#i'll sleep early tonight. i want to be up by dawn tomorrow

[noxtivagus]

the night sky was so pretty..

[fluffymiyaa]

Waste The Night

Painting!Gojo x Painter!reader x Painting!Geto

Summary: In a haunting twist of fate, your tragic painting suddenly springs to life, its sorrowful characters and somber scenes manifesting before your eyes.

Tw: slight possessive

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In the midst of your peaceful slumber, you were unaware of the world around you, lost in the blissful embrace of sleep. Your hair was tousled, and a soft snore escaped your lips, accompanied by a small drool that trickled down your chin.

Suddenly, a persistent poking on your cheek disturbed your rest, prompting a furrowed brow of annoyance.

"Y/n...? Wakey wakey..." Satoru's voice called out, but you remained oblivious, turning away from him and inadvertently facing Suguru, who was sharing the bed with you both.

Unbeknownst to you, your drool had become an unwelcome intruder in Suguru's personal space. "Ugh... your drool's wetting my hair!" he complained, his voice laced with disgust.

Startled awake by his words, you blinked groggily, finally registering the presence of both Satoru and Suguru beside you. With a flush of embarrassment, you quickly wiped away the drool, realizing that you had forgotten about the previous night's arrangement to share the bed.

"Sorry about that, Suguru," you mumbled sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the unexpected wake-up call.

In the soft glow of the early morning, the clock displayed 7 am, much earlier than your usual waking hour. You blinked away the remnants of sleep, trying to make sense of the voices that had stirred you from your sleep.

"I woke you up because I wanted to hear your voice before I'm gone" Satoru's voice broke through the quietude

"You're not dead, Satoru. We can come back tonight," Suguru's response was sharp, his irritation evident.

Satoru's smirk only grew wider at Suguru's retort.

"Oh? 'We'?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Of course. It's not like I want to. When you leave, the paint will pull me out too," Suguru's reply.

"Yeah, you're not even trying to stop me," Satoru remarked, his tone light but pointed.

"Like you would listen?" Suguru shot back, a defiant glint in his eyes.

"Like you ever listen?" Satoru shot back again.

As you observed the exchange, it dawned on you—the truth of their existence. Suguru and Satoru were paintings, but they had the uncanny ability to become real, if only for a while. The thought brought a mix of wonder and intrigue to your mind.

Ah... what a noisy morning

You thought to yourself, marveling at the extraordinary companionship you shared with these painted beings who had become so much more.

As the ringtone shattered the morning calm, you hurriedly scrambled out of bed to answer your phone, leaving Suguru and Satoru staring after you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. With trembling fingers, you answered the call, your voice betraying your grogginess.

"H-hello?"

"Y/n? Did you just wake up? It's 7 am. You should wake up earlier. Don't forget you need to finish the painting! I don't want to know how, but you must finish it by tomorrow." your manager's voice crackled through the line, a sense of urgency palpable in his tone.

"A-ah.. yeah.. it's done," you stammered, trying to sound confident despite the unease creeping into your voice.

"Really? Send me the picture, now." his demand was firm, leaving no room for argument.

You glanced nervously at Suguru and Satoru, feeling their gaze boring into you with an unsettling intensity. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt tense, as if something unspoken hung between you all, thick and suffocating.

"I... I will send it tonight... it's almost finished... just a little bit more," you replied hastily, eager to end the call and escape the weight of their stares.

"Tch, fine. I'll call you later, don't forget to send it if you still want this job." your manager huffed before abruptly hanging up.

As you lowered the phone, a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach. Something was off, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Suguru and Satoru knew more than they let on.

"Who's that?"

As Satoru reached for your phone, his sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to startle.

"E-eh? My manager," you stammered, attempting to retrieve your phone, but Satoru's firm grasp prevented you from doing so. With a gentle but insistent motion, he placed it in the drawer nearby, his actions making your heart race.

"Why is he talking to you like that?" Satoru's voice was gentle, yet there was a subtle edge to it, as if he sensed something amiss.

You struggled to find an explanation, your mind racing to justify the situation.

"Well... he's just, you know, that's just how he is. I mean, it's my fault. I should have finished up earlier" you replied, the words tumbling out hastily in an attempt to ease the tension.

Meanwhile, Suguru remained silent, his grip on his yukata tightening as he struggled to contain his emotions. Finally, he spoke up .

"Did he know you broke the brush?"

"N-no, I'm scared he—" you began, but Suguru cut you off with a firm insistence.

"That he what?" he urged, his words sending another wave of apprehension through you.

Your body trembled slightly as uncertainty gnawed at your insides.

What was happening? Why were they acting so strangely all of a sudden?

"Are you guys alright?" you asked, a note of concern creeping into your voice as you looked between them for answers.

They didn't answer, instead, Satoru's grip on your hand tightened, their silence speaking volumes.

"Is he bothering you, Y/n?" Satoru's voice held a protective edge.

"What? No! He's my manager..." you trailed off, the unease in the room becoming palpable as you struggled to make sense of their unusual behavior.

As Suguru pushed his hair back and deftly tied it into a bun, he strode purposefully towards you, his presence commanding attention.

"Aren't you supposed to make breakfast?" he inquired, his tone matter-of-fact but tinged with a hint of urgency.

"Oh! You're right!" you exclaimed, a sudden realization dawning upon you. With a hurried nod, you dashed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Satoru and Suguru behind in your room.

Suguru walked forward Satoru. His face right infront of him.

"Calm down, Satoru. You're a grown man," Suguru's voice cut through the tension, his words carrying a soothing undertone.

"Do you feel it too, Suguru?" Satoru's voice turned cold, the edges of his words sharp.

For a moment, Suguru remained silent, his expression unreadable. Then, with a decisive nod, he walked towards the door, his demeanor composed yet resolute.

"She's the one who created us, after all" Suguru's response hung heavy in the air, laden with implications that left Satoru unsettled.

As Suguru left the room, a sense of unease lingered, the weight of his words echoing in the silence.

What did it all mean? And what role did you play in their existence? The questions swirled in their mind.

As the three of you sat in silence, the tension in the air grew thicker, even Satoru, usually the chatterbox, remained uncharacteristically quiet. The awkwardness weighed heavily on you, making you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

"Hey... it's almost 8, don't you guys need to go back?" you interjected, breaking the suffocating silence.

