#the difference is that moon boy bought me white ones and the golden ones are a part of a set that i already have

[hum-suffer]

Im so fucking avaricious. I will covet anything anything anything and EVERYTHING.

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o bringing home a pet / interacting with animals

↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we are back at it with another tbz reaction! this is for my lovely anon who requested this. i hope you don’t mind i altered the request a little bit. i’m so sorry that requests are coming out slowly but bear with me i’ll get through them. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy! also, all my reactions are canon to my boyfriend series so i highly recommend checking those out as well! ☻

↳ genre: fluffiest of fluff

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.7k

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

it had been a week since you last saw sangyeon and you were finally going to see him, but you never would have guessed the unexpected to happen one rainy evening when it was nearly 35°F

as you were walking up to the dorms that’s when you heard tiny meows and spotted a small white kitten near the alley trying to make cover in a box

you instantly felt bad for the poor kitten due to the harsh weather conditions and it looked like it was lost from it’s mother

you swiftly picked up and tried your best to cover the tiny kitten with your jacket as you made your way inside the dorms

as sangyeon open the door he instantly smiled seeing your face giving you a cheek on this kiss

“what’s that sound?” he wondered as he heard the faint meows coming from your jacket

removing your jacket sangyeon saw the small kitten that was in your hands

“i found him outside, i couldn’t just leave him out there. do you think we can keep him?” you asked hopefully giving sangyeon your doe eyes

he sighed “i don’t know baby, we’re both really busy with our schedules.. he should be with a family where they can properly take care of him”

you nodded hating that he was right, you knew that you couldn’t take care of pet when you had a full time job and sangyeon had his idol responsibilities

sangyeon noticed your sadness and lifted your chin to look up at him “we’ll make sure that he’ll go to a loving home okay?” he promised

you smiled in response giving him a small peck setting the kitten down on the floor where he quickly ran under the table

「 Jacob Bae  」

you were excited, it was the day of your birthday and jacob wanted to make it extra special for you

he knew you always wanted a pet so he decided that you could go to the pet store and get any pet you wanted with his card

he wanted to go with you but unfortunately practice overlapped

nevertheless, you were ecstatic looking at all the different animals that were for sale, when your eyes finally landed on some caged rabbits

you smiled as you saw a light brown one with his long whiskers, in a way it reminded you of jacob

as you told the seller that was the animal you wanted, you bought all the corresponding items you would need like food, treats, toys, and a cage with a matching bowl set for his food and water

once you had everything you needed you made your way to the dorms to surprise jacob with your new pet

as you knocked on the door jacob answered noticing the huge cage covering your entire face and half your upper body

he laughed “what on earth did you buy?” trying to peek through the cage grabbing it from you with ease setting it on top of the dining table

“something that reminds of me of you” you smiled

“that’s funny because i don’t see a golden retriever anywhere” he teased

“this is better! just close your eyes” you instructed as jacob did was he was told

once you knew his eyes were closed you opened the cage and grabbed the rabbit holding it in your arms “okay open!”

when jacob opened eyes he saw the small brown rabbit in your hands “aw… you got a rabbit?” he asked scooping it from your hands wanting to see it closer

“yes!” you squealed not hiding your excitement as jacob set him down on the floor so that he could hop around

“well it’s super cute, and it suits you so well” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before he continued “now c’mon i have more surprises for my birthday girl”

「 Kim Younghoon  」

you loved younghoon, you pretty much had the perfect little family including your little poodle bori

but when your friend texted you that her maltese dog had a litter of puppies you couldn’t deny that you wanted one, they were just so precious

you kept hinting at younghoon all week that you really wanted to snag one of your friend’s puppies

“younghoon look at this cute picture again” you grinned showing him your phone

“they are cute baby but we already have bori” he said glancing at the picture

“but bori needs a friend” you protested leaning your head on his shoulder “pleaseee?”

he let out a light sigh “we can go and look at them but no promises okay?”

you shrieked “yay that’s perfectly fine! i love you so much” you repeated grabbing his face giving him kisses all over

as expected when you and younghoon went to go see the maltese puppies he was excited and couldn’t deny their cuteness and agreed that you could get one

you ultimately decided on the runt of the litter which was a boy and the smallest out of all the puppies

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

it was fun weekend when your sibling asked you to take care of their pet hedgehog

at first you weren’t even going to mention it to hyunjae since he was busy but he decided to surprise you at your apartment one evening

that’s when he noticed the small cage in your living room that definitely wasn’t there before

“hey babe what’s this? did you get a pet?” he wondered curiously

“oh! no i didn’t i’m just watching him for the weekend while my sibling is out of town” you replied heading to the kitchen to get dinner started

as hyunjae opened the cage to get a closer look at the hedgehog it quickly curled up into a ball out of anxiousness pricking hyunjae’s fingers

“ah! it feels like needles” he nearly screamed closing the cage quickly

as you ran back into the living room to see what the commotion was all about you saw the hedgehog still curled up in a ball in the corner of his cage

“aw hyunjae you scared him” you said opening up the cage grabbing him carefully

the hedgehog slowly peeked out of his little ball and started to relax in your hands

hyunjae came up behind you laying his head on your shoulder trying to get a better look at the hedgehog’s face

“it looks cute, but he still hurt my hand” he whined playfully

rolling your eyes at him you set the hedgehog back inside the cage where he started to walk freely

you grabbed hyunjae’s hand giving it a small kiss trying to make him feel better

“it hurts here too babe” he said pointing to his lips smirking

you chuckled as you leaned in giving him a small peck

「 Lee Juyeon 」

you were visiting juyeon during practice when he finally met your pet turtle for the first time

it was a yellow-bellied slider turtle and it was still small enough that it fit in the palm of your hand

you walked in the studio with your small portable cage and saw juyeon practicing alone to new dance moves for the boyz next comeback

he smiled when he saw you through the mirror reflection turning around walking towards you giving you a peck on the lips

when he pulled apart he noticed the tiny cage in your hands

“hey babe, you didn’t have to come all this way to see me. i was gonna head to the dorms after” he said

“i know, but i wanted you to finally my meet my pet turtle. i’ve had him ever since i was little” you smiled taking your turtle out of the cage handing him over to juyeon

“he’s super cute” he commented as the turtle kept sticking its head in and out of his shell

as you both sat down on the floor you grabbed a little bit of juyeon’s fruit from the table and started to feed your turtle

juyeon laughed at how slowly the turtle was eating

“that was all the food i had for practice and it’s gonna take him at least 5 years to eat it all” he teased as you giggled in response

「 Kevin Moon 」

after dating for about a month kevin finally decided to visit your apartment for the first time

you were a bit apprehensive at first mostly because of your pet since you weren’t sure how he was going to react

as you walked into your apartment he casually looked around

“wow i’m jealous i think your place is bigger than our dorms” he commented

you laughed before stopping in front of your bedroom door

“okay, so don’t freak out but i have pet snake..” you told him hesitantly

“no way for real? can i see?” kevin asked excitedly

you nodded opening your bedroom door as you and kevin walked up to the medium sized cage in the corner of your room

“wow he looks really cool can i hold him?” kevin asked

“absolutely he’s actually really sweet” you replied taking out the medium green snake and handing him over

kevin held the snake in his hands while sticking out his tongue copying the snake as you smiled

“i actually have to give him away soon since i’m moving to another building and they don’t allow pets” you mumbled

“aw that sucks [name] i’m sorry, how about i help you find him a good home?” kevin asked placing the snake back in the cage

you nodded happily wanting nothing more

「 Choi Chanhee 」

you weren’t expecting that this was the way that chanhee would meet a pet mouse for the first time

it was a memorable experience to say the least

when chanhee was on vlive you figured now was the time for him to meet the cute little mouse

“i’ll be right back deobi’s i’m gonna bring a friend” you smiled

chanhee gave you a confused look as far as he knew it was just you and him that were gonna do the vlive together

once you came back into the room chanhee turned his chair to greet the new acquaintance but the first thing you heard was his screams

