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ur-favorite-queer-queen · 3 years ago

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Midnight

For Daminette December - Day 31

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“And as the clock ticked closer and closer to midnight, Cinderella forgot little by little about her curfew as she danced the night away with the prince.” Marinette told her children, as their eyes were slowly but surely closing. She sat on one of the two twin beds as she tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible while telling the story.

“But the sudden chime of the clock had her halting in her steps as she remembered what she had forgotten. Saying a hurried goodbye to the prince she raced away, hoping to get to her carriage before the magic wore off. However when she was running down the steps-” She continued before she was cut off.

“She lost her shoe.” Damian interrupted from the doorway. His voice was the volume one would have in a normal conversation, but in this setting it ended up shattering the peaceful silence.

“Damian! I’m telling a story.” And just like that the children were no longer sleepy, but eager to watch the drama unfold before they’re very eyes.

“I don’t get why you’re telling them that story.” He entered the room and sat across from his wife on their other child’s bed.

“What’s wrong with Cinderella?” She questioned.

“I just don’t get why you would tell them such an overused story when you could be telling them ours. After all, they are almost the same.”

“Is that so?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded in challenge. “Well if you’re so sure then why not you tell them their bedtime story today?”

“Gladly.” Damian smirked.

“Daddy! Daddy! Make sure to use your storytelling voice!” One of their children piped up. The other eagerly agreeing with them.

“Of course, of course. It all started many years ago. When your mother and I were just teenagers.”

“DC.” Damian greeted the girl who had just walked in the classroom.

“Wayne.” She greeted back, taking her seat next to him. She began to take her stuff out in preparation for the lesson and he realized he should do the same.

“Are you going to the dance?” He asked, eyes fixed on a sheet of paper he was drawing on so that he wouldn’t stare at her.

“Probably, are you?” She asked back and he looked up at her to see her eyes on him, waiting for an answer.

“Maybe, I still have to see if I’m available.” He answered, making a mental note to ask his father when he returned home.

“Hey Marinette!” A call from the back of the classroom grabbed both of their attention and they turned their heads to see a blonde boy standing on his chair. “Wanna go to the dance with me?”

She rolled her eyes as she responded, “Fat chance Agreste.” Turning around Damian could hear her muttering under her breath about stupid boys.

Mr. Martin entered just in time to see Agreste with an annoyed expression on his face, but still standing on his desk. “Mr. Agreste sit down this instant!” Once he had sat down the lesson began and Damian wondered that if he were to try and ask Marinette, would she have the same reaction?

“Honestly I don’t get why you won’t just ask her!” Jon complained as they sat in Damian’s room, supposed to be completing a project for one of their classes.

“You weren’t there when Agreste asked her, you didn’t see how she reacted. There is no point in asking when I will just be rejected.” Damian replied.

“But-” Jon tried to protest.

“Besides, Father said I can’t go.” Damian uttered.

“Why?”

“I have patrol that night.”

“Seriously? And you didn’t ask that you could just have it another night?”

“Father wouldn’t change his mind. Now let’s finally get to work on this project.” Damian stated, hoping to end the conversation. Unfortunately for him, it was not that easy.

“Don’t tell me he’s not letting you go to your dance?” An unwelcome voice at the door asked.

“What happened to knocking Grayson?” Damian snapped.

“The door was open.” Dick responded as he walked into the room.

“So you’re gonna help?” Jon asked, eager to get Damian to go to the dance so he could ask Marinette out.

“Course, this isn’t the first time I’ve helped one of my brothers out.” Dick instantly replied but then paused.

“There’s a but isn’t there?” Damian spoke up in his brother’s silence.

“Yeah…you have till midnight. I can only stall B for so long.” Dick hesitantly said.

“Good enough!” Jon cheered as Damian sighed. “Also no wearing you’re Robin mask Damian that’s way too obvious.”

“Why would I wear a mask?” Damian questioned.

“Cause it’s a masquerade.” Jon said, looking at Damian in confusion, “Don’t tell me you didn’t know?”

This just caused Damian to let out another sigh, “I guess I’m gonna need help with my outfit as well.”

Damian walked into the room with a complete poker face, his hair was done and a mask over the bottom half of his face. Jon insisted he not use a mask that covered the top half of his face so he could see easier. Jon also insisted they not walk in together to make it less obvious who they were, he didn’t think his classmates were that dumb that they wouldn’t know who they were but apparently that was the case.

He surveyed the room and found Marinette sitting at a table with her friends, her mask doing nothing to conceal her identity. She was doing her best to ignore Agreste who kept asking her to dance by constantly making conversation with those around her. Eventually she got up to get a drink and Damian found his opening.

He made his way to the punch table as Marinette tried to get a drink as slowly as possible. Seeing Agreste approaching he quickly made his way to Marinette.

“Care to dance?” He asked.

“Who’s asking?” She eyed him warily.

“Not Agreste.” He stated, tilting his head in the direction Agreste was approaching.

One look over her shoulder had Marinette putting her drink down and accepting the hand Damian offered. He led her to the dance floor where the DJ had just started playing a slow song.

“So am I ever going to get your name?” Marinette questioned.

“Perhaps.” Damian smirked, although Marinette wasn’t able to see it beneath the mask.

“Why ask me to dance?”

“You could say that I have held a liking for you for a while now.”

“What’s with the fancy talk, you could just say you have a crush on me."

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Marinette studied for a moment more before smiling brightly. “Wanna talk more outside?”

“Sure.” Damian answered.

They made their way outside and found a bench to sit on. “So how do you know me, mystery man?” Marinette asked once they had sat down.

“We share some classes.” Damian answered.

“As if you couldn’t be more vague.” Marinette laughed, “How am I supposed to figure out who you are?”

“With your brain.” Damian stated.

“Okay, so vague and a smartass.” Marinette nudged him, only to grow confused when he took his jacket off, “What are you doing?”

“Being a gentleman and giving you my jacket.”

“Why?”

“You’re shivering, if you haven’t noticed, but I have.” He draped his jacket over her shoulders. She then slipped her arms through the sleeves and they could both see that the jacket was a little too big for her.

“I didn’t have the cold in mind when I was making this dress.” She muttered.

“Next time you should take the cold into account.” He laughed when she went to hit his arm.

“Duly noted.” She sarcastically remarked.

They stayed out there just talking about anything and everything that came to mind. The clock ticked and ticked closer to midnight, but Damian was too wrapped in their conversation to notice. Jon kept blowing up Damian’s phone that he had to leave soon but unfortunately it was silenced.

“So you’re still not gonna tell me who you are?” Marinette asked.

“You really wanna know?” Damian asked back.

“Course! If I didn’t wanna know I would’ve never made conversation with you.” Marinette pulled her phone out and Damian got a glance of the time, 11:54.

“Wait, is that the time?” He hurriedly asked, standing up and making his way back to where the dance was being held.

“Yeah…why? Wait where are you going?” Marinette called after him.

“I have to be home by midnight.” Damian replied.

“You have a curfew?” She rushed out as she tried to catch up with him.

“Yes and I’m sorry, I’ll tell you who I am another time.” With that he left, vanishing into a crowd of people and leaving Marinette alone and confused.

“So you just left?” Dick questioned once again.

“It was all I could do! You gave me till midnight and it was minutes till midnight!” Damian repeated. He was getting tired of this interrogation.

“Let’s hope she isn’t too upset about your sudden disappearance.” Jon piped up.

“Marinette isn’t like that.” Damian immediately protested.

“We’ll just have to see what she has to say about you on Monday.” Jon added.

“About that-”

“What did you do?” Dick cut him off.

“I didn’t tell her who I was.”

“And why not!” Jon shouted.

“Well I didn’t want to do it at first because if she rejected me then she wouldn’t know who she rejected and then when I was going to it was almost midnight and I had to go!” Damian responded.

“Best thing to do is just tell her on Monday that it was you she talked with all night and hope for the best.” Dick wisely advised.

“It’s a good thing you have first period with her so you can get it over and done with.” Jon commented. “Now we just have to wait for Monday.”

Damian sat in his first period with his head down and doodling in his notebook. He refused to glance at the door and was determined to ignore all his problems until something landed on his head.

Lifting his head up and taking it off he realized it was his suit jacket from the dance. The one he had given to Marinette. Looking to his left he saw her sitting with her arms crossed, eyes focused on him.

“You forgot that.” She stated, eyes never leaving him.

“How did you know?” He questioned.

“Took me five minutes to figure it out. Not exactly a good disguise.” She responded. “What confused me was why you had a curfew?”

“A question that I will answer another day.”

She rolled her eyes and started to get her stuff out when a thought occurred to Damian. “I told you I like you, if you knew it was me how come you didn’t address that?”

She paused before replying, “Part of me didn’t believe it, that the boy I had liked for so long liked me back.”

“You like me?” Damian asked in disbelief.

“Yes, and it was quite obvious if you ask me.”

“Well then, we should go on a date.”

“A date?” Marinette repeated, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, are you free this Saturday?” Damian asked, undeterred by her questioning.

“I am.” Marinette let out a small smile.

“So will you go out with me?”

“I would love to.” Marinette leaned and placed a kiss on his cheek before the teacher walked in. And Damian focused his attention solely on what his teacher was saying, trying to ignore the way his ears burned.

“Aw, that’s so cute!” One of their children said, letting out a yawn immediately afterwards.

“Yes and it’s also time for you to fall asleep.” Marinette whispered, getting up and placing a kiss on both her children’s foreheads. Damian did the same before they left the room of snoring children and made their way to their room.

“I didn’t know you talked to Jon and Dick about me so much.” Marinette teased her husband.

“Well I wasn’t the only one, Alya tells me about your teenage rants about me all the time.” Damian smirked.

A faint blush spread on Marinette’s cheeks, “I have to talk to her about that.”

Damian made his way over to her and gave her a slow kiss, “Tomorrow, we need to get some rest.”

“Oh, is that so Cinderella? Need your beauty sleep?” Marinette smirked.

“Not really, but I know that Prince Charming gets grumpy when she doesn’t get enough sleep.” Damian countered.

“Yeah yeah, getting to bed.” Marinette replied as she pulled the blanket towards her.

Damian turned off the lights and climbed into bed with her, whispering in her ear, “I’m so glad I asked you to dance.”

Marinette turned to face him, whispering back, “I’m so glad I said yes.”

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Final day of Daminette December, hope you all enjoy!

@daminettedecember

#daminette december #fluff #cinderella inspired #midnight

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a-libra-writes · 3 years ago

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For the Childhood BFF AU with Stannis, we’ve established that he and his BFF have confessed their feelings, are courting, and have planned their marriage by the time the siege rolls around. Assuming she’s there during it, the tension between them no doubt would become suffocating, so is there any chance, any at all, that Stannis would consider premarital sex, especially because A) they were going to marry anyway B) they might die C) they’re in the castle together for, like, a year with little else to do? or would he be too duty-bound and stubborn, even if she really wants to?

Oh this is a very interesting question and one I've thought about 🤔 Also there's a lot of factors here. Forgive any rambling.

So while the tension would be there in the first place, note there's a war going on and Stannis is dealing with a lot - "betraying" his liege to take his brother's side, worrying about the bff (she's stuck here instead of being home) and Renly (just a kid!), getting orders from Robert about what he should do, having to manage the men at the castle, and so on. While the childhood friend would be right the supporting him and helping with the war effort, I think he'd feel lots of guilt over her being there and would keep insisting she sail back home ... though there's likely a point where it becomes unsafe to leave.

Once the siege really sets in, I think he's too occupied with that stress to even consider "we might die" sex just because imho that's not a stress outlet for Stannis. Her emotional support is what helps him through it. I've said before that they basically start acting like a couple here - married or not - via how emotionally intimate they are and how they work together. Everyone figures they're together and assumes they're also physically intimate - if they even have time to worry about such things. She probably can't get away with kisses in private but she can do a lot of holding, and in public she's often very close to him and advising in his councils.

(Also important to note that when starvation sets in, and the desperation and fear and stress of an extended siege... That's kind of a libido and mood killer, lol. After a certain point, even if they wanted to sleep together, they might not even have the physical or mental energy).

((And sorry, another note to that -- even if Stannis was considering it, I think he'd be upset at the idea of their first sexual encounter being in such a dire situation. Like, it wouldn't be romantic at all -- not that he's a romantic, but there would definitely be gloom hanging over them. Like I can see him almost going for it but backing out in a panic))

However!! On the topic of their emotional intimacy. I can def see Stannis trying to keep her at an arm's length for the sake of 'propriety', but as the months go on, neither of them start giving a fuck about that. Especially since she's always been physically affectionate to Stannis, they hold each other because it's some semblance of comfort. When things start getting very bad, like after they eat the dogs and cats and start moving onto rats, and they're both desperately trying to put up a strong front in front of the men and each other ... I think she'd just go right to his room and share a bed with him like they used to as kids. Nothing sexual, they just need that connection and comfort because they're tired, hungry and scared. Remember Stannis was only eighteen when this shit was happening. He protests the first few nights she does it, but then he just stops, because he doesn't have the energy and it's very, very comforting for him too. She starts bringing Renly in, too. The three of them huddle up under blankets because they're cold and starving and exhausted.

Again everyone probably knows they're doing this but I doubt she cares for her 'reputation' as a maiden because she might fucking die of starvation in a week or less, she doesn't care. And Stannis is spending every moment worrying about the supplies and the siege and his brothers and her.

So. When Davos arrives, I think he'd actually assume she's lady of the castle, like Stannis was married at some point and he just didn't hear about it. It's this slip-up that makes Stannis realize how "intimate" they've been and how it could potentially damage her reputation (bc he knows men can do whatever they please and get away with it). And I think in some way, even after all they've been through, he might worry that she wouldn't want to marry him after all??? Like she'd just want to go home and never think about any of this again???

But those last thoughts are kind of fleeting and when he's still half-starved and sleep deprived haha. Once Ned lifts the siege and he's able to leave and the war is over, Stannis goes into "fuck all this shit I'm marrying her" mode. He's so fucking over it by that point. Esp if after all that he's given Dragonstone instead of Storm's End; like fuck it!!! Be selfish for once Stannis!!!

(and also at that point everyone figures they've boinked and now she's ""ruined"" or probably has a bastard somewhere it's like. oy fucking vey).

((bonus points if some idiots who can't do math assume that Edric is the bastard of Stannis and the bff, not Robert and a Florent girl he knocked up on Stannis' wedding day. And rumors that Stannis only married her because she was with child -- esp if she's of a more minor house and other, more powerful houses were annoyed they couldn't wed their daughter to Stannis instead. Yay Westeros!))

Anyway, these are just things I've thought about and will probably be present in Sand & Storms at some point. Obvs yall are free to HC whatever you wish!! Personally I just HC Stannis as someone whose on the ace spectrum and prefers emotional intimacy over physical. I assume yall insert yourselves or OCs into this and their stress response + physical/emotional needs can be different.

