#tbh i like wattpad it does give me the Reading A Book feeling

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

In the morning someone remind me to recognize my tags a bit

[moononastring]

The twisted series is such a guilty pleasure for me tbh 😭 like it's cringe and the way it's written is so wattpad and the men are just brutal and there are like 55 million other things wrong with and tbh twisted hate was the only book I loved bc the ml actually like. has emotions. And yet I cannot seem to get those damn books out of my head 😭😭

Listennnnnn. I read it last year and I still think about them. I don't know what Ana put in her books but it's like crack haha. I thought book one was her weakest but with each one, it got better. I disagree with the wattpad comment HAHA but obviously her series are low-stakes and meant to be fun so it's okay to call it a little cringe. EMBRACE THE CRINGE!!!!!

Yes, good writing makes a good book but sometimes it doesn't even matter because if a book sucks you in, it's a good book.

Her series wasn't the best in writing but it was one where you connected with the characters and love their stupid asses so much. I didn't know if I wanted to jump into the book and join them or BE them tbh. I love seeing edits and reels of them! It makes me miss them more ;;;; They're just fun and the characters are relatable (in some ways because sadly I'm NOT a real princess) and idk man, you enjoy these morons falling in love and being friends and staying connected in each other's lives shkfjhgskdfgisuff it gives me all the feels the Off Campus series does ;;

[authoralexharvey]

For the Tarot Ask: The Magician, The Sun, and Three of Wands

Thanks for the ask! Answering from this list.

01. THE MAGICIAN: SPARK OF MAGIC (What inspired you to write your novel?) 

The answer changes a bit depending on which book we're talking about, all varying levels of cool. Sorry, I'm about to talk a lot.

For TOOD, the biggest catalyst was, well, a few things. I was in a queer lit class in college that I absolutely hated tbh. For my final, I made a short zine/collection? about the nonbinary experience from my perspective and one thing I included in that was a short story called Morning Afters, which was about two people who ended up being the main characters of TOOD. The MC, Quinn, is someone whose body changes every day, and they are trying to leave their fuck-buddy's house before they wake up but end up being discovered and the two bond over their different gender experiences.

I also had really nasty beef with this one cishet indie author dude who considered himself the savior of the gays and said queer people are so bad at writing their own books he has to do it for them--yes, really--so I wrote TOOD to spite him because he's a shitty man and a shittier author.

Anyway.

TWEfA was born out of my love of the Soulsborne franchise and also from the cannibalized corpse of an older novel I wrote a very long time ago. When I was like. Fifteen. A lot has changed since then. Maka and Dakota have stayed the most true to their original selves and I kinda... rebuilt everything around them. I'm sure some elements of it were also inspired by Madoka Magica. In fact, I guarantee some of it was.

Little Vicious Minds came about because I was playing Skyrim and am very mad still about the limited options of what you can do with/to Maven Black-Briar and so I resolved to make a story about someone who decides to destroy her criminal empire. And it kinda,,, blossomed from there.

Lilium was really a love letter to my depressed teenaged self because I wrote it originally in high school when everything fucking sucked. I see myself a lot in both of the main characters in different ways. It's also about your dead brother coming back as a demon which I have no real experience with so. *shrugs*

ASMLP started as a random thought because I love spellbooks and think they aren't used enough in fantasy so I resolved to write a book that required spellbooks and then I... made a whole magic and college system around that and it kind of evolved from there.

BTMS started as me wanting to write vampire erotica and became... very much not that.

I could go on. It really does just depend.

19. THE SUN: POSITIVITY (What is your greatest writing strength or skill?)

I like to think I'm good at dialogue and also at making people fucking sad. Highest praise I think I've gotten yet is a comment/review I got about Lilium about how well I got across the sense of loss and grief one of the MCs endures--and this is before I had lost anyone in my life to the inevitability of death. I don't want like. Instagram-worthy prose or anything but I would like for someone to feel like I just ripped their heart out of their chest and presented it to them when they're done reading, you know? And I think I'm pretty great about that so far.

66. THREE OF WANDS: FORESIGHT (Do you know what your book cover is going to look like? Do you have a color in mind?)

I don't have to imagine for ASMLP, because I already have one! You can see it here. As for my other works.... mmmm...Back when I wrote on Wattpad, I had to have a kind of idea for a cover because you were shooting yourself in the foot if you posted books without covers there. But since leaving there... well, not entirely. I also haven't gotten as far/thought as far ahead as I have with ASMLP--and in truth part of me buying the cover was to give myself an incentive to finish the fucking book. So far has been kind of working. I'm trying to finish by March lol

I haven't thought about covers for anything else yet. I should start doing so for BTMS since I want to publish it before or after ASMLP so we'll see. My main rules about covers is I vehemently refuse to have people on the cover. I hate it. Loathe it. The shadowed hands for ASMLP is as close to having people on the cover as I'm willing to get. I want my covers to have fancy typography or to make a focal point of important objects. I will settle for nothing less.

Thanks again for the ask and sorry for talking your ear off!

[bluesidez]

Writer Interview Game 🌐

When did you start writing?

Probably in elementary?? I was a very imaginative child. Then I got a little older and found Wattpad. Will I tell you guys what it was? Naur~

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I used to read a lot of magic?? themed books. Like Percy Jackson and the Monster High books... and then later on perhaps abo but that's neither here nor there

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

If I were asked this some years ago, I would have had a different answer, but right now, there aren't any that I can think of off of the top of my head? Maybe Rkangles on AO3 because of the way she's able to capture her audience. Other than that I don't really have an answer.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Physically, it's just anywhere I can write. I will write on my phone, on my laptop, or on a notepad. I'm a serial daydreamer, so I'm able to just hold the thought in sometimes and then write anywhere. I do have a notion that I'm working on, though!

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Daydreaming!! I get inspired by little things and then daydream about them voluntarily and involuntarily. Other than that, music and reading/watching other forms of media. To make art, we must also take it in.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Does food count as a theme? No matter how much I try, I can't not write without involving food. Maybe it's me subconsciously telling girls who look like me that it's ok to love and enjoy food. If there are any other themes, I'm not aware of them tbh.

What is your reason for writing?

As of March 2024, it's because I needed Miguel O'Hara so bad in a carnal way that I picked up a pen to start writing. And people were barely writing plus-size/fat readers OR black readers. I needed to feel represented and loved, so I really wrote for myself.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

When people give detailed explanations of what exactly they loved or how something made them feel. It makes me feel all warm inside. I also like it when people give their predictions so I can go "oh really 🤨." And more recently, I like it when people tell me something feels realistic and exactly why! It makes me go WOAH!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Adoringly and lovingly. No, but seriously I hope people are able to think of me and go "woah, she's so good at what she does." Like I hope people can come back to my fics with warmth in their hearts. OR simultaneously feeling so sick after reading my fics that they don't know what to do.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I'm not really sure? I don't know if it's descriptions or maybe just the plot of the actual story itself. I have been told that I'm really good at characterization, so maybe that's the strength.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I like it! I think I can always be better, especially when it comes to my longer fics. I'm thinking about remodeling GR Mig once I finish it. If I can go back and reread my own work without feeling crazy, I think it's pretty good! I am always here for constructive criticism though. It's how an artist improves.

thank you for the tags Cookie and Dia!! @monarchberrysblog

No pressure tags: @miguelhugger2099 @cherryredstars @improbable-outset @glaciertea + anyone else who wants to join!

writer interview game

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Thank you for the tag Blondie! 🥰 @reverieblondie

When did you start writing?

-i wrote a bit in middle school but i consistently started writing fanfics in November '23!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

-i like both reading and writing romance 🥰

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

-man I don't know 😭 but if i can come close to emulating the talent that my moots possess then that's a huge compliment!

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

-pretty much wherever and whenever I can 😭 I write in the notes app on my phone lolol. and i mostly write in my bedroom.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

-ovulation week lol and caffeine 🥰 definitely gets the creative juices flowing for me.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

-i write about rain a lot in my fics. I also make nature references. I try to use a lot of poetry devices bc I just like that style of writing. Also I'm guilty of being very self indulgent at times.

What is your reason for writing?

-i use it as a coping mechanism and to escape the stresses of life lol. People seem to like it and I've met lots of lovely people in the process. Purely for fun and self enjoyment with hopes to publish maybe one day if I'm lucky enough and dedicated enough to write that much

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

-lol I love feral reactions and silly comments in the tags. Also when people tell me specifically what they loved about my fics or lines that they enjoyed are really nice to receive! 🥰🫶🏽

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

-hmmm not sure! I guess I just hope that people enjoy my writing and also think I'm a pleasant person aside from my writing endeavors! And also don't mind that I'm kind of all over the place and am kind of slow and sporadic with my updates. 🫶🏽 My hyperfixations have been ebbing and flowing and so my work depends a lot on where my mind is at.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

-hmmm not sure! I think I do a pretty good job with descriptions and details! I think I capture emotion pretty well.

How do you feel about your own writing?

-Some days I feel great! Other days not so much. I think my works have been flopping a lot lately and so I'm in my "writing for myself" era and just write whatever makes me happy at the moment and try to ignore the numbers. But it's hard sometimes 😭

no pressure tags: @mrsoharaa @sassypossumm @slushycoookie @muchosbesitos @miguel-ohara-wifey @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @actuallysaiyan @anonimusunnoaniswriting @swiftyangx12 @catladyoftheyr

@lxverrings @improbable-outset

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was 

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold 

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger) 

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man 

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less 

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them 

- ok, end of POV - 

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi 

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk 

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’ 

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained 

but also- what does he do now? 

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement 

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home 

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated 

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl 

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is 

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you 

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao) 

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower 

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

 so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere 

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement 

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks 

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly 

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh 

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be 

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto 

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional 

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’  ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘) 

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow 

he’s v overprotective though 

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like 

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

[peachiimilquetea]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

im not a bnha blog however i have some things i feel like i just want to scream about! some of these are based on his birth chart too so if you’re into astrology i hope you enjoy that aspect as well!

length: 780 words

tenya loves spicy food

he looks like he wouldn’t be built for it but he’s actually got a pretty high pain tolerance

he adds chili pepper to literally everything

he also has a massive sweet tooth so sometimes when he confiscates peoples snacks in class, he eats them himself later

if you’re one of his closer friends (or his s/o) he’ll share them with you

he spends like $80 a week on honey buns from the vending machine

tenya also has a scorpio moon so i think that like bakugo he loves love/romance HOWEVER instead of romance manga, he reads corny ass wattpad stories as a guilty pleasure

mina made a joke about her wattpad phase once and it led to his demise bc he was too damn curious and he just had to look it up

if you ask him directly about it he will deny it but he’s a voracious reader and can finish like 4 books a week

they’re so bad but they’re so good lmao

he enjoys correcting the writers’ grammar as he reads and complaining about how cliche the plot is but he just cant stop reading

iida is also the only boy in class 1-A that actually takes care of himself lowkey

i think he’s got a better skincare routine than me tbh

it’s simple, yes, but expensive and it works wonders on his skin and on yours

he owns a jade roller. no questions asked

i also see him as the type of person who’s scared of putting in contact lenses BDHSNSVSJSNS

like he’s got so much anxiety around accidentally poking an eye out he just can’t muster up the courage to do it

especially bc his hands are so big for no reason

he does own contacts tho, they literally just sit in his bathroom cabinet

speaking of his sweet tooth again, tenya cannot drink black coffee

i’ve seen some people say that’s his order when the deku-squad goes to starbucks or smth but no i think he gets like 15 pumps of caramel in a grande cup BEHSNSVSAJAN

his attention to detail is impeccable

he’s got a virgo mercury and mars he literally notices EVERYTHING

this makes him a very good gift giver bc he literally remembers everything about you and keeps a mental note

uhhh let’s see what else

tenya is rhythm blind SVDHSNSBAKAKA

he cannot dance to save his own life

lord knows how he fakes his way through all the hero charity galas and stuff his family hosts

he can only do a two step if you count for him

he’s a pretty decent singer tho

very shy about it tho

if you get him under the influence of a substance he will definitely do karaoke and he’ll make everyone look bad bc he’s really good

that’s his leo sun talking fr

he’s also a sneaker head surprisingly

it sounds like it doesn’t make sense HOWEVER hear me out

he runs all the time everywhere for training and stuff, constantly trying to beat his PR

so he goes through running shoes very easily

but he doesn’t want to get the exact same ones every single time so he switches it up

then he fell down the rabbit hole of lifestyle sneakers and here we are

i don’t know if he dresses the part but i don’t think he wears stiff ass polos and dress pants all the time

that makes no sense bc how tf will his big ass calves fit in the pants BDBSJSNSJA

so streetwear actually makes a little bit more sense

just imagine tenya in baggy khaki pants and jordan 1s

and a baggy sweater vest omg

giving very much tyler the creator vibes

i think it fits him tbh

especially as he gets older and figures out what he likes to wear as opposed to what his parents put him in

ALSO tenya is very into the humanities and social sciences

he wouldve gotten into the arts but mans cant draw for his life either

fortunately he can read like hell so he consumes copious amounts of political and philosophical theory for funsies

based iida⁉️⁉️⁉️

also a polyglot maybe?

dont ask me what specific languages but most likely japanese, english, mandarin and spanish

hes one of those people whos like "oh i read an article about that!" whenever you mention something new

but not in a condescending way he just genuinely wants to show you that he relates to whatever you're talking about

he prides himself on being a walking encycloepdia just so he can help everyone

thats all ive got for now but im definitely gonna post more if i can think of any

[lonely-teddy-bear]

The Alpha’s Weak Mate h.s au (ch.5)

A/n: Tbh im proud of this chapter ngl. Hope you enjoy and go support it in wattpad as well! it would mean a lot to me :)

word count: 3k

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Chapter Five

I woke up to the sound of the blinds being opened, feeling the bright light coming into the room. I turned around to hide my face from the sun and buried my face in my pillow, "oh my gosh Kyle close the blinds!" I whined out.

I didn't hear a complain come from Kyle which was weird considering how much he talks. I opened my eyes again and turned around to look why Kyle wasn't talking, I squinted from the bright light hitting my face and saw a shadow but it wasn't Kyle's because this one was short.

"Sorry but my name is Mia not Kyle." I sat up, startled. I had forgotten where I was and what happened last night. Wait didn't I lock the door?

"Sorry but how did you get in? I had the door locked." She walked to where she would stand in front of the bed.

"I have a key, every maid and butler has a key to this house," I just stared at her, did that mean Harry also had a key?

"Does Harry have a key as well?" She didn't say anything but nodded but that was all I needed to know, he could have walked in into his room without me knowing but I don't think he did.

"Do you need anything else?" I let her know I was fine and before she left she let me know that breakfast will be brought up soon.

After she left I stretched as much as I could before getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom to freshen up before I came face to face with another person. Entering into the giant room I went to do my business before going over to wash my face and mouth. After brushing my mouth I looked at myself and saw how tired I was. It might have to do with the fact that I woke up sometimes at night from a nightmare and then proceeded to cry because I didn't have Kyle to hold me while he rocked me back and forth in order to calm me.

After my parents past away in the rogue attack I had started to have nightmares and Kyle had been the one to be there for me ever since, also along with having anxiety attack after the nightmares it was nice to have someone I cared about there for me. Except last night when I didn't have Kyle, not even Harry at least, I just wish I had someone there with me last night to tell me that I was going to be okay. I swear I had the longest anxiety last night, it felt like the on I first got when I got notified about my parents, about them being killed, Kyle was there to help but he didn't what to do back then, not like now.

After finishing up with my morning routine I went over to the closet that was in the bathroom, next to Harry's. Well it was in the same closet considering how big his closet was.

I might have taken the rest of the closet but where else would I put my clothes? Besides, he wouldn't mind I'm sure, I am after all his mate as much as I hate to admit it.

I didn't bother getting all dressed up, I had grabbed some pair of sweatpants and a red crop top that I use when I don't plan to go out. After changing I went over to the sink and grabbed the bag that held my makeup and pulled out the concealer. I made myself look less dead and less hideous with adding some eyeliner and mascara and then ven some contour so I didn't look too dead after the concealer. Sometimes I wished my skin was more clear but of course one can't have everything.

I headed out to the room, ignoring my hair as I didn't care as much for it and saw that there was a tray with breakfast on it. I heated over to the bed and sat down and saw that there was a paper next to the plate.

We're going out for lunch. Come to my office by 2. Don't be late. -H

Lovely.

Was this his way to make me feel better or was he going. to try and torture me?

Either way I can't ignore him for long since he is the alpha and my mate, he will eventually come for me and make me do something.

After finishing breakfast time somehow went by fast. With not doing anything and reading some random book Harry had laying around that had notes and a bookmark. Can't imagine him writing notes on some book, let alone reading one.

I didn't bother changing before going down to his office earlier than I was told. I just hope it doesn't bother him that I'm going earlier.

After a couple of minutes of walking I managed to get down to the main floor. I was out of breath from all the stairs and why the hell why his room so far away? I'll probably be using that as my work out because there is no way in hell that I will go work out with others if I get told to.

I looked around when I got to the main floor but I didn't see any other doors unless I have to walk into the other halls that are on the sides.

The maid that was walking past must have seen me looking confused asked if I needed help.

"Yes Har- I mean the alpha wanted me to meet him in his office but I don't know where it is..." she caught on to what my question was and directed me to follow her. "He is currently with his beta, if you would like to wait for a couple of minutes until he calls you in."

I nodded at her and thanked her before she left and went on to do what ever she was going to do.

I leaned myself on the wall that was across from the door of his office and waited. I didn't know what time it was but I had left with ten minutes to spare and I hope that with the long walk and me being lost for a minute didn't make me lose time. I really which I had my watch with me but I guess Kyle kept it because it was no where to be found in my belongings.

I was just staring at the door waiting for it to open up which it did but a girl came out looking flushed. I saw Harry looking a little pissed off but I couldn't help but to keep looking at the girl that came out of his office. Didn't the maid say that he was talking to the beta? Unless she was the beta but last time I heard no woman could be in power unless t was the luna or the wife of the beta...

"You're late Dominique," I jumped away from the wall and looked away from the girl which was now gone and looked to the opening in front of me to see Harry leaning on his desk, staring at me. He didn't look to happy.

I walked in towards his office and closed the door behind me. I was scared to look Harry in the eyes, something about him made me feel nervous and scared but I shouldn't because he is the one that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be late. I got lost and your maid said you were with the beta..." I wanted to ask him if the girl was the beta but I just hope he would catch on and give me the answer without me asking.

"I was with my beta, you saw her walk out. Surprised?" I looked up at him and saw he had an amused look on his face. He looked cocky as if he knew that I wanted to know about who the mysterious girl was.

I couldn't help but to gulp and take a deep breath before answering him. Gosh he made me nervous, was it hot in here or was I just sweating from nervousness?

"I didn't think woman were able to have a title unless it was the luna or the wife of someone with a title." I looked away from him but then looked back at him again and saw him looking down at my hands, which I was messing with my nails with, might have to get a manicure after this.

"Do I make you nervous?"

Yes.

"No. Why would you think that?" Why was I acting all dumb? He obviously knows that I was nervous just by the way I was playing with my fingers and messing around with my nails.

"I could hear your heart raise the closer you got and you have been playing with your finger since arriving here. And to your respond to having woman in power? I don't discriminate or follow other people's rules, she is the daughter of the Beta and so she is the rightful owner of the position. That won't be a problem right?" I quickly shook my head.

"No I don't I was just wondering, I don't mind it for a woman to have a title, I think it's cool and encouraging." He stared at me, moving his head to the side to look at me better, he then smirked.

"We're you jealous?"

What? Wait did he really think I was jealous? What made him think I was jealous?

"No... why would you think that?"

He shrugged at me, his smirk being gone.

"I mean you were told I was with the beta and you expected a male to leave my office but instead a woman left my office... and you questioned it without having to ask me. That made me think you were jealous which I don't mind really, because if it was the other way around I would have probably killed him."

I was speechless. I wouldn't say I didn't believe him because I did, just by looking at him I could tell he was serious. I couldn't help but to look away and look down to where I was still messing with my nails, now having skin pulled off.

I saw him from the top of my eyes that he moved away from his desk and saw his black shoes right in front of mine. I felt his folded pointer finger under my chin, making me look up at him. I couldn't help but to notice how green his eyes were. I must have not paid much attention to them since I have been scared to even look his way.

"Next time don't walk away from me and lock the door on me, got it?" I didn't know how to respond and without me thinking I said the one thing that would get me killed anywhere.

"And if I do it again?" I raised my eyebrow at him but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at him with wide eyes, in shock.

I saw him raise his right eyebrow and I swear his green eyes got darker. That wasn't a good sign. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, maybe I should have thought first but I can't seem to do that around him.

"Oh princess you don't want to do it again, unless you want to be punished," he looked at me with his dark eyes and his smirk that was giving me bad vibes.

