Renly: tell me im wrong

Renly: if thats not ff hair i dont know what is

Sansa: 😦

Joy: RENLY.

Renly: im not sorry

Joy: You’re never sorry.

Renly: but im consistent

Joy: Very true.

Joy: BRIENNE AND JAIME!!!!!

Joy: 🤩🤩🤩

Renly: they r stupid gross

Renly: n cute

Renly: i admit that

Renly: TYRIONS FACE THO

Joy: Tyrion won’t answer my texts, either.

Renly: he left with tysha

Renly: well he left and she went after him

Renly: very 😵

Renly: i think hesin a fudge

Renly: fugue

Joy: His worldview has been as rocked as ours has. At least you tried to prepare me.

Joy: Brienne, we are going to discuss this. At length.

Renly: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

Joy: What?

Renly: OMH OMG OMG

Sansa: Oh gods.

Renly: IWAS RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

Sansa: Renly NO.

Margaery: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Renly: RENLY YES

Renly: JON JUST WOKE UP

Joy: Jon?

Sansa: RENLY. NO.

Renly: AND SANSA AND MARGIE TOLD HIM WHAT HE MISSED

Joy: Is that Sansa’s boyfriend?

Sansa: Uh.

Renly: AND HE SAID

Renly: HE SAAAAAAAID

Margaery: He said “is that who i heard in the laundry room last night?”

Renly: IS THAT WHO

Renly: MARGAERY

Margaery: HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT RENLY HMMMM?

Renly: THUNDER STEALER

Joy: No.

Joy: No way.

Joy: NO WAY!

Renly: IS

Renly: THAT

Renly: WHO

Sansa: Don’t say it again.

Renly: I

Sansa: Please.

Renly: HEARD

Renly: IN

Renly: THE

Sansa: Brienne is going to throttle you.

Renly: LAUNDRY

Renly: ROOM

Renly: LAST

Renly: NIGHT

Margaery: I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care.

Renly: !!!!!!!!!!!!

Sansa: BRIENNE WILL READ THIS ALL EVENTUALLY

Renly: THEN MAYBE SHE SHULDNT HAVE HOOKED UP WITH J ON THE WASHING MACHINE

Joy: 😳🤯

Renly: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU B

Renly: SO PROUD

Margaery: 🤯 indeed

Sansa: Is it hooking up if they’re actually together?

Sansa: Brienne, I’m so sorry, I tried to stop him.

Renly: its certainly not tender lovin on a cold tile floor

Joy: Renly!

Sansa: Sorry, Tyrion, too. I guess.

Margaery: I can see him outside, he still looks like he’s having an apoplexy

Joy: I think we’re having a collective apoplexy, to be honest.

Joy: Oh goodness gracious.

Joy: Brienne. The laundry room?

Renly: maybe jaime needed a hand

Sansa: Renly, enough.

Renly: never

Margaery: I think Tyrion has his phone in his hand.

Margaery: Oops.

Margaery: waves at Tyrion

Joy: I can’t stop laughing.

Joy: The. Laundry. Room.

Tyrion: I am muting this thread. Effective Immediately. Possibly Forever.

Margaery: Tyrion!

Renly: bang bang bangity bang

Sansa: Stop singing, Renly!

Margaery: I said uh bang bang bangity bang!

Sansa: MARGAERY!

Joy: 🤭🤣

Sansa: Brienne is going to have your heads for this.

Sansa: You saw what she did to Jaime and she’s actually dating him.

Joy: 😍🥰😍😘😍😘😍😘😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

Margaery: shes humming along brienen

Sansa: Lies!

Joy: I… might be humming, too.

Renly: its her own fault

Renly: for the bangityness in the laundry room

Renly: but that seems the theme for the week maybe

Renly: love and banging all around except for poor jon

Joy: That’s right! Who is Jon?

Renly: margie this is the prt where you tell her about you and sansa confessin ur undying love

Joy: ...

Joy: WHAT?

(The end.)

#jaime x brienne #jb fic #braime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #nonsensegermanname #my fic #backpfeifengesicht #the sequel!#of sorts

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staytheb · 3 years

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Pairing: SF9′s Youngbin x OC [Seul] || TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] ] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,453 Summary: Seul and Yeon are having a female-only bonding time before attending to their respective bosses after the outing.

Warning: none... i’m pretty sure.

hello! it’s been awhile hasn’t it? had writer’s block but eventually found some inspiration and came up with this. anyways, this is the Office Life with Yeon and Seul which i’ll make a separate post soon as it’ll get crowded later if i continued writing for these pairs lol but yeah, i think that’s about it. so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Yeon held a large leaf in hand whereas Seul held the clear umbrella over them with one hand as the sisters looked at one another with smiles on their faces to which they posed for the so-called candid shot in request of their mother and soon-to-be stepmother.

"Ooh, lovely, girls!"

Narae exclaimed as she proudly took the picture of her two daughters before looking over at her ex-husband's fiancee.

"Don't you think, Sanghee?"

"Yes, Narae. They're quite lovely."

Sanghee then glanced at Jangmi in her arms.

"Right, Jangmi? Mommy and Auntie Yeonnie looked pretty, huh?"

"Pretty! Pretty!" Jangmi cooed with a laugh as Sanghee continued speaking.

"That's right. You can't tell that they were annoyed with us at all throughout the day."

Jangmi agreed with a happy-go-lucky attitude as the older women chuckled leaving the younger two to eyed them a bit annoyed. Of course Jangmi had no clue what was going on besides knowing that she was having a grand time.

"Obviously." Yeon curtly responded while fingering the plant between her index finger and thumb before handing it to Jangmi.

"When y'all wanted to talk about the future of our soon-to-siblings, I didn't expect to be out here at Dream Forest having a grandmother-mother-daughter-granddaughter-auntie-niece whatever bonding time."

"Yeah," Seul agreed while handing the clear umbrella to her daughter as Sanghee set her down as the little one ran about them.

"Although I don't really mind, but we haven't even talked much. Just sight-seeing."

"If we did that, then we knew that Yeon wouldn't come." Sanghee explained with a knowing look.

"Um, yeah."

Yeon shot them a pointed look.

"I wouldn't even be wearing this dress if it was my choice."

"But you look so beautiful, my daughter." Narae cooed. "I can't imagine how you'll look at the wedding for Sanghee and Kisuk soon."

"Or for yours and Yongin." Sanghee added with a similar attitude.

Both women gushed at the idea of their weddings, but also that the other three would be a part of it. Yeon's face scrunched at both possibilities being very likely soon as Seul shoulder her with a mischievous look.

"Yeah, two events where you'll have to be all dressed up."

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I still have to go dress shopping for Sanghee's engagement party."

"Yeah, you still have several weeks before then." Sanghee smiled as Yeon sighed tiredly.

"But I still have to get dressed up."

"Oh, you'll live." Narae told her eldest daughter before taking another photo with a grin.

Narae took a few more of her granddaughter.

"No wonder you get that from her." Yeon remarked to Seul as the younger sister chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways," Seul changed the topic, "What else is on the agenda for today?"

"Nothing really." Narae answered with Sanghee nodding.

"Yeah. We mainly just wanted to get away for a few hours."

"Seriously?"

Yeon was not amused.

"We could've gone literally anywhere outside of Seoul for a better scene."

"Well, technically, it was more for the two of you then us." Narae explained with a sheepish look. "Sanghee mentioned some incidents at work and we both agreed that the two of you needed some relaxation in your schedule."

Sanghee held up a hand in her defense.

"To be truthful, it was just our idea. Kisuk is still unaware that the two of you work at EDAM since the both of you have applied under an alias."

"Okay, but y'all still could've just told us that, too." Seul said with a firm tone. "It's not like we're three."

"That's quite true." Narae agreed before shooting her daughters a knowing look. "But the same goes for the two of you when applying for a job outside either family's workplaces. You could've just rejected the positions we had aligned for you."

"Nah, Dad would've forced us either way."

Seul remarked as Sanghee nodded knowing that was the truth.

"Yes, that's true. Kisuk seems like the type."

Narae changed the subject a second later.

"Yes, he very much is. Anyways, let's get lunch on our way back home. Jangmi you're hungry, right?"

"Yeah! Food! Let's go!"

Jangmi charged on ahead as the umbrella and leaf in each hand moved about her in motion while the quartet followed suit with smiles on their faces. The quintet enjoyed a nice meal at a nearby restaurant while discussing Sanghee's engagement party as well as the future of the newborns. After that both Narae and Sanghee went about their own day leaving the trio to return home after stopping by a bakery along the day.

"Can Auntie have some of your milk bread?"

Yeon asked her niece while placing her hand near the said dessert.

"No."

Jangmi declined with a giggle as she moved the treat away from Yeon's reach.

"Are you three, too?"

Seul questioned her sister with Yeon frowning.

"Um, yeah I am because that was mine before your daughter wanted to trade because she didn't like the mango yogurt."

"Then you should've just ordered her the same thing than let her decide."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted Jangmi to decide for herself since she liked how the drink looked."

Yeon went back to eating the yogurt while watching her niece happily tear apart the milk bun. Seul scoffed with a knowing smile.

"Sucks for you."

Yeon ignored her as Seul answered a call that came shortly after.

"Hello?"

Seul immediately muted the call while facing her sister.

"Um, it's my boss. I'll be back."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy got a call, okay. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie, okay?"

"Otay!"

Jangmi responded cheerfully as Seul cast the two a smile before standing and walking out of the shop. Yeon watched her sister before facing her niece.

"If auntie buys another one, then you won't take that one, right?"

"No."

Jangmi giggled while chewing a piece of the condensed milk bread as Yeon knew that her niece was lying, but smiled anyways.

"Hey," Came Seul's voice as she returned, "I have to run some errands for my boss. Will you be able to watch Jangmi alone?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Do what you gotta do." Yeon told her sister.

"Thanks."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy gotta work. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie until I'm done. Okay?"

"Otay. Love you."

Jangmi puckered her lips as Seul leaned closer for a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, and Mommy loves you, too."

Seul returned the same gestured before leaving with the umbrella that Yeon handed to her.

