#scroll away if you do not care! i promise it's okie (^:

[simgerale]

they decided to have a night out at the bonzai lounge, and bronson got a wish to be a father again... 😌

[infinitebells]

propositions (s. gojō)

genre: fluff, suggestive (but not nsfw)

description: of all of the things gojō has brought home as a souvenir in the years you’ve known (and dated) him, you never expected him to bring this home.

word count: 1409

warnings: fem!reader, suggestive

a/n: ok this was inspired by the kissing prompt “wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift” and now i can’t get the thought out of my head so ENJOY.

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“baby! i’m home!” a grin broke out on your face upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice echo through your house. throwing your phone down on the bed, you sprint from your shared bedroom, down your steps (tripping a little at the end in your haste) towards your front entrance. upon seeing gojō, his mess of white hair and mini sunglasses perched precariously on his nose, giggles escape you. your instincts take over, causing you to sprint full speed and jump towards him. he drops the bag in his hand to catch you, a small grunt leaving him as your body hits his full force. however, he doesn’t drop you, instead wrapping his arms around you tightly and holding your body close to his as your arms come around his neck and your legs plant themselves around his waist, hooking at the ankles.

“hi,” your voice is small, almost tentative, but he knows you’re excited to see him after being gone for a week and a half.

“hi gorgeous. missed me?” teasing was always a big part of your relationship, so you aren’t surprised at his mocking tone.

“never, nanami kept me company obviously,” an offended gasp leaves his mouth. his arms drop from your thighs, yet you stay attached to gojō.

“what are you a koala bear?” he laughs in astonishment, and you can’t help but giggle as well.

“i’m your koala bear,” he can’t help but wrap his arms back around you and move around his dropped bag towards the couch. with one arm wrapped around you, he moves the other to grab the back of the sofa for support as he plops down with you now safely on his lap.

“i missed you,” he murmurs in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as you adjust to sit comfortably on him.

“i missed you too stupid,” your words were muffled against the crook of his neck, and your body vibrated as he laughed at your “affectionate” nickname for him. he shuffled underneath you for a moment before setting one arm around your waist and the other one pushing your head closer to him. he deeply sighed beneath you, basking in the warmth your body radiated. he took a moment to admire your outfit, smiling softly at your white fuzzy socks with blueberries printed on them (which you insisted were representative of his white hair and ocean blue eyes) before looking up to see-

“are you wearing my t-shirt?” your giggles sound almost evil as you lean back to look at him, look down at his your shirt, and then look back to him.

“perhaps. although i think it looks better on me,” your argument is enough for him to drop whatever rebuttal he had in mind, instead focusing on something else.

“oh! i have a present for you. but, you gotta go upstairs and wait until i call you down to come get it ok? i gotta get part of it ready first,” he explained, and you nod excitedly before dismounting from him and scurrying upstairs to wait patiently for him to finish getting your present ready. in your time, you send a quick text to shōko, letting her know gojō had made it home and that you’d meet with her tomorrow for lunch instead of tonight for dinner. after receiving a thumbs up from her, you scroll through various social media programs, trying to buy time.

“babeee i’m done!” you jump in surprise upon seeing gojō standing in the doorway of your room.

“jeez you scared me stupid,” you laugh a little at his cheeky grin, not being able to stay mad at him.

“you’re so loving, i’m so lucky to be with you!” he walks over, pinching your cheeks and squeezing them together. after finally pushing him away you rub your cheeks in protest.

“ow! that hurt,” pouting towards him, he simply laughs at your over exaggeration.

“my present will make up for it. for now, put on this blindfold and i’ll lead you downstairs okay?” he pushes the blindfold towards you, shaking it a bit after you didn’t take it immediately.

“promise not to let me run into things?” you say, hesitantly reaching out to grab at the soft fabric.

“i promise, now come on!” he pushes the blindfold over your eyes, submerging you into pure darkness. his warm hands envelop your shaky ones, carefully leading you across the floor. even though you had no sense of vision, you trusted gojō with your life. you knew he’d protect you no matter what.

“okay we reached the stairs so i’m just gonna carry you down,” he says from what you perceive as in front of you. before you can protest, you feel his arm wrap around your sides, gently picking you up and moving your legs so they wrap around his torso. his hands settle underneath your thighs, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your head into his chest as he walks down the stairs.

“you’re adorable i hope you know,” he mumbles, leaving a light kiss on the top of your head. you hum in contentment, that familiar warm feeling (that you only get with him) spreading throughout your chest.

“alright love, we reached the bottom of the stairs so i’m gonna set you down. wait until i tell you to to take the blindfold off okay?” you feel him gently set you down, his hands leaving your legs.

“okie,” you stand in place, hearing him shuffle around. the longer you stand there the more you feel slightly anxious from having to wait so long.

“alright baby you can look now,” at that, you yank the blindfold off. in front of you is two lines of macarons lining a pathway of white rose petals. at the end of the line of treats and petals, is gojō satoru, the love of your life, your one and everything, kneeling with a box and a ring. you can only gasp, tears welling in your eyes as the sight before you shocks you to your very core.

“in all the years i’ve known you, i knew you were the one for me. i would love to go on this winded explanation as to why i feel that way but i’m too impatient to sit here without knowing my answer. so please, will you be my wife and do me the honor of mar-“ he doesn’t get the chance to finish as you fling yourself towards him, enveloping him in a hug as your lips meet his, tears streaming down your face. you pull back to let out a breathless laugh, as your eyes meet.

“yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” you finish with another kiss, one hand flying up to your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair to hold your head closer. your kisses are anything but neat, teeth clashing and spit leaking from your mouths but neither of you could care in that moment. you detach from each others lips for him to bring the ring in between you two, carefully slipping the ring on your left ring finger. you marvel at the beauty of it’s simplicity, a larger diamond with two, smaller sapphires surrounding it.

“god i love you so much,” you breathe out, grabbing his face with both hands and mashing your lips together again. you can’t stay attached long enough before planting infinite messy kisses along the rest of his face.

“i love you to infinity and beyond love, always and forever,” he says, holding your waist tightly before standing up with you in your arms. you squeal in surprise, genuine laughs echoing around you both. using his incredible speed, he has you both in your room in a matter of two seconds, dropping you on the bed as he yanks his shirt off and crawling on top of you, encasing your lips in yet another kiss. this time, it’s much slower, much more passionate. his tongue slithers along yours, tasting every inch of your mouth. breathy moans erupt from your throat, causing him to pull back smirking at you.

“now, let me show my new fiancé just how much i love you,” he finishes with a hand sliding up your side, cupping your naked breast. with the look in his eyes and the calculated movements of his fingertips, you know you’ll be in for a long, long night. but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[minkmousesworld]

Hi! I was scrolling through your blog and oh mah lord its amazing 🥺. May I request a forest!au raccoon dog!Tanjiro x snow leopard!reader where the reader is injured, crying and shaking and Tanjiro is trying to calm them down? It's Oki if you can't! I hope you're staying safe and hydrated! Also, don't forget to take breaks bby 🤍

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hello, honeymouse♡ thank you for your request! I wasn't sure exactly how you wanted it done, so I left it to my choice. I hope you like it! thank you so much for being so sweet. don't forget to rest and drink water♡

⌞ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: forest au

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: UST, comforting, mention of blood (wounds), mention of panic, mention of escape

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): raccoon dog! Tanjirou Kamado x snow leopard! Reader

writer's note: as I was advised, after I completed the request, I fell asleep... and recently I woke up because of the alarm clock, which I put on "just in case". and I realized that I didn't publish. ouch. also! it's so cute when you use au names(´ ω `♡)

Winter.

In your home, in the mountains, it was almost always winter. Pure snow lay on the mountains, untouched by the hot sun or the footprints of others; except that mountain goats and other snow leopards touched it. And you were comfortable with such a neighborhood.

Down below, it was different. Even the air here wasn't as clean, but it was easier to breathe in. You'd even enjoy it.

If only your lungs weren't burning from running for so long.

When you stepped on the fresh snow with your broad paws, you left shallow, bloody footprints, which the snowfall immediately covered up, covering your tracks. It was hard to move, every step was like stepping on sharp stones, but you tried to get as far away as possible, limping and gasping for breath.

Even if you had no idea where this road would lead you.

The wind began to howl even rougher, driving you forward in icy gusts. The blood flowed more slowly, took on a maroon color and froze on you in thin lines. Even the thick fur didn't help with the cold, which was chilling to the bone.

It seemed that with each breath of frosty, dead air, everything inside you cooled and froze. Trapped in the forest, you had no idea where to go to find shelter.

Running away from one death led you to another. You tried to wipe away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and prevented you from seeing further.

Too much stress.

You snuggled up against the tree and buried your nose in the bark, catching your breath. Memories of the past flashed slowly before your eyes, as if frozen. The moment when you were born, when you lived in a cave; when your mother first took you on a Groundhog hunt; when she said that "a good Snow leopard always knows their snow, and a bad Snow leopard dies in the mud".

When she left and you were alone, surrounded by snow and caves. It wasn't something painful, although at first it was unusual to realize that the only reason you might want to see other snow leopards is "mating season". But soon moving forward, finding a cave to sleep in, and getting food was all you cared about.

While the inhabitants of the forest built burrows, formed pairs and hid from the rains and snows, you ran around the mountains, balanced between cliffs and killed future food, sometimes breaking down from the mountains with prey in your teeth, just to make sure that you would have food.

Until They came.

Wrapping a long tail around your leg, you tried to hide from the wind behind a thick trunk with the last of your strength. They smelled of blood and dead things, and you were running faster than you knew what was happening. That alone saved your life.

"Strangers always bring trouble" — that's what your mother told you. She was a very wise snow leopard. [If you had the strength left, you would hope that They didn't reach her, she deserved more].

You put your arms around your shoulders, hugged your knees to your chest, and hid your face in them. The wind will soon stop, and you will be able to find food for yourself. Then go back... there will be no strangers there. You hope for this and that you will find your way back.

Your eyes were uncomfortably close from crying, and your cheeks ached from the cold. It was morning by your biological clock, the time when it was time for you to fall asleep in a cave, tucked into a strategically advantageous corner.

Your head was spinning — from the other air, from the cold, or from fear, you didn't know. The body that had carried you forward on pure fear and lust for life was now a weak meat that needed to rest. Perhaps a little sleep will help you feel better ... Thick fur will protect you from frostbite, frozen wounds from the cold will not disturb.

The wind became weaker. You were sure that by the time you woke up, there would be no wind at all, or it would be very weak. The spirits of the Mountains are merciful to those who need their mercy.

But you couldn't rest.

The smell (pleasant, tart, a stranger) suddenly came up to you. Following the smell, you heard the soft rasp of snow. Something was creeping up on you.

They. They found you.

You didn't understand when you abruptly got to your feet, one paw gripping the trunk of a tree to keep from falling, and when your body became so weak that the sudden rise made you dizzy. It wasn't important.

Your entire body was focused on the outsider, who, meanwhile, was in no hurry to come out of hiding. It was sitting in a thicket of thin branches, and at first you thought you were imagining it.

Before something jerked their ear and you froze in horror. Your throat is parched from the cold; even if you could speak, what would you do? Purred?

Your fingers ached, and you knew that with claws as broken as yours, you would rather catch on to this creature than scratch it. Run away? But where? What if it gets you faster?

Meanwhile, the creature twitched its ear again and... crawled out. It looked a little like a gopher: round, small ears; intelligent, curious eyes. Only the color of this creature was dark, which made it perfectly hide in the bushes and near the trees, but it looked like a bright spot against the background of snow.

When it came out of hiding, looking timidly at you, you didn't move.

It (he? she? the creature looked androgynous, and you didn't understand what gender it was) looked defenseless and tiny, like a weak herbivore that was attracted by an unfamiliar smell. So it wasn't a threat.

Herbivores do not attack without provocation.

But it began to come closer, coming too aggressively fast in front of the bushes.

"Shhh...", the creature stretched out its arms, "it's fine…"

And you staggered back in horror and fell to the snow. The creature paused, letting you catch your breath a few times before starting to get closer. Tears began to gather in his eyes again, making the creature blurry.

But you didn't even try to wipe away the tears.

"Don't cry... It's okay… Don't be afraid of me…"

The creature stretched out its arms. Checkered clothes, hair in a short ponytail, short stature. If you run now, it might catch up. Better to bite. Poor view to aim at the neck.

Even if the review was good, you wouldn't jump at it. Just running.

But it seems to have understood your intentions.

"Wait! I really---"

You immediately rushed back, but fell due to weakness in your hands.

The tears began to gather in her eyes even faster. Your chest ached even more, and you couldn't stand it anymore, sobbing, shaking, trying to crawl as far away as possible. Your body ached for pain and resentment, for your weakness, but your mind screamed that it would devour you, strangers bring only trouble.

The creature stopped. Then it reached into the bag (which, it turns out, was behind its back), and took out something.

Meat.

"You must be hungry," it said softly. "I just want to feed you. Will you let me?"

You couldn't take your eyes off the meat. Not yet frozen, large… you were sure you could smell it. Your body began to whine about hunger, your mind was silent.

"Here, food… I'll just come over to give, okay? I'll leave right away"

The creature crouched, became even smaller and more defenseless, and slowly began to come closer. When it was at the minimum safe distance, it carefully threw a piece of meat closer to you. And then it went away, as promised; timidly (I think, even with regret) looked at you and... went behind the bushes.

And you were left alone. The meat was softer than you thought, but a little bitter. Maybe it was a little rude to chase the creature away like that. On the other hand, what if it was afraid of your reaction and therefore ran away? You just wanted to protect yourself.

With such thoughts, having been sated and warmed, you fell asleep. And even the wounds seemed to hurt less.

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You didn't know what you were dreaming about. The dreams were vague and frightening, and you couldn't get out of them. The images became more eerie and bloody, the sounds grew louder and higher, and you felt trapped.

The only thing that calmed you down was the gentle melody you heard when things got particularly creepy. It was as if there was no escape. Like everything was fine.