Suguru was the first to stand, shooting a meaningful glance at Satoru, silently conveying the need to depart. Satoru followed suit, his movements slow and hesitant.

"Thank you... for the meal," Satoru murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You offered him a warm smile, appreciative of the fleeting moment of connection amidst the awkwardness. "You're wel—"

"Can I hug you? Before I leave," Satoru's request caught you off guard, but you couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness.

"You were hugging me all night, Satoru... but yes, come here," you replied with a gentle laugh, opening your arms to him.

Satoru enveloped you in a tight embrace, his tall frame towering over you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply at your smell. The gesture was oddly intimate, yet comforting in its familiarity.

As Satoru reluctantly released you, Suguru remained silent, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned and made his way upstairs to your studio, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

Satoru gently took your hand, silently urging you to follow him back to your studio. As you entered the room, Suguru approached the painting with a sense of reverence, his fingers delicately tracing the lines of the canvas. Suddenly, a soft glow emanated from the paint, casting a mesmerizing light across the room.

You watched in awe as Suguru's entire being seemed to dissolve into the painting, disappearing into the vibrant colors and swirling textures.

Just as you marveled at Suguru's transformation, you felt Satoru's hand squeeze yours, his touch grounding you in the moment. With a silent understanding, he too stepped forward, his form merging with Suguru's within the painting.

As you watched them disappear into the vibrant world within the canvas, a sense of awe and excitement filled you.

"I'll see you guys again tonight"

Feeling adrift and unsure of what to do with your newfound freedom, you realized just how long it had been since you last ventured outside for a leisurely walk, spent time hanging out with friends, or even enjoyed a simple shopping trip.

With a sigh, you resolved to break free from the monotony of your routine. Taking a shower and getting dressed felt like a small step towards reclaiming a sense of normalcy in your life, a way to shake off the stagnation that had settled over you in Suguru and Satoru's absence.

As the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of sleep and uncertainty, you felt a renewed sense of purpose begin to stir within you. Dressing in fresh clothes, you emerged from your home with a newfound determination, ready to seize the day and rediscover the simple joys that life had to offer.

Standing at the bus stop, you contemplated your options, the possibilities stretching out before you like an open road waiting to be explored. It was time to embrace the spontaneity of the moment, to step outside your comfort zone and embrace the unknown.

With a sense of anticipation building within you, you boarded the bus, the promise of adventure and discovery beckoning you forward. As the bus rumbled along its route, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you, eager to see where the day would take you.

Where should i go? Mmhm..mall?

With a decisive nod, you made up your mind. The mall it was. As you boarded the bus, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you, eager to rediscover the simple joys of exploring new surroundings and immersing yourself in the hustle and bustle of city life.

Excitement bubbled up within you as you stepped into the bustling mall, the vibrant atmosphere filling you with a sense of exhilaration. With a skip in your step, you made a beeline for your favorite stores, the allure of shopping beckoning you irresistibly.

As you perused the racks and shelves, you couldn't help but feel a surge of indulgence wash over you. Maybe you were being a tad extravagant, but today was about treating yourself, about embracing the joy of spontaneity and indulging in the things that brought you happiness. After all, you reasoned, you deserved it.

With bags in hand and a satisfied smile on your face, you made your way to a cozy ramen restaurant for lunch. Sitting alone, you couldn't shake the twinge of loneliness that tugged at your heartstrings. But instead of dwelling on it, you decided to channel that longing into something positive. You ordered extra ramen to go, a gesture of kindness for Suguru and Satoru for their dinner, a way to include them in your day even in their absence.

After savoring every last slurp of your delicious meal, you resumed your leisurely stroll through the mall, your eyes lighting up as you passed a charming bakery shop. Unable to resist the temptation, you stepped inside and found yourself captivated by the array of cute and colorful cakes on display. Without hesitation, you selected a few to take home, the promise of sweet indulgence adding an extra spring to your step as you continued your shopping adventure.

As the clock struck 6 pm, signaling the end of your exhilarating day at the mall, you gathered your bags and made your way back to the bus stop, a contented smile gracing your lips. Despite the exhaustion weighing on your body and the slight soreness in your hands from carrying so many bags, you couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment wash over you.

Arriving home, you took a moment to bask in the quiet comfort of your surroundings before setting to work preparing dinner. The aroma of simmering broth filled the air as you lovingly plated the ramen, setting aside a portion for Suguru and Satoru, a silent invitation for them to join you in the warmth of your home.

With the ramen ready and waiting, you carefully stored the cakes in the fridge, saving them for later. As you settled onto the sofa, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light across the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you.

As you anxiously watched the clock, the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. When it finally read 8:25, worry crept into your mind as you wondered why Suguru and Satoru hadn't returned yet. Just as your concern began to mount, the sound of aggressive footsteps caught your attention, and you turned to see Satoru rushing towards you with an infectious energy.

"Y/n!! I missed you!" he exclaimed, enveloping you in a tight hug from behind, his presence instantly dispelling any lingering unease.

Relief flooded through you as you returned his embrace, grateful for his sudden appearance. But as you glanced towards the stairs, you noticed Suguru descending slowly, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Suguru settled beside you on the sofa, his presence a calming presence beside you.

"How was your day..." he began, his voice trailing off as he waited for your response, his eyes searching yours for any hint of emotion.

The unexpected question from Suguru left you momentarily taken aback, your mind reeling with surprise. Was this the same Suguru who had greeted you with icy detachment, referring to you as nothing more than a monkey?

Before you could dwell on it further, Satoru's cheerful interruption broke the tension, his infectious energy drawing a giggle from your lips.

"Yes, yes! What were you doing while we were gone?" he chimed in eagerly, diverting the conversation to more lighthearted topics.

"I'll tell you guys. Now cmon i prepared you dinner." They follow you to table.

"Ramen? Mhmmm smell good. Thank u y/n!" Satoru's delighted exclamation at the aroma of the dish brought a warmth to your heart, while Suguru's quiet acknowledgment with an "Itadakimasu" spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"Now that you guys asked how I'm doing, well, I went to the mall!" you exclaimed with a grin, excitement bubbling in your voice. "I bought a ton of clothes and accessories, hehe."

"Really? I'm so glad you enjoyed your day! I can't wait to see you in the new clothes," Satoru chimed in, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness at your revelation.

Suguru nodded in agreement, a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It sounds like you had a great time," he remarked, his tone soft but sincere.