He raised his right hand and placed it on my cheek and slowly moved it over to my ear where he would rank his fingers through my messy hair. He held his hand in place and leaned forward towards my other ear where his hand wasn't in place.

"You should do your hair next time, unless you want me to mess it up more for you," I shivered at the air that hit my ear when he whispered. I felt his lips turn into a smirk but felt him move away to look back at my eyes again.

"So what do we say about going for lunch?"

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

We went out to the town, to the one where I used to go to for work. I didn't know if I was going to see anyone from my pack, let alone Kyle. I wouldn't have mind it if I saw Kyle but if Harry saw him and saw me looking at him, he would be dead. I just wished he could understand but I knew better than that.

We ended up going to this diner that gave off the fifty century, the silver, the red and the white around. We sat on a booth and ordered. I went with a chocolate with banana milkshake and a burger with fries since this place was well know for the burgers. Harry ordered the same but with a strawberry milkshake which surprised me and I think he saw it on my face.

"What?" I couldn't help but to let out a giggle. A giggle? Who am I now?

"Nothing I wasn't expecting you to get a strawberry milkshake," I shrugged and looked out the window. I felt his stare on my right side of my face. I wanted to turn and look at him but stopped myself from doing so.

"What did you think I was going to get? Vanilla milkshake?" I looked back at him and shrugged and nodded. He chuckled, shaking his head and slightly closing his eyes in disbelief.

"Honey, I'm no fan of vanilla," he smirked at me and leaned over the table, crossing his arms on the table. He was looking at me  strangely, there was this teasing look combined with lust in them.

My eyes suddenly widened at the realization of his double meaning. I couldn't help but to look at him in shock and look away from him.

I couldn't believe he said that in a way that it sounded normal. I may have been slow to understand it but I felt my face get hot the minute I figured it out. "Why are you blushing? I just said I didn't like vanilla." I looked at him and saw how he was still smirking at me. He had this cocky look him face, in that handsome face of his. I shook my head lightly trying to not think of him any way.

"I know there's a double meaning to it," I mumbled but didn't look away from him. Something about looking at him in the eyes while he was on that position made me want to look at him more. He was just addicting to look at.

"Mhm is that so?" He cocked his head to his right, his smile getting wider.

The waiter came by to leave us our milkshake and let us know that our food would be out in a couple of minutes. I looked away from looking at Harry to look at the waitress to thank her but looked back to Harry once she was gone. He was still looking at me but he was drinking from his milkshake. I looked down at my milkshake shyly looking away from him.

The cherry on top of the drink caught my attention. I grabbed it and put it in my mouth without thinking anything of it. I moaned lightly enjoying the flavor of the cherry in my mouth. It had been a while since I had a cherry, let alone a milkshake.

I felt a kick under the table causing me to look up at Harry. He has holding out a cherry, holding the stem with his thumb and pointer finger and wiggled it a bit.

"Want it pup?" I blushed at the nickname. I hated it so much but it seemed like he was t going to stop calling me that even if I kept telling him too.

I went to grab the cherry thinking how nice it was of him to offer his cherry but he pulled it back slightly, shaking. his head.

"Nope, you come here and take it from me. With your mouth." I looked at him wide eyed. He can't be serious right? He couldn't be.

I looked around the diner but looked back at Harry when he spoke.

"No one is going to look. Now come one get the cherry. I mean, you do want it, right?"

Did I really like cherry's that much that I would do something like this to get it?

I let out a sigh and looked at the cherry and then at him. He raised at eyebrow in a quick motion and then signaled me to get the cherry. I got up slightly and leaned over on the table and went to grab the cherry.

I saw Harry lean forward to were my ear was. "look at me when you get the cherry." My eyes couldn't get any wider but my body heat could. He had moved back to his place and looked at me with a smirk. That stupid smirk is getting annoying by now. I leaned up to the cherry and didn't look away from his eyes. I felt the cherry hit my lips, I grabbed the cherry with teeth making sure it was all in before i closed my lips around it. I then pulled on the cherry causing it to rip off from the stem.

I quickly sat back down and looked down at my milkshake chewing on the cherry ignoring the heat on my face.

"Aren't you an innocent pup? But you were right. I don't like vanilla either way." I didn't have to look up because I knew there was going to be a smirk on his stupid beautiful face.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa

this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)

ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)

SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA

NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP

jealous y/n you say???

now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao

HELPLESS OH MY GOD

truly madly deeply intended :)

damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special

devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy

awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(

AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god

stuffy moron is correct

"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF

"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET

he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄

FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD

i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most

what the fuck is a maw

ok i looked it up i get it now

"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌

"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn

oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨

HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ

"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺

"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT

"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT

ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock

HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE

couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved

HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT

HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤

'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg

oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj

oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄

"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy

"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby

i think he needs therapy tbh

yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤

"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho

they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺

im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that

PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now

"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀

HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss

(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)

HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺

i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream

IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM

ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE

HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺

omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭

HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ

“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him

maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa

“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj

DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD

not a psychotic episode 😭😭

crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king

awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry

matchy socks im gonna sob

king is a chef 😌

y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥

“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties

“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨

he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love

hes such a shithead i love him

SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE

“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF

HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭

RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF

she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad

this… is hot

“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj

HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold

im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei

OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF

oh boy hes gonna kill her

I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP

literally shut the fuck up mr english major

do it bestie kick him in the balls

SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL

IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD

“character development at its finest” what a self aware king

y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️

“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say

“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ

ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time

“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk

“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪

yes bestie objectify him

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK

PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER

“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”

i think about this on a daily basis i truly do

grey shorts? what a slut

“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs

OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN

him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING

“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃

AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ

yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤

yeah ���� its bc he ran track 😃

no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺

I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why

“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd

YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY

he gets her a cup of water 🥺

ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga

awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn

memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃

HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE

niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious

noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn

well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie

I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌

TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ

chatsnap hes such an old man 😭

true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you

not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING

DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP

“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭

“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK

“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj

he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy

ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth

fuck u for that one vampy

wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass

WAIT IS IT WAP

NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS

I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece

I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT

“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS

NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL

YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM

“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭

why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj

dont hand it over i want to see him snap

OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR

oooooooooooo

OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS

not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭

do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it

“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺

“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭

THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING

this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry

“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf

DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN

suing disney for false advertisement 😭

THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ

how do those bubbles taste babe

ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????

“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS

not the boob privileges 😭

WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”

NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING

“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him

JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ

“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭

OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM

SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING

stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺

“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ

“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ

HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out

“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him

I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-

theyre so fucking cute i hate them

so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))

[lina-lovebug]

The Weeping Monk/ Lancelot headcannon: Disney series!

- Hua Mulan

- Mulan would definitely be forced to hide her true identity by the Church

- She was alone for awhile, being pushed around by the other Paladins, calling 'him' not manly enough because he doesn't bathe infront of his own brethren

- "Is this how we treat our brothers?! We all fight for the same cause, and I expect you to treat eachother as equals in the eyes of God."

- He stood up for Mulan, knowing that men have their own insecurities and he shouldn't be put down for his

- until he found out that his insecurity was a vagina

- it was an accident, he was going to tell him that they were leaving in a few minutes and bam!

- she was naked

- He ran back to tell them to wait while trying to get the image of her out of his head

- he is a woman, oh christ it all makes sense!

- it was awkward for the next few days

- but Mulan was a fighter, and she always proved it in battle

- he approached Mulan about the incident a few days later

- "has the church made you hide this?"

- "yes. are you going to report me?"

- "no"

- . . .huh?

- "a woman who fights is the most dangerous of us all. you have proven your strength, and i shall stand with you"

- Mulan told him of her true name and he smiled fondly at it

- Mulan du Lac

- tbh Mulan always thought about who she would marry as a little girl

- as tradition goes, your marriage was arranged by your parents but with her father dead and being millions of miles away from China, those dreams were pushed aside

- she always pictured a strong man who wouldn't make her put aside her fighting skills and passion for the responsibility of giving him a son

- but as she grew older, she realized that she couldn't have that fantasy life

- atleast not in China

- Lancelot stuck with her, even when she was exposed

- The Church threatened to kill her

- "You put her into this yet when the world sees her as she is, you throw her away? God claims we are all equal yet you look away when a woman fights better than any other man on the field"

- the church argued on what they would do

- Lancelot volunteered to stay in her tent as protection

- who knows what the paladins would be ordered to do

- Carden snuck a peek inside and saw Lancelots arm around her, and got an idea

- "you may continue to fight as a woman, but God has given me great vision. Mulan shall marry our Weeping Monk, as He has decreed"

- Mulan hated it

- Lancelot opposed, but it made him blush at the thought of marrying her

- Yet, he didn't vocally oppose it as much as Mulan did and that's what got her curious

- it was the night before when she blew up on him

- "You say you care about my opinions, yet accept the fact that they're using God to justify holding me back? Why didn't you say anything?!"

- "because they would have you killed"

- "death is better than-"

- "would it be so bad to marry me?"

- I picture Lancelot falling quickly for someone but holding back his emotions

- like he knows that he cares deeply for this person but knows that they deserve better and pulls back

- "i care deeply for you, Hua Mulan, and i promise to hold you, love you, care for you, and help you as a husband should. i will respect your boundaries, and be there through sickness and health"

- Mulan would grow feelings for him eventually, and would ask if he still felt the same

- he would of course say yes

- their first times would be so intimate and gentle

- first kiss? obviously their wedding, but their REAL first kiss would be after a battle and she would kiss him out of adrenaline saying fuck it

- and that she's thankful that she married such a respectful and loving man

- first time? definitely after walking in on her changing and him turning to leave, but she invites him to stay and i can just see it being so passionate

- he is def gentle and asks "are you sure, my love?" "does it hurt?"

- just so sweet and Mulan is equally matching him, asking if he's comfortable

- I just think they would make a great couple and have adorable babies, def having three kids

- two girls and one boy

And if you want to see a relationship develop between them, go read my book on Wattpad! The Ballad of Hua Mulan

[lifeisntafantasy]

Bathtub

!!Suicide Warning!!

Even tho I already said suicide warning I also wanna warn you it talks about self harm and drowning so like don't read this if it triggers you please.

The ship is anxeitmus (Virgil x Deceit x Remus).

This is much longer than I expected it to be. I’m also kind of proud of it ig? I posted this on Wattpad, but almost forgot to post it her. Actually, I forget to post most things on here tbh.

Deceit smiled to himself as he got in the warm water of his bathtub, and he immediately felt his muscles relax. It was so nice and quiet, and he couldn't hear any of the other sides. He felt so calm that he could probably fall asleep right there.

Which is exactly what he planned to do. He already took about fifteen sleeping pills, he didn't know how many he would need, so he could fall asleep in the tub. He would be asleep as he drowned because instinct would make him pull his head out of the water if he were awake.

Deceit didn't even take off his clothes, which were just a yellow t-shirt and some ripped jeans, before he got in the tub; right after he took the pills he wrote several notes for the other sides, and doing that wasted the little energy he had. He couldn't leave without letting them know what they had done to him. They needed to know how their glares, hateful words, and insults had affected him.

He didn't have the energy to take his clothes off since the pills were already taking affect, and he needed to be in the bathtub before he passed out. He needed this to work. He couldn't deal with eveything and everyone.

Deceit chuckled dryly as he looked at his arms, scars and cuts covering them. Some of the cuts were from earlier that day, so his arms were stinging slightly. He knew the other sides wouldn't look for him until his death affected Thomas; they didn't care about how he was doing. They never noticed how he sometimes didn't eat for three days. They didn't notice he sometimes didn't leave his room for days because he didn't have the energy. They didn't care.

Deceit hoped his death would affect Thomas quickly, if only because it would make the other sides try to come find him. He left the door to his room and bathroom unlocked to make it easier for them to find him.

Deceit knew the other sides would worry about what would happen to Thomas after Deceit died, but he wrote in his notes that another side would eventually appear in his place. Roman would just have to help Thomas more, since acting was kind of like lying.

Deceit smiled tiredly as he felt his consciousness slip away. He'd finally be at peace.

Soon enough Deceit fell into a deep slumber, and his head slipped under the water. His lungs filled with water as he took a breath in his sleep, eventually killing him.

Not even an hour after Deceit's death, Thomas was affected. He was hanging out with Joan in Thomas's apartment when he felt something change. He could tell it was something to do with his sides, so he needed Joan to leave. They didn't know that Thomas's sides were real, and Thomas planned to keep it that way.

"Hey, Joan, can we cut this short?" Thomas said with an apologetic face.

Joan looked at Thomas, their head tilted in confusion, "Why? Is it because I took the last pizza slice?" they asked, chuckling to show they were joking.

"No it's not that. Something changed and now I need to call my sides to see what's up," Thomas said. It took a moment before he realized he didn't come up with a lie like he meant to.

Joan just laughed, thinking Thomas was joking, "You mean the Sanders Sides? That's just you acting for your YouTube channel."

Thomas laughed nervously, trying to tell Joan he was just joking, but he couldn't lie.

"My sides are real. I can actually summon them," Thomas said.

Joan looked at Thomas a bit apprehensively, "You're joking right..?" they asked, confused.

Thomas took a deep breath as he summoned Logan, not being able to lie to Joan and make them leave.

Logan rose up, book in hand, "Hello, Thomas. How may I help you?" the side asked, not looking up from his book.

"What?! Is that Logan?!" Joan shouted in fear, making Logan look up from his book slightly startled.

"Um hello, Joan. Yes, I am Logan, Thomas's logic. Thomas what are they doing here? I thought you weren't going to tell them that we were real?" Logan asked, his voice sounding slightly nervous.

Thomas sighed, his voice shaking slightly, "So apparently I cannot lie right now, and Joan and I were hanging out when I felt a weird shift in my head, so I tried to make Joan leave so that I could summon you guys, but they asked me why and, as I said, I couldn't lie to them because I cannot lie right now so I accidentally told them you guys were real and they didn't believe me and I had to summon you because I can't lie," Thomas took a deep breath since he said that all in one breath and he was slightly panicking.

"It's right Thomas, just breathe. You will be okay," Logan said calmly, although he was slightly worried.

Thomas nodded as he took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

Joan was looking at Logan.

"So wait.. all of you guys are real? Like Roman, Virgil, Patton, Deceit, and Remus?" they asked Logan.

Logan nodded, "Yes. Although something seems to be wrong with Deceit, seeing as Thomas cannot currently lie."

Joan nodded their head, "That's cool that you guys are real. When we do videos is it really Thomas or do you guys trade places when he says he goes to change?" they asked, slightly more curious now.

"Usually it's Thomas, but he sometimes does ask us to do it for him when he is feeling tired," Logan responds. "But that's not important. What is important is figuring out why Deceit isn't doing his job. Thomas, would you mind trying to summon Deceit?"

"Okay," Thomas says, more calm after breathing a bit. He tried to summon Deceit a couple of times before he gives up, Deceit not arriving.

"Hm. That's odd. Usually a side cannot ignore a summon from you," Logan thinks aloud. Then he turns to Joan. "Joan, we will be visting Thomas's mind and, seeing as you are not him or one of his sides, you cannot come. You may stay here if you would like, or you may leave."

"I'll leave," they say. "It'll probably be awkward for me to just sit here. I'll talk to you later, Thomas."

Thomas nodded to them as they left. Then he turned to talk to Logan, "Should we get the other sides, too?"

"Yes, that might be a good idea."

Thomas nodded determinedly as he summoned the rest of the sides, including Remus.

They all looked at Thomas, then at each other. Virgil looked at Remus and then went to look at Deceit, but he noticed he wasn't there. Remus noticed too, and he clearly wanted to know why his snake like boyfriend wasn't there.

"Hey! Where's Double Dee? Why isn't he here?"

Thomas looked at Remus, "He's not here because I can't summon him. I also apparently can't lie, and Logan and I think that there's something wrong with Deceit."

"What? Something's wrong with Deceit?" Virgil asked, quickly getting worried.

"We don't know for sure, but it certainly is a possibility," Logan responded. "Which is why Thomas summoned you all so we could visit his room to see what is happening."

"Yeah and I'm getting worried, so let's go, okay?" Thomas said quickly.

All the sides nodded and quickly sunk out and into Deceit's room.

As they rose up, they realized Deciet wasn't there, which was very odd. They started searching around the room, not seeing him anywhere. Virgil decided to check the private bathroom. He immediately regrets it.

Virgil stumbled out of the bathroom, tears streaming down his face and his breathing labored. He forced himself to keep going, grabbing Remus and dragging him to the bathroom. There they find their boyfriend, very pale and head under water.

Virgil finds the closest wall to sit down and lean against, quickly slipping into a panic attack. Remus swore loudly, shouting to the other sides to come into the bathroom, before rushing to Virgil to calm him down.

"Hey, hey Virge, look at me. Virge I need you to look at me," Remus said calmly, although he felt like breaking down right then and there.

Virgil looked at Remus with wide eyes, panic and sadness written clearly over his features.

"Hey hey hey. It's going to be okay. I promise. Can I touch you? I promise it'll be okay. Can I touch you?" Remus said softly. The others were already in the bathroom, for some reason staring at Remus and Virgil instead of Deceit's corpse in the tub. They all looked surprised at how softly Remus was speaking to Virgil.

Virgil didn't seem to notice the other sides and Thomas, silently nodding at Remus. Remus grabbed Virgil's hand and placed it on his chest, willing his heart to calm down.

"Just copy my breathing, okay?" Remus said, taking a deep breath.

Virgil nodded, attempting to imitate Remus's breathing. After a couple moments Virgil could copy Remus. After Virgil's panic attack ended, he fully broke down sobbing. Remus pulled Virgil into a tight hug, letting the latter cry into his boyfriend's chest.

"I just- I can't- Why- why would he do this?" Virgil sobbed. "Didn't he care about- about us?"

Remus just rocked gently, letting tears slip from his eyes. After a couple minutes Virgil finally stopped crying, and Remus pulled away.

"I'm going to get up. Would you like help up, too?" Remus said softly. Virgil only nodded, letting Remus pull him up off the ground.

Virgil quickly pulled away from Remus's grasp, searching the bathroom for some sort of sign as to why Deceit's would leave them. After only a couple of moments of searching, he found notes for all of them.

He handed all of the sides their papers. Virgil and Remus got a note assigned to both of them. It explained why he killed himself, the pain he had to deal with, and how much he loved them both. After reading it, both sides were almost sobbing and glaring at the other sides. They had all finished reading their notes, and the only other one who had any tears was Thomas.

Patton seemed guilty, but not sad. Logan seemed impassive, but you could see some confusion in his face. Almost as if he was confused as to how to feel. Roman was the only one showing sadness, but it was barely there. He clearly didn't care, he was just sad he couldn't "save the damsel in distress".

Thomas was the only one who was showing any genuine sadness. He was clearly heartbroken over the loss of his deceitful side. Although his presence made Thomas feel a bit uneasy, he wanted to get to know Deceit, and see what the side was passionate about, what he loved, how he did things. Thomas was truly upset.

Virgil and Remus were enraged. How could none of them care that they killed one of the best sides in Thomas's mind?

Patton looked at Virgil, the latter's face slowly turning red from rage.

"Hey kiddo, why don't you just calm down?" Patton said softly, like he was talking to a scared animal.

"I am not your kiddo!" Virgil shouted, his tempest tongue flaring, making the other sides flinch. "You all killed my boyfriend. I will never ever forgive any of you. And when the new deceit shows up, you better treat him with the highest respect, or I will let Remus out on all of you. You will regret what you did, and that's a promise." Virgil finished and left the room and pulled a seething Remus with him, leaving the other three sides in a terrified and remorseful silence.

As Deceit had said in his letters, a new Deceit appeared within a week. Virgil broke down crying the first time he saw the newly formed side, and the light sides were forced to watch as Remus helped him. Ever since Virgil snapped at them, he'd been avoiding them like the plague.

The light sides greeted the new deceit with open arms, just like Virgil had told them. They didn't need Remus attacking them since Virgil was already affecting by avoiding them and giving them anxiety. He was staying true to his word and making them regret ever treating Deceit badly. The only time Virgil would talk to them was during videos.

The new deceit was happy, and that's all that mattered.

idk how to end this so thats it.

[yoonchrisgull]

Alpha’s little wolf | pjm (2)

-> Synopsis: Your mind stutters dysfunctionally and you slowly take a step back.

Your brother gets abruptly cut of by a low growl, and everyone’s attention lured towards the alpha announcing his claim.

“Mate.”

-> Pairing: alpha jimin x omega reader

-> Genre: romance . Fluff . Smut (in future chapters)

-> Words: 10k

-> Chapters: preview - 1 - 2-  3

-> Warning: Biting, marking, nightmares, horror (honestly half of this book is a horror wolf au shit), possessive and controlling alpha acts, cookie monsters ;) reader is a girl crush tbh

-> About: Jimin is a bad bitch, reader is an even bigger bad bitch, seriously you’ll fall in love with the reader’s character, lots of magic shit, taehyung is a handsome creep, lots of horror, reader and Jimin are soft for each other (later on) brother Hobi cause why not, kook is a bun bun with a man bun, possessive jimin, lots of romance and understatement, this is the good shit, you won’t regret reading it…

-> In: Narrative POV, Third person POV

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Y/n enters thought the kitchen door and halts the second moment she’s faced with two broad shoulders who’s the owner was walking around the counter, cooking.

