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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years ago

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Companions seeing soles baby for the first time? (Dont specify the name or gender though please, also could add a bonus for maxson-)

Okay... So I might have been slightly self-indulgent with the Piper one at first since I've got such a soft spot for my favorite nosy reporter. But I tried to balance it out so now y'all maybe won't notice so much! 😅

As for the Maxson bonus, I'm not too familiar with his character, but I tried! In my playthroughs, I've only ever sided with the Minutemen and the Railroad, and the most affection I've felt for the Brotherhood comes in the form of Danse. However, I am starting another playthrough, so I might go Brotherhood this time. I did the best I could, y'all. 👍

I hope you enjoy! 🥰💙💛

Cait - Does not even know how to act. When she comes through the door, her eyes locked on the bundle in F!Sole's arms, she trips over the doorway and immediately curses. However, she swiftly apologizes as if the child can understand the words. F!Sole just chuckles and pats the spot on the side of the bed, inviting Cait to come see the baby up close. Cait very slowly shuffles over and sits down, just staring at the baby. She wants to touch the baby, but she's scared to because what if she makes it cry and then she'll cry and then it'll be a mess and then--- And then F!Sole asks her if she wants to hold the baby. She very hesitantly nods just barely, almost a reflex reaction, and F!Sole hands it to her. She hold it very stiffly, but as securely as she can, just looking down at its sweet, little face. She will protect this thing with her very life.

Piper - Is absolutely in love with the baby as soon as she sees it and she carefully sits on the bed next to F!Sole, just grinning like an idiot as she looks at her best friend's child there before her. When F!Sole asks if she wants to hold it, she wholeheartedly agrees. She very carefully picks it up and holds it in her arms, just marveling at it as she gently touches its face. She wastes no time in telling it that it is definitely going to be just as awesome and full of trouble as its mama is. When F!Sole tells it that its aunt is way worse, she feels like her heart might burst at the very fact that her Blue just called her a member of her family. She's definitely going to be the best aunt that she can be and will undoubtedly spoil it absolutely rotten to the core.

Curie - Is overwhelmed with so, so many emotions the very moment that she lays eyes on the baby. She almost thinks that she will cry from the pure joy and adorableness before her. She hurried over before slowing down just as she gets to the bed. She reaches out before quickly looking at F!Sole in a silent question, and F!Sole nods happily, extending the bundle so that Curie can get a better look. Curie softly speaks to it, her eyes ridiculously huge as she gently pokes its cheeks. She giggles and sniffles, reaching up and wiping at her eyes as she looks down at the sweet baby. She cannot wait to help it get used to this wonderful, strange world.

MacCready - Just looks at it with a soft smile on his face and a few tears in his eyes. He is reminded of how beautiful Duncan was as a baby, and he is now lost in thoughts about two beautiful babies. When she asks if he wants to hold it, he happily accepts the offer and holds it carefully. He baby-talks to it a little, telling it just how adorable it is, and when it reaches up and touches his face, he freezes before smiling gently. He then hands it back to F!Sole only to see that she has a huge grin on her face. He chuckles awkwardly and scratches at the back of his neck, shrugging it off. He will definitely love introducing it to Duncan.

Deacon - Grins widely when he sees it and he pulls out a very small pair of sunglasses, offering them to F!Sole. She raises an eyebrow, somewhat confused and he explains that they're for the baby. She chuckles before balancing them carefully on the baby's face. Deacon laughs happily, and he tells the baby that he's going to be the cool uncle and they're going to be partners in spying. He knows that the baby is going to be an amazing spy and he cannot wait to teach it all of his moves.

Codsworth - Is overjoyed when he sees it and dotes upon it, speaking to it in cheery tones while trying to keep his voice a little quieter than it naturally tends to be. He fails somewhat at keeping himself quiet, but it is the thought that counts. He hovers around the bed, looking at the baby from all angles as he fusses over F!Sole and the child. He will do everything in his power to serve them both well for the rest of his days.

Hancock - Makes sure that he is completely free of any and all chems and is totally sober when he sees the child. He wants this moment in his mind to be clear as a bell. When he sees it, he knows that he is totally wrapped around its finger. And when F!Sole introduces him as Uncle John, he clings onto the name and owns it proudly, talking to the baby about everything that Uncle John is going to buy for it whenever he manages to pry himself away from it. Like Piper, he's going to spoil it rotten.

Danse - Just sort of stands in the doorway until F!Sole notices him and waves him over quickly. He ambles over carefully. As soon as he sees the baby, he is enamored and he just looks at it like it singlehandedly hung the moon despite the fact that it has only been in the world for thirty minutes or less. After a long moment, he quietly asks her if he can touch it, and she nods encouragingly. He gently reaches out, his huge fingers carefully brushing its face. When it grabs one of them, he thinks that he could die of pure happiness. Nothing will ever happen to it as long as he's around.

Preston - Smiles goofily when he sees it, removing his hat quickly so that he does not look so huge and intimidating when he comes over to take a closer look. He is just beaming as he looks down at it, and he tells F!Sole softly that it's going to make for an incredible General one day. He then proceeds to talk in a more baby-oriented tone as he tells it how cute it is and how it's going to be just like its mommy. Preston is so, so excited to see it grow up and to see the amazing things it will do.

Valentine - Is at first somewhat hesitant to come in. What if the baby is afraid of him? After all, he is a pretty ghastly sight. However, almost as if she sensed it, F!Sole asks someone to come get him and he has to come in whether he likes it or not. When he sees the little one, he feels a warmth bloom in his chest like no other and smiles a little as he approaches. F!Sole tells him to get over there and sit down with them. She then proceeds to introduce the baby to its Grandpa Nick. He knows that if he was able, he would definitely be crying right about then, but he just smiles, albeit somewhat wobbly, and he tells the baby that how cute it is. He will forever treasure his new title.

X6-88 - Examines it carefully before declaring that he expected it to more strongly resemble its older brother. F!Sole seems crestfallen as a result, and something strange makes him feel inclined to say something else. He adds that it is not a bad thing and that it will likely be as brilliant as its older brother. F!Sole seems somehow more sad and happier at that response, so he simply remains quiet. Regardless of everything, he will keep a close watch over it for as long as he remains functional.

Dogmeat - Hops onto the bed beside her carefully, being sure not to step on F!Sole, and he stares at the baby with great interest. He moves a little closer and sniffs it. When it reaches its hand out and touches his nose, his tail wags unbelievably fast and he licks its hand gently. This is another person that he will protect and love forever.

Strong - Is strangely fascinated by it. He seems to have no desire to eat it, and he very carefully and hesitantly points at it before asking F!Sole if this is the baby she had in her stomach. When she tells him that it is indeed the one, he then asks if she went behind the tree and pooped it out. This makes her laugh entirely too hard.

BONUS:

Maxson - Is quite proud of his most trusted paladin for giving birth to such a beautiful baby. He is excited at the idea of the child growing up among the Brotherhood's ranks and he just sort of looks at it carefully and fondly as he stands near the bed. F!Sole asks him if he thinks it'll one day grow up to be a paladin as well, and he wholeheartedly assures her that he is one hundred percent certain. If the baby is anything like its mother, then it will definitely be a paladin at least by the age of eighteen.

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syuga-s · 3 years ago

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As long as we are together, even the endless maze is paradise.

w.c 1.8k

pairing. Changkyun x gn!reader

genre. fluff, still dont know how to classify it but it’s my take on relationships in real life(?)

a/n. mention of svt members <3, this takes place on the universe(?) of the fic i have in progress, got excited and went for this lil scenario, i'll always try to make them as gender-neutral as possible, hope you enjoy (• ε •)

You finally had gotten off work. This shift had been unbelievably chaotic and you couldn’t wait any longer to get home. But of course, it’s raining, today of all days.

Adding the fact that Chloe’s been extremely unpleasant today. You’ve been on bad terms for a while now since she found out about you and Vernon.

You clocked out at the same time and she just wanted to get on your nerves. But you were past being this immature, especially when it came to a guy you haven’t seen since you graduated.

"Just go already, Chloe".

With that, you went to exit the building and that's when you saw Minghao waiting for a cab –in the rain–.

You tried to get Minghao's attention, so he could get inside with you but you both just ended up at the door frame barely safe from the rain. You hugged even though he was soaking.

You didn’t mind because you haven't seen him in years, and you didn't know you missed the way you felt when you were with him. Strangely so, his hug felt like being 17 again. Can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing.

You made some small talk about the weather and teased him for standing in the rain. “Are you shooting a music video or something?”

He laughed but quickly changed the subject, "I hope you've been good, I haven't seen you in years but you look really happy".

How can he still be this good at reading me? You could only smile to the ground and gave him a side hug. "I've really missed you Hao; hope you’re doing well too".

Suddenly, his phone started to ring, and you caught a glimpse of the screen before he asked you "Mind if I answer?" Wonwoo was calling him. "Not at all, go ahead!" You told him with a smile.

Not to be nosy but you wanted to hear this conversation. "I've been waiting for you to pick me up for almost an hour dumbass, are you aware that it's fucking RAINING?"

And of course, you couldn't hear the other person on the line, but you knew perfectly he must've been making a hell of an excuse. "Right, yes, I'm still here, no I'm not alone… just hurry I'm freezing".

Guess it was inevitable that you'll see Wonwoo in a few minutes.

You broke up more than three years ago and haven't seen him since then. You’re more than ready to rip the band-aid. You didn't exactly end on bad terms, but maybe some awkwardness is still laying in there. Actually, you haven't thought about him in a while. You started to wonder how has he been all this time.

"I thought you were waiting for a cab Hao!! I can still give you a ride if you want"

"Aw y/n no, don't worry about it, I'm going out with the guys, so I'll have to take you up on that offer another time"

"Alright then, you have to promise me we'll catch up soon, it’s been too long”.

It was as if the world was telling you to wrap it up because you saw a very familiar car approaching the street, and immediately your phone started ringing too.

You saw that it was almost 9:00 P.M. Changkyun hasn't got here? You signaled Minghao that you were going to answer your phone and got inside the building again.

"Hi my baby!!! I'm sorry for running late the guys got me caught up at work BUT I AM ALREADY ON THE WAY I'LL SEE YOU IN LITERALLY TWO MINUTES"

You could hear how worried your boyfriend was and it was so endearing that you couldn't help but laugh at the way he was screaming in the car.

"It's okay baby I ran into someone here at work too, I got distracted and didn't notice the time, but please DRIVE SAFE IT’S RAINING BUT ALSO hurry upppp” You ended up with a pout as if he could see your expression.

"I'm hurrying I swear!!! —YES — your man has arrived at the destination". “Ok, ‘my man’ needs to come get me please” he made you laugh at his words. “I'm here at the door BYE"

With that, you went outside again, and you couldn't have imagined that you would see all these guys in front of you EVER AGAIN. Nor that they would get out of the car just to say hello to you. But maybe that's your mistake cause they have always been friends, still after everything that happened.

So, there they were, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Chan, Jun, and Minghao. All eyes on you, all of them waiting for the other to talk to you first, but everyone noticed how your eyes immediately went to Wonwoo and you both smiled at each other. Jihoon was happy that you made eye contact with him, even though he noticed there was nothing for him behind your eyes.

You were the first one to talk.

"Hey there you guys, Hao told me you were going out!" You said while looking at Chan. "Yeah, we're headed to the Lucky 94!!"

"Want to join us?" You heard Jun ask, and before you could say no, your knight in shining armor shouted your name. "BABYYYY!!" Yes, your official name is baby, what about it?

All of you turned to the left side of the street where Changkyun was power walking to you. It came as a surprise to all of them, no one knew you were in a relationship at the moment, but after all these years they should've known, they knew how private you were about your entire life.

When Changkyun got by your side he just wrapped his hand in yours and flashed all the guys in front of him one of his prettiest smiles. As if he didn't look threatening as fuck.

Your love for him was only growing by the second. "Guys this is my boyfriend Changkyun, unfortunately, I have to deny your offer tonight because we already have plans, but I hope we see each other again soon!”

"It's okay y/n we can plan something another time, you look really good by the way" Wonwoo finally spoke and Changkyun tightened his grip on you.

"Thank you Wonwoo, have fun tonight. It was nice to see all of you" Having said this, your eyes landed on Jihoon, who was now leaning against the car, ready to get away from there.

Maybe at another point in your life, you would've sensed something negative by seeing him in this circumstance. But all you could find inside you was a trace of the love you had for him when you were a teenager.

You quickly decided that you wouldn’t give him this space in your head. Neither of you deserved to revisit those feelings that you already went through years ago.

Especially now when you have this wonderful person by your side, it wasn't a coincidence that he got there at this exact moment. Making you appreciate the little things he does for you that say, “I’m here, and I care so deeply about you”. Your life with Changkyun has intertwined so profoundly that everything comes easy with him.

You all said your goodbyes, and you started walking to the parking lot. You got to your boyfriend’s car, but you didn’t get inside just yet, Changkyun stared at you and your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Your boyfriend swiftly wrapped you up in a much-needed hug.

Since he called you, he knew something was going on, he has gotten good at sensing the way you were feeling. In moments like this, you were happy to know that his heart was as invested in you as you were with him. He softly spoke in your ear “Let’s get inside baby, it’s cold as hell in here”.

He opened your door, and you waited for him to get inside. You searched for his embrace once again, his arms made you feel so at home that you were glad he came to get you tonight, and you had to let him know this. “Today was hard,” You said, still clinging to his arms, not minding the incredibly uncomfortable pose you got yourself into just so you could be hugged by your boyfriend for a few more minutes. “Thanks for picking me up tonight”

“You know that I would come for you every day if you just let me, you stubborn baby” You laughed against his chest and gave him a light punch at this arm. “Hey, hey let’s not get violent in here, I’m sensitive,” He told you while laughing and ended up with a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You don’t know much, but you do know you love him. When he smiles like this, the world seems to fade away with all your problems, and he’s all you can see. Every time he’s singing in the car on your way home, the outside noise doesn’t even exist anymore. All you want to do is grab his face and kiss him, but that would mean he’d stop singing. And when he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes, when he places his hand on yours, when he lets you rest your head in his chest, and listen to the beat of his heart, just his mere existence makes you believe that you found this little piece of heaven within him.

The love you were always searching for, you found it with him. No one else had been able to make you feel like you were bursting with love, and you always believed that that needed to happen for you to be in a relationship with someone. You always knew that love isn’t meant to be hard, nor it makes you lose the person that you are. For you, it was about sharing your souls, goals, and perspectives, cause when the time to be together would come, your lives would already be made, and you would just be together supporting each other, still maturing. And that this person would only make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Changkyun was your definition of love.

Your relationship with him made you further confirm this. You thought it would scare you to be vulnerable around him but opening your heart to him was one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. You’re aware you were complete without him. And he knew this. But being by his side, experiencing life with him, made you want to be so much better. You only wanted to support him every step of the way. It made you want to be stronger with him. You wanted both of you to grow together and help each other grow individually. And the fact that he was on the same page with you about this, knowing that you don’t need each other but you really fucking want to be together, makes you think you have a pretty great shot at this.

You know, undoubtedly, you are in love with this man. And it feels a hundred times better to know he loves you too.

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sunsinrinn · 4 years ago

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Do you love her? part 2

Language, Angst

Quirk mention

Word count: 1,949

Here’s part two hopefully its good <3

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” You began raising your voice, “ I wanted so badly to deny it. I cant fucking believe you fell for someone while you were with me! Did you really think I am that fucking foolish? Did you think you could fucking string me along while you stuck your tongue down her damn throat?! You’re pathetic thinking I will allow you to treat me like this. You pretended to CARE! Do you know how much hurt I feel? Of course you don’t you have a new toy to play with now!” You feel so angry and glare as he begins to stutter out, “I- I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to kiss her either, or even fall for her-“

You cut him off by saying, “What the hell do you mean you didn’t mean to fucking kiss her? Did your tongue have a mind of its own and found itself down her lizard ass throat? I just want you out of my fucking life Bakugo. I can’t stand to look at you anymore.”

Bakugo finds himself angry at your word, “You know if you were more fucking caring as a girlfriend I wouldn’t have looks at her! I would still be stuck with you!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN A CARING GIRLFRIEND? I fucking cared more than your pathetic ass ever did but hey you wouldn’t know because you were infatuated by Lizard face. You have no right to critique me as a girlfriend, ESPECIALLY if you weren’t even fucking committed to this relationship.”

He was running a bit late because he went out to pick up your favorite snacks and as soon as he sees the dorms he speeds up so he doesn’t keep you waiting. As he approaches your room he hears muffled yelling so he knocks and with no answer he opens the door to see you seething at bakugo and as bakugo is about to speak up. He spots Denki and glares at him, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Widening his eyes a bit he looks at you and calmly speaks up, “I could ask you the same thing, especially since y/n does not want you near her.”

Bakugo enraged speaks up, “I am here because I wanted to talk to my girlfriend!”

At that Denki sees you become even angrier and you speak up, “I am not your fucking girlfriend! Fucking understand that I want nothing to do with you anymore. Especially after knowing you love her!”

Sadness flashes across Bakugo’s face but becomes replaces with an angry facade, “Fine I came here to work things out with you and forgive you but it just seems like you’re being a hard-headed bitch!” As soon as he says that he begins to regret it as well. You boil in anger and scream, “FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT YOU DICK? YOU WANNA FORGIVE ME FOR BEING A DUMBASS AND CARING FOR YOU? I DID ALL THE THINGS YOU LIKE HOPING YOU’D STAY! You’re UNBELIEVABLE!” You calm down and coldly say, “Get out of my room, don’t contact me again because I’m sick with feeling like I deserve better. And you’re sick for everything you did to me so go back to your lizard bitch.”