"Okay, so it's just you and me, MiMi. What do you wanna do after this?"

~~~~~~~

"Thank you for taking care of this errand on short notice, Ms. Lee. I really appreciate it."

Youngbin thanked Seul with a grateful smile as she brought him the Milkis cake from Tous Les Jours for a business function at the Four Seasons Hotel. He noticed her attire with a slight frown as the pair met at the front desk.

"I didn't pull you away from a previous engagement, did I? You didn't get caught in the rain either, I hope."

Seul shook her head.

"Oh, no. You didn't and the rain was very light out, but you're welcome, Mr. Kim. Luckily, I was nearby after an outing with family."

She vaguely informed him as she knew that Youkyoung was supposed to have ordered the cake and have it deliver beforehand, but no order was made and it left Seul to scramble at the last minute on her boss' behalf. Youngbin was unable to get a hold of his secretary as well.

"Oh, okay. That's good to hear."

Seul cast him a small smile.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Kim?"

"No. I should be fine now. Thank you, Ms. Lee."

He looked about him before returning his gaze onto his personal assistant.

"Hopefully Ms. Seo will arrive and I won't have to bother you too much."

"Well, I am your personal assistant and it is my job to take care of errands and other miscellaneous things that Ms. Seo is unable to."

"Yes, very true. Well, Ms. Lee, have a wonderful evening."

"And the same to you, Mr. Kim."

Seul cast him one more polite smile before turning away. Her attention soon drifted to another part of the lobby upon recalling Sanghee wanted to have her engagement here at the same hotel. The hall was large and consisted of an indoor pool along with an amazing view. This piqued Seul's curiosity as she entered.

"Wow, this is really pretty."

She said to no one in particular as she moved closer to view the outside better, but avoided being close to the pool itself as she didn't have spare clothes to change into if she did get fully wet.

"No wonder Sanghee wants her party here. This will definitely be beautiful at night."

There were other guests of the hotel and of the business function scattered about in the room as well.

"Whoa, Yiseul Park, is that you I see looking so lovely right now?" Dawon said with a surprised teasing tone in seeing his friend and fellow colleague.

"What are you doing here?"

Seul turned and made a face at him using her real name.

"It's Seul Lee, remember?"

"Oh, right. Work-related. You and Yeon both. My bad."

Dawon chuckled as he neared.

"I thought you were on a family outing. Why are you working?"

"Youkyoung didn't bring the cake for your boss and I had to do it."

"He's your boss, too."

"Mmhmm. Anyways, why are you wandering around? Shouldn't you be mingling with the others and assisting Mr. Kim and what not?"

"The talk gets boring over the years and they have really long speeches that really makes no sense to which I don't have to listen in on as that's Youngbin's job. Anyways, I'm also trying to avoid a certain someone at the moment and do not want to meet their boss. By the way, you looked good in that dress."

"Thanks. You're not so shabby in your own get-up."

Dawon made a face.

"It's gets stuffy at times, but I can't wait until this is over and I could get out of this."

Just as Seul was gonna comment she was suddenly bumped from behind and stumbled into the pool.

"Yiseul!" Dawon called for her while turning to face the person that caused it.

"Seriously, Yuri?"

"It was an accident. It's not like I purposely did it."

Yuri countered. She was the person he was trying to avoid

"Right and the fact that you didn't fall in either."

"I righted myself before I could."

Dawon ignored her.

"Yiseul!"

Seul resurfaced as she tread water to stay afloat while making sure all of her belongings didn't float away. Dawon called his friend's name and she waddle on over to him.

"I got you."

Seul reached for Dawon's outstretched hand as he pulled her closer to the edge of the pool. She coughed up the water as she breathed in air until her breathing returned to normal.

"What just happened?"

She looked at her friend as he motioned with his head towards Yuri.

"She happened."

"Who's she?"

"The one I mentioned earlier."

"I see."

Before Dawon could help Seul get out of the pool, Yuri pulled him away.

"C'mon. My boss is looking for you."

"Let go. I have other things to worry about."

"But she wants y-"

"I don't care."

"Dawon. It's fine. Just go before something else happens."

Seul told him as she managed to lift herself out of the pool and sat beside it.

"But-"

"I'm fine. Really."

"See, she's fine."

Dawon's jaw tightened as he looked at his friend. Seul gave him a nod that she was fine.

"C'mon, Dawon, let's go."

Yuri urged as she continued to pull on Dawon's arm. He shook her hold off of him with an annoyed look while casting his friend a worried look.

"Just call or message me when you get home. Okay?"

"I will."

"Alright, then. Take care."

"You, too."

Dawon cast Seul another concerned look before turning around and walking off. Yuri followed after him and tried to hold his hand, but he shook her hand away. Seul sighed wondering if the other woman thought she was competition, but recalled that she was the younger sister of Yuna. Seul scoffed at the idea that Yuri still clung to Dawn even after school when she knew that he would never like her back like that. Seul dismissed the thought as she wrung out her hair and dress with an even deeper sigh. Despite the whole dress being white she was glad that it wasn't see-through. She needed to dry off soon before returning home. Just as she stood up and had turned around, Youngbin was there with a towel for her.

"Are you cold?"

She eyed him weirdly not taking the towel.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not that long."

He continued to hold the towel for her to take. She tentatively took it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She placed it around her shoulders and noticed that he was still standing with her with no cake in hand.

"Shouldn't you get to the event?"

"Just some speeches going on that I just have to make sure to check in every now and then."

"Mmhmm. Well, thanks again. Where do I return the towel?"

Seul had removed the towel from around her as she used it to dry off the rest of her.

"Oh, they have a hamper at the changing room over there."

Youngbin pointed to the other side of the room that had a small area that disappeared around the corner.

"Okay, thanks."

Seul was about to walk off, but Youngbin stopped her.

"Hey, wait."

She watched as her boss began removing his suit jacket.

"Um, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but instead draped the fabric over her shoulders. He cast her a cheeky smile as he secure the jacket upon her.

"You can return it the next time you see me."

"Bu-"

"Sorry, gotta go. It's in your care for the time being."

Youngbin rushed off with a playful smile as Seul was left staring after him with furrowed eyebrows. She sighed, but nuzzled into the warm clothing.

"He's so weird. I'll see him the day after tomorrow."

Seul didn't ponder on it for long as she returned the towel, made a call to her sister using the front desk's phone, and drove to meet them as Jangmi wanted to go shopping.

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"Okay, MiMi. Mommy needs new clothes. Let's find her some."

Yeon informed her niece once they were on the fourth floor of the Shinsegae Department Store and had entered Lucky Chouette.

"Why?"

Jangmi asked while holding her aunt's hand as Yeon lead the both of them around.

"Something happened when she left. Let's pick something Mommy would like."

"Otay!"

Yeon received the call from Seul after she had explained what had occurred. Yeon thought it was stupid on how that played out, but told her sister that she was lucky she was in Myeongdong. Now here she was looking for something that Seul could wear for the mean time until they all got home. Yeon remembered her niece still had the plant from earlier and wondered why she hadn't tossed it.

"Jangmi. Why are you still holding the plant?"

"Because it's nice."

"I know, but it's becoming dried up. Let's toss it, yeah?"

"No. Auntie gave it to me."

"I know, but it'll ruin the other things here."

Jangmi frowned.

"But, it's so pretty."

Yeon reasoned with the child.

"Nex time, Auntie will give you something else, okay?"

Jangmi beamed as she handed her aunt the plant.

"Otay. Promise."

"Thank you and yes."

Jangmi giggled as she wandered a bit to choose something for her mother to wear as Yeon sighed with a smile. She knew her niece liked the piece of nature, but she really didn't want the toddler to spread it throughout the store and cause the staff to be inconvenienced. Yeon placed the plant inside her bag before focusing her attention on something for Seul to wear. Yeon had chosen a few pieces of clothing when she heard her niece called for her.

"Yes, MiMi?"

Yeon glanced at Jangmi and noticed that a little boy was with her. She kneel to be at eye-level with a concerned look.

"Hi. Jangmi, who's your friend?"

"This is Howon. He lost his uncle."

She introduced the other toddler as Howon held back tears, but still sniffled.

"Oh. Well, hi, Howon."

She glanced about her and wondered if the boy's uncle was still in the store or something. Yeon stood again to scout for the boy's uncle, but there were only other females walking about. She kneel to Howon's eye-level again.

"Um, where was the last time you saw your uncle?"

"I don't know."

The boy replied and Yeon wondered how she was supposed to find his family member.

"Okay. Let's go to the front and see if we can find your uncle, Howon."

Yeon decided to head to the front to purchase the clothes while informing the staff of what had occurred. Just when Yeon was informing the boy of his new situation, Howon became upset. In the end she left her contact with the staff while Yeoon took both children to Vecchia e Nuovo which was a restaurant and bakery on the same floor as Lucky Chouette. Both children were hungry and Yeon thought it would be better if they were still in the same area for the uncle to find his nephew. After ordering Yeon messaged Seul about the situation and a moment later her boss' name popped up calling.

"Hello, Mr. Lee?"

Yeon answered with a confused tone.

"Uh, yes. I'm Yiyeon Park. How do you know that? Oh, uh yes, he's with me."

Yeon glanced at Howon learning that he was the nephew of Sangyeon.

"Um, we're at Vecchia e Nuovo. Uh, yes, we've already ordered."

The pair were too engrossed with the menu as they made a game out of it to listen in on Yeon's conversation.

"Yes we're on the fourth level. Ah, yes. See you soon."

Yeon ended the call while looking over at Howon.

"Howon, you're uncle will b-"

"Uncle!"

Howon exclaimed upon seeing Sangyeon entered the restaurant a moment later. Yeon's gaze went to the male as she watched the pair soon hug while her boss informed his nephew that he shouldn't have wandered and all that other stuff. Sangyeon's attention went to his secretary.

"Thank you for watching him, Ms. Lee."

"Um, you're welcome, Mr. Lee."

"Hi."

Jangmi greeted Sangyeon with a smile upon remembering him.

"Hi, to you, too."

Sangyeon greeted in a softer tone than he did Yeon.

"Did you and Howon become good friends?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah, Jangmi gave me this."

Howon held the leaf that Yeon had put away earlier. She couldn't resist the pair when they begged to see and play with it.

"Yeah, it's a token from something earlier today."

Yeon shot Sangyeon a small smile hoping he wouldn't probed further.

"I see. Did you say thank you?"

"Mmhmm."

Soon the staff brought out their meal and Yeon suggested for Sangyeon to join them so that Howon could eat before leaving.

"I want to sit next to auntie." Howon stated as he moved to sit next to Yeon.

"You don't want to sit next to me?" Sangyeon asked.

"Nope."

"But I want to sit next to auntie." Jangmi whined as she stood off to the side.

"You can sit next to uncle." Howon suggested, but Jangmi frowned.

"No."

This caused Sangyeon to slightly pout as he played along with the kids.

"No one wants to sit next to me?"

The pair shook their heads as Yeon stifled a laugh which caused her boss to glance at her. Upon seeing his supposed hurt look Yeon couldn't help but let the words flow on out from her mouth.

"Are you jealous?"

"Not at all." He replied nonchalantly while composing himself.

"I see."

Eventually, Yeon managed to get Howon to sit with his uncle leaving Jangmi to sit beside her. It wasn't that bad as the quartet ate and talk for a while before Seul messaged her sister. Yeon decided to cut their meal short after informing Sangyeon about the situation with her sister. The four bid one another goodbyes before parting. Yeon hoped that her boss wouldn't ask about her real name and just let things be, but she received a messaged later that day with him asking if he should address her with Park instead of Lee. Yeon didn't respond and would deal with it on Monday.

#staytheb #tbzfics #the boyz scenarios #sf9 scenarios #lee sangyeon #kim youngbin

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the-darklings · 5 years

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—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖;

pairing: quentin beck x reader

word count: 1.3k+

summary: “It would be slow. The unravelling.”

an: well...you all knew this was coming lol. anyway, heads up for spoilers for far from home (they’re minimal but still). hope you enjoy~~

EDIT: PART 2

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes moved to you slowly, and you watched as his thoughtful expression twisted into one of confusion, uncertainty.

“About your family,” you clarified awkwardly, nodding your head towards the ring he kept absentmindedly touching. “It must have been...I guess I kinda know what that’s like and just wanted—you know what? Nevermind. Fury probably wants me for something—”

“No, please, wait,” he quickly interrupted, his fingers wrapping around your wrist and you ignored the spike of adrenaline at his proximity. At having to battle down the instincts installed into you for years to take out the threat. “I would be honoured if you told me. If you don’t mind sharing, that is. It was...it was difficult for me to address it earlier.”

You gazed at him for a moment, trying to gauge his sincere expression but there was just something about him. There was something about Quentin Beck that didn’t sit right with you. At all.

The first time Fury had introduced you, he had looked at you with a too wide, too gleaming smile. Like somehow you standing there should be impossible. The smile had made his already handsome features even more striking but a shiver had crawled down your spine when you saw it. For it held an almost malicious, cutting edge to it when he grasped your hand in his.

“I’m...I’m sorry. I just never expected,” he had whispered then, breathless and shaky, the grip on your hand almost painfully tight. “I never dared to hope that this Earth...that you would be here too.”

And then he had lifted your hand in front of everyone and kissed it. You snatched it back as quickly as possible but the damage was done. Quentin pulled away too; awkward and apologetic, and although his words had rung false in your ears, Fury stepped in nevertheless, pacifying the situation immediately. The long look he shared with Maria after the moment was over was almost impossible to miss for a trained eye though.

You had agreed to move past the uncomfortable first encounter to deal with the Elementals situation but things remained tense between you.

Over the past week, you caught Quentin looking at you often. Sometimes with curiosity, sometimes with a thoughtful expression on his face. Most often than not though, his face was carefully blank. But you couldn’t help but read something close to annoyance in the subtle pursing of his lips and the tightens around his eyes whenever he gazed at you.

Fury had been clear though: whatever issues you had, you had to sort out. Beck was proving to be the best and only weapon against these destructive monstrosities.

“My dad,” you blurted out, tugging your wrist away when he continued holding on. He let you go, fingers lingering for a moment too long, and you cleared your throat, glancing away and then back at him. His expression was mild, open, intently focused on you and you licked your lips unsurely. You hoped that by talking with him and clearing the air, you would be making your work situation easier but now you weren’t so sure anymore. “During the Blip? For me, it was a split second. Blink, he’s alive. Blink, he’s gone. He...he died thinking I was dead. I wish I could...I wish I could just let him know, you know? So, I’m sorry this happened to you. I really am.”

“You were close to him on my Earth,” he said after a beat, his words soft—like a secret. “He loved you dearly.”

“You knew my dad?” you asked quietly, unsurely, a lump suddenly in your throat. “How?”

He gave a one-shouldered shrug, almost forcefully casual before glancing down, “We were friends,” he said simply. Like that was supposed to explain everything.

“Do you kiss all your friends upon seeing them?”

That gave him a pause, his eyes flickering back to your face, eyebrows pinching, “We were...close.”

“Close, huh?” you repeated, crossing your arms over your chest, unable to shake the sceptic sting you felt at his words, “And what did...other me and you talk about, exactly?”