#libra talks too much o clock!!!!!#libra headcanons #fawn au #stannis baratheon x reader #gotta go back and tag all the fawn stuff aaaaaaa-

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loveguts · 2 years ago

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posting my riot fest experience and just getting my thoughts out for anyone who’s curious

so i got there at around noon-ish with my two brothers + my older brothers wife (side note but if you’ve seen me talk about being the oldest child i didn’t grow up with my older half brother and didn’t really know him until i was like 17 but we’re close now. not related to anything just felt like i needed to clear that up LMAO)

anyways, this was me and my younger brother’s first concert ever but my older brother and his wife have gone to a lot. immediately we noticed that it seemed weirdly disorganized. it might’ve just been the direction we walked from, but we ended up in the area that you were supposed to go through after getting you’re wrist band, because that was just the flow of the area if that makes sense? but none of us had wrist bands, we thought that they would scan the tickets from our phones. none of the staff pointed this out to us or even told us where to go to get the wrist bands, we just found some random guy and asked what was going on (who was actually helpful)

if you’ve seen anything about security/metal detectors being fucked, they’re 100% true. my brother had a backpack that wasn’t searched at all and i didn’t have to empty my pockets or anything. i went through with a metal water bottle and i don’t think it even went off? my older brother got patted down for some reason but i have no idea why they chose only him and let the rest of us in our group just go through.

we got VIP passes for the lockers and the air conditioned bathrooms. there was a merch stand, the bathrooms, an area to get alcohol, and three different food trucks. we were only in lines from noon-4:00 and they were long but didn’t move too slowly at all. the merch situation was a little weird because they advertised a lot of shit that they had, but didn’t actually have all of it. my younger brother tried to buy a button and they told him he had to go to the main tent for that. also they were already running out of sizes and it was 1:30 at that point. i have no idea if that’s typical for merch stands at concerts and festivals though.

i thought it was weird the VIP area didn’t have their own water station. there was one water fountain and the line basically stretched around the entire area by the time it was 4:00-4:30. if there was a water refill area beyond that one water fountain, it wasn’t easy to find at all because i definitely didn’t see one. i do know that there was a water refill spot not in the VIP area, near the carnival rides, but i don’t know if there were any others besides that one. the line for it was long but it moved quickly but we also didn’t wait in it past like, 4:30.

side note about the carnival rides: you had to pay for ride tickets on top of everything else. that annoyed the shit out of me honestly. idk why i wasn’t expecting that but like goddamn it’s like $100+ to even get in here.

i’m not sure if VIP tickets got you your own area for the stages?? i think i saw some people mention it but we had no idea about that so we were just in the general concert area.

we headed towards the stage that mcr would be playing at around 5:00-ish because my brother wanted to see taking back sunday, and i wanted to try and get close for mcr, and the crowd was fine up until it was almost time for taking back sunday. that’s when people started shoving and pushing us to take our spot and just generally being dicks. things got fucking insane once tbs started, i had to link arms with my younger brother to keep from getting separated. it was cramped and a little rowdy where we were, but overall tolerable. we got separated from our older brother and his wife, but we could still see them. there were a few assholes in our area but most of the people around us were really considerate. i’m 5’0 and there were taller people letting me step in front of them so i could see. when the crowd started to get chaotic, these girls behind me and my brother held onto my brother really tightly so he wouldn’t get separated from me. there was another girl there who i got slammed into and i apologized and she said “it’s ok i’ll protect you with my life” lmao. there was another taller guy who asked me and this other shorter person if we were doing okay with the heat and told us to point our heads up if the heat was getting to be too much because the air was cooler. the crowd around us was quick to react if someone wasn’t feeling well or went down.

in between tbs and mcr they let another band play on the adjacent stage. it was set up like one stage on the left, one stage on the right, and a screen in the middle. tbs and mcr played on the right but the band in between played on the left (i don’t remember their name and i feel really bad about it but at that point i was very stressed and lightheaded so i wasn’t paying much attention). the crowd was calmer in my area at that point but very packed and uncomfortable. iirc the sun also hadn’t completely set at that point so it was still hot. i was having trouble breathing but i think it was my anxiety and the heat getting to me because i knew that the crowd was going to go fucking insane when mcr came out and i kept thinking about the astroworld disaster.

when mcr came out the push was fucking insane, and then when they started playing foundations there were parts where i was pretty sure i wasn’t even on the ground. my younger brother and i got separated from my older brother and his wife again, but this time we literally had no idea where they even went. my younger brother was just holding onto my other brother’s life for dear life with enough force that she was like “one of us is going to break our wrist” but they ended up getting separated anyways. i was holding onto my younger brother but a girl needed to get through to get out so i let go of his arm so she could get through, and that’s when we got separated.

na na na was definitely the most wild part of the night for me. i remember looking to the side and seeing this guy start fucking moshing and slamming into everyone in the already packed area which caused a domino effect of us all getting tossed like a fucking salad. i had more than one person significantly larger than me get slammed into me and if the people behind me weren’t steady we all probably would have fallen. it definitely felt like one or two people near us started it and we all just got sucked into it because of how packed it was. honestly it was kind of fun for me so maybe i’d like moshing lmao but i can definitely understand why it would have been overwhelming and scary. it was very scary for me despite also being kind of fun because of how uncontrolled it was. there was one part where i felt like i couldn’t breathe but the people around me cleared quickly when i yelled i couldn’t breathe and that helped a lot.

after na na na, that’s when gerard started telling us to step back and it definitely got better after that where i was. i was able to find my younger brother and by the end of the show we even had a lot of room to stand and not be crammed into the person next to us. two crowd surfers got dropped next to us, one of them seemed frantic and needed to get back up so i hope they were okay. the other person just wanted to crowd surf and when they got dropped next to us, they tried to start a pit but none of us were really having it.

overall it was definitely much more of a positive experience for me than a negative one, and most of the people around me weren’t assholes which really helped.

exiting wasn’t horrible for us because we exited through the VIP area. there were a lot of people trying to exit through the VIP gates and security wouldn’t let them which was so stupid to me because they literally only had one other exit.

if you heard that gerard had to tell us to move back after every song, that’s true. it’s also true that their manager juice had to come out and tell us to move back and apologize to the person next to us. i’ve seen a lot of people say there was booing when they did that, but i definitely didn’t hear any booing from where i was, i actually heard a lot of cheering. but yeah mcr handled it really well, they did seem really stressed from what i heard/saw.

anyways yeah that’s about it and i hope everyone there wasn’t badly injured and had fun despite all the chaos

#mcr #mcrriot #riot fest

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jofcreman · 2 years ago

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following the footsteps

of a rag doll dance ;

we are entranced - s p e l l b o u n d. [ meet joanie. ]

who’s that? oh it’s JOANNE ‘JO’ FOREMAN. i hear they’re TWENTY-TWO and are known as THE MEDIA MACHINE around DOWNTOWN HAWKINS. they’re also a JOURNALIST at THE HAWKINS POST,. they’re known to be SHARP + HUMOROUS and NOSY + ABRASIVE. some people say they remind them of:

stereo turned way up loud to drown out the screams telling you to ‘turn it down, young lady!’

cloud of cigarette smoke following you everywhere you go

drowning out the world with your walkman clasped onto your belt

worn out doc martens that cling to you like a second skin

an unquenchable thirst for the truth

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: joanne foreman

nickname(s): jo, jojo, joanie

age: twenty-two

hometown: hawkins, indiana

current location: hawkins, indiana

orientation: bisexual

FAMILY

father: adam foreman

mother: midge foreman

siblings: jack foreman (younger brother), ___ foreman (older sister)

jo, jojo, joanie, almost everything’s fine except for ‘joanne’, she hates that name with a fiery passion. born and raised in hawkins, hasn’t been out of town for more than, like, a month or two, on school trips or summer camps. her parents are probably the most boring people on earth, with their little happy nuclear family and a house on elm street. living the dream of their generation, but jo’s dreams are bigger and they don’t fit anymore, no space in that big fucking house for her to let her imagination run wild.

there’s her perfect older sister, her perfect younger brother and, as expected, she’s the middle child and.. well, who knows what went wrong with that one? the way she dresses, her hair, the sort of music she listens to defies everything that her parents deem proper and good, everything they’ve worked for, shattering their perfect image. but jo’s not doing any of it to actively ‘rebel’ against her parents lifestyle, she really doesn’t give a rat’s ass about that, she just does what brings her pleasure, what she enjoys. no biggie.

despite being somewhat of an outcast she sails through school with flying colours, decides against college and scores a gig at the hawkins post. and she’s content with that, she’s been interning there since sophomore year, so really, jo thinks she deserves it. and she even gets treated a little less shitty by her employers now, so that’s a win! though she’s never been treated particularly bad, either - jo likes to think her more adrogynous nature and her ‘i’ll take no shit’ attitude contributed to that. aside from the fact that her dad’s editor in chief at another local paper, slightly bigger one. but she doesn’t want to have her success determined by her father’s.

she’s in charge of sorting through the rough draft of stories and news, discards the many … weird clues that people are calling in, those can go to the weekly watcher. jo doesn’t buy the bullshit about the town being ‘cursed’ or whatever. it’s just a small town, there’s literally nothing more to it.

although lately, she’s begun to wonder if there could possibly be some truth behind it. because she’s been experiencing it herself. flickering lights, the way the energy shifts around her, she can feel it. and it’s happening so often now, this is past the realms of coincidence, jo is sure. she’s always had dreams of being a bigshot writer but investigative journalist, yeah, that’ll do, too. she’s gonna get to the bottom of this, if it’s the last thing she ever does (which it hopefully won’t be).

she’s never been particularly close to her brother jack, well, they used to get along great as kids all the way through middle school. then jo started high school, jack followed and started hanging with the popular crowd, jocks, people who openly mocked her and that caused them to drift apart. she’s always been content, being a weirdo, stops people approaching you. she’d often thought about ... making amends, trying to get closert to him again. he was her brother, after all.

but that never happened, jack disappeared sometime around summer 1986. right before the mall fire struck the town. and now that he’s back - jo can’t help but think that it’s... weird. why on earth would her star student athlete brother willingly go and join some sort of commune in the woods for two years? why didn’t he say anything? why does she distinctly remember him acting awfully weird those last two weeks before he went missing?

just more fuel for her ongoing investigation. hawkins, indiana - bring it on.

#&&. intro #my bab <33

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2ynjns · 4 years ago

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oh baby it’s cold outside || hwang hyunjin

day 6 of 31 days of christmas with ydale

pairings: hyunjin x reader

genre: high school!au, love interest!au, fluff

warnings: just hyunjin being sassy and soft.

“ooookay! let’s wrap it up folks, we’re done with our work. wooohooo!” your group leader, yeji, celebrated.

“FINALLY!” jeongin stretched from sitting for about 5 hours of working on the project plus 8 hours from class.

all you did was dug your face of the table as a small thud occupied the whole room. “my gosh, i thought this was never gonna end.” yeji patted your head while jeongin cleaned the table.

“hey it’s okay now. we’re done, at least we got through it.” you looked up and gave her your puppy eyes. you adored yeji so much because of this reason, she’s sweet and always cheers you up. you weren’t necessarily really close with her before the project but you were mutuals, now you feel like you’re one of her besties.

you laid on yeji’s bed and cuddled one of her stuff toys, you looked at the empty ceiling and sighed.

“damn, it’s already almost midnight?” jeongin pointed at the clock and yes, it’s almost midnight.

“oh shizzle, i need to get home.” you stood up quickly and packed your bags. you were about to zip you bag when you noticed that you were missing something. “uh, hey girls, did you see my jacket?” you asked them.

they both looked at you, “no.” they both said. and with that, your palm met your face from disappointment as you sighed, you faced them and frowned.

“i think i left my jacket in class.” you pouted. you tried not to panic because it’s just a jacket and you can just borrow one from yeji. but you worried that someone might’ve took it and that jacket isn’t yours, it belongs to your brother seungmin and he will for sure get mad if you lost his most expensive jacket.

“you can just borrow one of my jacket until you get back yours.” yeji walked to her closet and took out a fluffy warm tan jacket. you second guessed on taking it but you needed it to get home since you’re just walking.

you pouted even more and took the tan jacket. “thanks a lot, yeji. i’ll bring it back tomorrow.” you shyly said.

yeji walked out of her bedroom while you and jeongin followed her. you saw yeji’s brother and your crush, hyunjin, in the living room playing with his ps5.

hyunjin noticed that the three of you are heading towards the entrance door when hyunjin spoke, “where are you going? it’s almost midnight and it’s snowing.” hyunjin set his headset and controller on the table.

yeji looked back and squinted, “they’re going home?” she was unsure on how she was going to answer her brother, well, of course you and jeongin needs to head home despite jeongin’s place is literally the apartment above yeji’s.

“y/n can stay.” hyunjin said and walked towards you. he rested his arms around your shoulder and lead you to the couch with him. he smirked at you while you were just dumbfounded.

“well how about me?” jeongin pouted, yeji just smacked his arms and jeongin let out a saw ‘ow’. “you literally live a floor above us and plus you’re a guy, you can kick ass. y/n can’t.” hyunjin said and rolled his eyes. yeji just gave jeongin a ‘i told you so’ look before walking out the apartment.

“hyunjin, i need to go home. my mom is going to look for me and i have a class tomorrow.” you said and took out his arms from you.

“i’m not gonna let you walk home with your short skirt and a thin long sleeve, you’re going to freeze outside.” you sighed and tilted your head back. “but my mom and my brot--”

“you can just tell your mom you’re sleeping over with yeji, i’m sure she wouldn’t mind. right, yeji?” hyunjin asked his sister, yeji just nodded while bidding jeongin her farewell.

“hyunjin, my parents don’t work like that. my parents are strict.” you said but instead of hyunjin letting you go, he pulled you towards him.

“if they were really strict they would’ve never let their daughter go here and stay until midnight. not let you wear a short skirt outside during winter.” he pulled you by your waist while he sat back on the couch. “i got you, i’ll tell seungmin that you’re here. he can convince your parents.”

you rolled your eyes. “and hey, if still insist on going home, it’s really cold outside and i’ll tell seungmin you don’t have his expensive jacket with you right now.” you glared at him and punched his shoulders.

“hey! that jacket stays between me and my brother.” you snarled and looked at yeji to help you. yeji just shook her head and raised her hands as if she can’t fight her brother from deciding for you. you just pouted and turned to face to tv.

“fine, you better bring me home first thing in the morning.”

“fine by me.”

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sapphicomenn · 4 years ago

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WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THE AVENGERS

“the tesseract has awakened” oh you mean the glowy cube from captain america AND captain marvel? THAT glowly cube?? cool looking stairs- ew who tf are you? the grim reaper??

what the fuck is a chitauri and why does it sound like sea food. “a world will be his. the universe, yours.” STOP BLAMING THE PRONOUN GAME AND GIVE ME NAMES FFS

ooo shield base. “not a drill.” oh shits going down- COULSON. FUURRRYYY FUCK YEAH. the best marvel characters are here the movie has peaked- oldman from thor is here?? intoresting. and who the hell is this woman tryna question fury??

the glowy cube is a shE???????? HUH??????? oh hey its hawkeye the badass archer guy. oh shit things are going down. the cube is sparking and swirling??- IT OPENED A PORTAL

LOKKIII YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD WELCOME BACK. HE HAS A SHOOTY MAGIC SPEAR LIKE A BADASS. he just took out a bunch or shield with a shooty spe- OHMYGODS HE CAN CONTROL MINDS WITH IT.

“loki. brother of thor.” OLDMAN STFU

GUNS GO PEW PEW ALONG SIDE A GOOD OLD CAR CHASE SKSHSKKSHS. RUN FURY RUNNN. the portal imploded on itself like a moron hA

WHO TF NAMES THEIR CHILD “HILL” WTF. “we are at war.” NO SHIT SHERLOCK A NORSE GOD STOLE THE CUBE YOU WERE SUPPOST TO PROTECT

tis a train and a old building- NATASHA. how tf were you taken hostage? im so glad i have subtitles on otherwise i wouldnt understand a thing these ppl are saying. HOW TF IS SHE KICKING ASS WHILE TIED TO A CHAIR WHAT IN THE HELL-

oh his leg deff broke once he fell off the ledge tied to a chain. cut to a lil gorl running to find a doctor- who tf this is of course. THIS GUY IS BANNER??? i mean im glad they changed the actor but wtf. “theres no one that knows gamma radiation like you do.” YA DONT SAY, ROMANOFF. “STOP LYING TO ME” JESUS FUCK THAT MADE ME JUMP

oh damn shield has their own O5 council? cool. EXPLAIN WHAT PHASE2 IS ALREADY. also dont say thor is bad he is a giant puppy dog with a war-boner.

oh hi steve, working off that PTSD by beating the shit out of a punching bag ay? oh right steve knows the glowy cube. “at this point i doubt anything would surprise me.” “ten bucks says you’re wrong” welp ya owe him ten bucks steve

“is there anything you can tell us about the tesseract to help us now?” “you should’ve left it in the ocean.” WELL THAT HELPS ALOT DOESNT IT. hello there iron man, at the bottom of the ocean.? sure why the hell not

aye stark tower’s about to have clean energy, yay stark! “stark tower, is your baby.” how do you give birth to a tower.???????? KSHSJSHSKSJS COULSON BROKE INTO THE TOWER “is first name is agent.” TONY SKSHKSSHKSVSKSHSKS

*whisper whisper whisper* yeah she bribed tony with sex so he’d work on the avengers and stuff. “the guys like a stephen hawking.” “. . .” “hes like a smart person”

awh coulson is fangirling over steve- watched you while you were sleepin- man you’re awkward. you adorable dumbass. ohshit underground musky lab- OLDMAN AND LOKI

the world is breaking around loki. sea food army is restless- shut the fuck up you stupid looking eye wrapped bastard. WHO THE HELL IS THIS HE?????? welcome back to earth you smexy man

FLOATING WATER BASE

back to avenger tingz. man coulson is the biggest cap fan- oh its a giant sub- NO ITS A GIANT FLYING BASE HOLYSHIT SHIELD THATS AMAZING.

now we go into the meetings and talking related stuff :I yey. “lets vanish” wdym- IT HAD A CLOAKING DEVICE. HA STEVE JUST GAVE THE TEN HE OWED SKSHSKHSKSJS

i dont understand a word of all the science stuff they just said but yay. “i need a distraction. and an eyeball” barton what the fuck why do you need an eye.?

oh lokis in germany, at a very fancy party might i add. loki is best boy ever. even if he just bonked a the head/ OHMYGOD AND STOLE HIS FUCKING EYE JESUS CHRIST INFRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE.??????

“i said. KNEEEEL” dont need to tell me twice-

blagh villain speeches are the worst. why tf did this old guy stand up “not to men like you.” shut up. SHOOT HIM- wtf. steve what the hell are you wearing? what the fuck is that- aye tonnnyyy!!!! he hacked into the jet thingy and started playing music from the speaker thats the best.

CAPSICLE SKSHSKSHKSHSKSJ- ohfuck thunder. THOR WELCOME TO THE PARTY. “im not overly fond of what follows” WKVSKSBSKSHSJS

HE JUST BROKE INTO THE JET AND STOLE LOKI FROM EM. “theres only one god ma’am. and im sure he doesnt dress like that.” cap stfu

“i thought you were dead.” “did you mourn.” damn loki thats harsh. thor is angy at his brother. “you listen well brot-ARGH” “..im listening?” STARK YOU CHOSE THAT MOMENT TO BODY SLAM THOR OFF THAT CLIFF AND LEAVE LOKI BEHIND? REALLY?