"Oh! I got you guys something!"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you rose from your seat, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. With a playful giggle, you retrieved the cake from the fridge, carefully balancing it in your hands as you returned to the table.

"Tadaaa!" you exclaimed, presenting the cake with a flourish, a wide grin spreading across your face.

Satoru's eyes lit up with delight, his grin mirroring yours as he leaned forward to get a closer look at the sweet treat.

"Wow, you bought us cake too? You're the best, y/n! Omg i really love cake!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

Satoru eagerly dug into his slice of cake, his eyes lighting up with delight as he savored each bite. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed between mouthfuls.

Suguru regarded the cake with a subtle nod of approval, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he said quietly, his expression betraying a hint of warmth that spoke volumes.

Satoru opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he beheld your peaceful sleeping face. He resisted the urge to shower you with kisses, opting instead for a tender peck on your forehead. Glancing at Suguru, who stood by the door with a determined expression, Satoru nodded.

"You ready?" Suguru asked, his voice steady and resolute.

Satoru hesitated for a moment before responding, "You sure you're coming with me?" His tone carried a hint of concern.

Suguru grinned in response, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I like hunting monkeys," he replied with a playful smirk.

As they exchanged a knowing look, a sense of unity washed over them, their shared resolve strengthening their bond. With a nod of agreement, they stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them with courage and determination.

Where do u guys think gojo and geto go?👀 next chapter would be...🤫

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[parasite-of-sentience]

Waning Kiss of Sunlight; Marley, Annika

intimate fluff piece i wrote a while back for the modern AU for Marley and Annika enjoy!

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The gentle jingle of keys accompanied the quiet muffled laughter. This floor was entirely reserved to them; but it didn't hurt to be courteous as you can be. Especially when you get home in the dead of night. The Stairwell would soon be abuzz with the sounds of the 'normal' day starting. Admittedly, Annika was still a bit tense on the idea of actually going out during that time. She took the second to gaze earnestly at her girlfriend's eyes shut in laughter, framed by golden brown. Once in her mind the color of early dawn; It was a color that belonged to Marley alone in her mind. Vampire or not, nothing that reminded Annika of her could harm her.

Oh wait, Her girlfriend? Annika didn't even know if either of them had said it out loud yet. They've had their trials of miscommunication aplenty. Even if Marley gave her that warm smile; Even if she sauntered in to their flat, her own home holding their groceries; Even after everything they've been through; It probably wouldn't hurt to just ask! As tempting as the wild imaginings are; they should stay as imaginings till they became real, beautiful words coming from her lips.

She returned from her thoughts with the sight of the small box gripped between Marley's fingers. Already laden with plastic bags at the register, Marley insisted on the last minute impulse purchase. Annika wondered the entire way home if she should suggest just dropping it into a bag. She relented, as her roommate seemed determined to hold it like was the most important thing in the world. The set of trendy, thick wired earbuds was a strange choice. Had something happened to her nice noise-canceling headset?

"I'll put these away, you need way more time than me to get settled." The slight, teasing tone brought her back to reality; and a redness to her cheeks. She'll have to figure out how to broach the topic tomorrow. If Marley needed help with a brand new headset, She would gladly give it her all. Annika well understood how important they were to her. Unwinding with music was her way of coping with the busy nonstop world outside.

That would have to wait for now. She turned to the room with an exaggerated sound of offense. She wasn't wrong however. dressing down layers, unfastening buckles and wiping off makeup; That took time and effort! Finally in her perfectly reasonable layers of sleepwear, her eyes dwindled on the movement at the edge of her vision. Her admittedly neglected bathroom mirror gave an eerie echo of herself in the half light. Annika couldn't help but look down the hallway, for Marley; for a comforting presence.

No, I can do this myself! She flicked up the first light switch. the one that gave her just enough to do her makeup with. With more hesitation she peeled back the tape holding the 2nd one in place, and gingerly lifted the pall of dark upon her. She winced, she'll readily admit that. As her eyes adjusted, looking back was no monster. No awful thing hiding from the lash of the sun. Just Annika Wilkerson. A lovely, human woman.

Above all, I want you to love yourself… Marley's wish to her repeated again. And again. And again. It repeated as she craned her neck in the mirror; flashing her pointed teeth in a bashful grin. it repeated once again, in her own voice. "Above all, I want you to love yourself…" The point to herself, and the imperious command to her own echo were admittedly a bit extra. Her reflection seemed to agree as she broke into a bashful smile. the sounds of footsteps and shuffling next door told her that her time was up.

She wondered how many episodes of her show they would watch tonight, before one of them inevitably fell asleep. Crossing the doorframe the next sight, as it typically had since they started sleeping in the same bed; Dazzled her. Marley was rarely bashful about showing skin. Convincing Marley to not wear her dirty jeans to bed was a previous days labor. Surviving the sight of Marley in just her underwear, was her cross to bear. Those long toned legs could kill and they nearly did every night. Annika had long accepted Marley was the kind of girl who wore just her sports bra outside. Yet with her legs exposed, her entire wiry body felt softer, and realer. Normally Marley would barely react to being seen like this. It made her feel a bit like a voyeur to be honest!

But today was different already, Marley had an air of restlessness. A question seemed trapped behind her pursed lips. She rolled the new earbuds in her fingers nervously. The rare blush on her face was clear. Her own question must have been clear on her face. What's wrong? before she could ask them out loud, Marley shook her head with a gentle smile. Nothing, would you humor me? Annika could feel the earnest request Marley sat on the beds edge and looked to her expectantly. A soft giggle escaped her she assented. She'd never seen Marley like this, what did she have planned?

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Earbuds in, Marley confirmed that her heart was in fact somewhere in her throat right now. Breath in, Breath out. She checked the settings on her phone. tentatively, she ticked the volume a little below her usual comfort zone. She noted the subtle warbling of vibrations, traveling through the thick wire from her phone. This is silly, what am I doing? a few clicks, and the familiar comforting dreamy electronic music. A gentle, yet powerful voice, singing of acceptance. With the familiar tune her shoulders loosened. Shut up me, I can do this.

Laying herself down proper; she adjusting her long tired legs. She tried to quiet the nagging voice in her head telling her how much space she was taking. Nerves made Marley feel alien, like a harsh sweaty stone against Annika's beautiful sheets. Turning over to face The dear girl in question she imagined complaints in tone Annika had never spoken in. A curled frown of disgust that Marley had never once in her life witnessed. Instead she found her Annika, staring at her with those earnest eyes that she knew so well. Waiting for her.