The spirits of the Mountains are merciful to those who endure all trials with fortitude, and send their helpers. Sometimes, in your dreams, that creature appeared — with a gentle smile, which said that everything was fine.

And you believed it.

And then they fell back into oblivion.

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You woke up in a warm place.

Earthy air and little light... it was a hole. And you would have rushed up to find the owner and find out what you were doing here, but your body was too weak and your mind was too exhausted. You took a deep breath and looked up. Definitely a hole.

"Good morning", you heard a gentle whisper nearby. "Are you feeling better?"

And after a couple of seconds, next to you sat... a creature.

There was silence. He (up close you could see that it was a rather cute boy) looked you over tenaciously before he began his monologue again:

"You had serious injuries, so I brought you to my house", he raised his head, looking around as if for the first time, "do you like it? Not as cozy as my family's burrow, but after I became an adult, I tried to recreate the same atmosphere at home..."

The boy turned to you with a sunny smile.

"My name is Tanjirou. I am one of the raccoon dogs, Kie's son. You probably haven't heard of me… But I'm still happy to see new residents in the forest! It is sometimes quite lonely here, especially during heavy snows. It's a great stroke of luck that I managed to find you! You're so inconspicuous in the snow!"

Tanjirou paused, looking at you. You only nodded weakly, supporting the monologue.

"You're not from around here, are you? From somewhere in the mountains? I... ", the boy suddenly fell silent.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter where you're from, I'm glad to see you anyway! You can stay with me as long as you want, but I won't let you leave until your body is healed! It's important to take care of yourself, you know? And take care of each other too! We're all friends!"

He looked at you kindly again.

"You're lucky you were able to come down. When I saw you, your wounds were monstrous… You're very strong… Is that what I was talking about? Oh, yes! In the forest…"

And under his quiet, lulling voice, talking about all sorts of nonsense, you involuntarily fell asleep. Only at the edge of consciousness did you feel a light, soft kiss on the forehead, and a quiet "sweet dreams" before falling asleep.

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Tanjirou kept his promise and nursed you for a long time until you looked like a healthy snow leopard.

He constantly brought you food and water; changed your bandages and smeared your wounds with medicinal herbs; helped you warm up your muscles when you were finally able to get out of bed on your own. He massaged your shoulders and didn't ask what happened. During bouts of fever, he brought down the temperature, sometimes sat with you at night and gently held your hand, even if you convinced him that you could handle it yourself!

Tanjirou just shook his head, refusing, and did not move away.

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"The season of flowers is here", Tanjirou once told you, as you were doing muscle exercises, preparing to get completely out of his care. "The snows are gone. You?.."

You gave him a curious look.

Tanjirou hesitated uncomfortably and looked away.

"Recently… I mean, you don't look like that anymore...", Tanjirou took a deep breath, and continued quietly: "I mean… Are you planning on leaving?"

You didn't even have to turn your heads to know which face he asked it with.

Sometimes Tanjirou looked like a real puppy.

[iliumheightnights]

But like what if we kissed in the secret woods, in summer? But like for all four? If its oki -^__^-

Oh here we go!

Secret Forest Kisses!

Fandom: Stardew Valley Pairings: Shane x male reader,Alex x male reader,Sebastian x male reader,Sam x male reader

Alex: Alex never was one to go too far from town. He would normally stay by his house or at the beach….or at the ice cream stand. Today however had been a pretty hot day and Alex was about to close down the stand, so you decided to take him out. Normally on days like this you two would go to the beach and chill out there, splashing around in the water. You chose to do something else today. “Where are we going?” Alex asked as you led him past Marnie's ranch. “Someplace cool, both figuratively and literally.” You brought him to the entrance to the secret forest. “The woods? Well...deeper woods?” He looked at you confused. You grabbed his hand and led him in. “Oh come on helmet hair.” Of course you had already cleared out the area of slimes so you wouldn’t get hurt. “See. I told you it’s cooler here, they say it’s magic.” Alex gave you a look. “Ohhh well that would make sense...I think.” You lead him to a nice picnic blanket with food laid out, you had come earlier and set it up...while also fighting the slime. “Surprise! Ready for our date?” He smiled at you with one of the brightest smiles you’ve ever seen and quickly hugged you. You of course hugged him back, when he pulled back he pressed his lips to yours. “I love you so much! You’re the best boyfriend ever!” The two of you then sat down and enjoyed the nice lunch you had set up.

Shane: He was just standing by the fence looking at the cows when he saw you walk by. At first he thought you were going to turn and see him, like you did every day. To say he was confused when you turned the other way was an understatement. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he was also a little upset that you hadn’t come to see him...at least not yet. He watched as you walked off, normally he wouldn’t be the nosy type since he hated when other people were in his business...but you were his boyfriend for Yoba’s sake! He kicked off the fence and began following you, he hid behind trees whenever you thought you were being followed. As the trees were becoming more dense, he was worried he’d lose you...while also getting lost himself. He had never been this deep in the forest...there was no reason for him to be this far in. As he followed you he wasn’t watching where he was stopping and tripped over a root. He ended up falling on his face. Turning over he saw you looking down at him. “Buh...I hate the woods.” You smiled and crouched next to him. “Then what are you doing out in the woods? Have you been stalking me?” You gave him a playful smirk. “I saw you walk by the ranch. But you didn’t come over like you normally do…” He looked away from you and you smirked at the realization. “Shane...were you jealous that I didn’t come say hi to you yet?” Shane only crossed his arms and looked away from you. You let out a laugh. “Oh Yoba you did! Oh honey...I just wanted to get some hardwood first.” Shane then smirked at you. “Then you REALLY should have come to me first.” You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh you’re so bad. But don’t worry, I was still coming to see you after.” Your boyfriend let out a sigh. “I’m sorry for following you.” You grabbed the sides of his face and brought him into a passionate kiss. “That’s okay. What do you say we get out of here?” He grabbed your sides. “What’s the rush?” Then the two of you heard the sound of slimy jumping coming closer. “That’s the rush. I’d rather not deal with the slime.” Shane’s eyes widened. “Slime!?”

Sebastian: Seb was on his computer scrolling through one of those paranormal sites Abigail had introduced him to. You were laying on his bed reading some of the comics he had that you hadn’t read yet. “All of these are totally made up. I thought Abby said she had a GOOD website for sightings.” He let out a frustrated sigh and you looked over to your boyfriend. “What’s wrong babe?” You set the comic down and stood, walking over to him. “It’s nothing. I just thought this website Abby was talking about would actually be I don’t know...Good.” You looked at his computer screen and saw the website. It reminded you a lot of people of walmart but dedicated to cryptid sightings. All the photos you saw however were DEFINITELY fakes. “Yeah...these are atrocious. So....you want to see monsters?” That’s how you and Sebastian found yourselves walking through the secret forest. “What are we-” You shushed him. “We have to be quiet. Otherwise they’ll attack us.” You squatted down behind a fallen log and signaled Seb to follow. He did and came closer to you, you pointed in front of you. In front of the two of you were two green slime just jumping about. “A-are those Slime?” You nodded. “Yep. I figured since you wanted to actually see a monster I’d show you one. I know they’re not as exciting but they are still dangero-” Seb then pulled you into a kiss right there. You relaxed into it once you realized you weren’t being attacked. It was...surprisingly romantic to be kissing in a bush. “This was perfect. Thank you.”

Sam: Sam had told Vincent that he and Jas shouldn’t play close to the deep woods, but did he listen? No he didn’t and now their toy had been lost in the forest. Sam took a breath before walking into the secret woods. He had been walking for a couple minutes, the trees were getting denser the further he went. “Man...how did their ball get so far in?” Finally he had found himself at a small pond close by was a strange statue. “Huh...didn’t know this was here.” There by the statue was Vincent’s ball. “Vince...you are so lucky.” He walked over and grabbed the ball, as he stood up a green ball with beady eyes was looking back at him. Sam stood there in shock...it was a slimy blob like creature. It jumped towards him and Sam began running back through the woods. “Oh my yoba...oh my yoba. OH MY YOOBBBAA!” While he was running he accidentally tripped over a fallen log. “Ooff.” The sound of squishy jumping was getting closer and closer. Sam looked up and watched as the slime came closer, he wanted to scream but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. The slime paused in its movement and began to shake, as it jumped up a sword came swinging into it, breaking it into tiny slimy pieces. Looking towards the arm that was holding the sword he saw his boyfriend standing there...being his literal knight in shining armor. “Sam you okay?!” You helped your boy to his feet. “Y-yeah I’m fine.” You looked him over and when he looked good you let out sigh when you didn’t see any injuries. “What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous honey.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck and lifted up the ball. “Vincent and Jas lost their ball. So I came to get it.” You smiled at his explanation. “Well...that is a good excuse. Just be careful out here. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Sam smiled and got closer to you. “I’ll be more careful, I promise.” He then pulled you into a kiss, when the two of you pulled apart he lifted the ball up. “Now, why don’t we go give some kids their ball back?”

[btsslowburnfic]

BTBY Chapter 5

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Practice Day 2. There’s some electricity in the air.

Previous chapter found here 

The morning goes as normal as it can for you. The studio is a little hectic with the extra clients from Robert’s studio but everyone is very cool about the changes.  You teach 2 yoga classes and sub out pilates. You decide to watch the BTS interviews while in your office; purely for professional purposes. Clearly. You hear a knock on the door, “Come in!” you yell as you scoop more oatmeal into your mouth. It’s Xavier.

“Hey babe,” he says carrying coffees.

“You are the best!” you yell from your desk. He looks over at the TV. 

“Oh yes, I like this.” he says as he watches the performance.

You laugh, “Oh my God you brat.” you walk to the other side of the desk and grab the iced coffee. “But...I’m not complaining either.

“Are you coming to my class?” he asks, stretching as he sits his drink on your desk.

“Yeah, my arm feels better, I’ll just baby it.” 

“Is lunch catered today? I can’t remember.”  he continues to do some warm up stretches.

“No. BTS is having lunch on the set of their last show so we’re on our own. Let’s get something delivered to Robert’s. We have to head there right after your class to meet the backup dancers. What do you want? I’ll schedule it now.” 

“What’s for dinner?” he asks.

You pull up the catering order “It looks like a Korean/Italian/American blend. I think each guy just  said what they wanted. There is no theme to this menu,” you laugh.

“Just order some burritos. Get one for Rafael too. And Joe. He might stop by.”

“Oooo your boyfriend and your bias in one place? Are you going to be able to handle that much sexiness?” you joke as you start typing in the food order.

He laughs, “ Honey please, Joe sat down with me last night and we watched like a hundred of their videos, why else do you think he’s going to stop by? Anyways. Enough about me…...Any updates on YOUR soulmate front? Did you tell Ben? Bribe a hotel staff member?” Xavier asks.

You audibly groan. “No,no, and I’m poor, what the hell am I gonna bribe someone with? Free Pilates class? I don’t think there’s going to be much to update considering my soulmate clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me. And I haven’t told Ben. If I tell him I’d want to do it in person and I haven’t seen him yet.”

“What do you mean, “if”?”

“We agreed that we didn’t care about that thing when we started dating.” you shrug.

“Can’t we try and solve the mystery though?!?! You tracked him down to the hotel. Maybe we can go stake out the lobby or something….”

“That probably means he’s visiting from out of town and I’m never going to see him again. And we have a packed day. Dance class, set up the studio while we shovel burritos into our faces, and then rehearse with the back up dancers, and then rehearse with everyone.” You pack your half-lies into the truth about your full day. And you feel a little guilty. Maybe you should tell him. Maybe. Fuck it.

“Annnndddd I sort of already found out who it is?”

“WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT!?!?!?! How? Did you go spy without me!??!?! How you dare (how you dare how you dare)” he gets distracted for a second breaking out into song. “But seriously, WHAT?!?!”

You are suddenly very sweaty and nervous as you try to form the words…”It’s uh...someone in BTS.”

“WHAT WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” he grabs your shoulders, coming face to face with you. “Are you being serious right now or are you fucking with me?!”

“Unfortunately I am being serious.”

“That means one of them is secretly an asshole...which one of them could it……” he trails off for a second, lost in thought, “Holy shit it’s RM isn’t it??!?!” he whispers dramatically as he pieces together the awkwardness of yesterday.

Your silence and scrunched up face confirm it.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“WOW”

“Yeah.”

“But he’s so nice and cool.”

You sigh, “Yeah to you and everyone else. Apparently he hates the whole “soul mate” thing on principle which is fine by me. I just need to get through these next few days and then we can part ways and continue on with our lives as normal.” you say. Like it’s the simplest thing in the world. If only. Xavier’s alarm goes off signaling 15 minutes to class.

“Well, way to drop a bomb on me right before class darling.” he jokes as he gathers up his phone and studio keys.

“I know, right? How do you think I felt walking into our meeting or that car yesterday?” you also gather your belongings. “36 more hours. Let’s just get through this.”

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The backup dancers all arrive on time and are prepped and ready. They run the dances several times through with Xavier. All of you had rehearsed a few times last week after Xavier’s dance class so the only real challenge today would be to run it with the group. You were glad you had got most of the dancers you requested; they were professionals who wouldn’t act like a bunch of idiots in front of famous people. Unlike Xavier. Who kept checking his watch.

“Are they here yet? I wanna see….” he says, peering down the hallway.

“Oh my God, it’s been ten minutes since you last checked. They are on a tight schedule and not supposed to be here yet. And see what?”

“The sparks of attraction and forbidden romance between you and RM.”

“Ew. No. Get away from me.” you shove him back into the studio. “And stop saying things, people might hear you. We are taking this shit to the grave.” you pull him close to you “TO THE GRAVE.” you hold up your pinky for a promise.

“Nope. I’m not promising shit.” he says and hops over to the console to talk to Rafael. 

Dammit. Oh well. At least one of you was enjoying this. You thought telling someone else would give you some relief, but so far it had just done nothing. If anything you were more nervous today because you��d had time to anticipate what this evening and tomorrow would be like. Ughhh. You go down to the kitchen and grab some coffee and graham crackers. You scroll through your phone enjoying the brief moments of silence before you go back upstairs and find your mind wandering to RM dancing yesterday and you feel your face flush.  You wish you could stop yourself but like with most things, the more you try not to think about them, the more you do. Dammmmit. You make sure light snacks and beverages are set up for the backup dancer break and head upstairs to relieve them for an hour. 