“.. tourist.” FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT KICK HIS ASS, THOR. DONT KILL HIM WITH LIGHTNING THO

if someone throwed me against a tree i wouldnt be walking. im just saying

“THATS ENOUGH.” cap did you think that would work?? and how the hell did your dinner plate stop the power of thor

loki do be in jail tho. how’s this gonna go wrong- oh he smiled at banner. THATS how it goes wrong

tell him off fury! “you have made me very disapoin-“ OH NVM HE SAYS DESPERATE IGNORE THIS

“uNlimiteD pOoWeRRRRR”

“let me know if real power wants a magazine or something.” good comeback fury. i think

“loki is beyond reason, but he is of asgard. and he is my brother” “he killed 80 people in two days.” “he’s adopted.” KSBSKSJSJSJSK

“that man is playing galaga. he thought we wouldnt notice, but we did.” TONYKANSKSHKSJSKSJ tony is a fucking legend. “finally someone who speaks english!” “is that what just happened?” steve stfu you’re a fighty man not a smart man

“i do! . . . i understood that reference.” steve nvm keep talking please. PLEASE THE MAN IS STILL PLAYING GALAGA SOSJSKSJSJKS

why is tony eating blueberrys- where the hell did he get blueberrys. “we have orders. we should start following them.” steve you tried to get into the army under fake locations for months AND broke into a german base when you were a showpony. stfu about following rules

“so you’re saying the hulk.. the other guy? saved me” yes. yes we are saying that, banner. aye steve go break into shit like you’re suppost to :D

oh hi again oldman, welcome back. yay shield saved padme, and awh oldman talked about thor alot. thor i love you alot. loki just tell nat where tf you left barton :/ oh barton was sent to KILL nat?? not hire her?? well that went downhill. whomst the hell is dreykov- sao paulo- the hospital fire???? hawkeye wtf why’d you spill it all to loki.

mewley quim wtf kind of insult is that- oh damn nat figured out the hulk is lokis next plan of attack. PHASE TWO IS TO USE THE GLOWY CUBE TO MAKE FUCKING WEAPONS? SHIELD WHAT THE HELL

HA FURY TRIED TO LIE IS WAY OUTTA IT BUT BC STARK HACKED INTO IT ALL HE JUST EXPOSED HIMSKHSKSJSKS

WAIT THEY WERE MADE FOR THOR AND ASGARDIANS? WHAT THE FUCK SHIELD- oh damn lokis staff is the reason they’re all at eachother. probably

“yeah. big man in a suit of armor. take that off what are you?.” “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” well you’re not wrong

guys stop fighting, HAWKEYE IS BREAKING IN. “in case you needed to kill me. but you cant. i know, i tried.” awh thats sad, i wanna hug banner so bad :(

OHSHIT AN ENTIRE WING GOT BLOWN UP THE FLYING BASE IS GOING DOWN- HULKS COMING OUT THATS NOT GOOD. the transforming is scary- RUN NAT

loki stop smiling because the plan is going your way. “it seems to run on some form of electricity.” “well you’re not wrong” tony stop being funny this isnt fair

HULK JUMPSCARE JESUS CHRIST- NAT GOT BITCHSLAPPED THROUGH A WALL- YAY THOR TO SAVE THE DAY. HAMMER TIME BABYY

*B O N K*

hulk trying to pick the hammer up is funny. BRIDGE IS UNDER ATTACK. DO YOU THINK SHOOTING HULK IS A GOOD IDEA??? HE JUST TOOK OUT FIGHTER JET AND ALMOST KILLED THE GUY FLYING IT

CAP IS KICKING ASS- OH GOD NO THE ENGINES ARE FAILING. OHGOD LOKI IS OUT- THOR YOU DUMBFUCK DID YOU FORGET LOKI CAN DO MAGIC SHIT? NOW YOU’RE STUCK IN THE GLASS CONTAINER

COULSON SAVE THOR! SHOOT LOKI DAMNIT- COULSON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

glass cage go brrrrr

HA LOKI GOT FUCKIN SHOT BY COULSON BEFORE HE DIES( :( ) tony almost got minced by the engine thingys

im gonna cry coulson how dare your death make me sad :(( stupid heart breaking aftermath moments.

thor is stuck in a field, banner fell through the roof of a building. awh the security guard is so nice :) barton is a fucking mess right now “how’d you get him out?” “i hit you on the head really hard.” KSJSKKSSK

tony figured out lokis plan- ITS TAKING PLACE AT HIS TOWER? THE AVENGERS IS TAKING ACTION BABY LETS GOOOO

wait a fucking moment, the cards coulson has are covered in blood. so you’d think they were on him when he was stabbed- yet hill just said they were in his locker “they needed the push.” FURY YOU RUINED NEAR MINT VINTAGE COLLECTABLE CARDS TO MOTIVATE SUPER FREAKS???

o hi loki welcome to stark tower

“stalling wont change-“ “no no, threatening. no drink? ya sure? im having one.”

“i have an army.” “we have a hulk.” HE SAID IT, HE SAID THE LINE

HA LOKI CANT TAKE STARKS MIND BC HIS HEART IS SOME TECHY METAL CRAPKSJSKSJSKS- i guess choking and tossing him around works. so does throwing hik out a window

oh no the glowy cube just opened a portal for the army of seafood. they look like creatures from halo.

BROTHER FIGHT

CHAOS EVERYWHERE

PLANE DOWN PLANE DOWN

what the fuck just growled- HOLYSHIT THEY HAVE A SPACE LEVIATHAN. it looks badass ngl. loki redemption arc? nope he just stabbed thor.

SPACE BIKE GO BRRRRR

yes because arrows and guns will stop the, alien monsters with lazer arms. some how its working. “just like budapest all over again.” “you and i remember budapest very differently.” WTF HAPPENED AT BUDAPEST BARTON AND NAt, HUH?

cap just scared the shit outta some police men HAHA

“i have unfinished business with loki.” “yeah? get in line” barton is snarky right now. banner just rides up on a motercycle like “hi what i’d miss”

“im bringing the party to you.” stark says while being chased by a giant metal space whale who’s crashing and crushing everything in its path along a street

“thats my secret cap. im always angry.” FUCK YEAH BANNER MESS THAT SPACE WHALE UP. HE JUST PUNCHED A GIANT FUCKING WHALE THING.

the music, the avengers circling around. its amazing. well things are gonna get worse bc more space whales showed up

“and hulk. . . smash.”

LIGHT THEM FUCKERS UP, THOR. shield maybe instead of watching, maybe, oh i dont know. HELP THEM???

i dont know what else to say other then its alot of fighting and smashing alien faces into the ground

hulk and thor kicking ass on the back of a space whale is awesome. HULK WHY DID YOU PUNCH HIMSJSOSHSKJSKSJSKSKSKSK

i fuxking love when steve turtle shells behind his shield.

“director fury. the council has made a decision.” “i recognize the council has made a decision. but given its a stupid-ass decision, i have elected to ignore it.” fury never stop being awesome

loki thought he was so smug when he caught bartons arrow, then it blew up in his face. literally IKSKSKSKSKS

HULK FUCK LOKI UP! JSHSKSGKSHSJSHSJSJ HE JUST TOSSED LOKI AROUND LIKE A RAGDOLL “puny god.” “*pained wheezing from a smooshed loki*”

oh damn- OH DAMN, STARK. he just jonahed the fucking whale thing and blew it up from the inside. well now the city has a nuke coming for it :/

yall have a chance to shut the portal down, and tony, you want to go INTO that portal and throw the nuke in? wtf stark.

TONY GO BACK TO EARTH DAMNIT FUCKING BASTARD PASSED OUT. yay hulk saved his stupid ass. do cpr.? mayb.? or a hulk roar will wake him up KEJSKJSKSSKJS

tony. you just blew up a alien command center with a nuke, passed out and fell to earth through a portal. and you want, shawarma?

and now back to loki. “if its all the same to you, i’d like that drink now.” ISHSKSJSJSJSKSJSJ

STAN LEEE

the people love em. yey

council lady stfu about the avengers being a threat. they just said the earth and you’re worried about them going rouge??

“if we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?” “they’ll come back.” i mean theres three more avenger movies so i assume so. remodaling stark towers so its the avenger tower? neat!

NEXT MOVIE: IRON MAN 3

*MID CREDIT SCENE* oh hi again mr no eyes. do we get to see this HE? OH WE DO. o hi mr 10 chins

once again ignore the misspells it was three AM when i finally finished this and im just now rereading it

#artemis rants #the avengers #avengers #marvel #the mcu #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #glowy cube is back!#chitauri = seafood #LOKI #MAN IS PLAYING GALAGA EVEN AFTER BEING CALLED OUT #SHIELD IS A DICK #SPACE LEVIATHAN

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what-even-is-thiss · 6 years ago

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I wrote a creative essay about my least favorite aunt. Yeet.

Read it if you’d like. I’m just happy to finally get the damage she caused me mostly dealt with to the point where I feel comfortable writing about it.

Language Barrier

Whenever I speak in German my expressions and hand gestures suddenly become ridiculously animated, like I’m trying to make up for my lack of vocabulary with a sign language that hasn’t been invented yet. One that only I know the meaning of. I flap my hands around like a maniac and point to things I don’t know the words for and make broken sentences that sound like a caveman made them as I misgender inanimate objects left and right.

Das. Das. That. That. This. This.

I can physically feel my brain rewiring itself. I speak like fool. Wrong order spoken are words. Sometimes anxiety make cry me. Social kind.

However, I speak much more German than my uncle’s mother and stepfather speak of English so I’m forced to use what I can and hope they can understand my thick American accent as we stay with them in Southern Germany. Everyone keeps trying to reassure me that my German is very good, but I can’t stop out of order speaking.

Kann ich habe Brot mehr bitte? Can I having bread more please?

I want to crawl into a hole and die.

My grandmother warned me that a person can grow tired of the amount of bread that Germans eat and according to that Bible thing that we both read man cannot live by bread alone. I’m starting to understand both of those things, eating bread and jam for breakfast yet again because I don’t like butter with marmalade and there’s no cheese left.

The weather, unlike my breakfast or Deutsche Grammatik, is perfect. Slightly cold, sunny and overcast at the same time. The neighborhood that my uncle’s parents live in is beautiful, suburban, on the edge of Schwartzwald, known in English as the Black Forest. I can’t remember the name of the town but I do know that we tried to get a brewery tour and my aunt, her twins, and I waited in the van as my uncle talked loudly at somebody in a local dialect until he got out of them that they don’t do tours anymore.

We went to a rope climbing course instead. My uncle, tall and skinny, balding, fit, took the twins, boy and girl, skinny like their dad, not taking after their mother, my mother’s sister, and went rope climbing in Schwartzwald.

I’m stuck talking with my aunt as we stand below the ropes course and I’m tired of speaking in German so we both take time to find comfort in each other’s distinctly Californian manner of speaking.

My aunt is a character. That’s a polite way to describe her if you don’t want to speak ill of someone that’s not in the room. She wears no makeup except for when she’s getting her picture taken or going somewhere important and she always looks stressed and tired with her eyes just a little too wide open. She’s maybe four inches shorter than me but she has the ability to make me feel like I only come up to her waist. In my mind she’s always wearing a knee length beige skirt and a green t-shirt even though she owns other articles of clothing than that, including more than 20 pairs of shoes. Her eyes are wide and her hands move in an animated fashion even when she speaks English. When she speaks German she becomes an exaggerated version of herself, perhaps to make up for her thick American accent and occasionally sketchy grammar. She has lived in Switzerland since the 90s and spoken German since the 80s. I once asked her how to tell what a noun’s grammatical gender is. She told me that she had no idea.

I didn’t know my mother for very long before she died but my grandmother tells me that when my mom was young, to describe her sister, she quoted a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The one about the little girl with the little curl who when she was good she was very good and when she was bad she was horrid.

My aunt’s hair is straight, but other than that the poem describes her very well. Today would be a day she was horrid.

I don’t claim to be a perfect human being. I can be a bitch sometimes just like anybody else. The thing is though, my aunt never let me know when I was doing something bitchy like a normal person would. Instead she let me keep on doing it until she was ready to explode. And then she exploded.

Or, no. Not exactly being bitchy. Just doing something that she didn’t understand or like. She’s a very animated person and her voice goes like

And

Up.

Down.

All the time.

She’s very expressive. I, on the other hand, am not that excitable. I smile, yes, I cry, yes, but I try to be stoic. I like being stoic. It feels natural. I don’t want to express to everyone around me every time I am excited or upset. In my opinion it’s none of their business. I also tend to express gratitude through actions and gift giving rather than hurting my face and voice smiling and screaming all of the time.

I had thought bringing gifts from America, delivering onto my aunt’s family the ever elusive box of grits and Bakersfield candy and trinkets from Disneyland Anaheim would show gratitude. I was under the impression that helping to cook dinner, pack the van, refill the ice trays, take care of the twins, carry the groceries, clean the house, would show how much I loved her. I learned though, in a firestorm under the canopy of dark trees and children riding on zip lines that our love languages didn’t translate properly and she thought that my lack of expressiveness meant that I hated her. She was hysterical about it. I then expressed myself by changing into a lovely shade of red and producing saltwater from my eyes.

Climbing hills is a thing you get used to when you spend time in Central Europe. Walking for three or four kilometers isn’t such a feat in a valley, where the ground is flat and rarely changes, but in hilly terrain you quickly learn just how long that distance is and how much walking can hurt. Locals take no pity on you because they expect that everyone has those muscles built up in their legs when you’ve never had to use your legs like that for long stretches of time before.

Navigating emotion and expectations at home is easy. There is one language being spoken and everyone uses it to tell each other what’s wrong. When staying with my aunt for long periods of time, however, you start to understand emotional exhaustion. Something that would take half a minute to communicate takes up ten minutes of screaming because she expected you to know everything. A flat crowded city turns into a hilly countryside with no help for miles. You quickly learn how to swear in German because she pushes her husband to screaming as well.

Scheiße.

Eventually my uncle finished with the ropes course and pulled me away from her. He gently explained to me in English what we were going to be doing for the next few days. I stopped leaking water from my eyes and tried to remember what had prompted her to start yelling at me but I couldn’t figure it out. Another talent she has. Distracting you from linear events.

While I was in Germany there was a terrorist attack in Münich. Brexit was fresh in everyone’s minds. My first presidential election would be happening in November. I only understood about half of what was said on the news. My little cousins and their dad took turns translating for me. I had the feeling that I still wasn’t getting the whole story.

My aunt and uncle have twins. Test Tube Babies. The girl is the older twin but strangely enough doesn’t hold it over her brother’s head, which would fit perfectly with her personality. The boy takes after his mother in some respects, namely her loud voice.

When we went to Prague we stayed in a campground because that’s a lot cheaper than a hotel and that family affords a second house because they’re stingy. Almost every morning it was a struggle to get the boy out of bed. He and his sister were almost ten and he screamed and refused to move. He cried. He was loud. No amount of discipline worked. His sister stood around quietly going about her business, as did I. We did the same thing when her parents got into screaming matches.

Prague is an old city. A busy city. I loved it, even with all of the pay toilets and Czech bluntness. Even when an angry Czech lady smoking a cigarette yelled at me in broken English for not knowing that I had to pay for the restroom. The old castles and cathedrals and statues and just the right amount of dirtiness in the subway more than made up for it.

My aunt payed for me to go look at a museum that she didn’t want to look at. She told me to take all the time I wanted as the rest of the family waited outside. I didn’t sense any passive aggressiveness that time, so I did. It was a complex that was part of the Prague art museum, a system spread out around the city. The section I walked through by myself was a collection of medieval Roman Catholic art. Stained glass windows, paintings, tapestries. I’m a Lutheran that lives with atheists, so my experience with Catholic art is mostly non existent. Atheists don’t have religious figures to draw and Lutherans are extremely stingy with their images, worried about crossing into the realm of idolatry.

One thing I noticed was that Mary appeared everywhere, even in stories I thought she didn’t belong. In some images she stood equal with Jesus, reminding me of a female God. She seemed mature, different from the outcasted teenage mother I had told children about in Sunday School classes. Different from the refugee that had been painted for me in sermons. I wondered what kind of mother this Mary was. I wondered what her Hebrew sounded like. Or, maybe this Mary spoke Czech and the Mary in Germany spoke German and the Mary in the Vatican spoke Latin and the Mary my Catholic friends at home looked to spoke Spanish. Maybe if I prayed to Mary she would speak English. Maybe she would turn out to speak German and would look down at the frantic dancing of my hands, trying to find meaning in it.

But I don’t pray to Mary, and neither do my aunt or uncle. I report to them what I saw and my observations about Mary. Namely that she seems to be everywhere. My aunt doesn’t quite pick up on the fact that I simply find it interesting and takes it as an invitation to rant about Catholics. I squint at her as we walk back to the subway. I’m trying to figure out if I’d somehow been speaking another language. She certainly seems to be. Maybe it’s a generational gap. Maybe it’s just her, but I try to turn the conversation back to a tone of tolerance rather than complaint. A battle I quickly lose.