This time, he moved from his spot against the wall, coming to a stop only inches away, “Well you liked my powers a lot,” he said lowly. “Give me your hands.”

“Excuse me?”

His smile was slow, almost sly, “Don’t you trust me?”

You tried not to snort at his words, eyes narrowed as you looked at him, unmoving. He waited patiently, a certain smugness about his features that said he already knew he won. Your curiosity would win out—he was betting on it. Eventually, you relented, reluctantly extending your hands his way with a small huff he was too close to miss.

Quentin cradled your hands in his carefully, turning them palms up with his own hands resting under yours, and gave you a grave look, suddenly serious, “Deep breaths. This is very important.”

Suddenly alarmed, you glanced at him sharply, “What are you—”

But you got your reply the next second.

Familiar green vapour started forming at the palm of your hands and you gasped, trying to jerk back on instinct.

“Shhh,” Quentin soothed, his grip tightening immediately, expression wavering. “Don’t move, it’s harder to concentrate.”

Eyes wide and lips parted, you stared in mute awe as tiny green tornadoes started forming in your hands, swirling lazily into life.

“Oh wow,” you breathed quietly, staring at your hands, momentarily mesmerized. Until a moment later, an alarming thought crossed your mind. “My hands aren't going to...fall off or something, right?”

He laughed at that, one corner of his mouth curving to side as he peered at you. For the first time since you met him, the almost mischievous expression on his face appeared genuine.

“Not unless you sneeze,” he pointed out idly, tone light enough that you knew he was joking, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Like it?”

“They’re fine,” you replied coolly with a tilt of your chin and he nodded stagely, still grinning smugly before the small tornadoes started fading from your palms. “I’m not really fond of tricks, to be honest,” you added when the last of the green mist disappeared.

Eyebrows arching, Quentin allowed you to pull your hands back, “And why not? People find them entertaining.”

Giving him a measured look, you finally replied, “‘Cause the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he never existed. Basically, it’s all lies.”

His smile widened, all teeth, and you shifted unsurely, feeling lost at his reaction. He shook his head slightly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “You're still the same, huh? I’m glad this world has you. And I look forward to getting to know you soon.”

You absently wondered why the last part almost sounded like a threat.

With one last look at you, he moved to walk past but you turned with him, “Quentin.”

He froze in his tracks, his back still turned to you and the crisp red cape only accenting the width of his broad shoulders. “Yes?”

“In your world,” you began slowly, dreading the answer you already knew. “You said that everyone died. That includes me, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed, turning to look at you, expression grievous and gaze impossibly sad. “Yes, you did. In my arms.”

And then he walked away without another word, and you tried—and failed—to fight back the sudden chill in your bones.

And the sadness.

. . .

It would be slow.

The unravelling.

Tantalizingly, beautifully slow. But he could be patient if needed.

Who was he to overlook potential right in front of him?

He was a man who turned problems into solutions after all.

Every story needed a hero.

And every hero needed someone to love and protect. To cherish and motivate him.

He could do that. So very easily, he thought, glancing back at you over his shoulder.

Yes. The unravelling will be delicate work, dedicated work, but the end result will be oh so sweet.

. . .

an: let’s just pretend that Quentin always snuck in at least one drone everywhere he went in case he needed to embellish his story by displaying “casual” power as someone with his type of ability would likely be expected to do.

also, thank you, Mr. Beck, for punching through my Writer’s Death (calling it a Block feels too nice). if you would like to see more of this absolute drama queen let me know, and thank you for reading!

#quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #mysterio x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #jake gyllenhaal #spider man #spider man far from home #mysterio #spffh spoilers #ffh spoilers #I WROTE SOMETHING I WROTE SOMETHING I WR—#fic: unravelling series

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peterstanslizzie · 4 years

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Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 2 Episode 6)

Episode Title: Fun Gus Part 2

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to handle spoilers.

1. Finally! The three cloaked individuals have revealed their identities to us and they’re humans just like I predicted too. They also have managed to steal the giant collar from Scarlemagne and the leader, who we still don’t know her name surprises me and asks the others to put the collar around the Mega Monkey. I thought they wanted to bring it as far away as possible from the monkey? Well, the monkey understands what she’s asking them to do and goes on to attack her before escaping its den.

2. Back in Kipo’s parents old apartment; Kipo, Wolf and Benson are spooked by the fungus mute with the toddler voice. It decides to come out of hiding and reveals itself to them. It’s actually kind of cute and he calls himself “Fun Gus”. Ahhh, so that’s where the name of the episode title comes from lol. We also know that Dave and Mandu are fine but Fun Gus considers them as his toys now.

3. They try to convince him to give them back but Fun Gus isn’t budging. Realizing that he’s just a kid, Kipo asks him if he would like for ALL of them, including Dave and Mandu to read him a story, to which he agrees but wants to be the one to read it. Whilst he’s reading Kipo’s mom’s journal, they use this distraction as an opportunity to find their friends.

4. Fun Gus is actually reading the part in Song’s journal where Kipo stopped last episode and it’s the part about Song discovering she grew fur. So we get another flashback of the past:

5. Song and Lio are trying to make sense of what’s happening to her; Song thinks that it could be the result of Kipo’s stem cells passing to her via “microchirerism”, which is basically a fancy term for what they just explained to us. They’re worried about their lab team members finding out about this or else they will use her work to turn mutes back into animals. So they need to give them a good excuse to allow Song to not come to work.

6. I think the question here is how did the animals of Las Vistas become mutes in the first place? Was it through experiments conducted by humans? Like if you were to ask me if turning back the mutes into animals is a good thing, I can’t really give you an answer.

7. Lio comes up with the idea to tell them she needs to be quarantined at home because she has burrow pox, which DOES NOT EXIST! So Lio has been lying to Kipo for all her life but again...why? Is her mom living her life as a full jaguar mute now with no recollection of her old memories? That seems quite likely.

8. Kipo is now caught off guard by this new revelation and thinks that her mother might still be alive. They also wonder if she’s taken away by the scientists or possibly even Scarlemagne. Fun Gus then pops up from inside a cupboard and asks them if they’re still listening to him. Kipo comes up with another idea and that is to play hide and go seek with him; If they manage to find Dave and Mandu, they can win them back.

9. Meanwhile, the Umlaut snakes are being tied up by the Nobles and they’re forced to attend Scarlemagne’s coronation; Well, at least they’re not dead. Anyways, Scarlemagne finally notices that the collar isn’t with them anymore and that the Mega Monkey has ran off.

10. As Kipo, Wolf and Benson are trying to find their friends, Kipo tries to use her heightened sense of smell to track them by making her jaguar nose appear. And very shortly after, they manage to find them. But Fun Gus still wants to play; Ugh, he’s starting to really annoy me.

11. Scarlemagne and the Nobles are also doing some searching of their own but the Mega Monkey trapped his Nobles in a net, leaving only himself to capture her. Without the collar, how exactly is Scarlemagne going to control her again since the Mega Monkey is really strong.

12. Our main characters unfortunately have no other choice but to play with Fun Gus. But eventually, they manage to trick him into closing his eyes, thinking that it’s a game and he also ends up falling asleep. However, they can’t escape just yet because Kipo still doesn’t think that her mom’s journal is the anchor she needs and she wants to keep looking by continuing to read through the journal.

13. We head back to the flashback and Lio reveals to Song that the scientists are getting suspicious of her burrow pox and he thinks they should leave tonight. Song isn’t feeling so good and it’s not because of what he said but it’s cuz she’s in LABOR! It then fast forwards post-delivery and they’re on the bed with baby Kipo. That was quick! LOL. And she’s already showing signs of her jaguar-nature.

14. It’s also revealed that the reason why they made Kipo a hybrid is so that she and the future generation of humans will be able to live safely on the surface since mutes are the dominant group now. Ahh, that makes sense. If that’s the case, then I respect their decision to make their child a science experiment lol. They decide to start packing to head up to the surface world to avoid getting caught. And they’re also bringing Hugo aka Scarlemagne with them. Hmm...

15. I think if you put two and two together, it’s safe to say that the scientists that Lio and Song were trying to run away from are these three humans here. And we find out the leader’s name is Dr. Emilia and the guy in the group is called Zane. Yeap, it’s obvious that they were the scientists. No wonder they are so adamant in stopping Scarlemagne. The Mega Monkey was also Dr. Emilia’s experiment for 13 years it seems. I guess she was trying to find a way to turn her back into a regular monkey?

16. Back to Kipo and the others; Fun Gus is really angry at them for attempting to trick him and he goes crazy and starts attacking them. Someone needs to drop kick this kid for real lol. He needs to get a permanent time out. He traps Wolf, Benson and Dave in his webs of fungus, leaving Kipo and Mandu to try to find a way to rescue them.

17. Wow, this episode has a lot of revelations, huh? Scarlemagne says that Dr. Emilia stole his pheromones to control the Mega Monkey and he’s asking the monkey if she wants to get her revenge on the doctor. But the monkey doesn’t seem so sure about it.

18. Kipo is trying to find Mulholland to plead for him to help them and he arrives really quickly lol. I guess that’s why he randomly showed up last episode. And just like that, Mulholland manages to save her friends by putting Fun Gus to sleep and feeding off his brain energy. Wait, why did they have to skip through so much? They didn’t show a bunch of things before this. Anyways, Mulholland is starting to find it difficult to hold him off for long.

19. Back to the flashbacks of Kipo’s parents and Kipo as a baby; They took a family selfie of the three of them and place the photo in between the pages of the journal. I reckon the photo is supposed to be Kipo’s anchor. They hear a knock on the door and they decide to split up to keep Kipo safe with Song staying behind to answer whomever is behind the door. I guess this is the last time she saw Kipo... ugh so sad.

20. Fun Gus isn’t so fun anymore (in fact, he’s really scary lol) but all of them manage to escape! Phew! Mulholland was really useful here and he tells them that he will be around to help them whenever they need him. After Mulholland leaves, Kipo is frustrated that she isn’t able to feel the anchor in the journal and throws the book towards the ground.

21. Wolf notices the family photo sticking out of it and hands it over to her. She gets emotional looking at it and feels that this photo is the anchor she needs. However, she realizes that there’s fur sticking out of her mom’s arm and it’s not jaguar fur. Oh snap! Her mom is the Mega Monkey! I kinda had a hunch that she was but I wasn’t so sure because didn’t she experiment with jaguar DNA on Kipo? I guess there might’ve been a mix-up? Also, does Lio know that his wife is the Mega Monkey? Again, why didn’t he tell Kipo the truth about her mom being part-mute too?

22. Meanwhile, the Nobles have surrounded the Mega Monkey aka Song and they start spraying the pheromones all around her. In the end, she gets mind-controlled again unfortunately. Wait wait wait....so does Dr. Emilia know that the monkey is Song all along? I guess not because she would’ve addressed her by her real name, no? But she’s been her experiment for 13 years; Couldn’t she have discovered that the monkey has had human DNA?

23. As Scarlemagne, the Nobles and Song are walking back to the Court (I assume), Kipo sees them and starts getting emotional, knowing that the monkey is most definitely her mother. And because of this, she transforms into a FULL-ON Mega Jaguar and runs after them. However, she left her anchor, the family photo and without it, she could get lost in her full form forever. So, the episode ends with Wolf, Benson, Dave and Mandu trying to catch up to her.

24. I just got chills y’all! OMG, this show is so good. I can’t believe the Mega Monkey has been Song all along! Although like I said earlier, I did think of that as a possibility before. And now, we have Kipo in her full Mega Jaguar form. This should be good but of course, she needs to keep her anchor with her at all times.

25. Thank you guys so much for reading my review of episode 6. I had such a blast. Stay tuned tomorrow for when I will post my review of episode 7. Till then, bye!

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1051

Are you between the ages of 30 & 40? I still have to get through nearly another decade to get to that decade.

What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon growing up? My favorites were The Wild Thornberrys and Little Bill, both on Nickelodeon. My sister and I also enjoyed this wacky show called The Upside Down Show but it wasn’t a cartoon.

What was your favorite toy as a child? I liked any toy that had a lot of buttons or features within it - dollhouses, kitchen sets, cash registers, toy phones, anything that could make me test how much it could do.

In High School did you wear acid washed jeans? No. It’s not a style I would be drawn to, then and now.

How much was a gallon of gasoline when you first started driving? I don’t know; I never paid much attention to gas prices, honestly.

What was your first car? It’s a 2014 (or 2015?) Mitsubishi Mirage I’m still using today, though it was my dad who paid for it and he’s the one who takes it out for oil changes and stuff.

Who taught you how to drive? My dad taught me a few times around the neighborhood, but he also enrolled me for like three classes in a driving school so that I got to learn how to drive in a highway.

What was your high school mascot? Both of my schools didn’t have any. My university does have a nickname for our varsity teams, but we’re simply just ‘Maroons’ and not an animal like what I usually see.

Did you go to your Senior Prom? We had a junior prom, nothing for senior year. I was invited to go to the senior ball in another school by Mike, though. That feels like ages ago; everything is so different now.

What did you do after graduation? After my high school graduation I went straight to college like most kids here. After graduating college, I immediately started looking for jobs; I landed an internship after a month and got absorbed into the company two months after.

What was your first job? I’m currently working as an associate at a public relations agency. This is my first job and for now, I’m content in staying in this career. This is where I set out to be when I was in college and I don’t feel the need to change paths any time soon.

What did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be an astronaut more than anything else, but I remember also wanting to be a firefighter or a vet.

Any posters on your bedroom walls growing up? I had a handful of wrestling posters that my mom was never a fan of. It was never her business since it’s my room, but she always made it the case.

Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? It may have been at Marielle’s debut, five Julys ago. She served beer at the afterparty of her 18th birthday party, and I think I had taken my first sip then.

Did you ever try cigarettes? Yeah, I started this year actually. I’m about to reach my first anniversary of trying my first cigarette :/ I don’t have a lot of them though and I haven’t smoked since like February or March, I think.

How did you spend your summers growing up? At home. My parents were always busy with work, so I had no choice but to myself occupied at home. Luckily I had siblings and cousins, so we were always playing with each other. My summers were never productive until I was in college, when I started making the effort to go out more.

If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? Ahh idk man I wish I wouldn’t have spent as much time by the computer as I did, and maybe hang out with friends or something instead. < Yeah this hits the bullseye pretty much. I was a very introverted teenager. Not to mention the internet and social media started to blow up during my tween/early teenage years, so I was hooked to my laptop and kept people away as a result. I didn’t start feeling like a teenager until I was 16, when I gained friends and got invited to more stuff.

