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[spyglassrealms]

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Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 5

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It���s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being… Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death. Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 Masterlist

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Part 5 -

53 days of camp left

The first day at Camp Willowdale was usually pretty straightforward – campers arrive, sign in, move into their designated cabins where they meet their counselors, then all gather in the Wildcat Lodge to get their schedules, maps, badges and compasses. Ever since Pricilla’s daughter left her, she ditched the idea of having a stable with horses at camp (saying it reminded her way too much of Wendy, and also cost a lot of money to maintain), and settled for scavenger hunts in full scout mode in the forest, hence the compasses and badges. Every camper was given a first badge for participation and would get the chance to earn new badges to add to their collection during their nine week stay. Pricilla made sure that there was a badge for literally everything – from successfully starting a fire to throwing out the trash. She liked to do this to make all the campers feel included and special, which on its own sounded like a wonderful thing, however her actual motives were selfish – happy kids meant happy parents, and happy parents meant money. She also liked to turn everything into a competition, so she established a scoring system that nobody but her understood, where she’d award or deduct points from different groups and the group with the most points at the end of the summer will be crowned conquerors of the camp at a made up end-of-summer event Pricilla named the “Camp Will-all-hail banquet”. Caroline always found the name to be extremely tacky, but much like mostly everything that Pricilla put her finger onto, it wasn’t surprising.

JJ and Caroline had gotten assigned to Teens 2. Unsurprisingly, everyone in their group was almost their age, which seemed like somewhat of a recipe for disaster, as Caroline feared that this could result in the teens refusing to follow orders from someone who is basically their age. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that their group of teens was actually quite well-mannered and well-behaved. John B and Sarah’s teens, however, were a whole different story.

“You sure you got T2 and not T1?” panted Sarah after finally sitting down at the counselors table beside Caroline for dinner.

Caroline smirked, “Positive,” she confirmed, not being able to hide her amusement at the sight of an already tired Sarah, “Why’d you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” said Sarah sarcastically, “Well, besides all the girls, and I’m pretty sure one of the boys, having a massive thing for John B, and them all quite literally being the spawns of Satan, hm… no reason,”

Caroline laughed at Sarah’s words, looking over at the table where her group and Sarah’s were seated at. Two of the T1 girls were giggling while telling a story, while everyone else’s attention was on them. Caroline came to the conclusion that they would be the It Girls at this year’s camp, bossing everyone around. She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that it was Sarah who got these two as they were literally mini versions of her.

“Heard my name being called,” John B slid onto the bench across the table from the girls. Now that everyone had been sorted, the Wildcat Lodge seating area had been rearranged so that the groups would be sat together according to their ages, and the counselors would be sat together according to their groups. The head staff had their own table at the very foot of the podium, right next to where the food was, conveniently.

JJ was quick to join their group at their respective table, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, nothing,” Caroline said nonchalantly, “Just Sarah being jealous over her girls liking John B, no biggie,” Sarah kicked her under the table, earning an, “Ow!”

John B’s eyes immediately shot up, that familiar twinkle of excitement swimming through his honey orbs, “Jealous?”

“As if,” barked Sarah, squinting her eyes at him threateningly.

“We’ll see about that, baby cakes,” John B winked, diving into his dinner.

“So,” said JJ, lowering his voice in case any of the neighboring tables were listening, “What’s the plan, guys?”

Caroline shook her head, “I don’t even know where we could start, I mean, the only clue we’ve got so far is that message we had to scrub off the rock this morning before the campers arrived…”

John B thought for a second, “Hey, wasn’t Topper paired up with her?” he said suddenly.

Caroline’s eyes widened in realization, “John B, you’re a genius!” she said, earning a proud smile from the boy, “Last night at the counting, Topper said something about feeling guilty for not offering her his jacket!” the four of them turned to look towards Topper’s table. He was sitting quietly, barely poking at his food, while the rest of his fellow counselors were having an animated conversation around him. Caroline turned back towards her friends, “Chances are he was the one who saw her last!”

“Yeah, and judging by the look of his face, he doesn’t seem too excited about it,” remarked JJ.

“Can you blame him? I’d be pissed if I was paired with Madison, too,” muttered Sarah, scrunching her nose at the leafy salad in her plate.

“Tonight at the bonfire,” said Caroline, “Sarah’s going to offer him some help with his girls, seeing as he’s dealing with all of his kids alone,”

“Hey, why me?” Sarah frowned at the plan.

“Because you’re the one who had a massive crush on him back in the day,” Caroline whispered in Sarah’s ear, resulting in Sarah kicking her under the table again. Caroline bit back a groan as she smiled forcefully, looking at the two boys in front of her, “Okay, well, sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

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After handing out the songbooks and marshmallows to all of their teens, Caroline, JJ, Sarah and John B took a seat at their designated log next to their groups, which had somehow bonded during dinner and were all laughing together.

“Alright, settle down kids!” Pricilla said, causing everyone’s chatter to die down, “As you have already been informed, it is a Willowdale tradition to perform our very own rendition of Bomfiara every morning and night until the end of camp. The songbooks you’ve been kindly given by your counselors contain the lyrics to all of the camp songs we’re going to be singing this summer, but I’m sure that by the end of it you won’t be needing the books anymore,” Pricilla fake-laughed at her own joke while everyone just started at her blankly, “Okay, well, let’s sing!” she gave the tone and everyone started signing.

“This is so lame,” said one of the girls Caroline proclaimed as “It Girls” earlier that evening, “We’re too old for this BS,”

“You got that right,” mumbled Sarah.

“Oh, come on, I love it, it used to be our favorite tradition!” whined John B.

The two girls squealed and started pinching each other, immediately opening their songbooks and joining in on the singing, making intense eye contact with John B with their best seductive looks. Sarah rolled her eyes at the scene.

“See?” she whispered to Caroline, “This is what I meant!”

Caroline smirked at the blonde girl, “Am I sensing… jealousy?”

Sarah scoffed at the remark, “Pf, yeah right,” she said defensively, “I’m just annoyed that they’re only listening to what he’s saying and we’re supposed to be counselors together.”

Caroline nodded slowly, pretending to be buying the story, “Yeah, sure,” she turned to look at Topper, who regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by his group and fellow counselors, still seemed down, the camp fire illuminating his distant face, “Speaking of together, when do you wanna go talk to Topper?”

Sarah followed Caroline’s gaze towards the boy, “Once this stupid song is over,”

Caroline nodded and both girls turned towards their group again, where the It Girls were still making sexy eyes at John B, who seemed totally clueless to their approach as he was belting the lyrics of the much familiar song out loud, waving JJ’s hands every so often.

Once the song was over and everyone got back to their regular chitchat, Sarah stood up and straightened her shorts and camp sweatshirt as she made her way towards Topper.

“Hey, Top, this seat taken?” she said, referring to the empty spot on the log next to him where Madison was supposed to be sat.

Topper looked at Sarah as if she’d just said a distasteful joke, “Hey, Sarah…” he muttered, “Obviously not,”

“Awesome!” Sarah smiled widely, plopping down next to the boy.

“So,” Topper started awkwardly, “What brings you here?”

“Saw you from across the pit,” she explained directly, “Couldn’t help but notice that you seem lonely,”

“Yeah, well,” Topper looked at her with a look of disapproval once again, “I sort of am,”

Sarah pretended to only just realize what he was talking about, “Riiight… So, about that,” she chirped again, “Last night you said something about a jacket?”

Topper sighed, “Yeah, Madison said she was cold when we were in our cabin and instead of offering her my jacket, I sort of felt… relieved that she was going to leave me for a second to go grab hers. I should’ve known that something was wrong when she was gone for over 10 minutes, instead I just laughed around with Kelce and the boys and then we heard the scream…”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Oh, please, you’re not blaming yourself for it, are you?”

“I mean, I kinda am,” Topper confessed, “If I wasn’t too caught up in being annoyed that I’d been paired up with her, I’d have just given her my jacket or followed her to your cabin to get hers and none of this would’ve happened,”

Sarah tried putting on her best apologetic smile as she reached for Topper’s hand, taking him by surprise, “Look, Top, I hate Madison just as much as the next person, but I hardly think any of this was your fault. She probably just used the jacket as an excuse to ditch and got excited to see her rookie boyfriend, hence the scream,”

Topper frowned, “Don’t tell me you actually believe all that?”

Sarah shrugged, “I mean, she was a drama queen,”

Topper pulled his hands away from Sarah’s, shaking his head, “Just go, Sarah,”

Sarah looked over towards her friends across the fire pit who were all staring at her in anticipation, as she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed them a, “Sorry, I tried,” making her way back to where they were seated.

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A/N: Camp has finally officially begun and so has the search for truth ~~ As always, let me know what you think, I hope you are enjoying the story so far, I'm super excited to be writing this xxx

tags: @k-k0129 ; @hayleyy-l ; @marvellover04

Part 6 here

[aka-a-shii]

congrats on your milestone ate!!! 😚❤️ i’m so excited for what you’ll come up with for this :’> can i request iwaizumi + prompt #20 + kiss #5?? thank u love u 😚😭

Thank you for participating. Enjoy~

Iwaizumi + prompt #20 (“As if I’m going to let you go that easily”) + kiss #5 (Slow but passionate/full of love)

As If

Iwaizumi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint your eyes for a moment 🤣

warnings: slight cursing

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you groaned as you stood up from your seat and walked towards the door, its not a surprise for you anymore that no one was waiting for you outside, again, today. its been going on for a few months now, you eating alone during lunch most of the time with your boyfriend being busy with his club.

you walked towards the cafeteria when you felt your phone buzzed. It was a text from Iwa.

Hajime<3 : hey princess! have you eaten your lunch yet? sorry i can’t be there and eat with you :( coach said we need to utilize our time for more practice, consuming even our lunch hours again.

you just stared at your phone then shove it back to your pocket not even bothering to send Iwaizumi a reply. its been like this since spring qualifiers are coming, you understand that they need to practicr more, but you also need affection from your boyfriend, even just his presence, just be with him for a minute or two.

The day felt moving slowly as your classes ended. you released a heavy sigh as you fixed your things, ready to go home alone, again. you are already getting used to everything that it seem you’re totally not dating anyone as pf the moment. you love iwaizumi, yes, but its somewhat became tiring. you felt alone even when you’re not literally alone.

you arrived home feeling so frustrated, stomping towards your room and plopped yourself onto your bed staring blankly at the ceiling. your spacing out was interrupted when your phone buzzed indicating for an incoming call, you took your phone and grimaced the moment you saw Iwaizumi’s name on the screen. “fuck you and your volleyball club.” you groaned as you threw your phone on the other side of the bed.

the next morning, you were greeted by his manly face the moment you set foot on the school’s gate. you were shocked to see him there since you know they do morning practice.

“hajime, why are here? and didn’t you have morning practice?”

but there was only silence. he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to only god knows where.

“hey! classes are going to sta-“

“why the fuck are you ignoring me since yesterday y/n?” he cut you off.

you just stared at him.

“answer me!” you flinched at how he raised his voice at you.

“you didn’t reply to my chats or texts! you didn’t even answer my calls nor return them! what is your fucking problem?!” now he was glaring at you, anger boiling within him.

“you.”

“what?”

“i am so fucking tired of your absence hajime! i know your club is important but how about me?! i totally felt so lonely for the past weeks tho i am not alone!” your tears starts welling in your eyes as you blurted out all your pent up feelings

“so are you breaking up with me?” he looked at you, so dejected by his own words.

“if i could, maybe yes.”

his grip on your wrist loosen, and you could see the sadness within his orbs. he was about to say something but you continued talking.

“but i love you and i can’t just give up on you like that. i love you that it hurts, hajime”

his gaze soften upon your words registered in both his mind and heart. instantly, he pulled you close and engulfed you in his warm hug. you didn’t hesitate on reciprocating his gesture as you hugged him back as tight as you could, hoping to ease the longing you felt for him.