Later, in a public park in that busy city, my aunt yelled at me and cried because I had been calling her by her first name rather than Aunt. I nearly start leaking again. I shake. I think she’s speaking English but I don’t understand it. I physically step away from her as she accuses me of not seeing her as family. At the bottom of the hill we’re standing on a dog plays fetch with his owner. Neither of them take notice of the screaming middle aged American woman throwing accusations her deceased sister’s child as her own children zone out and wait for it to be over. No help comes. Nobody translates for me and Google Translate doesn’t have a setting for this.

Twenty minutes later she jokes with me as we find a rare but welcome burrito shop. I buy a mango soda imported from Mexico and it softens my homesickness. We eat on the steps of a light rail station. I laugh. The twins laugh and bounce around, talking to each other in a mixture of English, Swiss-German, and high German. The boy takes a bite out of my burrito and thinks the fact I can eat something that spicy makes me the coolest person in the world. My aunt laughs with me. We make plans for when we go to Southern Germany and visit her husband's parents. That’s where his dentist is. He needs a bit of work done. We’ll have fun, she promises. We had a good time in Prague. I put the bad times in a shoebox for later and then agree with her.

After she yells at me in Schwartzwald for not showing emotion I go quiet. I put more things in the shoebox I’ve made in my mind to deal with later. I learn that all of them have been eavesdropping on the phone calls I’ve been making to my dad and friends back home. My aunt approaches me about how I complained about the yelling. I’m suddenly paranoid and wonder if she read some of the postcards I sent out. I watch my words now and put the ones that might set off her fuse in the box. The little house outside of Zurich has started to feel like home when I return to it and I’m slightly disgusted at that realization. The flowers all make my eyes water and I’m not given nearly enough allergy pills. I still don’t understand what language she’s speaking. Her words are in English or German, as are mine, but we still don’t understand each other.

Currants, especially the red ones, are beautiful fruit. Not easy to find in stores, even in Europe, so you’ve gotta pick them yourself. My aunt and uncle have a small city of currant bushes living in their backyard that hugs the bank of the stream that runs through the neighborhood. They’re beautiful and inviting, asking you to eat them please, but when you do your face scrunches up at the tartness. I never did care for sour tastes, so I found my own way to make the currants sweet by baking them into scones. At first my aunt was sceptical of my scones but after some reassurance from her kids that they didn’t taste like cinnamon she tried them and agreed that I did a good job. They were sweet and went really well with milk or tea. We all enjoyed them very much. Nobody had to translate anything.

Every member of that family gives excellent hugs when you can get them. They share drinks and food with each other, a concept that shocked me at first, but I quickly fell into the rhythm of it with them. They bought me my first beer and took me to Worms, Germany. I loved that place. I got to see one of the first print versions of Luther’s German translation of the bible. I ate pastries and tea with them at an outdoor cafe. It was cold and wet in the middle of the summer and the cobblestones made it even gloomier. The moving feet on the sidewalk seemed to have a language of its own and the new architecture standing by the old had no words to be translated but told a story nonetheless.

My experience in Europe was like Europe itself. Americans expect it to be shiny and beautiful, and it is, but you also have to pay to use the restroom which leads people to piss in the street. You will also find cigarette machines on almost every corner. There is one right outside my aunt and uncle’s second house. The packages of cigarettes have pictures of black lungs and diseased gums on them. The people smoke anyways. Europeans are people. They have drama, they worry about money, they cry, they abuse, they kick, they scream, they love. All the problems you had in America won’t disappear over there, and in fact you might find some new problems you didn’t expect. Like not finding salsa or not knowing how to deal with carnival rides that have no line and are boarded like a much more violent version of musical chairs. And don’t expect to practice your target language there either. The people will hear your accent and excitedly try and use you to practice English. And even if you do speak the language, don’t expect to understand with everyone. Hand gestures can only go so far.

When I got home I left the German language behind me for the most part. I also slowly cut off most contact with my aunt’s family. Six weeks spent putting things in a shoebox and not speaking whatever language my aunt was speaking with English and German words was enough for me. By the time I opened my shoebox a few months later it was rotten, smelly, and leaking. It took over a year to clean it out and it’s still warped and stained, containing whispers of my own desperate language that would never penetrate my aunt’s skull or jump over the barrier we had built together.

My rotten shoebox is revolting to look at, and while I was cleaning it parts of the mess got onto the happy memories but thankfully they’re still there. The cathedrals, the warm hugs, the new foods, and comforting rain are all there. Late nights and early mornings, potato pancakes and beer, museums and trees and the times I could honestly say; Ja, ich bin glücklich. Yes, I am happy. And thankfully that sentence is easy to translate.

#roman wrote a thing #religion mention #roman said a thing

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Alternate Reality Nightmares: Part 3- Dinner with Doubles

Description: You end up in an alternate reality with your bias when you got lost trying to get out, and things definitely aren’t the same here as they are where you’re from. Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings: Issues

Posted: 04/02/2019

Tags: Namjoon, Reader X Namjoon, AlternateReality!AU, BTS, Some Namjin

Angst: 8,518 words

A/N: So, it’s a bit of a mess. I was catching mistakes even as I posted it, but it’s been forever and a day since I posted and I want to keep my word. Anyway, I’ve finally done some writing today. Now I’m off to do homework. Hope you guys enjoy this for a while since it’s all I’ve got. Also let me know if you’re interested in the story of how the group in the alternate reality got together, cuz I’m juggling ideas in a document right now. Or anything else you might be curious about since this is a cool universe. Pretty much just come talk to me because I’m bored and I feel like I’m posting this on a spaceship where only the crew read it.

Suga looked at the ring he was wearing with some doubt. “So, do we have to say something?”

You were reading over the note one more time. “We just need to join hands, it looks like.” You tucked the note in your jacket. You were wearing nicer clothes now since you were going to the dinner in the other dimension. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel a little awkward around the others since you knew them, but not them in particular. You were excited to see their counterparts and Namjoon was excited to show the others this world he experienced.

His members were hesitant, but willing.

V was the most excited, his curiosity peaked and sense of adventure rising.

They had all been more than happy to meet you, especially when they knew you spoke Korean.

Now it was quiet as you all stood in the dining room.

Namjoon took your hand, smiling softly.

You smiled back, glancing to your other side, sort of nervous.

Jin had switched places with Suga, and took your hand with a friendly smile.

You relaxed and nodded as the other boys hesitantly joined hands.

The rings glow took over the room until you had to shut your eyes, then when you could tell the light had receded, you peeked out.

A door flew open behind you, and this universe’s Jungkook grinned. “You’re here!” He ran over and hugged you. “It worked!”

You pulled away, giving him a look that asked why there were doubts.

He blinked sheepishly. “We were 96% certain, but we had no way of knowing unless they were actually tested. If it helps, we knew they wouldn’t kill you.”

“That does help,” you replied as he greeted Namjoon.

Then he stared at his double from your world, while said double did the same with the same look on his face. Shook.

Taehyung got closer, studying both Jungkooks and then the native fashions and the strange markings. “Daebak.”

“Jungkookie, why don’t you lead the way down?” You suggested, gently diverting his gaze and attention.

He nodded, glancing back.

Your head hurt trying to find ways to help keep everyone straight in your head. It was easy enough for those with stage names that differed from their actual names like Suga, V, RM and J-Hope. But Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook were problematic.

“Do we all have those markings?” Taehyung asked, falling in step beside you.

You nodded. “They’re all different and somehow relate to your gifts. Hoseok has them on his face, Yoongi on his hands and arms. You’ll see. Oh, and remember that this universe’s Seokjin is blind.”

There were murmurs of confirmation.

“How is Seokjin?” Namjoon asked. “He was just gaining his strength back.”

“Yeah, I’ve been worried about him,” you murmured. He’d become a friend to you while he was recovering.

Jungkook flashed you both a smile. “He’s slowly getting better. There was an…incident and it set him back a bit but he’s able to go short distances with the braces and walker. Once he’s got some more strength back he’ll start using crutches instead of the walker. He…well, he’ll probably never be able to get rid of the braces.” Jungkook’s gaze dropped to the floor as he paused at a door. “There was just too much damage to his body.”

“How’s he handling it?” You asked.

“He’s determined. He wants to gain as much independence as possible. Still, some days are harder than others. He’s excited for you to be visiting,” Jungkook finally said, taking your hand and squeezing it.

You squeezed back, smiling as well. “I’ve missed you all.”

He finally opened the door and you all walked out into the living room. “Hyungs! Y/n is here and she brought them!” He jogged off to gather his brothers.

Yoongi has been in the kitchen, and he came out with a grin. “Hey! You got the invitation!” Then the smile dropped as he stared in shock at Suga.

Suga stared back.

Hoseok came down the stairs. “Y/n! Namjoon!” He hugged both of you at the same time while you heard J-Hope and Jimin gasp. Then he seemed to notice the others and chuckled. “You’re right, Joon, it’s weird.”

Namjoon had slipped in and clapped RM on the shoulder, then kissed your forehead by way of greeting. “We’ve missed you both. It is weird, but a cool weird. So, last we talked you two were still…separate.”

“The last few months have been…rough,” you said, looking to RM.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “We’re together now. Maybe not bound in our souls, but as close as we can be.”

“Good, less drama,” Yoongi snorted, folding his arms and still staring at Suga. “If we had to sit through a whole dinner with you two still dancing around each other I think drastic measures would have had to be taken.”

RM just smiled in embarrassment. “Well, I had to chase her.”

Hoseok laughed. “You left him in his country and cut all ties, didn’t you?”

You nodded.

He shrieked with laughter. “Told you! I’ll be collecting after dinner.”

Yoongi and Namjoon groaned and grumbled.

“What are they groaning about now, Hoseok-ah?” Seokjin asked as Jungkook and Jimin set his wheelchair down at the bottom of the stairs.

“We won the bet, she ran away from RM when they got back.” Hoseok went over taking over pushing the wheelchair as Jungkook dealt with an awestruck Jimin.

Seokjin smiled. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Seokjin-oppa,” you dropped a kiss on his cheek. “You look like you’re feeling a lot better. The boys are taking good care of you?”

“They are,” he caught your hand and squeezed it with a bright smile. His eyes travelled sightlessly over the other boys. “And I assume you didn’t come alone?”

“RM is with me, and the others from my universe,” you told him, sitting in the chair beside him. “How is Namjoon treating you?”

Namjoon turned bright red as he grinned with embarrassment.

Seokjin laughed softly. “He’s protective, but he takes care of me so well.”

Namjoon ducked down and placed a kiss on Seokjin’s lips. “Your soul is mine.”

The other boys eyes were practically bulging.

RM smiled and took the seat next to you, having greeted the last of the boys from this reality. “We better figure out how to keep everyone straight before we eat.”

Namjoon looked to you. “Your thoughts?”

You bit your lip, then took a deep breath. “For some it’s easier than others. RM, Suga, and J-Hope are the easiest to differentiate.” You gesture to them in turn. “Suga for our Yoongi, and J-Hope for our Hoseok. The our Taehyung also goes by V, so we can use that too. It’s the last three that pose the problem. It’s different for me because I can use nicknames for you all but I don’t know them well enough while they have the opposite problem.”

RM gently kissed your temple.

The Jungkook of this reality finally shrugged. “I’ll go by JK, as long as he goes by Jungkook.”

Jungkook frowned a bit, but nodded.

Jimin from your reality put his hand up like he was in a classroom. “Christian ChimChim.”

You nodded, looking to this Jimin for confirmation.

He nodded, head tilted curiously.

Which left the Seokjins.

Everyone looked between the two, looking uncertain.

This worlds Seokjin glanced blindly up at Namjoon. “I guess you all could just call me Sujin.”

“You sure Hyung?” Jimin asked softly, trying to exchange a concerned look with Taehyung to then realize it was V that he was looking at. He looked around wildly, then koala-d his Taehyung.

Jin nodded. “It’ll make things easier.”

You frowned slightly, looking questioningly at Namjoon, only to see him struggling to suppress a glare.

“Or they could all just call me SJ.” The other Jin offered, seeming to notice the tension in the room. He had a grip on J-Hope’s arm, looking between Hoseok and Namjoon.

“Are you sure?”

SJ nodded, then cleared his throat. “Sorry, yeah. I’m sure. Please just call me SJ.”

Yoongi visibly relaxed, dropping into a seat as Hoseok and Namjoon relaxed from their almost deadly state.

Seokjin dipped his head. “If you’re sure.”

“He’s sure,” JK piped up quickly. “We’re all sure. Hoseok-Hyung, is the food ready?”

Hoseok nodded sharply. “You and Jimin get everyone’s drinks. Yoongi and Taehyung set the table.” He strode back into the kitchen with Yoongi and Taehyung following behind him.

“Sit, please,” Namjoon told the others after the drink orders had been collected. “It’ll take them a while to do all of that. I’m sure you have questions.”

ChimChim looked at Jin, then Namjoon. “So…you two…are…”

“Our souls are bonded,” Jin finished the thought. “Which isn’t necessarily a romantic thing, but for us it is. Which is fortunate because if the bond was broken I would die.”

Namjoon shuddered and pressed a kiss to the top of Jin’s head. “You almost died even with it, idiot.”

“But I didn’t. And I haven’t. And as long as we continue being careful, I shouldn’t.”

RM chuckled lightly. “You two better stop. We know how long a debate like this could last and frankly, your way of ending them might end all chances of interesting conversation from my members.”

Jin laughed. “He’s blushing, isn’t he?”

You glanced at Namjoon. “Oh yes.”

Jin just grinned, chuckling softly.

SJ gave RM a slightly terrified look.

RM shrugged and wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m not going to hit on you, Hyung. You’re my brother. Nothing more.”

Jin’s eyes flashed silver and he went rigid.

You dropped in front of him, catching him as he slumped over.

Namjoon cursed and checked his eyes. “Come on, Jinnie.”

Jin gasped in a breath, his markings glowing for a moment along with his eyes. “Joon!”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Namjoon said softly.

“Fire!” Jin breathed, clutching at Namjoon and You.

You exchanged a confused look with Namjoon.

Then all hell broke loose in the kitchen.

“Oh shit! Hyung!” Jimin hollered.

Hoseok rushed back into the kitchen.

“I don’t suppose you guys have pizza places, do you?” You asked, looking towards the kitchen as the chaos got louder and Jin sort of passed out.

“What’s pizza?”

“Um, well,” you looked at RM, both of you at a loss for how to explain it.

“It’s Italian,” V offered.

“But not actually, it’s really very American.” You frowned as you tried to think of how to describe it.

“American?” Namjoon asked.