“love what is that? is it a rat?” he shrieked as he covered his mouth in disbelief

“no! it’s my pet mouse, doesn’t he look cute deobi’s?” you asked showing him to the camera

“look at his cute little round ears” you added as chanhee was still giving you puzzled looks

“oh love, i don’t know…” he finally said looking at the mouse from afar and at his phone reading deobi’s comments

you giggled responding “relax chanhee it’s my neighbors mouse, i just wanted to see your reaction”

he sighed putting his hand over his chest dramatically “love you almost gave me a heart attack in front of deobi’s”

“sorry deobi!” you apologized sincerely leaving the room

“what just happened?” chanhee asked the camera jokingly

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

it was a nice sunny day when you and changmin decided to take a walk through the city

it was a spontaneous day, doing everything that caught you and changmin’s eye like the cafe and shopping

as you both were making your way home that’s when you spotted the pet store asking changmin if you can go in

“changmin-a, can we go there?” you asked pointing to the pet store

“of course babe, i was thinking about getting some new fish” he grinned grabbing your hand

as you both walked around the store looking at the various fishes and reptitles that’s when you saw a cage full of adorable hamsters

“aw changmin look how cute these are, they look just like you! especially that one” you pointed laughing at the individual hamster in the corner eating with its cheeks puffed

changmin laughed showing his adorable smile agreeing before asking the seller if he could hold one

the seller opened the cage and handed changmin a hamster to hold

you quickly took out your polaroid camera as changmin started to pose with the hamster

the rest of the day was spent taking pictures with all the animals in the pet store

「 Juhaknyeon 」

it was a chill day spending it haknyeon on his rare day off

as you two were watching t.v with your head on his lap you were casually scrolling through your phone

that’s when you saw an ad for a chameleon that was for sale

you didn’t know much about chameleon’s besides thet fact that they were really cool looking and that their skin camouflaged itself to hide from prey

you gently tapped on haknyeon who was slowly starting falling asleep

“haknyeon look someone is selling their pet chameleon” you said lightly trying to wake him up

“hmm? that’s nice babe” he replied still half asleep

“can we go and see it?” you asked hopefully

“mm, sure babe” he murmured bending down to kiss your forehead before falling back asleep

a couple of days later you were seeing the chameleon for the first time even though haknyeon barely rememberd the conversation on going

“this is him” the older lady introduced you two to her loving chameleon adding “would you like to hold him?”

you nodded enthusiastically as she grabbed the chameleon and placed it on your forearm

haknyeon lightly touched his back commenting on the odd texture

you then placed it on top of haknyeon’s forearm and saw the chameleon changing colors to haknyeon’s jacket

“wow, this is officially the coolest pet ever let’s get him” haknyeon’s said smiling

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

kim sunwoo loved you, in fact he adored you. in his eyes you could do no wrong

but he also loved the two lovebirds you had together as pets as they reminded him of your relationship

the birds were always together, eating, sleeping, and flying simultaneously

the male lovebird had a black face with a grey body and his name was jae

while the female was light blue with white body with her name being eun

he especially loved it whenever he would come home from practice and they would fly all over the dorm

“sunwoo wait, jae is on top of your head” you giggled as sunwoo entered the apartment taking off his shoes

you pointed your index finger outward as jae flew on top of it landing easily

jae quickly flew over to his wooden play stand walking to eun as she was eating from the bird feeder

sunwoo pulled you close wrapping his arms around your waist pressing light kisses in the crook of your neck from behind

“how was your day?” he murmured in between kisses

you moaned in response “so much better now that you’re here”

sunwoo smiled as you both heard the the faint chirps from jae and eun in the background

「 Eric Sohn 」

one of the reasons you loved hanging out with eric was because he always made you feel like a little kid again

it was his idea to spend the day with you at an amusement park where you two went on countless rides and ate all the junk food you can eat

you both decided that it would be best to take a break from all the rides and go to the park’s animal exhibit

“wow babe come look a this” eric exclaimed excitedly pulling your hand running towards the reptile exhibit

you giggled in response at his energy following right behind

you both took in all the different snakes, lizards, and turtles before you finally stopped in front of an exhibit where a worker was explaining one of the lizards they had which was a bearded dragon

“now would anyone like to hold him?” the worker announced to the onlookers

“i would!” eric grinned raising his hand in response

as you both walked closer to get a better look the worker handed eric the bearded dragon where he was also explaining more fun facts and instructions on how to hold him properly

“hold still eric i wanna make sure i get a picture of this” you smiled taking out your phone

after you took a few snaps you sent it to the boyz group chat where texts started to flood in

you laughed when you read hyunjae’s comment saying that the bearded dragon looked like eric

eric peeked at your phone to see what was so funny until he read hyunjae’s text

“just wait, he won’t laugh once he finds a bearded dragon on his bed” eric chuckled mischievously

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[rhysismydaddy]

Hey love, I adore ur nessian fics and was wondering if you could bless us with some Cassian being super hurt/sick and nesta taking care of him(fluff + hurt/comfort yknow)?Ooh and nesta giving him a pep talk when he says he feels worthless-bat boi needs some comfort -(nesta bathing cassian scene for bonus points). Thank you so much! hope ur staying safe and healthy!

thank you <3 hope you’re doing well, too

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Nesta leaned a hip against the doorframe of her bedroom, frowning when she found it empty. “Cass?”

No answer. 

She still searched the place anyway, since he was bad to play music in his headphones too loud and never hear her. She went to the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and even out the back door of her tiny place, but to no avail. 

He wasn’t here. 

Which was odd, considering he wasn’t allowed to drive, and he’d been here when she left for work. 

She grabbed her phone and called him, but no answer. 

Annoyance bloomed as she threw her shoes back on and snatched her keys, then drove the five minutes to his place. By the time she got there, the annoyance had blossomed into full-on irritation, so she didn’t bother knocking, just used the key he’d given her a year ago and marched in. 

When she found him in his bedroom, she paused, and all that pent-up anger whooshed right out of her. 

Beneath the mass of purple bruises decorating him, he was white as a sheet as he struggled to get his sock off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, grimacing in pain, but didn’t stop until his hand grabbed his foot.

Nesta rushed over, kneeling in front of him. “Cass, you’re going to pop a stitch. What are you doing? Why’d you leave my place?”

He didn’t say anything, just pushed her hands away when she tried to help. 

“Cassian-”

“I’m fine, Nesta,” he snapped, grunting as he ripped the sock off and started on his pants.

“Clearly,” she shot back, standing and crossing her arms. 

She’d been taking care of him for almost two weeks, and this was the thanks she got?

He got the sweats off easier, and her heart pinched as the cast over his broken knee was exposed. With brutal efficiency, he wrapped it in the extra-long trash bags they’d bought at the store, then reached for the duct tape.

Noticing it was a little too far away, she grabbed it and handed it to him.

Golden eyes surrounded by black shot to hers, and she took a step back at how angry they were. “Jesus Christ, Nesta, I’m not an invalid. Stop mothering me.” 

Taking a shaky breath, she nodded and stepped out of his way as he used his uninjured leg to stand up. She knew it was self-hatred and the anger of being injured, not that he was actually pissed at her, but it still hurt.

She’d known his recovery would be difficult, that it would test their relationship, but it was still a shock to her system to be on the receiving end of his rage.

It was horrible to watch as he used the wall to hobble to the connected bathroom, but she maintained her distance and kept quiet. 

But no matter how mad he’d be because of it, she couldn’t stop herself from rushing to him when he started to fall. 

Nesta reached him just in time, catching him around the waist and bracing him as he started to tip forwards. But he was over two-hundred pounds of solid muscle, and though she slowed him down, she couldn’t stop him entirely. 

Her back slammed into the wall next to the tub, the air getting knocked from her lungs in a harsh breath. 