She stares before hurriedly walking up to the male. “Jin-shii, What are you doing?”

Jin turns his head around and passes her a smile. “Cooking.”

“You are our guest. Let me.” Y/n reaches her hand out towards the spatula he was using to stir the cooking pot but the male resists by pulling the object away from her.

“Let me do it today, Y/n. There is not even a single moment I have seen you resting.”

Y/n sighs, dropping her shoulders. “I can’t let you do this. At least let me help.”

Letting a guest work was not just against her parents’ laws but the pack too.

Werewolves were not just strick on their rules but they were also known for serving their guest the best.

Jin glance at her before nodding. “Help me by slicing those vegetables.”

Y/n hums and walk up to the already washed material and started slicing them.

“I must say Y/n, you have great taste in your hands.” Jin compliments, adding red chilli pepper into the pot that he had already chopped.

The woman smiles slightly. “Thank you. Oppa said you are also good at cooking.”

Jin chuckles at that. “Good, he said? I’m the best.”

Y/n purse her lips to stop herself from giggling.

‘Well…that’s something.’

“Honestly saying, little hope. You have good control and grip over yourself and the people that are attached to you. Jimin has a great challenge to look after in the future.” Jin glance at her, amusement immediately filling his eyes when she roughly chops into the carrot at the mention of her mate.

“You don’t like him, huh.” He chuckles.

Y/n sighs, stopping her chopping session to turn to the male. “There is no feeling on that. I don’t like him, neither do I hate him.”

Jin stares right back at her, nodding his head slowly as he fully acknowledges her. “Smart girl.”

“Indeed.” A voice diffuses from behind and reflects from the walls towards their ears.

Y/n mood fully drops at the presence, yet she felt her wolf’s nose twitching at the smell of blueberries that comes inside with the person.

She turns around and finds her, oh so graceful mate smiling at her in amusement. “I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Jimin hums, pretending to think for a second before suddenly smiling. He leans away from the door and walks up to her, stuffing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Almost. But I like you a little bit more.”

Y/n tilts her head and smile sarcastically at him. “That’s a huge pleasure from the alpha.”

“You should be, little wolf. I hold a big place.” Jimin holds his head high.

“You should be too. You’re gifted with a species that is more rear than an alpha, like yourself.” Y/n walks closer to him.

Jimin clenches his jaw, yet continues to smile. “A rear species that has an end choice of only a beta. How shameful.”

“Shameful it is to be greedy. My brother still holds more respect and orders than you.”

“Just kiss already.” Jin grins from the side, head held between his hands as he rests himself on the counter.

Both mates snap their heads towards him then back at each other.

Y/n immediately backs away when she notices the small gap between them and clears her throat.

Jimin stays standing in his place, staring intensely at her.

His hands twitch.

If he could, he would pull her right into him without giving a single damn about her choice and wish.

“If you think you will get out of my grasp then you’re wrong.” The future alpha grits out.

“And if you think you can stop me then you’re in the wrong place.” Y/n snaps right back, turning back and continuing with her given job, all the while ignoring his standing presence.

He will never stop her from pursuing her dreams.

They wouldn’t be here if he had acted a little bit mature, but no, he choose the wrong way of approaching her.

She would have given her best to maintain their bond and relationship if he had allowed her to go her own way.

But no.

He followed her and he held and used his dominance over her, clearly showing her that she was just a woman and holds the same old place of taking care of his pups.

She won’t let him think that. She won’t let any of those males think that.

She will declare them wrong and show them that a female is as powerful as a male.

-

“So tell me, son, how’s your bonding been with Y/n?” Mr Jung questions to the sitting male opposite of him.

Y/n immediately cease her mouth from chewing the food she had prepared with Jin.

‘Great! Nothing is left to talk about these days.’

Jimin smiles fully at the elder and that might be the only time she has seen him genuine.

She has to admit, even if he was a complete asshole, he was careful with her family.

Well…except Hoseok.

“It’s going great. I’ve missed her so much.” Jimin answers, completely ignoring the glare that Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“I don’t get this part. How come you suddenly confess to her when that was the first time you met her?” Mrs Jung questions this time, her brows furrowed.

Y/n hides a smile and turns her head towards Jimin, raising her brows, she also waits for an answer.

It’s all his fault if he got caught. He’s the one who keeps on digging his grave deeper.

Strangely, Jimin still puts on a smile. “I have heard a lot about her from Hoseok Hyung. You can say that’s how I fell for her. She, on the other hand, seem to like me a lot from the beginning for some reason. She accepted me the moment I confessed.”

Y/n parts her lips, feeling everyone’s attention fix towards her for confirmation.

Her eyes remained emotionless yet she was screaming inside her head.

‘Asshole.’

Humiliation shows up to the other eyes by a pink blush over her cheeks and she had never wanted to kill someone so much in her entire existence.

Every pore of her body seethes in anger and Jimin felt it all in him.

She has to say something or else her parents will pick up that something was indeed wrong.

Y/n turn to her parents and pass them a small smile and nods, confirming his so-called story.

Thankfully, everyone goes back to their dishes, some knowing more but preferring to stay silent.

She drops her head towards her plate, her knuckles turning white from where she had closed her hand tightly into a fist.

She felt tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t weak.

But she felt ashamed.

What would her parents think? That she just accepted the male without even knowing him. That she was so desperate that she said yes to someone she met for the first time.

Heck! He wasn’t even there. He never visited them from the beginning.

A hand immediately takes a hold of her clenched fist and hide it down under the table.

Shock immediately runs past her veins in small tickles and she pulls her hand away from the holder.

She opens her fist, the now broken chopstick falling to the ground with a soft thud.

She turns to her left and watches with wide eyes as Taehyung sips his soup, acting as if he had not just jerked her clenched hand under the table.

She almost forgot about him. He had claimed the seat next to her the moment he saw it empty.

And to make it harder, she felt his stare throughout the whole time they all had sit down to eat.

Her fingers twitch and she felt her wolf perking up her ears and sitting up in her front paws in confusion.

He had just touched her, nothing more, nothing less.

Then why does she feels like this?

-

Y/n stares up at the ceiling, the light provided by the moon being the only second presence inside her room.

She felt puzzled.

What was happening?

Seven men have suddenly shown up in their house, one of them being her brother that she hasn’t seen for seven years.

She was happy to see Hoseok, but the same amount of disturbance was also felt towards the other six men.

She felt uncomfortable in her own house.

And that was probably not because of one of them turning out to be her mate.

Not at all.

There was this weird aura around them. They all felt so unapproachable and strange.

They screamed danger and she doesn’t want herself being connected with any of them.

Especially with the strange himself, Kim Taehyung.

She has only communicated with him once and her senses were instantly alarming her to stay away from him.

In many ways, he confuses her.

His lingering dark shiny gaze, his intake of deep breaths when she whips past him or the way he simply was, mysterious.

No matter how difficult Jimin was to understand or what his plans were, his motives were quite clear.

He wanted to bury her down, want her submitting herself to him.

But this man, he just had planned she didn’t want to even know.

And for a fact, she was also aware that his plans revolved around her.

And today was just a trailer of what might happen in the future.

The sudden skinship from him scared her for a second.

It was just so fast, and that shock that went up her spine also left her speechless.

His touch distracted her so much that she didn’t even finish her food and left the dinner table early.

She hated it.

She doesn’t want him to touch her like that ever again.

A knock on her door brings her back from her train of thoughts, causing her to flinch slightly at the sudden sound.

She snaps her head towards the door and watches with confusion as it knocks again.

With furrow brows, she sits up in her bed.

“Who would be up at this time?….” She mumbles, getting down from her comfort zone and walking towards the door.

The door knocks one more time before she clicks it open, only to find no one outside.

She looks around the front before leaning her head out of the door to stare down at the dark little hallway.

Her eyes catch the pink fabric of Vi’s pyjamas as the little girl turn to another hallway, leading to the living room.

Y/n completely skips her room and starts to walk after her.

“Vi!” She calls but the little girl was long gone to another hallway to listen to the elder.

Why was she knocking on her door? Let alone, why is she still up?

She turns the hallway and walks some steps before turning to the living room.

Her body immediately halts when her eyes land on the figures that sat around the living room, seeming to be in a serious discussion.

They all turn to silence and turn their head at her when the smell of her feminine scent hits their senses.

Y/n trail her eyes to each one of their faces, finding only her brother missing.

She does not question their sudden meet up at the middle of the night and just gets to the point. “Where’s Vi?”

All the males just stare at her in confusion and Yoongi mumbles out. “Sleeping.”

She turns her eyes towards him and speaks. “I just saw her turning the hallway. She came this way.”

Yoongi immediately meets the middle of his brows at the information and Jimin states out.

“Don’t worry your pretty mind, little wolf. She’s probably sleeping.”

She ignores his words, not even bothering a little bit to turn towards him.

A frown takes over her lips before her ears perks up at the voice of soft thuds.

Horror hits her guts and her head turns blank for a second.

Realization immediately runs through her face and she whips her head towards the other dark hallways that cleared a path to upstairs.

“Shit!” She mumbles before breaking into a sprint towards the said hallway.

Jimin is the first one to jerk himself up from the single couch and run after her sudden outburst before the others follow after him too.

“Y/n.” He calls, running after her figure that’s now climbing up the stairs.

‘Goddamn, this woman. How is she so fast?’

Y/n breath furiously, her mind having the only mission to get to the still thudding sound that came from upstairs, from her young sister.

She turns the left corner and halts for a second before yelling out. “Vi!”

She runs towards the half-opened door and barge inside the room.

Her heart thumps in horror when she finds her younger sister’s back turned towards her while she continuously hit her forehead against the closed door of the closet.

Jimin runs in right after Y/n and stops in his track when he takes in the scene before him.

“Vi…” Y/n whispers before slowly walking towards the small figure of her sister.

It doesn’t take the other males a second to invade the space of the small room and stare with confusion at the act from the small soon to be grown female.

Y/n sits down on her knees next to Vi and stare at her with worry as the younger continues to bump her head to the closet’s door, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep.

“Baby..” Y/n calls out to the younger with a soft voice, raising one of her hand and placing it on the place the younger was hitting her forehead continuously.

“Vi. It’s okay. Let’s go to bed. Hmm.” She grabs the little girl from the small of her back and guides her away from the closet.

The younger follows, her mind and body dizzy from sleep as she lets herself welcoming her elder sister’s arms who then picks her up.

Y/n secure Vi in her arms and turns towards the males that have been watching them silently.

“What happened here, stays here.” She states, trailing her eyes over every male’s present in the room before she carries the little girl out of the room.

Jimin scowls after Y/n whips past him and for the first time, he allows himself to look around the room.

The room has dusted over. No source of light wrench the walls except the light coming from the moon.

A big dollhouse was placed in the middle of the room, a small bed placed right beside it.

From the look of it, the room belonged to a kid.

But why was the room looked so dark and warn out?

And how come he has not seen this room before.

Since the day they all have arrived, this room was locked and he has seen no one entering or exiting the room.

“What was that?” He hears Jungkook mumbling, the scene still fresh in his mind.

Jin frowns, taking a step towards the big dollhouse. “She might be sleepwalking.”

“Who fucking does that?” Yoongi speaks up from behind them, his concern directed towards Vi’s unusual behaviour.

As long as he remembers, Vi has never mentioned about sleepwalking to him.

Jimin directs his eyes towards the elder and blinks in amusement.

It still leaves him in awe at how that little human has succeeded in getting inside Yoongi’s comfort zone. She had managed to make him laugh without even doing much.

This family is indeed special and holds many unspoken secrets.

Just like this one.

And it was leaving them puzzled.

Footsteps make them turn their head towards the slightly open door, watching as Y/n appears at the opening again.

She motions her hand for them to skip out of the room, a key dangling in one of her finger.

Looking around the room one last time, they do as they are told.

Y/n shuts the door and locks it with the key immediately.

Jimin who was standing next to her, furrowing his brows. “Why are you locking it?”

“Someone died in there.” Y/n speaks forwardly, making the male’s eye go wide.

“What?” Jin questions caught off guards.

“What is there to hide? You’ll find out anyway.” Y/n turns to them and states out.

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.”

With that, she whips past them and turns the corner towards her room.

The future alpha and betas stand confused there, the words of the female lingering around their minds.

The silence hovering around them is cut off by a knock.

And followed by another.

They all turn towards the locked door.

Another knock voices out.

“How….?” Jungkook trails off, staring at the closed door which just has been knocked on.

This can’t be real, right?

This just can’t be.

-

The first thing Y/n does the next morning is to carry her steps towards the only culprit to get some answers.

However, the moment she enters through her sister’s room, she forgets all her inquiries when she’s faced with worry and panic that was plastered on Mira’s face.

The soon to be grown woman jumps at the presence of her sister and hurriedly walks up to her, pushing the door of her room slightly to close it.

“Unnie!” She worries out, pulling Y/n towards her bed and whispers out. “I lost my key. I can’t find it anywhere.”

Y/n widens her eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost it?”

Mira’s eyes well up in tears and she felt her ears slowly turning red in fear. “I don’t know. It was with me, right near my chest. But when I woke up, I couldn’t feel the necklace around my neck.”

Y/n breaths out in worry. “Did you search everywhere?”

The younger nods furiously. “Everywhere. Even inside that room.”

The elder furrow her brows in confusion. “Inside the room? How did you get in?”

She remembers locking the door last night.

“It was open when I went there this morning. I even found Vi playing around there.” Mira explains, recalling how she caught the little girl playing alone inside the room.

“No no no..” Y/n shakes her head, running a hand down her face.

“This can’t be. I closed that damn door last night.”

Mira frowns. “It was open when I went there…..Did you went in there?”

Y/n scowls. “I found Vi there. She was sleepwalking last night.”

Mira purse her lips. “Again…”

Y/n sighs, staring at her sister who seems to be too into her panic to think properly.

“You do know that key was given to you for a reason. How will papa react?”

Mira bits her nails. “I don’t know… I’m so scared.”

Y/n drops her shoulders, her mind in a chaotic mess as even she was blank at the moment to come up with an idea.

“Okay.” She nods, grabbing hold of Mira’s shoulders. “Listen, I’ll take care of that matter and look after the door. In the meantime, you search for the key.”

Mira purse her lips, staring at her sister who tries to calm her down.

How did so much happened?

Her father gave her that key for a reason and she had done just what will make him disappointed.

Other than that, that room was best if it was locked away.

Not good memories were connected to it.

Mira nods, a tear falling off her eye in both worries yet a little comfort that was provided by her sister.

“I have my key with me, so I’ll go lock it, hmm.” Y/n racks a hand through her hair and sighs out.

That room has been locked for years. Not even Vi was lingering around it anymore.

How is this happening all of a sudden? Especially after the arrivals of the males in the house.

The key was always stuck to Mira. Her not finding it is just so confusing.

Moreover, this loss is also concerning.

That room has to be locked all the time and for that, she and Mira were to look after it.

The weight on Mira’s shoulders was heavy and Y/n was just given the key in case of an emergency.

And since nothing like this ever happened, this situation was highly concerning.

And for some fact, Y/n may know who has the key.

-

“Hey.”

Y/n flinches when Jungkook suddenly shows up behind her.

“You scared me.” She breathes out, hands fisting the shirt she was folding.

The male cheerlessly grins and scratch the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

Y/n smiles back lightly and straightens Hoseok’s white shirt again and starts folding it.

“You’re always working.” Jungkook points out, leaning his back against the counter Y/n was ironing the clothes on.

The female smiles at his curiousness. “I like working.”

Jungkook raises his brows in surprise. “You’re the first one to ever say that. Are we perhaps burdening you?”

Y/n folds Vi’s skirt and shakes her head. “You aren’t. I have to keep myself busy while I wait for my college selections. There isn’t much to do here.”

Jungkook hums and folds his arms over his chest. “I heard you choose law.”

After receiving a nod from the female, he questions. “What if Jimin Hyung does not allow you to? I mean, in the packs, females aren’t allowed to take la–”

“I’ll take whatever I want to take.” Cutting him off, the female turns to stare at him in the eye. “It’s my future, not his.”

Jungkook blinks caught off guards and parts his lips in a scowl. “Why do you hate him so much?”

Y/n resumes back to her work of folding. “I never said I hate him. I don’t even know him that well.” She speaks, eyes fixed on her work. “I just don’t like how he has approached me.”

Jungkook stares at her face and bites his lips. “I understand that. He did choose the wrong approach. But it’s also not his fault… I mean, he’s an alpha. He is born dominating and possessive.”

“He is a little bit too much obsessed. I would have happily worked this out with him, but he’s not letting me.” The female turns her head at the male. “He’s constantly lying to my parents. How can I support someone like him?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at her words and he fully acknowledge her when agreeing along. “You’re a brave woman, I will say that. You can stand up for yourself and that’s pretty admiring. Especially for the betas and alphas like us. We like strong females.”

“Thanks.” Y/n smiles at his words and immediately notice the blush curving the apple of his cheeks. “You’re the first one to say that.”

Jungkook hides away his eyes with the dark tips of his hair, feeling extremely flustered for being so straightforward.

If it was in front of the other males, he would have been red tomato from all the teasing they throw at him.

But in this case, the female did not do that and he was glad.

Another question suddenly hits him and he looks up at her busy figure, silently folding the clothes and re-ironing the areas that have slightly scrunched up.

In many ways, he’s starting to admire her. Especially after this talk.

This night can be his first-ever approach and their first conversation, but he found many reasons to admire her.

His questions were bugging, sudden and even personal, but not even a single crease pass her forehead, nor did she frown at him.

He doesn’t know why he found her so hard to approach at first and now he regrets not stepping in before.

“Y/n.” He carefully calls and the female hums sweetly.

He gulps at her act and lets out the question that has been tickling him in the tip of his tongue. “What was all that last night?”

Y/n’s hands slow down a little and the male immediately regrets his words.

Maybe he’s getting too personal. She did say that someone died there. What else does he want to hear?

The female trails a hand over the black shirt and speaks. “Vi used to…well is sleeping walking at nights. It just scared me a little since she hasn’t done that in a while.”

Jungkook keeps his eyes focused on the black shirt she was playing with and questions again. “What about that room? Who does it belong too?”

The female dugs her nails into the fabric and mumbles out. “It was Vi’s room.” And her pointed nails rip apart some of the material of the shirt.

Jungkook blinks and stares at her hands as they straighten the shirt and fold it away.

The shirt that was oh so familiar. The shirt that belongs to Jimin.

-

Y/n climbs up the stairs to get to the third floor and turns to the hallway.

Her footsteps halt as she trails her eyes all over the dark little path.

A room only decorated the whole long hall and its door was slightly creak open.

A lump forms in her throats and she immediately gulps it down at the sights.

She remembers locking the door just this morning and now it’s open again.

She racks a hand through her hair and takes a step towards the room.

Slow and hesitant steps carried her towards the door and all the while she felt the temperature drop further as each step she took.

Once in front of the door, her hand dips inside her pocket and takes out the key she had for the lock.

However, before she could pull it out, a giggle erupts from inside the room and she completely freezes.

Her eyes snap up at the door and numbness suddenly attacks the bones of her leg.

The giggle was all too familiar.

It was small, carefree and was a giggle left by a small kid’s mouth.

The only small figure around the house was Vi’s and the voice which just came from inside did not belong to her.

For more facts, Vi never giggles.

This was definitely someone else.

She hurriedly grabs the doorknob and push it towards herself and close the door with a thud.

She then works on locking the door while feeling the goosebumps in her hands raise.

Successfully locking the door firmly, she works her way out of the hallway.

She turns and tries her best to carry her numb legs and dizzy mind out of the floor but to no avail, her pace was slower than the forced she had released from her body.

Fear crawls up the pale skin of her figure and her hands tightens around the key to prevent it from dropping.

This might be a moment of panic but she can’t loose her mind over it.

As she literally drag her legs towards the staircase and down at the floor, she could clearly hear and feel someone’s steps and breath behind her.

And the most confusing part was that it also seems to be in as much panic.

With much difficulty she climbs down some stairs before thankfully gaining her legs back at the end.

The female does not wait another moment and dash away to the ground floor when given the chance.

Her heart beats fast in fear and panic, her eyes shaking and she comes to a halt the moment she turns away from the stairs at the ground floor.

Her eyes catch another familiar once and her heart starts to beat fast for a totally different reason.

Her wolf, like usual, immediately perks up and calls out to her mate and she don’t resist it this time.

She can now hundred percent say that this is the first time she’s so glad to see Jimin.

The male tilts his head to the side and the mischief that shined through his eyes drains away the moment he saw her expressions.