Do you remember your first time? Yeah, it was during one of my 18th birthday celebrations and she was around.

Ever look back and wish some things were still the same? I do it a lot these days. I do try to stop, because I don’t know what I can gain out of doing so anymore, and because there’s always the danger of being left behind from looking back too much; but most days I can’t help it.

After high school - straight to college or straight to work? University, because you kinda need that credential where I live. It’s unfair, but it’s our reality.

How much did you make per hour at your first job? We don’t really calculate that here...I’ll try to do math for y’all lmao aka Google it, which says I make $2.34 an hour. Wow when you put it that way, it really does not sound high :/ I’m honestly okay with my pay though. I live with my parents so I contribute to the bills and stuff now, but even then there’s more than enough left for me. Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? My grandma’s kare-kare. It was/is always reserved for special occasions; and out of all her grandchildren I was also the one who got attached to the dish especially as I got older, so eventually kare-kare also became the family’s ‘Robyn is coming over so we better prepare this’ dish. I think I’m her only grandchild that she has an allotted dish for, so that makes me feel special :)

Favorite place to eat out growing up? The local Burger King, back when it had a play place for kids.

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born?: No, they have always lived in the Philippines. My mom has always wanted to migrate but my dad shoots it down every time.

Do you have a preferred coffee brand?: When it comes to coffee, no. I wanna try out everything. But when it comes to coffee shop ambience, Starbucks all the way.

Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money?: No. I remember Gab as always being very cautious, responsible, and conscious about money. Her parents sustained her debit card and I’m pretty sure they always gave her a little bit extra, but she never took more than her weekly allowance from the ATM.

If so, how did it affect the relationship?: Money was never an issue, mostly because the money we received during the course of our relationship wasn’t even ours lol; we both received set allowances from our parents. If one of us was running out of cash, we never hesitated to cover for each other first, and we never pressured one another to pay back immediately.

How often do you paint your nails?: Never.

Do you know anyone who's related to a current or former world leader?: Yeah, I went to high school with a relative of Duterte. She’s super secretive about it, which is pretty understandable. I’m friends with/went to classes with people who are grandchildren of senators and other politicians as well.

Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional?: ...I have no idea how to do that...I always just assumed it’s already taken care of when a part of my salary is deducted lol. I may have to ask my parents about this, whoops.

What is something you don't have any natural talent for?: Anything to do with music. Reading it, playing it, singing, writing songs, etc. Also art and anything to do with creativity.

Did you watch this year's Eurovision?: Ah, my favorite time of the year to mute all my overseas mutuals on Twitter at one point lmao. No, I never caugtht up with it.

Have there been any periods in your life that could be described as being chaotic?: Senior year was a big chaotic war zone. The death of my grandpa and my first breakup coincided with all the crucial college entrance exams. Speaking of college, it was also a period of a lot of heavy decision-making due to me having to make choices of what course I wanted to take in every school I applied to. I barely cried during those few months and it still shocks me to this day how I did it. That was the most I’ve been on autopilot.

What is something you frequently forget?: Where I place my car keys and/or glasses last.

If I looked in your fridge right now, what would I find?: Bread, eggs, a bunch of condiments, butter cheese, vegetables, leftovers, and the grazing box I received from my workplace yesterday. I’m sure there’s more, but I haven’t really stopped and stared at our fridge for a while now.

How do you feel about your body?: I used to feel fairly confident about it; like it was never an issue with me. But truthfully, after being dumped, I’ve started to feel insecure over everything about me.

Who is someone you would like to get to know better?: My teammates at work, Bea and Ysa. They both seem like cool and funny people both in and out of work, and I’d love to get to hang out with them.

If you had to move to a new city, where would you move?: Idk, just somewhere with a lot of opportunities to try new things and meet new people.

Have you ever traveled on a double-decker train?: Nope. I’ve never been on anything double-decker, if I remember correctly.

What's your opinion on assisted suicide?: [trigger warning] I’ve looked into it, but it’s a dead end where I live. That’s all I’ll say, as I don’t want to give others ideas.

At what point do you consider a relationship to be 'long-term?': Fuck if I know anymore. We reached six years and it was a point where I was comfortable and didn’t feel the need to doubt anymore; everything turned out to be a lie in the end. I don’t know anymore. I don’t think about these things anymore.

What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up?: My dad has always been a chef, so he went through all the ranks throughout my childhood until he finally got an executive position when I was in high school. I remember my mom being a receptionist.

Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired?: My dad is still in that career path but he doesn’t cook in the kitchen anymore, or at least as much as he used to. He does all the menu planning, evaluating, etc. My mom has shifted to becoming an executive secretary, but she’s still in the hotel industry.

Do you own any winter sports equipment?: I don’t. There’s no reason for me to have any.

Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan?: Prepaid.

Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? I can definitely see my mom reacting, but I know she knows I won’t let her get away with saying anything mildly offensive. My dad would just go on with his life and will care more about the fact that I’m seeing someone, lol.

Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? No. Schedule it ahead and let me know. I’m not always mentally okay and them showing up as a surprise might just make me more stressed than grateful.

Where are the following people and what are they doing: mom, dad, sibling(s), best friend, significant other, ex, and last person you kissed? My entire family is under the same roof in their bedrooms, either sleeping or having just woken up. Angela is in Parañaque, probably at a cousin’s place; no significant other; I have no idea where my ex, and also the last person I kissed, is. She doesn’t really have anything to do with me anymore.

How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? They’re there. I’d still take a bullet for them if it comes down to it, the usual shit. Let’s move on.

What was the last thing someone else bought for you? My workplace gave me a grazing box as the company Christmas gift.

If your parents looked in your purse/book bag would they find anything you don’t want them to see? What about your bedroom? Do you have anything hidden in there? My vape pens. I came home from Starbucks last weekend and my mom thought my breath smelled like cigarettes and she almost got super pissed until I was able to convince her the only thing I put in my mouth was coffee, so I know my 22 year old, employed, self-earning ass would for sure still get in trouble if I was discovered to be vaping.

How close are you to the last person you hung out with? Can you be your complete self around them? It was the first time I met them and they are also my bosses, so I can’t exactly be my complete self around them yet. I had to act super reserved and to essentially make a good impression first before I start whipping out my jokes or whatever.

If you decided to call your ex right now, do you think he/she would answer? How would the conversation go? No, she’d reject it and tell me to text instead. If she was feeling snappy she would also tell me I’m no longer in the place to contact her that way. Sigh. Who is she anymore and why is she so different from the person I was with?

Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? No.

Is music a daily part of your life? It’s not. Videos, more like.

Yellow nail polish: yes or no? Bright or neon yellow is a no, but I suppose more muted shades like mustard yellow can work for me.

What do you think of country music? Eh, not a fan. I would skip it in a second, and I never think about it.

Have you ever ended a relationship but wish you could’ve kept it a little longer? I’ve never ended a relationship.

Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Yes...that’s not an event I would’ve wanted to miss out on lol. That was a nice day. My grandparents came to watch me, and we had dinner at a revolving restaurant after.

If you could live the last three months over again, is there anything you’d change? Everything went to shit exactly three months ago, so this hits home very hard for me. Yes, I would change a lot of things for life not to have gone the way it has.

Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? My mom. I would be creeped out and tell my dad immediately.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Melancholic.

Who was the first person you talked to today? What did you talk about? I haven’t talked to anyone yet today. I was thinking of replying to Aliyah’s comment on my Facebook post, but in the end I didn’t think a response was necessary.

When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? I don’t wear makeup.

Did you do anything sexual last night? No.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? She has three children, me included.

Did any of your friends lose their virginity before they were 16? If so, did you feel pressured to do the same? I don’t think my friends did, but I probably know other people who did. My baby asexual ass definitely didn’t feel the pressure. I was even scared shitless for my first kiss when it came time for it and I had kept putting it off that night.

Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile today? No.

Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? With my previous relationship, it did in the beginning; eventually I just stopped caring.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? I think it may have been Andrew.

Do you like where you are in life right now? No. I don’t know if a new year would make it better, or if it would help give me a healthier mindset. I just have to wait and see.

Do you hate it when there is a fly around you? Very much.

Is your mom overbearing? She can be.

Is there snow where you live? Never.

#survey #surveys

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joyxsoul · 5 years

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han jisung as ur boyfriend

-lmao there’s so many of these, but here’s another !! (highschool au rlly lol)

-okay, so u two met at school in ur senior year. he was a class clown type, always making jokes, being loud with his friends annoying every one of his teachers along the way.

-bUt, you made him soft !! like the instant he saw you, a little smile was on his face, making his friends (especially his best friend Felix) tease lil jisung, wondering who, or what could have made him this flustered

-i mean, he stopped talking for a full two hours after he saw you, your power

-anyways !!

-you had a couple of classes together, being history and english, and jisung just loved to watch you whenever there was free time between lectures

-it sounds hella creepy (it kinda was), but the way you scrunched your nose when you were concentrated, or your smirk when you finally figured something out or finished a project made his heart jump in his chest

-you were making THE han jisung shut up

-(like i said, your power :3)

-eventually, he grew the courage to talk to you (which included a pep talk from all of his closest friends, making him stand in front of the mirror and scream, “YOU ARE THE SHIT !!”)

-his tactic was to start with a pick-up line, a very classy, “on a scale of one to america, how free are you tonight ?”

-hyunjin cringed listening to that one, seungmin was sure jisung had blew it and was gonna beat his ass after

-you were a bit surprised; you two weren’t in the same friend group and you hadn’t been seated together at any point

-but you DEFINITELY knew who he was bc who in this school didn’t know his group (a weird combination of crackheads, intellects, and stoners)

-i’ll let you decide who the stoners are in skz ;)

-being as easygoing as you were, you just laughed, responding with “are you from tennessee ? because you’re the only ten i see”

-jisung thought he was going to piss his pants he was so nervous

-glad that he hadn’t completely ruined his image in front of you, he pulled out the empty chair beside you and struck up a conversation, most likely something related to the substitute asleep at the teacher’s desk

- you guys began to talk more often, working together on various projects, “studying” in the library (all it was was him pointing out random people in a textbook and saying, ‘that’s you’), and sitting together at lunch

-one night, he was facetiming you about homework for your history class. it was probably around 10 pm, and he spent most of the call complaining about how the pizza place messed up his order and gave him pepperoni instead of cheese

-he had this gray hoodie on; he looked so tired and you constantly fussed over how he should get some more sleep, but he looked so cute in-

-wait did you just call him cute

-you couldn’t lie, jisung was attractive; his almond shaped eyes, his heart shaped mouth, his fluffy long hair, how his nickname was ‘quokka’ due to his face and his personality, how he texted you every morning and night, the way he said your name-

- “y/n ? is something wrong ? stop staring at my face.”

-oh shit you have a crush on han jisung

- “i told you to stop staring !! what, you have a crush on me or something ?” you shook yourself out of it, staring at him through the screen with wide eyes

-he was playing with the strings of his hoodie, his hair being messy with all the times he ran his hand through it. it was a habit you always rolled your eyes at; he’d obviously spend time in the mornings to make it look nice, only for him to ruin in ten minutes into talking about the cold war

-your other friends (wendy and lucas in particular) always teased you about your relationship with jisung

-”DO YOU SEE THOSE PUPPY EYES ?? LOOK AT HIM STARING AT YOU! !”

-”lucas please shut up.”

-but when you did look, jisung was staring at you, his smoothie straw hanging out of his mouth

-you couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb he looked

-and wow, you almost thought you saw his cheeks turn pink when you giggled

“i know i wasn’t the only one who saw that.” lucas was looking like he was going to cry, wendy just looked fed up

-you didn’t know when your crush on him started. in those seconds of silence where you and jisung were just ogling at each other through the phone camera, you reflected on where it could’ve all gone wrong

-was it the time he held your hand when he was walking you home when an older man got too close for your liking ? or was it the time you were hanging out at his house and he fell asleep on your lap, only to smile in his sleep when you began running your fingers through his hair ? or was it the time when you two went out for boba tea when the waitress said you were a cute couple, only for him to smile and say, “thank you.”

“..y/n ?”

-”jisung, i have a crush on you.”

-silence

-pure silence

-oh my god, you messed everything up. the screen had gone black, you didn’t hear anything. building up your courage, you actually saw that he had hung up the phone, the numbers taunting you.

-call ended 2:29

-you didn’t know what to do. your body felt numb, all sounds muted. you could only focus on a car passing by, a bird flying against the wind, the soft raindrops against the window.

-what are you supposed to do ? you had just lost the one person who you cared about the most. you two had known each other for a little over two months, but you'd already grown extremely close. you told him everything, he trusted you.

-and you fucked up a perfect, amazing friendship.

-the rain was getting heavier now, but you didn’t mind. it was always comforting to listen to, especially when you felt upset. your parents weren’t home until sunday, and as it was a saturday night, you had plenty of time to cry it out.

-”Y/N !!”

-god, you were going crazy, you swore you just heard jisung’s voice

-”Y/N !! PLEASE LET ME IN ITS RAINING AND I’M TIRED”

-dumbfounded, you looked out your bedroom window to find jisung, still wearing his gray hoodie, a little drenched, with pebbles in his hand

-oh wow he rlly went full rom com with this one

-rushing downstairs, you pulled open the front door, only to be attacked by a hug from jisung, giggling to himself in glee