“i’m sorry if you felt neglected baby. it wasn’t my intention to let you feel and think that way. i am really sorry.” he buried his head on the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet scent that he missed so much.

“and please, never bring “that” topic up ever again, as if i’m going to let you go that easily, i love you so much that i couldn’t think of myself not being with you. i am really sorry baby, i promise to make it up to you, okay?” a stray tear rolled onto your cheek as he lift your face and kissed it away.

you gave him an assuring nod and slowly tiptoed yourself to capture his lips in a most awaited kiss. as you pulled away, he gently grasp your nape as to kiss you even deeper, it was slow, yet the feelings and emotions he poured in that very kiss was too overwhelming leaving you both breathless.

he rested his forehead against yours, still catching his breath.

“i love you so much, hajime. and you are all worth everything”

“you are more worth fighting princess, i love you too.”

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[atiny-ahgase]

Will You Let Me?

Author’s Note: I’ve been really soft for Yunho recently and this is a result of that. I poured my heart into this one so I hope you enjoy it. - Gabby.

Summary: You’re saved from an altercation with your ex by a friendly bartender. Does he just want to be friends though?

Pairing: Yunho x Female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff

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The blaring ringing of your phone for what felt like the 50th time today makes you groan into your pillow, kicking and screaming like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Now some might ask what’s the big issue here? Someone is just calling you and usually, that would be fine, granted you’re not the most social person in the world but you do receive the typical phone call every now and again. It becomes an issue when you don’t even need to answer the phone or even look at the screen to know who was calling.

It was your stupid ex, you’ve broken things off last week because something just felt off in the relationship. Things were fine in the beginning but as things started to progress you began seeing sides of him that you didn’t like, he kept on saying that he would change and at first you believed him. But after months of being stuck in the same toxic routine, you finally built up the nerve to break up with him. And that decision is what has left you in your current predicament. 

Apparently, he can’t let go. In the spans of one-week, you’ve received hundreds of text messages and calls not only to your cell phone but also your work phone. This is starting to get ridiculous. It’s come to the point where you’ve even changed your number and blocked this number, but he always seems to get in contact with you. You’ve made the mistake of answering one of the calls earlier in the week and it was probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. He just went on and on about how he’s a better person with you and he’s never felt like this before and he needs you in his life. Soon after realizing that his sweet words weren’t affecting you, he went on to threaten you. You’ve filed a report about it but in all honesty, it wasn’t helping much.

The ringing had stopped, and you finally sighed, enjoying the moment of quiet before it rang again. Anger began to run through your veins. “This is beyond ridiculous why can’t he just get the message!” you yelled before grabbing your phone and letting the caller have a piece of your mind. Once you were done with your outburst you laid on your bed, the phone still in hand and pressed up against your ear. “You seem like your stressed,” you hear your best friend’s voice. Oh no, you just cursed out your best friend thinking it was your ex. You whined deeply as you apologized, “I’m so sorry. It goes without saying that I didn’t know it was you”. 

She quickly laughed it off before changing the subject. “Since you’re stressed and I’m the amazing friend that you know I am, get dressed and meet me in the lobby in half an hour,” she basically demands not leaving room for you to decline. She didn’t even tell you where you were going so how are you supposed to know what to wear? You climbed off pf your bed with a groan before walking across your room to your wardrobe. Pulling the double door open you begin to rummage through your belongings. It wasn’t long before your eyes spotted a glimmering silver fabric at the back of your top draw. Taking it out to have a better look, you realize that it’s a skirt. You’ve actually never worn it before, opting to save it for a special occasion.

Blowing that idea off, you throw it in the direction of your bed before looking for a top to match. After about ten minutes you’ve finally made a decision. Your outfit consisted of a black leather cropped jacket with a simple white band t-shirt and the silver sequin skirt. Looking over at your shoes you grabbed your pair of black suede booties and some skin coloured stockings because it’s been getting colder these days. 

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Throwing your jacket over your shoulder, you give yourself one final look over in your full-length mirror before heading to the lobby. You spotted your best friend almost immediately. She wore a pair of fitted black jeans with an off the shoulder top and a pair of high heeled combat boots. “You look so cute!” she exclaims before pulling you into a hug. You smiled fondly before holding her tightly. Once you had broken apart you both began walking to the taxi which was waiting for you both outside. 

Apparently, you were both going to this club that ‘everyone’ has been talking about. So, in conclusion, you’ve been living under a rock cause you’ve never heard of it. It’s also been the talk of the town with all the girls because they have some gorgeous bartenders. You weren’t really in the mood for drinking but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t enjoy yourself. You also weren’t really in the mood to start dating anyone either but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t look at the handsome workers… No harm in that right?

After the taxi pulled up at the place, your friend paid before you both thanked the driver and started making your way to the entrance. It didn’t take too long before you both were let in, almost immediately bumping into drunken sweaty bodies as you tried to get through. To say that the club was packed would be an understatement, beads of sweat already beginning to form at your brow with the immense heat radiating from the dancing bodies around you. A tugging on your arm pulls you from your thoughts as your friend basically drags you to the bar, the force almost slamming you into the counter. Okay, I think someone is a little too excited to start drinking.

You chuckle to yourself, palms resting on the cool surface of the counter as you study the marble pattern decorating its surface. Not realizing that someone had come to take your orders, you trace the surface with your fingertips. A cheerful voice pulling you back to reality. “And what will you be having beautiful?” you hear the bartender ask, your eyes shooting up to be greeted by the richest chocolate orbs that you’ve ever seen. You felt like you could see the galaxy in his eyes, they were soft, sincere, dare you say angelic. The deafening club music vanishing as the only sound you hear is the sweet melody that your heart plays as you get pulled deeper into his eyes.

He laughs, causing his eyes to crinkle. His laughter being the only thing that forces you to tear away from his eyes. Your happy that you did because the girls weren’t lying. He’s gorgeous. He towered over you, standing at maybe 6 feet, his soft cheeks only exaggerate his gentle smile. The white shirt that he wore had the first two buttons undone and the sleeves where rolled up to his forearm allowing you a full view of his veiny arm. “She’ll have what I’m having,” you hear your friend reply. You make the mental note to thank her for that before you lower your head in a futile attempt to hide your blushing cheeks.

“I’m gonna need a form of ID,” he states directing all of his attention to you. With nervous hands, you open your purse retrieving the item in question. You attempt to place it on the counter, not trusting your shaky hands to place the ID into his hands. To your surprise he meets you halfway, engulfing your hands with his, you’ve never considered your hands to be small but the size of his has yours looking like that of a child; almost completely covering yours. Startled by this action you take in a quick breath before moving your eyes to where both of your hands connected. From an outsider’s perspective, this would look like a normal exchange and you try your best to logically tell yourself that that is all it is. But you’re not sure if it’s the rapid heating of your heart or the way his fingertips gently graze your hand as he takes the ID that is clouding your judgement,

He looks the card over before returning it to you, “Thank you y/n”. He smiles. You didn’t know that your name could sound that sweet. You blush while placing your ID back into your purse. You hear your friend attempt to tease you about your earlier behaviour, but her words are unclear as your eyes are fixated with the bartender in front of you, not wanting to miss a single movement. Not the way the veins in his arm protrudes when he grips the bottle, not the way his muscle flexes as he raises his arm to wipe away the perspiration building up on his forehead and certainly not the way the pink tint of his cheeks deepen when he notices you looking at him. He places your drinks on the counter, takes the payment then briefly glances at his watch. You see him whisper something to an adjacent bartender before retreating to the back. Awww is his shift over already?

After finishing your drink, you are dragged to the dance-floor. You both sway to the music for a short while before you excuse yourself to go to the restroom. She offers to go with you, but you convince her that you’ll be fine on your own. You enter the restroom, finish up and attempt to make your way back to your friend’s side when you are pulled rather harshly against an adjacent wall. Your eyes shut momentarily as you finch due to the impact. As you open your eyes a cold chill runs over your entire body. It was your ex. “Good to see you’re doing well y/n”, he begins while looking you up and down with an expression you just can’t place. “I was sure that you were sick seeing as you never pick up my calls or respond to my texts,” he continues on while taking a step towards you. Your body begins to shake, and a look of fear is clearing painted all over your face.

You want to push him off, but you know that he’s too strong, so your mind continues to race with possible ways to escape from this scary and uncomfortable situation. His grip on your forearm has you wincing in pain as you calculate your next move. “Y/n!” you hear a voice over the thumping of the club music and your heart. It wasn’t your friend, it was a male voice, a voice that you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. A voice that calms you down even when you’re in this frightening situation even though you don’t know the name of its owner. You look over your ex’s shoulder to see the bartender from earlier walking towards you. He’s now standing beside you both, his body easily towering over that of your ex’s. His eyes shift down to where your forearm in being held before he makes eye contact with your ex.

“Hey, I’m Yunho,” he states, his voice dropping octaves lower than what you had previously heard, causing him to appear a lot more threatening than before. It was as though all off his boyish charm was gone, the glint in his warm eyes nowhere to be seen. Yunho offers his hand to your ex for a handshake. You feel the grip on your arm begin to loosen as they both shake hands and you take this as your best chance to escape his hold. Yanking your arm out with such a force that causes your body to bounce into Yunho’s, who skilfully stops you from colliding with the floor. His arm drapes over your shoulder protectively as he never takes his eyes off of the man in front of him.

“Did you need something from y/n? Cause we were actually just about to head home,” Yunho says before pulling your body even closer to his. You know that you shouldn’t be so close to a guy that you don’t even know but you would rather take your chance with the bright-eyed giant than your monster of an ex. So, you do the only thing that makes sense to you at that moment, you wrap your arms around his torso placing your cheek on his chest. You feel his body tense momentarily due to your actions before he relaxes under your touch.

“We were having a private discussion,” replies your ex “, so if you don’t mind,” he continues as he stretches his arm towards you. 

He doesn’t reach very far before Yunho has his hand in his grasp. “I do mind. So, could you please keep your hands off my girlfriend,” he responds. Your heart jumped at his words. Girlfriend. You were sure that Yunho could feel your cheek heating up against his chest. You also had no idea that his voice could get that deep. You looked at his hand as he gripped your ex tightly, veins protruding as he asserts his dominance in the situation. He eyed down your ex like he was about to strike at any moment. Realizing that things could end up very bad if this altercation develops any further, you try your best to end it early.

You grip unto the front of Yunho’s shirt tugging at it gently. He looks down at you, eyes softening as they look into yours. “Yunho,” you whine softly but still loud enough to be heard by your ex, “I wanna go home,” you continue while pouting and hopping slightly to feign impatience. He releases his grip on you ex while pushing him back slightly. He uses his newly freed hand to cup your cheek gently, bringing his face closer to yours. You know that this is all just an act but that doesn’t stop your breath from hitching or your heart rate from racing. Yunho looks into your eyes, “Do you have all your things Baby?” he asks. There he goes again with that sweet voice of his. You nod gently completely forgetting that your ex was even there, your only focus was on Yunho. 

He removes his hand from your face while lowering the other to your waist. He glances over at your ex, pure annoyance in his face before speaking, “You two will have to finish your discussion some other time. My Baby is ready to leave.” With that he’s gone, holding you at his side while he shoves your ex out of the way. 

No words are exchanged until you exit the club safely, you both releasing a sigh of relief. “Are you okay?” Yunho asks while using the hand which previously held your waist to caress the area which had been held captive by your ex. You wince, a shock of pain radiating from your forearm. Startled by the sound Yunho pulls his hand away while looking at you, a look of worry on his face. You feel your heart sink due to the loss of contact. In the few moments that you’ve spent together, you’ve already become so comfortable at his side. You didn’t want it to be over yet.