Instead his brows furrows and Y/n’s stomach is suddenly hit with the feeling of concern.

She blinks at his expression and reads the clearly written concern in the male’s eyes.

Just for her.

He was the one who was concerned for her and she can feel it.

Jimin stares at his mate who had suddenly appeared from the staircase and the shaking of her eyes and her body has stopped him from throwing a tease remark at her.

“Jimin.” The way his name rolled out of her tongue so breathless makes his breath hitched in his throats.

This is the first time she has said his name, and the fact that it was called out with the force of such helplessness and softness at the moment made him clinch his fist to control that familiar temptation that was her.

“Are you alright?” He breaths out and for the first time, it felt like they were having a normal conversation.

Y/n nods slowly yet the truth was written all over her face.

She was scared and he could see and feel that clearly.

He trail his eyes towards the stairs that were born in the north, the case that took an individual to the third floor where that room was.

His eyes turns wide in realization and he turns to her.

“Don’t be scared… I’m here.” He smiles slightly.

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes and her shoulders relax a little at the comfort he showed in his.

She looks away and awkwardly nods, hand rubbing her right arm to warm herself up a little.

“What were you doing upstairs?” He questions softly.

Y/n purse her lips and replies. “I was checking in the door.”

Jimin nods, eyes averting everywhere. “Was it locked?”

Y/n shakes her head. “It wasn’t.”

Jimin looks up at her and furrow his brows. “Did someone went in?”

“It’s always unlocks in it’s own these days.” The female sighs and drops her hand.

At this point, there was no hiding since they already saw what took place last night.

Jimin stares at the distressed look that pass his mate’s features. “Has Vi always sleep walked?”

Y/n parts her lips at his curiousness. “She used to…once.”

Jimin acknowledge her words with a nod. “Don’t worry. Yoongi hyung said he’ll take care of her today.”

Y/n snaps her gaze at him. “He don’t have to. I’ll take care of her.” The sentence might have sounded angry but the way each words left her lips was soft as a whisper, as if she was beyond tired.

Jimin shakes his head. “At least trust him. He won’t even look away from her.”

Y/n drops her shoulders at that, staring at his face that clearly knew that she did not trust him one bit.

How could she? Even he knew that she would never.

He has been feeding her family with lies since the beginning.

A shiver went down her spine when a cold wind hits the small of her back and the male notices.

However before he could open his mouth, another raspy voice cuts him off.

“Cold?”

Both turns towards the living room door and watch as Taehyung walks in.

He reaches out a cloth towards her and Y/n immediately recognize the wool.

It was her sweater she always wears around the house to keep her body warm.

How did he even get it?

She looks up at his face and immediately looks away when she finds those dazed eyes drilling a hole into her.

She reach out and grabs the cloth but does not wear it.

God knows what he might have done to it.

She hangs it into her arm and murmers. “You shoulder retire to your rooms. It’s getting late.”

With that she turns to leave but stops again when the newly entered male voices out. “The key.”

Y/n turns to him in confusion.

“The key.” He points out again, eyes pointing towards the ground.

Y/n follows his gaze and finds the key to the door on the ground.

Her eyes widens and she hurriedly ducks down to pick it up.

When did she let it slide though her fingers? She had been grasping it as if her life depends on it.

She clinches it into her fist and whispers. “Good night.” Glancing last time at her mate, she turns and skips out from the living room.

Jimin eye twitches and he turns to the other male when Y/n is out of the living room.

“You’re crossing you lines, Taehyung.” He grits out in anger.

Taehyung smiles at him. “And what lines am i passing, Park Jimin?”

Jimin furrows his brows in an angry narrow. “She’s my mate.”

Taehyung smirks. “And if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even met her, let alone be by her side”

-

He held her close, closer to his chest, stealing her away and caging her inside his beating heart.

She whimpers, her small palms fisting his shirt around his shoulders.

She was in pain. He knew that really well cause he felt it.

Her head was resting on the side of his head, her raging breath hitting his cheeks like a soft caress.

She was sitting in his lap, his arms around her in a way that made her feel protected.

“J-Jimin..” She whines again, the beating of her each pulse screaming at him in many ways.

“It’s alright, little wolf….” He rasp, coughing out the crimson liquid that has filled up his throats. “It won’t hurt much. Just close you eyes. I’ll protect you.”

His lingering fingers gently move her hair out of the sight of her shoulder, revealing her neck and her shoulders blades.

The milky soft skin flush red at the attention given by the male and Jimin gulps at just the sight of it.

He could literally see the blood running at a rapid speed inside her and he could not help but imagine the taste.

But he was not doing this to mark her, nor was he in a love making session with her. He was doing this to save her.

Her blood has been poisoned and he have to save her. He have to gulp the blood out of her.

It wasn’t long when he finally sink his sharp teeth in her skin, a whine leaves her lips just as a growl leaves his, her hot dark colored blood pouring in his mouth in a free spray.

The sweetness of her blood was taken over by the bitterness of the liquid that was killing her, but she was still there, he could smell it.

His head spins in euphoria, his throats blocking the way of gulping the blood down.

He has to spit it out.

But he can’t. He don’t want to.

Time passes by like a strong wind around them but to them, it was slow.

Her body has melted away in his arms, her eyes close to shutting down in drain, or maybe forever if he didn’t stop.

He has already drink too much and by the way he was gulping her dry, there was no doubt that he had drunk the poisonous blood too.

“Stop….” Her last breath speaks in a mumble and like he has just woken up from a deep sleep, his mind snaps awake and he immediately pulls away.

His eyes turns wide as it all slowly hit him.

He lost control, again.

“Y/n!” Bewildered, he calls, patting her cheeks lightly to wake her up.

But to no avail, she stays silence.

Tears well up in his eyes, lips parting for a chocking breath.

“No no! Y/n! Wake up, please..please. You’re safe now.” Like a river, the droplets of his tears fall down his cheeks, mouth salivating as everything slowly register in his foggy head.

“Please…”

She’s dead.

“Wake up..”

He killed her.

-

As if weight of a heaviest element has just been picked up from over his body, he doesn’t waits a mer second to sit up.

A gasp leaves him, heavy sighs leaving his lips as sweat coated his face and body in a thin sheet.

His wavering eyes looks around and he slowly realize that he’s still inside his dark room.

The first thing that alert his mind is to check on the female that has been an almost cause of his heart attack.

He skips out of his bed and soon his room with hurried steps, not even caring a slightest bit that he was only in his pants.

Racking a rough hand through his hair, he enters the hallway where her room was born.

He literally sprints towards it and rests his forehead against the door. His sense enlighten and he waits for that heart beat that is always in sync with his.

Relief is a small word to name the emotion that went through him when he finally picks up that beat, the soft melodic beat of a heart of the woman he called his mate.

Her peaceful breath instantly calm down his senses and almost sway him in a sleep with each raise of her chest.

And that is when he fully calms down.

She’s safe and alive.

He almost lost control there.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if all of this was to be real.

But it was all a dream, or more like a worse nightmare.

“Jimin hyung?”

He pulls his forehead away from the closed door and turns his head towards the start of the hall.

Jungkook stands there with his brows furrowed, quiet confused at the situation of finding the male, shirtless, leaning against his mate’s door.

Jimin completely leans away from the door when he makes sure that Y/n’s still inside and slowly walks towards the younger male.

“Is everything alright?” Jungkook questions, still blank about the situation.

“Everything is fine.” Jimin nods, his eyes automatically trailing down the latter’s arm till his fisted hand.

He halts a little in his steps when his gaze lends on the edge of the key that was fisted in Jungkook’s palm.

“Where did you get that?” He questions, his eyes fixed on the object he has seen Y/n carrying around with her all the time.

It was the key of the room they were told sternly not to enter.

Jungkook seems to tense up at his questions. “Oh this. I found this lying around in the kitchen. I’ll give it to Y/n in the morning.” Telling him that, he hurriedly puts the small object inside his jeans pocket.

Jimin eyes him for a minute and finally nods, pulling his eyes away from him.

“I’ll leave now. Goodnight.” Jungkook smiles slightly and turns around to leave toward his room.

Jimin glance back at the room and then back to the front again.

Why are some people so full of secrets?

He sighs and starts walking towards his room.

She’s safe and that is what matter right now.

He has to be careful now, even from himself.

-

“Unnie, it hurts.” Vi whines, rubbing an eye with her small fisted hand as the other held her favorite plushie close to her chest.

Y/n’s eyes softens and she reach out a hand to grab a hold of the little girl. “What hurts?”

“Everything.” The little girl mumbles, her lips trembling upside down as her eyes were halfway open.

The grown woman holds her closer to her body, her heart pinching in pain at the sight of her little sister’s condition.

“It’s alright, baby. You will get better soon. Let’s get you to bed, hm.” Y/n circles her arms tightly around her waist, ready to pick the little one up.

However, she halts at the words that leaves Vi’s mouth the next moment.

“I saw a dream.”

It was a soft mumble, almost a whisper but Y/n caught on.

Her brows instantly furrows. “A dream?”

When the little one nods, Y/n tries to go in further on the topic  "Mind telling me what it was about?“

Vi stays silence for a minute, as if collecting all the floating thoughts from many parts of her exhausted brain.

“I saw Jimin oppa.” She finally speaks, head tilting to the side.

Y/n’s frown deepens at the information.

'Jimin?’

“He was crying and a woman was lying on his lap and she was bleeding.”

Y/n listens carefully, her words echoing in her mind. “A woman..?”

Her expressions instantly change, many emotions hitting her at once.

'Another woman?’ Her mind screams again.

What was she expecting? Of course he’ll be crying for someone else.

She doesn’t deserve his tears. Not after what she has been doing.

The continues neglecting, the childish bickering and maybe all those glares she sent his way.

She doesn’t deserve him one bit. But then again, nor does he.

She blinks out of her daze and gulps the lump that forms in her throats.

She tries smiling at her and nods. “That’s just a dream, baby. Don’t bother with it so much.”

“But it felt so real..”

Y/n purse her lips. “A dream is never real until you make them. But that’s not possible cause you don’t seem passionate about it. Vi, i want you to tell me if you ever get a dream like this again.”

Vi’s half open eyes stare at her for some seconds before nodding away.

Y/n picks her up and adjust the little one on her shoulder. She then turns and climbs up the stairs towards her room.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

-

Y/n closes the door of Vi’s room after she succeeded on making the little one fall asleep.

It was hard. She was in pain and Y/n didn’t have the heart to keep her up even more so she had to sneak in some of her wolf instincts to make her fall sleep.

She drops her shoulders in exhaustion and stand there for a minute.

Everything was slowly getting hard and unbearable.

She didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was drowning, slowly, painfully and no one is there to save her, to get her out of that deep ocean.

“Y-Y/n.”

She’s brought back to her sense from a shaking voice from her side and she turns to look at the culprit.

She instantly frowns at the sight before her.

“Taehyung?”

-

Jimin jerks up from his bed again the same night, sweat coating him like usual.

He racks a hand through his hair and immediately hangs his legs out of the bed, going to check on the female who would not let him breath for a single second.

He saw it again, the same dream he had the other night.

Every details was the same, however this time, a hunched figure of a wolf bared his sharp teeth at them, it’s mouth dripping with red crimson blood.

He knew that figure, so well that even his bones screamed at him to cradle his mate closer to his chest to protect her from those dark intentions of many.

The light grey fur he was so used to seeing, he even knew how many hair that wolf had in his body by all the time he had spend with him.

This makes him fasten his pace even more, his legs literally running towards the door.

He release a sigh of relief the moment his eyes lands on the door and his wolf stretch his lower body over his front paws to ready himself to pounce at anyone who dare touch his mate.

Jimin place a hand on the door and lightens his ears to catch that one heart beat that sync with his and his only, or that softly inhaled breath that always made his own breath hitch in his throats.

He waits a second and another second, but to no avail, he hears nothing.

Horror immediately drowns on him, his face turning terrified.

He can’t hear anything, nor feel her presence.

She’s not inside.

He gasps, the air lumping in his air pipe and making it hard for him to breath.

The oxygen fogs up his mind, fear and horror taking over each part of his brain and like a mad man, he turns the corner, his shaking and unsteady figure lost as his brain only screamed one mission.

'Y/n Y/n.’

She is not in her room.

It’s past midnight.

This house is almost haunted and is located in between a thick forest.

Where the fuck is she?

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.” Her once spoken words echo in his mind and his mind lost all the control he had over it.

“No no no… Y/n… where are you?” He whispers, his legs stumbling in the open-air yet he continues his pace.

He lightens his sense, closing his eyes, he inhales a deep breath, searching for the scent that felt like home to him.

His wolf instantly perks up and growls out when he picks up the almost fading scent, the scent that only belongs to Y/n.

He twists around and sprint towards and up the stairs that led him to the second floor.

As he got closer, the scent got stronger and he finally picked up the heartbeat he was so mindlessly searching for.

He comes to a stumbling halt in the hallway and his eyes lands on the only two doors that were born there.

The one-room that belongs to Taehyung and the other room belongs to Vi.

His fist clenches tightly.

'No fucking way.’

Anger suddenly seeps from every pore of his body, the thought of his mate inside Taehyung’s, his oh so loyal friend room alone leaves him irritated and pissed.

His heavy steps walk towards the door, but he gets confused when he doesn’t feel her warmth even closed to his door, let alone inside his room.

He stares at the door in confusion as he walks past it.

'She’s not inside.’ A sigh of relief dare escapes his lips.

And now that only leaves Vi’s room.

He steps up to the door and without single care that other people were currently sleeping, his fist pounds harshly against the door.

Hair a mess, like the condition of his heart, he continues to pounds on the door.

He only stops when the door finally swings open and he only waits for a mere second to see that irritated expression on his mate’s face before he launches forward and engulf her in a tight bear hug.

Relief passes through him instantly when he finally pressed her warmth against him.

“Oh Thank goddess, you’re fine.” Jimin mumbles, stuffing his nose in her hair and inhaling a deep breath.

The female stays shocked, bewildered by the situation as she’s practically flushed to the male.

“Where were you?” He suddenly pulls away, grabbing both her shoulders as he sternly looks at her. “I was worried sick.”

His voice raises even more as he talked and she immediately shushes him. “What is wrong with you? Vi’s sleeping.”

Jimin releases a breath and racks a hand through his messy hair. “You were not in your room. You fucking scared me there.”

Y/n stares at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes but she stays silent, simply because the look in his eyes match the expression on his face.

As he said, he was worried and his eyes scream the same.

He places a hand on his hip before passing her a glance. She stares back at him silently and it wasn’t late when he pulled her in a hug again, only this time, it was gentle.

Y/n purse her lips, hands curling around his shirt as she freely let him squeeze her into himself.

She didn’t know what was happening. He was suddenly so clingy.

He had been for days. Constantly asking where she was, what she was doing and even to the point to who she was with?

Of course, these questions left her annoyed, but even she knew how it felt like to not have a single clue as to where your mate was and if they were safe.

However, he displayed his possession openly while she preferred to keep them inside her, only asking Jungkook or Jin and that is even in private.

No matter how much she doesn’t like him, the bond of the mate left even the bravest of the wolves whimpering in their mate’s arms.

“Jimin..” She whispers right next to his ear and regrets it the second moment she feels him shudder against her.

He pulls her even closer and she instantly puts her palms over his chest to pull him away. “Jimin… I’m alright.”

She whispers again but he doesn’t let her, squeezing her even further if it was possible.

“Jimin, I said I’m alright.” She forcefully jerks away from him, her brows furrowed as she stares at him firmly.

Jimin, for what she never expected, actually shrinks away from her gaze, his head dropping to the floor.

Y/n’s eyes widen and a pang of guilt instantly hits her guts at his state.

Her eyes soften at the sight of his dropped and defeated shoulders, and her fingers twitch as her wolf whimpers for her to provide comfort to her mate.

“I’m here and I’m fine.” She speaks, watching as his head perks up lightly at her words so she continues. “I was watching over Vi since she couldn’t sleep. I was about to go back to my room.”

Jimin links his eyes with her and Y/n just wanted nothing more than to look away.

She simply could not stand there and watch her mate, who she always saw as a man full of mischief, be in such a vulnerable state.

He blinks, his plump lips parting in relief and content that she was nowhere but inside the safe four walls of her home.

He nods slightly, gulping down the lump that has formed in his throats.

If he could, he would have asked her permission if he could watch over her while she slept as well, just like how she has been doing to Vi, but even he knew where his boundaries end.

He knew she won’t like that and because of that, he asks her anyways to put her off.

The aura around them needed to change and teasing her right now is the only way.

“Go to your room, I’ll watch over you while you sleep.” He clears his throats and tries to makes his voice appear heavy but all that comes out a whisper.

Y/n stares at him blank as if knowing well what he was up to.

“Go to your room, Jimin.” She shakes her head but a small smile appears in her lips at his attempt to cheer the atmosphere up.

Jimin purses his lips, trying hard as to not break into a smile himself as he watches her turn and slowly close the door of Vi’s room behind her.

She turns around again and directs him with her hand towards the hallway and he imitates all her actions, reminding her that he was the male between them.

Y/n rolls her eyes and turn around to leave the hallways, a now smiling Jimin trailing behind her.

Well… that was all sudden and changing.

And in all these moments and silence, both of them missed the lingering figure hidden away in the other darkroom in the hall before the door shut close.

-

Jungkook rests himself next to his fellow alpha, smiling in greet when the male turns to him.

“Are you bored or are you just bored?” The little one questions, swinging his leg in unison with the elder male.

The male next to him scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I am always bored here.”

Jungkook tilts his head to him, raising a brow as he smiles playfully at the elder. “Believe it or not Hyung, we all know you love being here. Especially close to Y/n.”

The male purse his lips to hide any emotion that passes his face at the mention of his mate and instead, works on rolling his eyes. “Who knew I’ll be such an open book when it comes to her.”

Jungkook chuckles, nodding his head as his eyes wrinkles adorably from the corners of his eyes.

If he weren’t born in the family of the greatest of alpha’s, his other choice would probably have been in a bunnies hut.

I mean, the man looks just like a copy of a rabbit.

“You might be forgetting even King Kang ripped his heart out of his chest at the wish of his lawful mate. He was what you call the definition of whipped.” Jungkook recalls the great old story they all have heard since young and fragile and Jimin smiles lightly at the thought of himself ripping his own heart out of his ribcage at the wish of Y/n.

Will he do that? He’s not quite sure at the moment.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts and Jimin instantly notices the seriousness that lingers in his voice now.

He hums, turning his head to the youngest to give him the attention he seeks for.

“Y/n is… right in many of her reasons. What I did not expect from you was the worse approach you did towards her in the beginning. She’s really smart. She would have understood your reasons if you told them to her.”

Jimin listens, eyes not blinking as he remembers all the moment from the start. The horror that filled her pretty gaze the moment she lifted her gaze to meet his for the first time till the moment she ran off, thinking she’ll be safe if she’s away from him.

The female just needed freedom, the right to decided for herself. And that is what Jimin did not want her to do.

He was her mate and the alpha at that. He wanted her near him, not away from him.

“I fully understand what you were expecting, Gguk. But life turned upside down for me too when she ran off. At the moment, I just decided that was the best approach.”

An amused laugh leaves the younger’s lips and Jimin turns to see him shaking his head in disbelief. “No Hyung. That was not the case, that was never the case. You knew you’ll have her in your possession. You just wanted revenge. Don’t name the filth inside you for Hoseok Hyung the hatred you have for her freedom.” His words were quite harsh, spat even as his brows furrow in an angry arch.

Jimin watches in amusement at the scene, his cheeks swallowing up in a smile he was trying hard to control.

Did he appear selfish at the moment? Yes. But did the words spat by the younger hurt him? Yes. Definitely.

Jimin tries to pray the situation off, rolling his now dropping shoulders up to appear unbothered. “You know nothing, Ggu–”

“I know everything.” Jungkook cuts him off immediately, causing the elder to bit his lips. “What is wrong with us? We were not like this. We were never like this, from the beginning. You even turned your back on Tae Hyung. Had a fight in the middle of the forest with Hobi Hyung when no one knew. Do you realize how upset Y/n will get after finding that out? She’ll dislike you even more.”

Jimin stays silence and calm, hearing the words of the younger buzzing his ears.

He can speak up, he can defend himself. But he can’t.

He always appeared like he had prepared every answer and every solution to each question and matter, but in reality, he was speechless.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to.

He was completely and blindly lost.

No matter how much he tried denying all the words that left Jungkook’s lips in the past days, hearing them out felt like he was being hit by heavy bricks.

Cause for all Jungkook said and Jimin heard, they were all true.

But he had his reasons too. He was doing this for a reason and he won’t stop till he reaches the peak of his satisfaction.

“Taehyung has been getting too close to her lately.” Is the thing he whispers and Jungkook almost scoffs at his response.

After all, this is what Jimin always does, avoiding matters at hand.

“And you’re jealous.” Jungkook muses, going with the flow as he knew well how the elder was.