Bakugo’s facade falls as he senses such an immense pain that doesn’t belong to him. His eyes widen once he realizes you let your quirk take over. He never experience your quirk first hand and now he’s afraid, and the grief that radiates from you is so intense he feels like his actual heart is being torn piece by piece. That’s when he realizes just how badly his actions hurt you. You had so much pain that without realizing it, it bursted from your grasp affecting everyone in the room.

“Y-y/n...its o-okay” Bakugo hears the other blonde speak up and realizing that he was also feeling her pain. As soon as you heard Denki, the pain Bakugo felt left as quickly as it came, and in its place a more calming feeling arrived. Bakugo faintly felt the feeling but knew that he would never make you feel like that anytime soon causing his heart so break ever so slightly.

“Please leave Bakugo” Denki speaks calmly as he walks towards you and hugs you. With that Bakugo leaves hesitantly regretting everything he did to you. Bakugo knew then that you weren’t his anymore. No, Denki has managed to, little by little, break down the walls put up because of Bakugo. He walked to his room and in there, he finally mourned the loss of you. He fucked up and he knew it. He loves Setsuna but his love for you is bigger. Or so he thought. If he did love you why the hell did he say those mean things. Out of every-fucking-one Denki is the one soothing you. His blood boiled in anger (jealousy psh) at the thought of you being in the arms of Denki.

Days after the fight you radiate a somber feeling that everyone near you can feel. That feeling is occasionally replaced with a faint content feeling that is only usually when Denki is with you. After the fight, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero would talk to you but when bakugo was near they’d shut up and instead to to each other. You noticed and at first were hurt but understood that they were his friends after all. After the fight Denki stopped talking or hanging out with Bakusquad and you hated that he stopped just to hang out with you. You spent time on your hobbies and hanging out with Dekusquad. Slowly with the help of your friends, you became happier and slowly begin to forget about him and his words.

Opposed to you, Bakugo, although hanging out with Setsuna, he was not happy. He hated hurting you but always counteracted and attempted to forget about you by being with Setsuna. Whenever he saw you, he saw happiness radiate from you but as soon as you spotted him even a glimpse that happiness soured. That would always get under his skin and begin to scowl. He hated knowing that others made you happy and all he did now was make you angry. He also hated that Denki had gotten close to you. He hated the fact that he made you the happiest and carefree. He loathed Denki for making you feel better. He wanted to be the one who made you happy and carefree. He wanted to be the one you directed your smile towards. He is overcome with jealousy and hatred that is aimed towards Denki. He also noticed that Kirishima, Mina, and Sero would hang out with her but leave her when he was around. The three of them hated that he cheated but being loyal to the fault, they stuck with him so he wouldn’t be alone. He saw how they held themselves back from you making him feel bad because when you were his girlfriend they adored you. He hated himself for taking away your friends and hated them for sticking with him. He didn’t deserve them and they knew he fucked up but they believed in him to make it up to you.

Denki, all he did during the passing weeks was to stay with you as much as possible and make you smile every time he saw you. Despite his feelings, he never attempted to get with you because he knew you were still hurting. It hurt him so much knowing you were heart broken so he made a promise to himself to always keep you content whether you returned his feelings or not. He cared so much for you it hurt him to restrain from blurting out his love for you.

You saw how Denki was always with you and how he always made you smile. You began to feel strange around him. Your heart would beat out of control every time he was near you just pushed that feeling aside knowing you were falling again. You did not want to fall again and be hurt. Denki would never do that to you but you just were being cautious to let someone in again after Bakugo. You just wanted to feel normal again before thinking of dating anyone. You also didn’t think he thought of you as anything more than a friend so you tried pushing those feelings to the side.

Denki’s feelings for you grew and grew as the days went by to the point where he decided to finally confess. He knew that even if you didn’t like him back he had to tell you so he could get over you. He texts you while you’re out one day that he has something he wants to talk to you about.

When you see his message you become anxious and send him a message asking “whats up”. You see the text bubbles show up and disappear and show up again. The message he sent just says he wants to talk in person. So you anxiously text back saying that he can talk to you when you return. You continue to shop and forget about it but as you walk home from the store you become anxious again and begin to over think. What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? Did you do something wrong?

When you arrive you text him to say you were here. He texts back almost instantly to meet up in your room. You slowly make your way to your room. The closer you get the more anxious you become until you see him standing in front of your door. You give him a weak smile and open the door letting him and yourself in.

“So what did you need to tell me?-“

“I have something to tell you-“ You both say at the same time.

Denki looks at you as you look at him and both laugh.

“S-so um... y/n,” He stutters out. You look at him as he tries to tell you.

“I have something to tell you and I hope you dont get angry or mad or stop being my friend. I. Have been meaning to tell you this for a while but I would chicken out and I dont know how to tell you this and I am so sorry. I hope this doesn’t change our friendship or how you look at me but maybe you will change how you look at me? I mean if its a good change but not if its bad...-“ His face begins to burn red as he rambles.

“Denki just tell me what you have to say, your making me anxious, hun.” You say calmly so he relaxes slightly. Just slightly.

Meanwhile, Bakugo is still unhappy and wants to talk to you again and hopefully you hear him out and see how miserable he is without you. Even if you cant fully forgive him he will try until you trust him and take him back.

He walks over to your room and stops at the door when he hears Denki rambling and you speaking up. His blood begins to boil but stays quiet attempting to here the conversation. He then hears Denki mutter something quickly so he gets closer to the door to hear better.

“Ireallylikeyoubutnotasasfriend” Denki mutters quickly.

“Denki, just spit it out... Please the suspense is killing me,” you practically beg of him. Bakugo hears that and stays silent and once Denki speaks up he’s blood runs cold.

Denki looks up at you taking a deep breath and as he exhales he says

“I said I really like you y/n. Not as a friend either.”

Here is Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N- this is probably not as good as part one but I tried, :) Hopefully you guys like it <3 also there wasn’t much angst this time :3 also if you’d like to be tag in future parts or works send me an ask, dm, or comment :) You can also fill out my taglist form here

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storybookprincess · 4 years ago

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hi hi!! if you dont mind me asking, do you have any tips on getting through writing the first drafts??? i always struggle a lot with it 😭

hello my friend!!!! yes, i would be more than happy to share my tips on how to get through your first draft, using my personal writing strategy i’ve just now dubbed ~turbo mode™️~

what is ~turbo mode™️~ ?? it’s comprised of three main practices:

~turbo mode™️~ practice 1: writing sprints

the concept of a sprint is pretty simple. you determine your starting word count, set a timer for a short period of time (usually between 15 & 30 minutes, although 20 is my preferred sprint duration), write as much as humanly possible while the timer is running, and when the timer ends, see how much you’ve written in that time period. you can do it with other people through a discord bot called sprinto, but you can just as easily do them on your own by just setting a timer & keeping track of your own word count.

i recommend writing sprints for a couple reasons. first and foremost, knowing i have the pressure of a ticking clock & putting my focus solely on writing as fast as possible pretty much always manages to give me the kick in the pants i need to get words on the page. i don’t really focus on writing well during sprints, just writing fast, & for some reason that really helps overcome the self doubt and criticism that often makes it hard to progress in a story. sprints also help me reach that psychological state of “flow,” where you’re totally immersed in a task & everything else fades away, and for me, that’s one of the main reasons i write. that state of flow feels so unbelievably good & sprinting will usually help me get there, and reaching a state of flow will always help me to write faster, so it starts to feed on itself in a positive way.

~turbo mode™️~ practice 2: ignoring unimportant details

one of my biggest roadblocks to making progress in a story is getting bogged down in the details. any writer knows what i’m talking about. those moments where you go “ugh, i know there’s a word that would work well here, but i just can’t come up with it right now.” or “is this really the absolute best way to structure this paragraph?” a core principle of ~turbo mode™️~ is not worrying about any of those things. while you’re sprinting, focus on writing as fast as possible & leave the tinkering and nitty gritty details for when you’re editing. ignore anything that is going to break the flow and focus you have going & come back to it later.

for me, this often looks like leaving myself all caps notes while i’m writing. if i can’t find the right word, i’ll often write WORD or SOMETHING in place of that word as a reminder to come up with it later. i often write FIX THIS when i know a paragraph or sentence is a mess & needs revision. sometimes i’ll flat out write BLAH BLAH STUFF HAPPENS and skip over several paragraphs if i don’t want to get bogged down writing a scene transition that’s going to break my stride. all of those minor details can be resolved during editing, so ignore them during the first draft.

~turbo mode™️~ practice 3: quantity over quality

this final element of ~turbo mode™️~ is the natural result of the previous two practices. if you’re writing as fast as possible & ignoring any detail that will break the flow of your writing, you inevitably start focusing on getting as much on the page as possible without worrying about whether or not it’s any good. as writers, we all have an inner editor who approaches our work with an eye for how to make it the best it can be. this inner editor is very helpful when we’re revising our works, but it’s our worst enemy when we’re writing a first draft. it slows us down, overwhelms us, and makes it very hard to progress in our stories. when you start focusing on just getting something on the page over writing a total masterpiece, you free yourself from that inner editor. truly, just vomit as many words on the page as fast as you can. you can always clean it up later.

and that’s ~turbo mode™️~ in a nutshell. every writer is different, so feel free to play around with these ideas & see what works best for you. to me, writing a first draft is always a matter of turning off my inner editor, so whatever manages to do that for you is a practice worth keeping. happy writing & please know i’m rooting for you!!!!

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years ago

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Undercover- Throne of Glass AU (8)

Um, this one is a shortened update, not even 2k words. Thats because I took some off an moved it into 9:) Ren and Connall’s ship name is now Renall. I might write content on these two in other AUs as well?

A/N: If you read Surprises, the chap will come but I messed it up and I’ve had to redo things. And I’ve also had a few issues at home but I’m promise to get it to you as soon as I can<3

Undercover Masterlist.

Full Masterlist.

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Gavriel, Vaughan and Rowan were walking through Hyde Park, coffees in hand. It was early morning, grass still covered in dew and their breath could be seen on the air. A few days ago, Aelin had told them that Arobynn had a few men who stayed in the area a lot and she needed people to come down to see if they could spot anyone, taking all of their findings back to her. Rowan had offered himself up for the job, along with Vaughan and Gavriel. The two of them had agreed but Gavriel knew it was just to get them alone, could see it in the way his Boss was very adamant that the three of them could do it. So here they were, silently walking, seeing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Rowan nodded towards an empty bench, gesturing that they should sit about twenty minutes into their walk. Rowan and Vaughan sat, but he chose to remain standing, facing them so they were covering all angles. The former was fiddling with the lid of his coffee cup, sighing when the latter turned and raised a brow at him. “Come on Ro, spit it out. You know something.” Vaughan just stared, waiting, and he felt himself go still when Rowan finally opened his fucking mouth.

“She’s Rhoe’s daughter.” Oh, for the ever loving fuck. Oh gods.

“Tell me you’re joking.” He whispered it, knowing what the answer would be, but he was terrified anyway.

“I’m not joking, Gav.” Rowan was looking at him, worry etched all over his face, but he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. This was all so unbelievably fucked up. Vaughan’s only sign of being shocked was the way his eyes widened just a fraction. Despite that, he was probably running over everything in his head, trying to figure out how he missed something so important. “Rhoe Galathynius, the man who led this gang before her, had a daughter. There is no information on her anywhere, absolutely nothing. But she was around what, nine or ten when he was killed, so her parents must have set something up in case the worst happened, making it look like she never even existed.” He felt sick. If he hadn’t left, if he hadn’t listened to Eliana, then maybe he could have done something, could have kept Aelin from Arobynn. Could have kept her safe.

But Eliana, his beloved Eliana had made him go, to keep him safe and their son, their Aedion. She had known who Gavriel was, why he was with them all of those years ago. It was his task back then to take down Rhoe and the whole organization, but she had shown him that they weren’t bad, not really. They were the ones trying to keep the city safe. Gavriel hadn’t meant to fall in love with her, but she was just so good, so pure and so fucking beautiful. He had left before it all went to shit, telling his bosses he was compromised, though Eliana would have never hurt him. He had walked away from the love of his love, his son. And now he was finding out he’d walked away from his niece. Which she was really, although Eliana and Aelin’s mother were cousins, they were sisters in all the ways that mattered. The realisation knocked the breath out of his lungs, his knees going weak, almost dropping to the ground before Vaughan was by his side, holding him steady. “Fuck Gav, what the hell is wrong?”

“She’s my niece.”

Rowan was confused; his tell was the way he scrunched his nose a little. “You fell in love with Eliana on that assignment we know, and she fell pregnant, but that doesn’t make Aelin your niece Gav.”

“It does because I married her.”

The sudden silence between them was deafening. He’d never told either of them this. Suddenly Rowan was glaring at him, slowly standing so that they were level with one another, face to face.

“I’m sorry; I thought you just said that you married her. This by the way would make you related to them, which would mean in the end, you’d go down with them.”

No going back now, the damage was already done. “I married her, Rowan. I took her last name and she had the marriage certificate. I didn’t think at the time and then everything happened...I didn’t think I’d ever be back here.”

“Fuck! Why have you never mentioned this before?!”

“I’ll always protect her, I’ll always protect them. Lia knew who I was, what I was there for. I told her once, that I’d leave it all behind, but she made me go, so that maybe one day I’d get to know my son. That they’d find me when the dust settled.” But it didn’t end that way. Rhoe, Evalin and his beloved were all gone and his son lost. It took him years to find Aedion and when he did, he was a coward, never approaching the boy, the man now, that he’d kept tucked close to his heart. Vaughan was now swearing, in multiple languages and Rowan was just staring at him, pine green eyes burning holes into his skull.

“One of them is going to piece together who you are eventually, Gav. Aelin asked how I hadn’t noticed how similar she and Aedion were. We need to start moving faster but I don’t know how to do that. They’re just so...” Rowan trailed off but he didn’t need to explain more. Gavriel understood perfectly, having been through this already. It was hard getting so close and going so deep undercover because the lines always blur one way or another.

You just have to figure out which side you’ll be on when it disappears completely, before it’s too late.

oOoOo

Aelin sat on the sofa in the living room, her legs tucked underneath her as she watched Lorcan, Elide, Manon, and Dorian play twister. She laughed as Lorcan, giant brute that he was, collapsed and began grumbling about how stupid the game was. “Oh come on, Lorcan. No need to be a sore loser.” Fenrys goaded him from his spot on the chair, bag of peanuts in hand. Lorcan simply flipped him off and Fenrys chuckled, throwing a peanut at his forehead. Manon had an unfair advantage, Aelin thought, considering how fucking flexible the woman was. She was somehow weaved in between Elide and Dorian and didn’t look bothered by the way she bent. Chaol flicked the spinner again, calling out a ‘right hand, blue’ just as Rowan, Gavriel and Vaughan walked in. All three men looked amused by the sight before settling themselves around the room. Vaughan moved towards Lorcan, still looking like a kicked puppy and Gavriel towards Fenrys, who frowned when the older man began stealing his snacks. Rowan however, he moved to sit beside her, a strong thigh pressed against her feet.

Aelin ignored the urge to press against him more and asked, “See anything interesting out there?”

Rowan shook his head, watching as the three idiots on the floor collapsed into a pile of limbs when Dorian moved wrong. “Nothing. It seemed oddly quiet though, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“We’ll just have to keep an eye out then.” All he did was nod. He seemed quite sullen and part of her desperately wanted to ask if he was alright but thought better of it. She still didn’t know what she felt about him and wanted to keep it between the two of them for now.

“Where’s Aedion?”

“Lys wanted to go shopping, again, and she took Asterin too. I made Aedion go so that he could keep an eye out.” Lysandra thought it would help Asterin feel better to get out of the house, to go and do something for herself. Manon had wanted to go with them but decided to let them be, to not overcrowd her friend. There was a rustling of plastic as the Twister mat was flattened again and Connall, Ren, Fenrys and Chaol started playing. Aelin didn’t miss the way when Gavriel called out ‘left foot, yellow’, Ren slipped just a little and brushed against Con, making the other man’s face flush. They stared at each other for a minute, abruptly looking away when the next move was called. Aelin let a little knowing smirk slip, just in time for Ren to catch her eyes. He had the balls to look at her dumbly, as if he hadn't a clue what he’d just been doing. They all forgot how attentive she was to things and thought they were being sneaky when they weren’t. She would be happy if they made a go of things, once they both stopped being idiots about it. Ren and Connall suited each other.

Yrene walked in from the kitchen with a small tray of food, murmuring gently to Rowan, Gav and Vaughan. It was now noon after all and they boys had been gone all morning. Vaughan walked to where she placed it on the coffee table, giving his thanks as he reached for one of the sandwiches. Yrene only smiled back at him and was just pulling herself back up to normal height when she let out a shocked, “Oh gods fuck.” Aelin stood instantly and Chaol abandoned the game, rushing to his wife’s side.

“Love, are you alright?” She nodded, one hand on her back and the other on her swollen belly. Everyone had stopped what they were doing now, all on alert as they watched.

“Yeah, yes, just fine. Uh, no need to panic.” Very reassuring. Aelin moved to stand in front of her, placing a hand on top of Yrene’s. The woman leaned back a little to look at her, wide eyes blinking a couple of times.

“My waters just broke.”

Oh gods fuck, indeed.

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Again, I’m sorry it’s short but this is how I wanted the chap to end soooo:) Give me a shout if you want to be added to the tags!!!

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thequeenb · 5 years ago

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I needed to hate you to love me (Finale)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Kamilah stood Infront of Amy protectively, her fangs were bared like two weapons ready to kill anyone in their way.

"Amy run" she said with a commanding tone, her eyes fixed on Maria's movements

Amy knew she had a choice to run, to never look back at the women who broke her heart, but then she saw Kamilah, how willingly she protected her from any danger that is yet to come and then at Maria who was on the opposite side, wanting to hurt both of them.