“Ok everyone! You have about an hour break. Please stay on premise. There are snacks and drinks on floor one as well as your green-room. Remember, if anyone takes pictures or recording once the band gets here, you are fired. This time it is written explicitly in our contract with them, got it?” you hear a bunch of “yeah’s” from the crowd. Like you said earlier, these were professionals in LA, they knew the drill. “Ok, I will come get you all when it’s time to rehearse again. Break.” you say, dismissing them.

“They look really good, great job Xavier,” you say as you walk over to the front of the room.

“Thanks! I can’t wait to see it all together.” he responds. “What do you need help with?” 

“I just have to get the lav mics set up again but they’re ready from yesterday You’ve been dancing for hours so why don’t you go grab some water?” you say.

“Okie dokie doll. Come grab me when you need me,” he says as he picks up his satchel and heads downstairs.

“Rafael, do you need anything?” you ask your other coworker.

“Me?Nope. Just looking forward to the group getting here so I can do more than just look pretty.” he smiles at you.

“You know what, same?” you laugh. 

“Do you need anything from downstairs?” he asks as he steps down from the booth.

“No, I’m fine, thanks!” You wave him away as you get the room reset in preparation for the group’s arrival. You put on some BTS music while you clean up random water bottles and towels. 

You are in your own zone singing along when you look up and see RM standing in the doorway and you give a light shriek. “Shit fuck. Sorry. You scared me.” You scurry over to the console and turn the music off.

“Nice taste in music,” he smirks at you.

“Thanks, just doing my research. You’re here early.” you say double checking your watch. 

He fumbles with his hands and seems way less confident than usual and you instantly wonder what the heck is going on. He seems so much different from yesterday, “Yeah. They'll be here soon. I just, uh. Wanted to talk to you. Now that I've had time to kind of process everything. "

"Oh. " you are extremely shocked. 

" I just want you to know that I don't dislike you. You're a great producer and you seem like a really nice person. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their soul mate. I'm just not into… that." he says as he looks mostly down and off to the side. 

You take a deep breath. This is not what you were expecting today. "Well thanks a lot. I appreciate it. Like I said, the whole thing is kind of weird and shitty for me too. You're a cool dude and you know, famous and hot, but I'm also not into the whole destiny thing. And apparently you’re not a total asshole." you agree as you continue to pick up the room. You hear him chuckle," What? "

"You think I'm hot,"

"Oh shut up, I'm sure you hear it all day, everyday from the internet." you tease as you wrap up the garbage bag." Here, I'll unlock your guys’ dressing room for you." you lead him down the hallway. "Can I grab you anything from the kitchen while you wait?” 

"No thanks, I'm going to read for a bit and yeah they should be here in about half an hour" 

You stand in the doorway for a minute to make sure everything is set up for the arrival. You suddenly become extremely aware of the fact RM is still standing right behind you in the doorway. “Ok well, I’ll bring the other up when they get here.” you feel your face blushing as you brush past him. It feels like you just got zapped by electricity. You ignore it and head downstairs to clean up after the backup dancers.

The rest of the afternoon goes according to plan with the group arriving and practicing solo again, with the dancers, and then with full audio and music. It looks amazing and you are impressed but also super irritated because you SHOULD be able to watch this at the actual venue tonight, not at a gym studio. 

Xavier sneaks up behind you during one of the breaks. “Soooo…...how’s it going?”

“I think they look amazing! Don’t you?”

“Yeah yeah they look fine. I meant about the other thing. You know….that thaaaaaanggg.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh God. No. There is nothing.”

“....don’t tell me that, he keeps staring at you.”

“Yeah probably because I’m the director. Everyone is staring at me.” you roll your eyes. 

“Really? Nothing new?” he asks and you sigh. 

“Oh my god, fiiiiiine. Here, let’s go get some coffee.” you grab a mic “Ok everyone, grab some water if you want and meet back here in ten for our last 2 sets and then we’ll review the plan for tomorrow. Break!” 

You grab Xavier’s arm and head down to the kitchen. “Coffee?” you ask.

“It’s 8 pm.” he responds.

“...iced coffee?” you amend.

“No. I don’t know how you can do that.” he wrinkles his nose at your late night caffeine habit.

You shrug and walk with him down the hallway to the locker room and shut the door, locking it. You give him an overview of what RM had said to you earlier in the afternoon. 

“I knew he wasn’t an asshole. The internet never lies.” 

“Ok but he WAS an asshole yesterday,” you roll your eyes and sip some coffee. “And then he accidentally touched me and it felt like I was mildly electrocuted and I kind of liked it and I AM CONFUSED.”

Xavier starts to laugh at you, “Yeah well that’s because everything with your soulmate is more intense. It goes along with the emotions and pain. What feels good also feels REALLY good if you know what I mean.”

“I touched him yesterday when putting his lav mic on and nothing happened soooo i don’t think your theory works but ok.” You pull out your phone to check the time.

“Oh no honey, my theory is spot on. And I predict if he wasn’t leaving in a few days y’all would be all up on each other. Bye Ben. Bye BTS. Hello sexy soulmate time.”

“Um No. Rude. I have a boyfriend. Also catering is here.” you put your phone back in your pocket.

“I HaVe a BoYfrIenD…” Xavier mocks you jokingly and you smack him as the two of you exit the locker room.

30ish hours. You could make it 30ish hours. NEXT CHAPTER

[sweetiepie08]

RebelZ Chapter 8

Invader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9.  Chapter 10.

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The problem with back-seat space travel was, Dib decided, you couldn’t really tell where you were going. This was especially concerning with Zim at the helm. In fact, leaving Earth with Zim, having to rely on Zim to get home, was probably not the smartest move in the first place. But he did manage to get them to Ecore. The first leg of their mission was complete. All that was left was to go home. That should be the easy part.

However, Zim was concerningly quiet since the ship took off from Ecore. There was no scolding Gir, no boasting of his pilot skills, and not even a peep about whatever Kristlotch had said in the temple. Tak was able to explain the basics. Krislotch told them the secret history of the Control Brains, called rebellion hopeless, and insulted Zim multiple times. Perhaps Zim was just stewing over it. But, if that was all, why did he feel this crushing tension?

Something on the console beeped and Zim scrolled through a sea of Irken text, eyes darting between Dib and Tak. He hadn’t used the voice command system, which was especially odd. From what Dib learned operating Tak’s ship, voice commands was the standard for Irken tech. Zim had to have switched it off manually. The question was, why?

“Hey Zim,” Tak snapped, “that was Zorgad 16.”

Zim kept his eyes straight ahead. “So?”

“So we’re going the wrong way.”

“I know exactly where we’re going,” Zim countered.

“Clearly you don’t. Keep going this way and we’ll…” Her eyes grew wide as some horror dawned on her. “You scum!” she screamed, launching herself at him. “You traitor!”

“It is you who are the traitor!” Zim declared, barely holding her off.

Dib’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. “Zim, what did you do?”

“Gir!” Zim commanded. “Hide and seek! Now!”

“Okie Dokie!” Gir’s robot arms wrapped around Dib and Tak and threw them in the back of the ship with the cargo. “You hide!”

Before they could recover, a metal door slid down, blocking them off from the cockpit. On the other side, they heard Zim command Gir to count to 1 million.

Tak let out an enraged scream and pounded on the door. “Coward! Liar! Boot-licking little worm!”

Dib let his face drop into his hands. “I should have seen this coming. I’ve fallen for his schmoopy act before.”

“No, I should have.” Tak punched the door one more time before leaning her forehead against it. “When I discovered the truth, my first thought was of freeing my people. For that, I was branded traitor and my life clock went off. His never did. That is only possible if he was still loyal to the empire.”

“Can’t you blast through the door with your lasers?” Dib suggested.

A digital monocle popped out of the mechanism on her head and covered her eye. She examined the door for a moment before letting out a sigh. “If I set it powerful enough to penetrate the metal, it’ll also pass through the windshield, exposing us to vacuum space.” Defeated, she leaned her back against the door and slid down to the floor.

“So,” Dib said, sitting down beside her, “what now?”

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Some time later, the ship approached the Massive. They noticed the change in gravity as a tractor beam grabbed hold of the Voot and sucked the ship onboard. They heard voices talking outside. One was certainly Zim, but Dib couldn’t make out what was being said. A few minutes later, the doors to the cargo hold opened and Irken soldiers dragged them out.

Dib found himself surrounded by tech he could only dream of, though the situation left him little room to marvel. The hanger held space craft so strange, he couldn’t being to imagine how they worked. The soldiers held weapons he’d never seen before. And above them all loomed the Tallest, living up to their title.

“Hmm… Urth humans really are tall,” the Purple one observed. “Not as tall as us of course but…” Dib assumed the reason for this one’s perfect English was that it was, in a way, talking to him.

“Yes and, as reported, dumb,” Zim added, “as evidenced by the fact he fell for my cunning trap. And, of course, I brought the traitor, Tak, as promised.”

“Yes, these two truly must be dumb if they fell for your plans,” the Red one said. Dib waited for Zim to react, but nothing happened. Unbelievable. Did Zim really not notice the insult, or did he just not care?

“Good work, Zim,” the Red one went on. “We knew we could count on you to bring in the traitor.”

Zim nodded solemnly. “Yes, she tried to sway my loyalty with her treasonous lies, but I never bought them for a second.”

Tak let out a growl and jumped to her feet. “Zim, you know damn well I never-AH!” One of the guards struck her with an electrified weapon, sending her back to the floor.

“And still she persists. Tragic.” Zim tsked and shook his head. “Now, about my reward?”

“Oh yeah, right,” the red one said. “We’ve got a party set up for you in the main snack hall.

Seriously? “You sold us out for a party?” Dib seethed, moving to get up. “You egotistical son of a-AH!” He was also hit by the same weapon, forcing him back to his knees.

Zim snickered and stood above him. “Zim is son to no one but the empire, Dib-stink.”

“Alright then,” the Purple one chimed in. “Now that everything’s settles, let’s execute these prisoners and get this party over with.”

“Wait!” Zim shouted. Everyone stopped and looked at him while Dib raised an eyebrow. What was he doing? “My Tallest, I humbly request to keep these two prisoners alive as trophies for my party.”

“But then we execute them after?” The purple one asked.

Zim nodded. “Oh yes, sure, of course.”

The Red one shrugged. “Okay, fair enough. Stick those two in a cage in the main snack hall until after the party.”

“Excellent!” A wide grin appeared on Zim’s face. “Gir, come with me,” he said, starting down the hall. “We must begin preparing my special punch.”

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In short order, Dib and Tak were placed in a cage and forced to watch as Irkens mingled amongst themselves. They all took to it with the enthusiasm of the scientists in Membrane Labs attending the annual, mandatory, holiday party. They wore forced, uncomfortable smiles and attempted small talk. Every one of them looked like they were counting the seconds until they could drop the charade and return to their normal lives.

Suddenly, Zim’s robot popped up in Dib’s field of vision. “Want some punch?!” Gir shrieked, shoving a cup of purple liquid in Dib’s face. “It’ll make you sick!”

Dib cringed as he looked in the cup. “Uh… no thanks.”

“Gir! Get away from there!” Zim shouted, stomping up toward them. He grabbed the cup out of the robot’s hands and began pushing him away. “Humans and traitors don’t get punch,” he tossed over his shoulder as they walked off.

Dib watching Zim head up to the high table at the front of the room and sit down with his Tallest. Much like his dad at those holiday parties, these two were likely the ones who least wanted to be there.

Dib gave the bars another pathetic shake before giving up and turning to Tak. “So, you got any ideas?”

“What’s the point?” she asked, laying flat on the ground.

“Uh, the point is, if we don’t get out of here, we both die.”

“Is dying a prisoner any worse than living as a mindless slave?” She sighed and turned her head to look at the crowd. “Look at them all, human. They don’t even know what they lack. Every one of them is going to die serving the empire and none of them will be thanked or even remembered. Hundreds will be sent to their deaths and hundreds more will take their place. The smeeteries will replace them as fast as they’re killed off. That thing doesn’t care about sacrificing its own food because it can always make more. Kristlotch was right. It is hopeless.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my people are slaves too,” Dib said, sitting down next to her. “Not to a hive mind parasite, but to other things. The media, corporate greed…”

“I know. I specifically targeted that flaw in my first conquest plan.”

“Right…” Dib rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about how well that almost worked. “Anyway, sometimes I think Zim is right. Humans stink.”

Tak shrugged half-heartedly. “Eh, Irkens are particularly sensitive to smell. You probably smell fine for a human.”

“No, I meant metaphorically,” Dib went on. “Anyway, my point is, just because humans stink now, it doesn’t mean I should give upon them. It’s one of the reasons I want to prove aliens exist so bad. I want people to know what’s out there. I want them to be a little better, a little smarter. I want them to stop worrying about petty problems and work together to improve the world. If they do, who knows? Maybe we can actually join this greater universal stage.”

Tak’s face stayed impassive as she considered his words. “Dib…” she began, sitting up, “not all humans stink.”

He smiled. “And not all Irkens are mindless slaves.”

“No…” Her eyes narrowed and the Tak he knew returned. “And none should be. Dib,” she said, jumping to her feet, “we’re breaking out of here.”

“Great!” he said, jumping up as well. “What’s the plan?”

“I…” she paused and her enthusiasm melted away, “need to think about it.” She sat back down on the floor, but her schmoop was gone. She sat with her back straight and one hand on her chin, thinking, plotting.

They were interrupted by a clinking sound from the high table. They looked to see the Red Tallest flicking the side of his glass with one long finger. “Alright everyone, Zim wants to give a toast with his punch. Everyone get a glass so we can get this over with.”

Gir handed out cups of punch to every Irken in the room.

“Did everyone get one?” Zim asked accepting one cup from Gir. The robot nodded. “Excellent!”