He’s done so much already for a person that he doesn’t even know. No stranger has ever been that kind to you for no reason, they always want something or have some sort of ulterior motive but not him. You could see by his aura, by the look in his eyes, that he acted out of concern and deep down you knew that he would have done the same for someone else. That thought alone makes water start to well up into your eyes. He helped you because you needed it and you are grateful but some tiny sliver in your heart just hoped that that wasn’t the only reason. That there was some level of attraction that he felt for you, a spark in his heart that makes him want to protect you. To hold you. To keep you by his side.

Your tears begin to fall as realization hits you. You like him, a lot, and he doesn’t feel the same way. Your tears don’t reach far before they were being soaked up by the cotton of Yunho’s shirt. You didn’t even realize that he had pulled you into a hug, gently rocking from side to side as one hand rubs soothing circles on your back while the other cradles your head. “You shouldn’t cry over jerks like that,” he speaks almost in a whisper, his voice going back to the sweet tone that you remember from the bar. That’s not why you’re crying.

“You’re way too smart and way too kind and way too pretty to let a guy like that hurt you,” he continues while tightening his hold on you almost like he wanted to keep you close; to protect you. You calm down, you’ve realized that you feel at peace in his arms. His breath tickles you as he nuzzles his face into the neck. “You should only give your time to guys who will protect you,” he speaks into your ear causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. “Guys who will tell you how amazing you are every day, who will hold you in their arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world because you are,” he says gently.

You knew that you both had basically just met and logically there was no way that he could be talking about himself, but you really hoped that he was. Deciding to throw logic out of the window you replied softly,“The only guy I know like that is you.” Your heart raced as you waited for a response, already bracing yourself for the oncoming rejection. You feel his lips twist into a smile on your neck before he pulls you even closer. There is no space left between your bodies and you were definitely not going to complain. The aching in your forearm being drowned out by the singing in your heart.

After a few moments of resting in each other's embrace, he raises his head, pulling back to look you in the eyes. He smiles gently at you making his eyes sparkle brighter than any star you’ve ever seen. “And you’re the only person I’ve ever met that I wanna protect and cherish,” he speaks as he moves his hand to wipe away a stray tear; hand remaining to cup your cheek “, will you let me?” Not trusting your voice, you nod slowly, silently hoping that this is not a dream. His smile widens before you pull you into his arms once more, holding you like you were his entire world.

[cherryhanji]

vivid

oneshot. hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends au, a travel to other universe au (pfft), bit of angst, purely platonic, female reader

words: 2.4k

warning(s): mention of injury and death(not that serious tho), coarse language, italicized words are in present

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The dismal frown never left your face ever since you woke up four hours ago after you accidentally banged your poor head against the cold tile of your bathroom last night. You thought you'll die at that moment because you were unconscious all night (but you were just overreacting because you were here, mentally cursing the poor coffee for being lukewarm)

Your gaze turn to the window displaying the current state of weather outside your home. "What a gloomy day", you thought. You suddenly remembered your "friend". How warm his smiles are, his laugh that is soft to the ears, how he patiently told you that you were his "childhood bestfriend". You wish you were, but in reality, he's only a product of your vivid dream.

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"What a heavy sleeper, tsk." A voice of a guy woke up your senses, but it is utterly impossible that it is your roommate carrying you because he just left yesterday for their three-day retreat in Incheon. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to focus your vision on the guy gently laying you down to what it seems like a comfortable surface, probably not your bed because it's not that comfortable unlike this one. Once you got a good view of the unfamiliar human being beside you, your mind jolted awake and stand up from where you were lying down. The blonde guy frowning at you, as if you were being weird. Well, this whole thing itself is weird. Just who the hell is the guy and what is he doing in your apar—

Wait. This isn't your apartment. Your apartment is quite messy since it's been a week when you last cleaned it. This one is so neat. The wall decals are too— cute, you think. You were not into wall designs and customization after all.

"What the hell." You mumbled, enough for the guy to hear it because of the proximity between you.

"Yeah, what the hell, Y/N. You know, you were the one who told me we're going to watch a movie. I left a while ago to check for the popcorn, I came back when I heard a thud but it's just you, being a sleepyhead as always." He huffed and flicked your forehead making you grunt and swat his hand away.

"You— how do you know my name and how the hell did I end up here?" You blurted out making him stifle a laugh.

"Y/N, you better stop watching dramas from now on. You know what, stop joking a—"

"I'm not joking around." Something about the seriousness in your voice made the boy stop his banters. Confusion started pooling around his eyes as he stare at you. While you remained silent and impatient, impatient to know what kind of fuss is happening to you right now.

"Now, will you tell me who you are and how did you know my name, and how did I end up in here... I assume this is your apartment." He nodded slowly at your assertion. He cleared his throat and shifted on his seat to fully face you, while you move a bit away from him, feeling awkward at the unfamiliarity of the person. He looks harmless, though. The type of guy you want to befriend. His soft features slowly making you relax, as if you've known him for a long time. But you just don't have any clues about him. Everything. You are clueless.

"Uhm, if you're being serious right now... I'm Hyunjin, your neighbor and your childhood bestfriend. We knew each other since we were seven. We attend the same school, we're inseparable as hell and... You end up here because you texted me last night telling me that you want to watch movies. You fell asleep for like an hour ago then we're here." He shrugged while your mouth just stay agaped, completely stupefied at what he just said. You remembered not having a childhood friend since you were seven, because your parents never let you play with your neighbor's children. You don't remember having someone attending the same school as you. You and your roommate attend different schools.

"Are you okay?" You went out of your trance when Hyunjin asked you softly, not wanting to scare you. His warm hazel orbs soothing your confused mind. It's like his soft gaze made you respond. Your response made him keen, he smiled and gesture to you to wait for him as he stand up from his seat and went somewhere.

While he was gone, you got the chance to fully look at his apartment. Your eyes glued to the one picture displayed on the rack beside his tv set. A picture of a younger version of a boy that you assume was him and "you". You were certain it was you. Because the child looks exactly, exactly as you. The way you dressed when you were a kid. The way you put clips on your hair, it's exactly like the kid on the picture. Your appreciation of the room were cut when Hyunjin went back, a box in his hands.

He placed the box in front of you, your brows morphed from calm to knitted, confused why would he bring a box to you.

"This box contains all the shit we did together, in case you forgot. Open them, and see for yourself." You contemplate at first, but the curiosity made you open the box. Lots of papers, lots of sentimental things a person keeps whenever it holds something dear for them. You see an empty packet of candies inside, surprise to see that it's your favorite candy. You huffed softly when you saw a metal spoon from a restaurant, grabbing it hearing a chuckle from him.

"The fork's with you. Remember that? Six years ago, you gave me a dare to take home those utensils from that restaurant? I almost peed on my pants when the waiter looked at my direction while i'm putting those inside my bag. Good thing I already closed my bag. I gave you the fork for a proof, you told me." He rolled his eyes and chuckle as he recall the memory, but you just smiled, weirded out with your other you's antics. You carefully placed the spoon back and grabbed a folded yellow pad paper with lots of scribbles in it.

"Ah, that one. I asked you some answers because I really don't have any fucking idea that we have a long quiz on Mathematics that time. And being the good best friend you are, you gave me your answers. We were almost caught, but I'm good at hiding." He said and winked. You continue inspecting the contents of the box. Everything have different memories held with them. Every memory your other you made with him. At one point, you wished that you lived in this life. You wish you were your other you. You never experience all these things. You were a loner. You barely had friends and one reason is because you just suck at socializing. Your only roommate is who you consider as a good friend. But not as sentimental as Hyunjin.

"A-are we really that close?" You asked and he just nod in response.

"Uh huh. And no one can separate us. Even our parents." He said and emit a hearty chuckle made you did the same.

"S-sorry..." You mumbled, stopping him from his chuckling. He just tsk-ed and ruffled your hair. You just felt sorry for him, you don't know anything about him, personally. You don't even know his family name, only his first name, and the things he told you that you two did together back then. But you like his warm persona, a kind of friend you wish you had.

"Don't be. You didn't do anything— wait, the popcorn! I almost forgot. Why don't I get them first and let's start this movie marathon, hmm?" He stand up and went to the kitchen to get the popcorn. A feeling of contentment bubbled up your chest. Maybe staying here won't hurt, right? The feeling pf warmth, comfort, and having a good friend (take note, a childhood bestfriend) are all here. Even if it's just a dream. A dream that you wish was reality.

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You were calmly watching a movie that Hyunjin picked himself. The feeling of aloofness already gone, comfort and coziness was more patent especially when you let Hyunjin leaned his head on your shoulders. You smiled as you look down at him, your hands unconsciously ruffling his blonde locks emitting a hum of content from him.

"No wonder you're really you." He said, making you retract your hands from his hair and mumbling sorry to him.

"Tsk. Stop saying sorry, will ya?" He chided, grabbing your hand and placed it back on his hair, your fingers spontaneously fiddling with his soft tresses, the feeling was nice, and you don't want to stop. It seems like you were really the one to do it.

"You love ruffling my hair, remember? Especially when I bleached it. You won't stop running your hands on it. You always tell me how badly you want to bleach yours too but your mom won't allow you." He explained and pinched your cheeks. You just gave him a bonafide smile. You never felt so happy before. With the short span of time you had spent with Hyunjin, having a good buddy is so new to your feeling. It's like you can be you in front of him, no pretense, and you're glad that your other "you" has the same characteristics like yours, it feels like this is really your life, your universe where your "childhood best friend", Hyunjin, exists. At some point, you thought to yourself that you don't like to wake up anymore. That you'll stay here forever in this universe, in this dream, with your friend. Basking in the warm fuzzies you felt as Hyunjin embraced you with platonic affection, like a good friend that he is.

"Hyunjin..." You called him softly, his eyes forming crescents when he finally heard you call him with his first name since you woke up from your "weird sleep". He hummed as he straightened his position from leaning his head on your shoulders. You grinned at him and held his hand with yours, his expression is a bit confused yet his smile never left his lips.

"Uh— I... I just wanna say thank you." You felt your cheeks flushed as his warm orbs stare at you.

"For what? For letting you eat all the popcorn and chicken? Oh no, you don't have to thank me, I know how much of a pig you are." He jested but you just laughed it off, realizing that you ate too much of the food he prepared for the both of you.

"Oh- okay! But, no. That's not what I meant. I mean— thank you... For being a good friend to me. T-thank you for staying with me. Thank you for treating me like I am someone special." You felt his hand squeezed yours affectionately, even though in his point of view, you were being weird today.

"You know, with our years of friendship, even if you don't tell it to me that you're thankful, trust me, I can feel it. And I hope you feel it too, that I'm grateful to have you as my best friend, my confidante— and please" he said and frowned, removing his hands from your grasp, your mind confused at his sudden change of actions.

"Can we stop here? I'm not used to you being so sentimental. So dramatic" he scoffed. You just stifled a laugh as you remember him crying at the movie from a while ago. Dramatic and sentimental huh?

"Wait, who's the one crying over a movie?" You taunted hearing him huffed in defense.

"Why? The movie's genre was drama! And it's really heartbreaking! Gosh! You're not watching, no? The movie's so nice an—" he stopped when you suddenly snaked your arms around him, squeezing him.

"Okay okay Hyunjin! Haha! I-I'm the dramatic one okay? Now, let me stay like this hm? I kinda want to squeeze you right now." You said and snuggle yourself in his warmth more, familiarizing yourself with this comfy feeling. He just huffed and played with your hair, making you a bit sleepy.

"Hmp, admit that you just want to hug me, idiot." He remarked but he just let you. The calm beating of his heart, his hands caressing your locks are like a lullaby that is slowly putting you to sleep, and it successfully did. Hyunjin's warmth made you fall into slumber.