She stepped out of her protection, getting between them "You are right i wont go anywhere"

Kamilah tried to push her back but she stayed still "Amy i said--"

"This is between me and my fiancé" she held out a hand stopping her

Maria smiled, a hint of softness in her eyes "Come with me, i will keep you safe from this monster"

Amy chuckled "Will you? Or will you lie to me again like you do all these years"

Kamilah left out a relieved sign as Maria looked angrily at her

"What did you tell her??"

"Nothing but the truth" she tried to lurch at Maria but Amy's body stopped her

"If you love me truly i want you to tell me the truth" Amy tried to reason with her

Maria took a deep breath, her body was tense

"I was forced into this life, i was murdered and he promised to hurt the people who did this to me"

"Xenocrates" Amy spat out coldly

"How--"

"Unlike you she told me everything, i know you never asked for this but killing her wouldn't do you any better"

Maria laughed sarcastically "Its either me or her"

Amy took a step back remembering Kamilah's words "it was either me..or her" she repeated in her head.

"Let me handle her and we will--"

"Under my dead body" Amy hissed throwing their engagement ring away

Kamilah smiled knowing she choose her side but then she saw Maria's anger growing more and more.

Without another thought Kamilah lurched towards her pushing Amy away. Maria was on the ground, Kamilah's dagger inches away from her face

"You have to do better than that" she said kicking Kamilah so hard she flew away hitting on a tree

Amy gasped, she was still on the ground but before she could react she felt a strong arm wrapping around her neck

"And here i thought you were smarter than this" Maria said smirking

Amy tried to breathe but she felt like she was suffocating "I would..rather..be..with..her"

"Oh you will both meet in hell" and like that she squeezed harder until

"Dont you dare touch her again" Kamilah said diving her dagger deep into her back, slicing all the way down

Maria fell to her knees, fresh blood coming out of her mouth. Amy fell to the ground, finally collecting her breath.

She watched Kamilah coming to her side making sure she was ok "Amy are you alright?"

"I am good as i can be"

"Take this" Kamilah said handing her one of her daggers

Amy took it in her hand, the weight of the situation finally sank in, she had to fight her ex fiancé, a woman she loved for so long.

She didn't had time to wrap her head around it before Maria was back at her feet with determination in her eyes.

"I am so touched, my two ex lovers are against me" Maria smiled "but you see i have an ace up my sleeve as well"

Kamilah for a moment looked lost, waiting for the worst to happen

"Soldiers!!" She yelled, and like that out of nowhere about an army of 50 men drew their weapons at them

Amy's body started to shake, this was it, this was how they die.

"You can surrender and we can make this less painful"

Kamilah scoffed "i will rather die that surrender to you"

"As you wish" she smiled raising her hand to give the command to fire

Amy shut her eyelids hard, holding Kamilah's hand tight. She expected pain and bolts coming throughout her body but when she opened them she saw the unbelievable

"No one touches my best friend" Lily said shooting down two men with her crossbow

Kamilah looked around seeing Jax raising his swords "Now this is my kind of party"

Adrian lurched towards the commander snapping his neck sending him to the ground

Maria looked at the chaos around her lost, but she saw the unexpected surprise as an opening attacking Kamilah.

"I cant believe you guys came here, how?" Amy asked Lily confused

"Serafine warned us about Kamilah's death wish so i had to rescue both of your asses"

Amy had a faint smile on her face watching how willingly her friends were there for her, but then within the chaos she spotted Maria quietly sneaking behind Kamilah who was dealing with 3 soldiers

She tried to warn her, her eyes filled with terror. A knife dove deep into her chest. Kamilah gasped watching the tip of it coming out off the other side, blood painting her whole front red. She fell to her knees, Maria smiling victoriously behind her

"You really thought you would get away with this didn't you?"

Amy screamed running towards them without a second thought "No!!!"

Maria looked at her smiling "yes"

Before she could even go help Kamilah, she found herself in the air, Maria holding a knife on her hand "Why don't you join her?"

A sharp blade cut through her skin. Everything stopped even time. Blood came out of her mouth like a waterfall as her vision turned red. She saw Maria's satisfied smile and then she remembered the dagger Kamilah gave her.

She gathered her last strength diving the blade deep into her heart. Painful screams filled the air "You..how.." was the last thing Maria said before turning into ashes.

Finally Amy laid on the ground, on her left was Kamilah struggling to get closer to her. Everything was a blur. The scene before her was traumatizing, bodies were laying dead around her, her friends running towards her

"Amy no" Jax yelled watching the pool of blood around her

Kamilah kneed next to her taking her in her arms. Her wound was healing but the wound in her heart was worse

"No..no..no stay with me" she said pressing her forehead against Amy's, fresh tears running down her cheeks

"Dont..cry..you..never..cry" Amy breathed out, talking felt like the most hard thing in the world at the moment

Kamilah held her hand feeling how cold her skin was turning "why did you do this Amy..i could have dealt with it" her voice broke but she tried to be brave

Amy gave her a faint smile. Despite the agonizing pain she gave Kamilah that smile she fell in love with "it..was either..me..or you"

Kamilah closed her eyes taking a deep shaky breath "Oh Amy..you are so brave..so wonderful..i finally had you back and you--"

"Shh..look..at..me" Amy said, her eyes slowly closing. She knew she was dying but it didn't scare her, she saved the woman she loves

"I..love..you.." she whispered with her weak voice, trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes from closing once and for all

Kamilah held her even tighter "I love you Amy please dont go"

But the body on her hands was cold, Amy's weak heartbeat couldn't be heard anymore.

"No Amy..No!!"

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Everything was awfully quiet. The place was cold but she could hear voices. A bright light made her eyes hurt when she tried to open them is this heaven?

"Guys come here!! She is waking up" she heard a familiar voice calling

She winced trying to understand what was happening. Everything felt odd yet normal

"Amy" she heard over and over again until she finally blinked noticing 4 figures leaning over her. Her body felt weird, her heart was racing and--

"What the.." she said when two pointy teeth poked her bottom lip

She slowly stood up realising she was somewhere dark, cold ..a basement

"I knew she would wake up!!" Lily said excitedly but everything sounded louder than before.

"Lets give her space" Adrian said as they all took a step back

Kamilah stepped closer, putting a careful hand on her shoulder "Amy.." for a second she smiled, relieved to see her alive.

"What happened..i.." flashes of Maria stabbing her came back on her mind "I remember i.."

Kamilah signed, a hint of guilt on her eyes "i turned you..i..it was either that or..lose you forever"

Amy frowned, her eyes went wide "i am a vamprire" she repeated until she finally let it sink in

Kamilah was worried that Amy would hate her, that she didn't want her close but everything was forgotten when two strong arms were wrapped around her holding her tight

"Aren't you..mad?"

"I..i am overwhelmed but..i get to have you for eternity" Amy smiled kissing her softly

Kamilah took a moment to admire her. Take in her beauty her presence. She stroked her thumb on her cheek smiling "i promise i will be with you in every step of this way"

They held eachother for a long moment enjoying eachother warmth, a silent promise of never letting go. Amy wasn't scared of anything knowing Kamilah will be there with her making sure she was ok. At that moment they both knew, their love might have challenges but it will never die.

The end.

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tonysiron · 6 years ago

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The ocean waves rippled, kissing the sand as she drew back and forth in the tide. The salt licked the wooden legs of his chair and the exposed toes of his feet. Occasionally, the ends of his grey sweat pants caught the splashes of the ocean's personal game, the rocking back and forth in between the two figures sat on her beach, and the pull of the sun on the horizon.

"Go Fish." He said into the paw of his hand, staring down at his own cards. Each one had a different cartoon fish, all labeled with both the scientific and normal names of the individual species. It was silly, but he and Morgan used these cards all the time when they played together, and Natasha didn't seem to mind. She smiled, actually.

Nat reached forward, took a card, and then leaned back as she looked at him gently, chewing her peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.

"Do you... have any 6s?" Tony asked. Just as Natasha swallowed and opened her mouth to respond, her gaze shifted over his shoulder. Her eyes softened more, and she closed her mouth, smiling gently.

"Why don't you ask him?"

Tony frowned just slightly, before tensing and turning in his chair, the weight of his movements creaking the wood and sinking it further into the muddy, ocean kissed sand.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, so that's the greeting I get?" Steve asked, walking over from where the ocean crashed into the back of his calves, soaking his sweat pants. He walked gracefully out of the sea, approaching the two and their table of Go Fish, all while Tony stood up and rushed over.

"No, seriously, what the hell? Nat and I have only been here for a week! You cant-What did you do?" He asked, genuine concern lacing through his voice. Hysteria began to roll up his throat as his mind began to play out all the possible options of what Steve could have done.

"I lived. I got that life you told me to get." Steve said softly, pausing just a few short inches in front of Tony, looking down at him gently.

Tony's face screwed up in confusion, concern falling away. "What, in a week?" He questioned.

"No," Steve said softly. "Just 5 seconds."

It took a few moments for that to sink in, and Tony choked up before jerking him forward, holding him tightly.

"How was it?" He asked into Steve's chest.

The waves crashed at their feet, and Tony would have usually stumbled, but Steve kept them steady as he held the smaller man close to him. Tony looked younger, like the weight of the world had never settled on his shoulders, or buried deep in the bags of his eyes. His frown lines had disappeared, and his hair was curly and thick on his head, the darkest brown it had ever been. Steve loved it.

"It was beautiful." He mumbled, and then buried himself deeper in Tony's presence.

"But I missed you. Throughout all of it. I missed you so much. And when Peggy died.... I didn't see much point in staying."

Tony gasped and jerked back. "Steven Grant Rogers, you did not-"

Steve smiled at Tony's immediate reaction, chuckling slightly. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean I left, came back. I... I gave Sam the shield, and.... I met Morgan, Tony." He said gently.

Tony's body language softened immensely, and he smiled. It was more prideful than sad.

"What did you think?" He asked.

"She's a genius, just like you." He said.

Tony began to feel tears well up in his eyes.

"Not that this isn't super cute, or whatever, but I refuse to third wheel until Clint gets his ass dead, so...." Natasha waved her pb&j sandwich in the air, and Steve perked up, grinning at her.

Later that evening, when the tides grew stronger and the ocean swallowed the sun, Steve and Tony found themselves content in sitting in the sand while Natasha did hand stands on the beach, elegantly and gracefully walking her fingers along the mud.

"Why here?" Tony asked, turning his head to Steve.

"Hm?"

"I mean, why with us?" He gestured to Natasha, whose lips curled just slightly. She was eaves dropping, but not making a show of it. Old habits die hard.

"You could have gone anywhere, made peace and rested in a place that reminded you of.... home." Tony said, staring out at the pinking sky.

"Tony... You are my home." He said softly. Tony's eyes widened and he looked back at him, surprised, though Steve kept his gaze on the ocean, smiling contently at the sea.

"Everything always lead back to you. Your future, my new future. The universe could never let me get away."

Tony snorted at that. "I bet you hated it. Sorry," He shrugged. Steve finally looked at him, shaking his head. Tony always deflected, even in death. Of course.

"I cherished every moment, Tony." He said softly.

They two stared at one another, Steve's eyes gentle and full of an ease Tony had never been blessed with, neither in life or even now. The genius flustered and squirmed under his all too caring gaze, and cleared his throat, looking away once again.

"You think Bruce or Thor will ever get here?" He asked. Steve simply shrugged.

"I'd hope so, but Thor and Bruce seem to be-"

"Immortal?"

"Sturdy."

Tony chuckled at that. "Thats what I thought of you, and yet..." He gestured at him and then huffed in fake exasperation.

"Even in death I can't escape your sorry asses."

Steve grinned. "Yeah. You're stuck with us." He said to him.

Tony looked over, and smiled right back.

"Guess I am." He said softly.

Steve continued to stare at him longingly, tilting his head meaningfully.

"I mean, it, you know. You, being my home, being around every corner in my life," He said.

"I couldnt be happier where I ended up, here, with you, Tony."

Tony stared at him and swallowed thickly, before leaning forward and kissing him gently on the mouth.

It was chaste, gentle, and sweet, and when they pulled away they let out a soft breath, chuckling into each other's mouths and resting their foreheads together.

"We're so dumb." Tony blurted, and Steve laughed a little louder, grin spreading wider.

Tony's smile fell slightly. "We could have had something, one upon a time." He said, and then it fell even more. "But now-"

"Now we have all the time in the world, Tony." Steve said, taking his hand.

"Morgan and Pepper will always be the one's. I know that. Peggy will always be mine." Steve said softly, but laced their hands together.

"But Tony, I saw worlds, timelines where you and I fall in love, over and over again." He swallowed.

"Its okay that we never got to do that in life. I'm okay with that, because you had Morgan, and Peggy was my girl. But... now... now I dont see why not." He said gently, and when Tony didnt respond, he swallowed and looked away.

"Or not, you know. Thats okay too."

"Why are you here?"

"I told you-"

"But really, Steve. Why? You could have gone to Peggy, found all your old friends-The Howling Commandos. Why me? Why Natasha? Why the Avengers?"

"Because.." Steve swallowed. "You're my family, and.... and I love you. I never stopped loving you. I love Peggy, I love the Commandos, but you made me have a purpose in the future-"

"Then why did you go back-"

"Because you were dead, Tony!" Steve said, his frustration beginning to erase the gentle ease he had earlier.

"You told me to get a life, and I did. I did everything for you. Everything. Every day I loved Peggy, I thought of you. Every evening I spent out, laughing, making new memories, I thought of you. I told myself that it was all okay, that everything was okay, because I was happy. But you don't understand what its like to live with survivor guilt, Tony-"

"I know exactly what thats like-!"

"Do you, do you really?" Steve asked, eyes glistening.

"I missed you. Every day. More than I even realized I could. I cherished every moment of seeing you in the news, becoming the man you were destined to be. Tony Stark, I love you. Unbelievably so." He said, but then stood.

"If you want me to go, then I will. For the rest of time, you never have to see me again. I can leave, if thats what you want." He said a bit hoarsely, and stared out into the ocean.

A moment's pause passed between them, and Tony stood in the sand, before stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder, because who was he to take away Steve's heaven? Nobody just decides to spend the rest of eternity with their bestie on a whim. Steve wanted to be here. Steve chose to be here.

"I'm sorry..." He wasn't quite sure what he was apologizing for, though. Perhaps it was making Steve blow up, or maybe for haunting Steve's life that was supposed to be happy.

Steve relaxed under his hand, and turned to him, smiling weakly.

"Stay." Tony said, pushing Steve's shoulder so they could face each other.

"Stay. With me. Please." He said softly, stepping close.

"Do you want me to?" Steve asked, looking at his feet.

"I do." Tony said, taking his fingers in his. Both of their hands were soft, rid of callouses.

"Is it true?" Tony asked. "That you saw us, falling in love?" He said gently. Steve nodded, stepping forward and placing his hands on Tony's waist. Tony's own went to his jawline, carresing his cheeks.

"Well then, I refuse to waste any more time." He said gently, eyes fluttering slightly as he leaned forward.

"Sweetheart," Steve breathed, lips brushing his. "We have an eternity of time."

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thedungeonsbat · 6 years ago

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Muggle Love (Chapter 10)

Chapter 10

"I am… a wizard." Severus had never been this nervous in his whole life and trying to maintain his usual tone, seriously the hardest job right now. He kept looking at you waiting for an answer. He would not have been surprised if you had screamed or jumped up in surprise because he had told you his truth after calculating all of the possible reactions. He had his mind made up, he wasn't gonna lie to you anymore, at least not with this.

"You what?" You exclaimed, your expression had turned even more bewildered. You were pretty sure you heard him wrong.

"A wizard, (Y/N). Just listen t-" He was beginning to say but you could not hear anything after he told you what he was, if you heard him right, a wizard. All other words out of his mouth were mute to you.

"B-but they don't exist. Wizards are- they are just fantasies! There's no such thing a-as magic!" You were almost shouting. Seeing you panic so much Severus thought- well, was sure- that he had made the wrong choice. You did not take it well apparently but he knew this could happen. He was positive this would be the end of your 'friendship'.

"That is what you think. There is so much you do not know that exists." He tried to maintain himself calm while also doing the same for you.

You suddenly got up causing Severus to look up, a hint of surprise on his face. This was it, you were going to leave him or so he thought.

"Tell me its some joke, Sev. It's seriously not funny." Of course it was not a joke, his face was all you needed to know he wasn't being 'funny'.

Severus took your hand in his and made you sit again. You two had been looking intently at each other and had hardly broken the eye contact even once.

You felt vulnerable under his touch and you could feel your face redden, even if it wasn't the right time to blush. You wished for him to not notice him and God knows if he ever did, his face never reflected any of his thoughts. But, his eyes were filled with so many emotions, mainly remorse.

"It's not. Why would I ever lie to you? I would never want to break your trust, you know that." His voice was soft and low and his expression melted.

"Then why did you not tell me before?" You tried to maintain a steady voice but you knew it would break very soon.

Severus was lost for words. What would he say? The truth was still unclear to him, he wasn't even sure why he told you now.

"I- I did not want to lose you." He almost whispered. You had not noticed but the gap between the two of you had lessened and you were barely inched away from each other.

With your other hand you held his and replied, "I d- don't know, Severus. I always feel like I know nothing about you. I thought we were friends, "

"But we are, (Y/N)." He said shortly, he was hurt. So were you.

"I thought so too." You said in a barely audible whisper while slowly loosening your hands from his grip. You looked down at your feet and your eyes began to water. Believing he was a wizard was impossible for you. You had never heard anything of such kind. But also, your heart was not ready to believe he would lie, to you. And even if he was a wizard, even if he could do magic, how would ever be able to be with him like you were before?