Dib shook the bars and let out a groan. “If only I knew what he was saying.”

Tak sighed, tapped her PAK, and a small microchip floated into her hands. She then reached up and shoved it into Dib’s ear.

“Ow, what was that?” Dib said, rubbing his ear.

“Back-up universal translator,” she explained with a groan. “I’m speaking Irken. You hear better now?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you do that earlier?”

“You didn’t bring it up.”

Dib shrugged, conceding her point, and they turned their attention back to the crowd.

“Come on,” the Red Tallest sighed, impatiently tapping his cup. “Make your speech so we can end this party and get back to important things.”

“Right.” Zim cleared his throat. “Friends, I stand before you today proof of what a true Irken can accomplish. Genius, ingenuity, ambition, these are the things that make an Irken great. With these an Irken can become whatever they want and crush their enemies. To victory!”

“To victory!” the crowd answered back and drank.

Dib kept his eyes glued to Zim though the speech. When Zim lifted his cup to his lips, Dib’s eyes went wide.

“Tak did you see that?” he whispered.

“What?”

“It's Zim. He didn't drink?”

“How can you possibly know that from all the way over here?

“He didn't tip his cup back far and he didn't swallow.” Dib explained. “And look.”

Zim's eyes scanned the crowd and he quickly checked something on his wrist.

“Is he checking the time? Look at him. He's up to something.”

Tak only responded with a skeptical look.

Dib sighed. “Listen, if I can be considered an expert on anything, it's obsessing over Zim, and you may not guess it from the everything-about-him, but he can be cunning when he wants to be.”

Tak got up and joined him at the bars. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Zim’s expression. “If you're right about this,” she mused, “then the question is, why does he want to be?”

The Irkens lowered their now empty cups, except for Zim who still held him onto his. “Yes, Irk is mighty and prosperous,” he went on, tapping a sharply clawed finger against his cup. “It's such a shame Spek couldn't share in our prosperity.”

“Spek?” Dib turn to Tak. “What's a Spek?”

Tak could only shrug. Dib looked back over at the crowd. They looked just as confused as he felt.

“Spek?” the Purple Tallest mumbled to the Red. “I don't remember any Spek.”

“Spek!” Zim shouted throwing, his cup down and jumping on the table. “The smeet who died in the Death Melee because of your attempt to have me killed! It wasn't your first attempt either. You sent me on my mission to Urth, hoping I’d get lost in the vastness of space.”

“Zim…” The Red Tallest said in a warning tone.

“You sent me to hobo 13 and bet on which drill would kill me.”

“Zim that's…”

“You lied to me about the true nature of the Death Melee so I would die for your entertainment. You gave me a smeet, one who hadn't even seen his first cycle yet, as my partner, just to lower my chances of survival. Do you deny it?”

“Enough, Zim!” the Red Tallest roared. “You can't speak to us like this!”

“I can! I am!”

“Remember you are speaking to your Tallest,” the Purple one shouted back.

“I have no tallest!” Zim declared proudly. “I don't take orders from you anymore, and I haven't since the Death Melee! For 0.3 cycles, I've dreamed of nothing but my vengeance and I shall have it!”

The Purple Tallest laughed. “Ha! Vengeance? Look around you. You're surrounded by the top tier of the Irken Armada. How exactly do you plan on getting past them?”

“Aww, too bad Zim,” the Red Tallest said with a mocking pout. “Looks like you failed, just like you always do. Your vengeance is over before it's even begun.”

Zim looked down on the device on his wrist. He smirked and looked up at his Tallest with the cold fury in his eyes. “My vengeance has already begun.”

At that moment, a General dropped to the floor and began convulsing. More and more Irkens followed him. Zim’s smirk grew with each new body that hit the floor. Finally, the Tallest started convulsing as well.

“You won't get away with this,” The Red one choked out before collapsing on the floor.

He flashed a wicked grin. “Oh, I think I just did.”

Zim’s pack legs deployed as he jumped off the table. He scuttled over to the cage and, after hitting a few buttons, freed Dib and Tak. “Follow me,” he yelled and led them out of the snacking hall.

[simeonstans]

Hey, no worries, I'm the angst Nonnie. I was asking about like a brother (in this instance Mammon) catches MC cheating on their brother (lets say, Lucifer) with another demon. I want brotherly support

okie and the brothers you chose were the oldest 4! gotcha!! srry for taking long to make this :( also i made it so only Levi's was on purpose, i didn't have much of the heart to make MC an asshole cheater dhdjdk

Lucifer

You and Lucifer have been going out for a while now but now it seems like he has no time for you.

You understand all the work he has to do for the exchange program to succeed and how much work Diavolo gives him. But still, you couldn't help but feel lonely. He'd sometimes even kick you out of his office even when you weren't speaking or you were just scrolling through Devilgram. It was irritating.

Asmo might've seen you being bummed out and looking lonely lately, so he invited you to go clubbing at The Fall with him. Said you needed fresh air, so of course he went ahead and dragged you along with him. Dolled you up and everything.

At the club, you just sat at a table, a couple of glasses in and you honestly knew better than to get drunk with none of the brothers there to care for you. Sure Asmo was there and promised to be with you but he saw some guy walk into place and now he's probably getting it on in some closet. And now you're alone.

Figuring you could sober out, you decided to dance. Again, this was drunk you speaking so could you really make since of anything?

You felt this demon walk over to you, and now he was grinding behind you. Turning you saw black hair and black and red eyes staring at you. Lucifer? Maybe Diavolo invited him out?

You smiled up at him and began kissing him passionately, even grabbing his crotch. And the male returned every action back and groped your ass all he could.

Just at this moment Asmo walked in through the crowd looking for you. The guy he met was a heterosexual with a girlfriend only wanting clout for trying to hook up with him. And he wasn't gonna be bait. That's when he saw you making out with some weird guy.

"MC! What the hell are you doing?!" he pulled you back from him, looking at this freak. His eyes and hair were the same as Lucifer's but that's where the similarities end. "And what the hell is wrong with you preying on someone drunk, you @$!?&" He yelled even louder.

Out of all his brothers, Asmo has a good amount of patience. Only have you ever seen him snap at Mammon and it's usually when Mammon starts shit up. It's like the alcohol in you washed all away and now you're seeing the entire situation.

"A-Asmo... I am so so-" You sobbed out.

"Quit it. You need to tell Lucifer. He won't be happy but he may appreciate the honesty."

Afterwards, Asmo was there beside you when you confessed to Lucifer. He, once again, kicked you out of his office, and now you were in your room crying your eyes out. Asmo comforted you for a bit but for the rest of the night, he comforted Lucifer. Who hasn't cried as hard as the time he lost his sister. The other brothers, they tried not to hate you. But they also tried not to kill you at breakfast. It would take time to heal all wounds.

Mammon

Mammon told you he planned out a date. He had you wait outside some restaurant until he arrived and for the time being, you entertained yourself on your phone.

A couple demons have come up to you and asked you for your number but, of course, you declined them all.

Two hours passed and there were no signs of Mammon. You called him, no answer. You called Lucifer, again, no answer. No one answered.

So you stood and as you were going to walk back to the House of Lamentation, an arm grabbed you. "Hello, I'm sorry, but you're stunning. Please, give me your number." And before you could decline, the demon looked up behind you then down at you and kissed you before you turned around.

"MC?!" You turned behind you to see Beel. "A-Are you cheating on Mammon?" the demon turned around and ran off, leaving you stranded.

"Beel, it's not what you think." "You kissed him."

Beel was huge on family. He loved his brothers more than anything, and now he saw you betray his brother. "Why?"

Mammon soon found out the entire situation as he found Beel standing on the street, he gave you the wrong address and was looking for you. His brothers phones either all dead or Lucifer cut their messages off temporarily as punishment again.

While Beel and his brothers understood the situation and how it was forced upon you, Mammon's insecurity went up the roof. And Mammon would rely on Lucifer and Beel to comfort him until he could accept your apology.

Leviathan

You loved your boyfriend. Really, you did. But he spent countless hours behind a computer screen. Always talking to his friends and going on raids. Only talked about Sucre Frenzy and Ruri-chan. No attention towards you.

You were tired of it so you decided to go down to the library and clear your mind of things. A friend you made in class invited you over after hearing how Levi would ignore you sometimes.

Thinking it could be a way for you to get out of the house and spend time seeing more things than what's usually on Levi's screen, you agreed.

This friend, Levi mentioned he felt rather jealous of him. But you reassured him that you only liked him and no one else, that this friend was just a friend. He is the Avatar of Envy, after all.

So after an hour or two, visiting a cafe after a quick trip to the library, you both sat beside each other. He was currently reading a poem to you off one of the books he checked out. And you were leaning onto his shoulder, your mind off somewhere.

"So, what did you think?" he hummed, closing the book. "Mmm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Is it Levi? Your boyfriend? Is he neglecting you again?" You friend questioned you. You went off on how Levi would ignore you and gave more attention to his friends online that he's never met before, how he spent thousands of Grimm on some girl group he's seen live once, how he'd much rather marry some drawing of a girl in a poofy skirt and pigtails rather than you.

All the while you friend kept leaning closer to your face. "And it's like he doesn't- Woah, you're close to me." Your friend leaned in closer. No you shouldn't. Don't kiss him. You love Levi. Levi is your one true-

He closed the gap, and you kissed back. You knew it was wrong but you needed it. You wanted some sort of attention. You needed something physical. But Levi-

A cough interrupted you two. Satan was behind you.

"MC, did you and Levi break up? Or have I gone mad and caught you cheating on my insecure brother?"

Fuck.

Satan did tell Leviathan, in fact, he was face timing Levi the entire time. Your boyfriend asked Satan to pick up some treats at the cafe you were unknowingly at as a surprise and apology for ignoring you lately. Instead Satan overheard your conversation and faced the camera the entire time at you.

Afterwards, Levi shut himself in his room, lights off, headphones blasting and tears down his cheeks. He hugged the sweater you left in his room some time ago. Satan did go in to check up on him and he was especially mad at you. They all were. And you were the most angry.

Satan

Lucifer sent Satan up to Earth to sort some things out for him.

He mentioned it'd take two weeks but he promised he'd take you out and spend time with you as soon as he got back.

Now, there were three days left until he returned and you were estatic!

Deciding to go out to the store and buy some groceries and prepare him a feast before his arrival back to the Devildom.

Now the bag of special flour was on the top shelf. Demons were taller than the average human, so this shelf was especially high. You turned at a coworker that was walking past you and asked him to fetch you the flour on the top shelf.

Of course, he said yes and easily picked it up for you. "On one condition." He must be Joking. Seriously, dude, I'm a customer, you thought to yourself.

The condition was for a kiss and a date. You shook your head no and before you could open your mouth to say you already had a boyfriend, he pressed his lips against yours and handed you to flour. "Great, meet me at Ristorante Six in three days. 8pm sharp. Tell your folks I'll drop you off at 11." He walked off, smacking your ass.

Seriously what the fu-

"MC, are you cheating on Satan? You know he came back today, right?" Belphie was in front of you now. He knew he heard your voice and he thought of finding you so he could also make something for his twin.

You explained the situation to him. The sleepy boy did doubt you but told you to explain it all to Satan once you all got home. You agreed.

Satan, yes he was fuming, he was angry. Belphie had to remind him that you didn't even consent to a kiss nor an ass smack. And then you remembered he told you to meet him outside Ristorante Six.

Now the grocery store employee WAS there and he was dressed nice. And you were there too. And Satan was there too. Ready to beat the shit out of him. And he did. Satan was still hurt from the entire situation and did need some consolation from his brothers before he could hold you again. He just appreciated your honesty. Belphie, however, did say that if you were to ever hurt his brothers again, he won't hesitate to kill you again.

[wheresyourhope]

The long awaited counterpart to @technonewkid‘s “Vivian Discovers Nagito Dead” described as “Nagito Discovers Vivian Dead”.

Some details are deliberately omitted because Nova hasn’t finished DR2 yet. :’) Hajime’s dialogue was written with @worldofultimates‘s help since he knows Hajime more intimately than I do. (I also stole a few of his icons, too.)

Enjoy.

     If It’s really up to me, I’ll make sure you stay safe!

     Nagito could still hear her voice as if she was standing next to him. Her smile had always given him a sense of hope, filling his heart with a desire to work even harder. She had treated him as an equal despite how often he had asserted that he was lesser than all of them. Even after he had come to the realization that things weren’t as they seemed, she still treated him with kindness in spite of the cold shoulder he’d developed.

     How long had he just stood there? Shock messed with one’s perception of time or so he’d heard. He recalled that seconds could feel like hours, minutes like days, days like years...

     What confused him was the cold chill down his spine and the weakness in his legs. He couldn’t understand the ache in his chest or the quivering of his lip. After so many personal tragedies, how did he still feel the heartbreak of loss? How was there still anguish in his heart at the sight of a corpse? How could he still blink away stinging tears from his eyes when the bodies of people he’d loved had been piling up around him since childhood?

     Vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps behind him, he moved his heavy legs to stand to the side, discarding what was in his hands where it wouldn’t be found even during a thorough investigation. He’d only feel more disgusted by everyone else’s presence.

     As he heard their cries, he averted his eyes. If he caught someone’s gaze now, they would see something he didn’t want them to. Stunned silence from some, pained wails from others...their reactions didn’t surprise him. They were typical.

     A familiar tone echoed through the building as the announcement started, confirming what he already knew. “A body has been discovered!”

     Vivian was dead; she’d been murdered.

          “Is she...really?”           “With that announcement, she has to be.”           “We have to...do this again?”

     Of course they did. It was their morbid routine. Someone would die, and the survivors would give their murderer a death sentence. This was the balance of hope and despair, a greater hope winning against the despair of death. However, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what hope could ever vanquish the pain he knew had grown in their hearts. The most resilient, upbeat member of the group had been killed in a way that had left blood splattered around the warehouse.

     How could things get better after such a horrifying revelation?

