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Intoxicating Fear (XXVIII)

Part one // MASTERPOST // continued from here

Haha— this part is shit and all over the place, but it is published today!!! So there ya go🙂‍↕️ some whumpy stuff, the end is crap— yeah, idk, it will be edited at some point 🤷🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️

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Kit really needed to pee. Like he really needed to go, but here he was, still handcuffed to the headboard of the bed, and every possible position he tried to get into to unbutton his pants didn’t work out so he was sitting on the bed like a bold child and trying not to think about how much he really needed to pee.

Because it was verging on the edge of painful.

The sun had fallen since Jude had tried to strangle him and get his revenge. Ambrose must have left a few hours ago, and Kit was hungry and tired, but not tired enough to sleep.

And fuck… he really needed the toilet.

So eventually his organs overclouded by his better judgement and he reached out for Ambrose.

Psssttt… Dickhead.

Nothing. Kit stared at the wall ahead of him and shifted his position a little on the bed.

Psssst… Omenbitch.

Still nothing. Was Ambrose ignoring him? The fucking nerve of this guy!

HEY! Kit thought louder. YOU PIECE OF SH—

WHAT?!

Kit physically recoiled at the anger and deafening reply Ambrose shot him.

Kit… Ambrose said, and Kit could picture him sighing. Sorry, what do you want?

I need to piss.

Then piss.

On the floor?

Why not?

I’m not a fucking untrained dog for one, arsehole!

Well that is debatable.

You are such a dickhead.

For fuck’s sake, Nathan boomed in Kit’s mind and Kit’s ears rang from the sheer intensity of his voice. Nathan didn’t master the same control Ambrose did. He didn’t grow up with the gift, just appropriated it. What are you two arguing about?

I need to piss, Kit said at the same time that Ambrose said, he needs to piss.

Then piss.

Kit let out a frustrated sigh and stomped his foot on the ground.

Actually… Nathan continued. Hmm, Kit, perhaps you can piss and join us for dinner. I’ll have Jude fetch you.

Wait— Kit thought but winced as an invisible hand grabbed his head and slammed it back against the wall to cut him off. Kit hissed, his brain fogging over as the heat from the impact blossomed along his skull. Fucking dickhead with his stupid fucking powers. Maybe he should find someone with the power to not be a dickhead and he would be palatable then.

Don’t resist, Kit, Ambrose said in his mind. Kit knew not to reply because Nathan would hear him, but still. What would he say to that? His muscles were stiff from being cooped up on the bed for so long, unable to leave the room. And he was fucking starving. Dinner sounded great right about now.

A few minutes later and Kit heard footsteps coming up the stairs towards his room. He sat up on the edge of the bed as much as possible, eager to stand up finally. His eyes found cruel green when the door opened. Jude smiled at him as he walked in.

Kit swallowed the riling remark on the tip of his tongue, Ambrose told him not to resist so he would be good.

“Look at you, sitting and waiting like a good puppy. Well come on, everyone’s waiting,” Jude said and Kit frowned. He pulled on his cuffs as to remind him that Kit was stuck on the bed. Jude tilted his head. “Well?”

“I—” Kit began but cut himself off. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t,” Kit said through clenched teeth, rattling the cuffs again. Jude hummed and walked over to Kit. His green eyes lazily went over Kit’s arms locked behind his back to the bed, clearly seeing the handcuffs before he looked Kit in the eyes again, his smile sharp.

“Looks like you’re not trying hard enough,” Jude said with a shrug. Before Kit could ask if this guy was fucking mentally deficient, Jude’s hand shot out and he grabbed Kit’s cheeks, squeezing them hard until Kit couldn’t close his mouth or do anything except try and shake Jude’s hand off.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jude said, wrenching Kit’s head up so he was staring Jude in the eyes. Kit struggled in the cuffs, metal clanging dully against wood, trying to dislodge Jude’s hand but it was all in vain. Jude’s eyes seemed to get darker and Kit froze.

“No!” Kit protested, but with his mouth half open it just sounded like oh. As in, I know what you’re about to do, kind of oh.

“Kit, I think you’re not putting any effort into following me downstairs like a good boy. So how about you get out of your cuffs,” — even before he finished Kit could feel the fog settling over his mind, his struggles seizing momentarily, — “and follow me downstairs.”

Jude let go of Kit’s face and Kit’s expression turned blank as he began to pull at the cuffs. Yanking his wrists free, trying to twist and turn and pull them out of the cuffs, hut the cuffs were on too tight, locked with no wiggle room. All his struggles earned him was pain and he cried out as he yanked and tugged and pulled.

Kit?! Ambrose asked but Kit couldn’t answer. He had to get out of the cuffs. Jude stepped back and grinned, watching as the hero struggled and writhed in pain, trying to free himself from his restraints. There was always something so beautiful about overriding someone’s self-preservation and watching them destroy themselves.

“Fuck!” Kit screamed as he felt warm blood trickle from his wrists as he yanked violently at the cuffs on the bed. “Please, please— AGH!”

“It’s not difficult, Kit. Come on now, chop chop. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Kit ripped and tore, his shoulder slammed violently forward as he squirmed, using one foot on the floor and the other on the bed to try and pull his hands free as the stench of iron filled the room. Jude chuckled behind him, his cat-like amusement palpable as Kit changed position again.

He turned his body, his arms twisting around and he pulled with a horrific scream until a loud crack echoed around the room and Kit cried out in pain, falling to the floor. He let out a loud, pained grunt as he cradled his broken hand and brought it to his chest.

“KIT!” Ambrose screamed up the stairs, but Kit barely heard it, the world swimming in front of him as blood poured from his wrists. A hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked him to his feet. Kit stumbled into a standing, his feet stumbling and fumbling over each other as he was pushed forward.

They stopped just before the stairs and a door was opened in front of him. All he saw was white before he was shoved in and Kit went sprawling, his hands out to catch him and he screamed.

“JUDE YOU FUCKING— I SWEAR TO GOD, NO GET OFF ME, NATE!”

“You have sixty seconds,” Jude said sweetly. “I’ll even close the door for you.”

Kit blinked, pain vignetting his vision. His blood coated the tiles with a putrid crimson, oh, he was in a bathroom. Right.

He had needed to pee…

Kit grabbed the edge of something white with his good hand and started to pull himself up, blinking away the pain, his body numbed to feeling. His teeth chattered as he looked around, searching for the toilet. Just in front of him… he would— he could make that.

Bloody handprints smeared the walls as Kit made his way over, the handcuffs still locked around his good wrist. It was an effort to unbutton his pants, but he felt so much better after peeing. Like his hand wasn’t mangled right now.

When he saw his face in the mirror over the sink he recoiled, disgusted. He wasn’t pale, he was white. White as the bathroom tiles, almost see through, his skin translucent and stretched taut over the bones in his face. His skin was breaking out in red sores and his eyes were veined with that luminous red lightning stretching like branches across his face.

He looked like a monster.

Like something from a ghost story.

He washed his good hand and glanced down at his mangled one, a heavy, warm feeling turning in his stomach that he swallowed as he grabbed his bad arm and forced it under the cold water. He cried out, biting his cheek and lips to dampen the sound but he abandoned that all together when the water hit his thumb and he cried out.

“Times up, drama queen,” Jude said, opening the door. Kit looked at him with wet eyes, a shivering, pale mess, like a cancer patient or a terminally sick man. Was he going to die with this red lightning? Was that his future? He didn’t…

All of sudden Jude was in front of him, turning off the tap and grabbing Kit by the hair, yanking him out behind him. “Fuck, ow! Let me go! Stop! Let me—”

“Go?” Jude asked, coming to a sudden stop. “Gladly.”

With a strong swing, Jude dragged Kit in front of him and then kicked Kit in the hip and Kit fell. Only he didn’t stop. His elbow hit one stairs, his head following, his feet going over his head, hitting his knee, his ankle, his bad hand and he gasped as he rolled and bounced and tumbled until he stopped and he whimpered at the bottom, coughing, trying to get some air back in his lungs.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Ambrose seethed and Kit was vaguely aware of a struggle but his brain wasn’t cooperating enough help him fill in the gaps. He wheezed as he put his good hand under him, still wet from the water and it slid across the floor and he fell again. Pathetic.

Weak.

He can’t even lift his head, god, what would Mentor think of him like this? If he saw him now? His second chance? His strong legacy? Would he turn away like he did to Ambrose? Would he throw him out and tell him to never come knocking again?

���Kit, hey,” a pair of black eyes met Kit’s, but even holding a gaze seemed too monumental a task. “It’s okay. You’re fine. I’m going to get you up, okay?”

Kit hummed in pain. Ambrose took it as assent. He hooked an arm around Kit’s waist and grabbed his bad arm at the elbow, putting Kit’s arm over his shoulder. Kit moaned wetly as his hand bounced off Ambrose’s shoulder as the villain stood the two of them up. Kit put weight on his leg and one of his ankles folded and he gasped as he crumbled, but Ambrose kept him up.

“It’s okay. Hey, it’s okay. I got you. Come on, it’s okay,” Ambrose said as he walked Kit to a chair at the dining table. “You’re fine. Come on. It’s okay.”

Kit was openly crying but he didn’t care. He was exhausted and starving and humiliated and in pain, he wanted someone to be nice to him. Even if Ambrose did torture him before, he needed, no he craved the kindness now and he would take it from anybody. His life has been too hard lately, he just wants something nice, something soft.

“There,” Ambrose said, gently depositing Kit in a chair. Kit shivered as Ambrose let go of him. Before Ambrose could step away, Kit’s good hand shot across his body and grabbed Ambrose’s sleeve. Ambrose stiffened beside him. “Hey, Kit— it’s—”

“Oskar.” Nathan said, his voice commanding, and Kit whimpered. He tightened his fingers in Ambrose’s sleeve, begging without speaking for Ambrose not to leave him. Silver eyes cut into Kit’s face. He trembled and shut his eyes, turning his head into Ambrose’s arm. “Come here, now.”

“Nate, please, he’s—”

“Do you want me to let Jude come and break you up?”

Kit tightened his grip and whimpered again. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, please, please,” he said as Ambrose took his hand and plucked it off his sleeve. “Ambrose please, don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving, I’m just sitting over here, okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Anything else happen to me, Kit corrected silently.

Ambrose’s shoulders wound tight at that, but he continued walking past Nate to a seat at the opposite end of the table. It wasn’t a big table, but in Kit’s current state, it would take him years to cross it or reach safety. All he could do was shake in his chair like a fucking chihuahua.

Kit’s eyes slid to Nathan’s silver that were fixed on him, swirling slowly like mercury. It made Kit motion sick. “I’m guessing we don’t have to restrain you, do we?”

“F-f-fuck you.” Kit spat. The effort pulled a cough from his chest, he doubled over the table and gasped. He could feel the beginnings of a nosebleed trickle down his nose, warm and sticky on his face as it ran over his lips.

“Mmm, I’m terrified, little hero.” Nathan said as he turned away and walked to the other end of the table, pulling out the seat directly opposite Kit. He sat down in his chair and reached his hand out to grab Ambrose’s hand in his.

Kit glanced at Ambrose who stiffened, but allowed Nathan to lift his hand and press a possessive kiss to his knuckles. “It’s so nice to get to know your new friend, Oskar. Tell me. How did you two meet?”

Kit steadied himself and sat back in the chair, resting his head against the soft cushion. The room was swirling in front of his eyes, everything hazy and a little too bright so he closed his eyes but that didn’t help the wooziness that followed and made him feel worse.

“Work,” is all Ambrose replied. Kit opened his eyes again at the answer.

Amused mercury eyes found Kit’s. Nathan rubbed his thumb over the back of Ambrose’s knuckles. “Did you try to stop the great Omen, Kit?”

Kit didn’t answer. He just stared. A small searing ring started to echo in the back of Kit’s mind as Ambrose lurched forward and wrapped two hands around Nathan’s. The ringing stopped as Nathan turned to Ambrose, smiling a little sadly at him.

“Don’t. He won’t be able to handle anymore pain!” Ambrose said, his voice pleading.

“So?” Nathan asked, reaching his free hand up to brush Ambrose’s dark curls away from his eyes. “What do I care if he dies?”

“If you kill him, I’ll leave.” Ambrose snapped. That seemed to suck all air from the room. If Kit wasn’t lightheaded before he certainly was now. Nathan’s expression was as calm as the eye of a storm, but even here Kit could feel his cold fury at Ambrose’s ultimatum.

Nathan sat back in his chair, pulling his hand from Ambrose’s. His eyes flickered to Kit, then to Ambrose and back to Kit before he smiled. “I see. That’s how it is, is it?”

“Yes,” Ambrose snapped. “That’s how it is.”

Nathan let out a small, humourless chuckle. His eyes glinted like gunmetal as he pushed back on the table, wood scraping against wood. Ambrose stood too.

“Nate—”

“Sit down, Ambrose.”

“Wait, what’re you—” the wind was knocked from Ambrose’s lungs as he was thrown heavily into his chair. The wood bent like liquid around his arms and hardened again as Nathan started towards Kit. “Nate! Stop, wait. I’m sorry— I won’t—”

“No, Oskar, you’re right.” Nathan said. Kit clicked his fingers below the table, but all he could generate was a measly spark with the cuffs still locked around one hand. He was too weak. “I don’t want to kill the boy, do I? But that’s okay. We can rough him up as much as we like. I can give him to Jude as a toy and tell him to bring him to the brink of death over and over and over again.”

“Nathan!” Ambrose cried, grunting as he struggled to break his wooden shackles.

Nathan grabbed Kit’s broken hand and squeezed. Kit screamed, crying out as he tried to escape or push Nathan off of him. Nathan turned to Ambrose.

“Nathan, stop! Please!”

“Hush, you worry too much. Look, I can do this.”

The sound of bones breaking echoed through Kit’s skull and he roared as his body repaired itself. He could feel his body stitch itself back together artificially, the heat of his cells and blood working overtime as he writhed under Nathan’s touch.

After what felt like an eternity Nathan released him and Kit’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He slipped from the chair, boneless, his head slapped off the wooden floor and he woke again, moaning in pain. He reached a hand up to his temple and he shivered when he realised that was his broken hand. The hand Jude forced him to rip from the cuffs.

Kit turned, his body moving like molasses, sludge-like and slow, as he turned onto his back and scrambled back from Nathan who was advancing towards him again.

“Nathan! The trauma on his body will kill him! His heart—” Ambrose stammered, struggling in hushed wooden prison. “He can’t take another healing like that in such a short amount of time.”

“Oh don’t worry, Osk.” Nathan said, smiling shark-like down at Kit. Kit’s heart stuttered in his chest as he clicked his fingers but nothing. Fucking! STUPID CUFFS! FUCK!

“Don’t come near me,” Kit yelled. “You fucking psychopath! Let us go!”

Nathan stopped advancing as Kit’s back hit something solid. He froze, his chest rising and falling erratically. He didn’t recognise the solid thing behind him was a pair of legs until knees were bending into his shoulders and he jerked away. Kit threw himself to the side on his hands and knees and pushed himself up, running towards Ambrose’s chair and pulling at the wooden beams locking his arms down.

“Kit, I’ll be fine,” Ambrose said, his voice sounded strangely gentle and pleading. “Go! Just—”

“Kiiiiiiiiiiitttt,” and Kit swayed on his feet. Ambrose turned his head and said something but the words turned to water and slipped through his fingers like a sieve, unable to catch them or decipher them.

A hand grabbed his face and turned him to look into dark green eyes and Kit snapped out of his trance, smacking Jude’s hands away and grabbing the free cuff in his fist before sending a punch straight to Jude’s jaw. Then his nose.

The maniac stumbled back, blood dripping from his face but Kit didn’t give him an inch and stepped in again, clicking his fingers with one hand while he punched Jude in the eye this time and the villain screamed as something squelched. Lightning sparked in Kit’s fist and he channeled it into the hand with the cuff and grabbed Jude with his free hand, going for the final blow.

A hand caught his fist and Kit’s eyes shot to Nathan. The veins erupting from his silver eyes were electric purple, and the electricity consumed Kit’s until Kit’s grip on Jude let up. He jerked back, yanking his arm back but Nathan just crushed his hand around Kit’s until Kit’s wrist bent under the sheer strength.

“OKAY! Okay! Fuck!” Kit screamed, folding with his arm to his knees but Nathan didn’t relent.

“Nate! Nate, please! Stop!” Ambrose cried frantically. “Please! Leave him alone!”

“Just who is this kid to you, Oskar?!” Nathan demanded, kicking Kit onto his back and stomping on his chest. “Why do you care about him so much?!”

“Because he’s— he— fuck,” Ambrose yelled, slamming his head back on the chair. “He’s…”

“He’s?”

“I don’t know!” Ambrose snapped. Kit’s eyes went to Ambrose, brows coming over his eyes. What the fuck was Ambrose talking about? “Mentor adopted him when I left, Nate.”

Nathan froze above Kit. His head snapped to Ambrose and he got off of Kit. It wasn’t like Kit could move, he could feel a telekinetic energy rippling above him like a barrier, keeping him pinned but he could turn his head to Ambrose and Nathan.

Nathan’s eyes were hard, his brows lowered slightly and pinching together in something like concern. Nathan grabbed Ambrose’s chin and forced Ambrose to look at him. “What?” Nathan demanded, breathless.

“I didn’t know,” Ambrose said. “I didn’t know it when I met Kit, but— it’s true.”

For a long, tense moment, Nathan said nothing, just stared, his eyes searching Ambrose’s face for something, anything.

“Oh Oskar,” Nathan said with a sigh, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Ambrose’s forehead. Silver eyes glanced down to Kit. “We can kill him together if you like.”

“No!” Ambrose said quickly. Kit’s heart thundered against his ears, his blood rushing through his body quickly, preparing his muscles for a fight. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Then what is it, Osk?” Nathan asked, leaning back and cupping Ambrose’s cheeks with both of his hands, forcing Ambrose to look at him. “What is it about this fucking kid that would make you sacrifice everything for him? This isn’t you. You’re not a hero.”

“This isn’t about being a hero!” Ambrose protested.

“Isn’t it?” Nathan challenged. “You think if you can save this kid that maybe it will change how your father looks at you?”

Ambrose didn’t hesitate. “No.”

“You’re lying, Oskar.”

“I already took everything from him, Nate!” Ambrose snapped. Kit flinched on the ground. Everything from him? How much did Kit have to offer? Not much, if everything meant that Kit’s life was already used and ruined by Omen.

Wasn’t it though?

Kit didn’t even struggle to fight the barrier holding him anymore. He was tired, he realised. Tired of fighting to try and not get hurt, to try and stop people hurting him. He didn’t want to be used as leverage against Ambrose anymore. He’d rather Ambrose just kill him.

He should have just killed him…

Kit…

Kit didn’t acknowledge Ambrose in his head. He just lay flat and stared at the ceiling. Had all his fighting been for nothing? Was he destined to die at the hands of a villain? A supervillain?

Maybe his golden years were the ones he spent with Mentor, and he already knew during that time, even that happiness would end. He wasn’t born to be happy. He wasn’t built for happiness. Some people just weren’t. That’s okay.

Kit, if I knew… If I could take it all back…

Kit just stared at the ceiling above him. It didn’t matter. None of it… he cast his eyes down to his forearm, looking at the scars there, Ambrose’s special ownership. Like a collar on a dog, something that would be there for a long time, longer than Kit would like.

What was he if not just a chew toy for stronger people to use and abuse however they wanted? Make him do whatever they wanted him to? Jude… Ambrose… Nathan.

They were all the same level of strong.

God. Kit was such an idiot. He didn’t realise he was crying until a hot drop dripped onto his cheek and he flinched.

He should have never joined the Academy. He should never have let his head be filled with ideals of being a hero, a fucking Hero?! Against villains like these? He couldn’t even fight back without being slapped into last week by one of them, or forcing himself to torture himself for their sick, sadistic pleasure.

Silver eyes leaned over Kit, staring down at him with a hard look on his face. Kit stared back, blinking blankly up at the villain. He straightened and snapped his fingers with a sigh. The sound of wood creaking snapped Kit out of his spiralling thoughts and then black eyes were above him.

“Kit, hey.” Ambrose said, slapping his face lightly. Kit turned his head away.

“Just take him to a room,” Nathan said. “A proper room. I’ll lock the door once you leave, Oskar.”

“Can I—?”

“Do what you like,” Nathan said with a sigh. Kit ignored the conversation as Ambrose pulled him to his feet. Ambrose glanced over his shoulder at Nathan.

“Thank you, Nate.”

Nathan turned away. “No problem, darling.”

“Really,” Ambrose said. “Thank you.”

Kit didn’t care about whatever moment the two bastards were sharing. He just wanted to be dead, to be killed. He wanted Ambrose to just join Nathan and team up against him already, make him regret ever being born.

Fuck… he…

“Kit, please,” Ambrose whispered quietly. Kit didn’t answer. He just kept walking.

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yayy that's great cause i have a murasakibara request 👉🏻👈🏻 him and the reader are in the same class but aren't really close. one day the reader brings some gummies and sneakily eats them in class and murasakibara sees them cause he sits near and asks for some. they end up on a competition with who can bring the most ridiculous snacks to class (and sharing them) without being caught and then they kind of go on a date or smth fluffy at the end. thank you if you decide to write it 🖤

Sharing is Caring

murasakibara x reader

contains- fluffy fluff (hopefully)

word count- ??? (i’ll keep track next time)

i’m horrified of writing a character wrong so i studied up on him... i hope you like this i tried to make it fluffy and cute but uh yeah enjoy! :3 (lol not me getting too lazy to indent as the story goes on 😅)

You keep your gaze forward to look at the chaulk board, slowly slipping gummies into your mouth when your teacher wasn’t looking.

However, someone else had noticed.

A psst startles you and you quickly hide all evidence of the candy in your sweater pocket. You hear another longer and louder PSSSST, this time making you turn around. You look up to see Murasakibara.