- “i got here as fast as i could, i need you.” with that, he pressed his lips against yours, still wet from the rain. he smiled into it, letting out a chuckle when you kissed him back. you pulled away quickly though, the blush on your cheeks turning into a full on tomato. jisung pouted, you poking his face as he flushed pink

- “in case you couldn't tell, i like you too. thought it was obvious.” he elbowed you, leading you up to your room while muttering “this isn’t real, this isn’t real”

-”you sleepy ?” you asked, making room for him on the bed. he just nodded, saying the homework could wait

-it was a little past midnight, and all you wanted to do was sleep. you climbed in, turning off all the lights, feeling jisung’s arms snake around your waist. he put his head into your neck, humming a song that wasn't familiar. just feeling his breath on your neck was making you drift off

- “goodnight sunshine, i’ll see you in the morning.” he placed a lazy kiss on your cheek, and drifted off.

-when it came to you two actually dating, no one was surprised (except mark, but he was oblivious at the best of times). the rest of skz couldn’t care less about what you looked like; they all knew how happy you made jisung and really, that’s all that matters

-jisung was always clingy, but dating him made it worse. he was always nearby, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to play with your fingers; basically any excuse to touch you. if you don’t like pda, he would definitely respect that, it made all those moments you shared with him that much more special

-he always had a nickname for you, but ever since you had first met, ‘sunshine’ had stuck. you never knew why, but jisung just thought you glowed, even at 3 pm on a school day or 7 am on a weekend because wow he loves you

-more than anything, he loved when you played with his hair, whether you were just touching it, or running your hands through it

-he might have liked it a bit too much, but uh you were not ready to venture down that path

-jisung would also spray his cologne on all of the hoodies he gave you because he knows how much you love it

-you have SO MANY OF HIS HOODIES IN YOUR HOME

-it’s not funny

-you keep telling him to take them back, but he doesn’t want them ?? “cooties bro. can’t.”

-you aren’t complaining, they’re comfy >:((

-jisung teases the ShiT oUt OF yOU

-like one day you came into class with your friend acting cute in an attempt to steal some of her hot cheetos

-only to have HEADASS just stare at you blankly, exclaiming “you look mentally unstable” while he laughed at you

-this along with doing middle school boy shit

-i’m talking taking your notebook and hiding it in another spot of the classroom, scaring you in the hallway, making you pull worksheets out of his hands while he passed them out

-think of ANYTHING that gives off middle school boy energy, he’s done it

-as annoying as he is

-he loves you. a lot. like, his main goal in your relationship is to make sure you’re happy with him, that you aren’t going to leave him because he isn’t putting the effort in

-you keep assuring him you love him, that you’d never do that to him. but no matter how many times he nods, or smiles

-there’s uncertainty in his eyes. because of that, he always assures you how beautiful you are, stays up all night if he has to when you pull an all nighter to study, gives you all the hoodies he can provide

-not only because he feels like he has to, but he’d do anything to see you happy; no matter how tired he feels

-it breaks his heart to see you upset

-one day, you had gotten a test back while hanging out at jisung’s house, trying to help him study. you opened your score and your heart dropped. a 59%. that’s the worst you’d ever done. you had stayed up multiple nights to study, putting off your own personal needs in order to success

-it wasn’t enough. and that hurt

-jisung saw you start to cry and he f r e a k e d

-oh god, his precious sunshine was crying and he didn’t know what to do

-he fumbled for a bit, saying, “it’s going to be okay !! it’s just one grade !!” only for you to cry harder and him to freak out even more

-eventually, he just hugged you from behind, laying you down on the couch. you were shaking so bad and it was making jisung tear up; he really hated seeing you like this

-he knew talking wouldn't help, so he let you cry, wiping away your tears and rubbing small circles into your back.

-”you’re okay sunshine, just hold onto me.” you always thought you didn’t deserve someone like him. someone so loving, so supportive.

-but you love him. you’ve never loved someone like him; how dumb he sounded but always gave the best advice, always teasing you at any time during the day but shows up in front of your door with flowers just because

-and so when he sings “i smile” while caressing your cheek, you know there’s no place you’d rather be. in his arms, the vibration of his voice lulling you to sleep and just how warm he was

-and when you got to see him perform with the rest of his rapping group, your eyes just couldn’t leave him. his charisma, his confidence, how he’d always wink at you when he spotted you in the crowd. he was truly ethereal there, almost angelic in whatever he wore, because look at him

-almost nothing was better than seeing him backstage after a show to see him; him smirking when he’d pull you into his arms still sweaty when he’d whisper “missed you babydoll”

-no matter how much he’d nag you for staying up too late and not putting enough time into yourself, and no matter how much you’d nag him for not eating enough, you wouldn’t trade each other for the moon and all of her stars

-if soulmates existed, you were lucky enough to find yours in a shitty high school at 9:40 a.m. with a cheesy pick-up line

-but you wouldn’t have it any other way

AGHHHHH i really hope everyone liked this ?? ugh, it feels so rushed, but it’s really late here, so i hope i did sungie justice :((

#straykids #han jisung #han jisung fic #kpop imagines #boyfriend #stray kids fic #kpop music #3racha #lmao what #i tried

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missmartian369 · 5 years

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Endgame

*IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN AVENGER'S ENDGAME DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER! IT CONTAINS SPOILERS DURING THE SECOND HALF!* But if you have already seen Avenger's Endgame or if you haven't and don't care about spoilers or aren't even interested in seeing it, go on ahead and read lol. I hope you all enjoy!

It was a Saturday night, and the team was on their way to the Metropolis movie theater to go see Endgame. Having gotten their tickets the week prior, they were all excited to finally see the movie that had everyone buzzing.

“You guys I’m so stoked that I’m finally seeing this movie!” Virgil told his friends. “Everyone at my school literally cannot stop talking about it.” He added.

“I know what you mean, it’s the main buzz at my school, too.” Jaime said.

“Literally when people are talking about it everywhere!” Traci exclaimed. “I had to put in my headphones when a group of kids started talking about it at a table next to me while I was reading at the library the other day.” She added.

“I had to leave the table when my friends started talking about it during lunch. I ended up walking a lap around the lunch room.” Cassie added.

“Did y’all end up deleting social media like I did?” Virgil asked. Everyone but Bart nodded their heads.

“On top of that, I made sure to mute my TV and cover my eyes when Endgame TV-Spots started playing.” Jaime said.

“Oh wow we did a lot to avoid spoilers for this movie.” Traci said, laughing.

“I’m just wondering if this movie will give me as much anxiety as Infinity Wars did, because that movie gave me so much anxiety.” Cassie said.

“I just hope that this movie is as good as Infinity War was.” Jaime said.

“Oh it’s even better than Infinity Wars.” Bart said. “In fact, this movie has a mark in history as one of the greatest movies of all time!” He added.

“Well you would definitely know with you being from the future and all.” Virgil said with a smile.

“Darn right!” Bart said. “You guys are going to love it! In fact, I can’t wait until we get to the scene when-!”

“NO SPOILERS!” Virgil, Traci, Jaime, and Cassie yell.

“Hehe….oops.” Bart said, sheepishly.

“Ok did you guys remember to bring your own snacks to sneak in?” Virgil asks.

Everyone nods.

“And we’re still in agreeance that absolutely none of us are to get anything to drink? Virgil asks. “Because we can’t miss not one minute of this movie.” He adds.

Everyone nods again.

Eventually they reached the movie theater. Once inside, they saw that the line for the concession stand was completely packed.

“Wow good thing we’re not getting anything.” Traci said

Everyone nods their head in agreeance. They scan their tickets and walk towards their assigned theater. Once inside they take their seats and talk with one another until the previews start to play.

After a three hour and one minute movie filled with laughter, cheers, and cries, it was over. The ending credits scrolled as people began to exit the theater, but of course a lot of people stayed to see if there was and end credit scene, the team being a part of those people. There wasn’t one, and only then did everyone else leave the theater…….except one.

The team was walking down the walkway that led to the doors to the theater when Cassie paused. She looked to her friends around her, turned to look back in the direction that led to the theater, and began walking back that way.

Jaime, Bart, and Traci excited the theater room.

“Wow………..I…..I’m literally speechless right now.” Jaime said. After that movie, he was literally a loss for words.

“Did I tell you or did I tell you?” Bart said

“Dude…..” Jaime said, high-fiving Bart, “That was the best movie ever! You were right it was better than Infinity Wars.” He added.

“Ha-ha yep!” Bart said.

Jaime looked over at Traci, who was hiding her face with her hair.

“Trac are you okay?” Jaime asked her.

“I…..I’m fine.” Traci said, wiping her eyes.

“Are you still crying?” Bart asked. “You’ve been crying since like halfway through the movie. Like since we saw Nat die.” He said.

“No!” Traci exclaimed, turning to look at them, eyes tinted red from crying. “No! That was Cassie! I only teared up when Nat died because I was pissed! Those were tears of anger! I started outright crying once Tony died! Because…..because why?! Why did this movie have to be so good, but so sad at the same time?!” She asked, tearing up again, wiping her eyes again.

Jaime laughed and put his arm around her, giving her a hug. Traci gladly returned it.

“Whelp we have another positive review.” Jaime said, looking at Bart.

Bart smiled and then looked around, finally noticing that two of their members were missing.

“Hey where are Cassie and Virgil?” Bart asked.

“We’re coming.” A voice called out. The three looked towards the door to the theater room they were in to see Cassie walking towards them dragging a dazed Virgil by the hand.

“Sorry I had to go back and get Virgil. He didn’t get up from his chair once everyone else left.” Cassie said.

“Wow and I thought that the movie left me speechless.” Jaime said, looking at Virgil, who still looked absolutely dazed.

“Tha…..that….was….was…..” Virgil whispered.

Bart looked over to Cassie, who, like Traci, had red tinted eyes.

“Cass you okay?” Bart asked, laughing.

“Listen don’t judge me right now!” Cassie said, pouting. “I didn’t expect the movie to have me this emotional okay!” She added, wiping her eyes. “Why did they have to kill Nat like that? I mean it’s not like I wanted Hawkeye to go over the cliff but I definitely didn’t want Nat to go over!” She asked.

“I don’t know!” Traci exclaimed. She removed one of her arms from around Jaime’s torso and extended it out to Cassie. Cassie gladly walked into Traci’s embrace. This left Jaime in a slight three-way hug, with Traci in the middle, as he looked on awkwardly at his two friends weeping over this fantastic movie.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” Virgil exclaimed, stunning his friends at his sudden outburst. “Did you see how awesome they looked in those quantum realm suits? And how Cap basically kicked his own ass when they went back to New York during the first Avengers movie?! But I truly lost my shit when everybody came back! Technically we should have known they were back because Banner’s snap worked, but I didn’t even think of it until all of those portals opened. I literally shouted ‘Wakanda Forever’ when the Wakandans stepped out for war!” Virgil word vomited, doing the Wakanda Forever salute with his arms.

“We know bro we screaming and shouting with you. Hell the whole theater was.” Bart said, putting an arm around Virgil.

“Dude you were right! This movie will be one of the greatest movies of all time! I just know it will! Especially after seeing it!” Virgil exclaimed.

“See I told you!” Bart said. “So is anyone else hungry? Those snacks did enough to hold me for the movie but now I’m starving.” He added.

“Bart it’s 10:00pm what place is open at this time of night?” Jaime asked.

“Bibbo’s is still open. It’s a 24 hour diner.” Cassie said.

“Oh that’s right it is.” Jaime said.

“Well what are we waiting for? Come one guys let’s get going! There’s Bibbo’s burger that’s just screaming my name right now!” Bart said, heading towards the theater entrance.

Everyone laughed and followed him out the theater, further discussing Avenger’s Endgame as they headed over to Bibbo’s Diner.

Ok some of the reactions are exaggerated a little bit, but mostly the reactions that team have after seeing the movie are reactions that I had when I saw the movie. I literally teared up when Nat died and was mad when it happened. I then cried tears of joy when everyone came back and you know how Virgil yelled 'Wakanda Forever' when the Wakandans walked onto the scene? Yeah that was me in the theater lol. And then I was sobbing when Tony died.

I also got inspiration from a friend of mine here on tumblr, @toastedpastry. She saw the movie before I did and she said that she was crying like hallway though the movie until the end, and after I saw it she told me the part where she started crying was at Nat until the end.

I hope you all liked this chapter! Feel free to leave a comment on your reactions to Avenger's Endgame! :):):)

FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13268013/1/The-Team-and-Their-Shenanigans

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18737131/chapters/44444542

#young justice #young justice outsiders #bart allen #cassie sandsmark #traci 13 #traci thurston #jaime reyes #virgil hawkins #avengers endgame #avengers engame spoilers

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Charlotte led me through quiet hallways away from the rest of the hopeful applicants, the sound of their muted conversation slowly fading to silence. She walked with a long stride, shoulders back and each step more comfortable than the last, while I hurriedly shuffled along behind her. I swallowed and stole a glance at the back of Charlotte’s head. She wasn’t leading me into a trap, was she?

I took a deep breath as we passed by an ornate spiral staircase twisting further down than I could see. Our feet landed solid against the stone, echoing hollow. I reached out and brushed the stone walls. They were rough under my fingers, buzzing with decades of stored memories. The muscles in my shoulders loosened. There was something comforting in their solid, unmoving grace. Nothing dangerous pushed through the haze of experiences. Good.

Charlotte glanced back as our feet touched the basement floor. She gave an encouraging smile, the dim light casting soft shadows against the features of her face. “Almost there.”

She led me to a door, solid, tall and made of a dark worn wood. Attached at eye level, stood a shiny brass plaque engraved with the name Ginger Lark. I swallowed. There was only one other door down here, and it looked to lead to something more like a closet than another office. Nerves coiled around my chest, but I forced myself to turn back to the door as Charlotte gave two knocks.

“Ginger,” Charlotte called in a sing-song voice. “I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

There was the sound of movement behind the door a moment before the reply. “It’s open, come right in.”

Charlotte took the worn brass handle and pushed the door open, leaving it open for me to slip through in her wake.

The office was huge. At least four times larger than Charlotte’s. Shelves of books and artifacts stretched towards the raised ceiling. Despite how clean everything looked, the air smelled musty and old. A long, ancient-looking desk sat neatly in the middle, books and papers and a computer placed neatly across the surface. The only thing out of place was the hot pink leopard-print water bottle beside the keyboard.

A little door by the side of the office opened, and a woman stepped out. I froze. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t… I shrunk back, heart racing in my ears. There was nothing. Nothing. No gentle aura around her self. Nothing. No more of a presence than the desk or the water bottle or any of the countless books lining the walls. My stomach wrenched and I stole a glance at the still open door, but Charlotte, whether intentionally or not, stepped between me and the opening.

“Oh good,” Charlotte smiled. “I was worried we’d miss you.”