“Goddammit,” he growled, pushing off the wall with one hand and all but throwing himself into the bathtub, somehow managing to keep his wrapped up leg from getting wet. Water sloshed over the sides, but he didn’t seem to care.

Bracing an elbow on the edge, he put his head in his hand and avoided looking at her for a long time. 

She could feel the rage inside him building, feel him turn it on himself. 

“I’m sorry, Nes,” he murmured a few minutes later, still not looking at her. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, coming over to sit on the space behind his head. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling his head back until his eyes met hers. “I know you hate being injured, but you have to stop being so hard on yourself Let me take care of you.”

“I don’t like you seeing me like this.”

She scoffed. “How many times have you taken care of me?”

Cassian shook her head. “That’s different.”

“No, it isn’t. And it isn’t why you’re so upset.”

She knew there was something else causing him to lash out. He’d been injured before, but he’d never acted like it was anything besides a mild annoyance.

His gaze shuttered, but there was such pain, such emptiness in his eyes. She couldn’t take it. 

“Cassian, please talk to me,” she pleaded. “Don’t... don’t shut me out.”

It had taken her forever to open up to him, and she couldn’t stand the feeling that they were moving backwards. 

His head dipped forward, and she released his hair with a sigh, letting him go. 

She was about to leave, give him some alone time, when he said, “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

Her heart started to pound, and his gaze shot to hers like he could hear it. “Work, baby. Not you.”

Nesta nodded but stayed quiet, giving him time to figure out what he wanted to say. 

“I don’t know if I can go on another tour, watch men die all around me, get shot and almost die for a cause I don’t believe in.” He looked down. “But I can do it, and I feel like I’d be letting my men down to stop.”

He was in the Marines, and his platoon had hit an IED and been ambushed in enemy territory with no backup. Cassian had fought his ass off to get every member of his unit out alive. 

His knee had been broken in the explosion, but he’d gone back for his injured partners, not even stopping when he got shot in the shoulder. 

He’d saved six people.

He’d always been driven by duty, by honor, but hated that it was now causing such turmoil inside him.

“Oh, Cass,” she murmured, stroking his curly hair away from his face softly. 

“But even if I do quit, I... I don’t know who I am without this, Nes. I’ve been a Marine my whole life; it’s all I am.”

She scowled down at him at that. “Cassian Azara, if you think that’s all you are, you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”

His mouth opened to answer, but she shouldered on. “You are the most selfless, generous, kind, hilarious, handsome, and intelligent man I’ve ever met. All of those things make you a great Marine, but you’re more than some random military title. And if you don’t want to be a Marine anymore, then quit.”

“But-”

“But nothing. You’ve saved those guys’ asses more times than I can count, and while no one will ever be as good of a leader, someone will step up. You’ve done six tours; no one would blame you for choosing yourself. Do what you want, not what you think you need to.”

“It’s all I know how to do,” he murmurs, looking away from her, but not before she caught the shame in his eyes. 

“No, it’s all you’ve done.”

“What do you mean?”

She put a palm on his cheek, and he leaned into the touch. “You enlisted when you were eighteen. You’ve never done anything besides be in the military. But that doesn’t mean it’s all you could do. You could do a million things”

Some of that darkness left his eyes as he looked up at her. “Like what?”

Nesta shook her head incredulously. “Just with your training alone, you could be a personal trainer, teach self-defense classes, or fight professionally. You graduated at the top of your class; you could go to college and study anything you want. You could be a mechanic like you were in high school. You could fly a rocket to the fucking moon.”

Cassian’s lips twitched. “I don’t know about that one.”

“I do. NASA would be lucky to have you.” He didn’t look quite convinced about the point she was making, so she said, “Baby, with your personality and that face, you could sell car insurance to the Amish.”

He laughed in surprise, and the sound soothed the ache in her chest. 

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “And with how fucking stubborn you are, you’ll be the best at whatever you choose. You can do anything you want. Now say it.”

He looked down at his broken knee and muttered, “I can do anything I want.”

Nesta pursed her lips. “Now say it like you mean it.”

His eyes rolled back up to hers in amusement, even as he said confidently, “I can do anything I want.”

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Yes, you can. And whenever you need reminding of it, just tell me.”

“I love you,” he said against her lips, making her smile. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Yes, I am,” she agreed, still grinning. “Now shut up and hand me the shampoo. You smell worse than you look.”

He threw his head back and howled with laughter, then splashed her and handed her the shampoo. She worked some of it into his hair, the froth slick beneath her hands, and moved his head to lie against the edge of the tub. 

Nesta kissed his brow, knowing that whatever they went through, they’d do it together. “I love you, too, Cassian.”

[okay-j-hannah]

That’s My Wife

Harry Potter : Fic

Charlie x Reader

Word Count: 3049

Warnings: SEXY TALK! Charlie is just all over you and your quidditch uniform 😂 Also I know I keep using different gifs for Charlie fics... I just look up ‘hot ginger man’ and pick one I like 🥰

Request: “Hey could I have a story where you are Charlie Weasleys wife and a professional quidditch player? In goblet of fire when they go to the world cup instead of Ireland vs Krum it's your team versus Krum and Charlie is so proud to have Weasley on your uniform and is showing you off to everyone and idk I really just think of Charlie as a very proud guy but humble. Thanks so much!” - Anon

A/N: There’s nothing quite like having your husband be your biggest supporter, especially with the Quidditch World Cup fast approaching

Shifting beneath the covers, (Y/N) sighed as her brain began to wake up. There were a number of thumps happening outside their bedroom and she groaned.

“Charlie?”

Thankfully, a hand came sneakily around her waist, pulling her to him, “What’s the point of apparating if we don’t even get to sleep in?”

“They’re excited,” (Y/N) replied in a quiet voice, keeping her eyes closed as she turned towards her husband, “And people are a bit careless when they’re tired.”

Footsteps could be heard going down the creaky stairs and (Y/N) peered behind Charlie to see that the moon was still basking their window. It had to have been nearly daybreak for the others to be up and about.

“I’ll have to get ready anyway,” she mumbled, resting back into Charlie’s embrace, “The team wants to do warmups and standard procedure before the majority of the crowds…”

Charlie suddenly held her tighter, silencing her with a grin, “Later, sweetheart – I won’t be able to see you all day. I want to hold you for a little while before you fly off.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that escape her with him cradling her against his chest. Though the World Cup was hours away, she knew her captain wouldn’t let her out of his sight until the game started. With the narrow win England made to be entered into the cup, there was immense pressure to deliver a swift and skillful victory for the team.

Being the rising star of “Quidditch Weekly,” there was a lot on (Y/N)’s shoulders to carry the team. It was that thought that began to swell within her when a sudden shout came from downstairs.

“George! What is that in your pocket?”

Charlie laughed low in his throat, his grisly morning voice doing it justice, “Looks like mum found those joke shop toffees.”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t you lie to me!”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, allowing Charlie’s natural scents relax her; worn leather, old newspaper, rain-soaked grass. She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do without him giving her pep talks between penalty shots and time outs.

More than anything she wished he could be on the grounds with the referees instead of up in the stands.

With the anxiety filling her up as it usually did before a big game, she reached for his hand wrapped around her. Lacing their fingers together, she could feel him lean into her neck and plant a kiss behind her ear.

“You’re going to be incredible, sweetheart.”

She sighed into a smile, closing her eyes once more and allowing a few more moments of peace.