___

Your eyes slowly opened, squinting when the strong ray of sunlight passed by your flimsy curtain—

"Thank God you're finally awake, I thought I need to call doctors now." You heard Seungmin's voice from your door. You're back. You're back in your real world. This is the reality where you belong, and at some point, it saddens you. But you need to accept that it was just a dream, a vivid one. A wonderful dream you'll never forget.

"Uh... Y/N? Are you okay?" You jumped when your roommate slowly tapped your shoulder, you just sighed and nodded.

"Hm yeah. Wait- you're supposed to be in Incheon for three days right? Why are you here? It's already done?" He just frowned and shrugged.

"Well, the school cancelled it because of the weather. I went back last night, and I saw you lying on the bathroom floor, you know what, I outright panicked. But you're still breathing and it seems like you fell asleep, so I brought you here." He said and you just nod slowly. Remembering nothing after you slipped, only your dream with your friend.

"Uh, thanks. I slipped and banged my head on the floor. The impact is kinda hard but, I'm okay now." You said and fished for your phone to check the time.

"You sure?" He insisted and you just nod.

"Okay then. Oh— I prepared some breakfast for you. I already ate, I don't want to wake you up so–" he smiled sheepishly making you smile.

"It's okay Seung. Thanks." He just nod and smiled before leaving you alone to prepare.

That short time with Hyunjin was a nice journey. You can still feel the warmth, Hyunjin's hearty smile, his welcoming persona. You wish that in this reality, you'll also meet a person like him. You'll also meet the "Hyunjin" here in your own universe, not only in your dreams.

[nosafeharbour]

The Sorrow of Werlyt thoughts/reactions (5.5)

The way I was worried I’d over-hyped myself on enjoying Werlyt, and then I’ve never enjoyed it more

- I can’t believe I was like “I hope it’s not Zenos, and I feel like it might not be because it’s a red herring, but I’ll be okay with it now :)” and instead the Weapon’s transformation was... becoming a feral Au Ra... it’s orb move was called Auri Arts and it was a big angry lizard TT___TT Which is perfect considering the context I’m just SO OVERWHELMED AND HAPPY

- Seeing people calling it “ifrit” and “dog” in PF is so fucking funny

- GaiusWoL real. my god. these bitches no longer want to murder each other, good for them, good for them

- Gaius smiled at least FOUR TIMES in this patch, I never thought I’d see the day

- Valdeaulin and Severa wahhhh I’m so glad they got such happy and well rounded endings? And I was so happy I almost cried again that they’re sticking with Gaius. Go Team Shadowhunter!!

- I’m so glad they finally dwelled on Gaius’s involvement in conquering Ala Mhigo and Werlyt, I was happy to see M’naago so uncomfortable/angry, and the Werlyt Revolutionaries’ “well, he did a good job of conquering it the first time, I’m sure he can do it a second” was pretty funny

- I got misty eyed at a few occasions (hearing the new Ultima remix when stood on the Cloud Deck, when Valdeaulin kind of made fun of Gaius’s attempt to speak to the kids) but I really did just full on cry when we saw the memories at the end... seeing Gaius in his armour with the orphans alone got me, but Nero, Rhitahtyn, and Livia unleashed the waterworks LMAO god... in this house we adore the XIVth Legion

- So uh were Avilina and Milisandia meant to come off as? In love? The lizards are gay, right?

- I really liked the hook of the memorial last patch because of how much I’ve thought about my WoL’s relationship with being Raen/a victim of the Empire/attached to a seaside town like Terncliff, so that was a nice payoff. I like where they put it, I’ll definitely visit it! I think Albi’s dad’s name is there, maybe

- I’ll visit in general just because :) oh my god I’m so happy that Gaius (and everyone else) are still in Terncliff afterwards. I get to keep them there either forever, or until 6.0? We out here WINNING

- [clenches fist] I was already going to enjoy Gaius + Garleans + FFVII Weapons but I’m never gonna stop being emotional that they gave me the Raen content I’d only ever dreamed of. It feels so personal and special to me because of that... I’m so happy to be a Raen player who is this invested in Raen

- When they all first started talking about settling down in Werlyt I was so scared they were writing them out of the story entirely, but Gaius/Severa/Valdeaulin’s very “until we see each other again, which we will” send offs felt very hopeful that they’ll be relevant again in the future

- I hope they don’t forget that Gaius’s whole “local man too angry to die” thing was because he wanted to hunt Ascians and help Garlemald, right when we’re going into hunting Ascians and helping Garlemald expansion LMAO I guess I could live with him also picking up on the theme of letting go of revenge and working towards a brighter future, but please let him be relevant in Endwalker

- The whole scene with Gaius and Valens... god... GOD...

- It was all so anime to a degree that I know people will be mad about, but fortunately I am a massive cringe anime fan and I found it all so genuinely fantastic

- ESPECIALLY THE PART WHERE GAIUS NAMED HIS NEW TERMINUS EST AND YELLED IT’S NAME

- Crocea Mors is the name of Caesar’s sword... you know... Gaius Julius Caesar... Having a reference be that blunt should be cringe but actually it’s iconic

- I was torn between wanting Gaius to kill Valens and letting one of the Raen kids do it, but the latter felt too cruel? Turns out I got best of both worlds. Gaius got his moment and then Alfonse crushing him and literally throwing his dead body was great

- I’m sad that Alfonse ultimately perished but having him actually be the Diamond Weapon was so neat... the way they did it was really scary and sad and moving

- Seeing Gaius’s face go through all five stages of grief at once when he goes to put Alfonse out of his misery :)

- I can’t believe we got to see Gaius show so many emotions. Oh my godddgdhddghh

- I even really liked Cid’s ending. I always wanted him to show more anger at Gaius than he did, like everyone, but seeing him admit that it would serve no purpose and letting it go kind of suits him so well. Cid is the most kindhearted character in this whole game

- His very determined >:) it’s the G-SAVIOR now instead of the G-Warrior because we’re not here to kill, we’re here to rescue!! Very cute, I love him, what a sap

I’ve looked at this image for 5 hours now

We got the Werlyt good ending, we did it lads

It ended on such a genuinely wonderful and moving note, and I didn’t even have to say goodbye to anyone. I am going to spend the rest of my life in Terncliff. I’m gonna hold Gaius’s HAND

The only nitpick I have for the whole patch is that we got Gaius piloting again (his dry remarks about having not piloted an Allagan war machine in a while made me laugh) but we didn’t even get a cool cockpit shot of him. It’s okay I’ll live

[beastkachu]

A Christmas Tale Starring: Nothing!

It was the holidays! Christmas was soon to come barreling right around the corner. As per tradition, a story was in order! Something to capture the true spirit of the season! Something deep, heartfelt; a tale to deliver warmth in the most frigid time of the year. The only problem: He had nothing!! Absolutely no idea where he was going to take the story! The countdown for the seasonal get-together ticked down faster and faster, as if to mock him. If Matt was going to put a meaningful bow on the festivities, he had to manage his way through the Christmas Crunch. But how?

 How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

 Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

 More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

 “Good morning, Kami-sama!” Junpei barged in, turning Matt’s mood even worse.

Matt groaned. “No time, Junpei! I need to get inspiration!”

“Stuck in the muck again?”

“Christmas is almost here! It’s a good thing I planned days ahead. Otherwise-“

“Otherwise this calendar would be super horrifying!” Junpei held up a calendar… 12/24 was circled in purple.

“IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE!”

“Did my purple-y hat not tip you off, Kami-sama? I love the holidays!”

“How did I let it get so bad?!”

“You’re lazy remember?”

“… … Get outta the way. I gotta find something to get the eggnog churning!”

Junpei followed Matt out of his room. “Where is it hiding?”

“In the living room!” The two set off at once.

 How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

 Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

 More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

 Down the stairs Matt flew, faster than he ever seen himself. There had to be inspiration around here somewhere! Duke heard his master and best friend walk into the living room and jumped up to meet him.

 “Hey there, Dukey-duke!” Matt patted and scritched Duke, causing him to whine and rub against his legs. The fluffy long-haired german shepherd always had a thing for rubbing against Matt’s legs. It was like a cat, but heavier. The tail whips were unpleasant, but ignored. A large lion, inversely named Tiger, with a mane like burning rubies lay near the fireplace. With him, a small girl in a silver and white jacket, black pants, and thin brown boots nestled against Tiger’s mane. Duke hopped back into the living room, paws thumping around his best friend. With her was Finnick, a farofin. His black bandana that sported a cyan lightning bolt streaking diagonally right to left, ending at the front edge of the fabric, was replaced with a red and green one. He was taking a nap in the soft red hair, big ears twitching in his dream.

 “Hey, Knife!” Matt greeted. Junpei waved his long purple Ugly Christmas sweater sleeve.

She lifted her head a bit and said, “Good morning!” Lion lifted his head for a quick pat and brush of his mane, purring lowly.

“Are you writing still?” Knife asked.

“Just figured I get some ideas before I go,” Matt answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Junpei said you’re probably not getting it done.”

Matt looked at Junpei. Junpei avoided his glance and studied the mid-size Christmas tree. It glistened with silver and red tinsel, ornaments, all topped with a gold and white Starby at the top. Lights of red, blue, green, and yellow blinked on and off in soft timing. Truly a beautiful sight, and a wonderful addition to the holiday celebration.

“You should write about the tree!” Knife suggested.

Matt chuckled. “A tree that dreamed to be well dressed?”

“Yeah!”

“That would be lovely. I just might.” Could he spare an entire story to a single tree? He wasn’t sure anybody would find it an interesting story. Plus, it confined him to nature imagery for the most part. Perhaps adding the smell of pine mixing with warm baked cookies would add more of a home element to it? No, the idea perished under further scrutiny. However, Matt had an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, awful idea. Cookies were being made in the kitchen. Under the guise of needing a job in creativity, he could make off with a couple. Bidding Knife, Duke, and Tiger bye, he went off to execute his plan.

  How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

 Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

 More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

 Matt and Junpei found Efpy and Parfait au Lait at work making cookies, the perfect treat for the best holiday. Dumpling, a white and black cat, watched them, tail occasionally flitting behind her. Dumpling enjoyed the attention she was receiving from Sword, the black-haired older sister of Knife, found herself in a red sweater with black leggings and matching brown boots, like her younger sibling. Beastakyu, a taller, red and black farofin, was, of course, enlisted to help. Not being the best artist, he was happy to receive backup.

 “Hey, guys!” Matt waved as he entered. “Woah, those look nice!” There were sugar cookies, freshly baked in rows of sheets. Efpy’s white hair bobbed as she sang a tune, helping the blonde purveyor of puddies decorate the shapes. Trees were crafted from red and green frosting while blue and white were used for snowy backgrounds. Parfait even made Farofin shaped cookies and colored them in with yellow and dark purple for black. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making the best snacks. Anything Matt tried either burned or is mutated into a torturous life.

“Merry Christmas, Matt!” Efpy said over her shoulder.

“Merred Crambles, Dumpling!” Junpei said to his long-time pet. She answered with a meow.

“We should be almost done,” Parfait added. “Then Poker Face can have one!”

“Why, where is he?”

“Out of the kitchen,” Sword answered. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, guard duty, huh?” Matt asked, amused.

“Protection is why I was created. No one gets past.”

“Not even me?”

“Sorry, Matt,” Efpy said. “Everyone should try it together. It’d welcome in the festivities, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t argue with that,” Beasty said, scarlet eyes studying his next delicious canvas. “I tried.”

“True, true.”

“That goes double for you, Junpei,” Sword said. Junpei gave her a look, without opening his eyes, as if he was wrongfully accused. Both shot down immediately. Matt couldn’t risk a sneak move with Sword there. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He regretted having set his mind to it. He’d have to wait, which isn’t the best advice to receive when he so desperately needed an idea. Any idea to make his story. If he kept going at this rate, he would have absolutely nothing. As he exited with Junpei, a familiar masked figure made is existence known… kind of. Poker Face peeked around the corner, wearing a “Jingle Balls” jacket, the only festive thing he probably had.