“Of course I am. She’s my mate.” Jimin admits without a single hesitation, like her being his mate was a big pride for him.

It was actually, a lot.

“You should sacrifice some, Hyung. Taehyung gave you something precious of him too. That’s some you can do for him in gratitude.” Jungkook mocks, head-bopping.

Jimin makes a face at his statement. “Where are they now?”

“They are baking. I don’t know how Hyung peruse her to do that. For all I have noticed, Y/n is quite hesitant towards him.” Jungkook informs, perking his lips out as he continues to swing his legs back and forth.

Jimin furrows his brows as a frown took over his lips.

'He just had to take that chance. Whatever she’s alone.’

“What you say, Hyung?” He turns his attention to the younger who’s eyes shined brightly in mischief. “Should we recall some memories?”

“Oh no.” Jimin twitches an eye as he picks up at what the younger was trying to say. “We are not doing that. At least not here.”

“Oh yes, we are.” Jungkook grins evilly, rubbing his hands together.

-

Y/n flicks the towel on her wet hair, body smelling fresh from the shower and skin shining from the thin sheet of droplets that still stick flushed against her.

She ambles towards the kitchen, her mind thankfully clicking the reminder in time to take the cookies out of the fridge that she had baked with Taehyung.

Yes, unbelievable. But she managed to get him to do some work other than him just staring at her.

Though no talk was made between them, Y/n was glad that he dropped the dark aura around him and she, for the first time, felt normal in his presence.

She enters the living room and walks towards the kitchen door while hanging the towel she used in one of the couch’s head.

Her eyes land naturally on the floor as her hand raise to open the sliding door but she immediately does a double-take at what greets her back.

Small little brown coloured crumbles lay on the floor, some lying flat while others dropped dead over one another.

Her brows furrow in confusion at the small sweet mess before her and before she could bend down to push away her confusion, she’s halted when her wolf ears pick up the small voices coming from inside the kitchen.

Her eyes flick up at the door and realization suddenly drowns on her. She instantly straightens her back and slides open the door.

She’s greeted with darkness and the whispers she has been hearing immediately comes to a halt.

Her hand raise towards the light switch and she turns it on the moment she feels the object in her fingertips, and what greets her in the light makes her mouth drops low to the ground.

Expecting to find Vi and Mira sneaking in to get some snacks from the fridge like this usually do, she’s left bewildered and shocked when she finds two grown males inside.

Two grown-ass males who were currently crouched down in front of an open fridge with their cheeks puffed from the cookies she made with Taehyung.

Their eyes stayed wide as if getting caused by their mother after doing something they were strictly told not to do.

Well.. this case was almost the same.

“Jungkook.” She yells in disbelief, a hand coming to rest on her hip as she stares hard at both the males.

“It was his idea.” The called male points his chocolate-coated finger at the second male with him, turning his back at the situation.

“Excuse me. This was your fucking idea.” Jimin turns threateningly at the younger, his cheeks pink and puffed from the sweet mouth-melting meal.

Y/n stares at both of them, her eyes screaming annoyance yet disbelief as she feels another presence entering the room from behind her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She heard Taehyung’s heavy voice whisper from behind and she would have long flinched away if she was not so shocked at the scene before her.

“Boys. Kids behaviour. Those took us hours to make.” She seethes out, eyebrow twitching and mouth turned into a scowl.

Jimin plops his butt down at the cold tiled floor, gulping down the cookie he was eating. He holds out a finger at her. “In my defence, the sweet smell of these cookies were driving me crazy and an alpha that I am never asking for anything. They take what they like and that’s what I did. And may I remind you, little wolf, you look ravishing with wet hair.” He grins at the end of his sentence as his sneaky hand trail over to clean them over Jungkook’s white shirt.

Y/n stares dead at them, not caring as Jungkook growls out at the sudden act of his Hyung. He stares down at his shirt, his hands shaking as he clutches his shirt like it was his mate.

“My shirt.” He cries out. And normally, the female would have calm his extra instincts down and offer a wash but at this moment, all she can remember are the sweat that fell from her forehead as she worked her way with the cookies.

“You piece of shi–” She halts herself before a colourful word could escape her lips.

Instead, she shut her eyes close, hand fisting as she takes a deep breath to push away the bubbling anger that was boiling inside her. “Patience Y/n, patience.”

She opens her eyes, finding both the sitting male and maybe even the third one behind her staring at her in amusement, endeared at how she worked her way out of the anger.

“No dinner for both of you.” She states stern and both the sitting male mouths fall into a pout.

“What–”

“No way, no dinner–”

She buzzed their complaints by turning around and pushing past Taehyung leaning figure behind her and out of the kitchen.

'It’s what they deserve.’

-

Jimin puts on the black jacket over his shoulders, filling in one of the sleeves, he adjusts the thick cover on his body to keep himself warm.

Mr Jung stood on his side, actions imitating the younger male as they prepare themselves to leave for the cold.

Y/n walks over to her mother who stood in one corner of the room, her eyes watching the two males.

“Where are they leaving?” Y/n questions cluelessly to her mother.

Her old woman sighs. “They are leaving to the mountains, to Jimin’s pack. His father was attacked by some locals and he’s not feeling well.”

The young female’s eyes snap up towards Jimin instantly, them softening in concern the moment she saw the heaviness in his eyes.

They look sad, exhausted even. His shoulders were dropped, clearly showing his disturbance over the situation.

She could also feel him. He was mourning.

Y/n turn to look back to her mother. “Mama, are you sure he’s just not feeling well. I can feel the storm inside him.”

Not noticing her slip up soon, her eyes almost pop out of their socket when she finally realizes her mistake.

Feel the storm inside him? Only a mate can feel his or her companions feelings.

Yes, they were each other’s mate but her parents didn’t know that.

They only knew that they were in a relationship. Thanks to Jimin himself.

Mrs Jung does not react much to her daughter’s mistake and nods away. “He is not..” Her words were just a whisper and it lits a fire of worry inside her daughter.

“Mama, what’s the matter? You’re not telling me something.” Y/n asks again, her brows furrowed.

'Or maybe everything.’

“The locals were hunters. They have been searching for Mr Park for a while. And once they finally did, they dragged him to the path of his death.”

The ground beneath Y/n crumbles away and she gulps. “Is he….”

“No, my child. He’s not dead….yet. He had wished to see his son. And I’m afraid, let the dead deaf at my words, if he did die then Jimin has to take over after his father.”

'Take over…’

“But he’s too young, mama.” She states in disbelief.

“He is. But his father also sat over the throne at a young age. And after all, Isn’t that what Jimin’s been preparing for?”

Y/n sighs in defeat. “He has been, with a passion that is.”

“And he has Hoseok in his side.” Her mother reminds, eyes still stuck to the males ahead of her.

Y/n almost flinch at her words, her mind remembering all the heated glares and bickers both her brother and her mate has thrown at each other. “Mama, if you haven’t noticed yet but these two don’t get along well.”

Her mother nods, her expression looking like she was fully aware. “Jimin has to. Hoseok is his beta and he needs him.”

Need?

That’s right. An alpha can never rule properly without beta and a mate.

“A mate can also provide much comfort. Even if he’s too young. He has to find his mate. Only she can keep the two separate.” Her mother speaks her mind and Y/n keeps on getting small behind him.

A mate, huh? If only she knew that her daughter is his mate.

Mrs Jung suddenly turns to face her daughter and her soft hand raise to rest over her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, my child. But you had to prepare yourself to separate. I’m sure you had this gone through when you two got together. Its time he tends to his mate.” Her mother’s sad eyes eat away all the hope inside Y/n and she was so tempted to just say it that she was indeed Jimin’s mate and that she didn’t have to be so sad for her daughter.

But all Y/n does is nod, even though she has thought out away, even before that.

She just couldn’t say it. She couldn’t.

The situation at hand was confusing.

Hoseok and Jimin had something going on between them. Taehyung was hiding something. All of them were hiding something.

The hidden glances were thrown her way confuse her. The door that has been locked for years has decided to open again and is still mysteriously opening. Vi started to sleepwalk again. Mira’s key was still lost.

All these happenings and actions drove her to the edge.

She was confused and wanted answers. But there was no one there to answer her.

She knew if she asks them, they will twist the answers and convert all of them in more hidden questions who’s answers were in the dark, lost themselves.

She glances up at Jimin and Jimin’s eyes instantly link with hers.

Right away, both break the contact and Jimin turn to slowly skip out of the door.

Just as that, Y/n also turns to walk away.

He’s leaving.

“I’m sorry.” She speaks inside her head.

And then, he answers.

“It’s okay, Y/n..”

And for the first time, he calls her by her name.

did i do it right? hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. leave lots of love in your way :))))

©Yoonchrisgull 

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

with you [chapter 5]

Summary: Clementine pops the question, Louis has nightmares, Violet can’t let go of the past, Mitch doesn’t know how to handle gross feelings, Ruby’s a goddamn sweetheart, Willy doesn’t ever remember to knock, Aasim can’t dance, and James is here, too.

Nothing like a wedding to bring this family together.

Note: I’m home from my grandmothers. My uncle came back a little early and now I finally get to sleep in my own bed and have internet. It’s been an exhausting two weeks but at least some good came of it. I finished rewriting/editing three chapters of [with you] which is progress. Working on this is what kept my sanity in check tbh haha. I still need some time to unpack and recover before being fully back on here, so I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

Also, I’ve updated [with you] on Fanfiction.net and Wattpad, as well. I’ve pretty much given up on them but then I thought that I do have readers on those platforms who have messaged me about [with you] so I might as well update them, too. So yeah. Thanks for reading and for your support for this story. :D

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Clementine yanks the basement doors open, only to gag when a nauseating scent of vinegar knocks her in the face. 

“What the hell?” she coughs.

“C’mon!” Willy grabs her arm and hurries down the stairs, dragging her with him. “Mitch! Clem’s here!”

Something heavy and metallic drops hard to the cement. “Shit!” Mitch curses. “Told you not to do that, Willy!”

“Sorry!”

She follows the young boy deeper into the basement and finds herself amazed at Mitch’s set up. The work desk is completely covered with drills, hammers, saws, files, batteries, a few of their solar panels, and other machines she didn’t recognize. Flashlights are wired in the air pointing directly at the anvil Mitch sits in front of. There’s a chipped bowl filled with a clear liquid sitting on top.

“Finally,” Mitch says when he sees her. Clementine’s startled by his more than usual unkempt appearance- hair standing in every direction, dirtiness staining his hands, shirt and face, and the weariness lining his eyes. 

“Uh, are you okay?” she asks him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves dismissively, standing from his stool, yawning heavily as he tosses a dirty rag away. 

Willy rushes to help him scoot the various tools aside so Mitch can reach something closest to the wall. It’s a small, brown box.

Clementine approaches the two boys, trying to hide her eagerness as she asks, “Well? Were you able to fix it?”

Mitch scratches at the back of his neck and turns away. “Not exactly,” he says, “It sorta got ruined when I messed around with it.”

Her heart drops. 

“Ruined how?”

“I may have broke it.”

“Broke it!?”

Mitch whips around, holding up a hand. “Now, don’t cry about it,” he says quickly, “it was a shitty ring, anyway. Louis would’ve broken it himself if you gave it to him… maybe.” He grabs a small wrench from the table and swings it around on his finger nervously. 

“Mitch,” she can’t help that her voice came out so miserably angry. “If you couldn’t fix it then you should’ve left it alone! What am I supposed to do now?”

“Woah, hey, don’t freak out! Just listen for two seconds,” he says. “I didn’t mean to break it. We started messing around with some stuff to try and reshape it but then it snapped and James came wandering down here and the whole thing was a shitshow. There was no saving that thing. Kind of a piece of shit. So,” he looks away as he shoves the brown box towards her, “We did you one better.”

Willy’s practically vibrating with excitement next to them as he motions eagerly to the box. “Open it! Open it!”

Clementine takes the box and pulls the lid off. It takes her a moment to process what she’s seeing. 

There’s a clean piece of fabric bunched up at the bottom, and within the folds rests two matching silver bands. Her head snaps up and her jaw drops. 

His exhausted, shit-eating grin is enough of a confirmation that what she’s seeing is real. 

“Oh my god!” she gasps. “Where did you get these?”

“Made ‘em.”

“What? You-” she blinks up at him in disbelief, “-you made these?”

“Super awesome, huh?” Willy laughs. “I told’ja we had it under control!”

“The smell’ll wear off, too,” Mitch says, “had to polish ‘em with vinegar.” 

Clementine carefully lifts the bigger of the two rings out of the box. “How- How did you-?”

“Quarters,” Mitch smirks. “Willy here keeps a pretty impressive coin collection. Took a while to find the right ones, but we got it.”

“Yeah, we made a shit ton of them!” Willy reaches into his pocket and pulls out various different rings, most of them scratched up or disfigured in some way. 

“It’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it,” Mitch shrugs. “Willy found this old book about sailors overseas making rings for their girlfriends back home. Just gotta hammer them then drill out the middle, do some filing and hammer some more. Once me and James knew what we were doing, we used the measurement I took of your finger and made yours. That one turned out great, so we made Louis’ to complete the set… and it only took us an entire day to do and there were, eh… complications , but they’re done.”

 Clementine runs her finger over the smooth surface, “This is-” she stops when she notices something engraved on it. She blinks, but it’s still there scratched into the shiny surface.

C + L

“That part was Mitch’s idea,” Willy points at the tiny letters, “had to use a really sharp nail to get it that clear.”

“We’ve all seen the piano,” Mitch quickly explains, rolling his eyes, “figured it’d be a good finishing touch. No big deal.”

She puts the box on the workbench. Without any warning, she throws herself at Mitch, wrapping her arms around his now tense body.

“Woah, hey, um-!” Mitch panics and sticks his arms out to avoid touching her.

“You guys have no idea what this means to me.”

“Uh-!”

He turns to Willy, bewildered. The young boy begins to laugh as he points at Mitch’s panicked face. Clementine reaches out and yanks Willy forward, pulling him into the hug as well. Even then, he’s still giggling like an amused child. 

Then, like the realization that they’re all hugging finally hits him over the head, Mitch jerks back, nearly tripping over his feet when turning back towards the work desk. He clears his throat.

“Said it’s not a big fucking deal, and it’s not like we did all the work, y’know. James helped, too, so just-” he grumbles, fumbling with the wrench, “-... consider it an early wedding present, or whatever.” 

Clementine can’t help but laugh at how weirdly cute it is that he’s embarrassed. She picks up the rings again to pull out the smaller one. It fits perfectly on her finger.

“I don’t know if I could ever thank you guys enough for doing this,” she beams, making a note to thank James in the morning. God, the ring fits so perfectly she can’t believe it. 

“Yeah, well, y’know,” Mitch nervously scratches his cheek, a rare smile betraying his lips, “whatever.”

”Mitch! Ya still down here!?” Ruby’s voice echoes from the top of the stairs. “Lou’s in the music room! Did’ja find the box of spare candles? We’re gonna need a lot to fill the whole place up!”

“Oh, shit-” Mitch hisses.

“No one’s down here!” Willy jumps into action, dashing towards the stairs and stretching his arms out. “ Do not enter !” 

“Gah, Willy, move it!”

Clementine closes the small box and shoves it into her pocket before turning to face Ruby as she pushes Willy to the side. Ruby sets her lantern on the workbench, lighting up the basement enough for Clementine to make out the thrill brightening her eyes. 

“Clementine!” she gasps. 

It’s Clementine’s turn to receive a surprise hug when Ruby practically tackles her. 

“Oh, Clem, I heard the news! Why didn’t ya tell me!? This is so excitin’! Ahh! I can’t believe ya didn’t tell me!”  Ruby pulls back to ask the boys, “Did’ja give ‘em to her yet?”

Clementine slowly turns to glare at the two boys.

Willy lowers his head in shame and Mitch fake coughs into his fist. Neither of them answers the question, nor do they dare look Clementine in the eye.

“ Mitch -”

“Before you flip the fuck out,” Mitch holds a finger up to stop her, ”she’s the one who came in here demanding to know what we were doing! She tried to wack me with one of Omar’s wooden spoons! I had to tell her!”

“Oh, no I didn’t! I said I would wack ya with one if ya didn’t explain yerself!” argues Ruby. “I thought ya were makin’ another bomb!”

“I haven’t messed with that shit for, like, weeks!”

Clementine can already see where this is going to go, and the best thing to do is stop it in its tracks.

“Okay, stop!” She raises her voice above theirs. The basement’s quiet again. She takes a deep breath. “I’m not mad.”

“You sound mad,” says Willy.

“I’m not. Ruby, you were going to find out about it anyway, though I can’t say I expected it to go down like this. Does anyone else know?”

“No,” says Ruby and Mitch. 

“Uhm, well…” Willy nervously laughs.

“Dude,” Mitch frowns down at the young boy.

“I didn’t mean to! Aasim saw me going through my coin collection earlier! Then he started asking all these questions and it just came out! But, I made him swear on his soul he wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“What?” Ruby asks. “When was this?”

“This morning.”

“And he didn’t say anything to me!”

“Yeah, because Willy asked him not to,” Mitch says. “Keep up.”

Clementine feels the beginnings of a headache coming on. 

She trusts Aasim. He's never let her down in the past, and he wouldn’t say anything to Louis, especially if he knows this is a surprise. 

“Anyone else?” Clementine asks.

Willy shakes his head.

So, of the people in their group, AJ, James, Mitch, Willy, Ruby, and Aasim all know.

That just leaves Omar, Tenn, and… 

And Violet.

She’s about to speak, but Ruby grabs her hand to admire the ring. “Wow, it’s even prettier on,” she gleams. “Gotta say, boys, ya did a real good job.”

Mitch rolls his eyes.

“Well, yeah .” 

“How’re ya gonna ask him? James and I were thinkin’ that you do it in the music room, of course, and we’ll help ya decorate it with candles and lanterns, make it real romantic.”

“Gross,” Mitch murmurs.

“Hush,” Ruby warns him. “Or, on the roof, under the pretty stars! Or, we can even decorate yer dorm! Whattya think? Omar can cook ya something special and, oh! I found some real pretty classical records fer ya to play! Ya gotta set the mood, after all.”

“We can make some cool fireworks, too!” Willy exclaims.

“Oh, no you won’t! No bombs, no fireworks!”

“Just a few sparklers? To set the mood?”

“No! Especially if it’s inside! Which I think would be best since ya never know with the damn weather.”

“Wow, Ruby,” Clementine’s astonished at the girl’s excitement. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“‘Course! I know I may be buttin’ in a little-” Mitch scoffs “-but I never thought I’d get to witness somethin’ like this after all that’s happened! I mean, a wedding ! It’s like somethin’ outta the fairytales! And, listen, ya don’t hafta take my suggestions. You can ask him any way ya want! Just know that we’re all here to help! Oh, and the wedding !”

“Oh, God,” Mitch groans.

“We’re definitely plannin’ a wedding!”

“Geez, who’s really getting married here?” Mitch asks, irritated. “You or Clem?”

“Oh, shut it! Why can’t ya just be excited?”

“Excited about what? Does nothing for me.”

“Y’know, thinkin’ about someone else fer a change wouldn't kill ya!”

“Okay, please stop arguing,” Clementine interrupts them. “At least let me get through the actual proposal before we start doing anything else.”

“Shit,” Ruby curses herself, “sorry, Clem. Guess I got a little excited.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Willy asks eagerly. “When are we going this?”

Clementine peers down at the ring on her finger, and says, “Now that I have the rings, I’m going to do it tomorrow. In the evening. I like your idea, Ruby, about the candles in the music room.”

“Thought ya would,” Ruby grins. “We keep a bunch of ‘em down here. We’ll all help ya decorate, ‘cept keepin’ Louis outta there might be a task.”

“That’s easy,” Mitch says. “Send him hunting for the day, him and Aasim.”

“My goodness, there’s an idea,” says Ruby, “that way, Aasim can keep an eye on him and make sure he don’t wander back here unannounced.”

“James, too,” Clementine adds. “Just in case Louis doesn’t listen to Aasim, or they get in a tight spot.”

“Right!” Ruby claps her hands. “Oh, I’m gettin’ excited again!”

“Geez, you’re acting more excited than she is,” Mitch jerks his thumb at Clementine.

“Believe me, I don’t think anyone’s as excited as I am,” Clementine smiles, holding up her hand to admire the ring one last time before slipping it back in the box. “It’s just a lot to take in. We just have to be careful now. Louis can’t know anything.”

They all turn to Willy, who hangs his head in shame once more.

“I said it was an accident.”

“I know,” Clementine sighs. “Maybe you should avoid him for now, Willy. Just in case. And, Mitch,” she turns to him, “don’t throw any more shoes at him.”

“Hey, you want him wandering down here? No, you don’t. Thought we established that. ‘Sides, the ring’s done. Nothing left for me to work on.”

“Right, but still, you can’t be acting all suspicious. He’s already worried about you. That’s why he tried to come down here yesterday.”