What does he want?

After all, you’ve been sitting beside him since the beginning of the year and you guys never spoke a word to each other. Honestly, you’d be lying if you had said he didn’t slightly scare you, he’s a giant with purple hair.

lLooking at you suspiciously, he says, “I saw you eat candy... Can I have some?”

You just look at him incredulously. All he wants is a gummy?

“Um... Uh... sure.”

You quickly hand him a gummy and he smiles.

“Thank you... Wait what’s your name?” he starts to think with a blank face while you just sit there in disbelief.

“y/n.” You reply still in shock. Again, he’s been sitting next to you for months.

“Oh right,” he says with a smile “y/n-chin.”

You notice something in his pocket, something shiny and colorful...

“Hey but now that I gave you candy, don’t you think you should share yours?”

He looks at you, then squints, then frowns.

“Fine.” He said with a puff.

He reaches into his pockets and passes you a candy. You grin and thank him.

“Hm looks like you aren’t as sneaky as me though.”You say with a sly smile.

He narrows his eyes and you think you should’ve just stayed quiet.

“I am way more sneaky then you, y/n-chin, you got caught!”

“Not by the teacher, and I caught you too!”

“We’ll see about that.”

Tap. Tap.

You both look up to see your teacher, visably annoyed.

The next day, you sit down and see Murasakibara grinning like a psycho. He gestures his lap and you see a box of popsicles.

“You’re a mad man,” you start, “they’re gonna melt.”

He freezes for a moment, then quickly opens a package and shoves the popsicle into his mouth, biting it like a heathen. You try to stifle your laughter, but a few giggles are let out, the rest of the class turns towards you. You blush but then realize that he had already finished the popsicle and was moving on to the next one.

Looking at him wide eyed you ask, “How? What? I’m so lost.” You say stuttering.

He sticks out his tongue and declares his victory, “Are you sad that I beat you?”

You just look up at him and smile. You’ll show him.

For the next few weeks you two bring in snacks, often eating them together, trying to see who would get caught first. One day you bring in a bunch of bags of chips, another, he brings in boxes of Pocky. This goes on for a while, you two getting riskier and riskier when it comes to the amount of snacks brought, when you ate them, or just the snack itself.

About a month later, Murasakibara decides to bring a bag of candy, hard candy, with the wrappers twisted on the sides.

You scoff, “Unless you have like ten bags of those, they are NOT going to beat yesterday.”

Yesterday, you brought in a small container of jam and bread to make a sandwich. How bold.

He had no response to that... strange. At this point, you knew him well enough to know that he’d normally get aggravated after getting provoked.

“Whatever.” He says dismissively, “Try this one it’s my favorite flavor.”

He hands you a candy wrapped in red plastic with a strawberry design on it. With a small smile, you unwrap the candy to find a rolled up piece of paper. You glance up to see him staring at you. You unravel the note and start reading.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You whip your head up, him looking at you expectantly.

“Hmm, I guess I will.” You say as your smile widens.

He pouts slightly.

“I was joking! I’d love to Murasak-”

“Ahem.” Your teacher clears their throat, but it’s clearly aimed at you two from accords the room. “This is your first warning.”

Slightly embarrassed, your faces reddens.

“Atsushi,” he whispers, looking down.

“Hm?” You didn’t hear him that well “Can you repeat yourself?”

“Atsushi, my name it’s Atsushi.” he says louder looking away from you.

“I can’t wait... now give me more candy, sharing is caring Atsushi!”

random a/n- i had to re-edit everything because i forgot to press save 😐 i hope this is what you were hoping for :)) OH and i couldn’t think of a date that made me satisfied so if i do eventually i’ll just make a part 2!

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Do I owe her the truth?

Summary: (Hermione x Gender Neutral Reader) Should Y/n tell the truth to Hermione no matter the consequences? 

Words: 5223

A/N: Let me know what y’all think. I’m sorry I having been writing a lot but I figured you deserve something for waiting for so long. Thank you for being patient. You all are the best!!

According to the great philosopher Kant, one must always do the nature of the good principle regardless of the outcome. Simply put, even if a killer was knocking on the door and asking for your friend, you must answer with the truth of their location. Although a lot argue over philosophies, Y/n simply minded their business. They figured that they have their whole life to sort out what good things they must do and bad things they must keep away. However, a bright witch among their age, made them question every single good and bad thing they had sorted out in life. Because on the very most important day of Hermione’s life, Y/n pondered the question, “Do I owe her the truth?”

The story starts out small like any simple home. You must start with a bit of foundation and the right material for it to be built. So, when Y/n transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, the very first student they were introduced to was Hermione Granger.

Walking around the halls, Y/n found themselves slightly amazed at the walls of the castle. From the decorations, to the hallways, its scenery, and even its people were more amazing than of Ilvermorny. “Right this way.” Professor McGonagall led the young sorcerer to the very Great Albus Dumbledore. Y/n had only read of the magnificent things Professor Dumbledore has done for the wizarding world and was only slightly scared to meet her current headmaster. While opening the vastly large door, Y/n slowly followed Professor McGonagall in. At the sound of the doors opening, a booming but soft voice uttered, “Ah there you are! Do come sit.” Walking up the stairs, Y/n sat at the seat in front of his desk. Sweaty palms and nervous thoughts clouded their mind. “It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts. I know you must be eager to survey the school so I will make this brief.” With a slight pause, Dumbledore had signaled for McGonagall to leave. “As a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts, let me first assign you your house.” Quickly, a hat that looked as if it lived through many ages, was placed on Y/n’s head. “Fierce loyalty like no other to those she cares about why you must be HUFFLEPUFF!”

The hat was taken off as quickly as it was placed. Soon, a new attire was placed on her lap. “Here is your new schedule that corresponds with what you should be learning now. I took great liberty to consult with your headmaster about your curriculum. They talk highly about you in regards to your academics and wizarding abilities.” Y/n blushed at the sound of the compliment. They weren’t used to the praise given to them. “To make sure you are consistently tested, I made sure to put you in classes with one of the brightest witches of your age – ah and here she is.” Y/n turned around and suddenly timed slowed down. A girl with red and black robes entered the room as if she already owned it. It was the confidence that surrounded her aura the most, but Y/n had noticed more of the beauty that she shows.

“This young witch is Hermione Granger.” Leaping to their feet, Y/n stood up to shake Hermione’s hand. “Y/n Y/l/n.” Hermione gave a small smile and sat next to Y/n as Dumbledore had briefly explained the rules of the school. “Ah – I believe that takes care of everything. Ms. Granger please give our newest student a welcoming tour around the school. I have already informed your teachers of your absence. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Other than that, welcome to Hogwarts.”

The two young students left the office and went to the nearest bathroom. While Y/n changed to their new robes, Hermione had fiddled with her hands. “Not to intrude, but you must be extremely smart.” Y/n was buttoning their shirt when Hermione had answered the question. Good thing she couldn’t see them otherwise Hermione would have seen how red Y/n turned. Scratching their neck, Y/n replied, “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, it’s not a guess rather a fact. You happen to have been put with some of the most difficult classes Hogwarts can currently offer for our year. That’s not something every new student experiences.” It was the way Hermione had said it as a matter of fact that made Y/n blush more. Exiting the stall, Hermione turned around and saw that they had their tie around their neck. “Need help?” Hermione said while pointing at their tie.

Once again Y/n blushed and nodded. Hermione was quick to get close to Y/n and started to tie their tie. “I do have to warn you though. There’s not a lot of competition when it comes to academics in Hogwarts. Don’t get me wrong, there is certain bright students, but none seem to come close.” Tightening the tie, Hermione looked into Y/n eyes. It was the first time she noticed how deep they looked. Regardless of their color, they were enchanting as well. “However, you seem to be my closest competition. So, I will have to take every chance I can get to beat you.” Y/n chuckled at the bright young witch in front of them. Hermione backed away after realized how close they were and cleared her throat. “Don’t take it as a laughing matter. Academics are truly important to me.”

Y/n had put their hands up in defense. “Don’t worry…I just find it funny that you think it’s going to be easy to compete with me.” Y/n smirked at their come back. If you were to ask where the hell that confidence came from, don’t bother. Y/n doesn’t know the answer either. With a similar smirk, Hermione said, “You and I are going to be great together.”

The story continues as the home is built. The next few things needed are the walls and roof.

It was the summer after their third year when Hermione, Harry, and Y/n had spent the summer at the Burrow. Ron had almost forgotten to invite Y/n when Ginny saved the day. The three of showed up at the house all dropping in one by one. Y/n was the last one to drop in, showing up during dinner time. Slowly walking in with trunk in hand, Y/n was met with the sound of their name echoing through the house. Ginny was the first to notice Y/n’s presence and loudly yelled, “Y/n!” Ginny quickly gave Y/n a hug when the echoes came from up the stairs.

“Did someone say Y/n?” George asked.

“Y/n?”

“Are they here?”

“Y/n’s here?!”

Hermione was the last one to ask when a stampede of people came running down the stairs. “Y/n!” One by one, they all started a group hug with Y/n in the middle. “Guys, I can’t breathe.” They all broke apart allowing Y/n to regain air, but was cut off when Molly came swooping in. “Oh, hello dear. I was beginning to worry that you couldn’t make it – are you hungry? You must be starving. I cooked your favorite.” Molly was quick to ramble on and on when Fred had pried the two apart. “Mum, I think Y/n needs oxygen. We’ll go ahead and start setting up the table.”

Molly slightly blushed and smiled at Y/n. “I’m glad that you’re here Y/n. Now come on people, dinner won’t serve itself.” The group was quick to help around the house, working like a well-oiled machine. Soon, everyone was sitting down at the table enjoying their home cooked meal. Y/n was sitting smack dab in the middle between Ginny and Hermione. Across from them were the boys.

Over the course of dinner, plenty of topics arose such as school, quidditch, muggles (only because Arthur can’t get enough), and more. The boys plus Ginny and Y/n couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Hermione butted in about how glad she was that summer finally came. It was especially hard on the girl considering her tight schedule.

After dinner came the night. The house was quiet as the guests separated to their assigned rooms. It just so happens that Hermione and Y/n were assigned Charlie’s old room. If it weren’t for the dragon paraphernalia, Charlie’s room was actually quite neat and well organized. “Going to take a gander but I think Charlie really likes dragons.” Hermione snorted at Y/n’s obviously sarcastic comment. “Oh really? Could’ve mistaken me, I thought he was a quidditch fan.” Jokes aside, the two changed into their sleeping garments and went to bed.

Well Hermione went to bed while Y/n stared at the ceiling deep in thought. It was not until the moon was shining brightly through the window that Y/n realized how late it was. Considering the time, they tried to sleep but failed miserably. After giving up, Y/n laid on their side and faced towards Hermione. Seeing as the young wizard had already spent too much time alone with their thoughts, Y/n poked Hermione’s face until she was awake.

“Hermione. Psssst. Hermione” Y/n whispered as they poked her. “Hermione. Psst.” At the feeling of someone poking her, Hermione swatted their hand away. Seeing Hermione with an annoyed sleeping face was funny to Y/n but being alone sucked more. “Hermione, are you awake?” Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes opened; it was like a fierce dragon was staring into your soul. She looked mad at the fact someone woke her up from her slumber. “What Y/n?”

With an innocent smile, Y/n looked at Hermione and said, “Wanna tell secrets?” Hermione rolled her eyes and faced the opposite way of Y/n. “Go to sleep Y/n. We have to wake up early soon.” Y/n groaned at Hermione’s words. She was right, of course, but Y/n couldn’t go to sleep. Night was always the hardest.

“Come on Hermione.” Y/n received no response from the girl. Only a silent shoulder. Laying on her back and hands behind their head, Y/n looked at the ceiling. “Ya know, I know your secret…at least one of them.” Y/n glanced at Hermione and she still was facing away. “Or maybe two of them. Well, it’s the same secret, it just so happens that two Hermiones happen to share them.” Hermione quickly shot up and faced towards Y/n to see them smirking. “It’s not that hard to tell that a bright witch like you can’t be in two classes at once, but somehow you were.” Hermione grabbed her pillow and proceeded to hit Y/n with it. “Don’t you dare tell a soul Y/n Y/l/n. I won’t be afraid to hex you.”

Y/n grabbed the pillow and threw it back at the witch, making sure to aim at her face. “Well maybe next time, try not to be in two places at once. It sure threw me off when I had to drop off a note for the Professor only to have found you in a different class. And after I returned, you were still at the same spot I left you.”

“Unbelievable. I knew I should have volunteered to do that, but you just had to be faster than me.” Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up against the bed frame. Y/n followed suit and did the same thing. There was still an obvious smirk on their face. After a couple minutes, the silence broke. “Well, are you going to tell me your secret since you exposed mine?”

“Well Ms. Grainger lets see what secret you get to hear today.” Pondering for a moment, Y/n tried to think of information that no one knew, something of equivalently as important such as time traveling. “I got it! However, you have to promise me that you won’t tell a soul not even Crookshanks.” Y/n held out their hand with only their pinky in the air. Hermione looked them in the eye as she said, “I promise.” They locked pinkies as Y/n said, “I think I like girls.”

Hermione blinked for a couple seconds which only led devasting thoughts in Y/n’s mind. It didn’t take long, but she responded with, “Oh for Merlin’s sake. If you’re going to tell me a secret Y/n, at least make it to something that isn’t so painfully obvious.”

Hermione broke the gaze as Y/n stared in disbelief. “Don’t look so surprised. Just as you said, maybe next time try not to be caught staring at every single girl in Hogwarts.”

Gulping down their fear, Y/n said, “You don’t mind?” Hermione shook her head. “Nope. Not one single bit. You’re still the same, just love who you love except for racists and he who shall not be named. Well there’s a list. As long as they’re not genuinely bad people and you can see them joining SPEW, then I approve.”

Y/n looked at the girl beside her in amazement and wonder. They continued the conversation as the night grew, telling even more daring secrets as the previous. But one secret did remain with Y/n that night, it was their everlasting crush on Hermione Jean Granger.

The second to last thing a home needs is the spark to light the fireplace as well as the furniture. That way the home can feel as warm and as safe to those that harbor in it.

It was a winter wonderland at Hogwarts. Students were preparing to travel back home to their respective families. However, a group of students decided to spend the last weekend at Hogsmeade before leaving the next day. Right now, they had crowed the room at The Three Broomsticks with laughter, joy, and happy memories. The air was filled with a different type of warmth, one that felt safe and even like a second home. Everyone was talking so loudly within small groups, it was hard to even feel alone. Ginny and Y/n were standing near the fire talking when Fred had grabbed the attention of the room. “Everyone. Everyone. I propose a game. Let’s do a simple muggle game called truth or dare.” Everyone in the group oood as they knew where this was going to lead. They would start with a couple truths before someone breaks the ice with a good dare. Typically, the twins were the ones to propose the dare, but not a lot could compete. “Whoever cannot complete the truth or dare shall lose. Completion allows you to stay,” George had added.

The group sat in a tight makeshift circle that almost took up all the chairs and tables provided. “I’ll start. Harry, who was the last person you snogged?” All eyes were now on the chosen one. Everyone could see his nervousness, but everyone knew he would never want to be the first one out. “Draco.” Certain eyes went wide, but Y/n simply went unphased since she somewhat caught the two making out in between classes. “No questions. Neville, is your crush in this room?” Neville immediately turned red at the question and was the first one to back out. There were small boos mainly coming from the twins. “Since Neville backed out, lets go with the person to his right, Ron. Is your crush in this room?” Ron had the same reaction as Neville but had looked at the ceiling to refrain from giving away his crush. “Yes.” Everyone looked among each other trying to figure out who it could possibly be. “Don’t even try asking who it is. Ginny since you’re bloody enjoying this, did you and Y/n ever snog?” Y/n and Ginny both went wide eyed causing the group to lean a little bit closer to the two. What added more was at how everyone knew how close the two were. Not wanting to entirely answer the question, Ginny backed out the circle causing more booing from the crowd. “What a buzzkill. However, lets just ask the second-best person. Well Y/n, have you snogged my sister?”

Y/n looked at the crowded but had kept glancing towards Hermione. Although it was a simple question, Y/n hadn’t wanted to entirely answer it. You see, Ginny and Y/n did kiss before, but it was an accident. There was a bump, a stumble, then a fall, and then an accident kiss. It didn’t mean anything to the two of them, plus Y/n felt like her heart might’ve been for somewhere. So, Y/n had followed Ginny in the same manner and backed out the circle. “Oh bloody hell! You two have a knack to keep this stupid mystery alive.” They both rolled their eyes at Ron and watched the game continue. What Y/n failed to realize was how affected a certain witch was at their answer.

The game dwindled down until there was three left and unironically it was the golden trio that had made it this far. It was a little surprising for Y/n that Hermione had made it this far. Majority of the time, Hermione would be among the first to decline doing a truth or dare. “I’m sorry Hermione, but I must win. So, I dare you to kiss Ron.” It was something about the dare that made Y/n’s stomach turn. Their mood soured so quickly that they almost felt sick. Slightly tapping Ginny’s back, Y/n whispered in her ear, “Hey, I’m gonna head outside real quick. I don’t feel so good.” Ginny gave a concerned look. She was going to say something back, but Y/n was already out the door with their hand clutching their stomach.

Besides Ginny, Hermione was the only other person that noticed Y/n had left. In her line of sight, she saw past Ron and briefly seen them leave in distress. The deafening chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” didn’t register with her. The only thing running through Hermione’s mind was Y/n. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this dare guys.” Quickly getting out the circle, the chants stopped, and the game continued to declare the winner. Hermione excused herself and made her way outside. She made sure to grab hers and Y/n’s coat. “What an idiot. It’s freezing cold out there.”

Stepping out the tavern, Hermione saw various witches and wizards pass by. Some she knew and some she didn’t. Walking further out, Hermione grew frustrated after not quickly finding her friend. “Where the hell are you?” Walking around further, she saw an outline of a person. Clearly, they had no coat on with how much they were shivering. Hermione walked closer to the figure and realized it was Y/n. “For someone so bloody smart, you are such an idiot.” Hermione accidentally wrapped her own coat around Y/n. She didn’t realize she had instinctively put on her best friend’s coat. Y/n chuckled, but it was cut short due to the freezing weather. Hermione sat down beside them and focused on the view in front of them. There was a small silence between the two as they had people watched. Hermione almost forgot why she even went outside in the first place. She shook her head remembering her thought, “Are you okay? I saw you leave in a hurry.”

Y/n glanced at Hermione, giving her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I think my stomach was just feeling off. I went outside to get better air.” Hermione looked in their eyes and was quick to call bullshit. “Better air? It’s absolutely freezing out here. Even Merlin themselves wouldn’t want to be outside this weather. So why don’t you tell me the real truth? And if you lie Y/n, I will not hesitate to read your mind.” Y/n gulped at the sound of her threat. They glanced back out into the view in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Y/n nervously replied with, “During your dare, I suddenly felt…sick…I don’t know why but my stomach felt so knotty and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So, I left.” Y/n glanced back at Hermione and immediately noticed the look on her face. It was intense and serious. Suddenly, something in the air felt different. It was getting hotter and hotter regardless of the snow falling around them.

“Can I kiss you?” Hermione asked in such a small whisper. A lump appeared in Y/n’s throat. They didn’t know what to quite say. They never really thought about what their feelings meant towards Hermione, but then again, everyone practically knew that Y/n and Hermione were in love with each other. Y/n just happened to be the biggest dumbass when it comes to realizing their feelings for others. But here Y/n was. They weren’t answering the question, but felt themselves leaning in. The two closed their eyes and was slowly leaning in. Hermione felt her heart beating so fast that she was certain it would explode, but she didn’t care. She knew that for so long, she wanted this.

However…the moment never arrived. It was cut off from a distant yell, “Y/n!” The two quickly separated and looked at different directions. Suddenly Hermione took it a step further and slightly moved away from Y/n. “There you are – I’ve been looking every where for you!” Ginny jogged up to the duo, noting the awkward tension that emerged. “We have to go back to the castle, I’ll explain on the way.” The red head dragged away her best friend while giving a small nod towards Hermione.

When they were far enough and half way towards the castle, Ginny explained the dire situation. “It’s your parents Y/n, you have to go home. An owl was sent towards the tavern. Here, you’re going to want to read this.” Ginny handed Y/n the letter. After reading it, Y/n’s stomach dropped. “I have to get home.” Ginny sent them a look. “Clearly dumbass. Come on, let’s get your stuff.” It was eerie quiet between the two since the situation had escalated. Y/n’s parents were in trouble and needed Y/n’s help.

Back at Hogsmeade, Hermione didn’t quite know what to feel. She was so close to kissing her crush, but Ginny just had to ruin the moment. The same person she was somewhat certain had Y/n’s heart. Asking the younger lad to kiss her took all the courage Hermione had, and here she was slightly heartbroken that she was gone. So deep in thought, Hermione didn’t notice Ron sit next to her until he said something. “Hey.”

“I need you to explain to Hermione that I’m sorry.” Ginny sighed. She slightly felt guilty for ruining the moment, but time was precious and something Y/n very much needed now. “I know you saw what was going to happen, but I don’t even know what I was doing.” Closing their trunk, Y/n stood up and looked at Ginny. “I do know that I also need to realize what I feel for Hermione. For a lot of my life, I thought I just had a deep love for her. I guess now it might be even deeper.” Ginny walked up and gave Y/n a bone chilling hug.

“I’ll try my best, but she’s definitely going to want to hear it from you.” They separated. Y/n saw the tears forming in Ginny’s eyes. “I’m going to bloody miss you. Please be safe in America and you better send me an owl at least once every two weeks.” Y/n gave Ginny and small salute and crossed their heart.