Her nerves evaporated. She couldn't imagine failing her, Not while those twinkling jewel eyes watched her. Despite this, it took all her effort to lot let her hand shake. Marley removed an earbud and and gingerly offered it over. The gesture didn't need further Elaboration as Annika wordlessly took it and set it in her own ear. The rumbling sounds of someone else moving the cord tickled a her own ear. She clicked back the song back the beginning. The gentle rustling, traveling in waves through the earbud, compounded with the embarrassed wavering of her heart. Marley couldn't help but hold her own pillow closer to her face, Hiding her growing redness.

Yet still, she couldn't help but watched Annika. The serious expression she wore as she listened gave her the courage to see this through. Her hands clasped together between them. Marley has seen her do that plenty to control her fidgeting. She look like she was giving a impassioned prayer. Marley couldn't help but be a bit jealous of how cool she was being right now.

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How bad is it? I must be shaking the entire bed right now! Annika held her hands tight together willing herself still, with all the heart she could muster. This is so cute! Did Marley know how much she looked like a cat curled up to her? Did she know how much her long powerful form, that always seemed strong enough to carry her away; looked slight and vulnerable in the dim light. Did she know that when she looked at her with those honey dark eyes, begging for acceptance; it would be the utmost cruelty to look away!?

The warbling miniature earthquake down the cord reminded her of the tie between them. What would probably drive Marley's sensitivity to sound wild any other day; was her Vein tap to Annika this night. At the end of that cord passing their subtle shifts and moves between each other; Marley's phone played her comfort music to them both. Annika had to wonder just how close they would have to be to hear the other side.

Before she knew it, her body was making the subtle shifts closer. Annika couldn't help but indulge her curiosity. She leveled her eyes to Marley, and Brought her whole body just centimeters closer. What am I doing!? She wanted to yell at herself. she could see Marley's eyes widen as she shifted closer. Awful girl, you've killed the mood! Annika's self flagellations ended quickly; when she noticed Marley loosen her grip on her pillow. Like the coaxing of a cat, Marley inched closer and closer to her.

Moments passed of this snail's dance. accompanied to the sounds of Marley's ethereal Music, the shift of sheets, and the rumbling of the cord. after what felt like ages they were so close she could feel Marley's breath. God, she's so warm. people are this warm right? Face to face with her she couldn't help but smile.

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Stop making that Expression. Marley spoke to her own flustered frown; and not to the giant goofy grin on Annika's face. That same expression admittedly made it hard to take her seriously in this moment. Inches from her own face however it hardly mattered. Annika would affect her in this way no matter what. That unwavering smile only gave her the courage to stay her course, Even the tickle in the back of her spine, whispering vile warnings to run, couldn't make her turn back.

The race continued, in cautious, precious millimeters. Marley leaned her head tenderly towards Annika's. The moment she could feel heat near her own skin, the tingling reached new heights. Her own heartbeat fought the song playing in her ear. Where she faltered, Annika met her halfway. The Mutual touch of skin felt strange to her at first, but above all; Annika was soft and warm.

Feeling her limit approaching, Marley pulled back. A little too quickly in her opinion. As Annika's face came into view, her blush was evident. Marley could only imagine her own face matched. The look in Annika's trembling Eyes, one of want for her alone, drove her to make decision. Against her own instincts and apprehension, Marley chose boldness.

She leaned in once more, she could feel the courage leaving her by the moment, till she could feel hot breath on her own lips. the touch of lips was brief, but was enough to wake up something scared and wounded within her. The wounds won, and Marley recoiled ever so slightly. She had a moment to curse herself, before she saw Annika's own look of concern.

In a moment Annika would blame herself. The thought emboldened her to one more fleeting act of courage. Leaning herself in once more she let their lips meet. She had feeling she was supposed to be doing something else other than letting them touch. She had a feeling her eyes were supposed to be closed. She had a feeling maybe neither of them knew what they were doing. She had a feeling she would remember this feeling regardless.

Marley finds the end of her boldness before long, and they part. Annika's expression was a mix of of many, including she assumed an apology for not knowing what to do. The joy in it was evident, however. She hoped her own matched in Annika's intensity. Feeling a shift near her hand she noticed Annika's on the other side of the sheet, separated by the thin fabric. This would have to do. With a new song gently playing in their ears, and each other in their eyes; The Two enjoyed the closeness. Sleep would come for them when it did.

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Dawn? Annika blinked herself awake No, something more important. She relished her first sight in the dim light. Golden brown hair framing Marley's closed eyes. Annika felt the urge to touch the subtle waves. Before she stop herself, she realized her fingers were entangled in something. separate by the sheet alone, their fingers became entwined in the night. She couldn't resist giving Marley's hand a gentle squeeze. When she wakes up, I'll ask her if we're girlfriends then!

[beck-a-leck]

Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game

tagged by @thychesters Thank you!!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

(I might break the rules a little bit, because a lot of my most recent fics are multi-chaps, and long running ones at that, or they're prompt collections. So I'll be taking the most recent opening lines, as opposed to the very first lines and I'm going to take from pieces posted within the last year. I'm also gonna repeat one fic, since I started posting it last year and it's been my most active WIP since then.)