     Nagito barely heard Monokuma’s witticisms, simply extending his hand for the Monokuma File instead of indulging such ill-timed banter. Once it was in his grasp, he wordlessly touched the screen to bring up the information it held. He scrolled past her height and weight. It wouldn’t be of much use at the moment, and he already knew more of these details than the others.

[ The victim is Vivian Povlov.

  The body was discovered in the warehouse--   Multiple blunt force wounds cover her head,   arms, legs, and abdomen. Her left leg is also   broken.

  Furthermore, there are deep lacerations on   both of her arms and her stomach. Several   other areas are injured. 

  Her cause of death is considered blood loss,   occurring over a long period of time.               ]

     He lingered on the last bit for a time, unaware that the others were waiting for him to let them have the device.

     A slow death...He couldn’t imagine how painful that would be. She would have laid there motionlessly until her brain started to shut down non-essential functions and her organs started to deteriorate. The agony would have wracked every part of her body from her head to her feet.

     The tablet screen blurred; his hand was shaking.

     Nagito shoved it into the closest hand, one he ordinarily would have felt his heart flutter upon seeing, and turned to the unfortunate victim. The blood pooling around her, staining her clothes and the floor, gave off a strong scent of iron. How much blood had she lost? How much of her was spread throughout the warehouse? He supposed he would only find out if he investigated. He forced his raw emotions away and walked toward Vivian.

     As he knelt next to her, his vision grew hazy. One of the others had done this to her. He had to keep that in mind. Gently grasping her right arm, he lifted and turned it over. Bruises covered it from fingertip to shoulder and one long cut ran from her wrist to her elbow, only visible due to the torn fabric of her sleeves. From his position, he could see that the other arm looked about the same. Nausea grew in his stomach, compelling him to set it down with care. Part of her abdomen sat exposed, revealing more cuts and contusions on her pale skin. He forced himself to avert his eyes to her legs, noting that one jutted unnaturally off to the side. His attention shifted again to her head, her expression frozen as if she’d just closed her eyes for a nap.

     Reaching out, he cupped her cheek and almost yanked his hand back in shock. Her skin felt like ice, a stark contrast to how warm she’d been in life. An ache pierced his chest, but he ignored it in favor of using his other hand to inspect the bruising on her cheeks. Whoever the killer was hadn’t gone easy on her. In fact, they had been relentless. Another wave of sickness flowed through his body, so he stood, a wobbly gesture he felt ashamed of.

     The blood spatters around the warehouse drew him in, so he mentally mapped them out. Vivian had run from her assailant, going in several different directions before collapsing a few feet away, likely due to her broken leg. Near her body, he noted streaks that stopped beneath her. Even after being assaulted, she’d still had the strength to crawl a short distance.

     A lump formed in his throat, and suddenly, he needed to get away from this place. He could look over the scene more closely after everyone else had finished their initial investigations. He stepped back, making it seem like he was simply done when in reality, he was preparing to dash. As he reached their blind spots, he pivoted and ran, the light tapping of his footsteps echoing behind.

     Once he was far enough away, he bent over and held his stomach. The image had burned itself into his mind, and he couldn’t blink without seeing her body. The thought of her being killed so brutally left a foul taste in his mouth, the one that preceded vomit. He forced it away.

          “Why...Vivian...?”

     Nagito found himself asking, clasping a hand over his mouth to restrict any further, useless questions.

     Shaking his head, he pushed himself up and forced his legs to move again. He had one place in mind to search, and he needed to get there before the others. He needed to search for anything that could point to who had taken the kindest person on the island’s life.

     His feet carried him to her cottage, stopping just short of the door and twisting his mouth into a grimace.

          “Monokuma.”

     His voice demanded an answer, devoid of any attempt to be friendly. That offer had expired.

     On cue, the bear appeared.

          “You called~?”

          “Unlock the door.”

     Nagito refused to give him more attention than he had to. Despite the blade twisting in his heart, he needed to find out who the killer was.

          “Okie dokie, sourpuss!”

     The dreadfully cheerful voice sang before he tuned it out.

     When he heard the latch click, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the door knob.

          “You know...your despair is simply                delightful after all your preaching about hope.”

     Nagito paused. Of course he’d say that. Monokuma loved despair just as much as he loved hope. They were destined to be enemies, yet...

     He opened the door, letting his silence and the sound of the door slamming speak for him.

           “Vivian...”

      He whispered, his expression grave as he looked over the interior. She’d kept it mostly clean, only her bed in disarray. Stuffed animals he recognized from the supermarket resided atop the sheets, smiling unknowingly at the familiar face as if to welcome him back. (How many times had he entered this room to find her grinning up at him?) The violin they’d confiscated sat at attention on the shelf, ready to be lifted into a musician’s loving arms. Everything was just as he’d remembered it.

     The table, however, held its own mess. A container of sewing needles was positioned too close to the edge next to an overturned box of bandaids. Discarded fabric pooled on the other side, different shapes showing through the holes left behind. Everything had been arranged to make room for activity in the center.

     As his eyes stopped on a crooked rectangle of paper, his body grew rigid. A photograph of himself and Vivian, taken by the several days gone Mahiru Koizumi, smiled up at him as though nothing was wrong. Photo Vivian stood proudly next to Photo Nagito, both of them unaware of the misfortune that awaited them. His shoulders shook as the sob that had been trying to escape him broke through the gate trying to contain it. 

     At the sound of his own pitiful voice, he fell to his knees, clutching the fabric of his jacket in trembling fists. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. A familiar anguish burst forth from his heart, and he curled up on himself as he cried unstoppable tears. Vivian had been so worried about him that she hadn’t thought of how easily someone could have gone after her. She’d promised to keep him safe despite knowing anyone could become a killer or a victim. Her bright spirit had been snuffed out by one of her classmates, someone she had no doubt considered a friend. 

     The pure tragedy of that knowledge renewed the flow of tears he feared would never stop.

     He heard the sound of the door and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, grabbing the table and dragging himself to his feet. The resulting silence told him who had joined him.

          “Hajime.”

     To his own ears, his voice sounded broken.

          “Nagito.”

     His voice sounded off as well. They were both keeping something hidden beneath the surface. That made things easier.

          “The only thing here is this.”

     Nagito slid the photo into his sleeve before gesturing to the table.

          “Even you can see what clues it hides...”

     He thought it best to stick to the way he’d acted before. His demeanor would raise more alarm if he changed it now just because he felt emotional.

     Hajime didn’t respond to the insult, looking over the table’s contents.

          “She was working on something...                some kind of sewing project.”

     He glanced around the room.

          “Only what was she sewing, and where did it go?”

          “Where indeed.”

     Nagito cut his response short as he felt another cry bubble up. Before it could escape, he had to leave. He couldn’t cry again, not when Hajime of all people could see.

          “Find the project, and maybe you’ll--”

     His voice caught in his throat. A familiar warmth started to flow down his cheek. No, not now. Not like this.

          “Well?”

     What little patience Hajime had been willing to give disappeared.

          “Listen, I understand she was your                friend, but if you’re going to keep acting like this,           she’s not going to get the trial she deserves.”

     His eyes narrowed into a glare.

          “You can’t let yourself collapse when                Vivian needs you most. If you do...”

     He paused, closing his eyes as he chose the right words.

          “Then you’re a pretty bad best friend.”

     His words pierced Nagito’s already injured heart, the force knocking the encroaching despair away. Hajime had fired some kind of truth into his chest, an undeniable point even in his mournful state. It didn’t dry his tears, but it awakened a realization in his mind that he had needed to carry on.

     Leave it to Hajime to pull him away from the edge no matter how forcefully.

     He lifted his head, the normal façade now broken. Instead of a fake smile or a condescending grin, he wore a determined glare, one that only had malice for the killer. A flame blazed in his eyes.

          “Hajime is right. I’ll have plenty of time                to cry and whine when this is over. If I can’t find who did this...           then I’ll never be able to face her again.”

     What he meant by that was lost on Hajime, but he’d learn soon enough. They all would.

     Turning away, he strode toward the door, pausing only to speak one final declaration, a warning to any prying ears.

          “I won’t let them get away with this...                both Vivian’s killer and the ones who put us here...”

     Without another word, he opened the door and left with newfound resolve.

[ihaileysenpai]

Purpose (Bendy X Hailey Fanfic)