“Accio! Accio! Accio!” Came from downstairs, and she laughed out loud that time.

~~~

The sun crept higher and higher as the team lay on the pitch, doing stretches. Their captain Edric Vosper was pacing along the team benches.

“England hasn’t been a part of the Quidditch World Cup since 1981,” he intertwined his fingers in front of him, “And with us scraping that win against Transylvania last month… there’s too much at stake.”

“We know, Vosper,” came the voices of some of (Y/N)’s best friends – the beaters of the team, Dawn and Indira.

“We’ve had this same speech at every practice since that win,” (Y/N) added, smirking and straightening her arm braces, “I’m not sure there’s much else you can say to prepare us.” Her fellow chasers Avery and Keaton snickered behind their hands.

Vosper seemed at a loss of a comeback, finally sitting on one of the benches, “You’re right, of course. I just had a talk with Ludo Bagman and have basically every coin in my account betted for England being the winning team.”

“Why would you do that?” Dawn cried, slumping onto the grassy ground, “I’m worried enough about the game without knowing you’ll be broke if we lose.”

“And will probably have to crash at my place for the rest of the year,” Avery rolled his eyes.

Vosper put his face in his hands and took a deep breath, making the team all refrain from smiling sarcastically. (Y/N) stood and folded her arms, leaning forward slightly to speak.

“I say we take a break before the match starts – go enjoy some time with our families until the whistle blows.”

Keaton flexed his fingers, “Yeah, if I have to practice another quaffle pass I pretty sure my fingertips will snap.”

The team all laughed, evidently trying to make it as lighthearted as possible with the amount of pressure all nestled on their shoulders. (Y/N) secretly believed that a pep talk from all their close friends and family would motivate and improve the teams morale.

But she also knew that if she voiced that much of her opinion, then the players would just tease her about becoming the next great captain for the team. And she was too good of friends with Edric to make him doubt the authority of his position.

“Hey, guys, we’ve been practicing every day for weeks,” Indira stated, pulling a knee to her chest for a stretch. “Maybe enjoying our last meal with our families would relieve some stress.”

“Why are you saying it like we’ve all got death sentences? Our last meal?” Avery laughed, leaning over to push her away playfully.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Way to improve the mood, Hawksworth.”

The rest of the team laughed again, waiting for Vosper to lift his head from his hands. When he did he focused his attention to the opposing team across the quidditch pitch. The brutal Bulgarian team was conducting a number of routines with quaffle passes and snitch spotting.

They donned scarlet robes with black and gold lettering, which reminded (Y/N) of her Gryffindor house back at Hogwarts. It made her frown to see them arrogantly flashing those colors as they sped on their similarly tinted Firebolts.

Peering down at her own uniform, she relished in the bright white and complementary cherry red accents. The proud emblem of golden dragons blazoned the front and brought a fiery desire to beat Bulgaria with every bit of will power she had.

“I think we are over exhausting ourselves,” Vosper concluded, resting his elbows on his knees. “How about this – you all are free to do whatever you please until the match, as long as you deliver the Rowntree Counter.” He stared pointedly at (Y/N), saying, “If we can execute that as perfectly as you did with Transylvania, we’ll have this game in the bag.”

With slight hesitation, she gulped and nodded. She knew there were scouts in the crowd, recruiters that were looking for talent. If she could make a spotlight of their team, they could go far in quidditch history.

It was this thought that dwelled with her as she left the pitch and made her way through the crowds to find the tent grounds the Weasley’s had rented.

She quickly found herself distracted by numerous fans; now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, she could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. She made her way slowly through the rows, staring eagerly around.

Many of the campers were starting to wake up. First to stir were the families with small children; a tiny boy no older than two was crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand and poking happily at a slug in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a salami.

“Excuse me, miss,” came a timid voice nearby, “Are you (Y/N) Weasley?”

She turned her shoulder and saw a young girl and boy standing on their tip toes and wringing their hands excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me.”

“The chaser for England’s National team?” the boy added on, somewhat disregarding her previous response.

(Y/N) peered down at her uniform and shrugged her shoulders, “I’m pretty sure that’s what my robes say.”

There was a squeal behind her, and then another and another. Whispers, then shouts, began appearing all around her as exclamations said:

“Is that…?”

“Mum! It’s the England chaser!”

“She was on the cover of Quidditch Weekly yesterday.”

“Do you think I could get a signature?”

“Wait… (Y/N) Weasley?”

“I don’t have a quill… would she mind using my body paint?”

And it was twenty minutes before she was able to extract herself from the growing crowd. She had signed robes, arms, books, tents, and English flags with everything from paint to lipstick. There was even a little girl that bought a miniature figurine of (Y/N) that padded along her palm, even laughing the same full body laugh that (Y/N) usually did, which she signed the back of.

She had to apologize to everyone as she pushed through, saying she’d like to get to her family before the day was through. It didn’t stop the stares, gasps, and waves, but she was grateful for not being followed as closely anymore.

A short way farther on, she saw two little witches, who were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girls’ toes to skim the dewy grass. Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents to claim a breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others were striking matches with dubious looks on their faces, as though sure this couldn’t work.

As she neared the other side of the fields, she noticed the colors changing drastically from black and scarlet to white and cherry. This new patch of tents were all covered with thick clusters of dragon themed décor; blue, red, and white flags flew all around the campers. Dragon kites, dragon statues, dragon emblems, dragon puppets, and even dragon hide was covering most other surfaces.

It really showed the loyalty, as well as the increase of more fans trying to get her attention. One began waving a moving poster of herself crossing her arms and smiling broadly. But just beyond she noticed the exact family she was looking for.

“Charlie!”

One of the redheads sitting around the morning fire stood and whipped around to see who was calling for him. When he spotted his beloved, he called out, urging her forward.

The nearer she got, she noticed that it wasn’t just the Weasley’s, Harry, and Hermione – Ludo Bagman and Mr. Barty Crouch were there too.

“I thought you were going to be on the pitch all day!” Charlie cried, reaching her and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until after the game.”

She giggled happily as he lifted her enough that she was on her toes, “We convinced Vosper that we could use a break to gather our senses.” She nuzzled into his shoulder as they continued to hold each other close – that calming smell of rainfall and old, weathered book pages whelmed her again.

Charlie moved a hand to the side of her face where he could direct her attention to his eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled, her eyes suspicious, “Even in this sweaty updo?”

“What can I say? I can’t resist a woman in uniform.” He gave her a seductive gaze and bit his lip, leaning his forehead against hers.

She moved her hands up his torso and around his neck, sighing deep in her chest, “Not until I knock Bulgaria on their ass.”

Charlie closed his eyes and breathed deeply, “You just got a whole lot sexier.” And he practically growled as he dipped for a kiss, a hungry kiss. The intensity took (Y/N) slightly off guard, accidentally pulling a moan out of her.

“Okay, woah, woah!” came the boisterous voices of Fred and George, “Lock it up, this isn’t your honeymoon.”

They could hear Ginny laughing with Bill, and Percy was muttering things like, “Right in front of Mr. Crouch,” under his breath.

“Now, Charlie,” Mr. Weasley stated in a nervously loud tone, “We’ve got guests.”

(Y/N) had to be the one to pull away, finding her breath was taken away by the moment. Charlie grinned and waved a hand over his shoulder.

“Paparazzi,” she muttered, “We’re surrounded by witnesses.”

“It would be ridiculous to hide my feelings for you, (Y/N). Why shouldn’t the public know we have a perfectly wonderful marriage.” He held her by her shoulders, “I’m proud to have you by my side, so what if the Daily Prophet knows we kiss… guess what? We’re married!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, “Still I’d like to keep a few things… hello!” Behind Charlie’s shoulder she could see the entire Weasley family, and guests, watching them closely.

Charlie twirled around and put an arm around (Y/N), “Mr. Crouch, Ludo – may I introduce my wife, (Y/N) Weasley. THE best chaser that England has known these last few years.”

Ludo Bagman, a jolly man with rosy cheeks and a boyish charm, stood immediately and came to shake hands, “An introduction long overdue I’m sure you feel as well. You know I’ve got a pretty penny on your head to get England the win tonight.”

“Us too,” Fred yelled over the many heads, “So don’t fall off your broom.”

“Oh, you’ve seen nothing until you’ve seen (Y/N) play on the pitch,” Charlie stated, leaning towards the group, “She’s like a snitch herself, whipping through the air.”

“Yes,” agreed Ludo, “The biggest hope England has had in over a decade.”

Charlie beamed, moving his loving gaze to his wife. He simply stood there admiring the praise and talent, silently wondering how it was possible she had chosen him to be her husband.

“Thank you, Mr. Bagman,” (Y/N) replied, “Though you should look at England as the team it is – I’m just one person; it takes all of us to win the cup.”

Charlie grinned even wider if it was possible. Admiration wasn’t enough to describe how in awe he was of her. It was like she was in total denial that she was plainly the one carrying the national team. Though it was incredibly endearing and only made him more in love with the fact that she was with him.

“Oh, please, don’t neglect your talents,” Ludo exclaimed, “We all know you were the one that got the qualification from the Transylvania win!”

“Even with that illegal shot by the bludger,” Ron interjected, sneaking the rest of Hermione’s breakfast sausages, “Those scheming, biased referees.”

Bill clapped his hands together, “This is exactly the problem, if we can’t find the right people to observe the field, then what’s the point of having good players? They’ll be disregarded completely with a biased referee!”

And the family continued the conversation of the prospects of the upcoming game. Percy and Mr. Weasley tried to continue remarks with Mr. Crouch before he left and shortly followed by Bagman.

And all Charlie could do was stare at his wife and wonder… wonder how he got so lucky.