1. Little Runeys - Ch 16 (The RF4/SW AU): “Dank farrik!” Frey swore sharply as she narrowly avoided taking a hit right up her thruster. “These Imps just can’t cut a girl a break.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “How are those guns coming, Lest?” 2. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 14 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo woke, she was burning up. Someone had draped an extra blanket over her while she had been sleeping, but considering the chill in the air, she shouldn’t have sweat beading on her forehead. It was dark, must have been the middle of the night, Bilbo couldn’t see anything around her except the shadows of whoever was on watch against the low glow of the fire, but from the snoring she suspected nearly everyone else was asleep. 3. Home For The Holidays (Grand Bazaar): Despite the bone deep exhaustion, the heavy pack on his back, the feet that ached with every footfall, and the remnants of a cold lingering in the back of his throat and sinuses, Lloyd still got a spring in his step when the familiar landmarks of Zephyr Town came into view. With renewed vigor, he hitched his pack up a little higher on his shoulders and hurried down the road. His heart seemed to lighten with every step forward, and a small smile began to curl across his tired face. 4. Earth and Rebirth - Ch 20 (Trio of Towns): Summer was in full swing, painting the mountain in shades of green as the plants spread out their broad leaves to soak up every bit of the hot sun as possible. Life was getting busy on the farms and in all three towns, as the first of the summer crops were ready for harvest, and tourists were flocking to the picturesque mountain for vacation. Holly was kept plenty busy herself. 5. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 1 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo Baggins left the Shire in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, she had not known she was pregnant. The thought of it being a possibility hadn’t even crossed her mind. 6. Adored (Rune Factory 4): Frey pushed blindly into her room. It was late, her heart was heavy, her soul weary. Tonight was her last night in Selphia, and as exhausted as she was of dealing with people, Frey so desperately did not want to be alone. Perhaps it was why she lingered so long with the others until she had to listen to Volkanon's good sense and turn in. Otherwise, she would be utterly exhausted tomorrow, and she would need to be sharp, embarking on this next journey alone. 7. At The End Of All Things (Spiritfarer): Buck didn’t see his death coming. 8. Our Dear Empress - Ch 9 (Rune Factory 4): Frey woke up early. Early enough that the sun had not yet risen, and she couldn’t even hear the quiet stirrings of life in the camp. She was accustomed to waking at the break of dawn, but even this was too early for her. She lay there in the dark, listening to Forte breathe steadily from her bedroll on the ground beside her. It would be wise to sleep some more, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Frey knew she was not going to slip back into slumber again. 9. Seedlings and Sprouts - Ch 29 (Animal Parade): Perry wasn’t expecting to be awake at this hour, but for reasons unknown to him, when he had laid down to sleep that night his mind refused to quiet, and he could not relax. So with restless body and mind, he got out of bed. If sleep was not coming to him, there was plenty of work he could do. Perhaps sorting through old church records would bore him to sleep. 10. And Omega Remains - Ch 2 (The Bad Batch): “You might know me better than you think.” The woman crouched down and removed her glasses. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes. "We’re sisters, Omega."

It looks like most often my opening lines are spent doing some scene setting and getting into the POV character's shoes. Occasionally I'll drop right into the action or pick up where a canon scene left off. But for the most part I get pretty quick to answering Who? Where? and Why? Not surprising for the prompt collections, where I'm usually getting right to the point of the prompt. And in the multi-chaps it's a good way to show that some time has passed between where the last one ended and the new one picked up and catch readers up. A lot of character action happening in the first sentence or two. And a lot of characters waking up 😂

I think the biggest exception to this trend is the opening lines of "Road" which is a succinct 'this is exactly what the story is going to be about' opening line.

Oh man I guess I should tag some folks. How about @jessi-08, @durotoswrites, @emeraldhazeart, @lookforanewangle, @jake-marshall

And if you want to play along and I didn't tag you, feel free to say I tagged you. My brain goes instantly blank any time I need to tag people in games like this and suddenly I don't know anyone who writes 😂

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 28 - Old Messages, pt. 4.

Nights went on like this. No word from Andy during the days. I guess it was better that way as it would cost too much attention if we both had our noses stuck in our phones all the time. The night was our time. And every single one of them, I looked forwards to the Facebook messages from Andy

Andy: Nice songs you post tonight. I didn't know you like Chris Cornell or Bon Jovi?

Congo: I do :)

Andy: It's good songs :) who are they for?

Congo: You.

Andy: (Blushing smiley) All of them?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: Also the Chris Cornell one?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: So you don't want us any longer? You wanna end things?

Congo: There's things I want, and things I should.

Andy: So, we aren't gonna see each other any longer or, you know…. Please don't do this! I want you! I want you to be mine… and me to be yours! If only we could! Please don't end things! I know we have to, but not yet! Please! I beg you Congo!

Congo: Hey, calm down. Please. I said, there's things I want, and things I should. I should walk away, but I want you too much.

Andy: So you aren't gonna end things?

Congo: No. I can't. I love you too much.

Andy: Don't make me cry.

Congo: Wasn't my intention. I only want you to be happy.

Andy: You make me happy.

Congo: But so does he.

Andy: Well so does Marius. Can we please not go there every night? I love you, and I don't need to be reminded of our situation all the time. It's hard enough as it is! And I know we gotta stop sooner or later, so can we just please try to enjoy each other as long as we can?

Congo: Yes. I think that sounds like a good plan.

Andy: Thank you.

Congo: Don't thank me. I want you too Andy. More than you know I'm very much in love with you.

Andy: I'm also very much in love with you.

Congo: I know.

Andy: You do?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: I thought you had lost most trust in me by now… I'm so relieved you trust that my love is for real.

Congo: No. It's not gone. Not at all.

Andy: Phew! And thank you for still trusting me.

Congo: It's okay. Just let it go :*

Andy: How was your day?

Congo: Not bad. Didn't do much. Just relaxed with a book, and watched my dad learn Marius how to braid willow branches. Mostly lost in thoughts of you.

Andy: Really? I was lost in my own thoughts of you as well. Stayed most of the day in bed, just daydreaming of you…

Congo: :)

Andy: What are your plans for tomorrow?

Congo: Getting up early, to go fishing with my dad.

Andy: Only you and your dad?

Congo: Yes. We will go at the break of dawn and stay out a few hours. Marius will be sleeping.

Andy: I wish I could come.

Congo: Yeah, me too. What are your plans?

Andy: I don't have any plans…

Congo: No ideas of new cover songs?

Andy: Nah… I'm pretty lazy these past two days.

Congo: So you don't wanna do a cover for me?

Andy: I could do that :) What do you want me to do?

Congo: Dedicate a song to me… but of course without dedicating it public. Just one only you and I know it's for me :)

Andy: I like that :) I'll do it!

Congo: Thank you :) that means a lot to me.

Andy: I just want to make you smile :)

Are you still here?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: You became so quiet?

Congo: I was smiling.

Andy: :D <3 :'( :) Can I call you?

Congo: Yes, just give me two minutes then. My dad will get up in 15 minutes, so I might as well get dressed now and cook him some breakfast.