You got up again, preparing to leave. But of course Severus was not gonna let you go so easily. He did not tell you his true identity just to see you leave.

"(Y/N) dont. Please. I can show you..." He said, placing his finger under your chin to make you look up to him. You resisted but once again, you were weak under his tender touch. You did not want him to see you crying. It broke his heart to see you like this, specially because he was the reason.

A part of you told you that it was wrong to believe him. But a part of you told you that he would never lie to you, that he would never break your trust and evidently the other part's opinion was much, much stronger. You were the one who hid your birthday from him, he wasn't the one to lie to you about something but then again, he never really did tell you something about himself.

You opened your mouth to speak something but closed it again. The words would come out and it was harder to believe that this all wasn't a dream. What was he going to show you? Was this for real?

"Close your eyes." Severus said as he stepped one step closer and seeing no other option, you did accordingly. Your stomach was twisting, again the same feelings. Damn these hormones!

"Trust me." He whispered, sending chills down your spine, as he very often did. You could feel him very close to you and you began breathing heavily. Your heart rate increased every second and you soon felt him taking your hands in his.

Then suddenly, you felt strange. Extremely strange and sick. Everything seemed to revolve around you and because your eyes were closed, you could not see what was happening. A moment ago, you felt like… floating and now, in a mere blink of an eye, you felt ground beneath your feet. What was he doing? Whatever it was, it made you feel very, very uneasy. Thank goodness you did not faint but you were really dizzy. He had gripped your hands tighter to make sure you did not fall.

Severus had closed his own eyes too and within seconds he spoke, "You may open them now."

You slowly opened them, scared of what you might see. Severus had not told you what he was about to do, he was a wizard even though you still couldn't completely believe it. You had spent years studying science and now a person tells you he could do magic and sorts, it was going to be extremely hard to trust the fact that another world existed where people with magical powers lived and where there were wonders you had never even dreamed of.

When you finally opened your eyes, you couldn't believe them. You saw Severus standing in front of you, still very close and hands intertwined. He was not all you could see, your eyes trailed around the surroundings. You were no longer in his house. No walls and no roof!

"Sorry about the sickness, it happens." He told you, finally releasing your hands from his grip, realising how long he had been holding them. You looked around and seeing what you were seeing, you pinched your arm to make sure you were not dreaming.

"Ouch... It is real." You muttered under your breath. Then you turned around again for a better view of everything around you.

You were in an open field, the sun was setting and the sky was red. All around your feet was long, thick grass. It was neither too hot not too cold, it was pleasant and quiet. Tall trees were behind you and not a single soul could be seen in front of you. You knew for sure you weren't in London anymore but still had no idea where you could possibly be now.

(The location should look something like this, just the sky was a bit redder.)

"S- Severus, what is this? I mean, how did we? Di- Did you do this?" You asked turning towards him. He would have been amused by your reaction but he was in no such place. He was hesitating and afraid of what could happen now. He had apparated with a muggle, again. And it was you both the times, of course you did not remember the first time.

He sighed and replied, "Yes. I want you to believe that I am not lying to you about anything. Try to understand, (Y/N)."

"I- I am, but this, " You paused to glance around you again, "this is unbelievable. And I think… in a good way." Severus could see the slightest hint of a smile but disappeared as soon as it came but it was enough. Enough to know he could hope for something.

"Really?" He asked, tilting his head a bit. Severus Snape was a person who wasn't expected to look cute but right now, he was and there was no denying it.

"Perhaps." You replied mocking his tone to which he raised his eyebrow. Very attractively in fact.

There were no tears in your eyes now, but excitement about what oddity just happened. And there you were! The best of you showed, you were back. The most astonishing fact that Severus found about you was how easy-going you were. All the time. You let go of old things very easily. Maybe that is what made you so special.

Not only your mood was lit up by the new surroundings but also you lift up Severus' spirits too. He was confident now. Confident that you might start to trust him and most importantly accept. It somewhat disturbed him that he needed you to accept him.

You approached him and he looked down to maintain the eye contact as you came closer to him. It was strange how hard it was for any of you to break it. It was like you never wanted to be free from each other's gaze.

For a minute you hesitated to do anything but then you hugged him lightly, still hesitant.

"I'm sorry." You whispered and he judged by your voice you were crying.

"Shh..Its alright. It was my fault anyway." You battled your urge to protest his statement but at the moment, you had found so much of comfort in his arms that you did not say anything.

He pulled away slightly only to wipe your tears.

After that, you sat down on the soft grass, pulling Severus down with you. He resisted but failed. You sat silently for many minutes which felt like hours. You were watching the beautiful sunset, it was one like you had never seen before.

"Where are we, Sev?" You asked breaking the silence.

"Someplace away from everyone's eyes." He replied but did not look at you.

You pouted, "Why can't you ever answer my questions properly?"

He faced you now, a smirk on his face. He did not respond and you scowled. "Don't do that." He remarked.

"Why? You're not the only one permitted to do that. Its not like I need a license to frown, Mr. Grim." You tried to sound cold like him which only amused him more although he was not really pleased with your way of addressing him.

"Very well." You turned away, "But tell me, do you mean to say that the blonde-man was a wizard and he vanished with magic?"

"Yes, and that is how I did it."

"Cool." You commented earning a frown of confusion for him.

"Cool? You find magic cool?" He said in his drawling tone.

"Well, yes. Everything must be so easy."

Performing tasks with magic was easy, true, but the challenges faced by the wizarding community were a nightmare. Specially for Severus for he had a secret no one but Dumbledore and he knew.

"So you believe me then?"

"I never doubted you but it is still hard to… accept."

"Take your time." He softly told you. You smiled at him and then again a comforting silence spread over you.

~~~Severus' POV~~~

I told her to take her time. At least I know she was trying. It was a huge relief for me to know that she did not think I was a liar. Even though she did not take it well in the beginning, she took it better than I had expected in the end.

I feel like she has become a part of my life. I don't want it to be true, it can't possibly be. My mind says it's not right but my heart says otherwise… Everything is bright around her, she makes me smile. Genuinely. I never even knew I would ever be capable of it after whatever happened. For some moments, all the worries vanish but they come back as soon as she leaves. What is my heart doing to me?

~~~Your POV~~~

It's weird, super weird. Magic always sounded so absurd to me but here I am, believing Severus. I seriously do not know what I should do. Something makes me want to trust him, no matter what. Because if I do not, I'll lose another person I hold dear.

It's really complicated. I thought I was capable of handling situations well but apparently I am not. Right now I do not care who or what Severus is. It feels right to be with him and that is what I am doing and hopefully will do in the future. He might be a 'gloomy' person but he seems to have made a permanent spot in my heart… What's happening? I never feel this but I am now.

The whole 'wizard' thing is too much to handle right now. I'm trying to get it off my mind and see the positives of it even though it's so crazy. I am glad that Severus decided to share it with me. Well, it does seem better this way, after all I can't go fussing about everything after… that's a whole other point. At present, at this moment I am just happy to have met a person like him because he is someone who makes me feel right. The only one.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think of it because I am not really satisfied with this one. Its sometimes hard to write something that won't be too unhappy and make it as real as possible. I really hope you liked this chapter. Also, the updates might be less frequent for the next two weeks though I will try to upload a chapter or two a week. Thanks again and lots of love to ya all❤❤

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thedistantstorm · 6 years ago

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Phoenix Protocol 02

A Zavala x Female Guardian work.

Summary: When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

[Previously]

Ikora always wants more.

By research, Ikora actually means to discuss Miyu stopping hers. Focusing on more important matters. The Reef. Uldren. Miyu wants nothing to do with any of it, and that is why she had willingly offered her services detaining escapees from the Prison of Elders despite not actually wanting to do that at all.

It gives Miyu time to actually complete some more secretive research on the side: why her Light is messed up. Why it feels like when she received hers back, after the war, it felt like it belonged to someone else, the person she used to be but wasn’t any more, coiling uneasily beneath her skin. She’s gone to Io. The Shard. Both under the guise of hunting escapees, but also to seek answers.

Neither place does and very day, the solar sword is more difficult to grasp, wings of flame beyond her reach. Telling her Vanguard that didn’t work. Ikora didn’t understand. The Void has always been at her fingertips, for as long as she’s been connected to the Traveler. With that in mind, Miyu attempts to adapt her argument, listens to Ikora insisting that she push herself and hopes that eventually either her own efforts or Ikora’s reasoning pays off.

Ikora still demands an answer, though. Wants Miyu to give her something. So, Miyu presents her personal thoughts. Based on her research, she finds that her connection to the Light is strongest while meditating or calling upon her abilities in the midst of a healing rift. Ikora is not impressed. Miyu isn’t expecting her to be. She tells Ikora the truth - that she does not believe offensive maneuvers are her true calling, not anymore. It’s something she’s believed for a while now. She can hear Ghost cheering her on in her mind for being honest - for expressing her opinion. That was rare. Miyu hated doing so, especially when she knew it was going to be an unpopular one.

Ikora, in response, cites battles, strikes, accolades. Ikora always measures a Warlock’s worth in accolades.

Miyu measures a person - Guardian, Human, Exo, Awoken, whatever - in terms of character. Heart. Sometimes she thinks that’s why she just doesn’t fit in with her more intellectual colleagues, aside from not being sneaky and clever like the Hidden or having half the honors or titles that Ikora’s top-tier Warlocks have. Put a sword in her hands and Miyu can cut down almost anyone or anything. But have her infiltrate a group and act a certain way, play a role of some sort? She’ll fail right away.

She is not an actress. She’s a Guardian. And to her knowledge, the definition of a Guardian is someone who protects. There has to be some merit in that, she’s told Ghost, and he - her best friend and most honest critic - agrees.

Ikora - Miyu thinks - must not think much of her. Still, the Void user pulls her back from her thoughts with praise. “Grey,” She says, “You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You need to push yourself harder. Do not give up. I know you are better than this.”

It’s times like this that she wonders. Does Ikora know what her name is, really? Does Ikora even care? Miyu is beginning to think she’s just a faceless person, a puzzle that is challenging and therefore worth the more esteemed woman’s time. Ikora gave her hardly any face-time before the war, before she had these issues.

Regardless, the younger Warlock attempts to retain her composure. “Thank you. However, I would like to pursue my research on a more defensive Solar ability,” Miyu says, barely a whisper of defiance. “I believe it is possible.”

Ikora shakes her head. “Leave shielding for the Titans. A Warlock’s rift is not meant to protect. It is meant to heal or empower, and only briefly. Attempting to augment it is a waste of Light better spent on dispatching our enemies.”

Miyu sighs, but nods. “What would you have me do, then?”

The Warlock Vanguard crosses her arms, turns her back to Miyu and looks out at the City. “Take the most difficult Strikes and Patrols I can give you. Challenge yourself and you will find yourself calling upon your abilities more. If that does not help you to realign yourself with your Light,” She trails off, eyes narrowing on a fixed point beyond the horizon, “I will explore other paths. Your research is unnecessary at this time. If you require a project, I will send you to collect information from the Reef.”

The younger Warlock bows. “I understand,” Miyu says, schooling her features into something blank, and trying to sound collected and grateful, not detached and indifferent. “Thank you.” This won’t help. She’s already tried this, Miyu thinks, but tries not to let it bleed into her demeanor.

“You’re welcome, Grey. You may go.”

Miyu turns her back to Ikora Rey, but waits until she is nearly to Banshee’s stall in the main portion of the Tower to let the frustration show on her face, a very quiet growl escaping her. Ghost appears at her side immediately. “I can’t believe she wouldn’t listen to you,” He says, sounding even more irritated than Miyu is. “I’m sorry,” He apologizes to her. “But I think you should keep working on it.”

“So do I.”

Ghost bobs, spinning around her in a wide circle of disbelief. “You do?”

“Yes.” Silver eyes cant over toward her Ghost’s single teal one. “I’ll do what she asks, and continue my research on my own. What else can I do?”

He sighs. “I know. I just wish it had gone differently.” He taps her cheek. “If you could have convinced her to watch you summon your-”

“We asked that the last two times and she refused. It’s okay, Ghost. I’m used to it being just you and me.” She reaches up to cup his small being with her hands, and holds him close. “Sometimes, I think it’s better that way.”

Ghost nuzzles against her abdomen in a return of their improvised hug, and wonders not for the first time if she considers leaving. He knows she doesn’t feel like she belongs here, that she’s trying so hard to fit into the roles dictated by social norms. Most of her fellow Guardians hurt her with their lack of understanding, their taunts. Most of them do not know how it feels to have their Light feel foreign to them. Still, she remains as gentle as she can, does her best to be kind to everyone she meets. It’s no wonder they don’t live within the confines of the Tower. The City folk are far kinder to his wayward Guardian than her own brothers and sisters. It’s a shame.

Three days later, news hits the Tower. Cayde-6's killer has been eliminated. Almost everyone is celebrating. Miyu uses the general population's distraction to her advantage, slipping out to the training grounds recently restored near the base of the wall. There should be free space for her to experiment unseen, a rarity in the middle of the day.

She discards her gauntlets and lets the heavy, flame-retardant sleeves of her robes hang down over her palms. Pulls her sword from its sheath at her side. Ghost flutters around her, cones spinning silently in anticipation a safe distance away. She drops to her starting position, kicks off.

What she does not have in stealth or strength, she makes up with in skill. Some of it, Ghost believes, may have been written upon her from her first life, muscle memory and reflexes allowing her to pick up swordplay far more easily than ever anticipated. But not all of it. She worked hard to hone her skills, consulted archives and videos, took every ounce of criticism to heart.

He enjoys watching her dance throughout the training arena with her blade slashing out, parrying imaginary blows, each move fluid yet moving with unbelievable discipline and precision. However, he knows it will come soon. Can feel the tingle of Light, the increasing heat. She’s going to try without the rift. She always does, first. When her mind is clear, when she’s reached that place of blank-white concentration.

The Warlock sheaths her physical blade in a motion like lightning, before reaching out for the heat in the air, calling upon the Light in her soul to manifest the sword that answers the call of her heart. It always looks so effortless from afar.

It isn’t, though. He watches her throw the first one, scorching the dirt. Watches her call upon the second. Watches the flames spiral up her arm, paying no heed to her robes. Watches her grit her teeth and give form to the energy in her hand. This one doesn’t go as far, doesn’t track like the first.

The third fizzles into ash, blackens her fingertips. She screams, drops to her knees, slams her fists into the dirt. He doesn’t approach. He knows she wants to feel this, to commit it to memory - as if she hasn’t already, he thinks, but allows it to continue - and use it to fuel her. It’s how Ikora believes she will improve. Miyu doesn’t believe in it, but she tries anyway. He knows she’d try anything, to feel like herself again.

This is torture, but it’s therapeutic. She needs to let it out, to blaze, like the fiery powers locked inside her, refusing to come out the way they’re supposed to. The way they always had, before the Cabal had ripped them away by force.

Any changes in her personality, since the war, have been subtle. He notices the way her swordhand twitches after she lets the blades burn through her nerves. Can tell that where she might say ten words once, she now says six or five. Notices that where she’d try to be social once in a while, it takes a great deal of encouragement to convince her to approach a friendly face.

Ghost’s cones push out and then back in, spiraling around him in surprise as someone appears on his radar. Someone approaching, quickly. At a run. Miyu is pushing herself up, the rush of a healing rift spiraling out from beneath her. She doesn’t notice.

Another attempt is made to call upon the sword. She growls and braces her sword hand - gripping her left wrist with her right hand. Flames spit and spiral up both arms this time, fighting for purchase against the healing properties of the rift.

“Mi- Miyu?”

The small AI turns at the sound of the familiar voice. Oh, no.

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kz-i-co · 6 years ago

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Until Dawn

Spin off of Dyling LIght: Part 1 | Part 2

» Summary: He’s reckless, careless, but he might be the hero you fall in love with at the end of the day.

» Pairing: Min Yoongi (suga) / Reader

» Genre: Angst/fluff - zombie au

» Words: 5.2k

» A/N: I would recommend reading at least Dying Light Part 2 to read this story, for those who haven’t. This story basically starts off in Part 2 where you meet Yoongi’s character.

»Part 2

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"She kicked me out, for the second time now." He sighed. "She's just playing hard to get."

He looked towards his only open ears. "Don't look at me like that." He spoke to the brainless zombie. "I'm not untieing you." He threw out his cigarette and crushed into under his boot.

"Huh, I see you invited some of your friends." He untied the zombie from the tree. "You're free go to them." He spoke and the zombie came right towards his.

He walked backwards to stay away. "Not to me." He kept walking and the other herd of zombies came towards him. "Go home." He teased and stuck his foot out tripping the zombie.

"My bad." He laughed. "Whatever follow me all you want." He turned around facing forward down the long lonesome road.

"Let me know if you guys get tired." He smirked.

The herd kept growing bigger as 3 more no 4 more would approach the more he walked. 30 following the most but all Yoongi did was laugh.

As the sun was setting he stopped suddenly as the zombies had a chance to catch up. "Its getting dark." He said and started walking towards the forest. Half through the forest, he noticed a small trap enclosure that was hooked to the tree.

He looked at the handy work and just smirked in amusement. "Amatures."

He stepped on the trap, getting pulled up in the net purposely. He felt comfortable in the net, almost like a hammock. He put his arms behind his head and started closing his eyes.

You walked through the woods, scouting for food until you heard the growl of multiple zombies. You snuck around the trees and saw tons of zombies trying to reach your filled net that was hung in the tree. You couldnt make out the person stuck inside but you saw no movement.

You catch the zombies attention and they started coming towards you. You picked up your riffle and shot the 20 or 30 zombies that were lingering by. Your gun had a silencer so you didn't have a problem bringing more attention towards you.