“Right, um…the country I’m from doesn’t exist as it does there. Um…” you ran a hand through your hair. “So there’s a sort of bread in a disk shape with a tomato sauce and cheese and pepperoni. Which is a spiced sort of…sausage? Anyway, they combine to make something heavenly we like to call pizza and there are many variations, but essentially thin bread with sauce and cheese.” “So, maybe we should go there and bring some pizza back?” RM suggested, smoothing the hair you had messed up. “That could work,” You said, looking to Namjoon. He nodded. “We’ll have to treat you some other time. Sounds like they’re in chaos.” “We just have to press the rings together for two to travel, right?” Suga asked, looking at his magic, teleportation ring. “Two of us could go back and get the pizza, then return.” Namjoon nodded. “That’s how they work.” Yoongi looked up at SJ. “Come with me?” SJ nodded. RM’s eyes widened. “You want me to go?” SJ shook his head. “I can do it. Um—” “In the kitchen, the drawer by the fridge has the menu for the pizza place that delivers to the house. Get five pizzas,” You told him. Yoongi nodded. “We’ll be back, then.” They put their rings together and disappeared with a shimmer of dark purple and teal, the same colors as JK’s and Namjoon’s hair, respectively. You’d figured out that their magic was the same colors as their hair, which was actually because the magic was reflected in their hair as well as the markings on their skin. The markings also got more numerous or elaborate with their training and accomplishments. The location of their markings only seemed significant if they were healers, which seemed to be the only group that had markings on their hands. There were other types of users who had them on their arms (Hoseok and Namjoon had the markings on their arms), but only healers had them on their hands. “So…magic?” Jungkook asked, sitting down in the spot that Suga had been sitting in. Namjoon nodded, but his gaze was on Jin, looking worried. “Jinnie, wake up.” Yoongi slid over, checking Jin, eyebrows furrowing. “Don’t, Yoongi. It always causes you pain.” “But…” His hands closed into fists. “That’s what I’m supposed to do.” You gently removed yourself from RM’s hold, slipping in front of Namjoon and Jin, checking Jin’s pulse. “We have time before the pizza gets here. You should go give him some treatment.” Namjoon sighed and nodded. “At least let me try to heal him a little, Joon,” Yoongi pleaded, deflating slightly. “Yoo—” You caught Namjoon’s wrist, arching an eyebrow. He looked back for a moment, then nodded. “Only a little, only if it doesn’t cause you pain.” You released his wrist, standing and going back to RM’s side. You watched as Yoongi frowned, his eyes closed and hands lightly placed on Jin. His markings glowed with a warm light, but within seconds he snatched his hands away with a wince of pain, his gaze guilty and defeated. His markings looked like they were white around the edges. Namjoon placed a hand on his shoulder. “You tried. Thank you.” Yoongi nodded, looking away from both of them. Namjoon picked Jin up and carried him out of the room. Taehyung stepped after them a bit, then looked at Yoongi in confusion. “What happened?” “Hyung’s magic acted up, Namjoon is going to give him a treatment.” Yoongi wouldn’t look at the younger man, rubbing his hands and wrists. Taehyung hopped over and dropped next to him, wrapping his arms around the older’s shoulders. “I’m sorry you couldn’t help him. If you want to be useful, Jimin got a couple burns.” “Aish!” Yoongi broke out of Taehyung’s grasp and ignored the complaints at the loss of contact as he darted into the kitchen. V sat next to his double. “What kind of magic do you do?” Taehyung smiled, and his voice came from the other side of the room. “I can do quite a few things.” He laughed softly, his voice coming from his mouth again. “But most of it is tied to my voice. I haven’t explored the full extent of my magic yet. I have to work up to that.” “Really? That’s so cool!” JK came in, glancing around. “Where’s Namjoon and Jin?” “Room. Jin passed out,” Yoongi explained shortly. “S-suga and their Jin went to get food from their realm since you all destroyed ours.” Hoseok had come back in and heard them. “Not all, Jimin and Taehyung. I worked hard on that dinner,” He grumbled, sitting down deftly on the chair and examining the boys. He scoffed lightly. “So, in your realm, you go by J-Hope.” J-Hope nodded slowly. “I wanted to be their hope.” “Aren’t you a music group?” “Yeah.” “So how exactly do you bring people hope?” Hoseok asked, sounding skeptical. J-Hope hesitated, looking at his double with slight trepidation. “Their lyrics and melodies, the messages they promote with their music. That’s how. And they promote charities. Besides, the only hope you bring is to your fellow soldiers. Or, it was.” You gestured to the markings on his face. He smiled a little sheepishly. “Point taken.” Jungkook frowned slightly. “You were a soldier?” “We were. Me, Namjoon, and Seokjin. They didn’t. They were spared. Yoongi because he was a healer. The younger boys would have been soldiers with us if our unit hadn’t been promoted to magic studies. As it was, they never saw combat.” Hoseok pulled Jimin onto the seat between him and Taehyung. RM was rubbing your shoulder in soothing circles. His presence was such a comfort to you, and you felt able to relax here. This place felt like home. Which sucked, because you didn’t belong here and you all knew the effects of you staying too long. It could rip the worlds apart and get them in a lot of trouble. “We’re back,” SJ called out, coming back in with the pizzas. “Yes!” Jungkook hopped to his feet. “I’ll go get Namjoon and Jin,” Hoseok said, standing up and heading over to their room. “Boys, I believe you were supposed to get beverages for everyone. Let relocate to the dining room,” You said, quickly pushing the others into action. “Yes, y/n,” They chimed, grinning at you and springing into action. You smiled, turning to RM. He smiled up at you before getting up himself and pressing a kiss to your lips. The boys of this reality roped their doubles into helping them, talking with them. Jimin and ChimChim were comparing their lives, currently talking about their family. Taehyung and V were both in some sort of amazement at the other and kept grinning at each other. JK and Jungkook didn’t seem to know what to say to each other. Jin, RM, and Hoseok rejoined everyone as you got the pizzas organized. “Alright, make a line, fill your plate. Namjoon, you should be the judge for what to give Jin, but SJ might be able to help.” Namjoon nodded as he positioned Jin at the table, the latter looking much better than he did before, though still tired. At first it looked like everyone would seperate into their groups, but then the Taehyungs sat next to each other chatting excitedly, the the Jimins did the same across from them. This led to everyone sitting next to their double, even SJ and Jin. It allowed them to arrange themselves so that they were always seated beside at least one person that they knew well as well as their double. This reality’s boys were fascinated by pizza, gobbling it down with as much gusto as their doubles in between idle chatter of life comparisons. RM squeezed your hand, grinning at you at one point, especially when magic was casually demonstrated without a thought, leaving his boys in awe. You smiled back, making light conversation when you could, but mostly just watching and listening. Yoongi and Suga mostly ate in silence, though Yoongi did seem to speak more often than Suga. Hoseok and J-Hope seemed to be talking about dogs. “So, what’s the plan when we go back?” RM asked, leaning closer to you since Namjoon was busy helping Jin while SJ laughed a little at the mess made by the blind man. “I don’t know. I suppose we start talking more?” You guessed, shrugging. “Or you could come back to Korea. I told you, I’m not letting you go again.” “But…” “Just consider it, okay?” He smiled at you softly. You nodded and refocused on your plate, but not before you saw the way Jin’s eyes were looking your way, his mouth fixed in a worried smile. Then JK started telling everyone about turning his hyungs into children on accident, and you were sure he was probably exaggerating, leaving details out, and the like to make the tale more entertaining, but it did the trick. It captured everyone’s attention. Almost everyone’s. You looked around when you felt someone watching you shortly after the story had ended. Suga was watching you and RM from across the table. He had been looking somewhat disapproving since RM had introduced you to them, and the wary glare he was giving you now spoke of his distrust. It was to be expected. He didn’t know you. He’d never met you before today. It was the same reason you were more comfortable with the alternate reality versions of them as apposed to your world’s version. You held his gaze for a while, then looked away, turning toward Hoseok and asking him what sort of gossip you needed to be caught up on. “So, what do you think of RM and Y/N together?” Suga asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. The table fell silent, everyone looking at each other around you. “Hyung,” RM said softly, sounding worried and maybe a little hurt. Not so much at the question, but the skepticism and tone of his voice as the question was asked. “What? They know her better than we do, so why shouldn’t I ask them? They’ve also seen you two together and before you go bringing her back and into our lives, I’d like to hear what they think.” His tone was calmer this time, and maybe his original question had meant to be slightly teasing and just missed the mark, but it was hard to say. It was quiet again. Jimin glanced around the table. “Well…their aura’s blend well, which usually means that their souls match. Like Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung. Souls that match tend to make for better relationships. Besides, we were all sort of rooting for them to be together when they left. They kept flirting.” “No, they kept almost-flirting and driving us crazy,” Taehyung objected. “It was like one of those dramas where you know they’re perfect together but even when they get together they’re still apart because they’re being stupid but you can’t tell them they’re being stupid so you sit and watch in agony.” “Or listen,” Jin said softly. Taehyung looked like someone had just murdered a puppy. “Hyung.” “Calm down, Taehyung-ah, he was just adding to your statement,” Jimin comforted teasingly, stroking his hair. “He wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.” Jin was shaking his head, looking somewhat frustrated. “I was just pointing out that we had to listen to them almost flirting as well as watch. Their lunches on the balcony?” All of the boys from this reality groaned in unison while you felt like crawling into a hole to die. RM was pretty embarrassed as well, hiding behind his hand. “When they would almost-kiss!” Yoongi said, sounding affronted. “But she would run because she didn’t think it possible that they could be together because of his career,” Namjoon muttered, shaking his head. “Their thoughts were all over the place, but always came back to each other. It was enough to give anyone a headache.” “If you stopped reading our thoughts, it wouldn’t be a problem,” You pointed out. “But you think so loudly when it’s about each other,” Jin said, defending his soulmate. “Even I hear it and I try to avoid using my abilities if possible.” “You can read our thoughts,” J-Hope asked, looking startled. “Sometimes by accident. If I really wanted to read them I could, but I don’t really want to,” Namjoon answered. “Anyway, does that answer your question, Suga?” “Wait, you said something about auras?” ChimChim spoke over Namjoon, looking curious. Jimin nodded. “It’s one of my gifts. I see and read people auras. Some people are easier to read than others. Like, Namjoon-hyung, Jin-hyung, and Hoseokie-hyung are nearly impossible for me to read, but Taehyungie is really easy for me.” “Can you read mine?” Jimin shrugged. “It’s almost the same as mine. Slightly different color, but essentially the same.” “What color is it?” Jimin glanced at you, before facing his double. “It’s sort of a blueish-purple. Yours is a little more purple than mine. V’s is a lighter gold than Taehyungie’s. JK’s has always been multicolored, but the colors making up his match ours while Jungkook’s match yours.” “His is multicolored?” V asked, sitting up. “Well, we basically raised JK, so it’s understandable that he’s got a little bit of all of us in him. Plus he’s a rare type, like Namjoon, that can do multiple types of magic.” Yoongi murmured just loud enough for everyone to hear. “But his also has a dominant blue and green, from Jin-hyung and Hoseok, respectively. Right, Jimin?” Jimin nodded, smiling as he looked across the table at JK, who was all flustered under the attention from the others. “It’s really bright right now. Feeling good, Jungkookie?” JK ignored him, looking everywhere but his hyungs. RM had your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You okay?” You nodded, watching as Jungkook got roped into being teased as well as V, ChimChim, Jimin, and Taehyung all started conspiring together. Yoongi was talking with Suga, a serious expression on his face. J-Hope was talking with Namjoon, while Hoseok watched the maknae lines tease. “He’s just being cautious. Looking out for me,” He murmured. “You said they had our back,” You whispered. “They do. But I also told you that I was just able to convince them and the company that I needed you. They just met you. And you just met them. Give it some time,” He pled softly, kissing your cheek after. You glance at him, nodding ever so slightly, noticing the glimmer of worry in his eyes. You didn’t mean to worry him. There was so much to figure out and so little time to do so. Hoseok, who was sitting on your other side, reached over and patted your hand without looking, as if sensing your tumultuous thoughts and feelings. But he never turned toward you, busy chatting with Yoongi and Suga. You weren’t sure if the dropping of the topic of you and RM was a good thing or bad thing. After everyone was done eating, the youngest six scurried off to show and see low-level magic, after getting Namjoon’s approval and a stern warning to only do it in the tower, followed shortly by Suga, SJ, and J-Hope, who were curious as well. The rest of you relocated to the living room and you sat beside Jin again, partially out of habit. It was quiet, almost awkward. Namjoon cleared his throat. “RM, why don’t we go up and make sure they aren’t getting into trouble?” You blinked in surprise, noting the same look at RM’s face before he agreed and the two left the room. Hoseok relaxed a bit. “Okay, what happened after you left? Because…” “They obviously don’t know you,” Jin finished for him. Yoongi looked just as concerned. You took a deep breath and filled them in. Getting back, the police station, leaving Korea before he could catch up to you at the airport, trying to cut him out of your life, the book, the reunion—everything that had happened as concisely as you could. “Idiot, I told him not to let you out of his sight for a moment. I told him that you would bolt for his sake, but did he listen?!” Yoongi growled, rolling his eyes after. Hoseok was quiet, nodding slowly. “They all just met you, and you just met them.” “Yeah. I mean, it was going pretty well. Or, I thought it was. Yoongi—Suga had been a little wary, but…I thought…but now…” You hugged yourself, looking at the floor. “I’m being stupid again, aren’t I?” “No,” Hoseok said softly, switching so he was sitting on your other side. “I want this to work, so badly. I felt like I was dying inside when I was away from him. But if they don’t…how can I…” You huffed, looking at the ceiling as tears filled your eyes before you could calm yourself. “It’ll all work out,” Jin reassured softly, eyes flashing silver momentarily. “It’ll be okay. You love Namjoon, and he loves you as well. Both of you are willing to put in the work needed to make everything work out for the best. Are you going to write more?” You smiled. “I’m working on another story. I used to love writing when I was a teenager, I just sort of let go of the idea of it ever being a serious job because it wasn’t realistic. Getting back to it is honestly one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” “You should have brought a copy of your book,” Hoseok said, grinning. “And how would you have explained it if it were found during one of those inspections you guys were always worried about?” You asked. “Thank you for not bringing a copy,” Yoongi replied quickly, shivering slightly. Jin flinched, inhaling sharply. “Yoongi, Namjoon is having a vision. A strong one.” Yoongi darted off the couch and up towards the tower. Hoseok was tense next to you. “He doesn’t get those very often.” Jin shook his head, gaze fixated straight in front of him, toward the back windows, shoulders rigid as his thumb rubbed over your hand, which he was also holding fairly tightly. “Is it…drawing on you, hyung?” Hoseok’s voice was full of concern. “A little.” Jin’s voice was strained, and his neck and jaw seemed tense. His marks suddenly started rapidly turning white. Hoseok hopped up, muttering furiously until the red light of his magic surrounded Jin as the older went limp in the wheelchair. He grabbed Jin’s head, still muttering incantations or maybe prayers. You swallowed hard. “I thought he was getting better when we left.” “We thought so too,” Hoseok muttered, eyes and markings glowing red. “Most days he is better. Today, apparently, is just a bad day. A really bad day.” You gently squeezed the now-limp hand. Everyone came rushing in at once. JK let out a choked sound, hurrying over. “What can I do?” “Where’s Namjoon?” “Yoongi, Jungkook, and SJ carried him down, but he’s asleep and weak from the vision,” Jimin replied instead. “He would end up drawing from Jin instead of healing. What do we do?” “Calm down, first. Taehyung, get Namjoon two glasses of water. Throw one on his face, help him drink the other,” Hoseok’s voice was controlled. “Hyung, stay with Namjoon. We don’t need you hurt as well. Kook, transfer a small bit of your energy to Jin. Only enough to where you feel like you ran a few miles, understand? Any more and you could hurt yourself.” “Yes, hyung,” JK replied, closing his eyes and whispering an incantation. Soon, the purple glow of his magic seemed to be streaming into Jin, filling his marks with a slightly violet tinge. Jimin looked between the two, eyes glowing pink, before cursing harshly. “What use is seeing auras if I can’t see the ones that I need to see most when I need to see them most?!” You let go of Jin’s hand, gently pulling Jimin onto the seat beside you. “Don’t focus on their auras so much. What about imagining their bond? Seeing how strong that is, then connecting it to them individually?” He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a few calming breaths. “Imagine their bond as a sort of string that ties them together, stretching across the distance between them, unbarred,” You told him in a calm, quiet voice. He relaxed and opened his eyes, the pink glow stronger than before. His gaze flicked between the two, and his hand reached out. All of you seemed to see the flash of pink light that went to both Namjoon and Jin. Jimin flinched back, but didn’t seem harmed. His gaze fixed on SJ and RM. You looked back at Jimin. “Can they help?” You asked in a whisper. Jimin’s eyes went back to normal and he nodded tersely. You squeezed his shoulder. “How?” “Their life-forces and auras are essentially the same, if Hoseok-hyung were to take small pieces of each of their energies and put them into Jin-hyung…I think…” He looked at Yoongi, who had come over to kneel in front of Jimin to make sure he wasn’t hurt. Yoongi frowned as he thought it over, then he nodded. “It could work.” You glanced over again, and instead of catching RM’s gaze, you caught Suga’s. You swallowed hard at the stony expression on his face. “What about my life-force?” “What?” You turned back to them. “You can’t use them, so what about me? Could you use me to help him?” “We’d have to take more,” Yoongi said, looking worried. You glanced at RM, noticing he was busy calming his members and trying to explain it. Namjoon was awake now, though he seemed dazed and confused. “Tell Hoseok to do it,” You whispered, taking Jin’s hand again. Yoongi nodded and went over to Hoseok, whispering in his ear. Hoseok nodded, incanting at a normal volume, his words some language that you couldn’t decipher. The glow from his magic touched you. You gasped, wincing. It felt like being in an elevator with a headache, but you also couldn’t breathe, and your eyes started getting sore. Then it all hit you at once, it felt like you were being burned from the inside out. “What are you doing?” RM’s alarmed voice seemed to cut through the pain you were feeling, the pain the roared in your ears. “Baby?” “Don’t touch her,” Taehyung said, sounding like he was struggling against something. “It was her idea,” Yoongi’s voice cut through the air like a knife. You felt yourself fall against someone before the pain got too much. ———— “Namjoon left out a critical detail when he was telling us about you.” You groaned, blinking a dozen times before finally plying your eyes open to face Suga. “What?” “He didn’t tell us that you were crazy,” Suga said, but that’s all he said. You didn’t even respond, too groggy and feeling like you’d been out in the sun too long and were suffering from a dehydration headache. You just lay there, processing his words, then having to reprocess them because somehow you ended up thinking about puppies (a pleasanter topic than the one he had initiated or the one about why you felt deep-fried. “Joon just left, right before you woke up. Taehyung convinced him to take a nap. You’ve been out all night.” He finally spoke again, filling the silence. “Jin?” You asked. “He’s doing better. So is their Namjoon.” You nodded, closing your eyes again. “Their Jimin told us what they did. Why they did it.” You didn’t respond. There was nothing to respond to. “Why you did it.” You sighed. “Did you think that I wouldn’t let them take part of Jin-hyung and Namjoon just because I didn’t know you?” “No.” “Because I wouldn’t have fought them if those two had agreed. Seeing their Jin like that…” He was quiet for a moment. “It hurt. All of this, it makes sense that Namjoon was acting the way he was after he returned. He was always checking on us, making sure we were okay.” Your limbs felt like led, but you managed to bring your hands to your face, covering it as you groaned softly. He wasn’t going to let to die in peace. “And?” “And he never told us that you were reckless and self-destructive.” “That’s me, I just run around trying to get myself killed. It’s the best thing in the world. Who wants safety, or security, or a place to call home? Nomadic life is the way to go. Never knowing where you’ll end up or where you’re next meal is coming from? Sign me up!” You pushed yourself so you were propped up, shuddered and dropped back. “That was a terrible idea.” “You could have died.” “Jin was dying.” “What would Namjoon have done if you died?” “I didn’t. And they would have told me if there was a chance of me dying.” “You trust them?” “I had to trust them when I came here. In case you missed that part of the story, I had to travel through this hellish world with the one that tried to kill me my first day here. You learn quickly whether you can trust someone or not. I spent three months here just as much as Namjoon did. I know these guys better than I know some of my own friends.” You managed to sit up and look at him. “And then to go back, and not be able to explain it to anyone other than my parents, who only believed me because I could suddenly speak multiple languages with ease, and my brother, who still thinks I have a bit of a screw loose. I gave up Namjoon so that he could keep working with you guys and not jeopardize his career and it felt like dying. But I did it. And what’s a small piece of my life if it saves another? Jin was dying. I trust them. It was my idea, and it’s done and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and knocked into a deep fryer. What do you want from me?!” His eyes were huge, startled by your outburst. Yoongi came in, looking at you with a little bit of surprise. “You should lay down.” He gently pushed you back, both hands on your shoulders. Then he touched his fingers to your temple momentarily. “You’re doing well. I’ll get you a glass of water. Should I wake RM?” “He might get upset if you don’t,” You murmured. “I’ll do that,” Suga said, getting up and leaving before Yoongi could even respond. Yoongi met your gaze. “You okay?” You shrugged a little, shaking your head slightly. “I don’t know.” His eyes glowed warmly and it felt like aloe was spread across your skin, soothing the burning feeling. “There, that should help a bit.” You sighed shakily. “Thanks, Yoongi.” He nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I heard what you said to him.” “I shouldn’t have snapped.” “He was pestering you right after you woke up from having some of your life-force ripped away and given to someone else. You’re bound to be a little snippy.” He pulled the sheet over you, and one of the blankets. “Can I tell you my theory?” “Do I have to think?” “No.” “Then go ahead,” You curled up a little, listening to his voice more than his words. “I think you and Namjoon are somewhat soul-bonded. I think your time here, his desire to be with you, the way you two are together, they’re typical of a pair that are entering into a soul-bond because of love. There’s a pre-bonding stage where being apart feels like the end of the world, but it won’t kill you like it would if you were fully bonded. So, on top of being in love with each other, being apart is more difficult. But not impossible. It’s best if you two stay in this stage, since from what I hear he travels for work a lot. Thankfully, neither of you have the magical capability to establish a full soul bond without assistance. This gives you autonomy from each other.” He spoke deliberately, calmly, his tone making it obvious that he didn’t expect a response. He was talking to help you focus your thoughts and stay calm, lull you to sleep. You were half-asleep when RM—Namjoon—came in, looking like a whole mess. He didn’t say anything, going around to the other side of the bed and climbing in beside you, resting his head on your shoulder and draping an arm over your stomach. It was nice. Yoongi seemed to check on Namjoon, then you again. Suga came in with the glass of water. Yoongi helped you sit up a little (Namjoon was fast asleep again), to drink, then set the drink aside. “Get some more rest. It’ll do you good.” You closed your eyes to do as the doctor ordered. “I’m sorry,” Suga murmured. “It’s okay,” You managed to slur out, unable to keep your eyes open or mind alert any longer. You dreamed about Namjoon, your Namjoon, who held your hand and who didn’t want you to go off with Hoseok. Who was ready to throw punches when Taehyung handled you roughly and pushed you further into a panic attack, and who helped you breathe when everything felt wrong. About how tightly he hugged you when you got back. Him telling you he was worried before kissing you, surprising both of you. His insistence at getting to know you, his persistence in getting to know you. All the little details. You woke up to him pressing kisses gently to your forehead, your head resting on his shoulder instead. “Hey, baby,” He whispered, tilting your chin up. “Feeling better.” You nodded. “Much better. You?” “You scared me,” He whispered, kissing your lips. His gaze was haunted, almost empty. “We’re in this together, so don’t you ever risk yourself like that again without saying a word to me.” “We were short on time,” You murmured, looking down and fingering his shirt. “Jin’s my friend. I couldn’t just sit by and let him…” “I know, but there were other ways. Jimin said that me and my Jin could have helped.” “Hoseok’s magic was starting to fail and Jungkook was starting to overdo it. We didn’t have time for explanations and bickering.” You propped yourself up so that you were looking down at his face. “You trust me, don’t you?” He was slow to nod. “Yeah. I just…after we were so…after Suga at the dinner table, and the way Namjoon got me out of there so that those three could talk to you…” He sighed shakily. “You tend to run away from me when you’re upset.” “Why did Suga stay in here when you went to take a nap?” You asked. “He volunteered. Why?” He sat up as well, pulling you onto his lap and your head to his shoulder. “He shouldn’t take care of people who have just had part of their life-force ripped away from them.” You curled up in his arms, kissing his jaw. Pretty jaw, honey skin, deep eyes…dimples. Arms holding you lovingly. Perfection. “I’ll keep that in mind,” He replied, turning his face toward yours so that your lips pressed to his. “Are we okay?” “I’m scared,” You whispered. “What we’re thinking about…for me it’ll be like when we came here the first day. The fear, the uncertainty, the need to belong but not knowing how to get there. It’s a lot to face.” “But you’re not facing it alone.” “I know.” You sighed. “We should go back to our own reality, by the way. Your company is probably freaked out.” He looked at you with something akin to panic and a muttered curse passed his lips. “I forgot that time runs about the same.” You nodded, sighing and then sliding out of his arms and out of bed. Your legs were a bit wobbly, but you still stood. He slid out behind you, a hand going to the small of your back to support you. “You say goodbye, I’ll round up the boys.” “Ok.” You gave him a kiss. “My brother is probably a little worried anyway. The note probably just confused him.” He nodded again and guided you out of the room. Jin’s gaze snapped over to you. “Y/n.” You went over, taking his hand and then hugging him. “Hey.” “Thank you,” He whispered, hugging you gently, then smiling in your general direction after you pulled away. “I owe you a few favors now, don’t I?” “I’ll collect someday,” You teased. “Or maybe I’ll just keep collecting. After all, what if one day you and Namjoon decide you want kids.” His ears turned bright red, and he laughed. “You’re incorrigible. Besides, we’d probably adopt.” “You’d be great parents. I mean, look at Jungkook.” “Hey!” Jungkook protested. You giggled with Jin, then hugged the younger man. “I’ll see you later, Kook. Take care of your hyungs, yeah? They can be stupid sometimes.” He grinned. “You too.” “Hey now, don’t be calling me stupid,” You hit his arm, acting offended. “No! No! That’s not what I meant!” “Though it wouldn’t be wrong,” Yoongi said, smiling as he intervened and hugged you. RM was back with the rest of them and Hoseok came over, looking worried, and casting suspicious glances at them. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you’re safe with them?” You looked over at the other boys. They looked surprised at his question. RM was watching you, worried but so loving. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” You said finally, holding RM’s gaze. He relaxed. “Alright, I suppose I’ll let you go, then.” Hoseok hugged you. Jimin latched on the moment Hoseok stepped away. “Visit us often?” “I’ll try,” You managed to hug him in return, then held your arms open for Taehyung. He kissed your cheek. “Be patient. They’re trying.” You smiled up at him. “Learn anything?” He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. This was fun.” Namjoon simply hugged you. You knelt in front of Jin, holding both of his hands. “Take care, Jinnie.” “You too. Remember you’re always welcome here.” His hand found your face, and gently cupped it. “Maybe next time we can actually visit like normal people.” “Mm, you still have to tell me how you all ended up as a team,” You reminded him. “You bring the pizza, I’ll have the dessert,” He grinned. You laughed softly, then kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” “Soon,” He agreed, squeezing the one hand he still held. You went back to the boys from your reality, taking Namjoon’s hand. “I’m ready.” There was a jolt after everyone had said goodbye, waving, and you all were back in your brothers house. “Holy—” Your brother fell back into the kitchen, cursing loudly and repeatedly. He poked his head back out. “Where the hell did you come from?” You shrugged, slightly. “I left you a note.” He just stared for a moment, then looked at all of their faces. “You want to try that in English? And maybe elaborate on the whole situation? Also, when did you do that to your hair?” You looked in the mirror, seeing a silver lock of hair framing your face. “Right, um, no clue. I have a lot to explain, but we need to make sure their managers don’t freak out before we do that. Can you wait?” He nodded, glancing at his phone. “Why don’t I get some…breakfast started?” “That’d be great,” You replied, relaxing a bit. “Hope they like pancakes,” He replied, turning back into the kitchen. “Do you guys like pancakes?” They all nodded at least a little. “Pancakes are fine,” You called to your brother, smirking as you heard him mock you jokingly. Then you turned toward Namjoon, seeing he was already on the phone. You looked at the others, uncertain what to do and then hurrying into the kitchen to help your brother make breakfast. He gave you a curious look. “I can’t help in there, but I can in here.” You chewed your lip. “So, explanation.” “Please,” He said, getting the griddle out. “I mean, I get that you were telling the truth about everything, including the other reality or whatever. But…” You gave him an overview of what had happened since Namjoon showed up the day before, speaking quietly. “Geez, sis. You get to have all the fun.” He nudged you. “And the other boys? Get to know them any?” You sighed. “A little, but…I don’t know. It’s going to be hard for a while, I guess.” “He’ll stand by you, right?” You nodded. “Yeah. Namjoon will stand by me. I just worry that I’ll become a point of contention for their group.” “Uh, y/n?” Jimin said hesitantly from the doorway. “Yes?” You were suddenly grateful that his English was really bad. “Namjoon-hyung is still on the phone, but we wanted to talk to you.” You handed the spatula to your brother and followed Jimin into the dining room. You could see Namjoon outside on the phone. They sort of surrounded you, like football players huddled up to discuss plays. They all looked at each other, prompting someone else to speak first. “Look,” Jin finally started, then stalled for a moment when you looked at him. “We know that for you and Namjoon this isn’t something that was rushed into, and we know you’re committed to making this work, but it’s still brand new to us. Everything that happened yesterday in that…place…we understand a lot more now and we can see how you two would have grown close, especially there but—” “But you don’t know how well that will carry over into this world. You don’t know if I’ll be a distraction to him, if I’ll be a source of pain for all of you. You don’t know how your fans will react, and it could be detrimental to your group for one of your members to be dating. I know. Trust me, I know. Why do you think I left back then?” Suga touched your shoulder hesitantly. “But we still have to get to know you. We were thrown into this head-first. We need time to catch up. We’re going to try and make this work for Namjoon’s sake, and yours. We hope that none of those things happen, that you and Namjoon are happy together.” “Army would welcome you!” Jimin spoke in a positive tone. “All histories are against you,” You replied. “We really don’t have much figured out right now anyway. I mean, I almost definitely have to move to Korea, find a job, get an apartment that I can afford, make new friends…crap…I struggled to make what few friends I have now….” “Oh…right, that is a lot to figure out,” Jungkook said, sounding a little nervous. Namjoon came back in as your thoughts about how crazy all of this was started to spiral out of control and you quickly met his eyes. He quickly came to your side, looking worried. “What’s wrong?” “Just making a list of all the things we have yet to figure out. I freaked myself out. Tell me everything is going to be okay?” “Everything will be better than okay. You’re not alone in this. You have me. For sanity,” He reassured you, pulling you into a loose embrace. He kissed your forehead. “I told you this morning. You’re not allowed to run from me anymore. We’ll figure everything out. I promise.” You sighed into his shoulder, trying to just trust him. “Don’t worry,” Jimin said in English, hugging both of you. You giggled a little at that. “Breakfast is ready!” Your brother called. Namjoon stayed holding you while the other boys headed for the kitchen. You looked up at him with a nervous smile. “The nightmare is over, y/n. Just stay with me,” He murmured, then kissed you on the lips. You melted into his kiss, safe in the knowledge that it wouldn’t be your last.