“Did you score any cookies?” PF whispered.

“No,” Matt answered. “Why?”

“C’mon man, I need it. It’s the only thing that raccoon hasn’t taken from me, with its tiny sock hat…”

“I can’t help you, man.”

“Dude please, I’ll suck your bah humbugs!”

Junpei flapped his sleeves. “No, PF! This is a Christian server holiday!”

“As if he isn’t a fan of yellow snow.”

“Ok, you’re wrong, goodbye.” Matt couldn’t think inside the house. It was cold, but if the answer would come after a walk in the snow, so be it. The more he wasted time with PF, the less work he would get done. Inspiration had to be somewhere. He needed it now.

 How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

 Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

 More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

“Where are you going, Kami-sama?” Junpei asked, concerned.

“Out in the cold. It’s stuffy in here, and I need a change of pace.”

“But you have a love-hate relationship with the outdoors!”

“Better than staying in here and waiting for the inevitable.” Clad in a heavy red jacket, Matt set off alone into the snow. Every foot crunch was supposed to be a step in the right direction. Every falling flake brushes another coat of vibrant paint into the puzzle words made. Right now, he wasn’t feeling anything. The brisk beats of frosty wind, but nothing else. Matt took his phone from his pocket and held the home button.

“Hey, F.A.T.E.,” Matt began, summoning a teal-haired young woman that served as A.I. “How cold is it out here?” She was dressed in a Santa outfit that matched the color of her hair, head sock and all, trimmed with white fluff, ready to rock the holidays.

“Calculating…” F.A.T.E. answered. “It is testicle-freezing cold out here, man.”

“Ah.” Was Matt’s response. He didn’t realize until it, but it was, in fact, that cold. His mind screamed for him to stop his current action and focus elsewhere. Preferably somewhere warm. He took a look back at the Winter Hideout, as he liked to call it. It was a house, wide with two stories. Light hugged the roof, edged around the corners and down by the window frames. Snow-Poker-Faces were out in the front. One of them was smoking, because the heat would destroy it, and PF had a weird sense of dark humor. Matt could see curling ropes of smoke exit the chimney. Red, blue, green, yellow, orange, back to red. His eyes were lost in the beautiful sequence of lights. It made him forget about his outside warmth and focus within. Surrounded by all of this supposed Christmas, and none of it jogged any idea forward. There was nothing to write about that didn’t seem cliché, plowed down by prose, or just plain flat on its own. What could he do? Time counted down no matter what he did. Maybe, came a small voice from inside his mind, maybe it doesn’t have to be grandiose or filled with countless pages. Perhaps what was missing all along was the beauty, the liberty of simplicity. All these things, the fire, the cookies, the lights, the companionship and family, all these things are fantastic and deserving to be there, but without Hope, the greatest Hope, born in a manger on that day we know as Christmas, well, there’d be no reason to hope in anything else on that list. He got it. Matt got it at last. As for as he was concerned,

  He knew how to condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds and

Every shining winter light

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight.

 Yes, tinsel coiled verdant trees

Presents packed along its feet.

Family smiles glow so bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight.

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Agreed, words reach far in heart.

 But more than these, share the hope

In words that tell a Savior’s birth.

Time does tick, and

Might sink quickly…

This is the Spirit:

Love wasn’t finicky.

  Wait. He had to write that down! Before it melted away and was gone forever! Matt bolted back to the house and threw off his jacket, draping Junpei in it. He gave PF’s position with noise as he fled the kitchen and startled Duke by rounding up the stairs with booming footfalls. He fell into his chair with a creak. Thank God the story he was about to write was still freshly loaded into his mind! Now all of his searching, whining, complaining, and finally, his epiphany, would all serve to create a finished product! He couldn’t wait to share this with his family and friends beyond the Spire! Matt threw open the Documents page and…

“This computer has updates that require-“

 Matt opened his bedroom window and tossed the laptop into the powdery cold below.

[firefistnoct]

The Last Guardian [FFXV X OC]

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Tagging: @blind-bae @themissimmortal @amicitonia @nifwrites @fortheloveofeos @outofmychair

Chapter 3

A small breeze blew through the large garden outside of the Citadel, the roses had bloomed beautifully as their vibrant red caught the eye of Lunafreya who had been roaming the garden. Memories that Noctis had wrote to her about Levi and his mischievous moments as children, hiding away from King Regis and their teachers. An image of a young Noctis appeared into her mind as she glanced around the beautiful greenery, his large smile spreading across his cheeks as Levi hung from the tree branch seeming almost fearless as she hung by just one arm from a tall branch. ​

​Luna smiled fondly as she caught a figure in the corner of her eye, the ebony haired woman stood not far from her standing just beneath the wild branches of the tall tree that stood proudly. Levi took her hand up and down the base of the tree before turning to Luna with furrowed eyebrows.

​“Everything okay?” She asked, turning to her friend while giving her a worried expression. Luna smiled gently, glancing down to her feet before nodding to Levi. Her eyes caught the sight of the maroon haired chancellor standing at the top of the steps watching their interaction, closely. The guardian followed her gaze only to find no one there before turning back to Luna. Worry began to flood Levi’s mind as she approached the Oracle.

​“What will happen once the treaty is signed?” Luna asked Levi as she approached her, her ebony waves joining the breeze softly as her green eyes shimmered in the sunlight. A sigh left the guardian’s lips as well as a simple shrug of the shoulders, Levi’s eyes catching sight of the sunset.

​“I don’t know..” She murmured to the Oracle who stared at her dear friend, just like before, she had seen more of the change in Levi. Her once wild green eyes were now a deep emerald shade that held fierceness behind them, her ebony hair now seemed to flow in waves down to the bottom of her spine, her presence had become so powerful it almost took Luna’s breath away at times, and her body that was once skinny and almost seeming fragile was now lean and muscular, muscles rippling at the simplest movements. “but, I have a terrible feeling. I’m thankful Noctis isn’t here for this.” Those words seemed to stun the oracle seeing that Noctis and Levi were always locked hip to hip in their younger days even now according to what the prince would write to his bride to be. Levi seemed to notice Luna’s shocked expression as she placed a gentle hand upon the blonde’s shoulder, smiling almost weakly.

​“No worries, Luna. We will be with them soon.” Luna seen the worry in the guardian’s eyes causing her stomach to bubble with worry as the two looked off at the thought of the prince. What seemed seconds later, Arabella rushed outside into the garden with a frantic expression as she ran to Levi.

​“Levi!” She shouted causing the guardian to turn quickly catching the young maid in her arms, trying to calm her. “Levi! Y-Y..”

​“Arabella, please calm down.” Levi proclaims gently, watching the girl’s expression who had a grip on Levi that forced the guardian to worry.

​“T-The gl-glaive you’ve been in search of! She’s back!” Levi’s eyes widen at the words that left Arabella’s lips a smile spreading across her face only to see the tears swelling within the maid’s eyes. “She’s dead.” Levi turned to Luna who sensed the change in Levi’s attitude as her hands released Arabella before turning into fists.

​“Luna, I must go. I will see you tonight.” Levi nodded to the oracle before brushing passed both girls, hurriedly making her way to headquarters.

​Levi sprinted through the halls of the glaive headquarters making her way to the medical examination area, a nurse stood at the back entrance to the room where laid Crowe stopping Levi with a hand out before glancing at the coat around Levi’s shoulders. The crownsguard emblem placed on her bicep caught the nurse’s eye before nodding her into the room where the guardian heard the clatter of Libertus’s crutches, his figure came into her line of vision as she rushed to his limping form only to catch him. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she placed more of his weight on her allowing him to not put any pressure onto his already wounded foot. She looked down at the body lying deathly still on the table, her eyes scanning Crowe’s face as Libertus stroked her forehead gently, soft sniffling echoed through the room causing the nurses and doctor to stand awkwardly shuffling. Anger swept through the Guardian causing her to look over her shoulder to the medical team.

​“Leave us.” She growled out, her eyes flickering slightly as they stood there looking from her to each other. “NOW!” She shouted causing them jump and rush out of the medical examination room as tears began to fall from Libertus’s eyes forcing Levi to hold him tightly trying to sooth him but, how could she? He just lost the love of his life. Nyx stood in the door way watching as the guardian held the quite larger man in her grip allowing him to grieve, confusion wavering through his mind. Why the hell would someone of such high rank care so much about the glaives.

​Levi stood across the area within headquarters where the glaives practice warping, her eyes staring across to the two figures sitting on the edge before they darted over to Drautos’s figure catching sight of the box which he handed over to Nyx. Words were exchanged but Levi didn’t seem to care about them, her focus was on the large built figure belonging to Titus Drautos. Before he walked away from the two glaives, he caught the eyes of Leviathan, anger present in her eyes as he sighed knowing one thing was for sure. She knew. Her eyes flickered with anger and fire as she stood leaning against a column before disappearing her eyes not leaving his until her back was turned, her presence had done the same to him as it had done to Luna. It took his breath away, but only he felt burning in his firm chest which caused him to linger his hand over the area where the burning had been.

Inside the citadel, it was as busy as ever reminding Levi of the night of Noct’s sixteenth birthday or any of his birthdays for that matter. Servants rushing around like busy bees, security on high alert glaives stationed at the king and guardian’s door. Silence could be heard from the large doors of Leviathan’s room as the hairstylist, known as Nala, was busy with the ebony locks belonging to the guardian who rested her face upon her hand, eyes shut her breathing was even making the stylist know she was in fact sleeping. Nala didn’t mind this, she only worried for the young lady. The doors flew open as Arabella entered the large room forcing emerald orbs to open and glance in her direction, the anger was still present in Levi’s eyes making her dear friend to worry more.

​“Did you get them?” Levi grumbled as Nala chuckles softly at Levi’s grumpy half-asleep state. Arabella nodded, handing a file to Levi forcing her to stretch from her comfortable spot in the chair. “Any problem getting this?” She inquired taking the file from the frail hands of the maid.

​“No ma’am. Questioned yes, but no problems retrieving the file.” The maid retorted as she poured a cup of tea for the ebony haired girl behind her who hummed in response. “I told them it was a matter of the crownsguard, nothing else was spoken.”

“Of course not.” Nala stated as she smirked over to Arabella who handed Levi her cup who took it thankfully, eyes scanning over the information. “Mention anything to do with the king and everyone shuts up.” Levi chuckled softly at the statement of the hairdresser. “Especially if Levi is involved.”

“The Altor’s have always been infamous for their research, everyone knows that.” Arabella states as she begins to apply makeup to Leviathan’s olive-toned complexion. Levi looked up at her trying to pull away only to be wacked in the head by Nala.

“Please Levi, don’t be a pain in the ass tonight.” Nala grumbled making the younger maid laugh as the guardian huffed in annoyance. “You know this is important.”

“Yeah..” Of course it was important, but if Levi hated something it had to be makeup.

Time passed after another few whacks from Nala and multiple howls pf pain from Levi, she was now ready. Standing tall and lean in the mirror, Levi’s body was framed by a beautiful long sleeved black and nude dress that nipped at her waist line. She couldn’t even recognize herself anymore but that’s how she felt every time she had to dress like this. Her mind wondered to the prince, hoping and praying to the six that he and the others were safe. The feeling that she had deep within her chest ached and pounded like a blister upon the limb that couldn’t seem to heal, no one could settle this feeling. The two women stood behind her as she looked at her appearance, knowing exactly how she felt. A knock echoed through the room forcing the guardian’s gaze to snap in the noises direction, King Regis’s figure entered the room with a large smile at the young ebony haired beauty.