You picked up a pebble and threw it towards the net.

"Ow." He said.

You recognized the voice. "A.D?"

"(Y/N/N)." He sat up. "Are you following me? I knew you liked me."

"No idiot. This is my trap." You smirked.

"Oh." He laughed. "Its your trap."

"What's so funny?"

"I thought maybe you recruited a 10 year old or something." He said laying back once again.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Its not that good, it's barely even hidden." He complained.

"But you got caught?" You were confused.

"I wanted some sleep."

"You are unbelievable." You mumbled to yourself.

You still couldn't figure out this guy. He goes around carelessly and gets caught but he managed to still be a badass. You didn't understand him. The actions he chooses would get a normal person killed, but yet he is still around, unharmed. He was interesting enough that you were curious of what he did before the outbreak.

"You have two groups out there trying to kill you, why do you linger around?" You asked.

You saw his hand appear out of the net holding a knife and then he threw it at the tree getting him down with no problems. He stood up and took his knife out of the tree. "Lucky I didn't land on my machete, that wouldn't be pretty." He laughed placing his knife back into his pocket.

"Why are you still here." You were only a few miles away from your camp.

"Stop acting like you don't know." He walked closer to you that once you stepped back, you ran into a tree.

"What?"

"Its because I like you, thought that was obvious." He leaned in forward and gave you an intense stare.

"Why me?" You asked feeling flustered for a second but then gently pushed him away.

"Because you fascinate me." He turned around as he heard a zombie sneaking up behind him. He kicked it's shin, causing it's leg to break and crawl around.

He slammed his foot to its head, killing it instantly.

"You barely know me." You continued your conversation.

"Did you forget I was welcomed into your group?"

"Only for a week until they found out you're a spy, then they locked you up trying to kill you." You said.

"I'm not a spy. I left that group for obvious reasons." He looked serious.

"Try convincing that to my uncle." You folded your arms.

"Why should I? I don't want to be apart of his cult anyway." He snipped.

"But you never leave." You arched your eyebrows.

"I do.....I wander around." He shrugged. You just raised your eyebrows once again. "I don't want to leave you."

You laughed. "You're acting like I'm your girlfriend."

"You can be, all you have to do is ask." He smirked.

"Yeah right."

He knew deep down you cared for him, even though you convinced yourself not likely. He was a nuisance and his crush was a little out of hand.

"If you're so afraid of terminus, then why protect them, why won't you tell my uncle where they are." You said.

"I'm not afraid."

"Then what is it?"

"I still have family in there." You looked at him in pain. You had no idea. "I was lucky to escape, and now they have them locked up probably waiting to hack them up into stew." His tone was angry.

"You want to get them back?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Then let us help you."

"I don't trust your group, all you do is blow up building's thinking that is some kind of solution, you will probably only get them killed." You were taken back by what he said.

"Let me help you, just me."

"I can't let you." He said.

"Why?"

"I don't want you getting hurt."

You gave him a sly glare. "Really? I can handle myself." You gestured to the graveyard of zombies scattered around you.

"Doesn't matter, I can't let you get involved with these people."

"But, I-"

He pulled you into him unprepared, slaming his lips towards yours. You felt something unusual as he kissed you, something you couldn't explain.

He pulled away suddenly, smirking once again being cocky he took your breath away. "Please shut up."

Then he walked away.

"Hey." You followed him.

"Wait, you're following me?" He turned around for a second them continue on his way.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna sneak in and get my friends out."

"How are you gonna pull that off?" You asked causing him to turn around suddenly and give you an unamused glare.

"You seriously asking that?"

"But you've always gotten caught by us?"

"Sometimes you act like the smartest person I know but then you ask these dumb questions." He said causing you to pout. "I got caught on purpose, just to see you.....Well also I like to fuck with you guys.....your uncle's hilarious when he's pissed off." He laughed. "Like throwing that zombie at me? That was the best one yet."

"I don't get you."

"That's probably a good thing, since my life is so complicated." He turned around and started walking again.

You didn't know what was happening to you. The more you observed him the more you were feeling emotionally connected.

....

You both stopped for a break, sitting on the railing of the nearby bridge.

"So here's the question of the day, do zombies float?" He asked getting up.

"Is this your life, just playing around with stupid zombies?" You asked watching as he was close to the edge of the bride where it was split down the middle. He whistled to a nearby zombie to get its attention.

"Sometimes you need to have fun so you don't go crazy."

"I feel like you're already hit crazy." You giggled causing him to glare.

You smiled watching him take the zombie and pushing it off the bridge straight into the water. You started laughing until he glanced at you. You tried to hide your laughter instantly to show him you weren't enjoying his company. You hated the fact that you were starting to get affected by him. He was already cocky saying you liked him, you didn't want to prove him right.

"They dont." He walked back over. "Am I hallucinating or did I see you laugh?"

"Why would I laugh at one of your stupid tricks?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I didn't." You argued.

He sighed. "I wish you would just admit it already?"

"Admit what? You're an idiot." Now you laughed.

"That you like me."

"Stop saying I like you." You turned away.

"Then why didn't you pull away when I kissed You?" He leaned forward giving you butterflies.

"I-I."

"What?" He asked being more cocky.

"I was in shock that's why." You got up.

"Because I'm such a good kisser." He smiled.

You growled frustrated pushing a zombie off the bridge.

"I need to get going anyway." He started. "I'm almost at the entrance."

"What entrance?"

"Terminus." He said.

"Its this close?"

"Yeah, it's probably only an hour walking distance near your camp."

You got chills up your spine. You had no idea it was this close. He stopped at a sewer lid in the middle of the street.

"This is the entrance?" You asked.

"No but this is how I will sneak in." He spoke.

"Wait, you're going now? Why don't you wait until we make up a plan or something." You said almost panicking.

He looked at you with confusion. "I never plan, I just do."

"How do you survive this long?"

"I'm just lucky, that's all." He said quite sad to your surprise.

"I'm not letting you do this right now. You need to eat, have a good night's sleep, more ammo."

"Are you worried about me?"

"No." You folded your arms.

"Then give me one reason why I shouldn't do this right now."

You panicked. Why were you being so stubborn? Just say it. Then he will win.

He leaned down opening the entrance. "I don't want you to get hurt okay."

"How come?" He stood back up with a dumb grin on his face.

You didn't know what to say. You were tongue tied. "That's good enough for me." He grabbed your hand and led you towards your camp.

"I'll sneak in your window." He went around the building.

"Wait how do you know which room is mine?" You asked.

"I know the blueprints of your whole building." This guy.

"Okay." You walked inside deciding not to question. You gave the signal at the gate and they let you in.

"Got anything?" One of the guys said.

"Nope, someone ruined all my traps."

"Do you know who?" They asked.

"Nope." You shrugged trying not to smile.

You tried to avoid everyone to get to your room as fast as you could. Once you entered your room. He was sitting on your bed looking through your massazines.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Just curious of what you read."

"You know there is another bed over there." You said.

"I like yours." He smiled.

"I will hurt you." You leaned down about to grab his collar but he pulled you down first and turned you over so he was laying right on top of you. You couldn't help but be hypnotized by him.

"Let me come with you tomorrow." You spoke finally getting out of your trance.

"No." Was all he said.

"I'll let you kiss me again." You bargained.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I can be a big help."

"If you come with me, you better do what I say and no complaining or acting on your own." He said.

"Okay."

He leaned down about to kiss you but you held up your hand. He looked at you confused and impatient.

"I didn't say when." You smiled and rolled over letting him fall off the bed. He sat up and stared at you disappointed. "We get out of this alive tomorrow, I'll do more then kiss you." You smirked, rolling away from him.

It was the first time you had him speechless. He smiled to himself and walking over to the other bed. He was prepared to get a good night's sleep.

He woke up before the sun and snuck out of your camp without waking you. He traveled to the Ember camp sneaking in no problem. He went to J-Hopes room seeing him no where to be found until he thought of another option. He went to the room he knew he should be in and stood corrected seeing him curled up in bed with the girl he met at your camp.

He tapped J-Hope, covering his mouth quickly so he wouldn't get startled. "I need your help." Yoongi whispered.

He rubbed his eyes getting up. J-Hope moved as slow as possible so he would wake his girl up. He grabbed some things leaving the room in silence. J-Hope got dressed quickly and grabbed weapons.

"Are you gonna explain to me?" He asked.

"Did she tell you about terminus?"

"Yeah."

"I need to take them out, but I need help."

"How are we going to do this?" J-Hope asked. "I mean, it's just us."

"I have a plan." Yoongi said and they snuck out of the Ember camp.

They walked down the road until they reached the sewers. "Okay so what's the plan?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"What?" He said alarmed.

"No worries, I have explosives." He opened the lid.

"Great idea." J-Hope said sarcastically.

"But I have people to save first." He jumped down.

"Ew, why the sewers man?" J-hope made a face of disgust.

"Because this leads right to their basement.....but I'm sure it will be guarded."

"Is this like a suicide mission, because I'm not down with that?" J-Hope clicked on his flashlight and wrapped a face mask to avoid as much smell as possible.

"Be careful, there could be zombies in here."

"Great, but you didn't answer my question." J-Hope spoke again feeling anxious. "A.D."

"I don't plan on dying." He answered. "Also can I ask a favor." He stopped in his tracks.

"What?"

"Can your camp take in my friends?"

"Sure man." J-Hope agreed. "You're welcomed as well.....Krane wants to give you the master bedroom for what you did for us." J-Hope laughed.

"I'm flattered, but I have another bed I rather sleep in." He smiled to himself.

"That girl, that helped us? It looked like you were in prison there dude."

"Yeah, I'm not welcomed there, but I like to sneak in for fun." Yoongi said.

"Well, you can stay with us officially and you can sneak in and out as you please." J-Hope said causing Yoongi to smile.

"Sounds good." He gave him a high five which triggered a zombie to appear out of the darkness.

Yoongi was quick to approach him with his machete but as soon as he reached him a knife took him out right in the eye. Yoongi looked back at J-hope in amazement.

"You're good with knives." Yoongi took it out and handed it back to him.

"Just a little." He smiled.

"I killed most of them last time I was down here but who knows." Yoongi stopped in front of a latter that was drilled into the stone wall. "Just through there."

"Thought of a plan yet?"

"You're good at sneaking in and out of places, that's why I wanted your help. I want you to place these cans in every room. It's 3 in the morning so everyone should be sleeping. I'm going into the prison to get my friends out."

"Once you placed every can, come back here and if I'm not back.....leave."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"I should be back before you but if I'm not dont worry about it, just get away from here as fast as you can." Yoongi made it clear.

"Okay."

"You read-" Just as he spoke they heard something coming this way in the water. Yoongi helded up his hand to keep quiet.

They both slowly moved to the corner of the sewer as they saw a flash light coming this way. When it got close enough Yoongi jumped out and a scream was heard.

"(Y/N/N) What the fuck are you doing here?" Yoongi almost shouted.

"What the fuck are you doing, you said I can help you?" You snapped.

Yoongi rubbed his forehead frustrated. "Please leave."

"No."

"Hi." J-Hope waved awkwardly.

"Why does he get to help you?" You were getting more frustrated.

"Because."

"Because why, I'm capable-"

"I don't want you getting hurt. Why don't you understand." Yoongi snapped. "Please just stay here."

"What if you get hurt?" You said feeling upset.

"Then I get hurt, as long as these people pay for what they did."

"You're gonna just risk your life like that?"

"I'm not worried about it." He spoke. "I've made it out of tough situations before."

"You told me you survive because you are lucky, your luck is bound to run out someday." He didn't want to look at you.

"Then that's the risk I'm willing to take."

"Why are you doing this?" You said weakly. "What about our promise?"

"I'm not saying I'll break that promise." He smiled.

"I will let you help but dont complain." He tilted your head up to look at him. "Come on."

They went up the stairs. The basement looked pretty empty.

"Here's the plan." He started. "J-Hope is putting these cans all over the place, they are basically explosives okay?" You nodded. "I'm going to get my friends which is right up those stairs. Once you see J-Hope, turn this knob here." He showed you were it was.

"What does this do?" You asked.

"You'll see." He said with no hint of emotion in his expression.

"What if you're not back?"

"Just turn it if you see J-Hope, that's the only instructions I'm giving you."

"Okay." You said nervous.

"Ready?" He looked at J-Hope and he went up the basement stairs ready to do his part.

"Please make it back."

"Don't worry." He looked at you with a concerned look.

He was about to head up the stairs but you stopped him. "I know this is a bad time but-" You started.

"What?" He asked.

You stepped closer bringing your lips towards his. "Please be careful."

"You like me." He said with a smirk causing you to roll your eyes.

"Just hurry." You pushed him.

As soon as Yoongi snuck around the corner he saw the entrance to the prison lock up. He saw Simon guarding. He always hated that guy.

He went around greeting him not caring about being sneaky. "Hey Simon what's up." The guy had his gun out immediately. "Is that necessary?"

He walked closer. "You know your safety is on."

Simon looked down at his gun and Yoongi slammed it against his temple knocking him out instantly. "Idiot."

He grabbed the keys unlocking the door. "Suga!"

His friends greeted. "V." He unlocked his chain and went around to wake up Jin and JK. Once they woke up they looked at their friend with happiness.

"Where's RM and Jimin?" He asked.

"They make RM make bullets, so he sleeps next to the weapon room." Jin said.

"What about Jimin?" He asked.

"Garrett took Jimin a few days ago." V said in pain.

Yoongi slammed his fist against the door. "Come on, let's go." Yoongi started.

He lead them to the basement floor. "Get down there, I'll be back....I'm going to get RM." He said and ran down the hall.

The weapon room was locked so he had to sneak into the leaders room to get it. He groaned to himself but got there as quick as possible. He snuck in as quietly as possible. He opened the drawer and retrieved the keys and made his way out of the room. He unlocked the weapons room waking up RM.

"Suga?"

"Get to the basement right now." Was all he said.

"Okay." He grabbed a few weapons. "Wait, did you get the others?"

"Yes, they are there already." He spoke.

"What about Jimin?" RM asked.

"He's still alive?" Suga asked.

"Yeah, he's in the wreck room." Suga couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was the room where they kept the zombies chained up to keep other zombies away.

"Why?"

"He spat at Gareth, when he said you betrayed us."

"Get to the stairs I'll get him." Suga said and ran to the right direction. He unlocked the room and was hit with the smell immediately.

He saw Jimin in the corner sleeping but the worst part was how beaten up he looked. He must of been getting tortured.

He ran over to him as soon as possible and picked him up. "Suga." He said weakly.

"I'm here." He put his arm around his shoulder since he was too weak to walk. He noticed his weight change as well breaking his heart. "These assholes are gonna pay, don't worry."

Halfway down the hallway a loud noise rang through the hallway and a sharp pain hitting Yoongi's shoulder. He collapse dragging poor Jimin down with him.

"I thought I would see you again." Gareth said coming closer holding the gun in his hand.

"Suga, get up." Jimin shook his friend.

Yoongi tried to get up but the bullet wound in his shoulder was too painful to resist. "You need to get out of here right now, go to the basement." He told Jimin as quietly as possible before Gareth reached them. "Go." He yelled.

Jimin cried for his friend but went in the right direction and tripped from being so weak.

Gareth had the gun pointed at him but before he could shoot and knife came flying towards his back.

He fell to the floor as the gun slid across the floor. J-Hope was right at Yoongi's side trying to help him up.

"No, help Jimin out please." He begged.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine, I need to deal with him before I leave." He watched as Gareth pulled the knife out of his back. He started to get up.

J-hope did what he was asked and helped his friend out.

.....

"J-Hope where is A.D?" You asked as soon as you saw J-Hope and a light colored haired boy.

"Turn the knob."

"Where-" You kept asking.

"He's been shot."

As soon as he said those words, your whole existence froze in fear. Your face started to swell as tears came down your cheeks in the matter of seconds.

J-Hope was about to turn the knob but you stopped him. "No."

You were about to run up the stairs but J-Hope grabbed onto you tightly. "(Y/N/N) listen to me, we need to turn this on or we will all die."

"I cant leave him."

"We have to, it's what he wanted."

"No." You cried.

J-Hope turned the knob and a few seconds later the first explosion went off, then the second. "We need to get out of here now."

"No." You cried, but J-Hope dragged you out back down to the sewers. As soon as you were all inside, you heard the last explosion come above your head.

You felt like you couldn't breath from the tragic loss. But J-hope carried you on his back the whole way.

As soon as you reached outside, the sun was starting to set. You all watched the building erupt with fire and zombies in the distance go closer. You all looked at the building with sadness in your eyes.

"Come on." RM started and you all turned around heading in the opposite direction.

You hoped off J-Hopes back and followed the boys slowly. You decided to turn around one last time and as you did you saw a figure walking through the grass.

Your face lit up with relief as you saw Yoongi walking. He was weak and started to fall in the grass.

"A.D." You ran to him as fast as you could. The boys late reaction had them a few inches behind you.

As soon as you reached him you noticed his blood soaked shoulder. He was dying.

"No please get up." You cried.

He held his hand up holding yours tightly. "You like me." He said weakly.

"Yes, I like you idiot." You leaned down kissing him passionately. "Please get up."

"Its Okay."

"No, it's not, you aren't allowed to die."

Jin leaned down checking his pulse. "We don't have much time, we need medical supplies quickly."

"My camp isn't far form here." J-Hope said.

"We better hurry, if he is going to make it." RM picked him up and carried him on his back. They ran as fast as they could to the camp.

....

Once you reached the camp J-hope did the signal and the gates opened.

"He needs a doctor right now."

You followed the boys as they lead him to the nurses office, where the doctors stayed.