“Pfft,” Mitch scowls. “Worried…”

“Well, while we know Lou’s in the music room, I’ll gather everyone before they turn in and we can discuss the plan. Don’t worry, we’ll be discreet,” Ruby assures her. “Mitch, yer on candle and match duty. Willy, in the mornin’ I want ya ta go out and pick as many pretty flowers as ya can.”

“Aw,” Willy pouts, “how come I got flower duty?”

“It’s either that or ya gotta help Omar cook. Yer choice.”

Willy doesn’t argue. Omar’s a genuinely nice guy, but he’s also an incredibly particular cook. Willy wasn’t going to willingly put himself into that nightmare.

Soon, they have all the details worked out.

Aasim and James will take Louis far away to go hunting until evening, giving them a few hours to set up.

Ruby will work on setting up a little picnic area for them on the floor and figure out the music. Willy will go around with Tenn and AJ to pick enough flowers for a bouquet, as well as decorate an old vase to put them in. Omar will cook them something extra special, and Mitch will gather all the candles and place them in the safest places around the music room.

As for Clementine herself, she’ll help fix things up in the piano room, but there’s something else she wants to try, as well. Something that she’s been contemplating for the past week.

She hides the box in her jacket with a big, dumb grin stuck on her face. She still can’t believe that Mitch, James, and Willy actually made her a matching set of wedding rings. She tries not to show it, but the very thought of both her and Louis wearing them makes her giddy.

But, there’s still an issue pressing on her mind.

“Ruby?” Clementine’s grin is replaced with a worrying frown. “Are… are you going to tell Violet?”

And, just like that, the room becomes tense.

“Violet?” asks Willy.

“Oh, well, shoot,” Ruby mutters, “didn’t even think of Vi.”

“Don’t fucking bother,” Mitch snaps. “She’s not gonna give a shit, and if she does, she’ll just ruin the whole thing.”

Ruby looks up at Mitch with distraught eyes. “We gotta tell her, Mitch. She’ll feel left out-”

“Oh, don’t start with that bullshit. Why do you anyways try to include her?”

“Because whether you like it or not, she’s one of us. She’s family.”

“Oh, please. She’s an asshole!”

“You bite yer tongue, right now!”

“Well, it’s true!”

“The only reason she’s mean ta you is because yer a jerk ta her first! God, everyone else is decent, why can’t you be?”

A sick feeling comes over her. Clementine can’t quite place what it actually is, but it always boils within her whenever the idea of talking to Violet strikes her.

Over the past two years, she’s tried talking to Violet. Not big things. Saying, “Hello,” or “How are you?” or “Are you okay?” 

Every single time, Violet doesn’t mutter a single word. All she gives is a glare and the view of her back as she walks away.

She told Louis how much she missed Violet once.

He watched her suffer after losing Violet as a close friend. There were a few nights just after the delta that Clementine found herself crying, and he was there to hold her, to promise her that Violet would come around, she just needed time.

Louis tried to fix things between her and Violet.

She can still remember that night. He snuck into the darkness of the room. AJ was fast asleep.

Clementine can remember the rage filling her insides when she saw the bruise forming on his face and the tears slipping down his cheeks. She barely made it to the door before Louis grabbed her, begging her not to go after Violet, that she didn’t even know what happened. AJ woke up, and Louis lied about what was wrong. It was only when they were alone in the hallway that he told her what happened.

They’d gotten into an argument, Louis and Violet. An argument about her. Louis defended her and tried to understand Violet’s animosity. She refused to talk. She only cussed and shoved him away. 

Louis got too close, and like a reflex, Violet swung.

Violet didn’t come out of her room for almost two weeks after that. She spoke to no one but Tenn when he brought her food. 

She didn’t come out until Louis spoke to her again.

And it all happened because of her…

“Don’t worry about it, Ruby,” Clementine speaks up. “I’ll tell her.”

“The fuck you will!” Mitch‘s brow furrows in fury and his fists curl. 

“It’s not like she’ll try to stab me just for talking to her,” Clementine argues.

“Oh yeah? Just like how she didn’t try to stab you after the delta, right? For fuck's sake, had Louis and James not stepped in you would’ve had a nice big gash right between your eyes! She attacked you, Clem! And she’s never said sorry or even pretended that she felt guilty about it! She betrayed us! She’s a traitor!”

“Mitch!” Ruby gasps out. “Don’t talk so ugly! Vi’s no such thing! That was years ago and things have changed! Maybe if you put in some more effort-”

“Oh, fucking hell-”

“-then you wouldn’t be so damn quick to be cruel! And y’know, maybe it is time they finally sort this out.”

“Fuck that!”

Clementine straightens herself out and confidently stands up to Mitch. 

“I appreciate your concern, but-”

“My concern ?” Mitch glares. “What, my concern that I’ll have to dig your grave when that bitch snaps and puts a fucking cleaver in you?”

“She wouldn’t really do that, right?” Willy says, eyes widening.

“Of course she would! She’s-”

“Mitchell Robert Daymond!” Ruby exclaims, causing all of them to jump, startled. All eyes fall on Ruby’s small, angry form as she points right at Mitch’s face. “That is enough outta you. This ain’t yer choice, and bein’ a prick about it ain’t gonna get yer way! Gah, ya act like Vi’s some sorta- sorta monster and I’m sick of it.” 

Mitch opens his mouth to speak, only to have Ruby cut him off. 

“ No ,” she demands. “ No more .”

The air becomes uncomfortably heavy as the two glare at one another. Clementine finds herself breathing slower as if a regular breath would be too much for the tension. Glancing over at poor Willy, she finds him standing close behind Mitch, still gripping his arm and looking between the two. 

Only when Mitch tears his gaze away to scowl at the floor does Ruby turn back to Clementine.

“If this is somethin’ ya wanna do, then we’re right behind ya,” she says. “Vi’s not gonna be happy about it, that’s fer sure, but she won’t do nothin’ ta hurt ya, either. I know it.”

The tension in her shoulders relax with her sigh as Clementine nods. 

“I know, and you’re right. I’m tired of this. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life avoiding her when I can try and make things right. Maybe we won’t ever be friends again, but we can at least be on speaking terms." Clementine looks to her ring once more. “Louis will want her at the wedding, and if she isn’t there because of me…”

“Do what ya can, Clem,” Ruby smiles, placing a comforting hand on Clementine’s shoulder. “Just... promise you’ll be careful?”

“I will.”

“Fucking shit,” Mitch hisses under his breath, rubbing both hands over his face in frustration. “If you’re actually serious, then you’re not going alone. I’ll go with you and make sure she doesn’t pull anything.”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Ruby objects. “Yer not exactly sensitive when it comes to stuff like this.”

“Fuck off, I can be sensitive,” Mitch snaps. “I mean- Not that I’d- ... It’s better if someone goes with her and last I checked, you’re supposed to be on watch with Aasim right now. And don’t you have a plan to share, too?”

Ruby hesitates, turning to Clementine with concern. 

Clementine can see why Mitch tagging along wouldn’t be ideal, but she had to admit that having a backup would make her feel a little bit better. Even if he merely escorted her to Violet’s room or made it known that he was only there to keep things from escalating to a boiling point- which, again, Mitch isn’t the ideal candidate for this role- it’d make her feel better.  

Then again, Violet might be doubly pissed to see Mitch, as well.  If there’s anyone she despises as much as Clementine, it’s Mitch.

“You don’t have to-” Clementine starts, only to have him raise his hand. 

“Yeah, I don’t have to do anything,” he frowns. “But, I’m gonna anyway.”

That gets a smile out of her. 

“And you won’t threaten her?”

He stares, then lowers his head in defeat. 

“I won’t say nothin’ unless I gotta.” Then, he turns to Willy. “You okay to clean this place up yourself?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Willy smiles.

“Well, ehm, guess I’ll get Aasim and James and tell ‘em ‘bout the plan,” says Ruby. “Vi should be in her room. She usually turns in early when she doesn’t have watch.”

Before leaving, Ruby turns to Mitch with one final warning, “Be nice.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The feeling’s back, twisting in Clementine’s gut and accelerating her heart.

With that, they leave the basement.

---

The music room is filthy. 

Usually, Louis doesn’t notice or even pay much attention to the cleanliness of any room within the school due to the fact this everywhere is dirty. It doesn’t matter how much Ruby pushes or how many times Aasim scolds them for leaving messes wherever they go, the school will never match the cleanly standards it had prior to the end of the world. 

They have more important things to think about anyway, right?

Or maybe they just can’t be bothered. 

Perhaps both. 

But when he sat at the piano, fingers playing the keys he knew by heart, he noticed a thick layer of dust settled on the worn wood.

Swiping a finger across the top left him absolutely disgusted. To be honest, he can’t remember the last time he actually cleaned the piano, but given that the layer of dust is thick enough to make actual dust bunnies out of, it’s been a while. 

In fact, the music room is kind of a disaster. 

And he needs a better distraction anyway.

Sorting through the records he kept, he picks a classic record to play at random and gets to work. 

Within an hour, he’s already filled an old cardboard box with the trash that once occupied the floor, the tables, and everywhere else that garbage built up over years. Old soda cans, soiled books, broken shards of glass by the windows- all gone. 

Louis wipes down the piano with an old T-shirt he oddly found beneath the couch. Pictures from what looks to be a pirate comic fill the front of the shirt and for the life of him, he can’t remember whose shirt this is. Or was. 

He knows he’s seen it before, knows someone wore it… someone not around anymore.

Shit. 

Nevermind, he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Pushing that thought out of mind, he continues wiping away the dust. While the piano would always be worn, defaced, and out of tune, he still loved it and should remember to keep better care of it. 

So many memories were made sitting here. 

Most good, some bad. 

Memories of him sitting there with clumsy fingers, young and untrained, awaiting his cue from Minnie as she finished jotting down lyrics to their song. 

“Nevermind the darkness, nevermind the storm-”

Memories of him entertaining Tenn when he was scared of a thunderstorm, or playing something silly to make Violet smile. 

Memories of him and Clementine the night of the delta attack. 

“You are super cute.”

“Cute? Wow, uhm-”

Their first kiss. 

Louis runs his finger over their initials encased in a heart, carved by Clementine’s own hand that night right before he opened up to her, thanked her for being with him despite… well, everything. 

God, it seems so far away. 

Since then, more memories have festered within these walls, here at the piano.

“For once, I don’t think you’ve thought this through.”

“Why?”

Satisfied with his work, Louis tosses the shirt away. He slips off his jacket, setting it over the arm of the couch before placing himself comfortably at the piano once more. 

“First of all, it’s going to take us a million years to build all nine-hundred floors. Second, we’re going to need so much paint, and even with all of us helping, it’s going to take us two million years to paint it all! Third, nine-hundred floors means-”

“Nine-hundred and fourteen.”

A deep breath. 

“Excuse me, nine-hundred and fourteen floors means this house is going to be high up in the stars- literally in space!- and you yourself said that you hate climbing stairs. Do you know how many sets of stairs we’re going to need to make it to the top?”

“We’ll have an elevator.”

“That goes through the whole place?”

“Yep. Up, down, and sideways.”

“That’s ridiculous. I love it.”

Eyes close. 

Clementine laughs, pushing against his shoulder as he shakes his head. Whether his chuckle is due to the madness of Clementine’s floor plan, or because her fingers continue to purposely play the wrong keys, he doesn’t know anymore. 

“Then, what about a slide?” she suggests. “A big metal slide that loops around and brings you from top to bottom in seconds.”

“I like it, I like it,” he ponders, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Except, that won’t help us in actually getting to the top.” 

The cool air blows in through the open window, flickering the flames of his candles and kissing the warmth of his cheeks. 

“What’ll be at the top, anyway?” she asks. “What’ll be worth climbing all those stairs to see?” 

“I don’t know, but it has to be something special.” He thinks about it for a moment. “What do you want?”

“Me?” she asks.

Pulling her hand off the keys, holding it in his own, he asks, “What do you want at the top?”

Another deep breath. 

“I don’t know.”

“C’mon, Clem,” Louis urges. “Anything you want. Name it.” 

She stares down at their linked hand, eyes drift shut as she thinks. 

“Well… we have to have that skylight, right?”

“Obviously, but that’s something I wanted, remember?” 

“Well, I want one, too. If we’re going to be up in space, I want to see it. Imagine seeing the moon that up close.”

“Maybe we’ll have aliens tapping on our roof.”

“I hope so.” 

He kisses her forehead, then her cheek, whispering in her ear, “What do you really want, Clementine?”

Louis’ fingers move effortlessly. 

His soft lullaby fills the air. 

“A tree,” she says firmly. “An apple tree with bright red Honeycrisps, right in the corner, and it’s roots throughout the floor, and-” she grabs his hand, comparing it to hers by pressing their palms together, “- a piano in the center. Any kind you want.”

Their fingers lace together.

“A glossy, grand piano. Mahogany- the color of leaves in autumn,” he brushes a curl from her face, “unbreakable and always in tune.” 

“And you’ll teach me to play?”

“You willing to climb nine-hundred and fourteen floors every day for your lessons?”

“Of course.”

It’s been a long time since he’s thought of their home- rather, their outrageous dream house that was inspired by the depressing story of how his own parents didn’t get to finish building their new home. 

A royal purple, nine-hundred and fourteen floor mansion with a treehouse, a skylight, and an apple tree growing on the top floor. Several pools, movie theatres, pizza parlors, bedrooms, bathrooms with hot tubs and full body showers, aquariums, roller parks- and even with all those things, they still have plenty of room left. 

Louis knows the possibility of that mansion coming to fruition is lower than low, they both know that, but it doesn’t make it any less fun to imagine.

How many nights did they stay up in bed discussing what kind of statue they wanted for the fountain, or what shade of purple they’d paint their bedroom, or how many dogs they would adopt, or if they were going to make Mitch sleep in the treehouse rather than giving him his own room? 

Louis stops playing, chuckling to himself. 

It’s been a long time since he’s played by himself happily, or since he’s thought of composing a brand new song. Usually, when he’s down here so late by himself, it’s to calm down after an all-consuming nightmare-

No.

Don’t think about that. 

Don’t think about that.

Don’t think. 

“An apple tree with bright red Honeycrisps, right in the corner, and it’s roots throughout the floor...”

Maybe he can’t build Clementine an outrageous purple mansion, but he can write her a new song.  

As Louis becomes lost in the music, a brief thought runs through his mind.

Finally... a nice night.

[c0untb00z]

I would just like to clear, I don't hate the BBC Dracula 2020 Show. In fact, I actually like the idea of Dracula being set in modern times like in the show, but I would like it a lot better if it wasn't written like a fucking reader insert fanfiction.

Don't get me wrong, I love me some reader inserts every once in a while but they're meant to be on Wattpad. Sometimes, you can find really fucking good fanfictions that could genuinly be movies, but this really just feels like someone wrote an erotic fanfiction for Dracula. It almost reminds me of a worse version of 50 Shades of Grey with less kinky sex.

First and foremost Agatha Van Hesling. I actually kinda liked her personality, how driven she was and determined to never give up, but she was literally created for a love interest. In Dracula by Bram Stocker, Sister Agatha is a nun that nurses Jonathan back to health, claiming he was 'sick in the head' as he ranted of what he had seen and warning others of Dracula. She doesn't even have a last name.

However there is a Dr. Van Hesling in the book, hes dutch(???) Professor that mentors and taught(????) Jack Seward who was in love with Lucy, who was fed off of and eventually killed and eventually undead by the means of the one and only Dracula. Dr Van Hesling plays a large role in the plot of the book. He has an open mind and was able to draw connections between things that some others couldn't, as he had access to more sources and could speak to most off the charecters involved. He's the first person to present the idea of a vampire, and Lucy turning into one. Thanks to Jonathan he was able to identify the vampire feeding on Lucy as Dracula and finds out how to kill the vampires.

So basically Agatha was literally fabricataed for the sole perpose of being there, to fall in love with Dracula or something.

I know we all are horny for Dracula. I'm horny for Dracula. Vampires are fucking hot but the sexiest part of vampires is that they ya know. Kill you and are mercily and heartless. The show does show that in a lot of parts and even decapiates a nun and yeets it into a gaggle of nuns which i fucking died at. But it also, humanizes him way to much, hes literally a monster. The scene in the boat with lord whats his name really portrayed that. It was really,,,, weird cause me being a kinky fucker I don't find the particular phrases of "you're going to need to be quiet now," and " youre doing so well" that creepy and if anything a little hot but looking at the circumstance and the look on that kids face, it was like r e a l y fucked up. Which is why i liked that scene. It showed just how fucked up Dracula is.

To be fair i did like Cleas Bangs acting and casting as Dracula. He had a certain charm that was ever so s l i g h t l y off. I heard people say he just 'made up an accent' but fuck you guys its a fucking danish accent you incolent twats anyways. He could be really funny at times and i actually apprecited it.

However the casting AND acting of the modern parts is absolute shit. Ep.3 is where i kinda gave up on the show and finsihed it for the sake of torturing myself. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL LUCY i cannot fathom how P I S S E D i am about Lucy. Why did they have to make her a phone obsessed basic asshole with no regards to anyones emotions besides her own and the extent of her personality is 'getting likes on socail media is all i care about because it makes me feel validated so im gonna wallo in self pity because i was obiously written by white man in his 50s that would have made me white if he wasnt forved to throw in diversity points" like shut the fuck up steven king.

Also lucy and mina never meet??? Theyre in different fucking time lines??? Theyre friendship and love for eachother was fucking golden how dare you rob that form me and give me a garbage bag full of shit with a shiny little bow on top in its place jesus f u ck.

The cemetary scene was o k ay i gues?? I liked the little nod to the book with the bloofer lady and the concept of random sprits being undead because of unfinished buisness. But this really just felt like it was slapped in the show for the sake of going on a date with Dracula in cemetary. I actually kinda apperacted it but it just felt awkward.

Also who the f u ck is Lucy's friend? The gay one??? Like,,,, is that supposed to Arthur???? His chatecter was so fu king weird and offset he just didnt feel like he should be in there. Hes literally just there for a-50-year-old-man's-interpretation-of-young-women-now-a-days verson of Lucy to have a gay best ffriend.

Ok i not even sure if i want to talk about Quincy. It just hurts. It physically hurts me to think about how d i r t y they did my baby. His charecter is the defination of american chivalry, just as great as regular chivarly but with a little extra cowboy vibe. Quincy is jist the biggest,,,, sweet haert,, like he asked lucy to marry him in his cool american cowboy voice cause he knew lucy loved it and it always made her laugh. And even when she turned him down becayse her heart belonged to arthur, he stayed. All he wanted was for lucy to be happy and all he requested was that they stay frirnds. Hes also invovled with taking fkwn dracula although hes not a main charecter percice ly as he doesnt have any entires in the book he still has an amaizing precence and sometimes while reading the book ill be readying one of dr sewards passanges and think "huh i wonder what quncys doin. I hope hes dooin good. Cowboy vibes n stuffs" amd boy dles he do that. Everh dracula film adaptataion robs us. R O B S U S of quincy morris best scene. In the middle of dr van helsing ranting about vampires( thats basically what half of the book is. I could write a 4p minute mono louge of his rambling jesus how does sweard take note of all this) quincy litterally just walks out. And nobodg really pays any notice beside glancing ag his leave and shrugging at one anouther and going back tl listneing tl van helsing explaining his vampire fan theories quincy moris , the quincy morris from texathe untited states of the amerkca the land and the free and also cowboys.stands outside of the bouilding and pints his gun up at. Dracula whos in the shape of a fucking bat eves ddopping outside the window and just fucking,,shoots it. Now he doesnt hit it cause thatt wouldnt be as fun as brutally stabbing the fucker witja wooden stake. But S T I L L. And the fucking bullet hits the window that everybodys in anprobably causes arthur to shit himself the ppoor boy. Can you belive that theh didnt fucking flim thatfor any dracul? Now i i under stands why not put in this adaptation because quincy is only mentionsed like three god damned times. And when theh DK mention him jesusnshit they literally jsut made him some popular jock from amwrica just to conter jacks white twinky ass and then they had him propose to lucy in the middle of a fucking night club and she says yes???? Lile ok jut throw Arthur out a window then cause cause fu c k him i guess. And then after lucy dies he jjsy fucking moves ?? The only thing thta makes this version of qincy quinccy is the fu king name and fact hes from america

Ok now jack fucking seward. He reminds me of when ylu forget you had a pb&j in your back pack so in the bos after school you pull it out cause yoyr hungry and yoyr mom put WAY to much jelly on it so now its like. All obsorbed into the bread and joggy and squished. Just sad and really white. They even had some kid call him whate bread and they werent fucking wrong. His obly personality traits were ' omg i love lucy but shes a hoe ;,,,((' and being connected to Zoe.