​“My Levi.” He gushed as she bowed in respect to him only for him to hold his hand out for her to cease. “You look so beautiful. Your parents would be so proud.” A deep pink hue painted Levi’s cheeks as he chuckled at her sudden shyness. “Thank you, Ladies. You’ve done a splendid job once again.” He smiled to the two women who bowed to him. “I do apologize, Levi. I wish it would be Noctis escorting you tonight, but instead you get the old fart of a king.” This caused the guardian to laugh, trying to hide large smile.

​“Old fart sir? I beg to differ.” She exclaimed as she calmed herself down to a chuckle as the king held out his arm for her to take, Noctis took after his father in many ways even though he was too stubborn to admit it. He took his looks after him and other things such as his humor. Oh, how she missed that sleepy duck butt looking head, and their many naps on the floor of her room after classes.

The celebration seemed to be smooth sailing so far as King Regis walked around with Levi on his arm, allowing him to lean into her when he became the slightest bit tired making him smile gratefully to the young guardian. Finally standing in one spot near the railing on top of the Hotel roof, fireworks boomed loudly in the sky as Levi dismissed herself so she could find her a glass of the sparkling champagne to try and relieve the tight feeling in her chest.

​“Ahh, Ms. Altor, it is a pleasure to see you again.” A smooth deep voice chimed into her sensitive ears forcing her to push back a physical shiver that wanted to rocket through her skeleton. Turning softly on her heels, Levi smiled forcefully at the burgundy haired chancellor who smirked at her eyes scrapping over her figure.

​“Hello Chancellor, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” She stated biting the inside of her cheek from lashing out at the bastard.

​“Oh that I am, especially looking over this view of the beautiful Insomnia.” The man offered her a glass of champagne his smirk forcing her eyes to flash. “Might I say, you look quite beautiful tonight Leviathan.” He stated taking a sip of his champagne as Levi took his offered glass of the gold liquid. “You were named after one of the astrals and goddess of the seas.” Brushing a piece of her hair out of her face, Levi caught sight of the emperor making his way up the steps towards King Regis. Her heart pounded in her chest, amazed that the maroon haired chancellor couldn’t hear the organ. “No wonder.” He chuckled. “Just as beautiful yet lethal as the goddess herself.” This caused Levi to glare in his direction before smiling softly.

​“Well I wouldn’t say lethal.” She giggled that seemed so foreign due to the fakeness behind it, before she nodded her head in respect to the man. “I’m sorry to rush off but if you would excuse me.” He nodded allowing the ebony haired beauty to turn away tracking her way back to the King. Smiling gently, she slipped her arm through Regis’s. Seeing his saving grace he smiled gently towards her before returning to their conversation.

​“You have ventured far to grace us with your presence.” Regis said softly as he felt Levi’s grip tighten on his bicep making him aware of her uneasiness towards the Emperor whose eyes wondered over to Levi. His eyes racked over her, a smile gracing his face.

​“It was the least I could do.” He smirked at the two as he widened his wingspan. “Tomorrow will be a historic day for both of our nations. And your Insomnia is truly a marvel.” The old grayed man states as his gestured to the city behind him as fireworks lit the sky, the light flashing across their faces. “My own cities pale in comparison. I pray we are able to take away much from this visit.” The Emperor smirked to the two as he nods to Levi who does the same in return. Her eyes flickering with their deep violet shade making him know that she was indeed wary of his presence. “The Guardian. I thought your kind to be a legend.”

​“I’m sorry to say that we are indeed not a legend sir.” She mimicked his wicked smirk. “I hope the stories you have heard have not frightened your men.”

​“Why would they?” He retorted with a snort. “I tend to think of women are fragile, so easily broken and weak.”

​“I can personally tell you that you’re thinking is wrong.” She chuckled softly almost sickly as Regis could tell her anger was boiling by this point. “I fear that you are mistaken, Sir. If I had been weak or as easily broken as you think women to be, then I wouldn’t be here.” She smiled wickedly forcing the man to swallow his works, gulping back his reply before excusing himself. Regis’s body shook softly as he tried to stifle back a chuckle, it never ceased to amaze him how Levi could very easily talk the skin off a cat and shut someone up. She was just like her father in that department, and also the emerald eyes.

​“What?”

​“You remind me of your father, darling.” He chuckles causing her to smile widely at him before joining him in laughter. Diplomats seemed to swarm Leviathan and the king, forcing Levi to become uncomfortable due to their talk of business almost feeling as if they were sucking the air out of her lungs. Glancing around Levi found her eyes landing on two familiar figures causing the smile on her face to become bigger as the sight of Luna and Nyx speaking caused her lungs to feel like they could begin working again. Regis noticed this and nudged her gently causing her attention to waver over to him, her eyes meetings his greens ones before he gave her a simple nod of approval for her escape.

​With that, Levi excused herself making her way over to the two of them catching them deeply in conversation forcing Levi to slow her speed listening their voices.

​“-I should like to offer my thanks in person.” Lunafreya stated as Levi approached. “Where might I find this brave soldier?” The expression on Nyx’s face said it all, the hurt and grieve could be seen in his eyes as his jaw tightened before trying to muster the strength to answer as Luna stared up at the tall man only for him to shake his head. “O-Oh. O-Oh I did not—I am so sorry.” She apologized quickly.

​“Don’t be.” He dug around in his pocket before handing the blonde princess a hair pin. The one Crowe had planned to give her. “Here. She was carrying this. It was meant for you.” Luna stared, stunned.

​“For me?”

​“Keep it, she would’ve wanted you to have it.”

​“I will carry it with me always. Thank you.” Levi took this as her cue, making her way up to the two of them placing a gentle hand on Luna’s shoulder.

​“I apologize for interrupting.” The ebony haired girl smiled weakly as Luna took Levi in a hug, gripping her tightly in fear of loosing her dear friend. Nyx stared at the two, almost in envy before turning away as they pulled apart. “Ulric, I see you are on duty.”

​“Yes Ma’am.” He answered curtly as Levi raised an eyebrow. “You look beautiful tonight, ma’am.”

​“Thank you, Nyx.” She blushed making Luna stare at the two. “I hope I haven’t caused you trouble within the glaive.”

​“None at all.”

​“Good.” She smiles to him. “Your captain might’ve got another ear full, he might still if he doesn’t stop staring.” This causing the blonde to giggle, nudging the ebony haired girl in attempt to calm her. Levi glances over her shoulder to the king finding him swarmed forcing a sigh from her lips, Nyx glanced towards the guardian catching sight of exactly what she spoke of. Over her right shoulder stood the captain in the far corner, staring intently at her lean figure his stare almost seemed angry. Luna followed Levi’s line of vision to king Regis sighing as well.

​“I’m guessing that happens quite often.” She states almost askingly making Levi nod.

​“Yes, and I must save him, so if would excuse me.” She chuckles nodding to the two of them. “Oh, and Ulric.” Nyx tore his attention away from the captain to Levi. “Watch over Luna for me.” She states softly, smiling towards him before she turns away making her way towards the king. Nyx watched in amazement as she parted the crowed causing some to scatter as she took his arm gently escorting away to get a drink.

​“Always thinking of others.” Luna chuckles softly, smiling fondly towards the ebony haired beauty who laughed along side of the king. “No one will ever be able to replace her.”

[dc-x-readers]

Smiley (Raven x Reader)

Request: Hi I'd like to request a Raven imagine please. The reader trying to become friends with her always acting in a funny way to cheer her up. Later on Raven witnessing that it's just a front the reader puts on in order to not worry the Titans. Fluff please? :)

My First Request, I hope I did what you wanted!

"Here's the plan, Beast Boy and Cyborg go in first as a distraction, Starfire provide aerial. Raven and Smiley you two need to sneak in around back with me. I am going to disable the gun, but I will need you two to deflect the shots while I'm doing it." Robin said his voice thick with authority  even in the dire situation you couldn't help but grin at Robin's nickname for you, Smiley. It fit.

Everyone nodded at once, the plan was solid, as were all of Robin's plans. A series of movie parts that worked together in harmony. In other words, the Teen Titans. Beast Boy and Cyborg glanced at each other in a silent competition before the green skinned boy shifted into an elephant and began to charge, Cyborg not far behind yelling at battle cry. Starfire noticed the noise and quickly joined in, taking off into flight, her fists glowing green with starbolts. The remainder of your team did not stay to watch the mayhem, but you did take a moment to roll your eyes at your teammates recklessness. This was your life, your team, your family. You wouldn't have it any other way, expect for the ice cold fear that would trickle down your spine before a fight. You were different from the others, you didn't rush into battle whole heartedly like Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Star. Neither did you approach it in a calm calculated manor like Robin and Raven. Instead you froze before a fight steeling yourself for what was to come. But  you fought with your family, because they needed you. They needed you in battle just as much as they need you at home. You are the glue which holds the Titans together and honestly it was exhausting. Being at home was easy, partly because of your abilities, you are an empath, able to feel the emotions of others. You were always there when someone felt down in the tower, and you could feel them lighten with happiness. For Starfire, the mall is the best place to go, you take her shopping and teach her of Earth Culture. She loves to feel apart of your world, but sometimes she misses her home, and the two pf you spend hours talking of her planet. Or with Beast Boy who is as easy to cheer up as a puppy, simply making him a smiley face pancake satisfies. With Cyborg it is a little harder to cheer up, but you have found the football and a long rant session is the best remedy. For Robin you spar, let him take out all of his pent up rage on you before he is ready to talk. Raven is the hardest, she is so guarded, that you simply give her a cup of warm tea and sit near her, not prying, bur showing she's not alone. But every gift has a curse, your manifests itself while in a fight you can feel your enemies anguish, and it hurts more than any physical blow. Sometimes you want to fall down and cry in the middle of a battle, but know it would only risk those you love. Raven and you flanked the giant gun as Robin started to disable it. The battle was especially hard because everyone was an innocent under mind control. When they awoke there fear and confusion flooded trough you in hard waves. "How we looking?" Robin yelled to the two of you as a mind controlled zombie flew to the ground next to him. "Really good. We look like we aren't even trying. Or like we are and it's just effortless." You answered with your trade mark smile. You could hear soft laughter over comms and knew you did your job. The fight went smoothly, because it always did with Robin as the leader. Your powers acted up only a few times. You were so relieved when the last mind controlled citizens dropped to the ground you almost started to sing. Beast Boy ran up to you, post-fight exhilaration in his eyes and his smile. "We won!" The green skinned boy whooped. You too let out a whoop in happiness at the news. You were ready to get back home. "Who volunteers to carry the most beautiful dashing girl all the way home?" You asked in a joking tone. Only you and Robin were unable to fly so the rest of the team had to take turns carrying the two of you. "I'll do it." Raven sighed, finally pulling back her deep purple hood, letting her hair fall free. "Oh silly," you started in a sickly sweet tone, "you can't carry yourself home." Raven didn't seem affected by your words, but you could feel the barest flutter of warmth in her emotions. The happiness you gave Raven made you smile. Raven held out her arms for you, waiting for you to crawl into her in an embrace. You loved it when Raven flew you around, because she would hug you close, and her sent of old books and vanilla candle overwhelmed you senses in the best way possible. Raven mumbled her incantation into your hair, and suddenly you were surrounded by an inky black orb. You closed you eyes, not that it had much effect, as the outside seemed just as dark as your mind in the moment. The Tower was silent, when the two of you arrived. It probably meant the others went out for pizza, and you couldn't be happier in that moment. You needed some time alone. "I'm going to take a nap." You explained to Raven, awkwardly pointing behind you towards your room. You could still feel the hurt confusion of the brain washed victims with through your powers and you needed a good cry. Your hand shook and there was a slight tremble in your voice. You hoped Raven didn't notice. She did, of course she did. Raven grabbed you arm gently before you could make a break for it. Violet eyes bore into your own, "Y/N are you alright?" Her caring tone is what got to you, and you let the tears fall, "I was never supposed to be a warrior. I can't keep doing this. Feeling the villain's pain and fighting anyway. It hurts so much." "What?" Raven asked not understanding your outburst, but you didn't stop. "I am nothing like the rest of you. You are all so strong and good at fighting, and I'm worried one day I am going to end up hurting you all. I am just a human girl who can feel emotions, I am not enhanced with machines or and alien or even trained by one of the most powerful men in the world. I am just me. I am just so tired." You finished. Tears streaming down your cheeks you couldn't even see Raven who still held you arm. Raven didn't say anything for a minute, just pulled you into a tight hug. You sighed into the embrace feeling a bit better. "You know, you don't need to fight to be a part of our team, our family." Raven said, her voice soft in your hair. You sniffed, tears still in your eyes, "I want to help." "And you do help. Every day. Honestly I don't think we would function without you." Raven kissed the top of you head before leading you to your bed. She tucked you in gently, brushing the hair out of your face as you lay silent, "sleep for now. We will talk about it later." It wasn't what you were expecting, but it was a start.