Andy: Oh, I don't wanna interrupt you then…

Congo: You wont. Call me in two minutes :*

Andy: :D

I still remember the song he recorded the next day… the one he dedicated to me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLbya5qPveA I also still remember how when my dad woke up that same morning, and he walked in on me talking with Andy on the phone, he grabbed the phone and ended up talking with Andy for 20 minutes. Our fishing trip, which was supposed to set my mind straight, suddenly turned into a two hours long talk about why I should give up everything around me, and be with Andy instead. I can't say I disagreed, but I was afraid. I had wanted him for so many years, and finally he wanted me too. But he wasn't ready to give into me. So I wasn't prepared to lose it all. Deep down I knew I would lose to A in the end. I didn't contact Andy the whole day, neither during the evening. Even if I had promised him to call him on the way home from the lake. And when he started sending me messages, I didn't reply. I needed time to think. I had a question I desperately wanted to ask him, but I was terrified of his answer. Should I? I would risk everything. Marius. My life. Maybe even Andy's life? Could I?

Andy: Hey. How are you? You never called me again? Is something wrong? Did something happen after I talked with your dad this morning? I have a really bad feeling Please call me when you see this…. I'm freaking out! Congo? Please? I have tried calling you and sms'ing you… why wont you pick up? Is it over now? Please don't say its over! I beg you! I need you! I love you! Please Congo… please! I'll give up everything if I have to!!! Congo! I can't stand any more! Please pick up! Congo! What am i supposed to think now? If you don't pick up soon, I'm gonna come up there! I don't give a shit! PLEASE Congo!!! I beg you!!! I'm crying my eyes out!!! Please don't end things!!! I can't not have you!!!! I love you so much!!! Just tell me what to do? I'll end it all if you want me to, and be yours only!!! I mean it!!! I'm terrified, please please pick up or call me!!!! Aright! That's it!! I'm coming up there!!!

Andy: As he arrived, he parked his bike further down the road that lead to the house, making sure it was well hidden under some branches. He ran the rest of the way to the house, trying desperately to come up with a plan, as tears pressed in his eyes. He sighed relieved as he got closer to the house and could hear a well known chopping sound from behind, so he fastened his pace and silently ran around the house, staying hidden between trees. As he spotted Congo chopping wood, he slowed down to a slow walking, observing him chopping the wood, his flannel shirt was thrown on the ground by his feet, and his muscular upper body was glistening in the yellow moon light, drops of sweat running down his upper arms and back. Andy suddenly feels extremely dizzy, watching Congo like this, chopping the woods, being all man, and as a small breeze caught his nose, he even smelled the chopped wood, making him feel a rush to his stomach. He searched around on the ground a bit, and smiled softly as he found a small stone, picked it up and took a bit of time to aim before he flung it towards Congo, hitting the big chopping block, making Congo instantly stop and turn around, his sweaty pecks twitching a bit as he tried to figure what just happened? Psst! Andy waved a bit with his hand but instantly regretted when he saw Congo's deep frown, but as Congo started walking fast towards him, Andy's face lit up… only to seconds later feeling like a scolded dog, as Congo grabbed him by the collar and pressed him up against a tree, looking at him with fierce angry eyes

Congo: His voice was low and firm What the hell are you doing here?! You can't run around here, what if someone sees you?! FUCK Andy! You can't be here! Go home!

Andy: Looked at Congo with flickering eyes I just thought… I…

Congo: You clearly didn't think at all! If we keep sneaking around, they will figure out eventually. You are pretty much dating a bloodhound! He knows my smell all too well! He will smell me on you! And god knows what will happen then! Someone could get serious hurt, and I beg for it to not be Marius!

Andy: Shook his head He would NEVER hurt Marius! Ever!

Congo: He hissed That's not what I meant! Marius trusts you! He trusts me! He's so innocent! We cant fucking do this to him! And A loves you very much! This shit has to stop! We already went way over the top! Go home Andy!

Andy: He looked at Congo with flickering eyes, then out of the blue bust out in a loud sobbing, as he punched Congo's chest repeatedly What about me?! Huh?! What about how I feel?! I fucking love you!! I love you so fucking much!! Oh god!! his sobbing only turned louder

Congo: Andy! Calm down! They will hear you!

Andy: Sobbed on I don't give a shit any longer! If I can't have you I hope he will figure out, and kill me on the spot! I want you! YOU! His sobbing continued, stronger and stronger Why the fuck can't you see how much I love you??!!! Tell me to break up with him an I will!!! But you can't even do that! You don't really want me anyway! I'm too much of a fuck up! You love your quiet life, and I don't fit into that! I'm so screwed up! I ruin everything! Fine, I'll go and leave you alone. I'm sorry I ever came here, hoping you would give this, us, a chance! He turned to leave, but got stopped by Congo forcing him back up against the tree

Congo: He looked at Andy with flickering eyes, and just as they turned soft and loving, he grabbed both Andy's upper arms, pressing him even tighter against the tree as he with a deep moan started kissing Andy passionately

Andy: He moaned out, partially in surprise, partially in relief, quickly digging his fingers into Congo's chest, moaning yet again in Congo's mouth, as he fluttered his tongue over Congo's, feeling dizzier than ever, breathing faster and faster as their kissing speed up and became more heated. Hands travelling all over each others bodies, until Congo quickly pulled away, panting a bit as he looked at Andy with flickering eyes

Congo: We can't do this…

Andy: Whimpered softly Congo don't do this!

Congo: He shook his head softly I mean not here. Please move to the front of the house, to the main road, but stay out of sight! I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes. Just make sure to stay out of sight! If I'm not there in 5 minutes, run to the cabin where we were the other night, and hide there till I come, you know where the key is… He leaned in and planted a big kiss on Andy's lips, softly stroking his cheek Please don't cry… I'll be right back… He quickly ran off to the chopping block, picking up his shirt, casually putting it on, then taking a big deep breath, before entering the house

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Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 

3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.

[apotatomashedbybts]

I'll Be Your Knight

[GENRE: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Jimin×reader, Taegi

Soulmate!Taehyung, BestFriend!Yoongi

Word Count: 2.6k+]

[Summary: When Y/n met Jimin she knew that it was a love at first sight. But she didn't expect the consequences that came with loving him. After their unwilling separation will Y/n be able to do what it takes to get him back?

A story of love, loss, fight, dreams, and friendship...]

Chapter VI: A Supposedly Normal Day

"But you could have moved away from there if you saw her already! Why didn't you? And even if you noticed her earlier how did you pull off those moves?" Jimin's questions were coming at me like rapid fire. "Was he thinking about all these on the return journey? Is that why he was so silent?" I wondered!