~~~

She could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious; Dawn and Avery couldn’t stop grinning.

The roaring voice of Ludo Bagman could be heard magically magnified across the sea of people.

“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!”

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. A huge blackboard opposite them showed BULGARIA: 0, ENGLAND: 0.

After a presentation of entrancing Veela and a few soaring dragon fireworks, Ludo began to announce the Bulgarian quidditch team members; next came England.

“Presenting – Vosper, Frisby, Choudry, Withey, Flitney, Hawksworth, and Weasley!”

Seven gleaming robed players came whizzing out of the stands on white golden Firebolts. The Weasley family cheered and shook their top box voraciously.  

“That’s her, that’s her!” yelled Charlie, waving his English flag and pushing into Bill and Ron. His brother followed her with his Omnioculars.

“Theeeeeeeey’re OFF!” screamed Bagman. “And it’s Weasley! Hawksworth! Flitney! Dimitrov! Back to Weasley! Hawksworth! Levski! Flitney!”

The speed of the players was incredible – the chasers were throwing the quaffle to one another so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Charlie reached over to fight Ron’s Omnioculars off him but failed as he heard the name Weasley again.

The chasers had fallen into their Rowntree Counter, their signature move. They flew into a straight dive as red, white, and blue colors came streaming out of the back of their brooms – signifying the flag of the United Kingdom.

They knocked two of the opposing Bulgarian players teetering on their brooms and distracted the beaters. Flitney passed the quaffle to Hawksworth, who kicked it around before passing it back to Weasley.

(Y/N) did a magnificent overhead kick into the hoop on the far left.

“WEASLEY SCORES!” roared Bagman, and the stadium shuddered with a roar of applause and cheers. “Ten zero to England!”

Charlie jumped and waved his arms, screaming himself hoarse, “THAT’S MY WIFE! WEASLEY IS MY WIFE!”

Bill reached over and stuffed his UK flag over Charlie’s face to shut him up, and Ginny laughed, giving him her white and red rosette.

(Y/N) did a lap of honor around the field and threw a kiss towards the top box where Charlie waved his hands toward her, “I love you, baby!”

The England chasers were superb. They worked as a seamless team, their movements so well coordinated that they appeared to be reading one another’s minds as they positioned themselves, and the rosette now on Charlie’s chest kept squeaking their names: “Flitney – Weasley – Hawksworth!” And within ten minutes, England had scored twice more, bringing their lead to thirty-zero and causing a thunderous tide of roars and applause from the white-clad supporters.

Charlie watched as (Y/N) performed miraculous moves toward the goal posts. The continuous overhead kicks, the usage of the butt-end of her broom like a beater bat, and the intense throw of her arm was mesmerizing.

Charlie yelled and screamed until his face turned red, shouting his praise for his wife. The other members in the top box had to accept the fact that Charlie wasn’t going to shut up about his incredible player on the field.

It was just a continuous strain of, “THAT’S MY WIFE!” with a splendid look of pride and admiration on his cheery face.