[ichoiheedong]

My Bridge {bts Yoongi}  END

BTS YOONGI X Nayoon

   Yoongi ft . Jimin

Genre : Romance/ angst/ smut

summary: yoongi was sick , sick of losing what he was him , he lived away in the corner but never in peace, he suffered until someone made a bridge for him to come to lights again …..

masterlist

prologue

part1

part2

part 3

part4

part5   part6 part7 

"you  didn't live the house since two weeks noona"jungkook said coming towards me , i was laying on my bed looking to the other side ,jungkook came closer holding my head so i could place it on his lap

"tell me what did happen how could yoongi hyung let you go easily ?"

"my work there was over so he let me i said trying not to cry "

"but yoongi hyung didn't even go out or meet us did he totally recover ? jungkook asked he was confused as i was in a bad and sad mood all the day so for sure yoongi was behind this

"don't worry kookie i'm fine i just want to sleep a lot before going back to the clinic  

but you were planning to travel to amercia didn't you dream to continue your study there ? the handsome boy let out as his hand massaged my head

i didn't reply ,what he said really ached my heart because i wanted that so bad but not when jimin broke my heart and left me when we both promised to go together

"no jungkook not any more , i will stay here

"noona you still feeling heart because of jimin hyung ? jungkook said

"no what happened was in the past i'm over him now i said closing my eyes he was sending relaxation on all my body and i needed to sleep because even i was in bed i couldn't what happened between me and yoongi was the best thing that happened in my life and that's what hurts me the most because i think it meant a lot to only me as he didn't call or ask to see me since i moved on from his mansion

for sure he found an other pretty girl or why didn't he call me even he said he was in love with me !!

-

in the other hand  yoongi was trying his best to recover and it was really surprising for his dad even he didn't show him his real feelings yoongi know right how much his dad wanted that maybe after the tragedy the man was feeling a lot of regret

it's been two weeks now and he was doing his best to continue his exercise and legs massage regularly he wanted to surprise you  

-

today was rainy and i was killing my self ,working in the clinic the hall day just to numb my heart and to forget the pain , it was five pm when i was done and decided to go have a warm coffee somewhere else

i put on my coat and took my umbrella heading out the place , jogging slowly under the rain drops it was fresh and so romantic and it made me grin ,i was walking straightly looking down when i saw some one stopped in front of me blocking my way his black shoes were shinning too much the way my heart raced crazily as i lift my head to look who was he and my eyes widened

"i missed you " yoongi said and suddenly i wanted to cry ,i didn't feel how the umbrella slipped out of my fingers and fell down just to push yoongi to step more towards me taking me under his umbrella as his hand circled my waist

"you always look beautiful Nayoon"

"ho-how have you been " i asked him nervously i could see with my own eyes that he jogged towards me normally and inside i prayed he's totally ok now

"i'm great and i don't need treatment no more " he said with a gummy smile on his face

it was what i needed to hug him my hands rapped his neck and i hugged him "oh this is great congrats , you're finally ok

he chuckled hugging me with his arm while the other held the umbrella we stayed for a while holding each other under the rain , i didn't want to let go i missed him and i missed his presence

"c'mon let's go somewhere and talk

yoongi leaded the way and i noticed the white sporty car he walked me to

"you have a nice car i said as i got in "

"i didn't use it since the accident "it feels like i was in comma honestly

"i'm happy you're able to do every thing you want now "

"yeah and it's all because of you , he told me and i could feel my face redden

yoongi drove off and we chose to go for dinner ,he told me he wanted to visit his favorite restaurant again and we got there finally

"how did you spend your days "he asked and i looked up

i didn't want to tell him how much i missed him or that i'm in love with him it felt awkward and soo teenagers doing but i smiled

"i was doing fine and i hope you did too

"it was hard getting through all that exercises and treatment session honestly but every time i think of you i got stronger

i'm happy you were thinking of me all the time even i thought you forgot about me ,

"is it because i didn't call you?

i gulped "well you didn't have to if you didn't want that

"i wanted it but i wanted to surprise you and come to see you in a good condition

i felt my self melting as he touched my hand taking it in his all i yearned for was the people leaving and i could stay alone hugging him  

i tried to continue my dish slapping my self mentally as i was thinking this way and make it harder for me

yoongi was eating quietly too he seemed too healthy and his skin wasn't pale it looked white like snow and i wanted to touch his face or his hair

gosh i was horny and it wasn't good right now to get wet when yoongi wasn't even looking at me

-

the way home i was quiet yoongi already know where i live as he was jungkook friend so he was heading towards my home when suddenly i stopped him

"yoongi ssi i forgot some files on my apartment and i think i will go there for tonight , you can just drop me here

"where is your apartment , ?

"it's really ok you don't have t..

i stopped talking as he shushed me with his finger , i felt it pressed on my lips and i gasped

i forgot how stubborn this man was and of course he took me there

when we arrived yoongi walked me to my door and i didn't believe i will spend my night thinking about today scared if he didn't visit for a while

"umm.. would you want some coffee ? i let out and he chuckled

"sure i would like to

we made it in side and i stripped out my coat and boots and yoongi too we went straight to the kitchen where i quickly made for us two mugs pf coffee

"it smells really good "

"i'm happy you like it

it still raining outside i let out looking through the window and suddenly i felt the two strong arms around my shoulder

yoongi was hugging me from the back his chin rested on my shoulder and i could't feel my legs any more i wanted to faint smelling his scent again gosh!!

i tried gently to turn to face him surprised by the look in his eyes the spark of lust and love were beaming in his dark orbs it was like magic me tiptoeing ,rapped his nape and pressed my parted lips on him

my whole body shivered from the contact and it quickly got hot as yoongi was kissing me back

the butterflies on my stomach was happily dancing and i felt my self really out of control as my legs gave up on me but yoongi noticed that and pressed my body towards the wall so i don't fell

"your lips taste so good just like always he said breaking the kiss , i was ready for any next action he would do and i felt excited as he lift me up

"where is your bed room yoongi said and jogged upstairs holding me as we kissed the whole way

i felt my self got pressed on the mattress and him hovering around

"do you want this baby , ,

"oh god yeah i want you so bad

yoongi smacked his lips on mine as i said that while i felt his hands undo my jeans  and slipped in

"shit since when you're this wet , you're fucking soaked

"then just hurry up and fix it

"let me make you feel good "

yoongi said and i felt him kissing my inner thigh closing more towards my womanhood

the feels were making me moan loudly as i gripped on his hair i was close and i wanted to release the pressure was building up more and more because of his skilled tongue and i finally gave up on my legs as i convulsed

yoongi kissed me again letting me taste my self on his lips as he played with my left nipple

" i was going crazy without you he whispered and i kissed his neck  as i flipped on top i continued kissing him and i wanted so bad to taste him so he could feel how much i was crazy about him too

nothing seemed hotter now more than his moans as he fucked my lil mouth

"come here yoongi suddenly rolled on top of me again as he slipped his harden member inside of me

i was whimpered as he started to rock and after all the slight pain became a pleasure

i didn't have sex since that night with him and doing this today was like a dream came true

-

yoongi you're awake ,i asked as i patted his hair

"emm i can't sleep when i fell happy

i giggled , "yeah i see but let's just sleep its 2 am !

yeah baby he said hugging me and we passed out

-

the next morning yoongi asked me to meet him at 3 pm but he didn't tell me why all he did was taking me to the clinic and then went back home

the time was passing slowly teasing me and when it was finally three pm i was ready to meet him i smiled when i saw the familiar car outside

"hey beautiful "

"hi umm where are we going i asked as i went into my seat

"hi noona a cute voice was coming from the back seat

"omg taejun hiii i was excited seeing him and i didn't know why but i got a feeling this date was related to the little boy when yoongi rolled the way out of the city

"normally she's living here "yoongi let out and i guessed he was talking about the boy's mother

"aren't you doing some troubles , did your dad say yes ?

"i don't care of his heartless doing , i want my nephew to meet his mom my dad needs to chill yoongi said as he stepped out and you did too

he opened the back door and taejun stepped out

"ancle why are we here ? he cutely asked

"taejun do you remember that time when you told me you wanted to have a mother and meet her when she come back

"yeah i want that "

wait here then big boy  "yoongi said and went towards the door knocking it and a when it was opened a pretty young woman came out she gasped covering her mouth when she met yoongi

"what are you doing here ?? what do you want again leave me alone i don't have any more thing to give to you

your heart ached hearing that

"but me i do , i have something to give to you Noona "yoongi let out and turned looking at you

you nodded and told the boy to step in

"oh god oh my god Min tae jun she cried out running towards the boy

mytears were falling as she cried harder holding her son

"i'm so sorry i'm so sorry baby "

"you aren't responsible, it's all my dad's fault and i'm sorry for taking this long to bring him to you

"thank you yoongi i don't know what to say

yoongi patted her shoulder then came towards me he immediately took me in a hug

"how can your dad do this honestly i said sniffling "

shuuut , enough sadness now , we're starting a new chapter and i want you to be my new beginning Nayoon

he said and i cried harder nodding for few times

"i would like to baby i said back and yoongi broke the hug looking at me his hands brushed my head and hair before kissing me on my lips

"love birds !! who wants to come in the sudden call made yoongi turned to see his brother wife calling

"it's okay noona we will meet soon enjoy your time with taejun me ans my girlfriend are going to prepare for something

"girlfriend ! " i said back and yoongi pressed a kiss on my head

"i would like you to be for this few days "

"what i said looking in his eyes what do you mean few days are you going to leave me after

yoongi giggled "no but you will become my wife just after few days so hurry up we have a lot to do to get married and give my nephew a playmate

i couldn't believe what i heard my eyes beamed and i felt my self flying  when i was just walking to the car

i got in and yoongi drove off he was write we were going to start anew happy journey

end

thank you so much for every reader who liked this story its not hat good comparing with my other work i remember starting it on June last year and it was in hiatus as i lost inspiration i'm happy i finished it and i hope u do like this cheesy ending

check my new book ^^

author-nim

[spicynbachili1]

Different players, but the same story

Though the San Antonio Spurs skilled extra roster turnover than any time in current reminiscence, coach Gregg Popovich remains to be turning rubbish into gold.

Cease me in case you’ve heard this one earlier than: “Regardless of solely having (insert dangerous factor right here) and never having (insert good factor right here), and regardless of everybody counting the San Antonio Spurs out, Gregg Popovich has led them to an ideal document.”

Yearly we do the identical music and dance. The Spurs are too previous. They’re caught within the 90s. They lack capturing. Their finest participant is sitting out inexplicably and desires to be traded and can fake like he’s injured all season simply to get himself elsewhere. You already know, regular stuff.

It’s all white noise although. Popovich has confirmed repeatedly how nice he’s, and we must always by no means depend him out or guess in opposition to him. He’s proven this 12 months already that he’s not depending on Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili, Tony Parker or Kawhi Leonard. He can win with anybody.