The woman—at least, she’d been introduced to me as a person despite the warnings blaring through my head telling me otherwise—tucked her hands into the pockets of her bright pink athletic jacket. “Yeah no, I’m going nowhere fast.” She laughed and turned to me. “This who you were talking about?”

Charlotte stepped aside. “Asher Sang.” She nodded my way. “Cambion.”

“For real?” Ginger leaned forward curiously, bending at the hip. Strands of blonde hair fell from a messy bun. “You’re joking.”

I shook my head, not sure if she were talking to me or Charlotte.

“Wow.” Ginger blinked and stood up straight once again. “I take it you applied to the college?” She grinned, one side of her mouth curving higher than the other. “And you couldn’t trick ‘em?”

I glanced between the two women, suddenly feeling horribly outnumbered. “I wasn’t trying to trick anyone.”

But Ginger only laughed. “Chill, I didn’t mean to imply.” She jerked a thumb towards Charlotte. “She just brings me the surprises, that’s all. I also take it she offered you an apprenticeship?”

Again, I nodded.

“Well, then,” she reached out a hand. “My name’s Ginger Lark. Exorcist and supernatural specialist.”

Cautiously, I took her hand but as soon as I touched her palm, a chill ripped across my skin. Nothing. Nothing. I couldn’t feel anything through her touch. No feelings, no tensions, nothing. Like touching an object. No, less than that. Instead all there was a hollowness, a void, nothing. Empty.

Ginger let her hand slip from mine and tucked it back into her pocket but all I could do was stare. She and Charlotte frowned, but I couldn’t speak. Not now. Not while there was still the empty, hollow, empty hole boring deep into my chest and dragging down my gut. I couldn’t think, thoughts starting to slow and quicken at the same time. An icy cold writhed deep in my body, seeping through the very pores of my bones and infecting the soft marrow.

Then Ginger’s face broke in horror. “Oh! You’re sensitive, aren’t you?” She leapt her desk and dragged a rolling chair around the side. “Here, take a seat before you pass out.”

Vertigo knocked me hard and I half fell into the chair steadied by Ginger’s grip. My head collapsed to my shoulder as I fought against the void threatening to tear through my body from my bones to my muscles to my blood...

“Don’t worry kid,” Ginger spoke softly in my ear. “It’ll pass on it’s own.” She paused as I pressed my eyes shut. “Charlotte, hold onto him.”

A warm hand wrapped around mine and I worked my fingers between hers like my life depended on it. Tension and worry ebbed through her skin, spreading up my arm and slowly starting to replace the icy void. I forced my lungs to expand in a deep breath, then another, until enough of it had faded back, and I could finally open my eyes.

I found Ginger sitting on her desk, legs swinging in the open air. She rubbed at the back of her neck as I finally looked up. I let go of Charlotte’s grip, though my hands still shook on their own. But fear shallowed my breathing. What was she?

Ginger sighed and her feet stilled. “I apologise for that, Asher. I didn’t realise you had that… Ability.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs. “I should have warned you at least.” Her mouth opened just enough for the points of needle-sharp fangs to catch the low light. “I’m not human either.”

“Ginger is a vampire.” Charlotte added.

I rested my head against the worn back of the chair and squinted. Then my eyes widened. Oh. Suddenly it clicked. Of course she wouldn’t have an aura like the living. With both pairs of eyes still fixed on me, I nodded to show I understood, but try as I might, the words weren’t ready to form in my mouth just yet.

Ginger returned my nod and leaned back on her arms. “I really should have remembered that….” She glanced up at Charlotte. “You remember Wendy?” Pause. “Same thing. Couldn’t touch her.” She shook her head and turned to face me, calm understanding written across her face. “I don’t envy you kid. I can’t imagine the things you’ve had to feel against your will.”

I shrugged, shuffling to sit myself up straight. By now my body was starting to feel more like mine again. “I’m used to it.” I paused. “Well, usually. I’ve never—”

“Met a vampire?” Ginger cocked her head as I nodded. “Most people haven’t. I don’t take it personally.” She glanced from me to Charlotte, then back at me. “So… How are you feeling?”

I managed a smile. “Better.” My legs still felt shaky, but at least now I could form words.

“There ya go.” She nodded to herself. “If we do end up working together, we’ll find a way around that. There’s still a lot you can learn. I don’t have to touch you for that.” She glanced to Charlotte again. “After some time Wendy was able to develop a resistance, but that took years.” She shrugged. “Either way, I don’t see it as a reason to refuse you.”

Charlotte’s face fell, sorrow flashing behind her eyes until she noticed me watching. She cleared her throat and nodded. “I think, provided Asher you are comfortable with this, that you would do just fine together.”

Ginger pushed off from her desk and stood, slipping her hands back into the pockets of her jacket. “We’d focus on learning through practical experience. For the first bit you’d be learning a bit of theory and shadowing me where appropriate.” She shifted back and forth. “From there, you’d start assisting, and on a case by case basis, performing under my supervision.” She tapped the toe of her running shoe against the worn stone ground. “Eventually, when you’re ready you’ll still be eligible to be certified like the mainstream students when they complete their coursework.”

“Okay.” My voice still came out pitifully thin.

“Here,” Ginger grabbed something from over her desk, then placed a business card on the arm of my chair. “Let me know in the next week or so what you think.” A hand when to the back of her neck and gave an awkward laugh. “I can’t make you choose at least until you’ve had a little time to clear your head.”

“Yeah.” I took the card, and gripped the arms of the chair to push myself to my feet. I swayed, head spinning for a moment until I found my balance again.

“Alright then.” She smiled. “Talk to you soon then, eh?”

I nodded and tucked the card into my pocket, fatigue slowing my thoughts.

“Good.” Charlotte straightened her back. “I’ll lead you back to the entrance. Easy to get lost down here.” She beckoned, turning towards the door.

I gave a final, tired smile to Ginger, “thank you.”

Ginger took her seat at the edge of her desk and returned my grin. “Get some rest Asher. Talk to you soon.”

By the time I got home the sun had started to sink below the horizon and the night chill had begun to creep into the breeze. The front door was unlocked, and when I stepped inside, I was welcomed by the smell of cooking meat and garlic. I shut the door softly and tugged off my shoes, calling out a greeting that echoed through the house.

“Hey,” Striker called back from the kitchen. “How’d it go?”

I rounded the corner and stopped by the island. Striker glanced back at me over his shoulder, seeming to be finishing up with something in in a pan. I settled into one of the stools and rested my elbows on the surface of the counter top.

“I, uh…” I fished Ginger’s card from my pocket and placed it face up on the table.

Striker frowned and turned away from his cooking. “You okay?” He reached across the island and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. “You look pale.”

I pulled back tiredly. “I’m fine.” I shook my head and rested my cheek on my propped hand. “Just… drained.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he drew his arm back. “They pushed you that hard?”

“No,” I shook my head. “The test went, well, I don’t really know.”

Striker frowned.

I continued, rubbing my thumb over my cheek. “They figured out I’m a cambion, so I can’t be a student.” I dropped my arm to the counter. “Said it wouldn’t be safe.” I saw Striker start to speak, but I cut him off. “But! The dean offered me an apprenticeship instead.”

A smell like something burning came from the stove. Striker swore, whirling towards the pan and hastily removing it from the heat. He threw open the windows and tried to fan away from the smoke detectors. I yawned. It was a good thing Ginger let me go home and think: I wasn’t sure even how much longer I would be awake for, let alone have well-processed thoughts.

When Striker finally got most of the smoke out of the kitchen, he turned and leaned against the opposite side of the island. “So, tell me about it.”

I told him everything I could remember Ginger and Charlotte explained. By now it felt like hours and hours ago we’d spoken, but it wasn’t that long ago, was it? Maybe two hours at most.

Striker nodded and rubbed at the hair starting to grow dark along his jaw. “What do you think?”

I shrugged, bunching my shoulders beside my ears. “I don’t know.” But what was there to lose? “I don’t see why not, but I want to sleep on it at least once.”

“Good plan.” Striker smiled. “I think it’ll be good. Maybe even more so than classes.” He turned back towards his heavily seared meat. “Especially in your case. She might be right in suggesting you’d do better with a more personalized approach.”

That was true… I failed to stifle another yawn and covered my mouth with my hand. That foggy feeling was slowing rolling in and my body felt heavier with every exhale.

Striker set the pan aside. “Well, dinner’s going to be a little longer than I thought.” He stepped back from the blackened meat. “We could use that for something else probably…” He added more to himself than towards me.

“It’s fine,” I pulled myself to my feet. “I was thinking of just going to bed anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” Striker nodded. “I’ll make you some anyway and put it in the fridge in case you wake up later.”

Warmth seeped into my chest and I smiled. “Thanks.” I turned and started towards the stairs. “See you tomorrow.”

He returned my good night and I left him to his cooking. Weariness tugging at my eyelids, I barely remembered to tuck myself into bed before I all but passed out.

Asher.

I stood in a forest, looking down off a ledge to a dark lake sparkling in the halfmoon light. Clawed fingers reached out to steady myself as I crouched by a tall pine.

Asher, how are you? How long has it been? I’m sorry, time gets away from me.

It’s fine. I took a deep breath of the fresh mossy air, glowing eyes tracking bats flitting and diving to catch mosquitos above the lake’s surface. It’s been a while though.

Are you busy tonight?

I’ll visit, but I can’t promise I’ll be very lively.

A sharp-toothed smile spread across my face and I rose from my crouch. I’ll meet you in the usual spot then. I turned away from the lake, the dim moonlight casting a faint, horned shadow onto the leaf litter. Good evening, Ash.

#The city of Eventide #chapter 4 #writblr #orginal fiction #am writing #writeblr #it's here! finally #we get to meet Ginger here #:D #my writing #tcoe

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29k-tiger · 6 years

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it’s bizarre revisiting an old memory that you’ve hidden far away in the abyss of your mind. it starts off unclear and unsteady, but give it enough time and it’ll play like a brand new record.

You watch the story unfold.

It was the first “i love you’s”, the cheese platter accompanied with honey and edible delights. it’s the first bit of comfort when you’re sick with a cold and he describes your breathing pattern to be soothing like ocean waves crashing on the shoreline. it’s the mysterious ambience and indie melody humming into your ears while you mute the noisy chatter around you by washing down the very expensive spirit he ordered for you. And then, all at once, these memories collide so effortlessly like you and him in a buzzing surrounding of the living. It’s just you and him. Resting all day on a rainy Sunday with not a care in the world. Your fingers slow dancing on his body like he’s the only tangible thing on this planet. The soft kisses you wake him up to after hours of sleeping so peacefully in his arms. It’s the warmth of his breath on your neck that ignite fireworks in your chest.

Walking into a museum for the first time in years, not sure what to expect but anticipating simplistic exposure to something different. The art sometimes too grand to find even words to describe. A sculpture lights up a dark room and wow you’ve just never been so captivated by a single moment in your entire life. He disappears into the shadows for a minute but when he returns you’ve never been so blissfully happy to see someone’s face again.

It was playing basketball in your neighbourhood laughing endlessly, it was watching horror movies and trying to scare one another with random shouts or hiding behind walls when I blindly made my way to our bed, it was singing along to American Wedding on the drive home looking out at the sunset holding your hand and not wanting to let go. It was the 50$ meal we shamelessly devoured countless times and it was the cheap spicy wraps we shared while people watching attempting to guess their story. It was the picnic that again rekindled our love and it was the silly moments dancing at your friend’s apartment like we were straight out of a cheesy movie from the 50′s. It was walking outside during a colder october night sharing our thoughts on an anticipated album and it was goofing off at a park around 2 oclock in the morning. It was the moment we looked up at the stars together and it was the moment you looked at me in the eyes at our first speak easy talking about that yellow house in the foreign country you might consider home. There were an endless supply of moments that I would momentarily forget but never lose. There were an infinite amount of I love you’s that I wanted to share with you whenever I felt safe, whenever I felt that abundance of happiness and there were countless times I wished those amazing memories surpassed or exceeded the longing for something more. I’d never felt as more cliche as I did when I was helplessly in love with you. Nobody could begin to understand the meaning of those times spent together. I wish I could make sense of the negatives, of the things you weren’t willing to change. I eventually accepted it and moved on with my life. Nearly 3 months later and none of you had crossed my mind much at all. I was nauseated by the thought of becoming a pushover, and I could barely stomach it. I wasn’t hurt, angry, coping with any of the feelings I expected myself to have. I was numb and disconnected and genuinely happy that we’d forgotten about one another. You might not have been a genuine lover with me at all, I might have romanticized the entire relationship completely. Not a tear had been shed since our last goodbye. Tonight I revisited some of the old memories for the first time in weeks, and I wasn’t overwhelmed with any feelings but gratitude for how insanely real it all was to me. Because of who I was loving you, I again evolved and got even closer to the woman I always wanted to be. I’ve never felt so complete on my own. I never loved myself until you stopped loving me. All I can really think to describe the way I feel now is so thankful. so warm and so bright. I always admired the tigress I knew I was deep down inside, I always felt infatuated with the sunflower I use to be. I am more the sunflower, the tigress, the woman I always craved to be than I have ever imagined possible. I will continue to grow and surprise myself with each new obstacle, with each new moment, with each new experience. I will feel pretty amazing knowing where I was at now. If i’ve fallen, and I haven’t been able to climb out the steep hole I have found myself in times before, I want to remember this:

Loving yourself has never come easy, but it’s come a long way. You can be hard on yourself, critical to be a better version of yourself for the people around you. Realize that it’s not the surroundings that should ever influence who you are. There is an extraordinary amount of spontaneity and love and heart ache to come your way, but remain grounded in who you are. People might not understand you, people might not appreciate or recognize the strength in you. But you don’t need that anymore. You don’t seek validation from anyone but yourself because you light up a room when you smile and you mean it. You’re thriving when you kiss your own wounds and pick yourself back up without any assistance. You don’t rely on anyone but yourself anymore to feel complete and that is a milestone in the short span of time that you have lived on this planet. Remain humble and grateful for the hardships on the way. They will continue to push you to pursue a better life. You are not numb or fucked up or disconnected, you are safe and guarded and protecting yourself in ways you should for the rest of your life. You don’t need anyone to ever tell you that you are loved because I love you, as corny as it is to talk to myself in the second person lol (but about 3 quarters of this wasn’t to you it was to the first person you ever really loved) okay so thank you for reading this I hope this shines some perspective on whatever situation you might have going on in the future.

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fuwafuwagem · 6 years

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Bloom Chapter 1 - Yu-hwa

Just for you lovelies that may not have discovered it on Archive of Our Own, here is the first chapter of my Mystic Messenger fic Bloom, featuring my baby my OC Yu-hwa Lee ^^

You can find the ongoing fic here. I am updating regularly and have chapters prepared to upload, so I won’t leave you hanging ^^