“I will Ginny. Besides, I need you to deliver all the letters I write for Hermione. I really gotta figure this out.” With one last hug and a small punch to Y/n’s shoulder, the young student left Hogwarts on to the next ride to America. The letter was still clutched in her hand and in it was detailed the long passage of how to save Y/n’s parents from the very people chasing after them. Y/n didn’t quite know how long it was going to take to save their parents, but they could only hope Hermione could understand. “Please wait for me.” Y/n whispered to Hermione in particular, but the younger witch didn’t hear those words. Instead, Hermione heard comforting words from a different red head.

The last thing a home needs is the very people that should live in it. It needs family, friends, and most certainly you and me.

Y/n stood, pacing around the bathroom. They knew time was running out, it was now or never. “Why? Why? Why? Why?” Y/n stood still and pinched the bridge of their nose. Eyes closed, Y/n pondered more and more about all of the things they didn’t do. How could they have let this go on for this long? Why did they let it go on for this long? Deep in thought, Y/n didn’t notice a certain ginger walk into the bathroom. “Y/n, what in the bloody hell are you doing there?  Hermione has been calling you and quite worried sick. If it wasn’t her big day, I would have already knocked you out you big prat.”

Y/n glanced at the second most important person of her life. With a heavy sigh, Y/n slid down the wall. Their knees were propped, hands in their face, and heart in their throat. “I don’t know what to do anymore Ginny.” Ginny pursed her lips and looked back out the door, making sure the coast was clear, before locking the door. She laid her small bouquet of flowers on the sink and sat down near Y/n while trying not to mess up her dress.

“Although I love my idiot brother with all my heart…I somehow love you more.” They sat there together knowing where this was going. “I can’t do it Ginny. I really can’t sit there without feeling like my world is crashing apart right in front of my eyes…The worst thing about it is, I can only blame myself for letting it go this long.”

Ginny rested her head on her best friend’s shoulder. She didn’t quite know what to say anymore. Offering her presence and her ear was the only thing left. “I-I-I spent so long in other countries to try and find my parents while trying to find myself. To try and figure out what I feel for her and by the time I have, she’s already engaged to another…And it’s my stupid fucking fault for ever thinking Hermione would wait. I mean why would she? If some other bloke can already provide her happiness, why should she wait for me? For…us?” Y/n hadn’t realized they were crying until their hands suddenly felt wet. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” Y/n said as they wiped their tears. “What is?”

“Knowing I am my own cause for my sadness. I mean who I am to blame Hermione. The girl was only doing what Aristotle says. Because as he said, we all want to be selfishly happy.” Sighing in defeat, Y/n got up and dusted off their attire. Lending their hand out, Ginny got up and did the same manner. “How much time do I got?”

Ginny looked at the clock in the bathroom. “You have five minutes before she needs to be walking down the isle.” With a small smile, Y/n kissed Ginny forehead and said a small goodbye. The two were only going to part ways for merely a bit. After all, Ginny is Y/n’s second-best friend. But here was Y/n, jogging to the very person that was going to forever have their heart.

Standing outside the bride’s room, Y/n silently prayed and opened the door. There she was in all her glory, the bride to be, the love of her life, the Hermione Granger. However, the brunette herself wasn’t feeling so great. With all the stress of wanting the wedding to be perfect, it wasn’t helping that her very best friend was mysteriously disappearing all the time without a single word. She looked up and sighed once she saw who it was. Picking up her dress, Hermione strutted to Y/n as they closed the door behind them. “Do you have any clue how worried sick I have been?”

“I-” With a single motion of Hermione’s hand, Y/n remained silent. “And anytime I happen to need my best friend to calm me down, they’re nowhere in sight. What is wrong with you? This is my special day Y/n and you haven’t been as great of a friend as you should be. So please, enlighten me where have you been running off to that’s sooo important that you need to leave me?” It was those piercing eyes that made Y/n’s heart melt over and over again. It’s those very same eyes that could practically melt the iceberg that hit the titanic. And it’s those eyes that makes Y/n’s world spin again.

“I…I can’t be your friend Hermione.” Y/n’s voice was so soft and so delicate, Hermione almost questioned if her ears were playing tricks. “What are you bloody saying? You’re not making any sense.” And all the remaining courage Y/n could muster up, they held her hands, looked her in the eyes and said, “When I was gone, I learned of this great philosopher named Kant-” “What does this have to-” Hermione saw the silently begging eyes in front of her and shut her mouth. This was serious and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

“He always focused on good principles and always asked about the before of the action. Generally, he believed others should necessarily treat people how they want to be treated. So, a short example is that one should never lie under any circumstances. It does not matter the outcome, but it is simply something you must do. And although I’ve never really believed in absolute, I’ve been asking myself if I should tell the truth. And if people actually deserve to know the truth. So while I thought about it and asked, well what if they deserve the truth, should I still tell them regardless of the outcome? Although I thought I knew a lot of the world, it turns out I only know two things. One is that you deserve to know the absolute truth Hermione and the second is…you are the lie I repeat at night. Because every night I tell I love you, the truth is…I am so in love with you Hermione.”

The world went silent for Hermione. Not even a single pin drop could break the silence for her. Here she was still holding her best friend’s hands as they had just admitted that they were in love with her. “And I’m so sorry Hermione that today of all days was when I told you. I know I had my chances in the letters I sent but I must be honest now because you still deserve the absolute truth. And I’m running out of words to say, because it would be too selfish of me to convince you to run away. So I offer my congratulations Hermione, but I must still run. For then maybe in the blur of life, I can see a small fragment where there could have been you and I.” Y/n kissed Hermione’s forehead as tears may their way down. Letting go of Hermione, Y/n silently walked out the room without turning back because if they had, they would have broken down.

So, while Y/n told Hermione the truth directly. Hermione stood still at the alter with someone who she is most positively certain she loves pondering the very question, “Do I run after the truth?”

[kalimagik]

Not Truly Gone

 Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: ~3,500

A/N: soooo this was supposed to be a fluff piece for Lena’s ( @angelinathebook​ ) writing challenge and the prompts are under fluff, but it turned into angst...I am very very sorry. But, I hope you like it anyways? Feedback is always appreciated! Happy reading guys <3 (also, I’m taking a page out of @obsessedwithrandomthings​ ‘s book. the flashbacks are in italics)

Prompts: (bolded in the text)

6. “I never want to be without you”

7. “I just want you to hold me”

Not my GIF - credits to the owner

She was numb. The world seemed to move around her in blurs. It had been this way for 6 months now. No one existed around her at the funeral except for George and he was just as distant as she was. Nothing seemed to matter as she packed up their apartment. Work was the furthest thing from her mind when she was there. All senses had left her body.

Her family rarely left her alone and Molly made sure to keep Y/N as close to the family as possible, but she had dug herself in this hole that she didn’t know how to escape. Instead of building a ladder to get out, the hole seemed to be getting deeper.

Without Fred Weasley in the world anymore, without him being her whole world, life seemed pointless. Thunder crashed outside of her office window and the sound threw her back to those many nights in Hogwarts when everything seemed simpler.

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Rain battered against the glass window panes. The noise had been so soothing that it was impossible for any Hogwarts student to avoid the relaxing sense that lulled them to sleep. Most students were under the rain’s spell the moment their heads hit their pillows. However, Fred Weasley wasn’t most students.

“Psssst! Love!” Fred whispered through the curtains of her four poster bed. “Move over. I can’t sleep?”

Y/N may have been half asleep, but she still moved over. “You couldn’t sleep so you decided to somehow sneak into my dorm?” She whispered with her eyes still closed. “I don’t even want to know how you got in here.”

“Nothing, not even magic could keep me from you, love.” Fred kissed the side of her head before snuggling up to her. “I’d like to love you forever if you would let me.”

“I’d like that very much,” Y/N breathed out after inhaling Fred’s scent – gunpowder and caramel, an odd combination, but one that Y/N melted into every time.

-

Y/N snapped out of the happy memory when someone walked up to her desk, door slamming behind them. She realized that she had pulled Fred’s sweater from her desk and was trying to get every last bit of the fading gunpowder and caramel that rested on the sleeve.

“Are you busy?” George’s soft voice asked. Y/N lifted her head immediately to take in the state of her fiancé’s twin. His eyes were sunken in and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“I’m never too busy for you, Georgie.” Y/N put on the biggest smile she could muster and threw the sweater back into the drawer, hoping that George hadn’t seen her with it. She’d done a pretty good job of convincing everyone else that she was feeling better, even if she wasn’t.

“Want to go get some dinner? Your boss said that you’ve been holed up in here for hours. Yes, your boss sent me a message, so you can’t turn down my offer. I know you haven’t been eating well.” George explained with eyes that bore into her skull. She couldn’t avoid his gaze.

“You don’t have to worry about me George. I’m fine.”

“You’re as fine as our owl Errol after delivering a letter to Charlie in Romania. You’re not fine. Common, let’s go get some food. I could use the company too if that makes you feel any better.” George turned towards the door. “Oh, you should wear his sweater by the way. That was his favorite one to see one you,” he smirked before leaving her office.

Y/N smiled her first real smile in weeks.

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“Y/N? Love? Have you seen my maroon sweater anywhere? The one I like to wear with my gray shirt?” Fred called out to her, searching every drawer that held his clothes. “Y/N? I’m going to be late to meet George!”

Fred could hear shuffling in the kitchen and digging through the utensil drawer. He left their bedroom to go search the sitting room where he found her sitting on the couch, pint of ice cream in hand and a maroon sweater hanging over her shoulders.

Fred chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe just watching her. “Oh, you meant this sweater?” she asked, mouth full of ice cream.

“Yes, that sweater.”

“And you want it now?” Her eyebrows raised in disappointment. She placed her ice cream on the arm of the couch, sliding the sweater off her arms.

“Actually, I think I can find something else to wear.” Fred made his way over to her, sliding the oversized sweater back into place.

“ORRRR…” Y/N elongated with a mischievous smile, “you could let George go do whatever by himself and wear less,” she finished with a wink before stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“You do make a convincing argument,” Fred replied with a hungry look in his eye.

“I think it’s a good idea for George to learn how to get on by himself anyways,” Y/N giggled as Fred started towards her, jumping on top of her with the ice cream forgotten about.

-

“What have you been up to?” Y/N asked George once they finally ducked out of the rain.

“I’ve been in the shop a bit more recently. I’ve started picking up all of the products that Fred had started to design and have had the motivation to finish them. You know how he always would start something and just never finish.” George chuckled at the memory.

“He was like that with everything,” Y/N laughed. “Remember how he only painted half of our apartment. He claimed he wanted to do it without magic and then I found him asleep with paint all over him when I got home. I had to stay up all night finishing!”

“How’s this restaurant?” George asked, stepping in front of a café on Diagon Alley.

Y/N paused and looked up the sign. She’d barely walked this street since she lost him and had been avoiding this restaurant at all costs. George must’ve seen the look in her eyes before he looked up at the name of the restaurant again. “Oh merlin. Y/N, I am so sorry. We can go somewhere else. There are a lot of new restaurants opening up on Diagon Alley recently, we can try one of them!”

Y/N inhaled deeply as she shook her head. “No. This is one of my favorite cafés. Let’s go in. I have to at some point, right?” Y/N led the way through the doors and the soft delicate coloring was just as it was all those months ago.

The hostess led her and George to a table near the front window. She sat down timidly, taking in the ambiance of the restaurant that meant so much to her.

“Good evening!” the waiter smiled as he placed menus in front of the silent pair. “Can I offer you any drinks this evening?”

“I’ll just take a water,” Y/N told him quickly as she felt her brain open the floodgates to the memories.

“Same for me,” George said before turning to Y/N as the waiter walked away. “Are you okay?”

Her breaths quickened as she thought about what day it was. “George, did you know?” she could barely look out. “Did you know that today was the day that we came here…and- and he proposed to me?”

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“I love this restaurant!” Y/N smiled as Fred opened the door for her. She was in her favorite little sundress and even Fred had dressed up for the occasion. “But, it sure is empty in here tonight. Don’t they usually have a long wait?”

“I may have rented out the whole place…” Fred admitted, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the backroom. “I need you to close your eyes though.”

Laughing and shaking her head, Y/N shut her eyes on command. Fred’s strong hands guided her. “Can I open them yet, Freddie?”

“Just give me a second.” His hands let go over hers and Y/N heard him moving around and a little bit of shuffling. Y/N felt her smile grow when she felt the tall boy standing in front of her again. “Okay,” he whispered, “Open your eyes.”

Y/N’s eyes didn’t know where to look first. There were candles and roses and sunflowers all around the room. There was even a magical shimmer that seemed to make all of the lights glitter.

“Fred? What is this?” Y/N gasped, still trying to take everything in.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you.” Fred had not stopped looking into her eyes the entire time, even though she was looking around the room.

“It’s so unexpected.” Her smile grew bigger and bigger every second they stood there. “Why did you do all of this?”

“Do I need a reason to do something for my beautiful girlfriend?”

Y/N shook her head as she looked towards the floor.

“There is a reason though,” Fred said, pulling her attention back to his face. “Y/N, love. I wanted to ask you something.” Fred slowly sunk to one knee, not taking his eyes off of the girl in front of her.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in her chest. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, Freddie?” she whispered.

“Y/N?  I could tell you all of the things about you that amaze me and make me fall in love with you every day, but I would rather show you for the rest of our lives. Love, would you marry me? Nothing would make me happier in the world!”

Y/N’s head just started nodding instinctively. She didn’t even need to think about it. Of course she wanted to marry Fred.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Freddie. Of course I want to marry you!” Y/N got out.

Fred pulled her close to him and kissed her like he never wanted to lose you. “I had a feeling that tonight would be the best night of my life. I never want to be without you and now I don’t have too.”

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“Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay?” Y/N opened her eyes to see George standing over her.

“What? What happened?” she asked sitting up.

“I think you were having a panic attack and then passed out. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that happened today. I never would have brought you here if I did.” George tried to explain as he helped Y/N into a chair.

“It’s not your fault. I thought I was ready for this. Could we maybe just go home?” Y/N asked softly.

“You still haven’t eaten anything yet though.” George pointed out.

“I’m not hungry.”

“No! No, Y/N.” George put his foot down. “I’m trying to get better as much as you are. I’ve noticed each time at family dinners where you fade off to the background after making small talk for a quarter of the evening. I’ve noticed how you push the food around your plate. You never come around with Lee and I anymore. You’re holed up in your office even though I know you’re barely getting any work done. Fred would hate me if I didn’t worry about you right now. And I want to worry about you!” George raised his voice.

Y/N just looked at him, stunned. Everyone had been so careful around her for months, careful not to hit a nerve. But, perhaps they had been doing that with George too and she just hadn’t noticed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N. But you were so full of life and just one of my best friends. I feel like I’ve lost you. I’m not asking you to forget him.” George’s voice dropped to a whisper. “But, I am asking you to keep living your life. He would have wanted you too.”

Y/N nodded, understanding how he felt and knowing that he was right about Fred.

“Will you just talk to me? Get some of what you’re feeling out? We don’t have to stay here. We can go to the apartment above the store and get some takeout. How does that sound?”

Not having any response, Y/N just stood up to follow the red head out of the restaurant.

Once in George and Fred’s old flat, George made Y/N get comfortable on the sofa. He handed her blankets, jumpers, really anything that Fred had touched. He couldn’t bring himself to clean the stuff out yet, so it was all where Fred had left it. He was only there on nights when he worked late because he and Y/N moved in together.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, George.”

“Yes I do. You were supposed to be my sister-in-law, meaning that you will always be my sister-in-law, so it’s now my job.”

Y/N couldn’t stop from chuckling at George’s attempts to cheer her up. “Thank you,” she whispered as she opened the take-out food George sat on her lap.

“Anytime, sis. Want to tell me where your head has been?”

“It’s so hard to think about,” Y/N stuttered. She could feel the tears swelling in her eyes at the thought.

“I know it is, but you’ve listened to me and it really does help. Y/N/N, I know that you were right there. You can’t hold it in.”

“I still have nightmares about it. It plagues my every thought. I’m trapped by the memory and every happy memory takes me right back to it, Georgie.” Her words were barely audible over the sounds coming from Diagon Alley.

“Tell me what happened…” George pushed.

Y/N breathed in deeply. The smell of Fred encased her. The scent made her feel a little stronger and more comfortable. “Fine…” she paused before telling her story.

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Green flashes were going off left and right. Spells could be heard from every direction. More bodies hit the ground each moment, but Y/N couldn’t stop to tend to the fallen. She had to get to Fred.

“Fred? FREDDIE!” she called even though her yells could bring unwanted attention from Death Eaters.

“Over here, love!” he called, a smile still etched on his lips even though he was in the middle of a battle. “This is good fun, isn’t it? Mum would never let us dual properly when we were younger,” he laughed, turning his attention back to the Death Eater in front of him.

“Can we finish this up and get out of here?” Y/N asked as Fred blasted the Death Eater, rendering him unconscious.

“Once I get to blast a few more of You-know-who’s followers. We may never get this chance again!”

Y/N shook her head at how playful her fiancé could be in the midst of a war. Only he could be having fun right now.

“Please come with me now, Freddie?” she pleaded. “We could go elope or something. That would be more fun!” she bargained.

“That sounds bloody brilliant!” Fred responded, shooting a spell past Y/N’s head and hitting a snatcher behind her.

“Thanks for that,” she grinned.

“Anytime, love,” Fred bantered, now close enough to kiss her forehead. “Shall we?”

“Fred! Y/N! Look out!” Percy’s voice came from nowhere. Suddenly a blast so loud shook the whole corridor where the couple was standing. Y/N tried to hold Fred close to her, but he pushed her out of the way, out of the way of the wall that fell where they had been standing.

Y/N’s head shot up the moment she hit the ground. Smoke and rubble was all around her. “Fred? Fred?!” Each time she said his name, there was more and more urgency. Y/N scrambled to pull rocks off of where she had last seen Fred. “No, no, no, no!” she said with each breath.

That’s when she saw his body. She mustered every bit of strength she had to pull him out of the stone. His breaths were shallow and Y/N could see the pain spread across his face. “Don’t worry, Freddie,” she sighed. “You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay. HELP! OVER HERE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Y/N called to whoever would listen.

“No, no, Y/N. It’s okay. It’s my time apparently.”

“No, Fred! I won’t allow it. We have the rest of our lives, remember?” Fred could see the tears push through the grime that covered her face. How could she still be so beautiful like this?

“I just want you to hold me. Can you just hold me, Y/N/N?” he asked as he shut his eyes. His hands had enough strength to stroke her cheek and hair one more time.

Her sobs took over. She couldn’t hear anything around her. She couldn’t see the protective shields being put up as Ron, Percy, Hermione, and Harry entered the scene. Her whole world was right in front of her. Her whole world shattered the moment Fred took his last breath.

“I won’t let go, I won’t let go of you,” Y/N spoke each word in between her sobs. Ron had to pull her away from Fred’s body as Harry and Percy moved him behind the suite of armor. All of this happened around her and she couldn’t feel any of it.

-

“That- that’s horrible. I didn’t know that all happened,” George broke the silence when she finished speaking.

She couldn’t sob, but the tears streaked down her face uncontrollably. She looked up from the cup of water that somehow wound up in her hands to meet George’s sad eyes. The eyes that looked so much like Fred’s.

“I haven’t told anyone else before,” Y/N sniffled. George moved from the chair to next to her on the couch, putting a protective arm around her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“As sad as it was and still is, it was my moment with him. My last moment. I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone. I could just remember him smiling up at me and asking me to hold him like I had asked him so many times before.”

George sat there in silence, just holding his twin’s fiancé. She didn’t know how much she hadn’t needed someone to know what she was going through until her story was heard by George. A weight seemed to be lifted off of her shoulders. She was still sad, but it didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

“I still love him so much, George,” she whispered.

“I know you do. I can still see it in your eyes whenever someone brings him up.”

“I just don’t know how to live without him…”

“Me either, but we will figure it out. He’s not truly gone. We’ll see him again. Mum says this all the time, but it never quite stuck until right now. She always says, ‘we see him in the things that he loved and the things that he used to do, you just have to be willing to look for him.’ That’s why I started working on his inventions again. It makes me closer to him.”

“But, I’m not a prankster like the two of you. Fred and I were always opposites. I don’t have anything like that.”

“Yes, you do,” George assured her. “He loved everything about you. He loved when you picked flowers and arranged them in the kitchen even though he complained about it. He loved when you got in baking moods and made him all sorts of sweets. He purposely half-finished things so that you would help him. I bet if you finished anything that isn’t done yet, you would feel him chuckling behind you.”

Y/N looked to George. “How do you know all of that?” she asked. “I didn’t even know that.”

“He would never shut up about you, but trust me, if you just go back to being you, you’ll feel him because he loved you so much.”

“Thank you, George.”

“Anytime. I’m always here to remind you, just like how you’ve been here for my family. Don’t forget that we all love you nearly as much as he did, so don’t let us lose you too.”

“I won’t.” Y/N actually returned his worried stare with a soft smile and she wasn’t faking it. “He’s still here…” she said more for herself than George. The sadness she felt over Fred’s loss would never go away, but now she could start healing and moving forward with all the happy memories beside her.

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It takes a pack to raise a pup

“This is bad... What am I going to do?!” The gofer nervously paced around the infirmary, clutching the bitten arm in his hand before turning to face the Janitor “Please tell me that this is just a bad joke!” He pleaded “Please tell me that this is just a mistake...”

“Sorry ta break it to ya Bud.” The janitor lowered his cap down in sympathy. “But I ain’t jokin’ and I ain’t wrong about this: dat ova here is definitely a werewolf bite. I should know, I saw what my table an’ chair legs looked like after my first few full moons.”

As this was a very serious situation, he forced himself to hold back his laughter at the intrusive memory of his wife telling him that her solution to keeping him from turning the furnature into his chew toys was to swat his snout with a rolled up newspaper every time he ignored his bones and squeaky toys in favor of the table legs. This resulted in him letting out a noise that sounded like a cough.