"A.D?" You asked as soon as RM put him down on the table. He wasn't responding. "Why isn't he moving?" You cried.

The doctor leaned down with the stethoscope listening. "He's still with us, but his heart is beating very slow."

He hooked him up to an IV. "I'm not sure how long he has."

You jittered with panic. "(Y/N) Come with me." J-Hope said. "Just in case."

You nodded and left with J-Hope. He figured if he passed, you shouldnt be there to see it.

You sat as J-Hope got you some water. "He told me he couldnt die." You shook in fear.

"He's brave.....and reckless."

You bit your nails with more tears streaming down your face. "J-Hope?"

You both looked up and you noticed it was the girl that you helped break free only a week ago. J-Hope stood up and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and kiss her sweetly.

"Where were You?"

"We got rid of terminus. Or A.D did."

"A.D? Is he here?" She asked.

"He was shot, he's getting treated." J-Hope said keeping his voice down.

She looked at you with sadness seeing how broken you were. "I hope he is okay."

"Me to."

You woke in the middle of the night, feeling broken once again. The Embers were nice enough to let you stay the night. You snuck out your room and made your way down the hall until you stopped into the nurses office, or at least that's what is was before the outbreak.

You opened the door and saw the first bed lied Jimin as he was weak as well. He was in a deep sleep so you walked past him slowly to not wake him. You then made your way to the last bed seeing Yoongi. You went up to him and gently put your ear to his mouth to make sure he was still with you. You smiled painfully feeling the soft breath of air.

You held his hand feeling him warmly. "Please be Okay." You whispered as more tears made their way down your face.

"You're so annoying, cocky, arrogant, and stupid, but I'm glad you came into my life." You wiped your tears. "I cant live without you."

You felt his hand tighten around yours and you looked at him instantly. "(Y/N/N)?" He said softly.

"A.D?" You leaned forward.

"Yoongi." He spoke.

"What?"

"That's my real name." You couldn't stop your tears from falling.

"(Y/N)."

"That's a beautiful name." You smiled just hearing his voice. "Stop crying....I'll be okay."

He coughed softly. "Like you said, my luck had to run out eventually." His voice was so weak it broke you.

"This is luck just hearing your voice." You lift his hand to your mouth kissing it softly.

You slept there the rest of the night with him holding your hand.

~One week later~

"Where do you go all the time?" Your Uncle asked you.

"Looking for stuff, like food, medicine, weapons."

"We have plenty." He said.

"Sometimes I just like to go for a walk, not be so cooped up in here." You explained.

"Be careful."

"I know." You left and didn't look back.

....

You gave the signal to the gate and they let you in. The Embers had welcome you in with open arms. They were a great establishment. Very friendly people and you wish you could be here full time but you were forced to stay with family.

You walked to the hospital and saw Yoongi sitting in bed with a pillow over his face. You walked over gently touching him and he sat up staring at you. "Thank God, take me away from him."

Jimin looked at him sadly. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"You just talk to much."

"I missed you, is that so bad?" Jimin pouted.

"Stop being mean to your friend." You smiled. "Can you walk?"

He got up slowly. His arm was in a brace. "Its just sore."

"Looks like you still have a while to recover....that means your playing around with zombies gotta stop."

"Whatever." He said grouchy.

"You had to be the big hero, it's your own fault."

"They gave me a room." He said as you both walked down the hall. "But I still have to sleep in the doctors office for another week."

"Does that mean, you're staying for a while?" You looked at him hopeful. "My family is here now, I'm not going anywhere."

"But I wish you could stay here." He continued.

"I know, but I cant just leave my family." You said sadly.

"That's not a problem." You stopped as you reached a room.

"Wow. It's cute."

Since their was an old preschool, the walls were still colorful and there was letters all over the wall.

"I share with Jimin." He rolled his eyes playfully.

You laughed. "How adorable."

"He's okay I guess." He teased.

You went over to the bed laying down. "Your bunks are more comfortable then ours."

You sat up looking at him watching you. "How bad does your shoulder hurt?"

"It hurts less everyday."

"I made a promise to you." You smiled.

"The kiss? You already fulfilled that promise many times."

"But I said something else remember?" You bit your lip. "But I guess I'll have to wait until your injury is better."

He gave a questionable look. "Are you playing with me?"

"No, sorry."

He came over and sat on the bed as you leaned up to sit next to him. You kissed him as passionately as it was the last time. You never know in this kind of world. You always joked saying you wanted him to leave you alone but the little time you actually thought you lost him you couldn't live. He was important to you before you even knew it.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I wont."

"I mean it this time, no more dumb suicide missions. You can't do everything on your own."

"Okay." He smiled but then it turned to a frown quickly. "I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"The leader of terminus, he was the one that shot me." You grabbed his free hand comfortably. "Before I could kill him the first explosion happened and the air was just dark and foggy that he ran off."

"Wait, are saying he's still alive?"

"Yeah, I need to find him, and kill him. Unless we are all in danger."

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redvelvetcult · 5 years ago

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ELLEEEE ARE YOU READY FOR THIS.... ZIMZALABIIIMMM 🤪🤪🤪 how are you my queen 🙆🏽‍♀️ ivveee missed ya, i always look forward to your posts i think a lot of people agree with me but youre just such a NICE AND FUNNY PRESENCE to have around 🙏🏽 im really curious, how have you been, hows life treating you and how has your everyday routine changed? Anything new in eletown? Ive applied for uni so thats a yay 🥳 but im back in germany after being home for 2 months and it sucks -_- -1♏

aHEYEYEYE ZIMZALABIM ZIM-ZIMZALABIM THIS IS LIKE THE MOST PERFECT ENTRANCE YOU COULD HAVE MADE \ajxdfdsk. HELLO hazelnut 💖 welcome back i missed ya too!!! eletown is close to ruins omg. not gonna lie these past months have been absolutely shit POOP mentally 😳 and im getting panic attacks constantly teehe 🤭 but how have u beenn???? lets go uni legend!!! lets get this education

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About what you said, 100% if ill havemy ownkids ill definitely put them into some of those sports or music groups, so theyll understand those hobbies as a permanent presence in their lives and also just grow accustomed to being active in that sense since i feel like im heavily lacking exacy that jsbshdh but who knows... Thank you for your kind words 😭 but irl i can be a VERY passive aggressive isolating hobo so thats that hm :/ about the traveling thing I ACTUALLY AM GOING TO PARIS - 2♏

same aksdhfjds im gonna be like everyone’s sad bitch lets get u some hobbies!!!! i understand i think im like that irl too. it’s easier to express ourselves through the interweb 🤔 but it doesnt matter that doesn’t make u any less valid 💖

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WITH 2 OF MY FRIENDS IN JULY TO SEE NCT 🤧 and we'll also be staying at airbnb for 2 nights so thats gonna be a lot of firsts 😳 honestly its very daunting since its a foreign country and its our first alone and we'll probably camp overnight for the concert so if you have any tips pls share

OMMMGGG. you are going to see NCTSUS???? HAVE FUNNN!!!! GOOO CRAZZYYY AAAA GO STUPPPIIDD. tell taeil that i luv him. oh honestly it’s going to be tiring but i’m sure u are going to have an amazing time.

as for airbnb im guessing u have already booked it right??(in case you haven’t, make sure ur airbnb is close to a central station and in a relatively safe neighbourhood. also before you book, do ask your host any questions you have, it’s their responsibility to reply to you)!!!

more tips, generally hosts are very helpful so don’t be afraid to ask them anything, like how to get there etc and like if any of ur friends is more chill and sociable let them take the lead it’s going to be more relaxing for u!!! i can’t give u any tips for the cocnert cause ive never been to one 😭 but as an extra tip for travelling if your budget is not that big, get food from supermarkets and carry cleaning supplies w you(wet wipes etc)

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but youre so right, everything is progress even if sometimes it feels like im stuck in that SAME PLACE i was 3 years ago ive grown despite that we just gotta keep going and take things as they come 🤡 omg gay parties that sounds very fun ;-; hope i can go too omg day once i stop being such a baby. Its so wild to me safe spaces really exist where gays just approach each other thats unbelievable too good to be true... (also cant believe i missed your bday by so much but still hope it was nice💕 ♏4

exactly. despite not being that well we still here!!! we still hanging!! we still dumb bitches !!!! nobody can take that from us 😠 dont worry abt it. gay parties won’t end, u will be able to attend one when u feel ready!! really its crazy that safe places do exist but it’s so hard to get yourself out there and just go..PFT. NOTHING IT’S EASY. my bday was so miserable glad it’s over omg!!!! and now im officially a hag 💖

#I WAS WAITING FOR U

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diverdaddy · 6 years ago

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The Great Escape: Free Kanan

Pairing: KanaDia Word Count: 7 691 Summary: Dia pauses the search for her friend and pulls up the cardboard packaging, taking out a big, purple plastic mess from it. She finds the spout where a pump may go, inhales a deep breath and the blows it out into the inflatable object.

-Record scratch, freeze frame on Dia as she's about to exhale-

‘’Yup thats me. You're probably wondering how i ended up in this situation.. Well we gotta go back a couple weeks‘’

Author’s Note: Hi, thank you @nozoroomie for my life I dont know how to write but thank you so so much for doing this collab with me and for pretending like I do know what im doing anyways! This is small gift for our friend @chilopawbi because sometimes even your really dumb friends deserve something nice. And this is one of those times. Also avaliable to read on Roomie’s! [AO3]

One would not expect there to be much activity by the pier of the Kurosawa fishing business late on a Friday night. Normally, after 8pm at the latest, lights are shut off in the factory, boats are safely secured in the docks and everything is as it should be. But tonight, if one looked closely, they would see the form of a young adult sneaking into the boat docks, with a large bundle tucked under one arm and a flashlight in the other.

Said girl walks over to the very end of the docking bay, kneeling down without a care. She places the large cardboard packaging under her arm on the wooden floor next to her and glances around the murky waters of the bay, searching for someone. She frowns a bit when she can’t immediately find who she looks for, but time waits for no one. She opts out of her search for her friend in favour of opening the cardboard packaging and getting to work. She spreads out what looks to be a purple plastic mess that’s meant to be blown up. She takes a deep breath and exhales it before picking it up, finding the little spout where a pump may go and instead putting her mouth around it. One more big inhale and then Dia begins to exhale inside the object.

Why exactly does she find herself here tonight? She thinks back to why she’s done this in the first place and remembers all too well what happened when her father came home that day from work.

The senior Kurosawa with dark red hair that matched his youngest daughter was distraught. He sat in the kitchen, head in his hands as his wife brought him a cup of tea. Dia had been walking past the kitchen but the position her father was in wasn’t normal. She pauses on the other side of the doorway when her mother speaks.

“Are you positive that’s what you saw dear? An actual-”

“Absolutely. I have the proof- she can’t move. She’s hurt and stuck there for her own safety.”

“Wow.. A real life mermaid.”

Dia almost falls over. A what?! There’s no way she can hide herself now.

“Excuse me, what?!” Dia says, stepping into the kitchen with a determined look on her face. The one both her mother and father know means she won’t be leaving them until she’s gotten all the information she needs. Her father prinches the bridge of his nose while her mother sighs.

“Dia,” Her father says in a serious tone, bringing his hand down, “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

Yes.

“No- I was walking past,” She responds curtly, “You found a mermaid at work? Really? You can’t be serious.”

She’s always been skeptical about the local tales- the rumours of mermaids living in the ocean near their little town. She thought it was all a legend- stories from the past that were passed down through generations of families and told to the children to fill their minds with wonder and to respect the ocean more (after all, mermaids and the animals can’t continue to live safely unless they keep the ocean clean.)

But Dia is a firm believer in solid proof. There is little proof that mermaids exist- only theories. She refuses to believe this issue at work is a mermaid and not something more urgent. Her father sighs and he stands up, leaving his full cup of tea.

“Well there’s no point arguing with you. Come along Dia- and not a word of this to your little sister, understand?”

No words are said by the two of them as they head towards the front door. They get their shoes on and Dia’s father leads them towards his work truck. Dia feels a little nervous from the aura of anger and exhaustion radiating off of her father, but he doesn’t seem upset or angry. Frustrated maybe- but not with her. The girl feels maybe she should say sorry, but her pride is a stubborn thing. She’ll wait until apologies are meant to be given.

“Father, are you really serious about this mermaid?” Dia asks him in a soft, concerned voice. He keeps his eyes on the road and lets out a small sigh.

“I know you, Dia. You won’t believe me unless you see it for yourself.” He replies simply. Dia blushes a bit embarrassed but leans back in her seat.

The rest of the ride is short and quiet. Dia steps out of the truck when they’re parked and she follows her father into the warehouse. The walk down the docks is a little eerie. Dia feels a twinge of fear within her but she follows her father regardless.

They approach the final bay in the warehouse where their most expensive fishing boat rests. There’s a long rope going along the front of the boat from one dock to the next and a sign that says “Out of order” right in the middle. Dia takes a once over of the side she can see and notices where the large net motor should be its not there- baron of any sign of a net motor whatsoever. She opens her mouth to ask her father what happened when he peers over the dock and points under the water with his flashlight.

“Right there.” he says, holding the light in place, “See down there? The slight discoloured spots just by the bottom of the boat? The spots throw you off but if you focus on them you’ll see the tail fin.”

Sure enough, Dia squints and the spots she can see move. Her brows furrow and when she tries to locate them her eyes detect movement. She follows it with her gaze and she lets out an audible gasp when she sees not just the spots of a tail fin, but an actual, real life form of a mermaid. It’s dark and Dia swears, if it weren’t for the light from their flashlight, she would not believe it. A real living mermaid.

“What… what are you going to do with her?” Dia asks in an unbelieving voice.

Her father stays silent and Dia finally takes her stare away from the mermaid. He looks like he’s contemplating something and Dia really doesn’t like that gaze he has. The answer should be obvious- help heal the mermaids fin and send her back into the ocean where she belongs. But new net motors aren’t cheap and the equipment to repair their best boat may be pricey- she knows that it might put a financial strain on the company. But nothing they couldn’t handle.

His expression alone says a million things that are far from the answer Dia wants to hear.

“That’s undecided. We’re going to figure it all out tomorrow.” He finally answers. “I’m going to go into the office to make a call since we’re here. Come get me when you’re ready to go home.”

He heads down the dock and into the direction of the office building while Dia stays put. It angers her to know that her father may be planning something more for the mermaid before he even releases her- or if he even releases her. She looks down with a furious gaze.

“Disgusting. I won’t let him do anything like that if I can help it.”

As her sentence is finished there’s a small sploosh noise and Dia perks up immediately, flashing her light towards the sound. All she can see are ripples on the surface of the water between her and the boat, and there’s only one thing that could’ve done it. Dia peers towards the surface closer to her and she almost yells when she finds a piercing, amethyst gaze staring up at her through the water. She hears herself gasp but can’t process anything as she gets a close up look of the mysterious mermaid.

Her hair is long and dark- most likely a deep blue hue. Her gaze is cautious, yet there is a curiosity in it that Dia can recognize quite easily. Her gaze moves and Dia can see that the scales and spot designs aren’t just a part of her tail fin- they go up along her sides and cover parts of her chest, as well as parts of her arms (her big, strong looking arms, and oh so very defined biceps.) and framing her face. She can only assume her back is covered in more of the beautiful patterned scales and it’s only then that Dia realizes just how beautiful this mermaid is. She takes in more details of her face- the way her nose points up ever so slightly in a dainty way, the fullness of her lips (her very kissable lips), the way the scales along the underside of her face make her chin more prominent.

Dia swallows. Hard. Oh no. Oh no this mermaid is cute. No- she’s more than cute. This mermaid is a hottie. A bonafide hottie who Dia wishes was more than just a creature of the sea. She hates this- it’s bad enough having a gay crisis in public with Mari around, but now she’s having a moment alone, in her family’s business, with a mermaid of all things.

Her face is the brightest shade of red and whether it’s from shame or the mermaids beauty, Dia really doesn’t know.

The mermaid has yet to move away and she looks further down to find the injury her father mentioned earlier- as clear as day. Along with what looks like rope burns, the sea creature has a long, painful looking gash going down towards her fin, and it is definitely some kind of swollen. Dia frowns concerned, wondering if anything might be able to help it. Does human medicine work on mermaids? Would the mermaid be willing to try it and find out? Would disinfectant cream even be useful if the mermaid has to be in the water? There’s so many questions running through Dia’s mind, but all she can really think about is how this mermaid needs to be let back into the ocean. They can’t keep her here. It’s too cruel. It’s unfair and unjust and holding her hostage is not the way anyone in the Kurosawa family should handle things.

“I’m not sure if you understand me but if you do, please don’t be afraid,” she says softly, “I’m going to help you out of here and get you back home.”

The mermaid doesn’t seem to react much aside from blinking slowly at her. Does this mean she understood? Dia certainly hopes so. She blushes a bit but clears her throat, deciding she’ll talk with her father now, since she has the opportunity.

She doesn’t leave immediately though- there’s something about the mermaids gaze that keeps her entranced. Are mermaids and sirens the same thing? Is this what it’s like to be caught in the spell of one? (Or is Dia just that gay..) She isn’t sure but she also doesn’t mind. The way the mermaid stares has become more curious and interested than anything else and Dia can only hope it’s because she’s understood her slightly.

With one last look over her shoulder Dia heads for her father’s office.

‘’What do you mean I would have to get a brand new boat!?’’ Her father’s voice echos out of the office as Dia gets closer to the door. Now Dia might be gay, but she wasn’t bad at math, a brand new boat would dent the company’s paychecks more than just a small equipment replacement. She stops outside of the office door, this was worse than she thought it would be.