Masterlist. Part 2. Special: Little Problems Masterpost

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kat-anni · 5 years ago

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12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? 13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders? 14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? 15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get? 16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? 21. if you could send two things from your country into space what

12. Did some research cause I’m crap at names. First, a classic: Der Erlkönig by Goethe. I gotta say, it does not flow as well... Now a short one: Mondnacht by Joseph von Eichendorff. Same here. A fun one: Herr von Ribbeck auf Ribbeck im Havelland by Theodor Fontane (it’s kinda sad but the rhythm is so fun, I loved this one as a child. also the Translation lacks /something/ )

13. One mostly Americans find weird: Wishing someone a happy Birthday or a happy new year before that moment actually arrives is v bad luck. We only wish a merry Christmas on Christmas Eve and Day and not before. Some do it maybe a few days before but not much more. You wish a merry christmasTIME (also called Advent) but not christmas.

14. Mh, some of it, yeah. I always loved the kids stuff of course, there’s v wholesome things there. Since I’m almost as much into crime shows as my parents I also like those (well, some). Our cinema is mostly...meh. Tho there are some gems (you will tear “Fack ju Göhte” from my cold dead hands. Also (tho I know the problematics behind it): Gay Cowboys and Gays in Space)

15. Bernd das Brot x). Also, in my search for a good ideom I found this page on Wikipedia and I just think the length of it says it all. Also nobody speaks the same German. literally a town over they have different words. Everyone makes fun of everybody else for their accent.

16. There’s some I agree with...we actually are taller than many other countries. We are v rule-abiding, too. And most are punctual. I just hate that for most people we’re all from Bavaria for some reason, most of Germany doesn’t even consider Bavaria part of the country. I don’t think they themselves think they’re part of it, either.

21. Ufff.....um... Bread. And a recording of ‘Freude schöner Götterfunken’ because that’s just a nice message and an awesome song. And the European Hymn.

#about me #anni answers asks #ask games #germany #german #thanks!!!#Anonymous

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More abc questions!!!! The whole of joy for the twins and the whole of never have I ever for tabris (or for the twins B} )

J1: what makes them happy?sule is happiest when she’s doing something, being productive; she draws and sketches and carves almost all the time, and she likes sweet wine and creating things with her hands and being alone. taryn is happiest when he’s talking to people and listening to their stories, and he also really likes animals, plums, poetry and songs.

J2: who makes them happy?taryn and sule mostly exasperate each other, but they ultimately know each other better than anyone and make an excellent team in most of the things they do, and they make each other happy. they’re both also very fond of their clanmates, especially the keeper and a few aunts and uncles, and taryn has a number of dear friends in other clans. in the inquisition, they stick close together for a long time, but sule becomes close friends with lace harding and taryn slowly befriends solas and varric and bull and krem and the chargers specifically because he wants their perspectives and stories.

J3: are there any songs that bring them joy?taryn has a good memory and collects songs like seashells on a beach whether they’re dalish in origin or not, so he’s usually singing or humming something, and sule is usually tapping her foot along or making up nonsense words to whatever tune he’s humming. they both enjoy music a lot.

J4: are they happy often?i would say both of them are happy pretty often – taryn has a little more patience and diplomacy than sule does, sule tends to express her feelings more bluntly, but both of them have careers and friends they deeply love that bring them a lot of joy. (in an au where one of them’s inquisitor i suspect they’d be a lot less happy, because very likely one of them would be dead.)

J5: what brings them the most joy in the world?for taryn? sitting at arlathven, around the fire, singing with a group of his friends and cousins and clanmates in elvish, someone playing the harp and someone else tapping a drum in time, the sweet warmth of dandelion wine on his tongue and the smell of smoke. for sule…spending hours walking and climbing until she finally pushes open a door and enters a room no one’s touched in a thousand years, that nature has reclaimed, and then sitting down and carefully recording everything she sees in sketches and rubbings and notes. eating your lunch at a table your ancestors used to eat at in the time of arlathan. camping under the stars under an ancient archway.

N1: what would they never do?taryn would never eat another tomato. they’re weird and gross and he doesn’t like them!! how sule eats cherry tomatoes by the fistful he will never know. sule would never try to make gin again. that went badly.

i mean, more seriously, they’d never betray each other – they disagree all the time, but their loyalty to each other is strong.

N2: what have they never done that they want to do?taryn’s never managed to sail on the ocean and he’d really really like to, because mythal came from the sea and it sounds cool and it looks cool and it would mean he doesn’t have to walk around the waking sea again like the last time he went north, but he already hates sailing on rivers and lakes so much he’s not sure he can manage it. he thinks pirates are so awesome.sule has a huge list of things she wants to do and ruins she wants to see. she has a map. it has pins in it. she’s pretty sure she wants to kiss a girl too but she hasn’t done it yet.

N3: is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?taryn cannot believe people eat cherry tomatoes. seriously. what the fuck. (sule pops eighteen of them into her mouth at once. more for her.) he’s also usually pretty surprised when people don’t have any interest in history, especially other elves, especially in their own history. he finds it so important. sule can’t believe people are such dicks. she spends a lot of time either by herself or with her brother, and joining the inquisition is an eternal lesson in learning how not to deal with loosely veiled insults by punching them. (sule was regularly scolded for dealing with her problems by punching or biting as a child.)