“B-but what about my Ma and Grandpa?! They don’t even know that monster stuff goes down in the studio! How am I supposed to explain to them that every month, I’m going to turn into a blood-thirsty monster!?”

“If ya don’t wanna tell ‘em, they don’t have ta know.” Wally shrugged. “A lotta wolves don’t tell even their closest family members.”

“What if my Ma questions why all my clothes are getting ripped up?! What if Grandpa finds out when he sees me turn for the first- Oh no... WHAT IF I BITE THEM?! WHAT IF I EAT THEM AFTER I TURN?! WALLY, WHAT IF I END UP KILLING THEM?!”

Buddy felt sick to his stomach as he slumped down to the floor, Wally sat down next to him and patted his back.

“Hey Buddy, you’re gonna be fine. Trust me! There’s a ton of werewolves here at dis studio, none of us would mind showin’ ya the ropes or givin’ ya some good advice for dealin’ with this. Who knows, it might even be a little fun ta get a new pup in the pack.”

“Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhh...”

The Janitor’s words and smile didn’t reassure the nervous gofer, if anything, hearing that he and Wally weren’t the only wolves in the studio made Buddy wonder if the monster that bit him last week was one of his own coworkers. As he thought about it, The wiry music director who was in a constant state of irritation seemed like he was a good candidate to be the wolf who bit him...

He would be lying if he said he couldn’t imagine the man sinking those sharp teeth of his into a human being’s flesh.

“Buddy, c’mon, look at me. It’s gonna be okay, I’m not gonna lie to you, changing is always scary the first few times but you don’t have to do it alone. I can rally up the pack if ya need all of us or I can just keep this between you and me, but no matta what happens, I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks Wally...” He sighed as he still dreaded what was to come. “How soon can you get them?”

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“Ta-daaaaa! Welcome to werewolves not-so-anonymous!”

Wally unfurled the crudely-made banner as Buddy walked into the break room, Susie clapped, Henry smiled and gave a friendly wave, and Lacie looked bored and unamused but gave a thumbs up and a half smile.

The gofer let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in. Wally alone could’ve been an outlier among werewolves but not all of them. He knew most of these people; the voice actress was hands down one of the most infectiously cheerful people he’d ever met, The Head Artist was a patient and kind man who the gofer looked up to as both an artist and a father figure, and while he didn’t know the mechanic very well aside from the facts that she wasn’t the most friendly or social of people, she didn’t seem half bad.

These people weren’t monsters, he wasn’t a monster.

“Alright, I know a some of us here already know each other but others don’t so lets start ourselves off with some introductions. Who’s going first?”

“Okay. Hi, I’m Buddy, I’m the studio’s gofer and I got bitten pretty recently so I’m kinda scared about all of this...”

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On the day of the full moon, Henry rented a van with the intent to take the werewolf pack to a cabin in the woods so that Buddy’s first transformation would be in a secluded area.

“So how’d your folks take it?” Lacie inquired to break the silence. “They didn’t look happy when we picked you up.”

“They took it better than I expected, I guess?” The gofer sighed “I mean, my ma seemed pretty scared, but she seemed more scared for me than scared of me.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen...” Henry nodded.

“Guys, I have a question”

“Go for it.”

“If Sammy’s not a werewolf, then why is he coming with us? Wont he get turned?”

The music director rolled his eyes and took a very long sip from his coffee, he also wasn’t looking forward to tonight but for a very different reason.

“Nah... Don’t worry.” Lacie laid back and stuck her boots up on the dashboard. “Hell’s Songbird is cursed with something else so he’s immune to lycanthropy.”

Nobody noticed that the man had flinched at Lacie’s statement.

“...Is he basically an unofficial member of the pack?”

Wally and Susie’s eyes lit up at the question and they smiled at each other before answering.

“Yes.”

“Definitely.”

“Absolutely.”

Wally broke down laughing as Susie broke out her stage voice, even Buddy let out a soft chuckle at her dramatic movements.

“The grumpy banjo man is indeed the pack’s loyal brother, not by blood or spirit, but by true love-”

Said grumpy banjo man turned to face the back seat, the regular irritation in his voice gave way to a sarcastic, deadpan tone.

“If you people genuinely think I ‘love’ getting chewed, slobbered on, roughhoused with, pounced on, and ripped apart by a pack of near-mindless wild animals almost every single month, then you’ve probably been huffing too many ink fumes.”

“Yeah, yeah, so bein’ the ‘designated driver’ of da group isn’t always fun... But ya do it ‘cause you looooooooooove us!”

Henry sighed in a mix of annoyance and acceptance in a way that implied he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

“I’m a married man.” Sammy continued to deadpan. “I thought you knew that by now.”

This response only egged Wally on.

“Psssst! He’s not denyin’ it!” The janitor stage-whispered “So it must be true!”

“Shut UP Franks.”

Sammy huffed and crossed his arms, but not denying Wally’s statement, which led to a loop of Wally’s teasing and Sammy’s fruitless attempts to shut the conversation down, which was only ended by reaching their destination.

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Buddy felt goosebumps as the van pulled up to the cabin and the sun slowly started to dip down.

“Here we are.”

“Finally! I swear, every single car ride I have with that. walking. headache. becomes the longest one I’ve ever endured.”

“Hey!”

The cabin itself probably looked like a much more warm and inviting place during midday, but as the shadows of the trees started to cast down on the humble little abode, it looked almost sinister. Although, that could’ve just been Buddy’s imagination working against him.

He hoped it was just his imagination working against him.

“Fuck, it’s gettin’ dark real fast.” The mechanic remarked as she looked at the sky. “Should we slap the meat on the grill now or just wait after we change and eat it raw?”

“We should wait.” The animator replied. “At this rate, if we try to cook it we’ll change before it’s halfway done.”

Buddy helped carry things into the cabin; a cooler, a couple of blankets, a duffle bag filled with dog toys and bones, they all seemed like reasonable items, but he couldn’t deny he felt something was missing.

“Hey Sammy, you’re looking out for us after we change, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“So where are the ropes and chains? And isn’t there supposed to be bear traps and tranquilizers or something like them?”

The musician raised an eyebrow at the gofer.

“...Why would we need those?”

“...To tie us up and keep us from killing people?”

Sammy’s Jaw dropped at Buddy’s suggestion.

“Holy fucking shit... kid, you’re not turning into a monster, you’re just becoming a glorified puppy.”

“But you said it yourself, you get ripped up!”

“So?” Sammy scoffed. “That’s just what all dogs do.”

“He’s more of a cat person than a dog person.” Susie called out from the kitchen “Take everything he says about werewolves with a grain of salt.”

“Easy for you to say!” Sammy called back. “You’re not the one who had to cover over ninety-seven miles in different directions to round up a bunch of whimpering wolves because SOMEONE decided to set off a bunch of firecrackers just as the moon rose!”

“Hey!” Wally called out. “I said I was sorry!”

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It was time.

Like it or not, he was going to become a beast.

He knew the others’ own transformations were happening right now, he heard their bones snapping and cracking, the changing shadows cast on the floor as he dashed to his own room praying that he’d make it in time.

In the madness, he saw a glimpse of what Sammy’s curse was. He wished he didn’t see that, it would’ve so much easier to trust Sammy’s protection if he didn’t know that burden of the musician’s curse was like a werewolf’s curse except the ‘wolf’ part was scratched off and replaced with something else. The chill that ran down his spine when his eyes met the monster’s also didn’t help.

Buddy locked himself in his room, quickly taking off his clothes so they wouldn’t get ripped during the change and wrapping himself up in the provided blankets to keep himself from seeing his own transformation.

His heart pounded against his chest as he heard someone whimpering and scratching at the door on the other side.

“Focus, Buddy...” He tried to reassure himself. “Deep breaths, don’t get scared...”

He highly doubted he’d be lucid for his first full moon, but the idea of losing his mind and becoming a ravenous monster just didn’t sit well with him, So he tried his best to stay ‘awake’.

No matter how hard it was.

The curse started off his own changes with either his skin, his senses, or his mouth. He didn’t know for sure as it felt like all three were happening at once as he spat out a bloody mouthful of his own teeth into his hands and watched fur sprout up all over his arms, the taste and smell of blood in his mouth and on his now paw-like hands, as well as the smells and sounds of everything else in the cabin was overwhelmingly nauseating. 

“D-don’t freak out... the others have been through this lots of times... this is completely normal... Stay calm Buddy...”

He tossed aside the teeth and threw himself deeper into the blanket pile in spite of his body’s increasing temperature and new fur coat. The gofer couldn’t tell if the whimpering he heard was coming from the other wolves scratching at the door or from him.

The next thing the curse went after was everything else; muscles, bones, etc.

It was painful, but at the very least it was fast, he didn’t even have the time to whine for mercy before the malevolent force of the werewolf curse stopped. Buddy let out a sigh of relief as he dug himself out of his blanket cocoon.

He looked at the mirror and saw a frightened looking young wolf, his eyes still looked human and his fur seemed to match the color of his hair. While he didn’t like looking at this and calling it his reflection, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud of himself. In spite of fear trying to drive him to the same level as a wild animal, he was still him.

Or so he thought as he was startled by the sound of his door unlocking itself and creaking open.

He let out a yipe and started to bare his teeth and growl at the weird beaked creature that poked its head into his territory. The said creature was not impressed in the slightest and simply came into the room.

Buddy growled louder and snapped his jaws at the creature, his ears laid back and his hackles bristling straight up. While the creature did move away from his bite, it was still not impressed. Out of desperation, he lunged at the black-feathered beast, desperately trying to scare it out but the monster looked like it had dealt with this before as it glided out of the way of his attack and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

The young wolf flailed, bit, clawed, and snapped at the creature. But he could swear that the beast’s only response to Buddy’s last-ditch efforts to keep himself alive were to roll its eyes and toss the wolf out of the room.

And into the line of sight of two other wolves. Both adults, one of them had pitch black fur, the other one had dark gray fur, but both of them had curious almost human-like eyes.

Thankfully, they smelled familiar to him. Even as a human, he could always recognize the smells of cleaning supplies, bacon soup, and ink. As he got a little bit more used to his new senses, while most of the smells and sounds were still new, and there was too much of it, he could at least identify what they were.

The black wolf came closer to him and sniffed his face before licking it. The other wolf pawed the first wolf’s face away from his own. Assuming that this was just some kind of greeting, Buddy sniffed the first wolf’s face and licked him back, the second wolf let out a noise that sounded like an amused snort.

THUNK

A loud noise from the kitchen that came with a new smell made him realize how hungry he was. Assumingly all thinking the same thing, the three wolves dashed into the kitchen to see the toppled-over cooler being raided by two other wolves. The bird like creature was biting and flapping its wings at them, clearly trying to keep them away from the coveted red meats the cooler held.

“STOP. EATING. PLASTIC!” The creature cried out to deaf ears of the pack. “YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELVES SICK! JUST WAIT FOR ME TO UNWRAP THEM FIRST!”

This tyranny would not stand with the wolves, united as a pack, the five starved beasts joined forces against the giant bird-monster that stayed between them and their food.

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Buddy woke up groaning with a headache, sore muscles, and an upset stomach the next morning.

Last night was a blur to the gofer, like a dream, the most of what happened during the full moon quickly faded from his mind as he woke up. If it wasn’t for the fact he could still see the bird-monster form of the music director looming over him in the cabin’s rafters, he would’ve chalked the whole thing up to just be a bad dream.

“Sammy?” He groaned. “What happened last night?”

“As soon as I opened the door, all of you ran to the fields instead of the woods.” The music director sounded like he was too tired to be irritated. “I tried to steer you back towards the woods because there was a barn over there, but as usual, none of you listened to me.” Okay, maybe he was still a little bit irritated.

“Oh no... Did I eat anything there?”

“No, but you did get your head stuck underneath a fence and whined until I let you out.”

Buddy blushed in embarrassment as he wrapped his blanket tighter around him.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, everybody does stupid things the first time they change.”

“So how come you didn’t change back?”

“My curse isn’t determined by the moon, it’s determined by... other things. I don’t like talking about it.”

Sammy wrapped himself up in his wings, ending the conversation.

“G’morning.” Wally set down a fizzing glass of water by Buddy, the Janitor looked more exhausted now than he did after a 12-hour deep clean of the studio. “Ya might wanna drink that, it’ll help with the headache.”

“Thanks Wally.”

He smiled as he sipped down the liquid, while the gofer knew that the changes weren’t going to be easy for him to adjust to, at least he had other people who were willing to help him through it.

[therainroguefanfiction]

⍚ HaikWeek!! 2020 ⍚ Day 6 (Nobuyuki Kai) Hating Goodbye

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Genre: Romance, Comedy, Friendship, Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 3,136

Pairing: Reader x Kai

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: Favorite Moment/Scene/Match + Beginnings/Endings  

Author’s Note: Here is the next entry for @haikyuuweek2020​~ Oh boy, I think I fell even more in love with Kai in this fic ;_;) crap. Also, I re~ally love the training camp arc it makes me so happy~~!

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“Wait, so you’re going to a training camp for an entire week?” you wondered, watching your boyfriend as he carefully folded his clothes into his bag.

“That’s right. We’re going to Shinzen high.”

“That sounds so fun!” you wrinkled your nose, sliding down in his desk chair. “What the hell am I supposed to do while you guys are gone?”

He hummed softly as he zipped up the bag, setting it by the end of the bed. “If you want, I can ask my cousin if she’ll bring you. It’s not a long trip.”

You sat up straight, eyes sparkling. “Is it okay for me to go? Since I’m not on the team.”

“I can double-check with Nekomata-sensei,” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile. “I’m sure he won’t mind, though.”

“Thank you so much, Yuki!” You threw your arms around his neck and he chuckled, meeting you halfway to claim your lips.

“You’re welcome. I’d be much happier if you were there, as well.”

“You make it sound like I’m your emotional support partner,” you teased, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

His eyes were warm as they met yours, his forehead resting against your own. His large hands held onto your hips, thumbs drawing soft circles against your skin. “In a way, you are. I feel much happier when you’re nearby. You keep my head clear during important moments and I’m able to push myself even harder.”

You felt your face growing hot at his sincere words, not expecting such an honest response. Though, what did you expect? Everything about Kai Nobuyuki was nothing short of soft and honest. You smiled, eyes shimmering with love as you tugged him closer, lips embracing in a slow, sensual kiss.

You had just finished packing up your bag when a knock sounded on the front door, echoing throughout the empty house. You nearly tripped over your feet going down the stairs in your excitement to answer the door.

Yuki’s cousin, Yua, stood there with a soft smile which brightened upon seeing you. “Good morning, Y/N. Are you ready to go?”

“I am!” you quickly slipped on your shoes before stepping outside, tugging the door closed behind you. “Thank you so much for driving me to Saitama, Yua-san. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

She giggled as she slid into the driver’s side, sticking the key into the ignition. The car started up with a soft rumble, the air conditioning ice cold as it hit your skin. “You’re practically family. Besides, I’m excited to visit the Dairyu-ji temple. It’s been so long since I was there.”

Your heart skipped a beat when she called you family and you practically melted right then and there. No one knew this about you, but you dreamed of one day marrying Yuki and being an official part of the Kai family. They were also so kind and gentle, minus his mother who had a lot of spunk, especially when it came to her life’s passions.

You stared out the window, watching the scenery blur as the car passed by. Though the trip was only about a forty-minute drive from Tokyo, depending on the traffic, you had never actually been there. You found yourself wondering if they had a statue of Saitama from One Punch Man.

The thought had you giggling.

Yua pulled up to Shinzen high school, giving you a smile. “I’ll be staying in Saitama for a few hours before returning home. If for any reason you need to return early, just text me okay? Have fun!”

“Thank you, Yua-san!” You gave her a small wave as you stepped out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You quickly sent a text to Yuki letting him know that you have arrived before you entered the school grounds, taking in the site.

Shinzen high was quite large, offering a variety of buildings that made it easy to get lost. And that’s exactly what you did. In just a few minute’s time, you were completely turned around. It almost felt as if you were an urban explorer and that made it kind of exciting for you.

Fifteen minutes passed before your boyfriend finally responded.

» ‘Sorry, hun, I was in a match. Where are you?’

« ‘About that…’

» ‘Did you get lost?’

« ‘Yes :(‘

» ‘Turn on your location for me, hun :) I’ll come get you’

You did as he asked, turning on your location before leaning back against the stone building. The sky above was a blinding blue, fluffy clouds drifting by on the soft breeze. Cicadas were chirping loudly in all directions, sure indications that summer had officially descended upon the earth.

You could smell Yuki’s familiar cologne mixed with the scent of sweat as he approached you, his warm hand sliding into your own. You gave him a sheepish smile, gently squeezing his hand. “Sorry, Yuki~”

“It’s okay, my love,” he responded softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always come to find you when you get lost.”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world~”

“No, you’re the best partner in the world.” He booped you on the nose, giving you that closed-eye smile that you loved so much.

“Psssst. Y/N! Hey, hey Y/N!”

You blinked, looking up from your phone as you looked around for the source of the sound. Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno’s libero, was hiding behind the bleachers, peering through the opening between seats as he called out your name.

He had a good reason for this, of course. After Tanaka and Noya started hitting on you the first time you met, the Nekoma team became super protective over you whenever they were nearby because of their loyalty towards Yuki. This continued despite the fact that both boys stopped hitting on you after finding out you were taken.

This was a shame, in your opinion, because you had really hit it off with the short libero and enjoyed his company.

You glanced at your team. They were playing a match against Fukuroudani, their backs to you and completely focused on the game. You moved closer to the end of the bleachers, trying to act casual as you looked at your phone. “What’s up, Nish?”

“I wanted to give you a heads up. After our matches today, we’re having a barbeque!”

“Really?” you responded with excitement, whipping around to face him while completely forgetting that you were supposed to be acting incognito. “Is that what you guys were acting like dorks over?”

“Yeah! We love meat over at Karasuno!”

You snickered. “That could be taken so many ways, Nish.”

He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. “But I get labeled the pervert?”

“Because you are.”

“So are you!”

“I never said I wasn’t,” you laughed. “Now go focus on your game, you dork. You guys are seriously behind.”

His nose wrinkled at the mention. “We’ve got this, don’t you worry!”

You chuckled at his reaction, reaching through the gap to ruffle his spikey hair.

Yamamoto caught movement from the corner of his eye and glanced over. At first, he didn’t think anything of you leaning over on the bleachers. He just assumed you had dropped something through the gap, but then he saw a flash of blonde and he realized that Karasuno’s libero was hidden behind them.

While he had no real qualms with the shorter male, even joining the Kiyoko fanclub, he was quite protective when it came to you because you were like his sibling plus you were dating his teammate.

His fist clenched in annoyance. “That little -”

He didn’t get far, though, Kuroo grabbing the back of his jersey. “Where are you going? We may have won the set but the match isn’t over.”

The tiger-haired boy pointed directly at you. “Nishinoya is alone with Y/N! There’s no telling what schemes he’s using to try and get with them!”

Kuroo raised a brow at Yuki who was wiping sweat from his face with the fluffy white towel around his neck. He glanced at you, the corners of his lips quirking up as he noticed the excited expression upon your face. “What’s going on?”

“Nishinoya is flirting with Y/N!”

“You don’t know that,” Kuroo sighed, though he too wanted to march over there when you reached through to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“What should we do, Kai?” Yamamoto turned to the older boy for instruction, but Yuki only chuckled softly in reply.

“I think you’re making a deal out of nothing. He may be a flirt, but he respects Y/N enough to not flirt with them knowing that they are dating me.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“I trust them,” Yuki smiled at you as you waved at Noya who bolted back over to his team. “Besides, they are close friends.”

“Eh?” Yamamoto’s eyes widened at this information.

“They text back and forth pretty often ever since our first practice match with them.”

“You’re okay with that?” Kuroo wondered, holding onto his chin. He couldn’t say for sure whether he’d be entirely happy with his partner texting another guy like that, especially one that had hit on them so strongly upon first meeting.

“Of course. As long as Y/N is happy, I’m happy.” Kai offered them a closed-eye smile before setting the towel onto the bench and returning to the court. The two boys could only watch him in wonder, unable to fully process how he could be so trusting and angelic.

“Bar-be-cue!!” Karasuno’s boys were the first to react when they stepped out of the gym to find the spread of food just waiting to be devoured.

Your own eyes lit up, mouth-watering at the heavenly scent of the meat being grilled. “Wow, so you were telling the truth.”

Noya huffed at you, folding his arms across his chest. “You thought I was lying?”

“Not lying perse, but I figured you had gotten your wires crossed. Wouldn’t be the first time,” you snickered, poking him in the shoulder.

“Rude!”

“While you two argue, I’m gonna eat your share of the meat!” Bokuto grinned as he rushed past toward one of the grills.

“No fair!” You both chorused, rushing after him. Thankfully, you were both able to secure some meat before he could eat it all, settling down beside one another.

“Did you read the latest chapter of Saki no Shita?” you glanced at him as you stuck a piece of meat into your mouth.

“No spoilers!” he all but shoved his hand into your face, brow furrowed. “I didn’t get to read it!”

Konoha scoffed as he approached the two of you, brow raised at the smaller male. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that binge read.”

You nodded, sending him a shifty look. “Yeah, those people are the worst. How can you wait so long to find out what happens?”

“Hey!” Noya cried indignantly, making you snicker.

“Binge reading is pretty fun,” Masaru commented with a smile as he joined the group, settling down on the grass across from your chair. “If you take breaks between the chapters, it feels like the story loses its oomph, you know?”

You tapped your chin, looking up at the afternoon sky. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. I feel like if I waited to binge read, I’d lose interest, though!”

He chuckled softly, bringing his fist to his mouth. “That’s valid! We all enjoy it the best way we can, after all.”