The mermaids fate was probably sealed now that her father got the bad news. How was he planning on exploiting the mermaid now that their best boat had to be replaced? Was there any laws against exploiting mermaids? did it count as animal cruelty or maybe slavery? The more Dia thought about it the more determined she got. She had to help the mermaid break out, and fast.

By the time Dia is out of breath the purple plastic object is far from looking anything like the picture on the cardboard box it came out of. How could her budget bought inflatable chair be so hard to blow up? The huffing and puffing escaping from her would put the big bad wolf to shame, this was ridiculous!

‘’Hey Dia, do you any need help?’’

Dia almost chokes when the friend she was looking for shows up, of course she would be caught now that she was out of breath and looked like a roasted tomato. Facing the mermaid that was looking up at her Dia can’t help but blush harder before collecting herself.

“There you are Kanan.” She finally says, a bit out of breath. “You’re late.”

Kanan smiles a bit.

“I’ve been here the whole time, you just never thought to look under the dock.” She says with a cheeky grin that catches Dia off guard and god could this mermaid be anymore charming?! Seriously?! Just a single smile and Dia’s stomach is doing flips.

Her attention however quickly zones in on all the things Dia brought with her, especially the cardboard packaging for the purple plastic mess Dia was so desperately trying to blow up. She tilts her head curiously, using her hands to push herself up on the dock and keeping herself held up as she read the letters on the box. There’s familiar characters on the label, but on the picture of the box there are a few english letters spelt out. She focuses her gaze on it to try to read what it says.

“B-Brit-ney Spear-s, What’s a ‘Britney Spears?’’ The mermaid asks out of curiosity as she reads the english text out loud.

“To- to address your question, no- No I’m, I’m fine, I- I can do this.” Dia tries to bluff, but she realizes exactly how close Kanan is at this moment and loses a bit of her confidence, “It’s just a dumb, a really dumb Britney Spears, that’s exactly what a Britney Spears is.’’

She feels too embarrassed to admit that Britney Spears is actually an american pop star but Kanan doesn’t need to know that. She turns back to the task at hand, blowing with all her might into the purple plastic as to prove a point, but her moment only lasts for so long before she gives in to her already dead lungs again.

“Feels like you’ve been doing that forever huh? Think we’ll be able to pull this off without your dad finding out?” Kanan asks, leaning onto her elbows and resting her head on her hands as she watches the other girl.

Dia takes a couple deep breaths of air and shakes her head, preparing herself to blow into the inflatable object once again. If she didn’t have powerful lungs before, she certainly would after today. She tries to blow more air into the object but she runs out of breath fast. Maybe she should take a longer break.

“What exactly is stopping your dad from interrupting us?” Kanan asks, a curious smile dancing on her lips.

“One word.” Dia breathes out, digging into her pocket and bringing out her phone. She scrolls through it a little bit before she turns the screen to face Kanan, “Mari.”

“Oookay.. so, how is this ‘Mari’ stopping your dad?” Kanan pries for more information with that smile still on her face. Dia’s face heats up a little more. Gross. She’s super cute when she wants to learn more.

“Mari is the director of my high school.” Dia explains with a bit of reluctance. “She arranged a parent teacher interview with my father. I don’t know the reason why but I do have a bad feeling about it.”

“Why’s that?”

“I have a feeling whatever reason she’s called my father to the school is because she made it seem very urgent. She never told me what she was going to say, but I have a feeling I’ll be scolding her later.”

As this is said, somewhere, across the city at Uranohoshi Girls academy, Mari feels a chill run up her spin as she looks at Mr. Kurosawa across from her. In front of her are three pictures of what seems to be his youngest daughter vandalising school property with various doodles of sweets, small animals and the most alarming thing of all- an english phrase of some sort that reads “send nudes.”

[The truth of the matter is they were all photos taken for the year book that were edited by her and a comrade in arms (Yohane, they called her) to make it look like the little Kurosawa was destroying school property. Mari assumes Dia will be furious with her, but she’s confident she’ll be able to convince Dia it was the only option. ]

Kanan laughs a melodious sound and Dia feels like she could melt into a pile of liquid. Her laugh sounded like velvet and gold, a weird way to describe a laugh but it’s the only way it makes sense to Dia. Dia’s heartbeat echoes and she hopes, prays that mermaids don’t have super hearing. It would be embarrassing for Kanan to hear how loud it is right now.

“Wonder what she made him go all the way there for.” the mermaid muses, lifting her tail fin above the water slightly to splash the surface in an amused manor. Almost like an excited dog wagging its tail.

Dia almost falls over and clutches her chest at the image of the mermaid with puppy ears. (Like the snapchat filter, tongue out and all.)

“So, what is it you’re trying to blow up there?” Kanan asks, still as curious as ever, “Is it going to help you move me to the ocean?”

“Not quite.” Dia replies as she pulls the plastic apart to see just how much more air it needs. “It’s what I’m going to use to follow you far enough into the ocean so I can assure you’ll be safe and on your way home.”

Kanan snorts and Dia glares at her slightly.

“The plan is we blow this up here, you hoist yourself out and I guide you into the wheelbarrow half full of water, then we throw on the hat and chair and other various things to disguise you and make it look like I’m just moving a bunch of junk towards the beach so nobody stares for too long. Once we get to the ocean, I’ll help you into the water then follow you with the floating chair and we go out to the ocean and you go home.” Dia feels like that was a bit of a mouthful but Kanan laughs lightly.

“You know you could just swim in the ocean if you wanna follow me, right?” She suggests to Dia but Dia shakes her head.

“No you see, how will I be able to protect you or me from anything coming our way? I’d be too distracted swimming to keep up with you. So I brought this paddle to smack away anything that tries to harm us.”

Kanan stares at her a little bewildered before she slowly smirks.

“Okay, sure. So we’ve got you sitting on this… not inflated Britney Spears, with the paddle, and then I’m going to hold those while you wheel me to the ocean in the.. Wheelbarrow?” Kanan says, going through the gist of what Dia’s plan is and confirming if she got it right.

Well. When she says it like that it sounds a little far fetched.

“Just let me stick to blowing up this thing so we can get you home. The sooner I do, the sooner we won’t have to worry about my father.” Dia says then she grabs the chair near its spout again.

God she does not want to continue trying to blow this thing up.

Kanan looks around through the things she has there and frowns.

“Can’t you use a tool or something to make it inflate faster? What was it you guys call it.. a pimp? pimple?”

“A pump!” Dia immediately corrects, and the idea hits her like a paddle and illuminates the lightbulb above her head. “A pump! My father probably has one around here!”

It doesn’t take Dia a lot of searching- there’s a locker at the end of the dock bay filled with assorted supplies and tools. She finds the pump almost instantly and runs back to the spot where Kanan waits with the Britney Spears chair. Her face lights up as she sees the pump in Dia’s hands.

“You did have one!” She exclaims.

“Of course! What real fishing business would have a ship dock without an air pump?”

Well, Dia isn’t really sure if it’s necessary to have an air pump for fishing boats, but she’s certainly glad her father and his coworkers thought it was good to keep around.

She gets back to work, finding the little spout where a pump may go, and this time she has one. She connects the pump to the spout before she realises that this is in fact.. a manual pump. Dia almost wants to cry, but she holds it in as she steps onto the small plastic sides, bends over slightly (a lot) to reach the handle and starts pumping with all her strength. And sure enough the pump is more effective than the previous method.

Kanan is watching, the amusement evident in her face as Dia struggles with both balance and rhythm on the manual pump. Human inventions sure was something. But the speed the Britney Spears was inflating at slowed down significantly as Dia’s arms gave in faster than a moth to light.

Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym?! Dia can’t believe it, but she almost feels more out of breath using the pump than she was using her lungs as her arms burns with every movement she makes.

‘’Can I give it a try?’’ Kanan asks a little cheekily as she splashes some more water around with her tail fin.

Dia wants to say no, like the prideful stubborn adult that she is, but the mental image in her brain tells her yes, the mermaid’s arms are strong, with big and defined biceps and getting to see those arms work it... if Dia was a roasted tomato in the past, she’s a marshmallow on fire about to get charred to death right now.

‘’Y-you may,’’ is all Dia can manage as she steps off the pump and moves it closer to the edge for Kanan to reach.

Kanan pulls herself up onto the wooden floor as best as she can, her upper body now out of the water. She bends her tail fin and rests carefully on the dock, the tips of her fin slightly covered by the waters below them. Kanan grabs the handle of the pump and lifts it up, pulling it with ease. She looks a bit surprised at how easy it was and she can’t help but smirk when she pushes her arms forward with just as much ease. She repeats these motions and Dia watches, helplessly and with a bit of envy at how easy it is for the mermaid to pump up this chair. Something that should be absolutely no problem for a slightly athletic human such as herself.

But Dia can’t stop staring. She watches as the mermaid’s flexes her very defined and strong muscle in her upper arms, and how her biceps look even bigger and stronger than they did in the water the first time Dia saw them. If Dia was just any undignified barbaric creature she might’ve been drooling right about now, but Dia had some self control, after all she was a Kurosawa, she had some dignity still left in her as she wipes the corner of her mouth real quick just in case. (When Kanan can’t’ see.)

Good thing It isn’t long before the inflatable object begins to form into the shape its meant to be and in no time at all it’s finished. Dia stops Kanan from pushing a last pump of air into it. She takes out the pump, closes up the spout and then she begins to admire their handy work.

“What.. is it?” Kanan asks, leaning towards it and poking it tentatively, a bit shocked from how sturdy the plastic is.

“A chair.” Dia answers simply.

“A chair.” Kanan repeats, staring at the words “Britney Spears” that are along the back of its purple and glittery design with lots of flowers. “It certainly is. Something.”

She turns herself towards Dia, almost directly beside her on the dock. Dia’s eyes gaze down just the slightest bit and she notices her hand is just one small slip away from touching Kanan’s. She wonders if Kanan is cold all the time, considering where she lives. Or maybe her hands would be warm from the work she did pumping up the chair. Would they be slimey, or just wet? Would they feel perfect with her fingers intertwined between hers, or maybe even better with them holding her around the waist in the tightest embra-

Dia shakes her head and smacks her cheeks and it startles Kanan ever so slightly. She tilts her head and looks bewildered at Dia and the eldest Kurosawa daughter decides they need to move out now before her mind travels to more dangerous thoughts and imaginations.

“I’ll be right back.” she says, preparing to stand, “It’s time we get you out of here and back to the ocean.”

Once Dia is on her feet again she leaves to go find the wheelbarrow where she parked it. It doesn’t take her long to find it and wheel it back over to Kanan, her own arms really getting a workout tonight, but the wheels on the wheelbarrow sure made it possible even for Dia.

Thankfully Dia had prepared enough by already filling the wheelbarrow with water with the help of a friend, the water hose that the workers would wash the different equipment with. Now all they would have to do was get Kanan into it.

When Dia comes into view again Kanan’s curiosity is sparked, this wheelbarrow looked so heavy, yet Dia seemed to be able to push it around just fine. Human inventions didn’t seem all that bad, they were quite amazing.

‘’So that is a wheelbarrow? It’s amazing, it makes it possible even for you to move really heavy things!’’ Kanan beams with that smile plastering her face whenever she learns something new and exciting, and Dia, Dia is insulted, and gay, and its unfair because Kanan was so dang cute even when she was being so blunt.

‘’Yes, now we just need to get you into it. Do you think you can lift yourself into it?’’ Dia asks, pushing the wheelbarrow as close to Kanan as she can.

‘’Maybe,’’ Kanan grabs onto the edge of the side of the wheelbarrow, slowly lifting her upper body off the wooden dock and into the wheelbarrow. When it starts to wiggle slightly Dia throws herself over the opposite site, and with some teamwork and spilled water Kanan finally makes it into the wheelbarrow.

Now with her her ‘butt’ submerged in what water was still left in the wheelbarrow Kanan lets out small giggle that turns into a full on laugh as she wiggles her tail that’s hanging off the edge in a small celebration. ‘’Dia we did it!’’

Doki doki, Dia’s heart almost stops there and then, how can this mermaid keep amazing her like this, this was bad for Dia’s health in more ways than one as she forgets how to breath when the mermaids laugh plays in her head and she soaks up the picture perfect 4K HD smile worthy of an Oscar to go along with it. Keep it together Dia, you still have a mission to complete!

But god did it take all of her not to clutch her chest at the sight. She needed to cover this girl up! Without warning she bends down to pick up a folded up beach towel and throws it over the part of Kanan’s fin that drapes on the outside the wheelbarrow. Then she throws a hat on top of her head and before Kanan can register anything else, sunglasses are shoved perfectly in place on her face.

She then turns to the blown up chair and furrows her brow. It might be a bit inconvenient transporting it this way now that Dia looks at it, but what’s done is done. She turns to Kanan for a moment, blushing in slight embarrassment as she speaks.

“H-hold onto this.” she says, grabbing the inflated chair and resting the practically weightless object onto the mermaids lap. The amount of times she's stuttered tonight is preposterous and the sooner Kanan is back at home in the ocean, the sooner she won't be suffering from being too gay to function.

Dia soon moves to the back of the wheelbarrow and with a little bit of effort, she lifts up the handles and pushes forward. The additional weight proves to be a bit of a surprise and she lurches forward, Kanan almost dropping the chair and more water spilling in the process. Kanan laughs lightheartedly while Dia tries not to trip over herself and onto the mermaid. She’s already been embarrassing enough.

After a couple trials and errors Dia finally grasps how to control the wheelbarrow with a mermaid and inflatable chair inside it. After a couple nasty sharp turns she’s out of the ships docking bay and into the evening light, the sun a deep orange and reflecting a beautiful array of colours into the sky. A perfect time for a mermaid send off if she’s honest.

She maneuvers carefully towards the beach, having a bit more difficulty the moment the wheelbarrows tire goes from solid ground to sand. Dia huffs and puts a bit more effort into it, lifting Kanan up higher and using more force from her legs to push forward. She notices Kanan’s sideways glance to look at her but she forces her gaze to stay away from that deep purple gaze. In the light of the setting sun they’re almost a wineish red colour and it’s such a distracting gaze it’s taking all of Dia not to make direct eye contact with her.

With a bit of success (Kanan caught her gaze three times and with each time she did, her eyes crinkled upward) she finally reaches the water. She drops the wheelbarrow and moves to the side of it, grabbing the chair off of Kanan’s lap. She then removes the hat, sunglasses and towel, leaving them all in a small neat pile not to far away. She can hear Kanan shifting by the sloshing sounds of the water beneath her butt in the wheelbarrow. She’s eager to get back into the ocean and back home.

Her heart aches a bit, knowing this is it. This may very well be the last time Dia will ever see Kanan again. She knows it’s a little to early to think about this but knowing there’s only a bit more time left with the cryptid does hurt. Dia would have loved to see her again and again, to learn about Kanan’s world under the sea and in turn tell Kanan tales about her life on land. There’s so many more things Dia wants to experience with this mermaid. She wishes with all her heart that they had more time together.

She takes a deep breath and taps her cheeks lightly. The angsty sadness can wait until later- right now the mission was almost at it’s end. Kanan needs to be back in the ocean where she’s safe and Dia won’t let her wait any longer. She turns back to the mermaid and hopes that she can’t see the sadness in her eyes.

“Alright Kanan, are you ready?”

Kanan’s smile becomes a toothy grin and she nods.

“Let’s do this Dia!”

‘’Here goes!!’’

Dia lifts the handles of the wheelbarrow again, there was only a whole three or four meters of sand left separating Kanan from the ocean. One big breath and Dia pushes forward with what’s left of her strength. Was the wheelbarrow always this heavy? Was it Dia’s fatigue? Was it just the sadness weighing down on her in the last moment? She can’t think about that— she’s almost there!

The front wheel, the only wheel, on the wheelbarrow touches the water.

That’s when it happens. The wave crashes into the front of the wheelbarrow and Dia’s life is flashing before her eyes as she loses her balance, her feet slip on the sand, the wheelbarrow falls over like humpty dumpty toppling off his brick wall. They were so close.. yet Kanan goes crashing down into the wet sand and that is the last thing Dia sees before she gets a mouthful of wet sand herself.

Dia’s head hurts, but the splashing sound she hears as she opens her eyes again, could it be? Did Kanan make it into the ocean after all? She rolls over and pushes herself into a sitting position, focusing her eyes on the last spot she saw Kanan in and, she is still there, splashing at the edge of the water where waves meet sand, like the most majestic Magikarp Dia’s ever seen.

‘’Kanan are you okay!?’’ The distress in Dia’s voice was strong.

When all Dia can hear is coughing, almost like someone dying she gets even more worried and scrambles on her arms and knees over to the mermaid.

Kanan stops splashing around, calming down slowly as she looks at Dia’s face. She inches closer slowly.

‘’I’m fine Dia,” she insists with a giggle, ”I couldn’t stop laughing my fins off when we both fell.”

Just the thought of it makes her laugh again and Dia almost swoons. A smile grows on her face and she shakes her head. Kanan seems okay and that relieves her, but the grainy texture and taste of salt and sea water still coats a bit of the inside of her mouth and she turns away from the mermaid to spit what remains back onto the ground where it belongs.

There’s a bigger splash and it causes Dia to turn around. She notices Kanan has pulled herself deeper into the water, not quite fully submerged. The dorsal fin and parts of the back of her tail rise from the wave as it settles over Kanan and she keeps herself upright with her forearms. It looks as if she’s pushing herself into the wave and she lets out a content sigh when she sees another coming her way. She’s distracted if only for a moment and then realizes she should probably get ready to set out to sea with her. She swallows a bit nervously.

“W-wait! Kanan don’t go too far yet!” She calls, pushing herself onto her feet and rushing back to the sand. She grabs the inflatable chair (or attempts, it takes her a solid two times to get a good hold of it thanks to the fall) and the paddle and heads back towards the waves. She silently prays they pumped the chair up with enough air to keep it afloat while she accompanies Kanan deeper into the waters.