"Let me feed your curiosity!" Tae said while we were walking into our neighborhood. 

He faced us and started walking backwards, "During middle school we used to get bullied a lot at first! Then Yoongi hyung appeared in our lives and saved us from those bullies! But the most important thing that he did was to influence y/n/n. He used to learn martial arts. After knowing that y/n/n became interested and started to learn too. And now you can say that both of them are pro! So you don't have to worry about her. I would've been pretty disappointed if she just walked away from there. And you know what that is the reason why I stopped you. Hi hi! But it does have some disadvantages! She and Yoongi hyung wake up at dawn everyday and practice. They make me wake up too!" saying this Tae made a crying face and continued, "and make me go on a morning walk! I love my sleep so much but they are just too cruel! I got lucky the past few days after she arrived! But it started again from today! Another disadvantage is that she is too strong and that's why I am always afraid of her beatings! She only looks tiny, but you would never wish to be on her bad side! "

While talking we reached in front of Tae's house.

"I have an Overwatch match in half an hour! So I would get going! Byee!" Saying this Tae went into his house bidding goodbye and in no time we reached my house.

"You sure, you won't feel lonely? I can walk you home!" I said not wanting to let him go.

"Ha ha! You can do that but then I'll feel bad for letting you go.... alone!" He replied.

"What was that pause for in the middle? Why did his voice shake at the end? Ah! I must be thinking useless things, it was nothing!" I shook my head and replied smiling, "Then it would be a never ending cycle!"

Then an idea hit me.

"We can do one thing! Let's walk together until the turning at the end of this road! Then we can part our ways! You can go to your way home and I will return from there!" I offered.

"Sounds quite good! Let's do that!" He smiled broadly.

"Ok then" I smiled and we continued to walk talking about random things mostly about our childhood.

When I told him about my university in UK, he told me that he had moved to so many countries but never got to go to UK. I wondered what kind of job did his dad do. I couldn't hold my curiosity, so I asked him about it and he said that his dad used to be a biochemist for a certain company named Veneno. I didn't know that biochemists had to move so frequently and that quite shocked me.

After reaching the turning Jimin sighed, "So, we are at our decided border! We should.... get going now." and he again sighed heavily.

"Why does his voice sound like this? Is he feeling bad that we have to part our ways?" I thought looking at him.

"Yeah we should!" I pretended as if I noticed nothing. "But you have to go first and please don't say 'no'! I insist!"

"Though I don't want to but I guess I have no other choice! Bye!" And he turned to go.

I told him to go but I couldn't bring myself to do the same. I just stared at his walking figure and deep down somewhere I wanted him to look back at me and at the same time I didn't.

Suddenly he stopped on his way and looked back. I waved at him. He waved back at me smiling and signalled me to go too but I nodded a 'no' and signalled him to keep walking. After a few steps he looked back and waved again. I wanted him to walk quickly, otherwise I wouldn't had been able to hold this strong urge to run and hug him for long. After he entered the path that took him to the castle I turned back to return to my house and brushed off the small drop of tear that trickled down my cheek earlier.

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I saw a car parked in front of our gate. "Was someone supposed visit us today?" I tried to remember.

"I am home." I said wearily after opening the door of my house.

"Honey! Look who is here!" Mom exclaimed happily.

Entering the living room I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Yuri unniiiiiiiiii!!!!" I screamed and jumped on her. I was just so so happy seeing her. I hugged her tightly with no intention of letting her go.

Yuri unni was my cousin, the eldest daughter of my father's oldest brother. Though she was my cousin, she had always been like my own sister. She was quite older than me but one could never say that. For her age had always just been a number. She was literally the sweetest person one could come across. Besides my mom and dad she was my favourite family member. She had always loved me the most, one of the reasons being me the youngest among all the cousins and I had always enjoyed and loved the priority. But sweetness was not the only thing that I loved about her. I admired her a lot too. She was the head engineer of a renowned light plane company. She could fly light planes and helicopters too like a master. I looked up to her so much. She always used to visit us frequently. But after her marriage she got transferred to Busan and that's why her visits had become less. That was the reason why I was really really happy about her visit.

"How are you y/n/n?" she smiled at me warmly.

"How are YOU? Let's go to my room! I have so much to tell you!" I hold her hand and dragged her to my room upstairs.

After settling down I complained, "Are we that negligible that you have to visit us after six months? You don't love me anymore!"

"Don't be like that! You know how it is." She made a pouty sad face.

I laughed at her cuteness and said, "I know unni! I was just messing with you! But what makes you visit us today? Is there anything special?"

"Not that special but I have a good news! I got promoted to the post of Chief Engineer and they transferred me to Seoul! Today I came to see the apartment and preorder the furnitures." She said calmly.

"WHAAATT!" I screamed throwing my pillow at my roof and hugged her, "That's a real big news unni!! You won't believe how happy I am! Omg when are you moving?"

She smiled as if she knew that it would be my reaction and said, "This weekend! And you have to come and visit us! I won't have 'no' for an answer!"

"Of course I would go! I miss Rara! And I'll also scold hyeongbu for not visiting us. I am so excited!" I laughed, "that means you are going to stay here tonight! Right?" I looked at her hopefully.

"I am so sorry but I can't y/n/n. I have to report tomorrow at my office and have some important things to do. I have a really tight schedule this week. Don't be sad! It's only a few days!" She tried to convince me.

"You are a meanie! I won't talk with you!" saying this I turned my face away from her!

"Come on don't be a child. Ok! I'll take you and Tae to barbecue restaurant once I transfer here!" She said making me face her.

"Ok.. but only for barbecue's sake I am letting you go!"

"Yay! But y/n/n I smell that something really spicy is going on in your life. Hmm. Who is that boy you were walking with towards the turning?" She narrowed her eyes at me teasingly.

"Unnii!" I whined and covered my face with a pillow, "we are just friends!"

"But you love him. Don't you?" She said with a knowing smile.

"H-how do you know?" I stuttered.

"And more importantly how did you see us?"

"I drove past you two! You were so engrossed in him that you didn't even notice me waving at you! But I am seriously really happy for you. I was dying for the day when you'll fall in love, real love!" She sighed.

"Unni I don't know! I really do love him. But will he ever love me like I do?" I asked her with a sad smile.

"Of course he will. Remember everything needs time. The right thing will happen at the right time. So no need to hurry!" She smiled reassuringly.