*Angst warning I guess? (The anon asked for it, so can’t stop me) *I was watching the plane crash episode of Grey’s Anatomy and got the idea *Its really long so fair warning *Its bad I know, shush I usually don’t kill people in stories XD

~~~~|~~~~~~ Normal Pov ~~~~|~~~~~~

**************

The smell of freshly cooked pastries filled the air, the room was dark, but the only light source was emitted from several lit lanterns that stood on the tables. Swing music filled the atmosphere with a relaxing vibe.

Bendy tapped his fingers on the wooden table as he kept with the rhythm. His younger, yet taller brother could be seen playing on stage with the band. The clarinet was easily pointed out if one listened and paid attention.

Across the table, Bendy noticed the light humming from Hailey. He glanced towards her direction. The relaxed and joyous smile on her face as her attention was fixated on the band onstage and their music.

Bendy felt the world almost fade away as he continued to stare at Hailey with a longing gaze. Many thoughts filled his head, most of which had the life threatening risks.

He didn’t realize the song was over until Hailey clapped her hands and looked at him.

She had a grin. “Good show, huh?” She remarked.

Feeling flustered that he was caught staring, Bendy tried to figure out an answer to the red head.

“I-Uh yeah it was great!” Bendy answered, fumbling over the first few words of his sentence.

“That brother of yours has some talent, it’s great to see great potential like that.” Hailey stated, almost in a daydreaming tone.

Bendy nodded his head in agreement and looked back at the stage to see his brother talking to the piano man. “Yeah, he’s good at that and being a mechanic. He’s going to be great.”

“So are you.”

Bendy turned his head to see Hailey giving him a look. He couldn’t explain it, it looked omniscient, but with something else.

“What?”

Hailey sent a quick glare at Bendy, “You’re also going to do great things. You can play the guitar and you’re one of the best mechanics in the world. May I also remind you that you’ve got the brains and the brawn?” Hailey sighed, “Bendy, you’ve got a lot going for you, whatever you think will hold you back, it shouldn’t.”

Bendy’s staring resurfaced, he was at a loss of words.

Did she know about the illness that he bared?

Was she thinking that it was something else?

“Can you just stop thinking that you’re only destined to die?” Hailey interrupted his thoughts once more.

He spoke without a moment’s thought, he wasn’t sure what he had said. It was between, ‘what are you talking about’ and 'how much do you know?’.

Hailey shrugged her shoulders, “I know that you’re keeping a big secret from me, I don’t blame you, I’m not that extravagant or important. But you’ve got a destiny, it can change the world. I don’t want you to turn cold and bitter, I don’t want you to go throw your adventure whilst depressing thoughts plaguing your thoughts and judgement.” She explained, then shifted her gaze away from the demon.

“Hailey, what are you trying to say?” Bendy questioned, not clearly understanding the message that his companion is trying to spell out for him.

“People care about you, alright? Lots of people, and I care about you too, dingus.” Hailey stated, continuing to avoid looking at him, “Because you effected so many people, you shouldn’t give up on your dreams.”

A sympathetic smile washed into Bendy’s face, he gently reached over and latched onto Hailey’s hand that rested on the table.

“I see what you’re getting at. And okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. You have a point, I’ll accept that. I’ll try and stay more 'hopeful’, okay? And I care about you too.” Bendy accepted in a feathery tone.

Hailey had a small smile on her face, returning her gaze at Bendy.

“Alright, I’m glad to hear that.” She rejoiced in her mellifluous voice.

“If anything, you could be apart of the whole destiny thing too. Me and Boris have a purpose, whose saying that you can’t join us in that? If you want to that is.” Bendy negotiated, making Hailey look aback.

“Y-you want me to join you?” Bendy nodded his head, making Hailey giggle, “Sure, I’ll come. But only if you promise to keep that mind of yours working. You need a plan for when this whole destiny thing is over, are we okie doki?” Hailey proposed.

Bendy chuckled, “With you there, I doubt I’ll have hear the end of it.”

The two smiled brightly at eachother, perhaps there was sentiment between their shared glances.

“Hey guys! I’m back!” Boris greeted with a joyous tone, as he maneuvered towards the table. “Didja like the songs?” He asked.

“It was great, Boris!” Hailey complimented.

“Yeah good job, bro.” Bendy followed, then explained what was happening to Boris.

He couldn’t help but smile, maybe he did have a future.

**********

“Where the hell are they?!” Cuphead groaned in annoyance.

“How should I know? We got seperated so fast that I couldn’t ask where everyone was going!” Bendy retorted, sarcasm lacing in his words.

The two walked at a quick pace, water dripping from their heads to their toes. They were trapped in what seemed as a labyrinth maze cave.

“Boris? Mr Felix? Hailey?”

“Mugs? Jackpot?”

The two called for the others within their group multiple times, but much to their dismay, no answers so far.

Bendy tried to light their disheartened atmosphere by talking about nurses and how everyone needed a hot nurse.

Cuphead only rolled his eyes and had his memory recall his first encounter with the rabbit nurse who took care of his brother.

Once pestering Cuphead about his sudden blush, Bendy and Cuphead were suddenly falling down after the rocks beneath them caved in.

After the tumbling the duo had to endure before reuniting with their brothers, Bendy began to question where the remaining members of the group were.

“We don’t know where Mr Felix or Jackpot are.” Boris exhaled in a defeated manner.

“What about Hailey? Did you see her?” Bendy more persistently questioned.

Mugman shook his head, causing a panic to fuel Bendy’s judgment.

“We have to keep looking.” He said in a stern tone and turned to lead the way.

“Bendy wait! We’ll find them, but we should give Boris another moment to recover.” Mugman tried to reason.

Before Bendy or anyone could respond, a loud roar and ground shaking thud appeared before them, only in the form of a humongous Bolder Spider.

The group of makes yelped in surprise, to which was followed by a wash of relief when the bolder spider fell to the ground before them and Felix hopped down with Jackpot nestling in his jacket.

“Is everyone alright?” Felix asked, inspecting everyone that was present.

“Yeah, we’re okay!” Mugman grinned.

“Bendy would be better if he found his lady friend.” Cuphead pointed out the small demon, whom looked stressed and panicked.

Felix put a hand on Bendy’s shoulder and reassured him that they would find their friend.

………

After getting their hair and fur brushed, the group trudged on, Bendy’s panicks only growing.

“Errr where can she be? Maybe she’s hiding from another giant spider, or looking for us? Maybe she’s on higher ground? O-or she got eaten by a spider, or drowned or-” Bendy began listening the possibilities in a fast speed, to which Felix turned Bendy’s attention to him.

“Bendy, calm down! Hailey is going to be fine, you know it and I know it, alright? The more you panic, the more unprepared you will be when you see her small scrapes.” Felix calmly explained, “Now take a breath and let’s keep-”

The loud booming sounds of rocks falling interrupted Felix. The group looked up, and quickly stepped aside as the rocks plummeted to the ground. With that, the quick image of a red, pale and light brownish gray fell with it.

It was at that moment that Bendy felt the world slow down. He recognized those colours.

It was her.

Once time regained its proper scheme and the rocks stopped falling, Bendy and the others rushed towards the coloured figure.

Tossing the few stones that covered her, Bendy pulled Hailey from the rocks.

“H-hey Hailey! You alright? C'mon open your eyes.” Bendy begged, struggling to sound calm.

A wince in pain and reluctant bit of her eyelids opened, made Bendy sigh in relief.

“O-ow, damn. Whoever said rock sliding was fun, is a liar. Damn I hurt.” Hailey remarked, clearly in pain.

Crouching down next to the two, Felix and the others looked for any noticeable injuries. Bendy would, but he was too busy keeping Hailey awake and talking.

“Hailey, where are you feeling pain?” Felix inquired.

“U-Um, my head, my left arm, my right knee and some of my stomach is kinda not okay.” Hailey tried to be funny, but her voice was sounding strained.

Bendy inspected her head, only to find a small goose egg (Owie) on it, Felix wrapped her lightly gashed arm and stomach.

“Alrightio, we good to go?” Felix asked, after finishing his work.

Bendy looked down at Hailey, “Can you walk?” He asked, as he tried to help her sit up.

“A-ah!” Hailey grimaced as she felt a head rush, she held her head in her hand for a moment before nodding that she could manage.

Of course, Bendy helped her with standing up and walking either way (I can walk ya dummy!).

With that the group was back on the challenge of finding the piece for the ink machine.

Bendy tried to make small talk in order to distract Hailey from her pain. Right now they were on the topic of what Felix’s newest and future books may be about (lemme read them!)

“How about a mystery of the scroll? You know, only now it’s a different scroll with some prophecy about some cult taking over the world, but the twist is that a demon saves the world?” Bendy suggested, clearly proud of his idea.

Hailey chuckled, “Are you saying that the demon would be a characterization of you? Irony Bendy, you’ve got that part right.” She remarked, then began to ponder one herself, “How about one where two idiots gamble with the devil, only to have their lives in shambles and they are forced to work for the devil, while he resurfaces a global crisis?” Hailey wondered, then sent a quick glare at Cuphead.

The Cupbros looked at eachother in a subtle manner, but were taken aback by Hailey’s comment.

Felix chuckled, “Oh please, who would be dumb enough to do that?”

Hailey shrugged her one shoulder, “Not sure, maybe it is pretty stupid. Never mind.”

(;D)

Soon, the group came to a halt when the map pointed at a wall of rocks. The group exchanged looks of confusion, before Bendy helped Hailey lean against the opposing rock wall. Bendy rolled up his sleeves and commented on how easy it would be to clear all the rocks.

Cuphead scoffed, “Don’t sell yourself short, Bendy. There’s no way that you- huh?!”

Bendy already had lifted a boulder three times his own size, catching the Cupbros by surprise.

A whistle could be heard by Hailey, “Damn sir, you aren’t one to be messed with!” She commented, causing Bendy to smirk and wink at her.

Boris then commented on how long it was going to take using Bendy’s method to clear the path. Bendy silenced cursed before setting the boulder down.

Mugs then grinned enthusiastically, “Don’t sweat it Bendy! We’ll destroy this wall in no time! Right Cup?” He offered.

Cuphead looked hesitantly and anxiously at the wall, “Umm..”

“C'mon bro! Let’s do this!”

Reluctantly, Cuphead looked at his hand, then zoned out for a moment. He could hear white noise, until Mugman asked if he was ready.

“I don’t want to, okay?! My vision is still blurry!” Cuphead shouted, uneasiness filled his tone.

“Alright, jeez.” Mugman responded, then retained his energetic demeanour. “Well then, double the power for me! You guys might want to stand back for this!”

Cuphead fell into another short daze, only to have Bendy pull him back.

“Earth to airhead, your bro told us to stand back.” Bendy remarked.

Hailey called the two boys over to her, which they obliged to.

“Hey Cupper, you okay bud?” Hailey questioned with concern.

“Y-yeah, I just don’t want to miss and have an avalanche on us.” Cuphead replied, darting his eyes to the side.

Hailey smiled gently, “Alright, just making sure you’re doing okay.”

Cuphead sighed, “Thanks.”

Bendy noticed that Mugs was beginning to use his doubled attack. Bendy put a hand on Hailey’s shoulder and stood protectively infront of her.

As the mesmerizing colours erupted from Mugman’s hands, everyone looked away and awaited for the rest of the attack.

“HIIIIIIIi- YAAA!”

Suddenly, the rocks were gone in a cloud of dust, which once was settled, shown a waterfall brightly lit.

“Great job Mugs!”

Boris and the others gathered around him and chirped happily about his abilities.

“Hey look at the opening you made! It’s so beautiful!” Hailey pointed at the waterfall.

“Let’s hope that it’s an exit.” Felix added and peered over the boulders that remained.

Boris looked down at the map and grinned, “According to the map, the piece is just up ahea-”

Suddenly Felix whipped around and hushed Boris.

Before anyone could ask the reasoning behind his sudden actions, the loud sounds of crunching erupted from the other side of the group.

The group peered over the rocks to see the giant mermaid lady munching on the giant boulder spiders.

“Holy Chrysler, that’s a big lady!” Hailey exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Bendy stop staring.” She said, not even looking at him.

Bendy blinked, “Wh-what, I wasn’t staring!”

“Yeah at the Mermaid lady at least.” Cuphead pointed out.

Hailey then looked at Bendy, who had a small blush castigated across his face. He quickly pouted and glared at Cuphead. Laughing and chuckles could be heard by the group.

The happy moment was interrupted when the group caught sight of Jackpot missing and heading towards the giant mermaid. After several attacks and Bendy throwing a boulder towards the giant mermaid, a sudden gut wrenching feeling hit Hailey.

She quickly looked at everyone, until her eyes fell upon the staring boy himself reached her field of sight.

He looked exhausted and overworked, his breath looked jagged. Leaning against the wall of rocks and slowly made her way to Bendy.

“Bendy, what’s wrong?” Hailey questioned, putting a hand on his shoulder. She felt him in onto her.

“I-I can’t, not right now.. they need me.” He murmured in transparent pain.

“An ink attack? Here just sit down for a-”

“No Hailey! I need to help- I need to- GAH!” Before her eyes, a red aura surrounded him, and black was seeping into his eyes. He held his head in his hands, and he trembled.

“Bendy- oh god what-what should I-”

It all happened so fast, she couldn’t remember the details of how it happened, but it did. Standing before her was a taller and ink dripping version of someone she cared dearly for.

“B-bendy..?”

Hailey felt for a loss of words, once he looked back at her, Hailey thought that her heart momentarily stopped. How was she supposed to react to such a scenario.

She would back up against the rocks, but she was already using them for leverage and she wouldn’t be able to.

“B-Bendy, please tell me that it’s you.” Hailey pleaded.

The tall figure loomed overtop of the smaller girl.

Unexpectedly, Hailey felt a gentle pressure on her forehead. “Don’t look so scared, Hailey. It’s still me” Bendy’s voice was deeper, but with a slight gravel.

A huge wave of relied swept over Hailey, she smiled, “There you are.”

Bnedy quickly and gently helped her to the ground. “Sit here, and don’t move. We’ll get this bitch and the piece in a few minutes, okay?”

Hailey pouted but shrugged in acceptance, “Fine, fine, just don’t let anyone else get hurt, that goes especially for you too, okay?” Hailey then smirked, “And you’ve got some explaining to do once it’s over.”

Bendy chuckled, “I promise, you’ll have the honour of being the first to hear when I figure it out.” Bendy winked and left.

That’s when the battle began. Mugs shot his laser and Bendy striked the giant mermaid every chance they got. Everyone’s reaction to Bendy’s sudden change of form was of shock, Mugman being oddly accepting of the whole concept.

After the whole mermaid suddenly changing tactics and eating Mugman, much to everyone’s horror. The brawl changed. Rocks were being thrown and the boys were taking every chance to attack.

Hailey felt uneasy, for the ground was shaking and she could hear rumbles coming closer with every collision with a person and the rocks.

She huffed out some air, in hopes that the anxious oxygen would release and ease her body.

“We can’t keep this up! We need a plan!” Boris called out to the others.

Felix looked from side to side, in hopes that an idea would form in his head.

“How about I shoot those rocks and you knock her down, then that might end her, crack her head for the piece and then we-” Cuphead suggested, trying to think of a way to get his brother out.

“That could work, let’s do it!” Bendy agreed and jumped from the side wall to tackle the mermaid down. It took some wrestling and tugging to get her off balance, but at the sound of the giant mermaid colliding onto the ground, the plan was far in motion.

The sounds of rumbling above caught the attention of Boris, Hailey and Felix.

“Cuphead wait-”

“CUPS SHOOT HER WHILES SHE’S DOWN!” Bendy shouted, not hearing Felix trying to warn them.

Not hesitating, Cuphead aimed his finger and did the similar double attack as his brother. “This is for my brother, you bitch!” He whispered and shot his attack.

As the dust clouded and the rocks tumbled down on the mermaid, Bendy quickly avoided any type of hit.

He joined the group as they watched the giant mermaid give small twitches, but her abdomen was buried under the rubble.

“Did we… is she?” Boris tried to ask, but was interrupted by only yet another rumbling sound, only this time it was louder.

“Guys, we need to move, it���s coming from over there- oh no.”

“HAILEY!”

The rocks were falling in the direction that Bendy left Hailey at. She was doing her best to scoot away but something else was wrong.

Just like when he first met her hazel green eyes, when he had their first conversation, when she fell along with the the rocks earlier and now.

Time felt like it had stopped, Bendy was frozen as he tried to lunge toward Hailey. But she looked directly at him, and moved her lips, but he didn’t hear what she was saying.

One moment he was joking with her about books and such, and now he was desperately trying to dig out his companion from a pile of rocks.

“Hailey?! Hailey! Answer me dammit!” Bendy begged and called, throwing rocks and boulders in every direction. Everyone tried to join in and help, desperation in every movement.

It wasn’t until he found a bloodied hand that he felt a higher rush of adrenaline. “I found her!” He cried and pulled more rocks from the pile.