“See? He gets it!” Noya grinned. “And besides, I don’t binge it on purpose. Practice takes up a lot of my time so I usually pass out when I return home.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense,” you nodded. “On the days I spend over at Yuki’s house, he usually falls asleep right after taking care of his younger siblings.”

Noya gasped dramatically, eyes wide as saucers. “You sleep under the same roof? How scandalous, Y/N!”

You scowled, tossing a piece of onion at him. “Not like that!”

He recoiled in disgust, bringing his feet up as if he had just witnessed a mouse scurrying across the floor. The flimsy chair was unable to handle the sudden movement, tipping backward. His arms flailed like a rooster as if that would somehow stop his fall.

“Nish!” you leaned over him when his back hit the ground, noticing how he managed to keep his paper plate up in the air, saving the little bit of meat he had left from hitting the ground. “Are you okay?”

Masaru sweatdropped from beside you. “Judging from the comical swirls in his eyes, I’d say not.”

“Well, if he’s down for the count…” Konoha grinned as he reached for the meat on Noya’s plate. “…I’ll just – hey!! Bokuto, what the hell?!”

You watched the owl of Fukuroudani snatch the meat from the plate, shoveling it into his mouth before Konoha could even register what had happened. And just like that, he darted away like a ninja, popping up beside Hinata and stealing a piece of meat over his shoulder. The poor first-year didn’t even notice, despite the desperate ramblings of Yachi who attempted to explain the theft.

Your eyes followed him as he darted around the group, stealing a piece of meat here and there, even from his own team members. Most people didn’t even notice his ninja-like moves. You sweatdropped, “He’s like the damn hamburglar.”

“The… what?” Masaru raised a brow in confusion.

“He’s an idiot is what he is,” Konoha muttered.

You were about to reply when you noticed the third-year approaching Yuki and Kuroo. “Oh hell nah!” Keeping your plate close to your chest, you weaved through the hulking boys like a plane flying through skyscrapers. You arrived just as Bokuto stole their meat off the grill, dashing away like the criminal that he was. “Bokuto, you little thief! Get back here!”

You tried to give chase, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place. You pouted at your boyfriend. “Yuki~ Why’d you stop me?”

“I’d rather you spend the last of camp with me opposed to chasing Bokuto-san across the school,” his eyes twinkled with amusement as he pecked your cheek.

“And in case you can’t read between the lines,” Kuroo grinned at you, poking your forehead. “He doesn’t want you to get lost again.”

“Rude,” you huffed. “It happened once, okay.”

“It happened three times.”

“Three?” Yuki raised a brow in surprise, looking between the two of you.

Your face heated up at your secret being revealed like that and you tried to kick him in the shin but he just laughed and rushed off to make sure Kenma was eating properly.

“Three times, huh?” Yuki mused softly, tugging on the side of your shirt.

You pouted at him before looking down at the grill as he added more meat to replace what Bokuto had stolen. “For the record, only the first time was my fault. The second time, I trusted Nish to know where the vending machines were and the third time Eri-chan gave me the wrong directions to the bathrooms.”

He chuckled. “You should have just asked me, hun.”

“You were in games each time, though.”

“I still would have helped you.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” you smiled, poking his side. “I know you would have left the game to help me!”

“Of course, I would.” His arms found their place around your body as he pulled you into a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours. “Y/N, my love, you will always come first. No matter what.”

“Don’t let Kuroo or Yaku hear that,” you mused against his lips, a bright smile on your face.

You sniffled, wiping away the tears that were gathering in your ducts before they could fall. Noya stood across from you, his own eyes shimmering with tears.

“You take care of yourself, understood?” you sniffled again. “Make sure you read the next chapter so we can talk about it!”

“I will,” he nodded frantically, sniffling as he tried to hold back his tears. “Don’t stay up too late reading, your grades are trash.”

“So are yours!”

“I know!”

Ogano sweatdropped, leaning toward Nekoma’s captain and covering his mouth. “Are those two gonna be okay?”

Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck. “They certainly like to be dramatic…”

As if on cue, both of you burst into tears, throwing your arms around each other. Yamamoto and Tanaka appeared out of nowhere, trying to pry the two of you apart.

“Y/N, knock it off! You have a boyfriend already!!”

“Noya, let them go! They have a boyfriend already!!”

“I’m never letting go!” Noya cried, tightening his grip.

“My bestie!” You cried back, gripping the back of his shirt.

Yaku sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. “You both act like you’re never going to see each other again…”

Suga chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guys, you’re making a scene. People already think Karasuno is crazy…”

“Because you are,” Bokuto chirped happily, giving the grey-haired boy a thumbs up. “But it’s okay, Nekoma is, too!”

“What did you say, birdbrain?” Kuroo grinned sadistically making Bokuto stick his tongue out before darting behind Akaashi.

Yuki tapped Yamamoto on the shoulder and the younger boy released his hold on you, taking a step back so the older male could come up behind you. His hands were warm on your shoulders. “Hun, Karasuno needs to get back home. I know you’re going to miss him but you’ll see him again.”

“Promise?” you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, sniffling loudly.

“I promise,” he smiled softly, bringing his lips to your forehead. “We can even make plans to spend some time in Miyagi if you’d like. I’m sure Yua would love to go sightseeing there.”

“Come on, Noya, let them go.” Daichi appeared behind the libero, patting him on the shoulder. “We need to get going, we’ve got a long trip back.”

Reluctantly, the two of you released your grip on each other, exchanging sad looks as if a pair of twins were being separated. Noya’s arms wiggled in the air as Daichi dragged him toward the bus by the back of his shirt.

“Bokuto, why are you crying?” Akaashi deadpanned, not looking back at the boy that was sobbing into the back of his shoulder.

“It’s so sad!”

Tsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped toward the bus. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

You turned around, burying your face into Yuki’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Your words were muffled by the cloth and hard to understand because of how soft you spoke. “I hate goodbyes and endings. They suck.”

Yuki hummed softly, running his fingers through your hair. “I know, hun. I know.”

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[mistymark]

the one with the detention. [1]

na jaemin x reader // 2.0k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which jaemin is a bit of an asshole but y/n is determined to do this chemistry project

warnings: assholery, swearing, be prepared to be frustrated

requested; don't think so? bad boy jaemin may have been a request ?

notes; this has been in my drafts for so long unfinished so here's part one !!

“Groups for the project have been posted on the class page. Your homework for next lesson is to meet and present three ideas for your project to me. Dismissed.” The professor turned his back on the class as he began wiping the whiteboard at the front of the classroom, as students quickly packed up to leave.

Lucas walked from his desk at the back of the class to yours, his eyes glued to his phone, “Sweet, I’m with Mina and Yuri.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and dug your phone out of your pocket, ready to check your own group, “That’s a good group; Mina and Yuri are both A students. And so are you. Your group is probably going to get the highest grade in the class.” You groaned as the webpage loaded slowly, “Ugh, I have no service.”

He shot you a grin as he handed you his phone, “Here, check on mine.”

As you left the room, you scrolled through the list of names to yours, “Blue Group 2.” Not looking up as you navigated the familiar hallways, you scrolled through the list to find the two people with the same group as you. 

Suddenly, you noticed a figure dressed in black standing in front of you, but before you could stop yourself, you were already walking into them. Immediately apologising, you looked up at the person you’d bumped into, easily a head taller than yourself, and stepped back. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going and you suddenly just-“

The boy, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, waited patiently as you rambled your apology, his expression blank and unchanging.

“-I’m sorry,” you finished, sighing your last apology. You expected him to smile and tell you it was ‘okay, seriously, there was no damage’, but instead, he adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder and walked around you, without a word.

Asshole, you thought. You could at least say sorry, too. After all, you walked into me, as well.

“Y/n!” Lucas weaved through the crowd to get to you again, and you were surprised to realise he had left your side in the first place. When he joined you again in the busy hallway, he noticed your expression, “What’s wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as you remembered your horrible encounter with someone you’d never even met before, “Nothing, I just bumped into an asshole. Literally.”

He laughed, “You bumped into someone’s butt?”

Already in a sour mood, you narrowed your eyes at him, “No. I literally walked into someone. And he was a dick.”

“I thought you said he was an asshole.”

“Same difference.”

There was silence as you made your way to your lockers, which were conveniently located beside each other. “Who was it?”

“I don’t know.”

Lucas turned on you, “What do you mean you don’t know? Is he a student?”

“Yeah, he’s a student. He was carrying an accounting textbook.”

“New?”

You shrugged, “Probably. I’ve never seen him before.”

You found your group of friends in the cafeteria, and walked to join them at your usual table, which seemed to be buzzing with excitement.

“Woah, woah, woah, ladies. I know I just arrived but keep your excitement down, please,” Lucas placed his tray down in the middle of the group and lightly nudged Mark out of the way so he could get his long ass ride legs under the table.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at your friends as you sat down, the excited chatter quickly starting up again now that Lucas had shut up. “What are you talking about?”

Yuqi turned to you, a wide smile plastered across her face, “The new student. Have you seen him?”

Hesitating, you took a bite of your sushi, “What new student?”

“He’s just arrived, but apparently he’s friends with Jeno and Renjun, so he’s been hanging out with them. His name is Jaemin,” Jiwoo explained. When you raised an eyebrow at her, her eyes widened, “What? He’s in my accounting class.”

Yuqi nodded, and sent a teasing smile to Jiwoo before looking back at you, “Apparently, he’s really hot.”

“Who’s really hot?” Mark asked, now interested in the conversation.

“New Guy. Jaemin.” You deadpanned, scanning the cafeteria for Jeno’s table. Trying not to be too obvious, you looked at each boy in turn, trying to see Jaemin.

“Psssst! Y/n, is that the asshole?” Lucas leant over to you, pointing in the direction you were looking. You saw immediately who he was pointing out, the tall brunette boy sitting between Renjun and Donghyuck, his leather jacket hugging his shoulders as he nodded along to something Jeno was saying. He wasn’t smiling.

Yuqi looked up with surprise, “‘Asshole’? What happened? How do you know him?”

“I bumped into him in the hallway while I was checking my chemistry lab group- Oh, shit! I completely forgot to check that. Hold on.” You dug your phone out of your pocket and checked your chemistry class page, scrolling through the names. Lucas leant closer to read over your shoulder. “Choi Sungjae, L/N Y/N, and...”

Lucas let out a loud laugh as he caught sight of the last name, clapping you on the back and turning to the rest of your group to tell them the news, “Na Jaemin. Y/n has to work in a lab group with the new guy.”

Yuqi pouted, “Lucky. My biology group is awful. At least you’ve got the hot new guy, who am I going to stare at? Kim Wooyoung?”

Mark nudged her arm, “Maybe your biology work?”

She poked her tongue out at him, mimicking him with a high pitched voice, “Maybe your biology work?”

He laughed and threw a fry at her, “I don’t even sound like that.”

“You sound as annoying as that.”

Before they could continue bickering, Jiwoo leant over to you, “Y/n, slip me into conversation, yeah?”

You cocked an eyebrow at her as you took a bite of your sandwich. Lucas eyed your reaction and turned to Jiwoo, a large smile plastered on his face, “What’s she gonna say? ‘Wow, my friend Jiwoo did chem, but she dropped it because she was so bad at it. Wanna date her?’”

Jiwoo hit him and made to reply back, but stopped, her focus on something behind you. The rest of your little group followed, turning their heads in the same direction, and when you spun around, you saw Jaemin and his friends standing up and walk towards another table.

Not caring about their movement, you turned back around in your seat, “Sure, Jiwoo.”

“Hmm?” She said, her gaze following the group’s movements. “He’s talking to Mina’s group. Do you think he knows them?”

“I mean, he had homeroom with us,” Mark shrugged.

“Wait, shh! He’s coming over. Be cool,” she hissed, leaning onto the table with her elbows, and laughing, before turning her attention to the approaching group of boys. “Oh, hey, Jeno. Who’s this?”

Jaemin barely cast a glance her way, his eyes focused on you, “Jaemin.” He turned his body to face you more, ignoring the stares of the other people at your table, “We’re in the same lab group, right? You’re Y/n?” You nodded. “Sungjae and I are getting together after school to discuss the project. Building 3, Room 1.”

You furrowed your brows slightly, opening your mouth to reply as he adjusted the black backpack on his shoulder and walked away, the rest of his friends following. Jeno winked at Jiwoo as he left, causing her to blush a bright pink and smile at her salad.

“Told you. He’s an asshole,” you mumbled, picking at your sandwich. “Also...” you looked at Jiwoo, “what’s up with you and Jeno, huh?”

Her eyes went wide, “What do you mean? Nothing. I just said hi to ask about Jaemin.”

“I meant the wink, but okay.”

“What wink?” She asked, innocently. You rolled your eyes and grinned at her, and she winked back at you, before shifting her attention to Yuqi, poking her in the cheek, the faintest of blushes still evident on Jiwoo’s cheeks.

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You checked your phone again, the time having unchanged since you last checked it only seconds ago. Had he said Building 1, Room 3 or Building 3, Room 1? Deciding to give it a few moments before walking to the other building, you remained in Building 3, leaning against a chair as you scrolled through your group chat, laughing at some of the comments your friends had made since the end of class.

The sound of a backpack hitting the ground made your head lift, watching as Jaemin silently made his way to the front of the classroom, his bag left sitting by one of the desks. He sat down on the edge of the professor’s desk, and you watched with parted lips as he did so, unsure whether to make a comment about his choice of seating options.

You checked your watch, squinting at it through the blinding light of the afternoon sun, now streaming through the classroom’s large glass windows. Briefly closing your eyes, you basked in the warmth for a moment before clearing your throat, “Should we text him or something? Surely he would’ve shown up by now if he had the right place.”

Your eyes flicked to Jaemin, who was leaning against his hands on the professor’s desk, scrolling through something on his phone.

“Jaemin?”

You didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes slightly and looked up at you, but he merely shrugged at your question.

“Well, if you want to finish this quicker, I have a few ideas. We’re looking at identifying compounds right? I was thinking, even if it sounds simple, we can do some pretty cool experiments with chromatography. I mean, of course we wouldn't be able to- uh, hello?” You cut yourself off when you saw Jaemin huff and stand up, making his way to the door and raising his pointer finger to excuse himself.

You watched in disbelief as he left the classroom, his phone in hand and his bag still on the floor, fiddling with your fingers as you tried not to let your frustration grow. Did he seriously have to be this much of an ass? You just ran into him; it’s not like you killed someone.

Furrowing your brows, you pulled out your laptop, choosing instead to research your own idea for your lab experiment. A moment later, Jaemin walked back in, his jaw set in annoyance as he grabbed his bag from its place on the floor, “Sungjae isn’t coming. We should reschedule.”

“What do you mean reschedule? We’re supposed to have brainstormed our ideas by next class. Which, may I remind you, is tomorrow,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“We can do it tomorrow,” Jaemin shrugged, already slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“No.” You insist, “I know Sungjae has swim practice in the morning and I have a meeting at lunch. It’s now or over the phone tonight.”

“Well, that settles it,” Jaemin raises an eyebrow at you, the smallest of smirks playing on his lips as he watches you get riled up. “Over the phone it is.”

“What is your problem?” You finally burst, and you can feel your chest rising and falling rapidly. “I said I was sorry for bumping into you in the hallway.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” He doesn’t even look at you as he says it, walking out the door and leaving you alone in the empty classroom. Annoyed at having wasted your time, you sling your backpack over your back and march out of the room after him, walking in the opposite direction to him to your car.

[pinktatertots99]

the red portal - hnk faun au fic

fic based off me bud @daireannx​‘s hnk faun au. also i think i had too much fun writing this this got longer than what i was expecting.

synops: when a phos headbutts into your daily scavage for human books, plus them knowing a harmless human with hair as red as leafs, gives bookworm lapis some ideas of this newfound advantage.

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lapis hummed as they waited on ghost’s signal for any human’s, mostly hunters or ones equipped with weapons was their concern more, but a lack of human encounters would be nice considering how the library has been getting concerned on it’s disappearing books.

they were brought out a bit as they felt something nudge their backside. looking behind themself they heard cairngorm next to them scoff in surprise as they saw the light sea colored hair of the young faun headbutting them.

“oh dear.” they chuckled lifting their mask a bit. “and here i thought you both were stealthy.” they teased as phos looked up at them with an angry pout, cairn pushing past lapis a bit to glare. “what’re you doing here!?” they asked in a whisper.

“i wanted to join you guuuuys.” they whined. “it’s so boring back home and i couldn’t sleep. but man i wasn’t expecting this close to the human village.” they stated curiously, the bush they hid behind was close to the dirt road of the village and library.

“go home you kid.” cairn stated as phos glared at them. “no! and you can’t do anythi-”

“there’s a human about to pass by lapis, but otherwise no others in sight.” ghost stated as they stood behind phos, who fell to the ground immediately in surprise. “oh. phos hello.”

“human huh? alright then, one isn’t too bad i suppose.” lapis replied as they put their mask back on, crouching under the bush as footsteps started coming from the road. “ghostie, you can go take phos back once this human passes okay?” they whispered as phos got enough, looking through the bush’s leaves to see a glimpes of red hair.

“ah! cinna!” they exclaimed, loud enough for cinnabar to turn to the bushes, only seeing phos’s face through the bush with a smile. ...they quickly tried to turn away.

“psssst!!! cinnaaaa, cinnaaaa.” they whispered slightly loudly as the three elders looked in concern, with lapis moving to look intrigued. “you know this human phos?”

“huh? yeah, they know magic!”

“quit passing false info like the rest of this damn village.” the three flinched and hid their heads down as phos looked to see cinnabar looking at em. “hi cinna. and it’s okay lapis knows magic to-”

“phos shut up-” cairn gritted their teeth as cinnabar looked around a bit. “...my hallucinations are getting worse i swear.”

“i’m not a halluci-whatever i’m a faun named phos.” phos replied as lapis hummed lightly, moving to grab phos’s arm gently enough for them to move a bit to hear them, the rest of themself was shrouded in a tree’s shadow. “phos, can you ask your little friend there a little favor?”

“favor?”

“can they...go to the library?”

“oh o-”

“absolutely not.” the four looked as cinnabar mostly looked at phos. “like hell i’m gonna help some hallucinations on whatever their doing. sides, the library doesn’t like me either.” they mumbled, rubbing their arm as phos hummed. “cinna, do you have any books?”

“i’m not giving em to you.”

“pleeeaaase? i never seen a human book befoooore. just one please?” cinnabar growled lightly as they scratched their head. “god damnit...if it means you go away then fine. think i got some i don’t need much.” they mumbled as they moved to leave. “their back home, i’ll be back, hopefully you guys are gone by then.” they stated as they walked off, phos waving lightly as they did. “bye bye cinna.”

lapis watched aswell, a smirk on their lips as the albino siblings looked at them confused. “hmm, i do believe i have an idea.”

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phos galloped excitedly from lapis’s place, ghost and cairn were biting their dust as they got to the small book in their hands. quickly however they bumped into someone, falling back and rubbing their nose. “owwwww! hey watch where your go-” they exclaimed till they noticed the intimidating glare of the raven haired patroler looking down on them. “-iiiiiiinguhhh hiiii bortz-”

“the hell are you doing out here?” they interrogated picking them up by the hem of the back of their shirt. “your not a damn patroler and it’s dangerous in this part- what is that?” they looked to the book in their arms, they held it tighter. “nnothiiiing! lemme goooo!”

“that’s a human material- where did you get it!?” they exclaimed bringing the younger close to their face. “we got it.” they dropped them in surprise as they saw the white haired twins staring at them, ghost being the one to speak up as they scoffed. “of course. you two and your wanderings.” they stated as they dragged phos back to them. 

“whatever or however you got this, take. it. back.” they threatened as cairn walked up a bit, grabbing the book and giving a glare. “and you became the leader when?” they asked as both almost could’ve had lightning piercing the other with their glares. “I’M the high ranked warrior here, now dispose of that or i’ll dispose it myself.” they growled as dia had come up to pet behind their ear a bit, while ghost scooped up phos. “fine, we’ll dispose it to euc, we didn’t even wanna be here.” they stated as both walked off, phos sticking their tongue out at bort as they galloped off.

once the cave’s entrance came to their views ghost put phos down as they giggled, cairn smacking the top of their head lightly with the book. “owwww! hey rude!” they stated as they quickly snatched the book back. “rude!? i nearly lost my hide thanks to you!”

“aw c’mooon it’s bortz, they’d rather steal a human’s hide then yours.” they stated as the three walked up lightly to the blue and white haired high ranker, taking notes on some of the objects that had been found already. quickly phos put the book down loud enough for euc to hear and do a double take looking at it and the three. “heehee hi eu-”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?” jade exclaimed, gaining some of the others attention and crowding around in surprise.

“a human object!?”

“that’s a human thing!”

“doesn’t lexi call em ‘boxs’?”

“IT’S ALEX AND THEIR CALLED BOOKS!”

phos sweated lightly as they still had a small grip on the book, already gaining the group’s human enthusiast. “ppplease euc!! i must see that for analytical reasons please!” they exclaimed as euc put both their hands up to calm the others, looking to phos sternly like a parent would. “phos, where did you find this?”

“...i...uhh iii-”

“we found it by the ocean.” phos flopped over again as ghost stood behind them to reply, euc humming. “of course, humans do seem to go there quite often. you should take it back though, what if they come to find it?”

“wwait wait euuuuuc!!!” alex quickly exclaimed. “pleeaaase lemme just borrow it to take notes pleeaaase?? there’s so little documentation of humans here!” euc held their head in their hand before complying. “alright, alex can borrow the book, and you two take it back where you found it after, alright?”

“yes.”

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the two galloped with the book in cairn’s hands back to lapis’s living quarters, books were in small stacks with sharp daggers above them as lapis was busy reading one of them. “i take it the little kid had fun?” they asked as cairn handed it back. “it wasn’t even supposed to go there, why did you give them the okay to show it?” cairn asked as lapis lifted their hair lightly.