Going into the season, the dominant storylines had been that the San Antonio Spurs had too many mid-range shooters, too many poor defenders and no true superstars. Many pundits predicted they’d miss the playoffs within the wild, wild Western Convention (sorry, I’ve been enjoying an excessive amount of Purple Lifeless Redemption 2).

The humorous factor about the entire scenario is that these commentators had been proper, and nonetheless so fallacious. The San Antonio Spurs take 28.1 mid-range photographs a recreation, and the subsequent group solely takes 23.zero an evening. Contemplating the Spurs play at such a sluggish tempo (27th within the league), their per-possession distinction might be even greater.

Of these photographs, they make 40.6 %, good for under 10th within the league. Capturing even 27.1 % from Three-point vary can be extra environment friendly. Talking of which, they’re tied for final with solely 22.Three lengthy vary makes an attempt per recreation.

The Spurs usually begin Bryn Forbes, LaMarcus Aldridge, DeMar Derozan and Rudy Homosexual. Dante Cunningham, Jakob Poeltl and Davis Bertans have all began at the very least one recreation this 12 months as properly. None of them (save maybe Poeltl) are seen as something greater than common at finest on protection.

The opposite principal bench gamers (Patty Mills, Pau Gasol and Marco Belinelli) would possibly really be even worse at protection than the starters. The truth that the Spurs are 20th in defensive ranking and never even decrease appears to be a minor miracle.

Let’s not neglect that the Spurs are supposedly starless. Maybe that’s a bit deceptive, since Aldridge and DeRozan had been each All-Stars final 12 months, however neither was actually considered as a “celebrity” that could possibly be “the person” on a championship-level group the way in which Duncan or Kawhi had been. It’s no marvel the Spurs had been projected to overlook the playoffs.

However dammit, the San Antonio Spurs are profitable. They’re 5-2 by way of seven video games. Their two losses got here in opposition to the Portland Path Blazers and Indiana Pacers — the previous was final 12 months’s Western Convention Three-seed, and the latter took the Finals-bound Cleveland Cavaliers to seven video games. These are good groups, and it’s comprehensible that you simply received’t win each recreation in opposition to good groups.

One win was in opposition to the hapless Phoenix Suns, however the others had been in opposition to the surprisingly first rate Dallas Mavericks, the still-in-possession-of-Jimmy Butler Minnesota Timberwolves, and LeBron James‘ Los Angeles Lakers (twice!).

DeMar DeRozan‘s play has been indicative of the Spurs as a complete. DeRozan is supposedly not an ideal Three-point shooter, not an ideal defender and never a real celebrity. That’s three strikes, and he’s out in right this moment’s NBA.

DeRozan is taking solely 7.5 % of his complete shot makes an attempt from deep (not even together with free throws), and but he’s averaging a profession excessive 27.9 factors per recreation. He’s additionally averaging profession highs in rebounds (5.7) and steals per recreation (1.Three).

His growth in playmaking has additionally blown away something we’ve seen from him earlier than. With all of the accidents to the Spurs’ backcourt, Pop has been compelled to begin Forbes alongside DeRozan. Forbes is just about solely a shooter although (averaging just one.zero help in 16.Three minutes for his profession), so DeRozan has turn into the first distributor. His earlier profession excessive in assists was 5.2, however this 12 months it’s 7.Three.

Gamers which have averaged at the very least these 4 stats over a full season may be seen within the desk under (since steals used to not be tracked, the desk omits one season from John Havlicek and eight seasons from Oscar Robertson which may have in any other case counted).

Question Outcomes Desk Standards Totals Per Sport Capturing Rk Participant Season Age Tm Lg PTS AST TRB STL WS G GS MP FG FGA 2P 2PA 3P 3PA FT FTA ORB DRB STL BLK TOV PF FG% 2P% 3P% eFG% FT% TS% 1 Michael Jordan 1988-89 25 CHI NBA 32.5 eight.zero eight.zero 234 19.eight 81 81 40.2 11.9 22.2 11.6 21.zero zero.Three 1.2 eight.Three 9.eight 1.eight 6.2 2.9 zero.eight Three.6 Three.zero .538 .553 .276 .546 .850 .614 2 LeBron James 2009-10 25 CLE NBA 29.7 eight.6 7.Three 125 18.5 76 76 39.zero 10.1 20.1 eight.four 15.zero 1.7 5.1 7.eight 10.2 zero.9 6.four 1.6 1.zero Three.four 1.6 .503 .560 .333 .545 .767 .604 Three Larry Hen 1986-87 30 BOS NBA 28.1 7.6 9.2 135 15.2 74 73 40.6 10.6 20.2 9.four 17.2 1.2 Three.zero 5.6 6.1 1.7 7.5 1.eight zero.9 Three.2 2.5 .525 .547 .400 .555 .910 .612 four James Harden 2016-17 27 HOU NBA 29.1 11.2 eight.1 121 15.zero 81 81 36.four eight.Three 18.9 5.1 9.6 Three.2 9.Three 9.2 10.9 1.2 7.zero 1.5 zero.5 5.7 2.7 .440 .530 .347 .525 .847 .613 5 James Harden 2015-16 26 HOU NBA 29.zero 7.5 6.1 139 13.Three 82 82 38.1 eight.7 19.7 5.eight 11.7 2.9 eight.zero eight.eight 10.2 zero.eight 5.Three 1.7 zero.6 four.6 2.eight .439 .494 .359 .512 .860 .598 6 Russell Westbrook 2016-17 28 OKC NBA 31.6 10.four 10.7 132 13.1 81 81 34.6 10.2 24.zero 7.7 16.eight 2.5 7.2 eight.eight 10.four 1.7 9.zero 1.6 zero.four 5.four 2.Three .425 .459 .343 .476 .845 .554 7 Russell Westbrook 2014-15 26 OKC NBA 28.1 eight.6 7.Three 140 10.6 67 67 34.four 9.four 22.zero eight.1 17.7 1.Three four.Three eight.1 9.eight 1.9 5.four 2.1 zero.2 four.four 2.7 .426 .457 .299 .455 .835 .536 eight James Harden 2018-19 29 HOU NBA 28.5 9.zero 6.Three eight zero.four four four 36.zero 9.Three 19.eight 5.5 11.Three Three.eight eight.5 6.Three eight.5 1.zero 5.Three 2.zero zero.5 5.zero 2.Three .468 .489 .441 .563 .735 .607

I’d say that’s fairly good firm to be in. It’s additionally price noting that DeRozan’s 2.2 turnovers per recreation are a lot decrease than the bottom quantity on this desk, Three.2 turnovers for Larry Hen in 1987.

DeRozan isn’t the one one who’s frying, although. Your complete group has carried out above expectations all 12 months. The San Antonio Spurs weren’t alleged to be right here, however right here they’re; 5-2, top-four within the West. Similar to standard.

It’s early within the season, certain. But within the offseason (a.ok.a. even sooner than now), folks had been proclaiming the “true and actual and undoubtedly not faux this time guys, that is actually it” finish to the dominant Spurs period. In response to that, I’d think about Pop solely has two phrases.

Subsequent: Enjoying trick-or-treat with every NBA group’s early season pattern

Not. But.

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Starting off with the quotes for my OW OC

Some more info for this boy-

I guess starting off with the Quotes of Amaruq would define him more haha- And putting together some move names pf

Abilities:

Counter—Once Amaruq gets hit, he will attack the opponet with the same damage + a third of the damage added. Ability only able as long as the opponend is in a range of 5 meters. Cool down: 20 Seconds

Fishing trip—A long distance shot with the harpoon attached to a wire, pulling Amaruq to the hit opponent, to be able to fight in close combat. Damages opponent during the shot. Cool down: 45 Seconds

Weapon: Harpoon Gun

Melee Attacks: 

Damage — 25

Movement speed — 6 meters per second

Maximum range — 2 meters

Headshot — ✕

Primary fire:

Type — Single shot hitscan

Damage  

Uncharged — 17

Fully charged  — 115

Falloff Range — 20 to 30 meters

Rate of fire — 1 Harpoon per shot

Ammo — 15 

Reload time — 3 seconds

Headshot —  ✓

Passive Abilities: Igloo—Amaruq can use an ice shield for 5 seconds. Attacks only will be dismissed if the attack is a frontal attack.

Primary Attack: Amaruq uses his harpune as a spear or sword, to stab or cut the opponent.

Ultimate: Akluth — The ultimate attack allows Amaruq to summon the spirit of Akluth, an Inuit folklore of a monster, that is half huge wolf and a killer whale(Orca). This ability is somewhat like Hanzo’s Dragonstrike, yet the Akluth materialises, fighting along with Amaruq for 10 seconds. Charge required: 1750 points 

Quotes:

Abilities

Counter:

Payback! (Laugh)

You thought you’d get away so easily!

Should’ve thought before attacking.

Fishing trip:

It’s a big one! 

I think I caught an orca-

Ugh, it swam away... (Misses the opportunity to hit after the confrontation)

Igloo:

So safe at home~

One uses ice to attack, one to protect (When confronted with Mei during the passive ability)

Chatter—Hero Select: Junior Hero ready to hunt!

Set-Up: I’ll catch all the big fish

Respawn:

I’m triggered

I guess the fish caught me...

I’ll do better this time!

Picked up Health Pack: I feel like I can lift an iceberg!

On Fire:

I’m so lit!

I thought ice couldn’t burn-

Discord Orbed: Alright, we can go this way too.

Harmony Orbed: Yo, yo, thank you!

Call Outs—Hero Change: Finally it’s my turn!

Enemy sighted: There is a big fish-

Teleporter Spotted: Oh! Time to dive into deep waters!

Eliminations—Final Blow:

I thought you old people could do better

Too stupid you got caught on the hook-

Whoops- 

Inuit Robin Hood is winning!

3, 2, 1, he/she dead. (Depending on the gender of the opponent)

Bye, Bye little fish~

I thought my idol could do better... (Eliminating Mei)

Kill Streak: Heck yeah, I’m getting better!

Teleporter Destroyed: Blame the elders, not me-

Witness Elimination: Gotta learn from that!

Communication—Hello:

Eyah

Ullaakuut (’Hello’ or ‘Good Morning’ in Inuktitut)

Qanuippit? (’What’s up’ in Inuktitut)

Hey there!

Thanks:

Ahh, thanks-

Nakurmiik! (’Thank you’ in Inuktitut)

Acknowledge:

Arrrigh, arrrigh- (Unclear ‘Alright, Alright’)

Got it, Sir/Ma’am! (Depends on the gender)

Need Healing:

I seem to be dying??

Some love for the fetus please-

I don’t feel good, time to rest in pieces.

Group Up:

Do I have to send off the Akluth or can you com over here?

Ahhhhh, I kind of need help

Ultimate Status:

I can see my beloved Akluth now!

I think Akluth woke up-

Wanna see my pet?

Lines:

(Humming of random traditional Inuit music)

Alianait! (Wonderful!)

I may be a fetus, but I still kick your butt!

I refuse to interact with this person (Strong enemy)

For the love of frozen beards and eyelashes-

You have a dog? I have uhh....a dog fish?

Oh dang I forgot the Orca treats-

I’m not a girl, I’m triggered (Regarding his appearance)

Anybody has a scrunchie?

I’m gonna throw my Kamiik (Boots) at you! (upset)

Hope I can make my father proud.

Got some Ice Cream?

Interactions:

Am I better than my father? / ...Can one eat the ice from your blaster?... (Mei)

Oh my god! Spiderman is real! No wait..You’re a woman / Do spiders like dogs? And Orcas? (Widowmaker)

Never knew pretty women can be this strong- / How do you say ‘ I’m going to kick your butt’ in russian? (Zarya)

We’re both glowing!! / Are you a transformer- (Genji)

(Gasp) Can I call you grandpa?- (Reinhardt)

Oh! Somebody younger than me! / Cute robot! Just as cute as you! (D.Va)