N4: what is the most embarrassing thing they have ever done?taryn got very wasted at his second arlathvhen, because he was fifteen and exactly old enough to be like “why yes, i am an adult now and i will have some undiluted wine, thank you kindly,” and he was a genteel enough drunk that nobody quite knew how much he’d had until he got up and loudly announced to the keeper of clan sabrae that he intended to marry her First on the next new moon’s rise, because she was as pretty and round and also kinda blurry as the new moon, and then he promptly passed out in the water trough in the middle of a serenade. merrill thought it was funny, at least.sule has done a lot of vaguely embarrassing things (mostly they involved climbing trees as a kid and then being afraid to come down) but the most embarrassing one to her was the summer that a few hunters from another clan were visiting and her mother so, so clearly was trying to get her to marry one of them, a friend of a friend’s son, a good hunter but not interested in history or her hobbies at all. it ended with her turning the hunter down in front of most of her clan, he was confused and angry, she said some rude things about the shape of his chin before she stormed off, it was very awkward and she still can’t talk to anyone from clan virhnen. taryn still calls the guy ‘chinface.’

N5: have they done anything they never thought they’d do?sule did not think she was into girls, or shemlen for that matter, but as soon as she saw josephine montilyet she melted into a puddle on the floor and has not recovered since, so that’s a thing she’s dealing with. she never thought she’d end up living in an elven fortress occupied by a human organization, either, but it’s worth it to investigate skyhold. taryn didn’t think he’d be joining something like the inquisition either – just because he’s diplomatic and approachable doesn’t mean he intended to be part of a human endeavor like this – but he also didn’t assume he’d be meeting the avatar of mythal or drinking from the well of sorrows or quietly swearing by fen’harel’s hairy cock that one time he fell down the library stairs drunk and then finding out who fen’harel is, so it’s been a hell of a few years in the inquisition for poor taryn.

abc character meme

#lesquatrechevrons #replying into the void #taryn ralaferin #sule ralaferin #i need to figure out how to introduce them into the longfic now since i don't want morrigan to drink from the well #but introducing two new npcs whoof #dragon age #long post #sorry this got SO LONG #also tayrn's wrong cherry tomatoes are nature's delicious candy

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batfam-imagines · 7 years ago

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New Son’s - Part 3

Part 2

Finally Part 3!! Let me know what you think!!

You, Conner, and Match take the ZETA tubes straight to the Batcave. The two boys look around and you give them free range to explore. Match immediately takes an interest in the training area, where a variety of weapons and chemicals are tested. Conner gravitates towards the medical unit, he seems interested in the advanced technology that’s scattered around the Cave.

“What does this machine do?”

“It detects any kind of poison in the body and has the ability to administer a cure if we have one on file”

Conner touches it gently, “Do you use this often?”

“Not on myself, but I do have to use it on Bruce and the boys sometimes” There’s a crash from behind you, “Match!”

Match is sitting in the middle of a large pile of scattered training equipment, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

You quickly make your way over to him, “It’s alright, Match. Are you alright?” He nods, “Good, then there’s no harm done. You’re fine, and there’s nothing here that’s irreplaceable. This family tends to go through a lot of training gear, so if you break a few things it’s fine” Match still looks a little shaken, “How about we clean this up, and then we can go upstairs. If you’re still interested in learning how to use anything down here I’m sure that either me or the boys will be able to help you”

“Are you sure they -”

“Match, sweetheart, I’m sure. Everything is fine, no one is mad. Alright?”

“Okay”

Conner kneels down beside his brother, “Yeah, everything’s fine! I’ll help you clean up, and then we can meet some more people”

Match quickly shakes his head, “No! You can’t move your arm too much! Mom said -” He freezes, voice caught in his throat, and you pause, hand hovering over one of Damian’s wooden katanas.

“Match, Conner, do you two want to call me mom?”

Conner shuffles his feet, “Cadmus gave us some real memories when they were feeding us information, showed us what a family is supposed to be like, and you – you’re just like the moms they showed us. You’re kind, you care about us, your honest and warm, and … and you smell nice”

“Boys, if you want to you can call me mom. I didn’t want to pressure you into anything, but I was hoping that this could be your new home, that we could all be a family”

Both Conner and Match jerk forward, squishing you between them, “Thank you”

“You don’t need to think me, sweetheart”

You and the boys end up sitting there for another fifteen minutes. “Alright, come on. Your new brothers are all waiting upstairs for you”

“For us?”

“Yes, for you. Now, they might be a bit wary, and they might not be nice, but that’s just because they aren’t very good at meeting new people. You’ll have to be patient with them”

“They know that we’re … Kryptonian, that we aren’t human?”

“Of course they know. Dick, my oldest, he’s excited to show you around Gotham, to teach you guys to be teenagers. Jason, my second oldest, is a little wary of you guys. He’s afraid that you’ll hurt me, that you’ll lose your temper or something. Tim, my second youngest, is interested in how you guys were made. Conner, he might be able to show you how to use the labs and how we run experiments. Damian, my youngest, he’s – different than my other sons. He’s got a temper, and is not afraid to resort to violence. Match, he’ll be able to show you how to use the training equipment.”

“They’ll be our new brothers?”

“If you want them to be, yes. They can either be your brothers or your best friends, it’s up to you”

Match throws his arm around Conner, “They are waiting upstairs?” You nod and he grins, “Then let’s go meet our new family”

All four of your sons are sitting at the dining room table, and it’s obvious that they are trying to come up with a plan to get Alfred’s cookies from right under the old butler’s nose.

“Boys, you should know that you can’t steal cookies from Alfred, not even Batman has managed to do that”

“Mom!”

The boys all rush forward, quickly surrounding you in a hug, “Yes, hello boys. I missed you guys too”

Tim pulls back first, “Where are -”

“I asked them to wait in the hall, remember they don’t know you guys yet, and to see you all running at me like that … well they might have perceived you as a threat”

Tim tries to look around you, “Can we meet them now?”

“Yes, Timmy, you can meet them now. Conner still has an injured arm, so be careful with him. Match is very protective of his little brother, so Dami and Jay if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything”

Jason snorts, “They’re kids, Ma. I may not trust them, but I’m not gonna be mean to a couple of kids who haven’t ever had a life outside of Cadmus”

“Dami?”

“I have already told you, Ummi. It will be good to have two Supers on our side, I would not do anything to jeopardize that”

“Good” You turn back to the hallway and gesture the two boys into the dining room, “Boys, meet Match and Conner”

Dick is the most eager, he’s always looked forward to getting new siblings, “Hi! My name’s Richard, but everyone calls me Dick”

Match grins and extends his hand, “I’m Match, and this is my little brother Conner”

“It’s really nice to meet you guys! Mom hasn’t stopped talking about you since you were found. Bruce wouldn’t let any of us go to the Watchtower, so we had to wait until Mom brought you here”

Tim steps up next, “My name’s Tim”

“Jason”

“And I am Damian Wayne”

“’m Conner, and – and I’m really glad that you guys are letting us stay here”

Jason lets out a harsh chuckle, “Trust me kid, if it was up to me you wouldn’t be. We still don’t know much about you two, and mom is very human. She’s the only one out of all of us that has not had to come back from the dead, she doesn’t have any kind of immunity to death, and if you don’t know how to control your powers how do we know you won’t accidentally kill her?”

Conner’s eyes widen and he frantically shakes his head, “We wouldn’t ever -!”

“You think you won’t. That’s why we’ll all be staying here for a few weeks. We’ll be getting to know you and helping teach you how to control your powers as best we can”

“Of course” Match curls Conner closer to his side, “We wouldn’t expect anything else. We want to keep mom as safe as possible, and it’s actually a comfort to know that you all will be here”

Damian looks confused, “You do not mind that we do not trust you?”

“No, Conner and I don’t trust any of you yet, so it would make sense that you don’t trust us. Mom told us that you Bats tend to be paranoid, and that we’ll just have to get to know you”

“I’m looking forward to getting to know you though. Match is a great brother, and I’d really like it if you guys could be my brothers too”

Dick makes a sound in the back of his throat, like he’s fighting not to just grab Conner and hug him, “I’d love to call you my brothers”

“We’d like that too. Now” Match eyes the cookies that are resting on the table, “Mom told us that there would be cookies, and those smell really good”

Alfred steps out of the kitchen, “Yes, I have had to stop the young masters from stealing the cookies several times already. They should still be warm, would you like a glass of milk?”

“Yes, please”

The butler smiles, “Finally, a young man that has manners, you boys could take a few lessons from Master Conner.”

The two Supers fall in love with Alfred and his cookies almost immediately, Conner even asks Alfred to teach him how to cook.

“So did mom show you guys the cave?”

“Yes, mom said that, perhaps, Damian would be willing to show me how to use your weapons, and that Timothy wouldn’t mind showing Conner how to use the labs”

Your youngest son grins, “It would be good to spar against you, Kryptonian”

Match grins, “Bring it on, kid”

Conner reaches out, his uninjured arm reaching out to touch Match, “Remember to be careful, he’s human. I don’t want you to hurt our new brother”

The older Super cups the back of Conner’s head and presses their foreheads together, “Don’t worry, little brother, I won’t hurt him. I promise”

“Don’t worry Conner, I’ll go downstairs with Match and Little D to make sure they don’t hurt each other.”

Dick, Damian, and Match all take off down to the Cave, eager to test each other’s skills. But Conner looks a little uncertain as soon as his older brother is out of sight. The two haven’t been separated since they woke up.

Thankfully, Tim picks up on his unease, “How about we go and watch a movie, Conner? We’ll even let you pick”

“Are you sure? You guys don’t have to stick with me if you have other things to do, I can – I can just wait here for Match”

Jason rolls his eyes, “Come on, kid. You’re our brother now, I’m pretty sure we can watch a movie together” The older boy slings his arm around Conner’s shoulders, “Now, you’re gonna have to pick out a Disney movie, because those are the best”

Conner and Tim didn’t even make it halfway through the movie before the two fell asleep. They end up curled together on the overstuffed couch, like two kittens sniggling together for warmth. When Jason notices them he lets out a sigh and gets up to cover the two with a blanket.

He then flops onto the couch that you’ve taken residence on, “You know it’s not easy to be wary of a kid that acts like an uncertain kitten”

“I know, Conner’s really uncertain of his place because he’s half human and half Kryptonian. Match has a much more confident and outgoing personality. I think it has to do with the different ways the two were developed”

Jason cocks his head and raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Match was raised to be a warrior. Once he was developed enough they had him fight against the other clones and Genomorphs. Conner never had a chance to even be out of his pod before we found him. All he knows is the memories that Camdus gave him. According to the files that the JLA stole Conner was going to be used to help control Match. They were betting on the older clones protective instincts. Apparently, Match was starting to get out of control, trying to escape, and by having a younger and weaker brother they were going to threaten and hurt Conner to control Match.”

“Poor kids”

“I know. Conner doesn’t have any kind of combat training, and doesn’t seem to have much of an interest in learning how to hurt people. He was designed to be weaker and unable to protect himself, so we’ll have to take up the slack.”

Jason groans, “Fine, I’ll help you look after the kid, he’s not really a threat to you, but Match – the jury’s still out on him”

“I understand, Jay. Just promise me you’ll try with him” You wait for Jason to nod before continuing, “Lex Luthor wants to meet them”

“He’s the human half of Conner’s DNA, right?”

“Mmhmm, I went to see him, explained a few things. Apparently he didn’t know that the scientists had made a clone with his DNA, Match was supposed to be the only Kryptonian clone made. He didn’t know that they were pitting the clones against each other and making them fight to the death. Lex wants to meet them, and he wants to do it here”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mom?”

“I think it will be good for the boys to have some of their questions answered. It’ll also be good for them to have one of their father’s in their life, since Clark decided that he didn’t want them. I’m going to be there so they won’t be alone”

“We’ll stay close, just in case one of them loses their temper”

“Thanks, sweetheart. Now hush, this is my favorite part”

How do you think the meeting with Lex will go? What do you think will happen next? Will this peace last?

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cromulentbookreview · 5 years ago

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Definitely Not Chocolate Wine

Because life in late 19th century Paris was basically just Another Period but real.

To my fellow non-French speakers out there: vin de coca does NOT mean “chocolate wine.” It really doesn’t.

And by that, I mean: Sensational, sequel to Spectacle by Jodie Lynn Zdrok!

Paris! June, 1889! The same year as The Gilded Wolves! The year of the Exposition Universelle! It’s almost time for the 100th anniversary of the Storming of the Bastille! The Eiffel Tower makes it’s grand debut! Vincent Van Gogh paints The Starry Night! The Wall Street Journal is established! Seattle, in spite of the incessant rain, somehow manages to catch fire! Bustles are slowly on their way out, but weighty ornaments added to dresses is super in! Ribbons! Flounces! Lace! Bows! All that, plus corsets laced far tighter than they should be and no air conditioning! Sounds great!

Anyway: it’s been two years since the events of Spectacle, and our heroine Nathalie is now 18. Things are going pretty great: she no longer has to hide her identity writing her morgue column for Le Petit Journal, she has a steady boyfriend in her fellow insightful, Jules, and she’s even found a workaround for the memory loss caused by her visions: she keeps extremely detailed journals, keeping a record of everything she does in case she forgets later. With the support of her family and friends, Nathalie might just be able to pull of this whole “insightful who witnesses the deaths of murder victims from the perspective of the killer for some reason then reports those visions to the police but suffers memory loss as a side-effect” gig work.

Just so long as she ignores all the lingering looks she gives to her friend, the morgue’s police liaison Christophe. And her lingering guilt over the death of her friend Agnès at the hands of the Dark Artist serial killer. And her institutionalized aunt’s deteriorating mental health.

But besides all of that, Nathalie’s life is going pretty well. She’s 18 at the height of Belle Époque, routinely attending the Exposition Universelle with her boyfriend and her best friends. Life is good!

Until Nathalie and her friends stumble upon a severed head among the sculptures of the Galerie Rapp. Then, to make things worse, a spectator jostles the pillar on which the head is sitting, knocking it over. The head falls and, without thinking, Nathalie puts out her hands to catch it.

Much more than una catastrofia con una pelota de beisbol.

Anyway, this causes Nathalie to have a vision, and, faster than you can say “cocaine wine,” the whole of Paris is gripped by the both the spectacle (first book title drop!) of the Exposition, and the rampage of a new serial killer who dumps his victims on Exposition grounds. The killer is soon dubbed Le Rasoir by the press, as they behead their victims with a guillotine.

Fun fact: the last time France used the guillotine to execute someone was in 1977. That seems far too recent to me, but, I mean, I guess it works...?

So far as sequels go, Sensational gives us more of Nathalie’s story without being bogged down with exposition and questions. We get to jump into the action right away, but there are plenty of callbacks in case you may have forgotten a detail or two from Spectacle. My favorite part, of both Spectacle and Sensational is all the detail we get about what life is like in 19th century Paris. Paris is a fascinating place in general, but Paris during the late 1880s, early 1890s? During the era of the Third French Republic, Belle Époque and the birth of Cabaret? If time machines were a thing, I would definitely go and party in late 19th century Paris - hang around Montmantre, get wasted at Le Chat Noir...

Speaking of which: one of the things I will freely admit is that I don’t speak French. Like, at all. I know a few words here and there, but Deutsch ist immer noch eine wunderschöne Sprache. So, in Spectacle there’s a scene where Nathalie is hanging out with her friends Simone and Louis along with her boyfriend, Jules, at Simone’s apartment. Simone has managed to get her hands on a bottle of vin de coca. Now, for some reason, I immediately thought “oooh, chocolate wine!”

Yeah, vin de coca is not chocolate wine. That much became obvious as the scene progressed, and I felt like a total moron.

Vin de coca is wine with cocaine in it.

Because in the 19th century, that was just fine. I mean, just watch The Knick if you want to see just how much late-19th and early-20th century medicine relied on cocaine. (Seriously, watch The Knick - I’m still pissed that show got cancelled).

Still, whenever I see the word “coca” I think chocolate. Because chocolate is great. Even though I know a “pain au chocolat” literally translates to “chocolate bread” and coca refers to any of the four plants in the family Erythroxylaceae, but mostly Erythroxylum coca, which is where cocaine comes from. It’s where the “coca” in “coca cola” comes from. Seriously, how did I miss that?

Speaking of pain au chocolat: fun fact, the Japanese word for bread, pan (パン) is a word they lifted from the Portuguese after the Portuguese went to Japan in the 16th century. Pan means bread in Spanish, in Portuguese it’s Pão (I guess the Japanese had a hard time with the tilde and went with the Spanish version instead) and it’s barely a step away from the French word Pain and the Italian Pane.

Meanwhile, in Germany, we say Brot because the Romance languages are insane and we want nothing to do with them. Hurray for the Germanics! In Dutch, it’s brood, in Danish it’s brød, in Swedish it’s bröd, Norwegian? Brød (you’d think it’d be the Swedes to copy the Danes since they’re literally right next to each other but...nope). Icelandic? Brauð. English = bread! And in Afrikaans, Dutch’s weird, long-distance cousin? Brood. Yiddish? ברויט (broyt). Even the Welsh went with “bara” for bread.