“i thought that alex would like least one to look over. sides,” they moved to show the book cover, a leaf was sketched onto it. “this is for natural medicines and remedies. i thought maybe they’d like somethings from it to help. just incase.” they winked, the twins moving to sit on either side of them as ghost spoke up. “so, will we be using that red headed one again?”

“for library books? unlikely from their outcast status. however, these remedy types would be beneficial to the group.” they stated as cairn raised a brow. “don’t tell me we have to bring the kid with us to ask for more from them.”

“awww my little gormie are you being protective?” lapis teased as cairn looked away flustered. “nno! i just don’t want this to blow up in our faces.”

“well, they seem to only to reply to them. perhaps we could try, but i’m doubtful they’ll trust us as easily as they seem to for that kid.” they explained. “sides, we can find ours much more easily, and more fun on our nightly rounds. we’ll ask if it’s something more useful to the tribe. i will say though, they would be a worthy adversary in the future.” they stated, both the twins nodding as they moved to start reading one of their books on the human history.

[resurrectonomitron]

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you guys are the best you know

first of all thanks to everyone commenting on my mental health post. last night was basically me just looking at my laptop from a distance, crying every so often whilst curled into a ball and then relaxing once my other half brought me a coffee. i’m in work right now (who can afford to be off sick lol) so i’m just powering through the best i can. i’ll be ok i’ve dealt with this stupid shit before.

i honestly love making sims please send as many requests as you can (:

if you like that you should see the rest of the town (its a good thing they’re moving to starlight shores lmao)

it’s the start of a confusing family tree down the line

psssst it’s glitched i completed it with only 10k earned shhhhhh

i feel so bad for the real sjp i am sorry i don’t know horse memes

she’s so precious wait until you see her as a teen!

i’m about to fire myself into the sun for my ignorance 

he was just so chill

i honestly couldn’t age like sims do i’d cry

[kateofthecanals]

For the (Not)Watch: Episode 7.7

Our Long National Nightmare Is Finally Over... Or Just Beginning(?)

As far as anyone reviewing this episode is concerned, all that really matters in this 80-minute-long episode is the final 5 minutes. 75 minutes of utter nonsense will likely be immediately forgotten because... well, first things first...

The season finale was written by D&D, and in case you were doubtful about that, the opening scene contained not, not two, but FIVE cock-bombs within the first 2 minutes. Excellent jobs, guys, WHEW, in fact the TV Academy is gonna change their rules and issue you an honorary Emmy just for that brilliant feat alone!

Anyway, the Unsullied are all standing outside... well, I thought it was Casterly Rock but I guess it’s just outside the Red Keep? Bronn is running around giving orders even though he told Jaime last episode that he was peacing out, then he and Jaime have a super profound conversation about how the only thing worth fighting for is your dick. Gosh, Dave & Dan really outdone themselves this time!

Then they are somehow taken by surprise by the Dothraki suddenly being right on their doorstep, even though they’re high up on the battlements and shoulda seen that coming for at least a few miles but whatever.

Meanwhile, Dany’s ships make their way up the Blackwater, where Euron’s fleet is parked. Tyrion and Jon then have a little convo about city-livin’. Meanwhile, Sanford sneaks below decks and starts knocking on the crate containing the wight because he is an infant with no self-control. (Seriously, can someone please get him a goddamn fidget-spinner or a coloring book or something??)

In the RK, Cersei is giving a little pre-game pep talk to Gregor, telling him to just go ahead and kill everyone if something goes wrong, while Jaime looks on in... Confusion? Horror? Constipation? Not sure what exactly this look was supposed to be:

So Team North is making their way toward the Keep on foot while Jorah gives Missendei a history lesson about the dragonpit (we assume, since it’s never actually referred to by name) and they are soon met with Bronn followed by a team of Lannister soldiers as well as Pod and Brienne, who makes immediate eye-contact with Sandor. They follow Bronn up the trail and Pod has a little reunion with Tyrion that was almost heartfelt until Bronn moseys by and yells “Come on, you can suck his magic cock later!”

Speaking of reunions, Brienne lags back to fall in step with Sandor, who, shockingly, does not tell her to “fuck off”! She tells him she was only trying to protect Arya, and he says “You and me both.” She then reveals that she is alive and in Winterfell. He asks who is protecting her if she (Brienne) is here and Brienne says that the only one who needs protecting is the one who gets an Arya’s way, to which Sandor replies with a slight glint, “It won’t be me.” They exchange a knowing look.

So SIGH okay... if it weren’t for the fact that I am getting so thoroughly gypped on SanSan, I’d probably enjoy this scene a lot more. I’m not terribly mad that they didn’t bring up Sansa, only because Brienne has no knowledge of a pre-existing “relationship“ between her and Sandor, and I’m very happy that (a) Sandor was able to have a conversation with someone like a fucking grown-up for a change and (b) that he and Brienne have set aside their differences, because I ALWAYS wanted them to be allies (especially where Sansa is concerned). But knowing how much D&D prioritize Sandor’s relationship with Arya makes me instinctively begrudging of this scene... because we should have had at least ONE mention of Sansa in his presence this season ffs. Like, in this scene alone, why they hell couldn’t Jon have interrupted and been like “uhhhh what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be looking after Sansa at WF?” BOOM. It’s that fucking easy, folks. So, yeah, I guess I kinda love/hate this scene. (If we do end up getting SanSan in Season 8, I’ll happily revisit this scene with fresh perspective!)

Meanwhile, another riveting reunion between Tyrion and Bronn, where Tyrion reminds Bronn of his offer that he will pay double whatever Cersei’s paying him, and Bronn’s like “nah I’m delivering a bunch of traitors to the Queen’s feet, the payout’s gonna be amazeballs!”

So they all arrive to the Main Stage and are just sorta milling around until Cersei gets there. While they’re waiting, Sandor rolls up on Tyrion and talking about how he left the city because he didn’t wanna die in it and ask if he’s actually gonna die in it. UM THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN THERE??? Seriously, why was it so crucial for HIM to be there instead of, say, Tormund? Or Beric? Why didn’t Jon say, “yo, thanks for helping catch this wight, now I think your services would be more useful in Winterfell with my sisters” or something? Or why wouldn’t Sandor have volunteered to do that himself? Why wouldn’t he have 100% protested going back to King’s Landing, where he is a wanted man and where, but his own admission, he didn’t want to be because he didn’t want to die there?? UGH......

So anyway, Sandor blames Tyrion for him being there (uh, no) and says every bad idea seems to have a Lannister behind it, and Tyrion counters by saying every bad Lannister idea has a Clegane to help carry it out.

AND GUESS WHO SHOWS UP JUST AT THAT VERY MOMENT, YOU GUYS?? Yep, Gregor leads the Cersei party into the pit, and everybody’s eyeballin’ each other -- Cersei giving stankeye to Tyrion, Euron leering at Theon, Brienne tryna catch Jaime’s eye but he just totally breezing past her (rude!)...

Everyone takes their seats but first Sandor and Gregor need to beat their chests at each other for a bit.

Sandor points out that Gregor is “even uglier” than himself now and asks “What did they do to you?” And I couldn’t help but detect a slight note of pity in Sandor’s voice and on his face... which he actually has to “snap” himself out of. (I’m sure this was all Rory and not something D&D intended in the script.)

^^ That’s not the exact shot I’m talking about, but even here, it’s kind of hard to look at this and believe there’s just unbridled hate happening. RMC himself has stated that he doesn’t believe Sandor is full of hate anymore, and that seems evident in his performance during this scene. He delivers the lines which are clearly meant to seed “Cleganebowl” in such a way that makes it seem more like he’s saying “You’re a fucking shitperson but look at you now, you have no more power over me and you’re just kinda pathetic and I’m done.” That’s how it read to me, that’s how Rory made me feel in this scene despite the actual words they made him recite, and I’m sticking to it! ;-P

Anywayyyyyz, Sandor then disappears into the barracks below while everyone is now sitting around waiting for Dany. She finally makes her grand entrance on Drogon’s back, and everyone is in awe, including those who have seen the damn dragons before, all except Cersei, who could not look less impressed.

So, now that everyone is assembled for “Westeros’s Got Talent”, host Tyrion Lannister can now introduce---

Oops, nope, wait, first Euron has to pull his Drunk Uncle act and start taunting Theon. Tyrion’s like CAN WE PLEASE REMOVE THE HECKLERS and then Euron makes a joke about Tyrion’s height until finally Cersei's like SIT THE FUCK DOWN OR GET THE FUCK OUT.

So now Tyrion can begin his spiel, and eventually Jon jumps in to deliver the most motivational line ever: “This isn’t about living in harmony; it’s just about living.” Cool incentive, bro! He then explains that the million people living in KL are about to become soldiers in the Army of the Dead, and Cersei’s like “That would be an improvement for them!” HAHAHA SMALLFOLK SO DUMB AND USELESS AMIRITE??

Dany tells Cersei that she won’t make any moves against her until the Northern threat is dealt with and is only looking for a truce in the meantime, but Cersei “Blew Up a Sept To Steal The Throne” Lannister says she doesn’t trust the word of a would-be usurper lolololol.

Then Tyrion’s like “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, CHILDREN OF ALL AGES, MAY I PRESENT TO YOU... THE WHITE WALKER!!!!”

Cue Sandor lugging the crate up the steps and taking like an hour to open it. When he finally does, nothing happens, and it’s starting to get super awkward and Sandor’s like “psssst come on dude you’re embarrassing me!” before he finally just kicks over the crate. The wight goes buckwild and starts running straight toward Cersei but Sandor stops him just in time with a little chain leash (from the Sandra Bolton Collection™?). NOW we have Cersei’s attention!

Then it turns into the weirdest infomercial I’ve ever seen...

Are you tired of ORDINARY weapons that just WON’T give you the white walker-killing results you need? UGH! There has GOT to be a BETTER WAY!

Introducing the DragonGlass5000™!

It slices! It dices! It kills all those pesky white walkers INSTANTLY!

The patented forged-by-dragon-fire blades are so durable, they can cut through bones as easily as a tomato!

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE!

If you act now, we’ll throw in an entire Northern army ABSOLUTELY FREE! (Just pay processing and handling.)

ORDER TODAY BEFORE THE ARMIES OF DARKNESS DESCEND UPON US ALL!

Of course Qyburn has a total necro-boner over all of this, while Euron “Will Make Ramsay Look Like a Puppy” Greyjoy is right SHOOK?? LOL okay... He asks Jon if they can swim and Jon says “it depends on the plot” no, and Euron’s like GOOD CUZ I AM GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH MY FLEET AND HOLING UP ON THE IRON ISLANDS CUZ I’M AFEEEAAARRRED!!! And he just leaves.

Anyway, Cersei’s like WELL I’M CONVINCED and accepts the truce, under the condition that the North remains neutral and doesn’t take up arms against the Lannisters ever. Which seems like a pretty reasonable deal but then Jon “Always Has To Ruin Everything” Snow is like NO DEAL CUZ DANY AND ME ALREADY GOIN’ STEADY. Cersei’s like “Okay cool then have fun with your zombie buddies, Lannister Out!”

As they’re leaving, someone pretending to be Brienne of Tarth tries to convince Jaime to talk to the Queen because “fuck loyalty!” and “honor” and “oaths”! Of course the person who abandoned Sansa in order to go revenge-kill Stannis and then suffer zero consequences from that decision would say such a thing... (Oh dear gods, Gwen, please PLEASE read the books....)

Dany and Tyrion then begin to berate Jon for not lying to Cersei, and Jon actually makes some valid points about how words stop having any meaning if people just keep lying and making false promises (am I watching the same show??). Finally Tyrion volunteers to go chitty-chat with Cersei...

Now, the fact that Cersei left the pit without immediately calling for the arrest of Tyrion and/or Sandor is rather preposterous. And before you say “but doing that woulda started an all-out war right then and there!”, let me remind you that Tyrion wouldn’t let Jon go and talk to Cersei because he was convinced Cersei would KILL him “for sure”.... Sooo obviously they didn’t think Cersei would be too concerned that pulling some bullshit would start more bullshit. And let’s be honest -- who would have really cared if she’d called for Sandor’s arrest? No one’s going to war over the Hound. :-/

So Tyrion goes to see Cersei, and Peter and Lena act their faces off, which is nice I guess if not for the stilted dialogue but they always manage to sell it. At one point, Tyrion triple-dog-dares Cersei to just go ahead and have him killed (Gregor’s body is ready!) but somehow she can’t bring herself to do it... Plot Armor is just too strong! Tyrion insists he’s still pro-Lannister and Cersei’s asks then why the hell is he working with Dany and he says he believes she’ll make the world a better place (with his sage guidance). He then soon figures out that she’s pregnant but only because she’s been rubbing her belly and wiggling her eyebrows up and down at him for the last 15 minutes...

Meanwhile, in the dragonpit, Team North is just kicking rocks (or animal bones) while Dany and Jon talk about dragons and shit and at some point she mentions how she can’t have kids, and Jon asks who told her, and she says “the witch who killed my husband” -- which, if I’m not mistaken, never actually happened on the show? Seriously, can’t these guys hire a fucking continuity supervisor or something who can be like “yo that never happened in previous seasons??” I mean, not that they’d ever listen to him... So, nevermind I guess.

Anyway, the best part of this scene is the rest of the characters literally just wandering aimlessly in the background.

So then Tyrion comes moping back into the pit to deliver the news, but before he can say anything, Cersei and her posse comes stomping the runway once more and she announces that she’s sending all her peeps north with them and that she hopes that they remember how nice she was once the war is over (mmm-hmmmmm)...

Meanwhile in Winterhell, Sansa has received a raven from Jon telling her he’s pledged allegiance to Dany and of course she’s annoyed af, and of course LF is right there next to her like “Oh my GOD I cannot BELIEVE he did that to you what a DICK!!” and also of course suggests that Sansa could reclaim her claim if Jon decides to go kick it with Dany on the reg, but Sansa says Arya would probably kill her for that. Then LF starts laying down his step-by-step scientific method for figuring out what someone wants and suggests Sansa use it on Arya, which leads them both to the laughable conclusion that Arya herself wants to be Lady of Winterfell. Yeah, sure, the girl who specifically stated in the first season that she didn’t want to be a lady AT ALL... wants to rule Winterfell. Gold stars all around, geniuses!!

Team North is back on Dragonstone plotting their next move. Jon wants Dany to sail with him to White Harbor as opposed to Jorah’s idea that she fly there herself because it’s safer. Buuuut we already know how this goes, don’t we? Dany of course takes Jon’s suggestion.

Later on, Jon and Theon have a heart-to-heart which SEEMED like it was going in the direction of Theon declaring that he always considered the Starks more like his family than the Greyjoys and that he wanted to atone for betraying Robb by fighting for Jon’s cause but AHHHHHAHAHA PSYCHE he’s totally choosing his abusers! Hooray! With that, he tries to catch a ride back to KL to rescue Yara and gets the shit beat out of him in one of the most disgusting scenes I’ve ever seen on this show, where Theon has to “prove his worth” by learning how to be violent again. Awesome. It all culminates in a truly reprehensible moment where he is kicked between the legs but.... it doesn’t have any effect?? For some reason?? I’m no goddamn expert but I am pretty sure a swift knee to the groin would hurt like hell whether you have a penis or not. Wow, a new low even for D&D....

Back at Winterhell, Sansa is standing out on the battlements looking very introspective, then she tells a random guard to bring Arya to the Great Hall.

Cut to the Great Hall, where Sansa and Bran are seated up front and the rest of the room seems to be populated only by LF, Yohn Royce, and soldiers... meaning, no Northern Lords present. An important detail to keep in mind... Anyway, Arya is brought before Sansa and Sansa starts rattling off a list of charges. “How do you respond to these charges.... LORD BAELISH??”

LF is like WHO, ME?? And Sansa pulls out ALL the receipts, starting with Lysa, then the letter she wrote to Cat, then LF betraying Ned. LF’s all YOU WEREN’T THERE YOU CAN’T PROVE A THING to which Miss Cleo decides to pipe in recall how LF put a knife to Ned’s throat and whatnot, which everyone just IMMEDIATELY buys without question.

(gosh, if only there was someone who HAD been there and witnessed it firsthand and could have provided concrete evidence in lieu of having to call the Psychic Friends Network for verification...)

Sansa repeatedly asks LF if he denies these charges and LF repeatedly responds YES but apparently it’s just a rhetorical question? Sansa thanks LF for all the lessons and gives Arya the go to slice his throat open. The End.

Sooooo. Yeah. Much like the Sandor/Brienne scene, I have a complicated love/hate relationship with this scene. For starters the GIGANTIC ASS-PULL it required to get here. Apparently D&D would like us to believe that, thanks to Bran, Sansa and Arya have been in possession of this information for some time now, and I guess they want us to also believe that Arya’s threats to kill Sansa were just a ruse (which they were BOTH in on) in order to lead on LF?? Huh? First of all, WHY? What could POSSIBLY have been the point?? How the fuck did that conversation go??

Bran: “LF totally betrayed Dad.”

Sansa: “Really? Holy shit, we need to execute his ass immediately.”

Arya: “No, wait! I have an even BETTER idea! Let’s make him think we want to kill each other first!”

Sansa: “OMG brilliant!”

???????????????????????

And then they proceed to threaten each other BEHIND CLOSED DOORS?? THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE. If this is truly what we are meant to believe, then they should have given us some indication that LF WAS DIRECTLY AWARE of their fighting, either by showing one of his little spies scurrying out of the woodwork after one of Sansa & Arya’s confrontations, or show LF himself observing nearby. Then we could at least buy that Sansa and Arya were putting on a show for him. But Sansa was SEARCHING ARYA’S ROOM IN SECRET and Arya CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND HER when she threatened to cut Sansa’s face off! GIVE ME A MOTHERDUCKING BREAK.

A more likely scenario, of course, is that Arya really DID mean all those threats, and they both only became aware of what was happening very recently thanks to Bran. BUT THAT STILL MEANS THAT ARYA FUCKING THREATENED TO KILL HER SISTER. That also means that both of them were too stupid to realize for themselves that LF was playing them and needed Dionne Warwick to clue them in.

Then we get to the way in which LF’s execution was... executed. Soooo I guess this is what the Starks do now? Just murder people willy-nilly without any sort of due process? Much like Ramsay, this felt more like personal vengeance than actual justice. As I mentioned above, no other Northern Lords were present, LF repeatedly denied the charges, but Sansa was just like “Well too bad, DIE!” Aside from Lysa’s death, the only “evidence” they had for the other charges was a kid who talks to trees. Pretty sure that wouldn’t hold up in a trial... which I guess is why they kept the Northern Lords out of this altogether. They never even mentioned how LF conspired with the Tyrells to kill Joffrey -- something he ADMITTED to Sansa. He ADMITTED to conspiracy to commit regicide. This, along with the murder was Lysa, is something he could actually be charged with a crime for. But because the victim was someone Sansa hated anyway, it didn’t “count”. Which proves that none of this was actually about justice; it was vengeance.

Let’s also remember that Sansa finding out that Littlefinger betrayed her father HAPPENED OFF-SCREEN. D&D prioritized a GOTCHA! moment over getting to see Sansa’s reaction to finding out that the man she’s spent the last 4 seasons with was responsible for her father’s death, to see how she came to the conclusion that this was the final straw and that he needed to be dealt with. It’s a moment we've been waiting 7 SEASONS FOR. I don’t know about you, but I would have rather seen that ANY DAY instead of this lame, contrived “ruse” she and Arya cooked up. Because I care more about seeing Sansa learn the truth than I am about seeing Littlefinger get his throat cut. (It’s a very close second though...)

So... yay, Littlefinger’s dead, I guess. And bravo to Sansa for not SMIRKING about it afterwards. But leave it to D&D to make one of the most anticipated moments of the entire series just completely “meh”.

^^^ how one SHOULD look after sentencing a man to death

Down in KL, Cersei finds Jaime planning the expedition north and she’s like “You idiot, we’re not going North.” Of course he’s like BITCH WHAT THE HELL?? He tells her (AGAIN) that they cannot beat Dany & Jon’s combined forces alone, and their only option is to join or die. Cersei again brings up the damn Golden Company and seemed pretty convinced that that (along with sweet sweet ca$h) is their ticket to victory. She then reveals that the real reason Euron left in the middle of the white walker infomercial was because he’s sailing to Essos to recruit the GC. Jaime’s like

But Cersei’s like “yeah well you kiki’d with Tyrion without telling me so we’re even!” But Jaime’s like LOOK BITCH I pledged to go North and that’s what Imma do, which Cersei calls treason. Jaime’s like GURL BYE but he’s intercepted by Gregor. He’s like “oh what you gonna KILL ME now? I’m all you have left!” But Cersei’s like “eh, not really” so Jaime’s like “Then do it, hoe.” She’s REALLY close too but he calls her bluff and struts away. On what freaking planet does Cersei come closer to having JAIME killed than Tyrion???

Last we see Jaime, he’s riding North, presumably by himself.

In Winterfell, Sam and Gilly show up, which answers the question from 2 weeks ago: “Did Sam abandon the Night’s Watch?” LOL why yes, yes he did. He immediately goes to see Bran and then it’s STORYTIME! Gather round, everybody, to hear this tale of how D&D completely screwed the pooch on Jon’s parentage!

See, once upon a time, there was completely Unproblematic White Boy named Rhaegar, a Crown Prince who had a PoC wife named Elia and two kids named Aegon and Rhaenys. You may remember them as the SOLE REASON OBERYN MARTELL CAME TO KING’S LANDING IN SEASON 4.

For reasons unexplained other than TWOO WUV, Rhaegar left his wife and two children, somehow convinced a septon to issue an annulment behind their backs, effectively making their children/heirs into bastards, and then secretly married Lyanna Stark and had another baby with her, whom he also named Aegon(????), simply because “he loved her.” Yep, that’s it. No prophecies, no ambiguity whatsoever... Just a dude who wanted to get his fuck on with another lady, and “Robert’s Rebellion was built on a lie”.