Unni's flight was at 12 am. Tae and I dropped her off at the airport. The car she took for coming here was a rental one so she called the company and told them to take away the car.

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Wednesday morning, an uneventful morning except the fact that Tae's car had returned from his imaginary garage.

At my literature lecture I noticed that I had to sit next to the ringing voiced girl.

She had caught a terrible cold. I felt bad for her. I asked, "Hey are you ok..?"

"Su-yeon! My name is Su-yeon and you should remember that!" She replied hoarsely.

"Look, I was genuinely worried about you. And also see it was not my fault at all. It was your friend who did that to you! You can't blame me!" I replied and before I took my seat I heard her murmuring something but I couldn't make it out clearly. I decided not to put much thought into it and concentrated in the lecture.

"Wow! Today's classes ended early! What should we do now? It's only 3:30 pm!" Tae asked after we met at the cafeteria. "What about karaoke? Yessssssssss! Let's do that! You'll be blessed by my god-like vocals."

"Yeah let's do that!" I agreed to Tae and nodded.

"What's the matter? You agreed with me so quickly? You seldom want to go to karaoke. Do you really want to hear Jimin sing that much?" Tae asked me with one of his eyebrows up.

"Shut up, you idiot! He'll hear you! And of course I want to. What's the big deal?" I whispered back shushing him.

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After coming out of the main gate of SNU a boy of about 7-8 years came to us crying. He hold my hand and said, "Noona please come with me. Some big boys took our toys and took my friends with them. They told me to take you to the playground behind this big building!"

I knelt down and wiped off the tears and said, "Don't cry sweetheart! You are a brave boy, aren't you? Let's go and get your friends and toys back! Will you take us there?"

The boy nodded as I held his hand. He took us to the big playground near our university.

When we reached there we saw a group of boys who looked like those from mafia gangs had rounded up a bunch of crying kids. I was clearly confused as to why they were doing this but I decided to keep my calm.

"If you are looking for me then you should have just came up to me. Why use innocent kids? Thugs these don't have any better ideas? What's the use of such big bodies if your mind's size is that of a peanut? You make me laugh rather than intimidate! Now that I'm here please leave those kids!" I walked up to them and said trying to keep a calm tone in my voice.

"Ha ha ha! All these big words will be of no use once we treat you right! And don't think that we are going to spare you because you are a girl! Isn't gender equality a trend these days?" said a boy who looked like their leader and they all rounded around me.

"Hey leave all the kids! Make those two boys sit on those benches and keep an eye on them!" their leader ordered two of his gang members.

"Wait! Tae take my bag!" I shouted at Tae. He came and took my bag. While returning he walked up to the leader "Good luck! You are gonna need it!" he said nodding with a pressed smile and walked away.

After they were released, all the kids ran away from there and I was relieved. I didn't need to hold back anymore. I counted and there were 7 guys in total excluding the two guys near Tae and Jimin.

"So shall we begin? Who wants to come first?" I announced calmly.

As soon as I completed my sentence a guy from behind came running at me while making a loud sound "yaaaaaaaaaa" like this.

"Tch tch! Never shout like that while fighting! It'll always alert your opponent." I remembered what I was taught and shook my head closing my eyes. I moved a little bit to my left and stuck out my right leg. He tripped on my leg and fell with a loud thud. Seeing this two guys came up at me at once from the front with a punching stance. I stooped myself and punched their stomachs hard. When they crooked in pain I stood straight, ran a little past them and hit their backs with my elbows.

Seeing this the other guys along with their leader were hesitating. "Let me make your work easier. Come at me together all of you. That would increase your strength, ain't it?" I said brushing my hands.

My idea got their attention. They all came at me together. This was my opportunity. I slipped through one's side, took his punching hand and made him punch the guy opposite to him. The force made the other guy's nose break. "Oops sorry!" I cooed.

I made that man my cover and moved swiftly to another boy and kicked behind his knees. He fell down. Two down, two left. I kicked the man who I was holding in the waist with my knee and as he was about to bend down in pain, I somersaulted on his back kicked the leader on the neck.

"Kyaaaaaaaa! A fatal blow! Yessssssssss! That's my y/n/n!" Tae shouted out and jumped. The other guys made him sit down and made a call. Suddenly the guy who tripped over my leg earlier grabbed my foot hard. I didn't know why but I didn't kick back. "Are they calling more guys? Are they not gonna give up? Let them come! They need to understand that it's useless." I thought.

After about ten minutes in two cars almost fifteen guys of their gang arrived. I sighed loudly and glanced over at Tae and Jimin. Tae seemed somewhat worried but Jimin's expression made my heart break. He looked like a small child who was seeing something really bad and was about to cry. I told him using gestures to not worry and that I would be fine. After a minute or so Tae received a call and his face lit up. He signalled me that everything was going to be alright. "Is Yoongs here? Is that why Tae is so happy?" While thinking all these I saw Yoongs' car enter the parking area near the ground.

Those men were already in front of me ready to fight.

"You are so going to regret taking this decision!" I told them and cracked my knuckles.

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A/n: Sixth chapter with a sappy try to portray a fight scene! I hope you like this too. Thank you for reading! Love you all 💜💜💜

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Warning: blood mention, injury mention. Read at your own risk.

Tonight, in typical me fashion, I managed to cut my thumb open prepping for dinner. And when I say open, I mean over a quarter inch into the tip of my thumb with the knife imbedded. My immediate reaction was to yell "shit!" before grabbing a paper towel and wrapping it up to run upstairs for the med kit. (Yes, I know I should have one in the kitchen. I used to. I'm currently putting a new one together but that didn't help me tonight.)

Needless to say, veggies had to get tossed out and work station sanitized (I was fast getting pressure on the cut but it doesn't help when you bleed through it instantaneously), which isn't easy while trying to keep a heavily bandaged thumb elevated and fighting off the urge to pass out. So, dinner got changed from something fancy and complicated to easy and requiring little effort.

Also my plans have now changed for tonight. Normally while my partner plays online games with friends I write or crochet. Now, it hurts too much to move my hand so both are kind of out of the picture. I'm also feeling really nauseous and dizzy, so I'll probably just go to sleep super early tonight and deal with waking up hours before the dawn when tomorrow comes.

Probably should have gone and gotten it checked to see if I needed stitches, but that's tomorrow me's problem. Present me is done with everything and just wants a hug. Or ice cream and chocolate cake.