Hope you enjoy it! The first chapter preview is under the cut <3

TW for sexual threats and references.

Yu-hwa Lee sat in her favourite seat at the café close to her apartment block, nursing the cheapest thing on the menu; a small white tea. It wasn’t as good as the coffee her body craved, but it was all her purse would allow her to have. She flicked through the pages of the application form she had on the table in front of her. There was no way she was qualified for a job at C&R, but it was the only place she could find that was currently hiring, and she was getting desperate.

She filled in a few basic details; name, date of birth. Address? She sighed. The landlord was on the verge of kicking her out.

This is depressing.

She put down her pen and picked up her phone. The notification icon showed that she had one new email, and she prayed to all the gods she could think of that it was a job offer.

You have been invited to test out…

She sighed, quickly scrolling through the message. It looked like junk mail, but she thought that maybe it was something she could get paid to do. At the end of the message was a link, which she pressed hoping that it wasn’t a virus.

Installing…

Oh shit!

She closed the email, hoping that it would stop whatever she had just started, but when she checked her phone menu she saw a new icon was installed there. She knew that she should probably delete it immediately, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened the app.

A chat room opened.

Unknown: Hi! Finally, someone to talk to, thank god…

Yu-hwa bit her lip and tugged at a strand of her dyed pink hair nervously. Unknown? Is this a chat-bot? These things seem to be popular lately.Tentatively, she typed her reply.

Yu-hwa: Hello

Unknown: Hi. Nice to meet you ^^ Yu-hwa… I’ve been waiting for you. Hope I didn’t surprise you. Don’t be nervous, I’m just an ‘ordinary’ person~

Yu-hwa felt her blood turn cold. The app must have accessed her personal data as her name and profile were displayed for Unknown to see. But what did he mean by he’d been waiting for her, and…

Yu-hwa: Why are you emphasizing the word ordinary…? It’s making me even more nervous

Unknown: You’re funny lol

Yu-hwa sighed and sipped her tea. Funny? Yeah, my whole life is a joke. She looked back at her phone. She knew that she should probably leave the chat before he asked her to send nudes or something, but she was a little curious too as she continued to read his message.

Unknown: But I can’t really say I’m extraordinary when I’m introducing myself. Shouldn’t I be humble and modest?

Yu-hwa couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t the only comedian.

Unknown: In fact… I’m really excited. Cuz the first person to come in is you, Yu-hwa!

She cringed again at her name being used by this stranger she knew nothing about. He was being too familiar.

Unknown: I was so worried that no one would come in as I was making this app.

Yu-hwa’s eyes widened. So this guy is the apps creator? That explains some things I guess. She tapped at her phone.

Yu-hwa: What’s this app for?

Unknown: I was about to explain, but before that, can I ask a favour?

Yu-hwa inhaled. Have we finally arrived on Planet Perv? Her thumb hovered over the exit chat button.

Unknown: I know that it’s too much to ask from a stranger, but there’s something I really want you to help me with.

She chewed on her lower lip, moving her thumb and typing-

Yu-hwa: What is it?

She glanced at the application form in front of her. A few white lies might get her to the interview stage, but how far could her personality carry her? She rubbed her forehead as she felt the stress headache beginning to build, then glanced back at her phone.

Unknown: Well… This app isn’t just a messenger app, it’s a messenger game app. I wanted to ask if you could test it out for me. Game concept is chatting with pretty guys ^^

Yu-hwa: Why don’t you test it out yourself?

She didn’t have time for playing a game. She needed to find a job.

Unknown: It’s difficult to gain an objective view because I’m the creator. I want to know what others think of this!

He was persistent, but Yu-hwa knew she didn’t have the time. I just need to politely decline when I get the chance.

Unknown: The chats aren’t everything. There are also hidden stories… Amusing stories that will stir your imagination!

He’s really trying hard. She drank down the rest of her tea as she looked at the image of the characters he sent her. Cute, but not real. She rolled her eyes. I can’t keep a real boyfriend, I’m not going to spend my time chatting to artificial ones!

Yu-hwa: No thanks. Not my style.

She winced as she realised how harsh she might be coming across, but she was starting to get tired of the conversation.

Unknown: Just a little… Couldn’t you try it out for just a little? Decide whether it’s your style or not after trying it out.

She frowned. He seemed so desperate. She hoped that he wasn’t in a similar situation to her. Just imagining such a thing made her heart ache.

Yu-hwa: Fine. I’ll try it out.

Unknown: WOW! Thanks You’re a lifesaver… ^^

I hope you don’t mean that literally, she thought.

Unknown: I think it’ll be better to talk over the phone about the details.

The waitress took away Yu-hwa’s empty cup. “Anything else?”

“Um… no,” said Yu-hwa. Her purse was empty.

“It’s just… we have paying customers…”

“I get it,” Yu-hwa sighed. “I’m going.” She grabbed her belongings and rushed out of the café, red-faced. She glanced at her phone as she began to walk home.

Unknown: Don’t freak out when you see an unknown number and answer the phone plz ^^

The phone instantly started to ring. Yu-hwa inhaled deeply, her anxiety peaking. She closed her eyes and pressed answer

“Hey.”

The voice on the line was soft, but she could hear the excitement in his tone.

“Hi, umm, how did you know my number?” Yu-hwa asked.

“It’s automatically collected when you log-on to the messenger,” replied Unknown. There was an awkward pause. “Oh ummm, don’t get me wrong. It’s only dialable within the messenger app.”

Yu-hwa sighed. It was a relief to know that all she had to do was delete the app and she would never hear from him again. But there was something about his gentle voice that she liked. She kept listening.

“As I mentioned in the chat room, I called to explain to you about this app.”

Yu-hwa rolled her eyes. The sales pitch.

Unknown explained the concept of the game, which was chatting to the characters he had created and becoming the party coordinator of a fundraising group called R.F.A.

“It’ll be much faster to understand by playing, instead of listening to all this,” he said eventually. “Oh, but the game hasn’t been released yet. To perform the tests, you have to come over here.”

Yu-hwa pressed her lips together tightly. Yes of course random stranger I’ve talked to for five minutes. I’ll trust you not to do who knows what to me. Of course I’ll come over, pop the kettle on!

“Just send me the file,” she said, trying to remain polite.

Unknown sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s protected by a date leak prevention security system. Even if you download the file, it’s uninstallable. I need to directly install it to your smartphone. Please understand. And I also want to meet you in person before you play the game.”

Yu-hwa gripped her bag, feeling uncomfortable. He was insistent, so she knew that she had to be firm. “No, I’ll just pass.” She didn’t know why she felt so bad saying it. The guy was being weird, and he was a complete stranger. But she had also sensed a desperation in him, something that was all too familiar to her.

“Why?” Unknown whined. “Weren’t you interested? It’s an app just for you where you can chat with pretty guys. Others can’t play this. Only you can.”

Pretty guys? They’re more trouble than they’re worth, and I can do without!

“It’s not even real,” she said firmly. “I’m not going.”

“For real?” His voice was filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Then how about this? If you come here and test the game, someone real might be interested in you. For example, me.”

This is pathetic.

“I don’t need it. No thanks.”

“You don’t need me?” He sounded broken. “Ha, haha… haha… Sad. I’m so sad…”

Yu-hwa felt her heart pounding. He was crying. Was he so desperate?

“I really believed you were going to make my dream come true… Believed you were the one I would go to paradise with…”

Yu-hwa reached her apartment and pulled out her key just as the landlord stuck his head out of his door. He’d clearly been waiting for her.

“Paradise?” she sighed.

“The place I was trying to take you to,” said Unknown, his voice soft but filled with sadness. “That place is paradise. Where there’s no pain or sadness, just endless happiness. I’m the angel that will lead you there. You’ve let go of my hand… but don’t worry. I don’t plan to let you go just yet.”

The landlord stood beside her, breathing down her neck.

“Rent’s due,” he said as she pushed the door open.

“I want to see what kind of face you’ll make when you’ve truly been saved. I want to see it with my own two eyes.”

The landlord snatched the phone out of Yu-hwa’s hand and hung up.

“Hey,” she gasped as he shoved it back at her.

“I said your rent’s due,” he snapped. “Actually, it was due last week, but I let you off because you’re cute. Now I want my money.”

Yu-hwa bit her lip, muted.

“Fuck, you don’t have it?” he asked, then smirked. “There are other ways of paying,” he said as he advanced on her. “It’s been a while since I got my cock wet.” He stepped back. “Think about it. You give me head, you get to keep a roof over yours.” He laughed as he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yu-hwa hurried and locked the door, collapsing on the floor in tears.

#mystic messenger #bloom #ray x yu-hwa

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musicalmelody14 · 3 years

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Charlie’s Backstory. || Slasher OC.

I’m just gonna put a trigger warning here for anybody reading. There are mentions of blood and abuse in this backstory, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. If you aren’t comfortable or have a trigger warning to any of those things mentioned, I would highly recommend not reading this fanfiction.

Thank you.

Hey guys! So... as you can see, this is a backstory for my slasher OC, Charlie. Despite being a slasher, he actually does have a kind heart, he loves animals, mainly dogs, and he’s actually pretty insecure and shy. He also has a tough side, so... it’s mostly when he’s in his tough mood that he kills, as I can’t imagine his soft side wanting to kill or hurt anyone. Now, when he was younger, he had an abusive family, and eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, so he ran away. Because nobody gave him any love or showed him any love at home, his heart became stone cold, and that’s when he started killing. He has chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and he loves to wear hoodies and shorts. And although he doesn’t want to admit it, he loves wearing oversized hoodies. When he was living with his abusive family, there were only two people who really cared for him, his two brothers, Jake and Tyler. Even though Jake was Charlie’s younger brother, he was still very protective of him. Anytime Charlie’s mum would try and slap him, Jake would always go in front of Charlie and block her hand before she could. Tyler, on the other hand, was a very shy boy. He didn’t really speak to anyone much, not even his own brothers. When he was in school, he didn’t really have that many friends, only about 3 or 4. He used to get picked on a lot for not speaking that much. People used to call him a ‘mute freak’ and some other horrible things. Back to Charlie though. People know Charlie as ‘Charlie The Cutter’. He’s known as that because whenever he’s finished killing a victim, he carves his name into their flesh. Charlie’s also part of the LGBTQ+ community. His sexuality is bisexual. His brother, Tyler, is also part of the LGBTQ+ community, as he’s gay. Their younger brother, Jake, is also bisexual. When their parents found out, they weren’t happy. They called all three of their sons ‘disappointments’ and ‘disgusting’. After Charlie ran away, he didn’t see his brothers for years, as they were kept at home for working. I’m gonna tell you the appearance of Charlie’s brothers too, because you’re probably wondering. Lol. Tyler has blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes, and he loves to wear oversized T-shirts, along with a pair of jeans. Jake also has chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and he also loves to wear hoodies.

Wow. That was a LOT of description about Charlie and his brothers. I was running out of ideas and inspiration for them. Lolll. One more thing I haven’t said though, is that, like Charlie, Jake and Tyler also became slashers. After working for their abusive, homophobic parents for years, Tyler and Jake just snapped and killed them both. Once I’ve covered the parents, I’m gonna give you all a story about how life was for poor Charlie and his brothers. So, I’m gonna tell you about their parents now.

Charlie’s parents weren’t always like that. They never used to be abusive or homophobic. Charlie’s mum had... a pretty bad childhood. Her parents used to constantly fight, every single night. Her dad was an alcoholic, same with her mum. When they were like that, which was pretty much always, Charlie’s mum used to get constantly beat up and abused, which would normally leave her with bruises on her arms and legs, scratches on her face, and cuts on her stomach. Her school life wasn’t great either. Because of her home life, Charlie’s mum would normally get annoyed at everyone, so obviously, she used to get picked on, a lot. People started calling her ‘the girl who gets annoyed easily’ and ‘the girl who gets annoyed at everyone’. She would also normally get into trouble by picking fights with people, and when she got home, her parents would call her a ‘disappointment’. They would also say really bad things to her like: ‘I wish you were never born’. Growing up, Charlie’s mum would normally just bottle her emotions up, because her parents wouldn’t ever listen to how they were making her feel, and she also had nobody at school to talk to, either. Charlie’s dad didn’t have it much better, either. He had four sisters. Charlie’s dad’s parents favoured two of his sisters though, the oldest sister and the youngest sister. They were both treated like royalty. Charlie’s dad and his other two sisters had to share one bedroom, whereas his other two sisters had separate bedrooms. Their bedrooms looked nice too, whereas the bedroom that he shared with his sisters didn’t look too nice. There were multiple cracks on the ceiling, the wallpaper was peeling away, revealing the moldy, cracked wall behind it, there was a small set of drawers cramped into the corner of the room, which couldn’t close properly because it was so full. The quilts from the beds were slipping off, the pillows from the beds had fallen off, onto the floor, and there were clothes everywhere. The bedroom was a mess. In the other two bedrooms, however, there was no mess at all. The beds were made, neat and tidy, the clothes were put away into the drawers, the wallpaper hadn’t peeled away, and there were no cracks on the ceiling. By the time the both of them were teenagers, they were drinking alcohol. When Charlie’s dad’s parents found out, they were shocked. However, when Charlie’s mum’s parents found out, they didn’t really care. OK! So... that was the parents backstories! I’m now gonna tell you their names and their appearance. Charlie’s mum had long, blonde hair, brown eyes, and she loved to wear dresses and skirts. Charlie’s dad had brown hair, blue eyes, and, when he was younger, he used to love wearing hoodies, and as he got older, he still loved to wear them. Their names were Mia and Adam. Charlie’s dad’s sisters names were Lola, Lilly, Charlotte, and Lucy.

OK! So... that was the parents backstories, and their names, and the names of Adam’s sisters. Now, I’m gonna give you a few fun facts that I didn’t tell you, and then I’m gonna write a story for the backstory of Charlie and his brothers, and just how life was for them, which was terrible. Poor Charlie and his brothers. T-T

Mia’s last name was originally Stoneburn, however, when she married Adam, Charlie’s dad, her last name became Lovestone.

Tyler wears a face mask, mainly when killing. His mask is a wolf one, as wolves are his favourite animal. His brother, Jake, also wears a mask when killing too. His mask is a tiger mask, as tigers are also his favourite animal, and, he also thinks it makes him look more frightening, because, who wouldn’t be scared of a tiger? They’re known as ‘The Masked Killers’.

Believe it or not, Charlie once had a girlfriend. Her name was Tabitha Bloom. However, his parents didn’t approve of his relationship, so... he had to break up with her. Charlie and Tabitha were both heartbroken, but, Tabitha started dating someone else, a boy called Oscar Snow.

Charlie, Jake, and Tyler’s last name is Lovestone.

OK, so.. those were all the fun facts that I could think of right now, so... moving onto the story, which will also reveal the age of the parents, Charlie, and his brothers.