Except Robert’s Rebellion was actually built on the fact that the King murdered one of his feudal lords and his son in cold blood when they appealed to him to make Rhaegar answer for absconding with their daughter & sister. Not an unreasonable request???? Since she was only 15 and betrothed to someone else??

So while Bran is spinning the yarn of The Princess Bride II, we see him in a garden watching as Rhaegar & Lyanna are tying the knot (literally), and I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE SO CHEAP THEY COULDN’T GET RHAEGAR A DIFFERENT WIG AND HAD TO USE VISERYS’S INSTEAD.

And while we’re literally being told how Jon and Dany are related, we are treated to the much-anticipated #BOATSEX! Which was... less two people fucking and more two people planking?? It was literally just two naked people laying on top of each other. It made me... UN-horny??

And thus ends the second consecutive season learning about Jon’s parentage. We’ll call this a Mulligan after last year’s muck-up I guess...

Oh but there’s just one more thing.... Over at Eastwatch, Tormund and Beric are (literally) chillin’ when all of a sudden LOOKEE WHO FINALLY SHOWED UP AFTER 3 SEASONS?? And they brought a new friend -- a blue flame-shootin’ undead dragon (which holes in his wings for some reason?) ready for Demo Day on Extreme Makeover: The Wall Edition. Maybe they should have built a giant moat instead...?

Until next season!!!

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Baby-sitting a Pretty Boy | Mark Tuan [GOT7]

The last thing Nat expected to do for her boss was to babysit a "Pretty Boy" from an Idol Band....

Cast: Mark Tuan Nat (OC) GOT7

WARNING: I cannot be held responsible for any spelling mistakes or grammer errors in this story as apparently my furry friend have learned how to type 🤘😁🤘

Have a read...constructive criticism is appreciated.

Happy Reading!!!!

PC: Owner

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Chapter 1: New Assignment - Babysitting

If there's one thing I hate, it's people interupting my sleep on my off day...

I woke up to the shrilling sound of my ringtone. Half asleep, I managed to locate my phone while knocking down several items in the process. I tried to figure out the caller with my eyes still half closed & I really didn't like the name that was dancing on my screen.

It was Jerry, my boss at work & best buddy off work...

"You better have a goddamn good reason, or else you're dead to me dude!" I hissed into the phone.

"Nat! Sorry to call you this early, but Boss called asking for you," Jerry replied quickly.

I was stunned. "What! You mean Boss...Boss?!?"

"Yep!" Jerry simply stated.

"But I thought he was out of the country for another 2 weeks!" I replied surprised.

"Well... He's back alright. No time to explain now...Nat you need to get down to his house ASAP," Jerry said hurriedly.

"Say what now!?!" I screamed. You've got to be kidding me, I thought.

"Why do I need to go to that old fart's place?" I asked, now irritated.

"Well, I'm not sure...he just told me to send you there as soon as I get hold of you. By the way, he's not an "Old Fart" and you know it," he retorted.

"Yeah, yeah...but right now he is," I grumbled. I don't consider people who creeps on my me-time, Sweet.

"So you're cool, right?" he asked hesitantly.

"Do I have a choice?" I replied sarcastically.

"Chill, Nat, I'm sure it won't be so bad. Just go there quickly, and find out what he wants. I'm gonna ring him up and let him know you'll be there in an hour's time. And yeah, Nat..." I hear him sigh on the other end, "don't you dare go in your PJs," Jerry added, sounding serious.

I started to laugh, "Come on, hon! I'm not that bad..."

"Well, you did the last time I called you in on your day off. Just making sure that we don't get a repeat of THAT episode."

"Gotcha, Boss!" I replied still laughing. "OK...gotta hang up and get ready or else I won't make it on time," I said as I jump off the bed.

"Alright! Update me later. 'kay? And thanks, Nat." Jerry said, relieved.

"Just add couple of more zeros on my pay check, and we'll be good," I said cheekily and hung up.

I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower...

Hi...forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nat. 27 years old, single & very much happy. FYI: Relationships are pain in the arse, rock is my music, I'm a rock-chick-kinda-fella. My best friend is a guy...yeah, I was just talking to him. Food fussers are a No-No in my book (Ha! think I just coined a new word...eh! You get what I'm saying, no? Moving on. -.-) Weird and crazy pretty much fits my bill. Yep...that's me. I'm a walking awesomeness...Bam!!

Oh yeah... and just to make it clear: That Old Fart I mentioned earlier, is actually a very sweet old fella. For some reason, Mr. and Mrs. Lee have always treated me like family. Said I reminded them of their feisty daughter who, sadly, passed away (RIP her soul). Hmmm... maybe that's the reason. Either way, I love this old couple. They always made me feel at home in this new city.

In case you're wondering, I only moved to this city about 2 years ago when Jerry asked me to join his company. It was a sudden plan, but I never regretted it. I love this city and the people here are pretty cool too. Although, I do miss home... but then again, I get to visit my folks often. So no big deal there, ya know? Having said that, gotta to rush.

I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans, my formidable boots, grabbed my jacket and keys before I ran passed the door. It was a 30 minute drive without traffic. I drove towards the highway, hoping I didn't get caught in traffic, but then again, I always did. Just my luck! It took me 40 minutes just to reach the place.

I got ushered in by one of the maids. She asked me to wait in the living room while she left to let Mr. Lee know of my arrival. I sat there yawning. Honestly, I still haven't snapped out of my sleep-like state. Even the cushions on the sofa made me want to lay down and just curl myself off to sleep. I look at it longingly and sighed.

"Nat, sweetheaaaart! Good morning!!!" Mr. Lee said as he came in with the brightest smile. It always amazes me how people can be so cheerful so early in the morning. Really! I'm always a sore bear until 10. Brushing aside the thought, I got up, put on my brightest (fake) smile & wished him a good morning, and gave him a hug.

"How have you been, dear?" Mr. Lee asked sitting down opposite to me.

"I've been good. How was your trip?" I asked.

"Trip was good, but we had to cut it short since my grandson, Mark, will be visiting. And that's also the reason why I called you as well."

"Huh?! What does your grandson have to do with me?" I asked confused.

"Well you see, Grandma and I won't be of much company. So, I wanted to request you to show him around, you know. It's his first visit, and I want him to have a good time. Plus, he's been studying abroad all his life and he is not very fluent in Korean. He's more comfortable with English. You're fluent in both. So, it will be easier for him with you around," Mr. Lee added.

"Soooo... basically, you want me to babysit him??" I cringed at the thought.

"Well, not exactly... I'm just asking you to keep him company. Show him around while he's here, take him out, and have fun. Do what you young kids do this days," Mr. Lee said amused.

As much as I hate the thought of babysitting some rich brat, I couldn't say NO to my boss who also happens to be my extended family, could I? "So, yeah... I'll do it," I said reluctantly.

Seeing my torn expression, Mr. Lee laughed. "Don't be so down, dear. I'm sure both of you will hit it off great. Mark is a nice kid."

He then, briefed me that I needed to go pick him from the airport at 7pm. He also suggested that I move in for the next 2 weeks while Mark was here which I calmly refused. Babysitting him during the day time was enough. I was not gonna sacrifice my precious nights as well. Psssst...I mentally snap.

"Alright then, it's all set. I will see you when you bring Mark home. By the way, did I tell you, my grandson is in some idol band?? GOT...TT...GOT7! Yeah, that's it. You should look them up. Apparently, they are quite popular. And he's also a good looking young man," Mr. Lee winked. I rolled my eyes which got him laughing.

"I'll have Jerry forward you my Mark's picture and number so you can easily recognize him when you go to pick him up," Mr. Lee added as he saw me to the door.

"Ok, well... I will see you later in the evening. Say hello to Mrs. Lee for me." I called on my way out.

"Sure, sure... she will be cooking up a feast, and waiting for you guys," he said as he waved. I smiled as I got in my car. Well, at least there's some perks to this job. I absolutely love Mrs. Lee cooking. Even the thought of it has me salivating.

On my way back I called Jerry...

"Hey Nat! So what's the news??" he asked all hyped up.

"Nothing exciting. I got a babysitting assignment. Can you believe that!?! Boss precious grandson is visiting, so he wants me to babysit him. Seriously, I can't believe I'm ending up babysitting some pretty boy!" I shouted frustratingly.

"Pretty boy??" Jerry asked confused.

"Well, apparently, this kid is in some idol band....GOT 8... 9 or something," I murmured without any interest.

"You mean GOT7!!!??" Jerry shouted excitingly.

"Hmmn... yeah, I think that's right, GOT7. You know them??"

"OMG! Nat... please tell me you know GOT7!!"

"Nope... Don't know, don't care!!. You know I'm not into pop stuff," I replied.

"Girl! You are such a lost cause... seriously! We need to have you caught up on GOT7's profile ASAP. I'm mailing you Mark's picture, and number in a bit. Please go through it, ok? Please, Nat," he begged.

"Ok, ok...geez it's not like I have an exam or something. I just have to chauffeur the pretty boy's arse to places he wants to visit, and I'm out."

"Gosh! Nat... you can't do just that," Jerry sounded taken aback.

"Why? Do I have to change his diaper, and feed him too?" I tease.

"Uff! Nat, you know what I mean. GOT7 is a big deal. You might have to fan-off fans while you take him out. You have no idea how this teen fans are. They are bat shit crazy. Just go through the email... Trust me, it's gonna help you with this job. I don't want you offending Boss's grandson with your sassy attitude. Although, I'm pretty much sure you will, one way or the other," Jerry said as a matter of fact.

I couldn't help, but laugh. "You know me, honey, if the kid gets smart with me, he's gonna get his share. Though I promise I will try my best not to let him get on my nerves, 'k? Happy?"

"Sounds fair..." he said reluctantly.

"Ok, then. Talk to you later. Sending you the email now. Pretty boy should drop a text when he takes off. Please be there on time at the airport, k? Bye now...."

I drove back home dreading my new assigned job...

Well, pretty boy... Let's see how we fair, aite!

*My big thank you to Jasmine for helping me with the proofreading*

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Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Two - First Day on the Job

Monday had rolled around much sooner than anyone had anticipated. Much to Gaster's dismay, the weekend just wasn't long enough. He got to the lab much before his shift was supposed to start, out of lack of anything better to do. A cup of hot coffee on the corner of his desk, a mountain of paperwork and too much free time could drive a person to go to work at six in the morning when they didn't start until eight.

The door opened at seven forty-five, and Gaster turned his head to see his new assistant early for his first day. He frowned slightly. Early on the first day... Hm...

"Uh, hi." Sans said. His voice echoed through the room. "I'm a bit early. I hope there's no problem with that."

"No, not at all. I hadn't expected you to be early, but there isn't any issue with it." The Royal Scientist replied. "Come over here, we're going to talk about the expectations and rules."

Sans closed the door and walked over, standing beside his new boss' desk. "So, what do I do?"

"Your first task is to refill my coffee mug." The other replied. He tapped the mug with his index finger. "There's a coffee pot in the break room."

Sans frowned, but shook the expression. Wouldn't wanna get fired the first day, and fifteen minutes before he was even supposed to start, no less. "Got ya, boss. How do you like your coffee?"

"Three sugar, two cream." Gaster replied, wrapped up in his paperwork still. Sans took the mug by the handle, and like a good little go-for, went into the room labeled 'Break Room'. A few minutes later, Gaster had a cup of coffee on his desk again.

"There ya go." Sans said. Gaster looked up at him, and Sans just stared back.

"Three sugar, two cream?"

"Three sugar, two cream." Sans confirmed. "What do I do now, Doc?"

Gaster cringed internally at the broken English. "We're going to talk about a uniform."

"What the heck is a uniform?" Sans asked. Gaster wanted to hang himself.

"Specific clothes you have to wear for a job. Today, your street clothes are fine. It's the first day, and you are... Apparently misinformed about uniforms." Gaster explained. His assistant made a face of understanding. "The uniform is a straight colour button down shirt, a tie, black or khaki slacks, and dress shoes. Think you can manage to get things like that in your closet by next Monday?"

"What's the female uniform like?"

If ever there was a question that absolutely boggled Gaster's mind, that would be it. "... Several questions. Firstly; do you see anyone here who is female?"

"No. We're the only ones here." Sans replied.

"The janitor is a woman, but that's about it. She doesn't do the same job as us. Second question, why do you care about the female uniform?"

"Was just curious..." Sans muttered. Gaster internally facepalmed. Right... This guy was a piece of work.

"To answer your absolutely confusing question, if a woman were to work here, the uniform would probably be the same. Maybe minus the tie."

"What about a skirt-"

"Save all questions like that for after nine A.M, please, and thank you." He pointed to the desk in the corner of the room. "Please move that desk over here, Mr. Fontz."

"You can just call me Sans. Mr. Fontz is too formal." Sans replied.

"Move the desk, Mr. Fontz." Gaster repeated. Sans moved the desk closer, almost directly next to Gaster's.

"What now?" He asked.

"Sit."

Sans sat. "What now?"

"Keep doing that."

Sans frowned. "Is that all I'm gonna do all day?"

"Probably. That's mostly the job."

He frowned deeply. "Why am I getting paid to sit?"

"Asgore insisted I have someone around here to socialize with. I told him that I wasn't a very social person, but he didn't exactly listen." The scientist leaned back in his chair.

"Well, can we do science stuff?" Sans asked. Gaster was becoming very impatient.

"Later, Mr. Fontz." He answered.

An hour of silence passed before something made contact with the side of Gaster's head and landed on his desk. A paper airplane... He unfolded it. Written in red pen was the words 'i'm bored let's do something'. He glared at his assistant, who shrugged. Gaster crumpled the paper up, throwing it towards the trashcan, it bouncing off the rim and rolling on the floor before Gaster fixed his glasses and went back to his work. "Psssst." He glared at Sans, his hair covering his annoyed expression. He glanced back at his work. "Psssssssst. Gaaaaster."

"Please be quiet so that I can concentrate, Mr. Fontz." Gaster said. Another paper airplane was thrown at him. He glared at his assistant again, making sure that Sans had seen his annoyance. "Please stop that so that I can concentrate."

Sans folded his arms, blowing his hair out of his face. Gaster unfolded the plane. Written in red pen was 'i wanna actually do stuff, dude'. "This isn't a very challenging job."

"You want challenging? Fine, I'll give you challenging. Make sure you don't have dull moment at all today." The scientist stood, and returned a few moments later with... A cube. It had different colours on it. He mixed it up a bit before slamming it onto Sans' desk. "Solve that."

Sans picked the cube up. "The hell is this thing?"

"An intelligence test. Get all of the colours on the same side as the cubes with that colour. Match it."

"So, like, one side all red, one side all green-"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Gaster sat as his desk. Five minutes later, there was a tap on his shoulder. He looked over, eyes widening. "How-"

"Solved it." Sans interrupted. "That was easy. Gimme something challenging."

Gaster muttered under his breath. "I've had just about enough, Mr. Fontz." He said. "I don't think you're cut out for this."

"What? I solved the cube. Isn't that what you wanted?" Sans asked.

"You aren't very mature." Gaster replied. "If I really need to hire someone because of Asgore's insistence that I can't do this alone, despite having done it alone since I was sixteen years old, an assistant that could show a little decorum, and engage in intelligent conversation would be appreciated. You asked me about the female uniform, despite there being no females here, and then proceeded to throw paper airplanes at my head...!"

The Royal Scientist was turning red in the face, and Sans looked a bit hurt. "Alright, I'm sorry..." The smaller male replied. "I'm not used to... Doing nothing, and then getting paid. I've always had to work for it. I'm just kinda... Nervous, and a bit confused."

Gaster relaxed in his seat. Right, first day jitters... "Please, get me more coffee."

Sans stood from his seat and was back with a fresh cup of coffee within minutes. Gaster sipped. His assistant had remembered how he liked his coffee... Which wasn't much, but it showed that he retained memory pretty well. "Um... Could we do science stuff?"

Gaster put the mug down. "Yeah. Sure. Why the hell not? That's what we're getting paid to do."

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Punch out time, five P.M. The taller male had locked the doors after they'd exited the building, looking to his assistant. "You did... Okay work today. Less airplane crashes from now on, please."

Sans laughed a little. "Sure thing, Doc."

"Please, it's Gaster."

"Well, then, call me Sans."

Gaster paused. "Fine. Sans it is."

Sans grinned. "Could also call me The Legendary Fart Master."

"I am not calling you that." The Royal Scientist protested. "You're lucky I'm even calling you Sans. I don't do first names."

"Yeah, you do. You called the King 'Asgore' earlier. That's his first name." Sans said. Gaster flushed pink in embarrassment.

"I've personally known Asgore for about seven years, before his child was even born. We're on a first name basis. I have known you a few hours. It's different."

Sans pulled his phone out. "We should exchange phone numbers."

"Why on Earth should we do that?" Gaster asked.

"So you can know me for more hours without having a paper airplane thrown at ya."

Gaster stood there for a moment. It seemed his co-worker wanted to be friendly... "Okay. Sure." He pulled his phone out, they exchanged numbers, and then they both shoved their phones in their pockets.

"See ya tomorrow." Sans said.

"See you tomorrow."

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"Marco!" Sans yelled as he got in.

"Poooolooooo!!" Papyrus yelled back.

"Nerd's home!!" Sans heard Undyne yell. He mentally prepared himself for the hyper pre-teen and teen as they ran down the steps.

"Can we have money?" Papyrus asked. Wow, what a great question to walk in to. Not 'how was work, Sans,' or 'how are you Sans,'. 'Can we have money?'. Undyne knocked him on the head.

"That's not how it's done, Papyrus! He's more likely to give us money if he's in a good mood! Make him smile, then rob him!!"

Sans raised an eyebrow. This sure was interesting to watch. "Oh! Okay, Undyne!" Papyrus said. She facepalmed as he looked back up to Sans. "Brother, I love you lots! Can we have money?"

"What for, and how much?"

"Glow sticks, and twenty G." Papyrus replied. Sans pulled out his wallet.

"You are killing me, smalls. I bought you guys glow sticks last week." He handed Undyne the money as Papyrus hopped up and down.

"I love glow sticks almost as much as I love you, brother."

"We're gonna get 'em tomorrow, after Paps gets out of school." Undyne said. Sans had hung his hoodie up and kicked his slippers off.

"Fine by me." He plopped on the couch, leaning back. It wasn't a very comfortable couch... But it beat standing, or sitting on the floor.

His phone started ringing, and he picked up. "Hello?"

Silence on the other end for a moment. "I have called to confirm that this is the right number."

"Well, who were ya trying to call?" Sans asked.

"The Legendary Fart Master."

Sans blinked, and then smiled. "Yeah, this is him."

"Okay." Gaster said. "See you tomorrow at work, Sans."

"See ya, Gaster."

Click. The Royal Scientist stared at the screen for a few moments. Maybe Sans was the kind of person he could actually be friends with. Lord knows he didn't have many of those to begin with...

[howsit-going-toend]

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 6

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 ... Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: Yowza, the next part won’t be this long, I promise!! I just really loved writing this one, though this part probably contains the least amount of Jiyong thus far. As always, I hope you all enjoy it!!!)

“For the fifth time, yes, we’ll make sure you get a wig with short black hair.”

You were nearing the end of what turned out to be a surprisingly difficult rehearsal with iKon and were responding to all questions in between your panting. All along it had been extremely entertaining and your difficulty breathing mainly came from how often you’d burst out laughing at the way the 7 men attempted to be feminine. You should have accounted for the amount of effort it would take to get these boys to dance the way girl groups do.

“Short black hair will just work the best with my face. It’s my concept.” Junhoe was insistent, as per usual, that his good looks be maintained throughout the performance and the rest of you had a good laugh whenever it was brought back up.

“We don’t even know what wigs we’re getting yet; worry instead about not looking like such a caveman with your hip thrusts!” You passed B.I. an exhausted look that read “thank you,” as everyone laughed at the leader trying to keep his members focused on their femininity.

“All right, all right, we only have ten minutes left so let’s use it wisely, guys. Show me the opening formation one more time.” You instructed as the boys tiredly made their way to their positions and stood in a variety of hip accentuating poses. With laughter evident in your voice, you did your best to continue to give them constructive feedback.

“Ok. I like it, I’m liking it. I know you’re tired and just annoyed with how nitpicky I’m being but just make sure to smile a little when you’re up on stage! This should be fun!” They each immediately forced the biggest, fakest, smiles you’d ever seen, which had you on the ground laughing at how silly it looked with each of their poses.

“You guys are the best. Let’s just run through it all the way one more time and then I’ll let you go.” They each sighed in relief while you counted off the start of “Up & Down.” You watched them move around your studio, doing their best to be graceful, while you tried your best not to laugh through the entire song like you did the past four run-throughs. You found it even funnier that they were trying so hard to get each move right; every hair twirl and every hip shake hit with accuracy, down to the point of their toes.

Once they hit their last pose, you cheered exceptionally flamboyant and jumped up and down shouting “Great job girls!! Woo!”

“Yah! Y/N, are we done now? Can we go back to being men?” To no one’s surprise, Bobby was the least excited to act girly and he knew you were teasing them all because of it. It was actually really entertaining to hear them complain, because you knew they were all having fun; even Bobby.

“Yes, yes, you all get to leave me now. But only if you curtsy on the way out.”

They groaned in unison while you crossed your arms in response and stared them down. “And here I was missing you guys. Guess no one cares that this really will be the last time I work with you. ForEVER.”

“Yah! You don’t have to be so dramatic about it and make us feel bad!” Jinhwan exclaimed,

“You’re one to talk, ‘Jinny’.” Chanwoo got a laugh out of everyone but Jinhwan who shoved his shoulder in response.

“You know we’ll see you soon, Y/N! We can all go out for a group dinner once we have a break from touring.” You gave a smile and a bow to Donghyuk. You could always count on him to make the most genuinely thoughtful comments. “I can’t wait.” You replied.