“WEASLEY IS MY WIFE!”

~~~

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Rapture is a Boy (7)

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior?  And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader(neutral)

Warning: cussing, some school taunting/bulling?(very brief and not anything super bad, like under the cut), ABBA mania/silliness

Authors Note: For best experience I have linked the song in the song title so you can listen while you read. I wrote this in a haze of excitement, it is just so silly but I have no trouble believing the Marauders would completely embarrass themselves like this for someone they love.  Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2k

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

                                                    Part Seven

                                       ****Take A Chance On Me****

The great hall was silent, I had to actively keep my eyes off of the boys just a couple seats down.  Lily was trying her hardest not to stare with longing and regret too.  I placed my hand within hers and squeezed as if to say I’m here for you, and though it isn’t my fault, I’m sorry.  She squeezed my hand back, returning the sentiments, and bounced back with a smile, pretending to be happier than she was.  I wanted to roll my eyes at her change of mood but instead I appreciate the attempt to brighten the morning.  You can always count on Lily Evans to empathize and surprise in every situation.

We heard it before we saw it.  Loud, pulsing sound.  As it got closer I couldn’t help the gasp that fell embarrassingly loud from my mouth.  It was one of our favorite muggle bands, Abba, their song was blasting through corridors Take a Chance on Me, but there was no lyrics yet, just the background music as if waiting for the performers. Just like it had countless times before on karaoke nights with the marauders.

Suddenly, the great hall doors were slammed open by two large flying speakers, obviously charmed.  A feeling of knowing washed over me and I whip my head towards the boys. Just in time to watch as they climb onto the table, their faces adorned with a beautiful blue color, Remus in gold. 

Lily sucked in a deep breath beside me while watching James standing tall despite the spouts of laughter. Sirius throws off his robe, it lands on the head of a flabbergasted Gryffindor, Sirius is revealed to be wearing bright blue bell bottom sparkly pants, his white school button up is tucked underneath. 

 Remus was right after him, throwing off his robes and ripping off his shirt.  Buttons flew onto the people around them but no one paid them any mind.  All eyes were on the infamous Marauders, because Remus was now wearing a sparkly blue jumpsuit just like the ones ABBA preform in, with flare pants as to match the rest of the boys  His gold lips sparkled and I had to stop myself from wanting to kiss him senseless. His eyes seemed even brighter under the gold hue of his makeup, he was golden.

 Nothing was more attractive then the confidence and savvy of the boys before us(didn’t help that I had a fat crush on David Bowie and ABBA).  Nothing sweeter than the way they stood and smiled at Lily and I while everyone around us laughed, pointed, whispered and some even smiling themselves.

Sirius picked up a cup by his foot, while James threw off his own robes, wearing an ABBA band shirt Lily bought him ages ago, he was wearing swaying bell bottoms too.  Peter flipped his robe inside out to reveal the other side as bright blue with obviously badly glued on glitter, clusters of glitter fell on the table very time he nervously tapped his foot.  

Remus brought his wand to his lips, as if a microphone and somehow the lanterns around us dimmed.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, getting over the shock much faster than everyone else, but whatever he was going to say was cut off as the music started to play from the very beginning and this time the voices of four boys joined in, singing the lyrics.

The lights flashed as James sang first, his voice cracking and in the fleeting light you could see him blush. Lily slapped my arm in shock and excitement. Then light flashes again like lightning, as Sirius joined in, singing much louder, he always said he’d like to be a rock star just once (granted this is much different, but he will no doubt pretend there is no difference at all).  The next light cued in Peter who sang with his eyes closed, his voice shaking with nerves but he new every line.

It wasn’t until the second verse that their voices died down and the lanterns illuminated the great hall completely again as Remus’s voice rang out strong and clear.  His eyes on me. His voice took my breath away, he sounded both awful and yet beautiful.

“If you’re all alone,” he sings, “When the pretty birds have flown,” gasps join in with the music as hundreds of paper doves fly in through the doors, whizzing past me and putting my hair in array, then soaring way over my head, circling up in the ceiling. I could hear Professor McGonagall stifle both her surprise and joy.  Everyone was laughing and cheering, but then silence fell again to listen.  I could not take my eyes off of Remus, who in turn, would not take his eyes off of me.

“Honey, I’m still free, Take a chance on me...” He must have finished his solo part because the boys start to sing along after that and they all begin to strut down the table towards us like a cat walk. Remus stops just short of us and hops, on beat, off of the table.

Peter, James and Sirius walk right towards me. Sirius slitting his eyes and stooping low, pointing at me with one hand as he sings into the cup with the other.  They all stand in front of Lily and I, hips shaking to the beat and James has eyes for Lily only. All the boys sang to us in union.

“If you need me, let me know, gonna be around,” Sirius eye’s turning oddly soft as they sang, “If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down.“

Then they quickly turn towards the crowd again, but I felt it. I felt their hidden apology. For the first time in days I felt some of my anger and sadness slip from me, with every lyric, and every bright, bashful smile.  My anger left me as they sang and embarrassed themselves for the sake of a grand apology.

 Lily started to laugh. She doubled over and tried to hide her smile with a hand but it was just too ridiculous, all of it really was. James did a double-take when he saw this, then he broke out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, and his voice no longer sounded so shy. I start giggling myself as Sirius jumps off the table like a rock n roller and dances over to Minnie and Dumbledore, their foot tapping did not go unnoticed by him.

James waltz over to Lily and bows low before her, extending his arm, he sings “We can go dancing,” Lily giggled and takes his hand, she surprises everyone and joins in 

“We can go walking,” She sings. James smirks and carries on with a raised brow.

“As long as we’re together...” Then he runs with her past the table, his pants waving and tossing, Lily’s laughing uncontrollably by his side, joining in indefinitely for the song.  Remus’s voice still rang loudest over the boys, my eyes searching for him in the room, I seem to have lost him in the commotion of others jumping up and dancing, and the sweet moment between James and Lily.

Then their voices left the serenade and once more it was just Remus.  He sounded so close to me, I turned around and my heart did a back flip. He was right behind me, smiling sadly as he say...

“When I dream I'm alone with you, it's magic You want me to leave it there Afraid of a love affair But I think you know that I can't let go” Remus sings, everyone falling quite again as the lights dim once more and a single light is glowing above us. It was in the shape of a white butterfly, and a shooting star darting around it.  The great hall grew silent once more.  Dumbledore’s voice was heard quietly singing the song, for the music has died down, Minnie hit him and watched us anxiously.  

She only grew tenser as Remus sang without music, he looked so vulnerable under the soft white glow and under the eyes of everyone in the room.  But above that, he was being vulnerable to me, his voice more of a plead than song. 

“If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free, take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down,” He finished with baited breath, despite his lungs begging for more, he was too focused on what I would do next. I take a deep breath and stop fighting the feelings inside of me. I smile brightly up at him, using my own wand, I bring it up to my lips like a microphone too.

“If you’re all alone, when the pretty birds have flown.  Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.” I sing. Remus’s face lights up with bubbling laughter and pure joy.  He takes me in his arms and spins me around, while we embrace the music and lights are back on and everyone in the great hall is singing.  Minnie and Dumbledore included, she is smiling at us.

Remus stops spinning and is just standing before me now, very still, as if he was debating whether this is all a dream or not.  His glittering eyes boring into mine with such strong emotions I felt trapped, utterly entranced. The words of the song rush through me like the wind, he grabbed my hand softly, and led us both on top of the table.

 “Let me tell you now.  My love is strong enough, To last when things get rough, it’s magic.” As he sings those sweet words, magic fireworks erupt above us in little cheesy hearts of red. Students around us are overjoyed, up themselves and twirling around, dancing.  Many gasped and awed at the fireworks, but nothing was more astonishing than what happened next.

                                                       ****

Now, was what happens next petty?  Yes.  Did it land all of the Marauder detention?  Yes.  Did any of us enjoy the scene any less? Not at fucking all...

                                                       ****

All the birds swooped down in a cloud of white, their paper wings rustling against one another.  They moved like the wind, swooping as one to the right side of the room and then drifting swiftly to the left until they got lower and lower.  Until they were right over Lucy Diamond.

I stopped dancing with Remus and stood still, along with most of the students and teachers I was watching the birds.  But Remus was still singling softly into my ear, his voice dripped with mischief, the other boys still sang as well, sounding just as suspicious, but otherwise unbothered.

Then the birds broke formation and with every hit of the drum a bird flew down over the top of Lucy’s head, and very quickly shits something atop her head.  Each one falls softly, it does not hurt her, but upon impact they break open and release the most god awful smell. Lucy can’t stop screaming, she tries to get up and run but the birds follow her out the door.