It was currently raining outside the Lovestone house, where another fight was taking place. The 10 year old, brown haired boy was currently backed into a corner, and he was shaking like crazy. His mum, Mia Lovestone, was towering over him, glass bottle in hand. The boy, Charlie Lovestone, had gotten into trouble at school. One of his bullies had started a fight with him, and as the fight went on, Charlie had become more and more angry, causing him to hurt the bully, punching him in the face, then going on to further escalate the violence, he kicked him in the stomach, punched him in the nose, causing it to break, twisted his arm, also breaking that, and then twisted his leg, also breaking that. The bully ended up being hospitalized. Mia glared at her son, taking a step closer, making Charlie whimper in fear.

“Why did you hurt that kid, Charlie?” Mia asked Charlie, her eyes narrowed.

“I-It wasn’t my fault, mum! He started the fight!” Charlie tried to explain.

“Don’t lie to me, you disappointment!” Mia yelled, making Charlie flinch.

“I’m not lying, mum!” Charlie yelled back.

Mia’s eyes widened in fury, and she looked Charlie in the eye. Charlie’s eyes widened in fear when he realized he just yelled at her.

“Heh... what did you just say to me, you disappointment?” Mia asked, her eyes still wide in fury.

“I-I...” Charlie stammered, not sure what to say.

Mia growled, raising the glass bottle and whacking Charlie over the head with it, causing him to whimper in pain. Mia then took the abuse further, starting to beat Charlie up. When she was finished beating him, he was left with a cut on his cheek, messy hair, which had been pulled, his clothes had been ripped, he had a long cut across his arm, and he had bruises on his legs. He also had tears flowing down his cheeks. Mia stepped back, admiring her work.

“That’ll teach you not to mess with me, you disappointment.” Mia told Charlie, smirking.

All of a sudden, Charlie’s younger brother, Jake, appeared. Jake was only a few years younger than Charlie. He was a 7 year old boy, and, like his brother, Charlie, he also had brown hair. Jake instantly noticed Charlie on the floor, his knees brought up to his chest. Jake noticed that Charlie was injured, and that he’d been crying. Jake ran over to Charlie, asking what happened. Mia gave Charlie the look that if he told Jake what happened, she would beat him up again. Charlie gulped in fear, then looked at Jake.

“Don’t worry about me, Jake. I’m fine. Mum and me were just... having a conversation about school.” Charlie lied.

“If you were just ‘having a conversation’, then why were you crying?” Jake asked Charlie, obviously not believing the lie.

Charlie just stayed quiet, scared of getting beat up again. Jake then turned to Mia, frowning.

“Did you do this to Charlie, mum?” He asked, annoyance in his eyes.

Mia nodded.

Jake’s eyes widened in anger, and he stood in front of Charlie, slapping Mia across the face. When he did that, both Mia’s and Charlie’s eyes widened. Mia’s eyes widened out of anger, and Charlie’s eyes widened out of fear. Jake stepped back, his eyes narrowed at Mia. Mia then turned to Jake, her eyes wide in anger. She stepped forward, making Jake back up.

“How dare you slap your own mother! It seems like you need to be taught a lesson too!” Mia said, anger clear in her voice. She raised her hand, about to slap him, but was stopped by Jake catching her hand. Her eyes widened in shock, and she pulled her hand away.

“Ugh, don’t touch me, you disgusting mistake!” Mia said in disgust.

Jake just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

All of a sudden, a loud scream of pain could be heard throughout the house.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU MISTAKE!” A male voice could be heard screaming.

Jake’s eyes widened in anger when he heard the voice. It belonged to his dad, Adam Lovestone.

All of a sudden, their 14 year old brother, Tyler Lovestone, ran into the room. His blonde hair was a mess, he had cuts on his face, his oversized T-shirt was torn, and he had fear in his eyes. Adam ran into the room, anger in his eyes.

“Running away from me, huh? It seems like you still need to be taught a lesson.” Adam said, walking towards Tyler.

Tyler backed away, gulping in fear.

Jake couldn’t bear seeing his brothers getting beat up and abused anymore, and he stepped in front of Adam. Adam’s eyes widened in shock, and he stopped in his tracks. Jake then did something that none of them expected. He grabbed the glass bottle that was in his dad’s hand, and shattered it over his head, knocking him unconscious. Charlie and Tyler gasped in shock, and Mia’s eyes widened in shock. He then turned to Mia, grabbed the glass bottle that was in her hand, and shattered it over her head, knocking her unconscious. He then dropped the glass bottles, breathing heavily. Jake then turned to his brothers, seeing the shocked looks on their faces.

“What? They got what they deserved. Now, let’s go and fix you two up.” Jake said, helping Charlie and Tyler up. Tyler and Charlie looked down at their parents unconscious bodies, still in shock. Jake noticed them looking, and he also looked at the unconscious bodies.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before they wake up.” Jake said, starting to leave the room.

Charlie and Tyler nodded in agreement, also starting to leave the room. They then all went downstairs, entering the living room. Jake started looking for a first aid kit, while Charlie and Tyler sat next to each other on the dirty, ripped couch. Tyler noticed that Charlie was crying, and he pulled him close to him, giving him a hug. Jake finally found a first aid kit, and he grabbed it, turning to Charlie and Tyler. He noticed Charlie crying and he sighed, sitting next to him.

“Hey, it’s OK. You’re safe now. Nobody’s going to hurt you while we’re around.” Jake said, trying to calm Charlie down.

Tyler nodded in agreement.

Jake then opened the first aid kit, starting to work on Charlie and Tyler’s injuries. When he was finished, he put the stuff back in the first aid kit. He then smiled at Tyler and Charlie. Jake noticed that Charlie was still crying, so he wiped his tears away.

“There we go. You’re all fixed up.” Jake said to his brothers, who were smiling back at him.

“Thank you, Jake. I’m glad me and Tyler have a brother like you.” Charlie said.

“Aw, it’s not a problem at all! I’ll always be here for you two.” Jake replied. He then looked at their hair, which was a mess. He also noticed that their clothes were ripped. He then looked at the living room, which looked like a murder scene. The walls and floor were covered in blood, from when Tyler was beat up, there were shards of glass on the floor, there were pictures on the floor that had been broken.

“Oh my God. This room looks like a murder scene. Did Dad really beat you up that bad...?” Jake asked Tyler, his voice sounding both concerned and annoyed.

Tyler just nodded, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Jake felt anger building up in his chest when he saw tears form in Tyler’s eyes.

Jake then turned to them both.

“Your clothes are ripped and your hair’s a mess. You should go and take a shower.” He told them both.

“And what’re you gonna do?” Charlie asked.

“I’m gonna clean the living room up, and get fresh clothes for you two. Then I’m gonna take a shower after you two.” Jake replied.

Charlie and Tyler nodded, getting up. They exited the room, going upstairs.

“I’ll get a shower first.” Charlie told Tyler, entering the bathroom. Tyler just nodded.

While Tyler and Charlie were upstairs, Jake started cleaning the living room up. He started by cleaning the walls, which were covered in Tyler’s blood. He then cleaned up the broken pictures and glass shards that were on the floor, putting them in the bin. He then looked at his work, smiling slightly.

“That’s better. Now the living room doesn’t look like a crime scene.” Jake said to himself. He then went upstairs to get fresh clothes for him and his brothers. He went into Tyler’s room and he started picking out clothes for him. He picked out an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He then placed them on Tyler’s bed.

Tyler’s bed was an absolute wreck. All of the legs holding his bed up were starting to break, meaning that if they broke while Tyler was sleeping, he was at risk of being seriously hurt. If that wasn’t enough, Tyler’s headboard, which prevented him from accidentally hitting his head on the wall while he was sleeping, had nearly disappeared down the back of his bed, also putting him at risk of being seriously hurt. Tyler’s pillow cases were an absolute wreck, as was his quilt. Both of his pillow cases were half ripped, meaning that one side showed the remaining part of the pillow cases, and the other half showed the dirty pillow underneath, which had turned a bit grey due to all the sweat and dirt that had been there for a while. His quilt was a lot worse. The whole bottom half of his quilt was ripped, meaning that when he slept, his ankles and his bare feet would be sticking out. It would be a lot worse in the winter, as it was a lot colder. Tyler’s quilt was also filled with twice the amount of sweat and dirt, as it was covering most of his body. To make matters even worse, Tyler’s pillow cases and quilt only ever got washed every four months or so. Disgusting, right?

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pomegranate-belle · 7 years

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I'm having like massive fucking difficulties picking a mere 500 words from MK1-END, so I kinda want to just give you the entire section beginning 'The elevator is locked, and there’s no way out. They’re all going to die.' and ending 'What’s happening around her, around them, fades away, but she can feel soothing heat and sadness and an ache in their chest,' and let you decide how much from that you want to do, and how.

Oh boy, I have a feeling this is gonna get long but… Oh welllmao

Ok, so… This first part is sort of the first time we’reseeing into the main ZTD cast – like, before that there’s sections that shiftaway from Kyle and Maria, but they’re short and they’re still tangential to thejourney those two are taking. But it’s way, way more exciting to have Kyle-Mariashow up from a different point of view than theirs. Also I might have some CSexperience but I know -5 about hacking, I am admitting that now, that wasdefinitely part of the reason the narrative shifted away from them at thatspecific moment lol

After that, it kind of devolves into Delta, and Delta’sthought process. I’m gonna be honest with you I wasn’t really… Convinced bywhat he says in ZTD and I think that ended up reflecting here. I think I kepthis arguments relatively in line with the ones he makes in the game, but I hadthe others, Maria especially, cut in with my objections to his logic. The wholestory is about Kyle and Maria working together, sharing their strength back andforth to save their families, but when they argue against Delta in unison, thatwas the one thing I really wanted them to connect on. The idea that they’d hadtheir worlds manipulated by him and that instead of just acquiescing they wererejecting his right to do that.

It’s sort of the climax of the story, I think. In the sensethat it’s a culmination of their shared strength and their determination tochange the timeline they’ve been put into. But the part immediately after:

“You’re lying,”Maria realizes slowly.

Her lips are numb,and she doesn’t quite know the meaning of what she’s seen, but it’s there.Something, huge, something he’s not telling them. She thinks it must be aboutLeft, but she’s never been able to learn enough about him or about Free theSoul to be able to determine now what Delta’s motives truly are.

That was actually one of the first parts of the story Iwrote. And it really reflected my own views when I reached the ZTD True End forthe first time. We never got the backstory about FtS that we were promised, soeven though I was absolutely certain Delta was lying to us, there wasn’t enoughcontext to figure out why or about what.

And then we return to the gun. It’s er… Well, I guess wecould call it Chekov’s Gun, couldn’t we… I tried not to draw direct attentionto it, but the question of ‘where’s the gun, who’s holding it, where is itpointed’ was on my mind the entire scene inside the Test Facility. Which ofcourse leads to the gun ending up in Diana’s hands. Sort of a mirror to themoment in the game where we put her in a similar situation as Delta does here.I always knew I wanted it to be her. Eric is the gun-happy nutbar, but Dianaand Delta’s relationship is too interesting not to try and play with like that.

Maria jumping into Delta’s body was also something I wantedto explore kind of from the beginning. Just because we the player (or in thecase of this fic’s canon, Maria herself) were inside Delta’s PoV the wholetime. The thought of going back to it knowingly, even though she didn’t wantto, was interesting. And the truth is that the part about him not letting go ofher… My brain was absolutely 100% on that scene near the end of Anastasia lmaosorry Delta you are Rasputin now.

And then, after all the drama, I had to insert a littlelevity. Thus the “oh no she’s hot” exchange, which was an enormous amount offun to write. And it was a good transition into the Phi/Maria from the prompts.They (obviously) don’t interact in canon, so it was tough to try and find adynamic for them and a way to parse the attraction so that it wouldn’t read astoo sudden and unrealistic. With ? being Maria, I had a lot more leeway withthat, since she ended up getting to know everyone from VLR really well bydefault. But I mean, being the big fucking romance dork I am, I had to do the Lady-and-the-Tramp-esquebit where they touch hands.

I added in my own little headcanon about ZTD Dr. Klim – I’msure if you look at my old ZE posts it’s there somewhere – being the youngSigma from VLR. I was very proud of that bit because time loops always N

I couldn’t resist Carlos scolding Maria for the cuss words,probably because that stupid “Language!!” gag from AoU was on my brain. I alsocouldn’t resist namedropping Dio because I just gd love that garbage clone.What a fucking tool.

The exchange afterwards between Dr. Klim and Diana was atough one. Not in the sense that it was difficult to imagine the exchange, butin that I wasn’t really sure how to resolve it. Of course Dr. Klim was havingthe same problem, so maybe that’s why it worked out in the end. I think Idefinitely drew on a lot of Doctor Who related angst for that exchange.Everything from the Journey’s End exchange to that phone call in Deep Breath.The idea that the version of the person that you love is gone and a strangerthat is also paradoxically him is taking his place is one that’s pretty uniquebut it fits in ZE and in Doctor Who, thanks to the power of time travel.

This part here:

He takes a moment,breathes. Flexes the fingers that are and are not his own. The way he looksdown, aside, is one Maria knows intimately because Kyle recognizes it as hisown – a nervous tic to hide his fear of rejection.

Is one I added one one of my later passes, I think. But I’mreally proud of it. There are definitely ways in which Kyle and Sigma aresimilar and I think that this sort of emotional fragility is one of them. Ireally liked the thought of expressing that similarity through a gestureinstead of words.

Originally, I wasn’t going to have Kyle express a desire toleave so soon. But after the scene between Dr. Klim and Diana, this sort ofsinking feeling hit me. Or Kyle? Both of us I guess. Because it’s true he doesn’treally belong in 2028. He could, maybe, eventually… But then it hit me that hestill had unfinished business in 2074. And maybe that was always in the back ofmy head, that need for a resolution with Luna, just because she’s so near anddear to my heart. And the reason that Kyle begins to see her differently isbecause he sees her through Maria’s eyes, so in that way she’s helping him onelast time.

Their exchange about meeting again, I’m sure I’ve admittedto this before somewhere, is absolutely based on the “End: Lost in the Waves” FEFates DLC. That, in addition to the epilogue, was added on my second or thirdpass through the fic. Originally it ended with Phi and Maria holding hands, butI wanted to see Kyle again, so changes were made.

In the same way that I wanted to hint to a Kyle-Lunaresolution, I knew I had to start mending the ties between Sigma and Kyle,which is what his exchange is all about. I can’t remember who it was that madethat comic about Sigma getting attached to his clones but they kept dying andeventually he cut himself off from them but I think that played a lot into howI conceptualized their relationship. Now that their mission is done, there’snothing holding them back, there’s no longer a wall between them. And Kyle wasnever sure if that was really the problem, or if Sigma just truly didn’t care,so that reassurance is really important to him.

And of course I couldn’t have Kyle leave without talking toDiana. But in addition to having no idea what they would say to one another, Ialso wanted to expand a little bubble of privacy to them. Playing with the waythe body-sharing works was part of it too, because I think up until that pointthe only one who’d leaned back out of control far enough to mute the outside worldwas Kyle. I wanted to see it from Maria’s perspective too, and emphasize thatat their core – emotionally – they’re still connected no matter how far theylean apart.

I guess that’s all of it lmao wow.. I hope that didn’t soundtoo pretentious, I’m sure I got a little long-winded but look….. I revised thatfic like ten times before I posted it and it’s really one of my most polishedworks and I am So Damn Proud of it!

#long post #zero escape #writing #chessanator

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