You stood by the door, giving them each a hug after they curtsied, one by one, on the way out. Well, almost all of them.

Bobby, the last in line, stood in front of you with his arms crossed, mocking the look you gave them earlier. “If you think I’m giving you a curtsy you’re crazy.” He said in defiance. You chuckled, knowing he would say something like that. “I know. I know. You’re just too cool for curtsies. Whatever!”

His look of seriousness cracked into his trademark grin, as he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Well hey, we’re supposed to leave in a few days to continue the tour and I probably won’t be able to hang out until at least mid-July, so let’s do something tomorrow night!”

“Oh definitely! Just text me; we’ll figure something out.” You had found yourself hoping you’d get to hang out with Bobby before they left, so it made you happy when he was the first to suggest it. You finished saying goodbye and waved to him and the rest of the guys as they got into their van and drove away.

While you paced back through your studio, you caught a glimpse at your calendar above your front desk. Thinking back to where you might have been a year ago on this day, you found yourself actually smiling; because though you didn’t feel as happy, you knew that you would be soon. And you would be doing it all on your own.

The following afternoon, as you observed your advanced hip hop class, you were struck with inspiration. You remembered how you used to post videos of your classes back in the states that had garnered a lot of attention through YouTube, and soon found yourself breaking for a moment in search of your camera. It had been sitting in its carrying case in the trunk of your car for longer than you’d like to admit, but your dancers all beamed with excitement the moment you brought it inside.

You spent the last thirty minutes of the class taking clip after clip of different small groups performing the week’s choreography. Everyone hit each move with top precision and the strongest facial expressions you’d seen from them yet. They all badgered you to show the videos, but you denied them. “You’ll just have to catch yourselves on YouTube tomorrow! You shouldn’t need these videos to prove you guys did amazing today; I’ll see you all next week!” They groaned while you smiled in anticipation for all the positive feedback they had no idea they’d be receiving.

Since theirs was your only class of the day, you decided to lounge out in the front room of your studio and review everything you’d filmed. You fell backwards onto the one couch, leaving your legs to dangle over the arm, as you held your camera over your body and flipped through each piece of footage.

You recorded a lot more than you thought; most of it was definitely useful, but some of it ended up being deleted due to lack of focus or moments that the music got paused. You were in the middle of groaning at the sound of your own voice while you hit delete on the first video you’d taken that day; revealing the most recent video you’d recorded the last time you used that camera.

You nearly dropped the heavy piece of recording equipment right on your face when you saw the thumbnail. You’d know that living room anywhere.

Not bothering to even blink, you reached a shaking thumb to press the button to start the video; having zero recollection to its contents.

The camera panned across a black leather couch and down to a tiled floor as your bare feet came into view, walking forward. “Doo-doo-doooo-doodoo-doooo.” You were muttering a random, made-up tune to yourself while you paced through the living room. The lighting dimmed as it adjusted to the dark room you then walked into. You felt your hands get clammy as you continued watching, your feet still the center of the shot, as you approached the edge of a bed with dark colored sheets.

And there it was; that all too familiar bright orange head of hair, turned away from the camera in a deep slumber. You watched your hand come into view as you climbed onto the bed and turned the camera to get a better look at Jiyong’s face. Your breathing stilled as his makeup-clean face that you used to wake up to every morning came into focus. 

You watched as your index finger made its way to his right cheek and poked it lightly. “Psssst…Jagi…Jagi…wake uuup.” You whispered as his eyebrows furrowed in response. He took a deep breath and let out a groan. “Nooo, let me sleep.”

“You’ve been sleeping all day though. I know it’s someone’s day off buuut I thought just maybe they’d want to spend some of it with me.” He opened his mouth, as if about to disagree, when his eyes opened to the camera in front of his face before he got out a word. “Aishh, why do you always watch me when I’m sleeping?” His voice, though clearly tired, was evident with annoyance. He reached a hand up from the blankets and wiped his face before running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, I thought you thought it was cute… I’m sorry, jagiya.” You could tell by your voice that you were embarrassed by his unexpected reaction, while the camera dropped to the bed and focused on a corner of the room. The sound of sheets rustling filled the speakers of the camera before Jiyong’s voice was heard again in a serious tone. “Please turn that off.”

“Ok.” Your voice was small as the speakers became muffled by your hands gripping the camera once more until the video turned off; allowing you to release the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You remembered that day well; it was the last half of summer and Jiyong had just gotten back from being away on tour for three weeks and actually had a few days off.

You’d thought the two of you would do something together, as you’d been looking forward to seeing him again, but instead he slept. He was so exhausted, and you know that entirely justified him not spending the time with you; there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. This was just the start to a prolonged decline. If anything, this video was documentation of the beginning of the end of your relationship.

Your heart sank at the realization while you quickly turned your camera off and put it down before any tears made their way to the corners of your eyes.

He’s happy without me; I’m happy without him.

You repeated this thought to yourself several times before looking at the clock above your desk. Your stomach growled while you noticed it was nearing dinner time. You forced yourself to get off the couch and gather your things to head home as you reached for your phone.

Y/N: Hey, hey. Still want to hang tonight?

BB: Mmmm I guess

Y/N: Well, butthead, what do you want to do?

BB: Take it back, I was kidding! But I’m down for whatever. You hungry?

Y/N: Starving. Take-out at my place in 30?

BB: Down.

Surrounded by the empty boxes from enough takeout to feed a family of 4, Bobby and you sat back on your couch, rubbing your stomachs in content.

“Why did you make me eat all of that?” You whined, not even devoting the energy to moving your head to look at him when you said it.

“Take-out was YOUR idea.” He replied, also not willing to put any effort into moving.

“Mmm. Shut up and eat your fortune cookie.” You said while you reached into the nearest paper bag and threw the first cookie at him. You weren’t looking, but let out a chuckle when you heard the sound of the wrapper making contact with his chest and the fumbling of his hands trying to catch it.

With the sound of loud crunching filling the room without another word from him, you sprang your head up to look in his direction. He stopped chewing when he noticed you and started giggling; the cookie clearly on one side of his mouth, making his cheek poke out. “What?” he mumbled with his mouth full.

“Bobby, I know you didn’t just eat paper…” You reached for the other cookie while he widened his eyes mockingly and exclaimed “Yeah! Totally! I’m not that dumb, Y/N.”

“Where’s your fortune then, hmm?” You asked while you cracked your cookie open and waved the little piece of paper that was inside. He paused and looked down at his lap that was covered in blankets, Styrofoam boxes and plastic silverware; fumbling around trying to find it. About a minute later, you reached out and grabbed something off the collar of his sweatshirt and stuck his fortune to his forehead. “Found it.” He said triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes at him, and read yours out loud. “Things may seem difficult now, but it will all be worth it in the end.’ Huh, well that sounds relevant. I like it. What does yours say?”

Bobby looked down at his and smiled to himself before reading it out loud. “If you have an idea. Make it into reality; don’t let it go.” He simply nodded his head, looking pleased with his reading.

“Oh I like that one too. In fact, I have an idea. We should pull out Super Smash Bros and make a drinking game to go along with it.” You clapped your hands together, proud of your idea.

“I don’t know, Y/N. That sounds like a quick way to get…smashed.” He pulled the cheesiest grin while you threw a pillow at him and stood from the couch. “Aish. Shut up and come with me to pick up some drinks.”

Since you absolutely suck at most video games, it wasn’t long before you were drunk; especially after Bobby had the bright idea to make a rule that you have to drink every time your player unintentionally falls off the map. He knew all the right combos to use in fighting, but you managed to get him just as drunk with how often you threw items in his character’s face. That’s all you really knew to do, aside from hitting all the buttons on the controller and hoping for the best.

Before either of you knew it, 2am had arrived. Naturally, you’d both fallen over at some point in the game and continued to play while your head rested on Bobby’s knee and he partially laid over your back. Your faces hurt from how much laughing you’d been doing, coupled with the amount of booze in your systems.

“Holy shit, it’s getting late.” You declared while you both did your best to sit up.

“Yeah it is. I’ll wander out of here soon.” He said with a yawn, while you looked at him like he was crazy. There was no way you’d let him drive home like this; let alone walk the whole way at this hour.

“Ha, yeah, no you’re not. You can sleep here, I don’t mind at all.” You got up from the couch and stumbled over to your hall closet where you kept spare blankets and pillows, not allowing him to deny the invitation.

He helped you make a spot for himself on the couch, while you both gulped down some water to help clear your heads.

“Thank youuu, Y/N.” Bobby said as he pulled you in for a hug goodnight. “Anytime, punk.” You replied as you reached up on your tiptoes and ruffled his hair.

You wandered over to your bedroom and got ready for bed; throwing on an oversized shirt and a pair of boy shorts. You passed your camera bag on the ground as you went to lay down and stood still for a moment; finding yourself contemplating on looking at whatever other footage might be on that memory card.

Your slightly drunk mind was taking the wheel as you convinced yourself to kneel down and take the camera out. If that last video was the start of the bad memories, maybe there are a lot of good memories in here too.

As your mind flooded with what else could possibly be captured in that camera from your relationship with Jiyong, you heard a distinct rustling from the living room; interrupting your thought process. Without thinking, you quickly put the camera back in the bag and listened closer out your open bedroom door. You heard light groans of frustration and a lot of rustling of couch cushions, while you held in a laugh.

“Bobby.” You called, as the sounds immediately stopped now that he knew you could hear him.

“…yes?” He asked timidly, making you release your giggle. “Is that couch a little too small for you?” You didn’t even think about that; Bobby was nearly half a foot taller than you and even you had to curl up slightly when laying on that couch. “…kind of. I can just sleep on the floor though, it’s ok!”

“Bobby, do you want to just sleep in here with me?” You surprised yourself as you said those words out loud. He paused, feeling just as caught off guard by the question as you were. “…what? Like in your room on the floor?”

“No, dummy, like in my bed, with me. It’s more comfortable than that couch and it’s definitely better than the floor.”

“Are…are you sure?” Even though you were both still slightly drunk, he was hesitant to take you up on the offer. “Yes, I’m sure.” You laughed. “Now come on, I’m sleepy.”

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing too audibly when you heard him knock into the coffee table as he got up from the couch. He appeared in your doorway with a pillow and a bashful grin that he was clearly trying his best to fight off. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You laughed and said in a deep voice, mimicking him. He laughed a little too loud and made his way in as he accidentally kicked the bed frame. You couldn’t help but find his sudden shyness to be quite cute.

He walked slowly to the other side of the bed, not wanting to appear too eager. You pulled the blanket back and patted the area of the mattress beside you, while he obliged.

“You don’t have to sleep here if it makes you uncomfortable though, Bobby. I just figured it was fine since we typically end up cuddling when we drink together anyways.”

“No, no, I don’t have a problem with it! It’s just been a long time since I’ve shared a bed with someone for the night is all.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

You paused. “Me too, I understand where you’re coming from.” You turned towards him and propped your head up on your elbow as you got an idea. “Well, hey, let’s just talk a little more to make it easier, you know? I think we both deserve a good night’s sleep in a bed and not on that couch or my floor.” He chuckled and turned towards you, in agreement.

It’s a wonder how much more you’re able to learn about a person when you’re lying beside them in a bed, rather than anywhere else. You didn’t even have to go on a tangent, asking about where he went to middle school, whether he grew up with cable, or what his favorite fruits were; you could feel it. You felt the two of you knowing each other better just in the small conversation you shared in that moment. You both laughed as you yawned at the same time, having continued talking longer than expected. He reached over to your nightstand and turned off the lamp at your request; filling the room with darkness.

“Hey, uh, can we cuddle? Is that weird to ask right now?” You whispered after the two of you laid in silence for what felt like thirty minutes. The alcohol in your system had you craving skinship and closeness and knowing that Bobby was right there next to you was more than enough to keep you awake.  

He laughed lightly at your question. “I mean, I don’t think it’s weird. Like you said, we usually end up doing so anyways.” You felt your cheeks redden at the sound of his voice whispering to you through the darkness. Despite the amount of liquid courage still in your body, you felt yourself become the nervous one, as you buried any and all thoughts clinging to the sound of Bobby’s voice.

Making the first move, you pushed yourself over to his side of the bed and wrapped your arm across his torso, while you laid your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around you, holding you securely to him as he let out a contented sigh. 

You felt both of your bodies completely relax in that moment, as silence engulfed the dark room. His toned body felt more like a cushion beneath you and your eyelids became significantly heavier. You smiled into his chest and allowed your eyes to close when you felt his other hand slowly move across your back, rubbing it soothingly.

“Goodnight, Bobby.” You whispered to him as you lifted your head, using your nose as a guide through the dark, and left a light kiss on his cheek before returning to lay on his chest. 

You heard his breathing hitch, making you slightly regret allowing the alcohol in your system to have you make such a bold move, but he recovered quickly with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Y/N.” A smile was evident in his voice, as he drifted off to sleep. You were enjoying laying there more than you thought you would; wrapped in Bobby’s strong arms while the alcohol on your breath and his wafted together.

The feeling of déjà vu officially sank in as the sound of his heartbeat steadily lulled you to sleep.

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[FanFic] Baby-sitting a Pretty Boy | Mark Tuan [GOT7]

The last thing Nat expected to do for her boss was to babysit a “Pretty Boy” from an Idol Band….

Cast: Mark Tuan Nat (OC) GOT7

WARNING: I cannot be held responsible for any spelling mistakes or grammer errors in this story as apparently my furry friend have learned how to type 🤘😁🤘

Have a read…constructive criticism is appreciated.

Happy Reading!!!!

PC: Owner

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Chapter 1: New Assignment - Babysitting

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people interupting my sleep on my off day…

I woke up to the shrilling sound of my ringtone. Half asleep, I managed to locate my phone while knocking down several items in the process. I tried to figure out the caller with my eyes still half closed & I really didn’t like the name that was dancing on my screen.

It was Jerry, my boss at work & best buddy off work…

“You better have a goddamn good reason, or else you’re dead to me dude!” I hissed into the phone.

“Nat! Sorry to call you this early, but Boss called asking for you,” Jerry replied quickly.

I was stunned. “What! You mean Boss…Boss?!?”

“Yep!” Jerry simply stated.

“But I thought he was out of the country for another 2 weeks!” I replied surprised.

“Well… He’s back alright. No time to explain now…Nat you need to get down to his house ASAP,” Jerry said hurriedly.

“Say what now!?!” I screamed. You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought.

“Why do I need to go to that old fart’s place?” I asked, now irritated.

“Well, I’m not sure…he just told me to send you there as soon as I get hold of you. By the way, he’s not an “Old Fart” and you know it,“ he retorted.

"Yeah, yeah…but right now he is,” I grumbled. I don’t consider people who creeps on my me-time, Sweet.

“So you’re cool, right?” he asked hesitantly.

“Do I have a choice?” I replied sarcastically.

“Chill, Nat, I’m sure it won’t be so bad. Just go there quickly, and find out what he wants. I’m gonna ring him up and let him know you’ll be there in an hour’s time. And yeah, Nat…” I hear him sigh on the other end, “don’t you dare go in your PJs,” Jerry added, sounding serious.

I started to laugh, “Come on, hon! I’m not that bad…”

“Well, you did the last time I called you in on your day off. Just making sure that we don’t get a repeat of THAT episode.”

“Gotcha, Boss!” I replied still laughing. “OK…gotta hang up and get ready or else I won’t make it on time,” I said as I jump off the bed.

“Alright! Update me later. ‘kay? And thanks, Nat.” Jerry said, relieved.

“Just add couple of more zeros on my pay check, and we’ll be good,” I said cheekily and hung up.

I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower…

Hi…forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nat. 27 years old, single & very much happy. FYI: Relationships are pain in the arse, rock is my music, I’m a rock-chick-kinda-fella. My best friend is a guy…yeah, I was just talking to him. Food fussers are a No-No in my book (Ha! think I just coined a new word…eh! You get what I’m saying, no? Moving on. -.-) Weird and crazy pretty much fits my bill. Yep…that’s me. I’m a walking awesomeness…Bam!!

Oh yeah… and just to make it clear: That Old Fart I mentioned earlier, is actually a very sweet old fella. For some reason, Mr. and Mrs. Lee have always treated me like family. Said I reminded them of their feisty daughter who, sadly, passed away (RIP her soul). Hmmm… maybe that’s the reason. Either way, I love this old couple. They always made me feel at home in this new city.

In case you’re wondering, I only moved to this city about 2 years ago when Jerry asked me to join his company. It was a sudden plan, but I never regretted it. I love this city and the people here are pretty cool too. Although, I do miss home… but then again, I get to visit my folks often. So no big deal there, ya know? Having said that, gotta to rush.

I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans, my formidable boots, grabbed my jacket and keys before I ran passed the door. It was a 30 minute drive without traffic. I drove towards the highway, hoping I didn’t get caught in traffic, but then again, I always did. Just my luck! It took me 40 minutes just to reach the place.

I got ushered in by one of the maids. She asked me to wait in the living room while she left to let Mr. Lee know of my arrival. I sat there yawning. Honestly, I still haven’t snapped out of my sleep-like state. Even the cushions on the sofa made me want to lay down and just curl myself off to sleep. I look at it longingly and sighed.

“Nat, sweetheaaaart! Good morning!!!” Mr. Lee said as he came in with the brightest smile. It always amazes me how people can be so cheerful so early in the morning. Really! I’m always a sore bear until 10. Brushing aside the thought, I got up, put on my brightest (fake) smile & wished him a good morning, and gave him a hug.

“How have you been, dear?” Mr. Lee asked sitting down opposite to me.

“I’ve been good. How was your trip?” I asked.

“Trip was good, but we had to cut it short since my grandson, Mark, will be visiting. And that’s also the reason why I called you as well.”

“Huh?! What does your grandson have to do with me?” I asked confused.

“Well you see, Grandma and I won’t be of much company. So, I wanted to request you to show him around, you know. It’s his first visit, and I want him to have a good time. Plus, he’s been studying abroad all his life and he is not very fluent in Korean. He’s more comfortable with English. You’re fluent in both. So, it will be easier for him with you around,” Mr. Lee added.

“Soooo… basically, you want me to babysit him??” I cringed at the thought.

“Well, not exactly… I’m just asking you to keep him company. Show him around while he’s here, take him out, and have fun. Do what you young kids do this days,” Mr. Lee said amused.

As much as I hate the thought of babysitting some rich brat, I couldn’t say NO to my boss who also happens to be my extended family, could I? “So, yeah… I’ll do it,” I said reluctantly.

Seeing my torn expression, Mr. Lee laughed. “Don’t be so down, dear. I’m sure both of you will hit it off great. Mark is a nice kid.”

He then, briefed me that I needed to go pick him from the airport at 7pm. He also suggested that I move in for the next 2 weeks while Mark was here which I calmly refused. Babysitting him during the day time was enough. I was not gonna sacrifice my precious nights as well. Psssst…I mentally snap.

“Alright then, it’s all set. I will see you when you bring Mark home. By the way, did I tell you, my grandson is in some idol band?? GOT…TT…GOT7! Yeah, that’s it. You should look them up. Apparently, they are quite popular. And he’s also a good looking young man,” Mr. Lee winked. I rolled my eyes which got him laughing.

“I’ll have Jerry forward you my Mark’s picture and number so you can easily recognize him when you go to pick him up,” Mr. Lee added as he saw me to the door.

“Ok, well… I will see you later in the evening. Say hello to Mrs. Lee for me.” I called on my way out.

“Sure, sure… she will be cooking up a feast, and waiting for you guys,” he said as he waved. I smiled as I got in my car. Well, at least there’s some perks to this job. I absolutely love Mrs. Lee cooking. Even the thought of it has me salivating.

On my way back I called Jerry…

“Hey Nat! So what’s the news??” he asked all hyped up.

“Nothing exciting. I got a babysitting assignment. Can you believe that!?! Boss precious grandson is visiting, so he wants me to babysit him. Seriously, I can’t believe I’m ending up babysitting some pretty boy!” I shouted frustratingly.

“Pretty boy??” Jerry asked confused.

“Well, apparently, this kid is in some idol band….GOT 8… 9 or something,” I murmured without any interest.

“You mean GOT7!!!??” Jerry shouted excitingly.

“Hmmn… yeah, I think that’s right, GOT7. You know them??”

“OMG! Nat… please tell me you know GOT7!!”

“Nope… Don’t know, don’t care!!. You know I’m not into pop stuff,” I replied.

“Girl! You are such a lost cause… seriously! We need to have you caught up on GOT7’s profile ASAP. I’m mailing you Mark’s picture, and number in a bit. Please go through it, ok? Please, Nat,” he begged.

“Ok, ok…geez it’s not like I have an exam or something. I just have to chauffeur the pretty boy’s arse to places he wants to visit, and I’m out.”

“Gosh! Nat… you can’t do just that,” Jerry sounded taken aback.

“Why? Do I have to change his diaper, and feed him too?” I tease.

“Uff! Nat, you know what I mean. GOT7 is a big deal. You might have to fan-off fans while you take him out. You have no idea how this teen fans are. They are bat shit crazy. Just go through the email… Trust me, it’s gonna help you with this job. I don’t want you offending Boss’s grandson with your sassy attitude. Although, I’m pretty much sure you will, one way or the other,” Jerry said as a matter of fact.

I couldn’t help, but laugh. “You know me, honey, if the kid gets smart with me, he’s gonna get his share. Though I promise I will try my best not to let him get on my nerves, ‘k? Happy?”

“Sounds fair…” he said reluctantly.

“Ok, then. Talk to you later. Sending you the email now. Pretty boy should drop a text when he takes off. Please be there on time at the airport, k? Bye now….”

I drove back home dreading my new assigned job…

Well, pretty boy… Let’s see how we fair, aite!

*My big thank you to Jasmine for helping me with the proofreading*

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