Now last and definately least the god forbaden ending. Just thinking about it gives me a fucking head ache. So , jesus, zoe, who is agathas great niece or someshit, a d looks exactly like her (its literally the same fucking actress) is a detective lile scitist reasearching dracula. So dracula is illedatly attracted to her becasue he thinks shes like agathas reincarnation or soenshit. So he tries tk drink her blood at one point and spits it all out and pukes and sjit cause her blood is poisonous bevaise she has fucking c an c e r. So later we find out that draculas weaknesses ( the sun crucifix) arnt actually real hes just afraid of dying so he has like irration fears or some shit so for some fucking reason. They deside. Its a good iea to end the show with this:

Dracula fucking drinks all of zoes blood killing her and himself because her blood poisonus. And ghe fucking emd scene is them like,,, in the sun???? Or soemt hi ng??? And theyre naked and like presumably fucked and dracula says some shit like " its doesnt have to hurt" and i almost tore my wrist open wiith my teeth because of how shitty this ending is.

Not lnly is it disrespectful to zoe but agatha, agathas whole thing was K I L I N G. dracula she wanted him fucking D E A D she woULDNT FUCK HKM

And like just after finding out that he can be in the sunlight with out fucking dying and that crosses just make him umcomfortable or some shit he just desides to kill himself??? DUDE YOU JUST FOUND OUT YOURE PROACTICALLY MORE INVINCABLE THAN YOU WERE BEFORE AND YOU JSUT FUCKING OFF YOUR SELF ??? HE COULD HAVE FUCKING RULED ENGLAD AND SPEAD VAMPIRISM OLL LVER THE FUCKING COUNTFY AND WORLD KF HE TRIED HARD ENOUGH AND HE KILLS HIMSELF BECAUSE THEY WANTED A STUPID SAPPY ENDING

anyway if anyone actually goes through the effort of reafing my god damn eS S A Y about Dracula that i finkshed typing (im not gonna bother editing tbh) at 4 fucking am. Then thank you and please get a life

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Of Witches And Demons - An Excerpt

Chapter 2: The Immortals. 

WC: 4000 words. Wanted to get this out asap tbh so it’s not the most polished thing but I hope you’ll forgive that and enjoy this!! If you wanna read a slightly more polished version, it’ll be up on wattpad soon so, 

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(“Let’s go away a little. Different town, different people. Doesn’t matter where. Just know we’re not in Tenebris anymore although we will get back there soon. Does matter who. So pay attention.” Krilla said. Almadea nodded.)

“So,” Alice said, lighting the candle in her hand. “Who are we this time around?”

The forest was calm, quiet, isolated. They liked coming here a night. Listening to the crickets hiding in the grass, the hooting owls, seeing the moonlight giving everything a soft glow. It was magical. Even after so long, the magic hadn’t faded. The man beside Alice sighed as he looked away from the moon and towards her.

“Who do you want to be?” He took the candle from her. “Billionaires? Eccentrics? Business owners?”

“I can’t decide, Xan.” Alice said.

A soft breeze began to blow, carrying cool water along with it. The candle flame flickered as the wind blew past it. Xander put a hand around the flame to keep it from going out.

“So, you’re here. Took you long enough.” Xander said.

A branch crunched under the foot of the man walking towards Xander.

“I’m sorry I don’t finish as fast as you do, Xander.” The man said.

“You took an unusually long time.” Xander replied.

“I take a perfectly okay time, Xan. You’d think you’d know after two centuries together.” The man stopped in place. The wind began to die down.

“I should, I suppose.” Xan nodded. “Anyway, get over here, Cy.”

“So why the meeting outside?” Cyrus asked.

“I wanted to talk about our plans on Thursday.”

“Couldn’t we have had this conversation in the house?” He protested.

“I wanted the fresh air. Now get over here and stop whining.” Xander said. Cyrus let out a frustrated groan and walked over to the two of them.

“So, have you decided who we’re going to be?” Cyrus asked Alice.

“Well, I’m not sure yet. But definitely something new, someone we haven’t been yet.” She said.

“New, huh?” Cyrus chuckled softly.

“Let’s start at the basics. What have we been?” Xander said.

“Doctors, magicians, circus folk, philanthropists, bakers, politicians...” Cyrus began.

“So, what do you think, Alice?” Xander asked.

“How about ourselves?” Alice said.

“Don’t be naive, Alice. You know we can’t do that.” Cyrus said.

“I’m not saying tell everyone who we are.”

“Then what are you proposing, Alice? You know I hate vague people.” Cyrus leaned against a tree.

“Let’s be a family again instead of distant siblings. I’m tired of playing siblings.”

“Then, what? You wanna be my mother?” Cyrus scoffed.

“It’s not the 1800s, Cy.” Alice replied, picking up the candle and putting it to her nose. “You’d be my father. Besides, you are older than me.”

“You want me and Xander to be your fathers?” Cyrus said.

“Yes. And what’s the problem? You two used to date each other, right?” Alice vaguely pointed at both of them.

“There’s no problem, I’m just confirming.”

Xander interrupted before Cyrus could get another word in. “That’s fine and all, Alice, but what do we do? You know, for a living?”

“We’re rich, that’s for sure. I have had enough of being poor. We’re immortal, for fuck sake. There’s no fun being poor. Certainly not in this world.” She grumbled.

“Okay. Then you better come up with a good reason for us being rich.”

Alice pondered over it for a minute. What should they be? People would ask, that’s for sure. After so many years, Alice had learned that people couldn’t help but stick their noses in other people’s businesses. 

Alice snapped her fingers. “Ooh, how about you be oil princes?” She said. “We haven’t done that yet.”

“Both of us?” Cyrus asked.

“No. Don’t be silly. There’s no way anyone would believe that. It’d be more plausible if you started the business together after you met and fell in love or you started the business then fell in love but that feels old.”

“Then, what, pray tell, should we be? It’s your turn, Alice. Otherwise we skip your turn and we do my thing.” Xander said.

“No! We did your thing the last time we moved. I’ll think of something. Just give me a second.”

Cyrus sighed. “Okay, then. Take the night to sleep on it. We have a long trip ahead of us soon, anyway.”

“At least we’re sure of the location, yes?” Alice asked.

Xander nodded. “Yes. That hasn’t changed.”

“Where was it again?” Cyrus asked.

“You know where it is.” Xander said.

“I wasn’t listening when you said it.”

“You’ve got to start paying more attention, Cyrus. You’re wasting that photographic memory of yours.”

“Please, let’s not do this right now, Xan. Just tell me where we’re going. And let’s let Alice decide till tomorrow, yes?”

“Sure, whatever.” Xander let out a soft sigh. “We’re going to Tenebris.” He turned to Alice. Let’s go.” He put a hand on Alice’s back and turned to Cyrus. “You coming?”

“Go on ahead. I’ll catch up. I’m going to enjoy some of that fresh air you dragged me out here for.” Cyrus said. 

Xander handed him the candle and began to walk away. 

“Where the fuck is Tenebris?” Cyrus called out.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Xander kept walking.

“Don’t be vague, Xan.” Cyrus shouted but Xander and Alice had already walked away. 

A slight smile crept onto Cyrus’s face without permission as looked up at the moon, its glimmering light illuminating the entire forest in a silver blanket. Anyone who says the night is evil has never looked at the moon. He thought.

He put his hands in his pockets. The air seemed to grow colder every passing second. He could smell the fresh, wet grass from last night’s shower. It clung to the air like glue, filling it with a soft hint of earthiness everywhere.

He began to walk back towards the mansion they currently resided in. They owned the forest (at least parts of it) and the mansion. They’d bought it to make sure the number of tresspassers and onlookers would go down and it had helped a lot, actually.

But people were getting suspicious. It was time to pack up and move, as they did every twenty or so years, whenever they thought someone was onto them. They’d lived in France, Italy, Russia, Switzerland, India, Japan, Canada, Brazil, Mexico and every big city and country in the world. Now they’d had enough of the city life — one of the primary reasons they’d moved to this town from NY, in fact —  and wanted to move somewhere more quiet and peaceful. 

While cites sure had their advantages —  a prominent one being everyone was too busy to give a shit about new people in town — it got lonely over time. And even in big cities, there was no escaping nosy neighbours.

Though it had been only nine years in this town, they’d decided to move somewhere they could live in peace. A place where they wouldn’t have to worry about getting shot or killed and being found out. This town had its charm but even it’s residents were wondering why the people in the mansion didn’t seem to age a day in the last few years. They’d started believing the ‘good genes, I guess’ excuse even less every time it was told to them.

Cyrus had personally seen what happened when humans found out about one of them being an Immortal.

When Cyrus had been granted the opportunity to be an Immortal, there were eight of them. Now, only Cyrus and Xander remained of the original eight. The others had either died, left to live in isolation or moved away to try their best to stay out of regular human business, trying to live normal lives unhindered.

Alice had only recently – 167 years ago, to be precise – joined them but she was a fine addition. She was the first woman to be turned in almost five centuries.

Cyrus took in a deep breath, letting all of nature’s beautiful smell consume his body as if tasting wine. He took his hands out of his pockets and blew on them to warm them up a bit. It was freezing out here.

Time to head back, he thought as he turned around and began to walk uphill back to the mansion.

With over twenty rooms in the mansion, the place was fit for kings (and had actually once belonged to a prince, of sorts). Everything about this place screamed ‘We have too much money’. Which wasn’t a bad thing, really. They had actually helped build an orphanage in the city, which had finished construction three weeks ago.

The mansion sat alone on a cliff, with no houses for miles and no one to disturb them. From the balcony, you could see the entire town in all its glory.

In one corner, smoke arose from the town’s bakery as Keith, the owner of said bakery, baked the last bread of the day, shutting down for the night. 

In another corner, if you lived in a mile radius, you could her Mrs. Radley screaming at her husband for being home late again. As the clock struck ten, the town began to close up, with only the twenty four hour pharmacy and the famous Powers’ Coffee Shop staying on.

Even in this small town, you could see a few people sitting in the coffee shop, writing away on their laptops all night long. It was the students from the nearby college that came out to Powers’ for their famous coffee.

Justin Powers and a single employee kept the shop open all day with them looking after it during the day while Justin’s son Max looked after it at night. 

And their coffees were delicious. And, thankfully close by to Joanna’s Pie Shop, the best pies you’ll ever taste.

And in two days time, they would all be a faint memory, never to be seen again, if possible.

Cyrus made his way into the mansion. All the lights had been turned off, no surprise there, and Alice had gone to bed.

Xander, on the other hand, sat by the fireplace, a glass of expensive whiskey in hand and a novel in the other.

“I’m gonna go sleep, Xan. I’ll see you in the morning.” Cyrus said.

“Mmhmm.” Xander said, flipping a page in his book.

Cyrus walked up the stairs and found his way to his bedroom, the smallest of all the rooms in the mansion, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers onto him.

He reached under his bed and grabbed the long stick he kept there. He quickly extended it to the opposite wall and flicked off the light switch. He put the stick back in its place and opened the curtains behind his bed. As he closed his eyes, he found sleep quickly.

-

As the sun rose above the horizon, Alice woke up, yawning, gently outstretching her arms. She had given much thought to what they should be… and nothing seemed as exciting as good old star crossed lovers. Ala gay Romeo and Juliet. Except without the dying part.

She pushed the bed covers aside, heading straight for the bathroom. She couldn’t wait to tell Xan and Cy what she’d chosen. As she took a quick shower, she began to iron out the details of how it would work and what their story would be. Sure, star crossed lovers was old and cliche, but it was perfect. To be honest, she was always trash for Shakespeare and star crossed lovers. This was a perfect pit. Besides, they’d been siblings for far too long.

About twenty minutes later, the clock rang nine and Alice stepped out of the shower, quickly drying herself off and slipping on a nice pair of jeans and a plain red t-shirt.

She rushed down the stairs, jumping two steps at a time, making her way to the dining table where a sleepy Cyrus sat, slowly sipping on his coffee. Besides him sat Xander eating his regular bowl of cornflakes.

“Guys!” Alice said, rushing to take a seat besides Cyrus.

“Please, just…softer.” Cyrus said, halfway through a sip.

“Just listen. I’ve decided.”

“About?” Xan asked

“Our cover.”

“Alice. Softer.” Cy scolded.

“Shut up, dick.” Alice snarked. She turned her attention to Xan. “So, our cover. I know what we wanna be.”

“Alice, you know what we say about cussing at the table.”

“You’re not my dad!” Alice said.

Xander had a rule about being civilized at the table. It was a surprise he’d managed to uphold it all these years, especially with Alice and Cyrus in the house — half their vocabulary was curse words.

“Well I’m gonna be soon, apparently so you better start listening, right?” Xander retorted.

“Ugh, I hate you.” Alice groaned.

“Perfect. Means I’m being a good parent.”

“So much wrong with that statement but we don’t have the time to explain all that. Anyway can you just listen to me?”

“Alright alright. Go on, I’m listening.” He shoved a spoonful of cornflakes into his mouth.

“Right. Our story. You two are, drum roll please,” She paused until Xan put down his spoon and reluctantly did a little series of taps on the table, “star crossed lovers.”

“Good god.” Cyrus sighed. “Why did we let her choose again?”

“I can hear you, you know.” Alice said.

“Her birthday comes up soon. It’s her gift.” Xan reminded, not noticing it was a rhetorical question.

“So,” Alice continued, unfazed. “I’ve been thinking all night and Xan was the rich guy…”

“Obviously.” Xan said, taking a bite of his food. Alice rolled her eyes.

“Would you just let me tell it?”

“Okay!” Xan backed off. “Sorry.”

“Right, so, Xan was the rich guy. You met at a mutual friend’s party, had drinks together and hooked up. Cyrus was still in the closet at the time and his dad was super homophobic. But, you kept seeing Xan because you felt a connection. When you meet him the second time, three days have passed. Xan sees you and says, “I’ve been waiting for you.” And you ask, “For three days?” and he nods and you kiss him in public for the first time. You stay over for the night but the next day your dad finds out. He’s threatened to cut you off if he sees you with Xan again.” She paused for a breath.

“But, you like him so much, you risked being broke. Your family isn’t super rich, but you do pretty well. You went off to live with Xan and your dad said he cut you off. But, your dad suddenly falls ill only you don’t learn that until a week later when your mom calls you to his funeral. He couldn’t bear to see you go and he died of a heart attack. When his will is read after the funeral, you realize he never took you out of it. In fact, he left you most of his possessions. You give a lot of it to your mom and you and Xan continue living together. After two years, you have an amazing fall wedding. Then the year after that, you adopted me from an orphanage at age six or something. At this point, Xan is 28 and Cy, you’re 26. And since then, it’s been like eight or nine years and now I’m starting high school.”

Xan almost spit out his milk. “Wait, hold up. You’re going to high school?”

“Yeah, I mean, I didn’t really get to go back when I turned and I haven’t really been to one since. It’ll be a good learning experience. Plus what am I gonna be? Homeschooled? I need to start hanging out with people my own age!”

“Good luck finding a hundred and seventy year old people. Do you need me to buy you a graveyard, hon?” Cyrus teased. Alice ignored him.

“It’s going to be awful. You haven’t been to school for what, a hundred and sixty eight years at this point?” Xander said.

“Sixty seven.” Alice corrected. “Sixty eight next month.”

“Yeah, a lot has changed since then.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll pick things up quick.” Alice reassured him. “Plus there will be cute boys and girls there.” She added softly.

“You can’t be serious.” Cyrus put his cup down, fully awake now, and turned to Xander for an answer.

“Oh, come on, Xan.” Alice begged.

“Eh, let her do it. She’ll be fine. You know how she can be if she doesn’t get what she wants.” Xan resigned, after some thought. He continued eating.

“Yay!” Alice squealed, jumping out of her seat. “You lose, I win!” She stuck her tongue out, making a face at Cy. He ignored her.

Alice blew a raspberry. She turned to Xan. “So, when do we leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, earlier if we can manage it.” He chewed on his food before continuing. “Start packing, say your goodbyes.”

“Great. I’m gonna go do that then.” Cy stood up and left the room.

“I’m gonna go to Joanna’s then. Grab some breakfast and say goodbye.”

“Bring something back for me and Cy, yeah?” Xan said.

“Sure.” Alice grabbed her coat, her purse, the car keys and rushed out the door.

-

Joanna’s Pie Shop was a quaint little shop, tucked between a McDonald’s and a Starbucks. But it got by surprisingly well, all because of how goddamn delicious Joanna’s pies were.

Alice had eaten a lot of things in her relatively small existence but having had a taste of Joanna’s pies was her most proud moment. 

“Joanna!” She called out as she pushed open the door and walked in.

“Coming, darling!” Joanna’s voice came from inside the kitchen. “Just getting some pies ready. Be out in a minute. Take a seat.”

Alice took a seat on the black bar stools by the counter and sat patiently as she waited for Joanna to come out.

Joanna arrived from the kitchen with thick gloves and trays with steaming hot pies, her apron covered in flour.

“Hot from the oven!” She announced, placing the tray on the counter and slipping off the thick gloves. “Want a slice?”

“Yeah.” Alice said. “A full Chocolate Coconut Creme for me, two slice of green apple for Cy and a slice of Pumpkin pie for Xander.”

“Coming right up.” Joana said. “Feel free to help yourself to some coffee if you want.” She grabbed a mug from behind her and handed it to Alice.

“Thanks, Jo. You’re the best.”

Joana smiled before disappearing back into the kitchen.

As Alice sipped on her coffee, Joana walked out of the kitchen with the pies. “Here ya go, hon.” She quickly stuffed them into a large box and handed it to Alice.

“Thanks. How much is it?” Alice asked.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s on the house. I’m in a good mood today. Plus you’ve already done so much for us.”

“Oh, come on, Jo. This’ll be the last time you get to charge me.”

Joana gave her a puzzled look, “What do you mean, hon?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” Alice said. 

“You’re not dying or nothing, right, hon?”

“No, no. Nothing like that.” Alice reassured her.

Joana let out a deep sigh of relief “Well, good. Then what is it?”

“We’re moving. Me, Xan and Cy.”

“Moving?” Joana gasped. “Where?” 

“It’s far. That’s all I can tell you about it. It’s family business.”

“But you’ll come back eventually, right?” Joana asked.

“No, I’m afraid not. We’ll be staying there permanently.” Alice said softly.

“Permanently?” Joana couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Alice nodded. “So, this is… technically, goodbye.”

Joana choked up. “When uh— When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. Afternoon. Maybe earlier.”

“Oh. Alright then.” Joana cleaned her hand on her apron and wiped off a tear.

“I’m sorry, it’s just the decision was so sudden. We made plans last night.”

“No, it’s fine. Just, before you leave, promise me you’ll stop by one last time? For old times sake?”

“I’ll try, Jo.”

“No, promise me, Alice. Just stop by before you leave. It shouldn’t take very long.”

“I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands. But I’ll try my best.”

“Very well then. I hope you come.” Joana started to go back in the kitchen.

Alice held up the box. “Joana? How much?”

“Like I said, Alice. They’re on the house. Enjoy them. I’m not gonna charge you and that’s final.”

Alice smiled. “I’m gonna miss you, Jo.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, hon.” Joana disappeared back into the kitchen.

Alice sighed and walked out of the shop.

-

The next day came quickly and everyone rushed frantically to stuff their things into a million bags. It’s insane how much junk you collect over the years. A lot of it would go into the storage facility they’d kept over the years but beyond that, everything else they were attached to came with them.

This time, the furniture, most of the paintings, the utensils, some small things and other stuff they didn’t want all stayed. They’d decided to donate the mansion to the city and open it to the public for free use by anyone. Xander had even talked to some of the townspeople to turn it into a lodging for the homeless free of cost of something similar. But now they had to leave so who knew what would happen to the house?

The truck came, the important stuff was loaded in and Cyrus and Alice sat in the car, waiting for Xander to lock everything up and bring out his bags. Finally, he did come out and got in the car.

“Ready?” He asked, putting on his seatbelt.

“Yeah.” Cyrus said. 

“Hey, Xan, you mind if we stop by Joana’s? She asked me to stop by if we could.”

“What’s the time right now?”

“It’s uh, 1:36 pm.” Cyrus said.

“Sure. We’ve got some time to kill. I guess that’d be alright. Plus I have to go give the house keys away too.”

“Great. Just drop me off at hers then and come pick me up after you’re done.”

“Alright, give me a second to go tell the driver the plans have changed.” Xander said, getting out of the car. He returned quickly.

“He’s gonna go ahead and he’ll be waiting on the outskirts of town for us to lead the way.”

“Cool.” Cyrus said. “Turn the AC on and let’s go already.” He put in headphones and lied down on the backseat, using his forearm as a pillow. “And wake me up when we get there.”

Xander sighed. “Fine.”

The car whirred to life.

-

Joana stood idly in the shop, expectantly staring at the door, waiting for Alice and the other two to arrive.

As she saw their car turning the bend, she rushed out from behind the counter and ran outside.

“You came!” She said as Alice opened the car door.

“Yeah.” Alice said.

“No, no don’t get out.” Joana said. “Or I’m going to start crying and I don’t want to ruin my makeup. “Just wait here, I’ll be back in a second.”