Stink bomb after stink bomb was dropped atop her head.  The Great Hall was alive with laughter, but perhaps the loudest of all, was my own.  Remus was stilling humming in my ear, highly amused he let himself watch too until Lucy was gone from sight.

“Oh, Remus,” I say, laughing loudly, “That is evil.” He laughs too, looking down at me he shrugs. We look at each other and nod, “She deserves it.” We say in union before laughing again.

But then the music screeched to a halt, silence overtook us in waves and drowned us as Dumbledore stood up, his wand being tucked back into his robes.   

“Mr.Remus Lupin,” he starts slowly, his low voice gathering everyone’s attention, “Mr.Sirius Black.  Mr.James Potter and Mr.Peter Pettigrew.  I assume this is of your doing?” He inquires, though the answer is obvious.  The boys swallow thickly, nodding their heads.  I squeeze Remus’s hand and he shoots me a quick, lopsided smile.  Everyone was feeling a bit uneasy, maybe even guilty.

“mmmh,” He nods, “Thought so.  Though I always appreciate a dance number, the stink bombs are what concern me most.  The four of you will have detention this afternoon, and whatever else Professor McGonagall deems appropriate.” He sits back down, and the student body are unsure of where the look.  At Dumbledore, Minnie, or the boys in trouble.

“Yes, Professor.” They all say at once.  After a while of the stiff silence everyone goes back to their seats.  It wasn’t long before everyone was talking animatedly about what just happened.

“I’ve never seen a thing like it...”One says.

“The makeup’s nice, innit?”

“Yeah, but the pants are god awful.”  “Nonesense, have you ever even seen ABBA?’’

Lily and I find ourselves sitting next to the boys again, stupefied by the whole event.  I felt overjoyed and confused and surely surprised.  I never thought in all my life, I’d be lucky enough to see the Marauders perform ABBA in such attire, at Hogwarts nonetheless.

“So..whatcha’ think?  Think I’ll make a good rock star, huh?  I knew it was for me.” Sirius starts, flaunting his bandana and not bothering to put his robe back on.  

“I didn’t know I had it in me.  Merlin, did ya see me shaking, Remus?” Peter says excitedly.  Remus turns to him with a bright smile, nodding his head.

“All of ya were just great. Peter memorized the footwork better, though.” Remus says, James wacks his arm.

“Did not, I worked hard on that. Lily liked it.  Didn’t cha?” James turns to Lily, who much like me, is still blushing mad.  She can only nod. We were still trying to process our shock, and Remus’s golden lips and glowing eyes weren’t making it any easier for me.  I’m sure the blue on James had the same affect on Lily.

“But..uhm,” Remus clears his throat, looking rather nervous he turns to me now, “What did you think of it?” He fidgets while I looked for my answer, smiling at the mere memory of minutes ago.

“I thought it was...grand!  Shocked me half to death ya did!” I can’t help my voice raising and contorting with my waves of emotions, happy, surprised, impressed and underneath it all, discontent. I lean into Remus, he leans into me, so his ear is close to my mouth, just like when we’d whisper in class. The others talk around us, but we fall into our own world. 

“But I need more than just a song, Remus.  I need answers.  A real conversation, ya know?” I ask, nervous he’ll take it wrong.  His actions proved how much he wanted me back, hell he was willing to tarnish his reputation and mortify himself in front of everyone for me.  I wanted to make it work just as much, so I hoped he understands that for this to work, we need honesty.  He nods eagerly behind me, turning to me with a soft smile.

“I know.  You deserve nothing less than the whole truth.  Because you’re right, I’ve never cheated on you once,” I nod at him, I’ve gathered that much from Sirius and James’s comments, but my heart still felt lighter at the confession, “But I have been lying to you.” My heart sank at his words and I sat in silence, waiting for more.  He took in my reaction and rushes out the rest, as if scared I’ll leave him again. “But I plan on never lying to you again, starting with tonight.  After my detention. And (y/n)... I am so sorry for everything that has happened between us.” The intensity in his eyes glue me in place even as the bell chimes, signifying the end of breakfast.

“Here, take this.” He slips a note into my hand, kissing me on the cheek. “It has everything you need to know for my...full apology.”  He glances uneasily at the staring students and we both turn to the sound of James’s voice calling for Remus.  Remus gives him a thumbs up and turns towards me again.

“I’ve got to go...er change out of this.” He says, shaking his leg as the pants float and toss around his ankles, I throw my head back and laugh.  Taking him in fully, his chest hair poke out from the v-neck and the suit covered the rest of him tightly.  He looked both hot and ridicules.  

“Yes, please do.” I say, but take his hand and twirl him.  He twirls with a blush, doing a little dance with his shoulders as he does.  He stumbles slightly and I steady him, low and behold he was wearing platforms too. I can’t help but laugh once more. “But keep the get up, yeah?  Not too shabby, Mr.Remus Lupin.” I take on the tone of Dumbledore at the end and he laughs.  

“See you in first period?” He asks, anxiety slipping through his voice again.  It was still weird for us to be talking again, yet all too natural.

“Of course not, when have I ever seen you in the class we share together?” He rolls his eyes at my sarcasm, but doesn’t bother to fight his huge smile, the same one that hasn’t left his face since we danced atop the table. 

“I embarrass myself in front of the whole bloody school and ya still have all that sass. Guess we’ll have to fix that later then.” He says, suggestively winking.  I laugh and push him towards the great hall doors, we were some of the few people still there.

“Don’t try and seduce me dressed as Benny Andersson, and especially when I’m still mad at you.  Cause I am still mad at you, ya know?” I say, our moods sobering slightly.  He smiles sadly.

“I know,’ He says, sighing he glances back at boys who are already walking up the stairs, ready to change and beyond waiting with how many people are taking pictures and laughing. “But I will make it up to you, I promise.”  He gives me one last smile before turning around and racing up the stairs.

I smile to myself and shake my head, re-playing the events in my mind and reminding myself to ask for some of those moving pictures of the boys.  I meet up with Lily and together we walk to class, we can’t shut up about what happened. 

 Several times we’ve recounted it to one another and made so many jokes we were crying with laughter by the time we reached class.  She left me by the door, to make her way to her class not too far from mine.  While I waited for Remus and the other boys to walk through the door I pulled out the note Remus gave me and read the contents.

Dear (y/n),

At 8 tonight make your way over to Hagrid’s hut.  He’s always had an abundance of creature around there.  

All my love to you,

Remus

I tucked the note away with curiosity bubbling all throughout me until I had to bounce my leg in an attempt to calm myself down.  I’ve went through far to much emotion in this short morning.  This day will go by slowly I take it.

Suddenly, Minnie walks through the door to personally inform our teacher that Remus, Sirius and James will not be attending this morning.  Part of their punishment requires them elsewhere. I sigh and slump in my chair, a long day indeed. 

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[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Opposites Attract: Part 2

Request: hey may I request a one shot for your Peter Pan story if yes can you, use my real name (Zai) instead of Y/N if you please and can you have me pans total opposite like sweet, shy everything he would hate but in the end he falls for her and becomes really protective

Pairing: Pan x Zai

Warnings: Cliffhangerrrr 

< Part 1

Heavy, gloomy, and dark atmosphere swept through the camp, the boys quite obviously upset but too afraid to show any grievance in front of their ruthless leader as they held tears back behind their eyes. It had been like this for a week now, but somehow I couldn't seem to share the same sadness with the boys, I didn't feel bad, I hardly knew the boy and what I did know about him I didn't like.

The loud cracks and pops of the fire pulled me from my thoughts, snapping my head up to watch the orange and red flames dance with each other. The golden glow spread across the camp, painting it, contrasting with the dark gloomy sky.

A familiar pair of green eyes were caught staring at me from across the way, meeting my brown ones. I would say it bought a light blush to spread across the King of Neverlands cheeks, but as quickly as it came it left again. It was probably a trick of the light but this wasn't the first time I had noticed him watching me, observing me. Probably wondering if I was worth keeping around or not.

I found myself spending more and more time with the cold leader of the lost boys, not because I wanted to, just because he always seemed to be around me like a phantom slowly stalking me in the night. Never leaving, never straying from the path that I created, always watching, lurking, creeping. It seemed like he kept track of my every word, making notes of where I went and what I would do, who I spoke to.

Sweat trickled down my fare skin, the sudden feeling of grease and muck made my whole body tense up in disgust, I needed a wash and soon. Rising from the makeshift bench I was sat at I began to walk out of camp, I felt his eyes following me.

Stepping over the threshold of the Lost Boys territory I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

It was so peaceful walking through the forest at night, there were no animals or birds to be heard as they were all sound asleep by now, there was nothing but me and the trees. They silently watched as I passed them by as if they were guiding the way to the waterfall for me, mapping out the path I would take, making sure I didn't stray, and get myself into trouble.

The sound of rushing water grew louder and louder in my ears, indicating it was a step closer to becoming clean once more.

There it was, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen before. Clear, clean water running down cliff face basking the glory of the pale moonlight causing it to glow with a powerful silver shimmer. Everything surrounded it seemed to glow too, as if this tiny part of the island was untouched by the boy's wicked ways and remained pure, holding the power of a Goddess. The flowers seemed to dance in the moonlight stretching towards the starry night sky to drink up its silver shine. The scene before captured my gaze, refusing my eyes from averting themselves. As if possessed, I stalked forward ever so slowly, scared that the delicate scenery would be ruined by my presence. It was so beautiful, I was terrified I would mess it all up it like throwing a bucket of water over a freshly painted canvas, but it was like the spirits of the water pulled me in closer and closer, beckoning me to come in and be purified by the magic it supplied the island.