And in Finland, bread is called leipä, because Finnish is it’s own special brand of insanity. Same with Hungarian (kenyér = bread).

Damn, I’m kind of hungry. Maybe I should go and get some bread. Mmm. Gluten.

Anyway, my point being before I got off onto a bread tangent, the word “coca” instead of “cacao” or “chocolat” should’ve been a pretty big clue that what Nathalie and her friends were enjoying was NOT chocolate wine. Also the fact that they started to get really high while drinking it should’ve been a tip-off.

Also, there’s a scene in season 1 of The Terror where the Goodest Sir, Harry D.S. Goodsir, offers the increasingly frantic Mr. Collins wine of coca as a treatment for his lead-poisoning-and-ice-diving-vision-induced crazies. Wine of coca is mostly, wait for it:

How that would’ve helped a man going absolutely insane, I have no idea. I mean, wouldn’t cocaine wine make him more agitated? I don’t know, don’t ask me how 19th century medicine worked. Frankly, it’s a miracle anyone lived past the age of thirty back in those days.

This whole tangent was an excuse for me to include some glorious gifs of the world’s Goodest Sir and King of all the Sideburns, Goodsir:

Watch season 1 of The Terror. Seriously, it’s amazing. How have you not watched it yet? Also, watch season 2 while you’re at it, both will hit you right in the feels but in different ways.

Anyway - the whole time I was reading Sensational, I was laboring under the delusion that this series would be a trilogy - I kept looking everywhere for the setup for book three, and finished the book fully believing that there would be another book.

Then I learned that this series was to be a duology. Not a trilogy. And that Sensational was to be the end of the story. Honestly? I was disappointed. I kind of wish I had looked that up going in, rather than blithely assuming that all YA serieses end up trilogies (or quartets. Or just, you know, never end at all).

So while this book does give our characters a nice ending, there are still so many unanswered questions that could very well be answered by a third book. We never did find out what exactly caused Nathalie two-days worth of memory loss that made up the cliffhanger at the end of the first book. Like, what about all the other people who were affected by Dr. Henard’s magical mystery blood transfusions? How many people out there who, like Nathalie, inherited powers from their parents who took part in the experiment? Acgh, there’s just so much out there that can’t be covered in two books! Bah. That and I just need more YA mysteries set in late 19th century Paris. More, I says!

RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of YA Historical Fantasy Fiction, 19th century Paris, murder mysteries, and badass girl journalist protagonists.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone familiar with the term hemolysis, anyone thinking that this was going to be a three-book thing, Lillian and Beatrice Bellacourt.

RATING: 4/5

RELEASE DATE: February 11, 2020.

TERROR RATING:

KNICK RATING:

ANOTHER PERIOD RATING:

PARIS RATING:

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR THIRD BOOK THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN: Makalu.

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nxrcissamxlfoy · 8 years ago

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heatwave

pairing : regulus x petunia word count : ~3.1k prompt : summer fling for : the anon who requested it and @petuniaevans who i know loves this pair

she didn’t know. of course she didn’t know. she wouldn’t let herself know.

here was this perfectly polite and handsome boy, this funny and intelligent and charming boy and he was interested in her.

she should have known.

the summer of her sixteenth year was hotter than usual. the clouds had all ran away and left the sun free to cook the streets of cokeworth. just like lily had ran away to spend the summer with her school friends and left her there all alone.

her sundress stuck to her back as the tall grass bit at her chins. she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist and pushed her hair off of her face. the lake seemed closer last year. had she come to the right spot? just as she was starting to think she’d made a mistake, she crested the hill and saw her glistening salvation.

the air was hot but the water was cool. the sun hit her face as she floated along on her back, the rest of the world slowly fading out of existence. the water lapped at her chin and birds called out overhead. it was so peaceful that she almost forgot how unfair her life was.

“watch out!”

she almost forgot how sad her life was.

“hey! girl!”

she almost forgot how horrible her life was.

“STOP!”

she startled, breaking the water tension and taking in a gulp of water. upright and treading in the water, she looked around to find a dark haired boy waving frantically at her. he pointed to her left; she was a meter away from his fishing line. she sighed and wiped the water from her face.

“it’s too hot to fish!” she called. he fiddled with what she now saw was a very expensive looking rod, struggling to reel his line in.

“what?”

she rolled her eyes and swam in towards him. “it’s too hot to fish,” she repeated when she was at the bank. she pulled herself up but stayed sitting on the bank, keeping her distance.

“maybe that’s why i haven’t caught anything.” his accent was too polished.

“what are you using for bait,” she asked, looking around and seeing no tackle box or anything that could be holding bait.

“that might be another reason.” with his bait-less line finally out of the water he set rod down.

“haven’t you ever even fished before?” she scoffed.

his face fell for a moment before he shrugged. “no, but it looked like fun. have you ever fished?” she nodded but didn’t say anything. there was a silence between them before he stretched a leg out and dug around in his pockets. “do you want a peppermint?” he asked, holding a hand out to show three wrapped candies in his palm.

she shrugged. “sure.”

he stood and walked over to her, then sat down beside her, careful to leave a generous gap between them, then handed her a sweet. she pulled her legs into her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on her knees and unwrapping the peppermint in front of her legs.

“i’m regulus,” he finally said, the candy affecting his words. her face scrunched.

“that’s a funny name,” she said before thinking. she flinched. it was a mean thing to say. she’d found that lately everything she’d say would be mean, and she didn’t know how to stop herself.

but regulus just laughed. “yeah, i guess. but it’s a family name.”

she looked at him, really looked at him. she took in his odd clothes and his posture and his nails, his new rod with zero experience, his odd and stuffy family name. “you’re not from around here, are you?”

a big smile spread across his face and his bit his lip. she knew then she was in trouble. “it’s that obvious, huh?”

she had to leave, and she had to leave now. she’d only end up embarrassing herself if she stayed any longer. she’d only end up hurt. she pushed herself up with her hands and then wiped them together to clear them of dirt. “maybe next time you should leave the fancy loafers at home, regulus.”

he jumped up as she walked into the water and shoved off from the bank. “where are you going? you didn’t tell me your name! wait!”

“petunia!” she called, unable to help herself. she swam backwards, farther away from him. “it’s petunia!”

“i’ll be here tomorrow petunia! right here, right at this time!”

she took a breath and dived, turning around under the water and swimming away as fast as she could. when she came up for air he was a small dark blob against the green grass of the bank, standing there with his had shading his eyes, watching her swim away.

she should have known.

it had been a week of meeting almost everyday, right there by the lake. most days they just swam around, racing each other, splashing each other, seeing how long they could hold their breaths, and when they grew too tired to swim they laid out on the beach towels she’d brought and let the sun dry them off. more often times than not, they fell asleep, if only for a few minutes.

this time he’d brought a picnic basket, full of sandwiches and fruit and fizzy drinks. “i can’t keep living off of crisps,” he laughed as she looked at it all in amazement.

“yes but how have you kept it all cool?” she asked, popping a grape into her mouth. she didn’t see his face, she was too excited about the food.

“uh, fancy new basket,” he said, pushing the empty, plain wicker basket back with his foot. “try the sandwiches,” he hurried, “they’re delicious.”

they spoke as they ate, all about petunia and her family, her school, her hobbies. he was so interested in her that she hadn’t even realized that he’d never given up any information about himself. it was so rare that anyone wanted to hear about her and her thoughts and ideas and now that he’d opened the gates she couldn’t stop.

“i think i’d like to open up a little bakery one day,” she gushed. “with yellow awnings and little tables outside.”

regulus smiled. “you like to bake?” she nodded. “well then you’ll have to bake me something sometime.”

she blushed and finally decided that it was too hot to continue sitting in the prickly grass. they stripped to their swimsuits and raced to the water’s edge, laughing as they each kept trying to pull the other back so as not to lose. the day continued on just as the days before it. they swam until their skin was pruned and their legs cramped up and then they crawled on to their towels and stretched out in the sun.

only this time, just as she was nearly asleep, he reached out and rested his hand in hers.

when they woke up, still holding hands, they didn’t say anything for a long while. they turned and faced each other, their cheeks sunburned and their fingers dancing together between them. he looked into her eyes, memorized by their honeycomb color. she blushed.

“you’re getting freckles,” he finally said, his voice barely audible.

“well your hair’s getting lighter.” she retorted. they laughed.

they laid there even longer, until the air cooled off and the sun started hiding behind the trees, their sign that it was time to part ways.

“let me walk you home,” he said suddenly. they’d been quietly packing up their things and petunia almost dropped her towel.

“that’s probably not a good idea,” she said, reaching for the towel regulus had rolled up.

“it bugs me every time to think of you walking all that way alone.”

she was quiet. the last thing she wanted was for this to all be spoiled. she felt like if they never left this spot everything would stay perfect forever. she didn’t want her parents to know, didn’t want them asking questions or ruining everything like they always did. and if her sister ever found out? well that would be the end of everything. lily would be so excited and happy for her, would want to know every detail, would never stop smiling every time she looked at her. it would be horrible.

“petunia?”

she looked to him. his concerned face morphed into a small smile. but oh! if he walked her home that was just more time to spend with him. “fine,” she sighed. “but not to my door. i don’t want my parents to see you.”

he smiled and took the rolled up towels from her, putting them into the empty basket, then held out his free hand for her to hold.

“what about you? won’t you have to walk twice as far now?”

he shrugged. “i’ll just send for my brother. he has a motorbike.” he smiled, like he was proud.

she should have known.

there was a ping on her window. she put down her book and looked around, and then another one sounded. concerned, she threw back her covers and went to the window between her bed and lily’s, which stood empty and perfectly made. just as she pushed the window up, another ping sounded right above her.

“oh! sorry!”

she looked down to see regulus smiling up at her. it had been a week since he first walked her home, and he’d done it everyday they met since. “are you honestly throwing rocks at my window?”

when he didn’t respond she closed the window and changed from her pajama bottoms into jeans and put her shoes on. she opened her door and peeked into the hall, the clock on the wall read half past ten. her parents would be sound asleep, even so she crept quietly down the stairs and out of the front door.

“what are you doing here?” she asked when she met him on the street.

“i just wanted to see you,” he stammered.

she eyed him, then looked around. “how did you get here? did you walk the whole way?”

“my brother dropped me off,” he said quickly, then took her hand. “want to go for a walk with me?”

she eyed him carefully again before agreeing. it wasn’t until they passed under their first streetlight that she saw how puffy and red his eyes were, how rough his cheeks were. “reg, what happened?”

he tried to shrug it off, tried to keep walking. “just some family stuff. honestly, i’m fine.”

petunia stopped them and turned to him. “you know, i don’t know anything about your family. aside from the fact that you’re well off and have a brother with a motorbike.”

regulus sighed and sat down on the curb. petunia sat next to him. “i don’t really have a good home life. my father’s never around, and when he is he and my mother are fighting. my brother’s a bit of a family disappointment and because of that i have all these extra high expectations on me.” he stopped and she could see that he was trying not to cry. “but when i’m with you it’s like, none of that exists, i’m just a fifteen year old kid enjoying the summer. it’s just us and the lake and the sun. it’s just you.”

and there, in the middle of a summer night, sitting on the side walk under a street light, next to chain link fence, with a boy whose last name she didn’t even know, petunia evans had her first kiss. his lips were salty but soft, and his nose was pressed into her sun-burnt cheek but she didn’t care. her arms were still at her sides, gripping the pavement as if she might float away at any minute, but his hands moved to her hair, pulling her closer as his tongue slid across her bottom lip.

the light above them burst with a loud pop, leaving them startled and in the dark.

she should have known.

the next few weeks passed in a hazy and sticky sweet blur. they spent more days at the lake, but petunia would also occasionally led them into town where they got ice cream and sweets and once they even went to the cinema.

“that was amazing!” regulus gushed as they walked out, hand in hand as they nearly almost always were. petunia laughed.

“you act like you’ve never seen a movie before.”

he laughed too, but his was more nervous. “my mum’s really strict. it’s all books as far as she’s concerned.” he was quiet for a moment before he turned to her. “want to see another!?”

she should have known

it was the middle of august. the heatwave had finally broken and cooling off in the lake wasn’t quite as satisfying as it had been, so they laid on the bank, sprawled out on a large quilted blanket.

“you’ve been so quite all day,” regulus said, playing with the ends of her hair. he was on his stomach, propped up on his forearms, and she was on her back with her arms folded over her eyes to block the sun. “what’s the matter?”

she sighed dropped her arms to look at him. “my sister’s coming home tonight.” regulus didn’t say anything, he knew what a touchy subject her sister was. “it’s all my parents have been talking about for days, it’s all they’re going to talk about for ages. she’s going to have learned all this new-” petunia caught herself about to say the word magic. that would have been horrible, it would have been the end of her and regulus. he would have thought she was insane and run away screaming. “i wish she’d just stay there.”

he kissed her, sweetly, slowly, in the way that always calmed her down when she got upset. “i wish we could just stay here,” he said.

“the summer’s coming to an end,” she said, holding back tears. “what’s going to happen then?”

“we’ll figure something out.” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. but she pulled away, sitting up and looking down at him.

“i don’t even know where you go to school! how are we going to figure it out?”

he sighed. “it’s just some dumb old private school. it’s embarrassing really.” he paused, then when he saw her skeptical face he added, “i can write to you!”

she thought about the offer for a moment, thought about how romantic it could be. maybe in the letters he’d open up more, they’d could share more and be even closer next summer. “we can trade addresses,” she said hopefully. her heart dropped, though, when she saw his face. “what?”

“i don’t really know the schools address, is all.”

there was something in his voice that told her he was lying and her heart broke. “you ass!” she cried. she pushed him away and stood up and began to hunt for her sandals. “what, do you have a girlfriend at school or something? was this all just some joke to you?”

“petunia, no!” he said, struggling to get to his feet. “of course not! i’ve never even had a girlfriend before. please, just stop!” he took her by the arms, stopping her from gathering up her things.

“why are you lying to me?” she pleaded. she saw that he was just upset as she was.

“there are just, things i can’t tell you.” he said. she scoffed. “i can’t. i’m scared to, but i want to, but i just can’t. i would be in so much trouble if i did.”

she crossed her arms. “oh, you’d be in big trouble if you gave me your school’s address?” she asked. “please.”

“it’s just complicated, okay?”

“it seem’s like you’re the one who’s making it complicated. can’t you even tell me the name, then? if you can’t give me the address? or do you just really not want me to write you? how about a phone number?”

“there is no address!” he exclaimed, and half empty can of fizzy drink that had been sitting on the ground next to them exploded.

petunia shrieked and froze, hands up, fingers splayed, legs covered in syrup. and then, as if a sports highlight reel was playing behind her eyes, everything came together. how out of place he was, the odd name, the mysteriously cold picnic basket, the streetlight, his amazed reaction to nearly everything she showed him, how he never talked about his life, the school...

“you-” she started, pointing a shaky finger at him. he reached out a pleading hand, but she pulled back.

“it’s not what you think, i can explain.”

“you’re one of them,” she mumbled, tears streaming down her face, eyes focused on th ground behind him. she was too heartbroken to move.

“please petunia,” he begged, “let me-”

“hogwarts,” she croaked. this time regulus froze. she looked to him, saw the confusion in his face. “that’s it. you go to hogwarts, don’t you? don’t you!”

“h-how do you know about hogwarts?”

“my sister, you idiot!” she slapped at his arm. “my sister’s a witch! and her friends are witches! and you-you’re-” she finally broke down and her knees gave out. his arms latched around her, catching her and guiding her do the ground. “you’re a freak, just like her!” she sobbed, pushing away from him. she stumbled to her feet.

“petunia wait!” regulus cried, but she was already running.

“just leave me alone!” she yelled, she ran until she hit the street nearest the lake, until he was clear out of sight, and then she walked home, crying and cursing herself.

she should have known it was too good to be true.

petunia watched as her father slammed the boot of their car shut, lily’s school trunk snugly inside. her mother was already in the front seat, and as her father opened the driver’s door he called for her sister. lily stepped on to the step behind her.

“are you sure you don’t want to come with us, tuney?” lily asked, nudging her shoulder.

petunia shook her head. “i’m still not feeling well,” she lied. lily nodded and hugged her, petunia hugged her back but only just. she watched as the early morning sun bounced off of her lily’s shining red hair and for the first time since she was twelve, petunia wanted to follow after, to go to the station and get on the train and go to school with her.

“lily, wait,” petunia said, her voice surprising even herself. lily turned and took a few steps back.

“yeah?”

petunia bit her lip. “do you... do you, maybe, know a boy named regulus?”

lily looked at her with amazement. “sirius has a brother... but how-”

“does sirius have a motorbike?”

lily stepped even closer. “petunia how do you know all of this?”

petunia took her sister’s hands. “please. i’ll tell you everything when you come home if you just- just tell him that i’m sorry.” lily opened her mouth to speak but petunia kept going “please. just tell him that i’m sorry and that... he can write me, if he still want’s to.”

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