“O-okay.” Alice said.

“What’s wrong?” Xander asked.

“She told me to wait here.”

“Fine.” Xander said.

Joana reemerged from the shop carrying a large box of pies. She quickly handed it to Alice.

“What’s this?” Alice asked, opening the box. 

“It’s my coveted smores pie. With extra marshmallows. Made them specially for you this morning.”

“Thank you, Joana.”

“I’m gonna miss you, hun.” 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Alice said.

“Now go, before the waterworks start.” Joana said.

Alice nodded, closing the car door. As the car drove away, Joana waved a last goodbye.

-

Almost thirty six straight hours of driving later, Xander called out for Cyrus who had woken up and gone to sleep multiple times at this point.

“Cy, we’re almost there.” Xander said.

“We’re here?” Cyrus sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Just about. We’ll be there in five.”

“Great.” Cyrus said.

The car slowly cruised along the road, the truck following behind as they passed into Tenebris’s borders. 

“Welcome to Tenebris, babe.” Xander said to Cyrus. 

“I am not calling you babe.” Cyrus said.

“You better start.” Xander said. “Our daughter wants us to, don’t you, hun?”

“Mmhmm.” Alice said.

“Fuck you both.” Cyrus said.

“Yeah, love you too, babe.”

Cyrus let out a frustrated groan. God, he wished this wouldn’t last long. It already felt weird. But, here they were: in Tenebris, a town smackdab in the middle of fucking nowhere. And for a while, this would be their home.

*

[hugyoongs]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

↠ summary: join the ride of seven best friends as they navigate their way through the stress, love, joy, and adventure that college brings.

↠ pairings: taejoon, 2seok, yoonkookmin

↠ genre: crack (honestly 95% of the book), angst, fluff

↠ word count: 966

↠ warnings: language as always

↠ a/n: so like if you follow this story on wattpad you would see that dahlia tends to update faster than me lol. so if you prefer reading on wattpad, you can click the link in the mastlist lol.

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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀: 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙆

[ the seven deadly sins ] 

namjukebox 

[1 attachment]

jimoaning

HOLY SHIT WE’RE IN CALCULUS

suckjin

oh god namjoon

suckjin

please tell me that is NOT your dick

namjukebox 

SHIT sorry that was for my anime girlfriend 

jimoaning

since when were we straight

jimoaning

nice dick though 

jeoncena 

JIMIN WTF

temptaetion

joon pls wear sweats next time you’re around me

temptaetion

gray sweats. 

jimoaning

but there are bigger and better things if yk what i mean

namjukebox 

god you're disgusting 

suckjin 

to be fair, you sent a DICK PIC

namjukebox 

but ************** over here has an 

obsession with certain dick

suckjin

OH AHAHA

suckjin

i still can't believe that ************** 

has a ***** on ******

temptaetion 

who has a crush on WHO?

minsugay 

omg who tf has a crush on hoseok

jimoaning

SEOKJIN

suckjin

jimin...its on sight

jimoaning

chill, i'm kidding

jimoaning

you're the only one who 

would look cute with hoseok *

suckjin

jimin i hope you know that your bitchass is 

sitting two desks in front of me

suckjin 

and what your ugly roach-ass doesn't know

is that i WILL NOT HESITATE to leak your little confession

minsugay 

JIMIN HAS A CRUSH ON HOSEOK 

hoesuck 

wait WHAT

jimoaning

MY NAME DOESN'T HAVE 14 LETTERS

hoesuck

EXPOSE HIM JIN

suckjin

you see, i am a LOYAL friend

suckjin 

i could never do that to jimin

hoesuck

for me?? :(

jimoaning

SEOKJIN I SWEAR TO GOD

jimoaning

I WILL REMOVE YOUR ABILITY TO EVER 

HAVE KIDS IF YOU EXPOSE ME

temptaetion 

why is everyone diverting the attention AWAY from namjoon's dick

jeoncena

bc it was for his anime girlfriend 

namjukebox 

it was for everyone :)

temptaetion 

can it be for me? 

namjukebox 

sure

temptaetion

;)

namjukebox

; )

jeoncena

stop fucking flirting

jeoncena

you guys are N A S T Y

suckjin

STOP GLARING AT ME JIMOAN

jimoaning

N O

minsugay 

jimin, we all know that you like hoseok

minsugay 

it's okay

jimoaning

THERE'S BETTER THAN HOSEOK

jimoaning

SHUT UP TINY DICK

suckjin

EXCUSE ME

hoesuck 

WHAT

suckjin

pm me for jimin's confession xoxo

jimoaning

N O 

suckjin

i should probably send it to ****** first 

hoesuck

OMG JIMIN LIKES YOONGI

jimoaning 

NO WTF GOD NO

jimoaning

YOONGI IS DISGUSTING 

jeoncena 

what

minsugay 

WHAT

-

[hoesuck has added suckjin to the conversation]

hoesuck

its yoongi isn't it

suckjin

ofc ofc

suckjin

i quote: idk what to do why are we so mean to each other but nice to each other at the same time it makes my heart go BOOM and that's not good because actually it is good but i love this feeling kind of ?? i want yoongi to make fun of me still but i also want to give him a lot of hugs and it is making me SAD 

hoesuck

omg jiminie is adorable 

suckjin

my braincells suffered tyvm

hoesuck 

FUCK HE'S SO CUTE AHH

hoesuck 

THIS FEELS LIKE A FANFICTION 

suckjin

plot twist: it IS a fanfiction

hoesuck

damn...i smell competition 

suckjin

what

hoesuck

isn't it obvious that jungkook wants yoongi too?

suckjin 

OH SHIT THE SPICAYY LOVE TRIANGLE

hoesuck

yoongi ain't even all that TF THEY SEE IN HIM

hoesuck 

sorry, excuse me for my language 

hoesuck

we are all equal in the eyes of our gay jesus

suckjin 

hold up, let's finish this during break

suckjin

i just heard prof. han just say that we're having a fucking test

hoesuck

WHAT

-

[ jimoaning has added minsugay to the conversation ]

jimoaning

tiny dick

minsugay 

wtf do you want 

jimoaning

i need to talk about something serious and i think 

that the others will just tell me i'm overreacting 

minsugay 

you're overreacting 

minsugay 

now leave me tf alone

minsugay 

i don't want to help you

jimoaning

yoongi pls :c

minsugay 

i said no

minsugay 

i mean NO

jimoaning

but i really need advice and ur smart

minsugay

fine. what's wrong?

jimoaning

i think that jungkook hates me :cc 

minsugay 

whait what

jimoaning

idk what i did

jimoaning

i even ran to the store last night to 

buy his fucking banana milk

jimoaning

it's a different vibe 

jimoaning

he's oddly snappy towards me as

if i did something but tbh idk what i did

jimoaning

he always leaves me on read too

jimoaning

i wanted to believe that he hated you for like

a few hours because maybe i was in denial and

didn't want to accept the fact that my best friend hates me

jimoaning

i don't want to lose him yoongi :cc

minsugay 

DID YOU TAKE HIS MAN

jimoaning

what ?? no i would never do that

minsugay 

idk jimin

minsugay 

you're my friend so obviously i 

don't know what you could've done

minsugay 

try and talk to him 

jimoaning

aRE YOU CRAZY

jimoaning

WHAT IF I'M WRONG AND THEN I SRSLY MAKE HIM HATE ME

minsugay 

and who cares

minsugay

the world won't stop because jungkook hates you

jimoaning

:c you're right i guess

minsugay 

although we hate each other, you can rely on me if you need advice...i probably won't give you any though

jimoaning

i fucking hate you

minsugay

love you too park 

-

[ jimoaning has added namjukebox to the conversation ]

jimoaning

NAMSJEJEIEJEKRNRJRJRJRKR

jimoaning

NAMJOOENEIRJEIRJRJRJRJRR

jimoaning 

NAMEJEJEKEJKEKRNRJEJEJRK

namjukebox

you were so close the second time

jimoaning 

NAMJOON

namjukebox

there ya go

namjukebox

are you ok

jimoaning

wHAT DOES GAY PANIC FEEL LIKE

jimoaning

TELL ME RIGHT NOW

namjukebox

and why are you asking me this

jimoaning

because u go into gay panic like every other day

namjukebox

i-

namjukebox

you’re not wrong 

jimoaning 

SO?!?!??!!?

namjukebox

….so what?

jimoaning 

WHAT DOES GAY PANIC FEEL LIKE

namjukebox

oh right lol

namjukebox

um you’re just panicking 

namjukebox

in gay

jimoaning

YEAH IM SOIMG THAT RIGHT NOW

namjukebox

soming 

jimoaning

ALRIGHT YOU DICK

namjukebox

calm downnnnn

namjukebox

now who has caused this panic

jimoaning

2 words

jimoaning

min fucking yoongi

namjukebox

that was 3 words

[jlf23tumble]

Four Hangout: Recap

Oh, man, I know I “owe” this one, so I’m doing it, but I hate it for about 15 different reasons, 14 of those being Ben Winston, which means I’m gonna keep this fairly short. The Four Hangout (lmao, I will never stop laughing at the attempts to team up with Google’s shitty tech) predates my entry into this fandom, so I’m not as on top of every little thing that happened around it (and my god, there were some doozies). I’ve found other posts that do a better job of transcribing some key moments), but I’m sure lots of others are out there, and as ever, I recommend taking 35 minutes to stare at this work of art for yourself.

Whenever I’ve seen gifs from this, the read is that at least two people are coming off a coke bender as we all focus on Ben’s rather ham-fisted attempt to get Louis to admit that he hates people thinking he’s gay. But in rewatching it in full now and knowing more about the context around it, the true vibe is exhaustion mixed with some very real anger/mulishness aimed at management in general and Ben in particular. Because the point of the Four Hangout isn’t to promote Four, the album, but to exonerate the D’s management team, blow smoke up Ben’s ass, and “clear the air” about whatever rumors have been going around that the D’s team doesn’t like, all posed as questions theoretically from the fans, yet weirdly management focused.

I’ve found lots of good blog posts that summarize these 35 or so minutes, but here’s an executive summary of my comments coupled with others I’ve found:

Ben Winston is an insufferable dick

The D is so fucking TIRED at this point, everyone’s low energy, but Louis’s voice is the softest, raspiest, most enchanting thing

They regularly creep on social media and are up on pretty much everything fandom related

There are no rumors they need to dismiss except that they’re currently alive, go on, ask them twice!

Liam is great at delivering the corporate spiel

Harry really did get them sneezes out

The Louis/Ben feud is one thing; the Harry/Ben feud is a whole other

Louis reads fanfic (and has some faves!)

Narry are ride or die WMYB, except for when Harry needs to have a go at Ben

Zayn has somehow made himself look even more godlike

Louis has super cute socks

With that in mind, let’s jump into some key moments, but I’m paraphrasing a lot because it’s so hard to hear over all the cross-talk, asides, and inside jokes. More under the cut!

Shout out to Louis's collarbones and quiff combo...his voice is about to give out, but he’s so OPEN and present for this total shitshow, even when he defiantly refuses to take the path he’s being guided down. Also, please @ god let me play some poker while we enjoy a bacon butty over brunch, his face as Niall introduces Ben as a “very, very good friend of ours” (me as both Ziam and Harry):

One of the most subversive things this band does is effusive praise when they’re pissed off, and never is it clearer than here, when Niall gushes on about all the wonderful work Ben has done for them, and the other boys pick up on it and start whistling and clapping (Louis: “My hero”; Harry: “LOOK AT THOSE TEETH!”) until Ben gets extremely uncomfortable.

We’re off to a good start, with Ben being sure to preface that all of these questions are from the fans, and then Harry asking Ben if he’s wearing makeup (Ben, mildly affronted, “No, I’m not wearing any makeup, but you guys do, you wear a lot of makeup, don't you, Harry” [Harry: “Tons”; Ben: “Well, you need to”]).

The first question is about the difference between this album and their first one, and it’s such a stupid, easy question that I want to answer it for Niall because I can do it in my sleep. Ben then asks Louis if he likes visiting the X Factor, if it reminds him of the old days (you know, four years ago), and AGAIN, this is a dumb-ass question, and Louis’s a pro, so what do you think he’s gonna say? (Of course he likes visiting, it’s lovely to go down and relive it). Is Harry nervous about playing there again tonight? Nope, it’s fun!! He can enjoy it this time around! Simon Cowell doesn’t give him ANY anxiety!!

The next question is about the simplicity of the old days, and my god, does my heart break for Liam saying that they had to work really hard back then, so it’s nice that four years later, they get a few more vacation days. Louis agrees, adding that the first American promo trip was a grind where they did 10 things a day (multiple interviews, signings, radio appearances, rehearsals, and shows)

Ben asks if they ever go back and watch clips of themselves from their early days (this genuinely does seem like a fan ask), and wouldn’t you know, Niall was just chillin’ out last week, rewatching all the video diaries again. Louis admits that his red trousers and braces were loud, but they worked for the time, “Or do you disagree, Ben?” (Ben: “No, I loved it.” Louis: “Thank you.”) And I wish I could travel back in time both so I could kill Hitler AND witness Ben showing up somewhere in a pair of Toms, only to be faced by Louis Tomlinson telling him that he wore that style two years ago, and he wouldn’t anymore, which Ben says cut him down to size (I highly doubt that, but I would have love to see it).

All of this fashion talk is side-winding into a question about who tells them what to wear and whether they have control over their image now. They all note that they wouldn’t have dared to push back in year one, presumably because “experts” were telling them what to do, plus it was all free (which makes all the dragging on their old looks extra fun to watch). Then Ben asks whether they make their own decisions now, and Liam says yeah as Louis smirks, lmaooooo, which morphs into, well, we have much more input than we used to have. I’m here for Harry giving a slow, long-winded answer as a construction project starts up somewhere in the studio, and Louis yells, “Keep it down” into his mic.

Ben, I mean, the fans want to know what piece of advice they’d give the fetus versions of themselves, if they could go back in time, and Louis advises his younger self to have a second glance in the mirror and see if he’s really sure about that particular outfit. (Ben: “Is that…really?” Louis: “No, Ben, I’m just trying to make a joke.”). Liam would fight the haircuts, and Harry would burn the supras (I’m assuming; Louis: “They were outrageous”). Zayn would tell his younger self to have a bit more fun, to try and take it all in and enjoy it more. :(

“The fans” are curious about the negative side of social media, how the D just exploded on YouTube and Twitter after X Factor, and does it ever go too far? Liam channels my inbox and says that people forget there’s a person on the other side of an anon message, that these guys see all the things that are said about them, and they’re self-conscious with cameras and comments, but it’s okay, they put up with it. Louis’s addicted to Twitter, and says that there are negative people there, but you’ll find negative people on every social media platform and in real life, too, it is what it is.

Of course, “the fans” are curious about how all this social media shit affects their girlfriends, and I would kill to hear more about what Narry, the two singles on this couch, keep giggling about in this ridick convo that I’m not even gonna bother to sum up.

Ben’s curious how the fans always manage to leak everything the band does, and yes, Louis, tell us more! How does it make you feel? Liam thinks it’s anticlimactic, Niall’s only beef is when something is leaked a week before it’s out, and everyone else just gets annoyed if it breaks the structure of a rollout, but nobody talks about songs that are leaked that were never meant for official release (cough cough, "Home”), and Harry’s just happy people get a sneak peek and then still buy the album, so all is good. Me as this exchange: Ben, incredulously, “It’s amazing they’re able to constantly do it”; Liam: “Lots of high-tech people out there.”

Probably my favorite part of this is the fanfic discussion, which kicks off with Ben’s “I've noticed, not that I’ve read it, but there's been a lot of fanfiction published about you boys, books published, have you any read it?”

Zayn avoids it at all costs, but Louis’s aware of a fic writer’s book deal (who????) and says that he’s come across some of it on twitter (!!!). He finds some of it utterly bizarre (looking at you, self-inserts), but he’s read some nice little stories, and he’s seen some that go very deep and very, very weird. Liam acknowledges that it’s a whole different world, that he gets the idea of it, of fans putting themselves in situations with them (and Jesus Christ, it kills me that they’ve had to read self-insert wattpad fics), but some of it blows his mind. Niall doesn’t know where to go looking for it, but don’t worry friend, Ben’s gonna hook you up with his favorites! Harry is noticeably quiet during ALL of this.

With a horrible segue, Ben says, “Speaking of things that are made up, what’s the biggest rumor you’ve heard about yourself, this is a question lots of fans are asking” (SURE THING), and Harry never gets enough credit for his dry delivery, such as the way he says, “We’ve all been dead a couple of times.” But Ben can’t let it go, and that’s when Louis does his whole, “No”….dramatic pause (he might be saying “Go,” but the point is, he lets this bit drop where it lands). Zayn jumps in with the rumor that Niall used to be a jockey, and god bless him, honestly.

Ben realizes he’s not getting anywhere with this, so it’s time to move on to the actual album, why is it called Four, etc. It’s not really all that interesting, tbh, nor is the name they didn’t go with as a band (Liam’s dad’s suggestion, which was USP, if you’re curious). Liam figures USP will flourish one day, and this whole section proves how funny Liam actually is. I’m curious about all the One Direction tribute bands they’re mentioning, and I’m totally down to check one out if they’re ever in my area, just fwiw.

Anyway, moving on! What song are they most proud of? Zayn loves “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” and Louis is WAY into “Fireproof,” which Liam’s down with, too. The part that’s interesting gets glossed over because Ben’s an idiot, but they talk about how many songs they’ve written that don’t make it to the album, like, Liam has a tattoo that says “somewhere is a place that nobody knows” from a song we’ll never hear called “Man on a Mission,” and how many others are stored in this vault (23 or 24 were in the final running for this album, where are they)? Harry suggests those songs will be on USP’s first album, and I will absolutely buy it. His story about the Norway bus trip makes me want to dig deep (he was on a party bus in Norway and heard one of their songs, sung by them, that had never been released anywhere, and he was the only one who knew it).

Zayn hints a bit at what happens (voting), and Liam hints at all the meetings, but I would love to know so much more about this process, especially since Niall says that lots of people are in these meetings, with lots of opinions (Simon, label, other managers).

Ben says that another recurring question is about what “Stockholm Syndrome” means, and I love the Alex Turner-esque dodge we get on Harry literally describing what Stockholm Syndrome means, without any real insight into what the song’s about. Still, I live in the awkward that happens right after this drops, with Ben still somehow trying to get them to admit they don’t feel trapped, lmao:

Ben asks about which songs are about specific people, and god, I don’t care because all of this section is lies. Then he tries to get them to talk about songs they don’t like, and they aren’t here for that, like, Liam will say he can’t casually listen to WMYB, but he loves performing it, and the best part of this is Harry saying he’ll crank that song and mouth along, pretending that he’s Niall.

For their favorite songs, Liam goes with “Fireproof,” Louis goes with “Midnight Memories,” Niall goes with “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” Zayn can’t pick one, and Harry says “Best Song Ever.” Ben likes “Through the Dark” because of course he does, and that’s when the needling from Harry starts about “Gotta Be You,” and I don’t understand, but I live for him on the attack, so geddit, son (also, Niall, with his “your boyfriend’s back, and you’re gonna be in trouble,” etc., YES).

Another question Ben kept getting from fans (got it!) is what would be the one thing they’d change in the past four years, and Louis starts with, “Why would you want to? It’s been great, there’s no point.” Liam agrees, and that’s that. Ben’s next question is what moment they’d relive in the past four years, and Niall says he was really nervous at MSG, although Zayn thinks it was a great gig BECAUSE they were nervous. Nothing’s really happening here, so Ben asks Harry what’s going on with his hair (I guess “the fans” want to know?), and Harry just says it tends to grow, that’s what hair does, and he’s letting it all hang out.

Another “fan” question that makes me laugh from Ben: “Who makes the decisions in One Direction? Is it always your call?” And they all say NO, but Liam jumps in with, “It’s totally us, people ask us now, ultimately we call the shots,” and there’s a LOT of back-chatter here, so draw what you see.

Ben tries to push how much they love the “Night Changes,” video, and AGAIN, Harry gets on his case about “Gotta Be You,” and someone else covers it better than I ever could, but this goading by Harry is wonderful. Ben’s creative process for video concepts is fascinating because he basically admits that it’s easy or it’s really hard (read: he steals it or just throws a shitty idea to a wall to see if it sticks).

Ben asks if they get nervous about people liking the album, and Louis says they care if critics like the album or not, but really, he’s out there on twitter searching different song titles to see the fan reaction. This is also when we learn they aren’t on ye olde social meeds that much anymore, but they all enjoy a good old-fashioned creep session (Zayn especially). Harry’s comment about feeling vulnerable when you release something you’ve been working on for a year feels especially poignant—he gets excited and nervous all at once—and I really don’t get this whole controlled leak promo thing they did for Four, but who am I to question Modest or Syco?? All I want to know is what Niall’s talking about on the side.