Once Dia has everything in a solid grip she sprints as fast as her legs can take her towards the ocean in a Baywatch run, except less graceful as the chair almost slips from her grip and every step is a battle against gravity, and how Dia wishes she could just defy it like a green Idina Menzel. The struggle was real, yet she manages to reach the edge of the water with both the Britney Spears chair and the paddle without any more accidents.

Kanan swims freely in the shallow parts of the water close to the beach, keeping a close eye on her human friend and her Britney Spears chair. When Dia had made it somewhat properly into the water, sitting unsteady on her inflatable chair Kanan swims up to her, circling her like prey. Not that Kanan has any plans on eating Dia, but it isn’t too far off from looking like a Jaws parody.

It’s when Kanan bumps the chair playfully enough that Dia gets really unsteady, her paddling uncoordinated and more of a wild splashing with her arms as she wants to cry again. The mermaid’s like a playful sea puppy and Dia’s fearing for her life, yet she can’t stop the way her heart beats out of her chest at how cute Kanan is, even if said very heckin cute mermaid is about to commit involuntary manslaughter.

“Kanan! Stop- that’s unsafe!” Dia says as she slowly realizes the two of them are drifting into the ocean more and more. The dread sets in as all of Dia’s easy escapes from the waves are virtually gone. Soon she’s going to be all the way out in the middle of the ocean with nothing but a paddle and an inflatable chair to keep her company and then the chair will deflate and before she knows it she’ll be swimming for three days before she finally-

“AAH!” Dia screams as a large wave is splashed onto her and the cold shocks her to her core.

“Sorry! It was the only way to bring you back to me.” Kanan says, though the expression on her face is more like ‘you weren’t paying attention and I wanted to punish you for that.’ The expression is lost when she notices Dia looks a little.. pale.

“Dia? Are you okay?” she asks, lifting her hands up onto the plastic and holding onto the arm of the chair, “Did my splash scare you that much?”

The concern in Kanan’s voice is surprised and she look very apologetic. Her eyes give it all away— those beautiful eyes. Fuck, the setting sun just has to make them even prettier than they were before. Dia takes a deep breath before speaking.

“The truth is I didn’t bring all of this as a..protection thing.”

“Well, that was a little obvious.”

“What?!”

“I mean,” Kanan smiles lightheartedly and gestures to the tiny paddle, “A paddle like that will get you nowhere. Literally.”

Dia’s tempted to throw it at Kanan’s stupidly gorgeous face but opts not to, instead lifting her hands up to cover her face so Kanan can’t see the extremely ripe tomato she’s about to become. Would Kanan possibly believe she got sunburnt fast?

“Seriously though,” Kanan begins again and Dia peers through her fingers to look down at her. That piercing wine coloured gaze stares at her with worry, “What’s wrong Dia? Are you okay?”

And for some reason, the embarrassment floods away. Dia doesn’t feel as nervous about admitting the truth to her. She lowers her hands and diverts her gaze to the waves that reflect the light of the lowering sun.

“I… am not the best swimmer. That is to say I, Dia Kurosawa, cannot swim. I never really learnt how and I never thought I would really need to. A little silly, when you see what kind of business my family owns and runs and-”

“Is that all?!” Kanan asks a little bewildered, cutting the brunette off from her rambling.

“Wha-” Dia narrows her gaze, perplexed. “What do you mean ‘is that it’?! This is a big deal! We’re getting deeper and deeper and soon I won’t be able to-”

“Dia. Stay with me, okay?” Kanan puts a reassuring hand onto her wrist, smiling up at the nervous girl. “You just happen to be in the middle of the ocean with one of the worlds cryptic wonders who happens to be a very talented swimmer.”

Dia wants to scoff at Kanan’s attempt of a joke but instead she just frowns at the mermaid.

“I don’t see how that’s supposed to be reassuring. You’re the good swimmer here, not me.”

“What I mean is I can show you the basics. I’ve never taught a human how to swim before but I’ve seen them swimming numerous times. If you could slide into the water, I’ll show you what I mean.”

Kanan holds out her hand and looks at Dia with a gentle, inviting smile. She doesn’t remove her gaze from the nervous girl and there’s a calming aura about her— one completely different from the playful sea puppy like vibe she gave earlier. Dia doesn’t need to linger on the thought as she reaches her hand towards Kanan’s and slips it together with hers, trusting the mermaid and her words and shifting.

With a warm, excited smile Kanan holds out her other hand, gesturing for Dia to take that one as well. She does slowly, eyeing Kanan carefully. The mermaid pushes herself back a little, having to outstretch her arms alongside Dia just a bit. “I’ve got you, Dia. Slide off of the Britney Spears and into the water with me.”

Dia makes a sound of objection at Kanan’s statement but it’s nothing more than an offended sounding gasp as Kanan gives her a tiny tug forward and Dia slides into the cold water. She inhales sharply and just as the fear is setting in, Kanan squeezes her hands, bringing her back to the present and back to their current time.

“It’s okay Dia! You’re staying afloat and I’ve got you! I won’t let you drown!”

Dia’s fingers grip onto Kanan tightly and the mermaid continues to reassure her that she will be okay. She can’t think about much as Kanan instructs and guides her to kick her legs ever so slightly. when she does her body lifts and Kanan swims backwards just a bit, still holding onto her hands.

“I won’t let go- keep kicking! This is how humans do it to move forward!”

“I-I understood that!” Dia retorts flustered, but doing as told. She kicks her feet and proceeds to move forward, but not on her own. Kanan swims backward with each movement Dia makes forward. It’s nice and it’s good and Dia hates to admit how this one on one lesson with the mermaid has made swimming much easier for her.

They swim like this for a bit, Kanan guiding Dia and moving them around the water. The more Dia gets used to holding Kanan’s hands, the less she wants to let go. She’s completely content to stay here if it meant holding onto the hand of the most beautiful being in the world. Kanan’s smile is soft and Dia can’t help but return it.

It’s then Kanan pulls Dia close, letting go of her hands very briefly and instead wrapping her arms around the form of the other girl, pulling her close and hugging her tight. Dia blinks in surprise but doesn’t object to the motion, only taking in the fact that she can feel the contrast of soft skin and scales against her. They feel just like a sharks, they’re rough one way, yet smooth when she brushes her hand the other way. She blushes slightly, holding onto Kanan in return.

“Dia, I wanted to thank you. For everything you’ve done.” Kanan begins in a soft voice, her arms wrapped around Dia. “You risked a lot to help me get back home and without you I really couldn’t have done it.”

Dia pulls away enough to meet Kanan’s gaze and she feels like she could melt. The silence is prolonged and Dia decides to speak.

“It’s nothing Kanan. It really isn’t.” She replies in an equally soft tone. “When I saw you I couldn’t just… let you stay there. You needed to be back here- back where it’s safest for you. As much as I would love to see you all the time, it wouldn’t be right for anyone to keep you locked away in some kind of aquarium tank or boat bay or.. or anything where you’re not free.”

Kanan’s gaze softens a bit and she smiles. There’s a playful glint in her eye and she lifts one of her hands up, brushing some wet strands of hair behind Dia’s ear. Dia almost leans into the touch of her hand but resists.

“Did you know that humans have interesting tales about the magical properties of a mermaid’s tear?” Kanan asks, keeping her eyes on Dia.

Dia blinks and shakes her head.

“No- not at all.” She admits honestly.

“Well- it’s a myth. Mermaid’s tears have no more magic than the tears of a human.” She explains, but leans her face a bit closer to her. “However they aren’t too far off. Mermaids do have something magical about them, but it’s not our tears.”

Dia is a bit perplexed and before she can ask Kanan what it is, Kanan’s arm falls and she pulls Dia close and without warning, she pulls the girl underwater. Dia’s scream is muffled, but not by water rushing into her lungs. Her eyes are screwed shut and she’s very much aware of something soft pressing to her lips.

She opens her eyes once the presence leaves and without thinking about it she inhales the sea water. Her hands shoot up to her mouth out of reflex but it’s only then she realizes that she isn’t choking. She looks to Kanan -who stays only inches away from her- and notices the tiny blush on her cheeks and the crooked grin on her face.

“A mermaid’s kiss can do many things, like giving a human the ability to breathe underwater for a small period of time.” She says, lifting her hands up to Dia’s cheeks and holding her face gently in the palms of her hands. “And this will be my gift to you, so we can enjoy our swim together for just a little bit longer. ”

Dia’s heart flips and she smiles as she moves her hand to find Kanan’s, intertwining their fingers together and letting the mermaid pull her along underneath the water’s surface.

#Love Live! Sunshine!!#Kanan Matsuura #Dia Kurosawa #KanaDia #love live sunshine #love live! school idol festival #Kanan #Dia #nox writes #Did Dia drown? we just dont know.#this is the first time I write fanfic be gentle

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obsessed-withthe-hales · 7 years ago

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Full Count (Part 10 of Curve Ball)

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: So, I’ve had this done for awhile. Then I moved, started work, left for a nine day trip...and realized I forgot to post this! I’m sorry this is unbelievably delayed, I am The Worst. But it is finally here and I’m so very excited to share this with you! Please let me know what you think :)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Probably language; awkward tension

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue, @imadangerouscause, @noordinarymagic, @viahalsvy, @cryingbecausesebastianstan, @palaiasaurus64, @wheresthekillswitch, @fannytf, @jazzrivera27, @boofy1998, @julieanncupcake, @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme

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Being back was weird.

Getting into the habit of going to classes again, figuring out my new schedule for the semester (plus finding all the new buildings), and trying to start doing homework again…it was weird. My body had been on sleep and relaxation mode for the last few weeks over break, so even getting up in the mornings to get ready was a struggle. But there was a bright side: seeing my friends again.

Stiles and I had texted pretty much every day, even coordinating movie viewing parties from miles away. By the time break was over, I think I had burnt Uncle Chris out on Star Wars so bad that he couldn’t even stand to hear the titles. Seeing Scott again was great, too. And spending time with Lydia, something I had severely slacked on last semester, was amazing. She and I had sat for hours catching up the night we came back, finally retiring to bed once the clock hit an obscene hour.

While all of that had been awesome, there was one thing that kept lingering in the back of my mind: Derek. I had managed to not think about him constantly over the holidays, which was a HUGE accomplishment, but as soon as I started packing my things to head back to school, it was like someone had opened the floodgates. What if I run into him? Literally...again. Or even worse: what if I bump into him, literally...again...and he completely ignores me? What if I see him first, should I wave or smile or call out or just pretend like I don’t see him at all? It was like the irrational part of my brain was in hyperdrive and the off switch was broken.

Irrationality did not make a great start to the new semester.

We were three days in and I was as paranoid as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I tried to make easy conversation with Stiles as we walked together between classes, tried to not scan every room that I walked into for his face, tried not to listen for his voice meshed into the background in the student center or dining halls or walking down the sidewalk. You’re acting like a crazy person, Y/N. He’s not hiding around the corner waiting to jump out at you! If only the rational part of my brain had current control over my mind….

“I was thinking Lord of the Rings this time, what do you think?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, what?”

“Lord of the Rings. Movie weekend. Kicking off the semester,” he said, hands waving about. “Did you get any of that?”

“Uh…I got LOTR and that’s about it,” I admitted. “Sorry Stiles. I’ve had some…stuff…on my mind.” The look in my best friend’s eyes told me he most likely knew to what I was referring, but he decided to not push, something I was really grateful for.

“My room, this weekend. We’ll start off a new semester with a new set of movies! Are you free? I mean, I’m assuming you are so I expect you to be there, I’m just asking out of courtesy.” Giving him a playful elbow in the ribs, I smiled and agreed to attend, much to Stiles’ delight.

“I have a meeting with Professor Yukimura Friday after class, but I’ll come straight over after that.”

“Perfect! Alright, this is my stop,” he sighed as we approached a split in the sidewalk. “I will see you Friday night then. Also,” Stiles paused, moving to stand in front of me. His face got about as serious as his could before he spoke again, this time much softer. “I know the you-know-who stuff sucks, but it’ll get better with time. Okay? You know I’m here for you.” My cheeks heated up just the slightest, but I smiled at the brown-eyed boy in front of me.

“Thanks, Stiles. Really.”

“Anytime.” With that, he clapped his hand- his right hand- on my shoulder and gave a goofy grin. “Plus, I could give him a stern talking to at baseball practice once it starts up again next week. Take my trusty bat and pull him to the side…”

“Slow down there, killer,” I laughed. “No need for all that.”

“Just putting the offer out there,” he replied, beginning to walk backwards. “See you Friday!” And with that, he turned around and was off.

I know, Alli, you really like Stiles. I do, too.

*line break*

“I already have two papers and a chem lab assigned,” Scott groaned, plopping down next to me on the futon in their dorm room. “This is off to a great start.”

“Tell me about it,” I snorted. “I met with Yukimura today and he gave me the rundown of what all he’s teaching this semester and what he’ll need my help with and seriously, I’m not sure how I’m going to handle all that on top of my regular work load.”

“Y/N, you’re practically a genius. And history is your forte. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Stiles said, the compliment making my cheeks warm. “Plus, can’t you like opt out if it becomes too much?”

“Yeah, that’s true. I’d just hate to stick him with everything.” Letting out a sigh, I tried to shake those stress-inducing thoughts from my head. “Anyway, it’ll probably be fine, just like you said. Come on, Stilinski let’s get this movie started!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” Stiles grumbled, frantically searching for something. Scott and I exchanged confused looks before he cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Uh Stiles…what the hell are you looking for?”

“Popcorn! We can’t have movie night without popcorn! I swear we had some leftover…” Slamming the drawer he had been digging through closed, Stiles ran a hand down his face in defeat, popping out one hip and propping his free hand on it. Quirking a brow at his distress, I jumped up from the futon and jammed my thumb toward the door.

“I’ll just go grab some from my dorm. I can be there and back in like twenty-ish minutes?”

“No, don’t worry about it,” Stiles muttered, shuffling toward his bed. “It’ll be late by the time you get back and you shouldn’t go alone, especially in the dark-“

“Well, how about you guys come with me and we just move the viewing party to my room?” I offered. “I just have to text Lydia and see if she’s okay with that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, totally.” Pulling out my phone, I shot her a quick message, receiving an almost instant reply of assent. “Alright, grab everything and let’s go!”

“You’re sure Lydia’s okay with this? It’s a long movie,” Scott asked.

“Oh definitely,” I assured him. “She’s secretly a huge LOTR fan. She’ll love it.” I paused and pursed my lips, thinking for a moment. “Don’t tell her I told you that.”

As we shuffled down the hallway of Stiles and Scott’s dorm, arms loaded with extra blankets and pillows, I chuckled at Stiles’ continuous rant of the mysterious popcorn disappearance. Scott and I exchanged knowing looks, silently agreeing that yes, our friend was ridiculous and had likely eaten the rest of the popcorn himself sometime during finals week as it was one of his go-to stress foods, but we didn’t have the heart to suggest that, instead just letting him ponder out loud. I was paying much more attention to Stiles’ words than anything else, not hearing the opening and closing of a room door as we rounded the corner.

Stiles stumbled, causing his blankets to shift in his arms and begin to unfold. Because I am the world’s greatest klutz, my foot- left foot- found the corner of the blanket that now reached the floor, tugging it out of my best friend’s arms and resulting in my subsequent descent toward the ground. Landing with a thud, but thankfully on top of Scott’s pillow that I had been carrying, my eyes drifted along the dingy carpet to find the toes of sneakers that I recognized all too well.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Scott asked, concern in his voice as he knelt down to help free me from the blanket’s evil clutches. All the words to formulate a coherent response to his kind question had suddenly vacated my brain, however, because I was staring right into the exact pair of green eyes I had been dreading seeing. You have got. To be. Kidding me.

“Derek!” Stiles exclaimed, his face not hiding his surprise and mild panic well at all. “How uh- how was your…your break?” He was trying so very hard to act casual, bless his soul, but the boy could not help but to feed into the awkward tension already suffocating the hallway. Thankfully, Derek’s eyes shifted from mine to Stiles’ as he spoke, giving me the opportunity to scramble to my feet with Scott’s help. I could feel my cheeks burning bright red, just knowing that they could all hear my hammering heart. Act natural, Y/N. So you fell, no big deal! It’s fine. Totally. Fine.

“It was alright,” Derek answered, not offering much more than that. Aaaaand there’s that voice. That damn nice voice. Wait, no stop that! Stiles pursed his lips and nodded. The four of us just stood there in the middle of the hallway, the silence becoming more and more weird as time passed. Oh my god, somebody say something PLEASE! This is like the longest anyone has ever gone without speaking, ever.

“Are you ready for practice to start up next week?” Scott asked, his question breaking the silence and making me sigh internally with relief.

“Yeah, should be good.” Scott’s eyes squinted in curiosity at this second short response, but he didn’t push any further. I forced myself to fix my gaze back on the ground as I felt Derek turn back toward me, desperately not wanting to have to speak to him. Thankfully, Stiles came to the rescue.

“Well!” he announced, readjusting the load in his arms. “We should get moving. Don’t wanna…be out too late.” With that, his hand subtly found my back and nudged me forward, Scott in tow as we hustled out of the dorm. Once out in the crisp night air, I took a deep breath and let the freshness try to stamp out all that awkward tension.

“I know he doesn’t usually say much, but that was weird even for Derek,” Scott noted. Stiles and I agreed before quickly dropping the subject and heading in the direction of my building.

I knew that things were tense and weird between Derek and I after…everything…but something still didn’t feel quite right. Maybe it was just me being too optimistic, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he might have been extra broody and withdrawn for more reasons than just seeing me.

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