After being able to pull her bruised and bloodied body out of the pile, Bendy cradled Hailey in his arms.

“Hailey, p-please tell me that you’re okay..” Bendy’s voice wavered, gently wiping the blood that dripped from her nose.

“She’s really beat up.” Felix murmured and began to search his bag for medical supplies, Boris followed the actions with his own bag.

“I.. t-totally lied, the rock .. slide was like rolling down a hill.. ah.. the amount of bruises I’ll have tomorrow.. that’s what I get for being fragile..” The strained and hushed voice came from the pained girl.

“Ah- Jesus, you really won’t die will ya? Tough little girl.” Cuphead remarked, in an attempt to calm everyone down.

“Haaah, yeah.. ha. If I don’t b-bleed out f-first.” Hailey remarked in parted huffs.

“You won’t! Stupid, we have bandages and medicine!” Bendy growled.

“Bandaids and painkillers won’t fix broken bones.” Hailey stated, looking right into Bendy’s eyes.

“W-we can try and cover as much as we can!” Boris said, pulling out items from his bag.

“S-see? We can patch you up enough until we can get you to a doctor.” Bendy pleaded.

“Bendy, I feel broken everywhere, it hurts everywhere… I-I don’t know how to describe it, I just-”

“Hailey stop talking like that, you are going to be fine!”

A bit of the hope that the others had slipped, as Hailey began to cough and hack up some of her own blood, to which she covered her mouth with her hand and stared at it.

“D-damn…” She cursed quietly, but more calm than what the group surrounding her were.

As her trembling hand dropped, she glanced at Felix and Boris, “Don’t waste your supplies on me, I’m a lost cause.” She smiled weakly. “Not the most heroic death I was hoping, but at least I’m not alone.”

The two stared in horror at her, before averted their distraught gazes somewhere else.

Bendy held Hailey’s chin and turned her so that they looked directly at each other, “For god sake Hailey, you can’t die!”

“But I-”

“No! You’re supposed to be here when we get this and the rest of the pieces, you’re supposed to be here when we fix the machine and I’m cured! You told me to have dreams, but I can’t if you aren’t there!” Bendy’s voice was breaking through his words. “You were going to be my person, we would get married and have a family. I can’t do that without you there! You can’t tell me to do these things and then die on me, alright?! I fucking love you so much!”

Tears began to fall from Bendy’s eyes, his lips quivered as he felt a shaky hand weakly grab onto his own.

“That sounds …nice.. how many kids would that be..?” Hailey asked, raising her eyebrow.

“.. 4, an even number, s-so no one gets left out.” Bendy wavered.

A small weak laugh escaped Hailey, as it did so, she winced in pain, “That’s a g-good idea, heh, I’d like that… because I really fucking love you too.”

Bendy tried to smile through his tears, “I-I know, so now that you and I know, you can’t d-die, you hear me?!”

Hailey’s eyes were half lidded, “Maybe a house in the countryside… you know, 'cause I’m a country girl. It’s so quiet and away from the.. crowds of people. The kids would have more room to play.. heh.” Hailey was starting to trail off her words.

Bendy looked at the others for someone to do something. His eyes clearly read his desperation for anything to happen.

Felix only nodded his head, seemingly for Bendy to continue talking to his beloved before she was gone.“

When Bendy looked back down at Hailey, her usually pale skin was now almost a new shade of white. He grabbed onto her hand and gently squeezed it.

"Y-yeah, that’s a great idea. Maybe just outside of a s-small town, so they can go to school and w-we’re close to friends.” Bendy tried to continue talking about this so called future he dreamt of, only to have it slipping away from him. “Hailey, I just want you to know that we would be s-so happy.” Bendy began to weep.

“I know, maybe I’ll.. see you there..?” Hailey’s weakened voice began to succumb to the pain.

“.. y-yeah, I’ll make sure to look for you.”

“But.. you have to fulfill your purpose.. and live your life..that’s our deal..”

Bendy hesitated to respond, it was so difficult to say goodbye to someone dear to you, let alone agree to let them go and not live the future you planned for eachother.

“…..o-okay, I-I promise.”

“Thank you… I’ll be .. wai..t ..ing.” Hailey breathes out, before her eyes were shut and her face relaxed.

Bendy bent his head down to her chest to try and hear Hailey’s heart beat. It was faint and slowly fading away.

The sounds of sobbing from the boys echoed against the rocks and interior.

And just like that, the world seemed more dimmed for Bendy.

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The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.

The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside. 

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was...heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds. 

You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction. 

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my.  You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly. 

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda...kinda...” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought. 

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics. 

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sweetheart” said Jimin’s father. 

“Appa! Amma! I didn’t think you both would be up so early! If I had known, I could have started on breakfast earlier” you said, slightly rushing to the kitchen. 

“Don’t be silly dear. We are perfectly fine with our coffee for now and we don’t really eat much for breakfast anyways. Whatever you choose to make will be lovely I’m sure” said Jimin’s mom. 

“It will be ready soon, I promise!” you said. Now you really wished you had changed into something a little nicer. At least now you knew to be prepared in the future. 

Pretty soon, you had a small strew ready and the rice was almost finished cooking as well. You began making some eggs, something you noticed that Jimin had liked, and set the table. 

“It smells delicious Y/N!” said Jimin’s father. “My mouth is already watering” he said with a hearty laugh.

“Thank you appa! It’s almost done, I promise” you said. And at that moment, Jimin came out, ready for the day. 

“Ah, good morning amma. Good morning appa!” he said, as he gave them both a kiss on the cheeks. 

“Ah son, good morning!” they both chimed. Jimin came into the kitchen, in full attire for work and it only made you want to get ready for work yourself.

“Everything smells delicious honey” he said. It felt so weird hearing the cute name come out of his mouth, but you smiled nonetheless. He reached behind you to grab a coffee mug and pour himself some coffee. 

“Well, breakfast is ready!” you said, as Jimin sat at the table where his parents soon joined. 

“Oh, you made Jimin’s favorite” Jimin’s mom said and though you didn’t know to what exactly she was referring to, you smiled. Jimin smiled too as he ate his favorite eggs. 

After breakfast, the family had dispersed. Jimin’s parents had mentioned that they were going to go out and meet some friends and Jimin had left for work. You were left alone again, and you already missed having everyone around. So, you quickly got ready for work and left too. 

The day was pretty long, and you had to finish a lot of work. However, you failed to see the time and you only realized when the sun was already setting and you office seemed to be getting darker as well. 

You looked at the clock and it was already seven. “Oh shit! Dinner!” you said, as you hurriedly grabbed all your things and rushed home. However, when you got home, you already smelt something yummy. 

“Hey honey. I realized you were getting late, so I got some takeout. It’s your favorite!” he said as he pointed to the table that was already set. You didn’t know what he had bought and he sure as hell didn’t know what your favorite was, but whatever he did buy, it smelled amazing. 

“Awh, when did our son become so caring?” Jimin’s father joked. 

“Anything for my wifey!” Jimin joked back. Well, it was more of a joke between you and Jimin because you two were the farthest thing from a married couple. 

You all sat at the table, and you were really learning to love the experience. This time was filled with many childhood stories and laughter and you knew you were going to miss this when his parents left. 

After dinner, Jimin’s mom helped you clean up and Jimin and his father decided to go on a small walk. And by the time you finished cleaning up and finally sat down, they had already returned. 

“well that was a short walk!” you said. 

“It was cold!” Jimin said while pouting, garnering a laugh from everyone. 

“Well, we are pretty tired, so we’re going to bed. Do you guys have any plans for the weekend? We thought maybe we could all go on a picnic at one of our resorts a few hours from here! And Y/N, your parents too!” Jimin’s mom said. 

“Oh, that sounds nice. What do you say, sweets?” You asked Jimin. You pondered on what to call your husband, but this just suddenly came out and so you decided to stick to it, realizing it was pretty easy to say. 

“Yeah! Sounds good to me too” Jimin says. He too, was slightly surprised with your nickname for him, but he kind of liked it.

“Perfect then! We can leave tomorrow around 11? I’ve already talked to your parents Y/N, and they should be good too” Jimin’s mom said. “Good night kids” she said as they both walked back to their room.

You had decided to stay and finish up some work on your laptop in the living room as Jimin went back to the room. You figured he had slept, but when you finished your work an hour or so later and entered your room, you had found Jimin plopped up on the bed, watching TV.

“Oh, are you done? I can move” he said.

“No no, I still need to change and everything. Feel free to watch!” you said, smiling. 

You took your time with you nighttime routine and eventually came back out. Jimin turned to your direction and reached for the remote to turn it off. 

“Hey, if you want you can keep watching, It doesn’t bother me. The...beds pretty big anyways” you say. You were on one end of the bed while he was on the other and you could probably fit two or three people your size in between you both. “I’m just going to be reading anyways” you say, reaching for a book you honestly weren’t planning on reading before two seconds ago. You slowly laid down on your bed, pulling up the covers to keep you warm. 

“Oh..thanks I guess” he says, turning back to the tv. “It looks like they had already made all the plans before they even asked us, huh?” Jimin said, facing you again with a small smile.

“Yeah, it seems like it” you said giggling “But it should be alright! I haven’t been to any of your resorts anyways” you say back. The Park family owned many, many things. They had invested money in pretty much all aspects you could think of and you could see their name almost everywhere in the country. Likewise, so had your family. Which is why when it was announced that the two you would wed, the media went crazy. 

“It’s not anything extravagant. Not like your resorts or anything I bet” He said, still facing you.

“Oh, ours is not much either” you say, assuring him. 

“Oh please, I’ve seen some of your buildings and they are absolutely stunning. don’t know how you make it affordable” he says.

“It’s all apart of the business plan” you say, smirking. It was true! When you had finally graduated college with your business degree and then got your MBA a year later, you had started working for the family business. One of the primary things you focused on were making your products and accommodations and such affordable for the general public. And for that, you were well received by both the media and the public. 

“Yeah, I heard you had a lot to offer for your company” Jimin said truthfully. And it struck him then, that he might have actually liked you if he wasn’t forced to marry you. You were envied by women all around the country, and many considered you a celebrity almost. But Jimin didn’t like his lifestyle change, and he took that out on you. He felt bad now, but he was hoping that things would be somewhat better now. 

“Like you. I’ve heard you’ve contributed many amazing ideas to the company, like the scholarship idea” you said. The park family started giving out scholarships to children who really needed it and for those who were exceptionally brilliant.  You always loved that idea, especially knowing that kids were getting the education they wanted and thought they couldn’t afford. It gave them the chance to pursue their dreams. 

“You knew about that?” Jimin asks, surprised. Not many people knew about it, and if anything, Jimin wanted to keep it on the down low. 

“Yeah, your dad had told me about it a while ago. I always loved the idea” You said honestly. 

“Wow, you really do talk to my parents a lot” he said while laughing.

“Hey, like I said, they’re great people, sweets” you joked. 

“Thanks, honey, I couldn’t agree more” he joked back. You both looked at each other before starting to laugh simultaneously. 

“We probably have a lot to talk about, huh?” You asked, out of the blue.

“Hhhm?” Jimin wondered out loud. 

“I mean, we’ve been married for a few months now, but theres still so much I don’t know about you. Like I had no idea the eggs were your favorite. And whatever you bought for dinner isn’t exactly mine, but it was delicious nonetheless.” you said, honestly.

“You caught me there. I just got some chinese food from my favorite restaurant, but i’m glad you liked it” He said, smirking again.

“Oh you thought this was good? You have to try my place, it’s at least 10x better than this” you said. 

“Oh please, nothing can beat this” he said, smiling back at you.

“I bet it is!” you said back. “And there’s this really nice dessert shop just a few minutes away and they sell the cutest things” you chimed, clearly excited about the sugar you were thinking about.

“Ok, I’ll have to try it to believe it, but I highly doubt it will beat this” he said, smiling. He found it cute how you suddenly smiled thinking about dessert. You were still somewhat childlike and yet you were so well put together that it almost confused him.

“oooh are you in for a treat!” You said.

“Yeah yeah, we’ll see. So chinese is your favorite food then?” he asked.

“Hhm, I don’t really know if I have a favorite. It’s more of what I’m in the mood for. Like one day i’ll be craving chinese and the next day will be italian or something” you say. 

“Same here. I don’t think I could eat the same type of food all the time” he said.

“Well, what other types of food do you like? Maybe I can try cooking them at home” You said, smiling back. You honestly liked cooking as it calmed you down, and trying new recipes was fun as long as it wasn’t too tedious. 

“Hhm, well I love meat. I like kimchi stew, and all kinds of street food. Hhm, I like fried rice” he says, as he seriously pondered about his favorite food.

“Hhm thats surprising. I thought you were going to say lobster or something” you said, giggling.

“Hey, I’m a korean by birth and by heart ok?” he said laughing. Both you and Jimin never realized it, but he had also slowly eased his way down and now he too was laying on the bed, facing you.

And just like that, the two of you had somehow started talking about your favorite foods and you ended up talking the entire night. You shared stories with each other from your childhood. You talked about your goals and dreams for the future, and just about everything and anything. Jimin learned a lot about you in this one night and though he first thought of it as a duty to get to know you, he was pleasantly surprised when he kept wanting to hear more. You had a rather interesting life, or at least you made it sound interesting. It was pretty similar to his, so he realized you two had way more than common than he had first thought. He found out about all your favorite things and your lifelong wish to adopt a puppy. And likewise, you learned many things about your husband as well. He told you about how his parents had adopted him after his birth parents died in an accident when he was a little boy. He even told you about last thing his parents had given him, a children’s storybook, which he had managed to lose somewhere and wanted another copy of, but he could never find a copy as it was no longer published and the copies still available were quite expensive. 

You had started to tear up when he had told you the story, and it shocked Jimin. He no longer cried when he told the story, but maybe because he had never really told it to anyone anymore. Only his close friend really knew and he didn’t know why he felt so open enough to tell you. But when you had started to tear up, it warmed his heart knowing that you were genuinely listening to each word he was saying and you were feeling every emotion he was. 

The TV was still running in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it. The lights were still on in the room, so you never really paid attention to the time either. But you found yourself yawning and Jimin noticed. “Wow, I wonder what time it is” he said, as he turned to the other side to reach for his phone. 

“Omg Y/N, it’s already 4:30 in the morning” he said, surprised and trying to stifle a yawn. He turned to face you again when he didn’t hear a reply and he found you fast asleep, clinging on the book you had tried to read. 

Jimin smiled at your sleeping figure and while he tried to take the book out of your strong grip, you instead grabbed at the side of his shirt, not willing to let go. Trying not to wake you up, he moved very slowly and placed the book on the nightstand to his side and turned out all the lights. 

He was nervous with you so close to him, and he didn’t exactly plan on sleeping next to you, but he didn’t want to wake you up and he promised himself that he would be up before you and would move back to the couch before you knew. 

The sunlight fluttered into the room slowly and you slowly turned. You knew that you had to open your arms and face the day, but you were too engulfed in the warmth that you wanted to stay in bed just a little longer. Since when was the bed this comfortable? Or warm? You felt some warm air brush the top of your head, and before you opened your eyes to try and find out what it was, you heard the sound a camera click. 

You opened your eyes to find Jimin only a mere few centimeters away from your face and when he felt you stir in his arms, he too had awoken from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight. He finally saw you staring wide eyed at him, and in his peripheral vision, he could see someone standing at the door. He turned to face the door with you still in his arms and you followed his gaze. And much to your horror, you found both his parents staring at you both lovingly. Jimin’s mother also held her phone in her hands, which you assumed was the sound of the camera. 

“AMMA!” Jimin yelled, scaring you a little as you jumped in his arms. “What are you guys doing here?” Jimin asked. He still hadn’t let you go, and if anything he held you tighter in his shock. 

“Well sorry son. It’s already 10:30 and we were going to leave at 11 remember? We tried calling for you both and we even knocked but no one answered and we were getting worried but we found you both sleeping so peacefully and wow your mom just had to take a picture” she said, as if it was no big deal. 

“Wait, it’s already 10:30? Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry amma, appa, I’ll make a quick breakfast and we can leave soon. I’ll call my parents too” you said, finally pulling away from Jimin’s hold. You immediately felt colder and regretted leaving, but you had no time.

“It’s fine dear. I made us a simple breakfast while waiting and I already called your parents too. It’s fine if we’re late. Take your time getting ready you both” she said and both her and Jimin’s father sauntered out of your now shared bedroom.

“Jimin I’m so sorry” You started, not really knowing what you say.

“No no it’s totally fine, we both stayed up really late. And like my mom said, it’s fine if we’re late. I’m sorry for sleeping here on the bed...” he said, running his hands through his bed head which you found incredibly adorable.

“Oh about that. If your parents might come back in here one night, maybe it’s best that you continue sleeping on the bed. Afterall it’s big enough” you said. You couldn’t risk having his parents walking in and finding you both sleeping separately. 

“A bed so big and we still ended up as close as we did” Jimin joked and immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. He meant it as a joke and didn’t think before he talked, but he blushed at his own words and found you blushing too.

“Uhh, I’ll go get ready” you said, running into the bathroom.

Both you and Jimin got ready as you quickly as you could and ate a quick bite before heading out with his parents. Your parents had agreed to meet you there and while driving to the resort, you had a smile on your face the entire time. You were excited to see your parents afterall. 

Jimin turned to look at you a few times as he drove and he was surprised that the smile never left your face. He found himself smiling too. Meanwhile, his parents in the back seats were watching you both and though it silent in the car for most of the ride, it was a comfortable silence as everyone enjoyed as the view changed from the cityscape to the beautiful beaches. 

You eventually met up with your parents and had a wonderful lunch on this hill facing the mountain with the resort right in the back. You all shared more stories together and for whatever reason, Jimin didn’t leave your side. 

He enjoyed listening to the stories your parents told about you and your childhood and he realized you had left out most of your embarrassing childhood stories last night. But he could recognize a few stories and he smiled along, happy that he had actually heard it before. 

You smacked your dad’s lap playfully when he continued with the embarrassing stories, but Jimin interjected “Hey let him finish! You never tell me all the embarrassing stories, so this is a treat!” he said.

“I don’t tell you for that reason, sweets!” you pouted and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into a small hug. The skinship shocked you for a second but you quickly relaxed into his arms. You missed his warmth. 

After some time, the parents began to converse amongst themselves and you and Jimin just watched as the conversation unfolded. Jimin nudged your side “Want to go on a walk? I can show you a bit more of the resort?” he asked. 

The parents had stopped conversing for a second, only to say “That’s a wonderful idea, Jimin. Go take some private time for yourselves” 

Jimin stood up and gave you his hand to help you stand up. You figured he would let go after, but instead he intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you along to the small path on the hill. 

You didn’t pull your hands away, figuring it was only till your parents couldn’t see anymore, but to your surprise, he didn’t pull away even when they were out of sight. 

“Hey Y/N?” he started. “I was thinking...”

“Yeah?” you said, looking at him. By this time, the sun was beginning to set and as Jimin turned to you, he swore you never looked more beautiful. You dress flowed along with the breeze, and night was slowly getting colder, but just in that moment, with the perfect lighting, he swore you were perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And in that second, his father’s words rang in his ears. You got lucky with her.

“I know, we didn’t start off on the right foot when we got married, and I really regret not having the chance to get you know earlier” he said.

“Ohh..Well, I feel the same way. I wish we gave each other a chance” you said, honestly.

“Well, you did. You tried to get along as far as I can remember. You tried to make small talk and I would just shut you out and that wasn’t fair. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate you. Rather, I was just hating the situation I was thrown in. I hope you can forgive me” he said honestly. At some point, he had started to rub small circles on your hand and you loved the sensation. You had gripped his hand slightly harder.

“No, I’m sorry too okay? I stopped trying at some point as well. And I can’t say that I was too happy with the situation either, but I’m glad we’re at least talking now” you said back. You swore you could have started crying by how happy you were in this moment. It’s not like he was professing his love for you or anything, but just the chance that you could have a friendly relationship with him made you happy.

“I am too” he said, smiling back at you. “I was thinking that...that maybe...maybe even after my parents leave...we could give this a try” he said as he pointed between you and him with his free hand. 

“What do you mean?” you said as your heart raced. You had a hunch of where he was going, but you needed to know for sure. 

“I mean...why don’t we give us a try? Give this marriage a try? I know we’re both in it to keep our parents happy but... maybe we can find happiness somewhere along the line too” he said as he looked intently at you.

“I...would love that...sweets” you said back. You heart was racing a million miles per second and you didn’t know how you had it in you to try and lighten up the mood at the second but you were glad you did.

“Thanks...wifey” Jimin said with a hearty laughter. 

A/N: YO ITS NOT OVER YET. I REPEAT, 

I   A M    N O T    D O N E. 

hope y’all liked this part,  because i actually for once did. Also this was hella long, sorry not sorry.

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black---Chap. One

Okie doke, here goes the series of chapters I post of The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black I co-wrote with my old fanfic friends back in...2014.

Thank you Mystichawk, Xion5, dragoscilvio, Starskulls and Lil Angel 927 after all these years.

Oof.

THE MISADVENTURES OF FANTY AND PITCH BLACK, CHAPTER ONE

Again, I write nothing like this anymore.

This is the story of how I saved the world. Don't worry, this is gonna be a good story and in fact, I don't save the world at all. This whole story all started with...a booby trap.

My name is Fanty! Nice to meet you. I used to live in the city, but a while ago I moved to Burgess upon the demand of my friends. The town is really friendly! The only problem I see with it is that the kids here are ballistic. Okay, I'll say that a bit nicer….different? All the kids in Burgess talk about these people called the Guardians, and the leader of these kids is some boy named Jamie Bennett. I slightly knew Jamie, because Angel babysits him and his sister, Sophie. Sometimes those little buggers would come over to her apartment for baking and watching movies 24/7. Honestly, Jamie is probably one of the well respected kids I've ever met! His stories really put faith in everyone, and it's something I admire.

Ever since Jamie shared his stories of this dude named Jack Frost and the Guardians to my friends and I, we became determined to see if this was all real. My friends and I all live in the same apartment building, and honestly, I bet the landlord regrets ever going into the apartment business. We're a rowdy bunch! Well, besides Drago. She's a real sweetheart that keeps herself under control, which is something I totally admire. Trust me, I'd love to be like her, but with my energy and the quirks to being Fanty, it isn't possible.

Allow me to introduce my lifestyle. I live in Apartment 4B, right across from Xion, under Mystic and above Star. My apartment isn't really...um "sparkling clean." I mean, it is, its just not….uh. Shut up, I haven't gotten to washing my dishes or cleaning the bathroom yet, okay?! I work at Building Block Day Care...yeah, doesn't sound like a promising job, does it? Don't worry. I'm just waiting for a job to open up somewhere else in Burgess. I wanna go into the graphic design business, but Burgess kind of has a lack of that. But thanks to Angel's knowledge of kids, I'm favorited there! My boss is really nice and always makes sure her employees gets a paid vacation at least once a year, which is awesome. My guess is that she thinks the kids have supernatural powers to watch her 24/7, so she acts all pleasant and talk to us like children just in case. But that's just a crazy thought. I love the kids, I just don't like the little treasures they leave for me as gifts in their diapers.

Being Fanty has its perks and downsides, though. When Xion, Mystic, Drago, Star and Angel come over and we have our biweekly hangouts and someone brings the soda, I go all over the place. Hyperactive energy is my middle name. I'm an artist, and I put that art to good use! I make a little money off of my art, which is very nice.

...Oh, and if you ever hear of Star talking about my "graffiti incident", that never happened…

Gah! I'm getting distracted from the story! This isn't the point I'm trying to make! Sorry, you're dealing with someone who easily gets distracted. You're lucky a moth hasn't flown by, or else I would've gotten onto a high speed rant about moths instead of this story I wanted to tell.

Well! You're probably wondering, 'What's the importance of telling us about Jamie Bennett and the kids and their stories of weird Guardians?' Well, that's exactly why you're here.

One day, Angel brought Jamie and Sophie over to my apartment because her apartment was too cluttered for kids. Luckily, that was the day my boss sent home a bunch of toys from the daycare to be cleaned. Sophie immediately took a liking to the giant set of mushy building blocks, especially squashing them between her hands. Jamie happily sat on my couch and watched Spongebob Squarepants as Angel and I talked in the kitchen about her work and how her week has been going.

"Honestly, it's been a little strange." Angel shook her head, folding her arms over her chest.

"You always say that when you babysit the Bennetts." I said, stuffing another sugar cookie in my mouth. Angel slapped my hand away when I reached for the jar again, and I mewled at the stinging pain.

"I'm serious! Jamie said he saw Pitch Black near his house when he and his mom were coming back from his uncle's birthday party. What do you think of that?"

"Cosplay." I grinned, wiping my lower lip.

"Fanty! I'm serious! Someone's lurking in Burgess, and Jamie's not the only one getting fidgety." Angel sat down and stared at me seriously.

I thought for a moment, trying to recollect whatever could possibly relate to this. Finally, I snapped my fingers and pointed to her. "You know Jamie's friend Pippa, right?"

"Yeah. She came over to play one time while I was babysitting, along with some kid named Monty." Angel broke a cookie in half and took a bite.

"Pippa and her mother came over to the daycare once to drop off some donations, and Pippa told me about this shady guy she saw in her friend's closet when she was over at some sleepover. I think they stayed up watching High School Musical for too long," I shuddered, "Yick...Zac Efron and Sharpay gives me the willies."

"Fanty."

"Don't worry, buddy!" I patted her hand, smiling brightly, "I have an idea to see if this is all true."

I stood up and did a somersault over to Sophie, who squealed and giggled at my silliness. I ended up sitting on my bottom, right in front of her. I grinned, liking Sophie's bountiful happiness. She handed me a blue block, and I gratefully took it and placed it on her head.

"Fanty, no! Tip top!" Sophie giggled, standing up and waddling over to me for a hug.

I smiled as I hugged her, and started to laugh as she put the soft blue block on my head as well. I shook my head like a dog, and then turned to Jamie. He boredly turned the TV off and turned towards me with a shy smile.

"So! Angel told me you saw some fella named Pitch Black." I said, balancing Sophie on my leg in a side hug.

Jamie perked up at that name, and then crawled over to me as if he were to tell a secret to me. I heard Angel come over and sit next to me, taking Sophie's fairy wings near her discarded sneakers and flapping them playfully near her. She giggled and turned her back with her arms out, and Angel slipped the wings on. One of the wings fwapped me on the cheek, and I spluttered at the contact, making Jamie snicker.

"Yeah! He's the Boogeyman. Why do you wanna know about him?" Jamie crossed his legs in an Indian position as he sat on the couch, staring down at us girls.

"I was thinking we'd have a little bit of a joke on him." I grinned at Jamie, whose eyes widened with astonishment at the idea.

"Are you kidding!? Jamie exclaimed, a wild smile growing across his face, "That would be hilarious!" but then his face fell, pondering about something that made me slightly worried. "He may get angry, though."

"So what?! I can take him!" I grinned, and held up my fists in a fighting stance.

Angel rolled her eyes with a grin as I punched at the air, and Sophie made a grab for my hands, trying to stop my quick motion. She got up and ran over to the tower, making sure I wouldn't knock it over. I grinned and put my arms down, glad Jamie got my point.

"Jamie, tell Fanty what he looks like." Angel said, tucking her legs underneath her.

Jamie got on his knees and held up his hands to a good measurable length. "His hands are kind of big, like a man's, but his fingers are skinny and kind of long. His skin is grey, and he wears a black robe thing."

"Wow. What a fashionista." I snickered, already finding this description hilarious.

"He's got black hair that goes up in the air like this," he made a wave like motion up in the air and then continued, "he's got goldish-silver eyes and he's super tall. He runs really fast, and he appears by shadows and such."

"So what time do you expect we take action?" I looked at Angel in case she had any ideas.

"I think midnight would be cool. Like in those stories!" Jamie grinned eagerly.

"Cool beans," I grinned in response, then became serious, "Okay! Here's the plan!"

I whipped out a large piece of paper that looked like a scroll, and a stick of charcoal. Angel gave me a look of confusion and asked, "Where the heck did you get those that quick?"

"I keep stashes of paper and some sort of writing tool around this place in case I come up with ideas if I'm not near the computer or I don't have my sketchbook with me," I said, drawing the layout of my apartment floor plan. I suddenly snapped my fingers, gaining everyone's attention, "That reminds me! I need to restock the paper under the coffee machine and above the microwave. Most of my ideas come from food."

"That I know." Angel laughed, and Jamie and Sophie joined in unison.

"Alright! Listen up, cadets!" I said like an army sarge.

"Cadets! Cadets!" Sophie clapped her hands, liking that word.

I drew a dot right in the room where I slept in, and then outlined a rectangular shape around it. "This is where I sleep, and here," I drew another box on the far left of the room, "Is my closet. Most likely, he'll come out of there. There's too many boxes of art supplies under my bed for him to fit in. What we're gonna do is set up a device-"

"Like a booby trap?" Jamie asked, looking up at me for approval.

"Exactly. The floor will be covered with netting, but only the area around the closet will be triggered. Once he steps into this area," I circled the spot near the closet, and looked up at them, smiling, "he'll be ours!"

"Yay!" Jamie cheered, and Sophie clapped happily.

"I think the best person to set that up for you is Mystic," Angel turned towards me, a grin on her face, "she's got knowledge of snares and traps like Katniss Everdeen herself!"

"Who's Katniss Everdeen?" Jamie asked, tilting his head to the side.

"A character from a book and movie. You're too young to watch or read that stuff." Angel waved her hand, as if to cast that question away.

Jamie stuck out his lower lip, but then leaned forward to get a better look at the battle map I created. "What if that one fails?"

"Mystic taught me how to set up a booby trap of a water bucket on the door, so I'll easily set that up. Angel! Call Mystic. We might as well need her now. Do you have netting?" I turned towards my good friend, who whipped out her phone and started punching in her number.

"No, but she does. She's got half a closet full of them. Trust me, I checked." Angel held up her phone to her ear as it started ringing.

"Good!" I evilly rubbed my hands together, cackling maniacally.

Sophie looked at her own hands, and then mine, and started rubbing them together as if she were washing her hands. She giggled at her intimidation of me, and I smiled down at her attempt to look evil.

"Hey! Don't go teaching my sister that sort of evil stuff!" Jamie demanded, playfully wacking me on the forehead.

"Jamie! No hitting!" Angel snapped.

"WASSAHP LIL GAL!?" Mystic's voice sounded at the end of the phone.

That sent Sophie, Jamie and I into hysterics. Angel tried shushing us, but it did no good.

"Mystic? Yeah, we need your help." Angel said, trying to suppress a smile.

I grabbed the phone from her hand and whispered, "It's Operation Booby Trap!"