Slowly, the top part of my dress slipped off my shoulders, revealing the nape of my neck to the onlooking moon. I had no reason to hide or cover myself, for I was loved, the moon welcomed me, hugging me with its beaming silver light. It continued to fall, showing the beauty of my back which connected to my behind, the cold air was not a problem for the giant in the sky protected me from any harm such as the harsh cold. White cloth that once covered me tumbled down, leaving my entire body exposed to the wilderness. Next to flee my frame were my boots, feeling my feet meeting the grass, letting it rub in between my toes, and grounding me.

I stood, completely naked and free, praising my imperfections. Smiling down at every stretch mark, kissing every scar, appreciating my moles, befriending every freckle that resided on my skin, grasping the love handles at either side of my body and giving out a giggle of happiness.

I felt like I was a child once more, so innocent and carefree. The love that poured into my heart was overwhelming, calming, freeing. As I got closer and closer to the healing water of the waterfall, my appreciation for myself only grew more and more intense. Beautiful roses seemed to empower me, tall trees gave me the courage I needed, the small koi fish which swam around in the clear waters supplied me with the grace I always knew I had.  A single tear slipped down my rosy cheeks soon being washed away by the remedial waters the island gifted to me.

Drops slide over my skin, healing me from the toxicity of my old mindset. I was free, happy, cleansed, and totally whole. There is no reason for me to hide myself anymore, there was no reason to hide myself in the first place for we are all perfect no matter what we look like. Bliss consumed me, bursting into every cell in my body, flowing through my veins as I laughed and smiled, cupping the beautiful water, letting it pour through my fingertips.

I danced and cheered, this was the first time I had felt like this and no words could describe how amazing it is. I had been holding onto society's idea of the "perfect" body for too long and now I see we are all perfect, every single being in the universe is totally and utterly beautiful. All of us, children of the moon, stars, and sun as they lend us their beauty. We are pure. We are whole. We are loved.

It was only then that I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, perfects poised, leaning against a tree. Vibrant green eyes stood out the most in the dark forest, reminding me of the Cheshire cat lurking in the shadows. His arms crossing over his broad chest, veins almost popping out of them, his shirt hugged his frame nicely as if it were made for him.

I felt proud, not feeling the need to cover up, not like it matter to the king much anyway for his eye didn't scan over me as I had expected them to do. They stared deeply into mine, not moving, a smile played on his lips but there was something about it that was different. It wasn't an act of lust but rather one of amazement, as if I had taken his gaze as a hostage much like the way the waterfall had mesmerized me.

As quickly as the boy appeared in front of me he left again, surrounding himself in a cloud of dark green smoke, leaving nothing but the air in his wake.

Bright stars shimmered in the sky, lighting the way back to camp. I didn't put my shoes back on but carried them in my hands, the dirt and leaves crumbled below my feet. Camp looked more lively upon my return, the boys were finally up on their feet and dancing around the fire, clashing their sticks together and they cheered and hollered.

A small, tired voice sounded, "Zai~" He spoke, pulling on the hem of my dress.

I smiled down at the sleepy little boy, "What's up Daemon?"

"Can you read me a story?" The glimmer in his eyes made it hard to refuse his request, the little boy warmed my heart, giving his place a sense of hope and innocence.

I nodded in reply and with that his little hand grasped mine, guiding me towards his time tent that was lit with nothing but a candle. Hopping up onto the bed he pulled the cute little storybook out from under his pillow, passing it to me.

I ran my thumb over the cover whispering the title into the cold air of the night, "Peter Pan" I almost laughed at how ironic it was, no wonder the small boy had ended up here.

"Once upon a time..." I began.

As time passed the child's eyes grew too heavy for him to keep open and he let sleep consume his body. Silently, I leaned over his, placing a soft kiss upon his forehead.

"You're good with kid's," A British accent whispered, turning to face him he seemed to stand in the exact same position that he had when watching me at the waterfall, like he is a statue.

"You were watching me," I replied in a hushed tone, more as confirmation to myself rather than a question.

"I was, you're good with him," He said, "Daemon needs someone like you to keep him safe, a mother."

"I am no mother," I whispered to the king of Neverland.

"You're more a mother to him than the woman who birthed him," Pan spoke, "She starved him, beat him, and left him for dead in a street alley."

It pained me to know what he had been through, my heart cried for him. He was safe now, here with his family, here with the lost boys. How could anyone do that to someone so pure, someone so innocent and small?

Pan knew that although I didn't respond, I understood. He could see the pain that I was feeling on the boys' behalf.

"You were also watching me at the waterfall," I said.

"That I was, I admired you. Seeing the way that you danced, you were free and happy. You had the power to turn your weaknesses into strength, you're stronger than you look, little one." With that, he gave me a smile before leaving the room.

I felt a sense of pride swell up in my chest, could this be true? Could the ruthless, cold-hearted, cruel, malicious Peter Pan be proud of me? Could I possibly have earned his respect after so long of being here?

As the days passed by the boys seemed to warm up to me, allowing me to hunt with them, dancing with them around the fire, play games with them. They stopped treating me like an outcast and more like part of their family.

"Listen up boys!" Pan's voice boomed, scaring birds from trees and causing animals to sprint away, "We have some visitors."

The smirk on the boy kings face grew causing a shiver to travel up and down my spine, I felt hot all of a sudden.

The lost boys hollard and cheered, we all knew what this meant, pirates.

Excited and eager we all rushed down to the shore, weapons at the ready. The boys were ruthless and bloodthirsty, looking for a fight, I however was on the more cautious side of things. I don't like to fight, I never did, but if I didn't want to be seen as weak again it would be a smart idea for me to join them only if it is for the time being.

By the time my feet met with the sandy beach, the fight was already in full force, the sound of metal clanking with metal and battle cries filled the crisp air. From where I stood the lost boys all looked so small, like ants fighting against another colony.

Silently, I watched the scene before me unfold. People were getting hurt, boys were getting hurt. Thick red blood dyed the golden sand with no remorse and I could do nothing but watch.

So wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn't notice the dirty pirate sneaking up behind me, hand covering my mouth as he attempted to drag me to Hook's ship.

I didn't know what to do, or how to react, but I wasn't going anywhere without putting up some kind of a fight.

Wriggling and struggling against him I tried my hardest to keep my feet planted into the ground, my efforts were useless. I bit down hard at the hand covering my mouth, causing him to yelp out and grasp the attention on the others. A sharp, sneering pain exploded in my side as I let out a muffled scream, trying hard to not look weak in front of the lost boys.

My foot came down hard on his and my elbow swiftly embedded itself into his stomach before he fell to the floor with a groan, in an effort to get as far away from him and possible I stumbled to the tree line. A wet feeling covered my hands, sticking to my shirt and sides. Red, that's all I could see.

"Zai" Pan's voice filled my ears, the look of worry was noticble on his face, it was strange seeing him show any emotion other than angry, "I've got you, don't worry I've got you."

Panic flowed through my veins, who's blood was that? His or mine?

My vision quickly became blurred, it was like I was under a spell, stuck in some trance that I couldn't get out of. The king of Neverlands voice echoed around in my skull, I wanted to reply, I wanted to tell him I was fine, but the words couldn't leave my mouth before everything went black.

"Zai!" the angry shout from the leader was the last thing I heard before falling to the ground.

[mytwilightimagines13]

Amnesia (Book Three)(Part One)

Proposal

Ten years it has been. And Maeryn found that being a vampire surely meant that time mostly stood still. Life was quite easy in Volterra, with the occasional mission. Maeryn mostly spend her days with Jane and Alec or in the library, reading every book there was. The masters had taken it upon themselves to teach Maeryn in different subjects such as the study of different languages, both modern and ancient and of course the history as it actually happened, with the vampire interferences.  “And that is how the Roman Imperium fell.” Caius finished. Maeryn had listened to his story with upper concentration and fascination. It was her favourite time period in the history and it was amazing that Caius could tell her exactly how everything was in that time period. “Thank you, Master Caius. It was once again most interesting to hear the history from your point of view.” Maeryn said. Caius gave her a very, very rare smile. “My pleasure child. Now, go on. I still have many things to do.” He said. Maeryn bowed and quickly made her way out of his study towards her room. On her way she was grabbed and pushed against the wall. Maeryn was ready to attack whoever had the nerve to push her against a wall until she felt a pair of all too familiar lips upon hers. Maeryn smiled and wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck and let her fingers roam through his brown locks. Soon his lips moved from hers towards her neck. “Missed me that much huh? It has only been a few hours.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Even a second away from you feels like a century.” He whispered against her neck. Maeryn rolled her eyes but could not help the smile that was forming on her lips. “You are such a drama queen.” She said as she gently pushed him away. Alec chuckled and pecked her lips lightly before grabbing her hand and walking through the door of her room. Maeryn pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let her natural curls hang loose while Alec walked towards her CD collection. He picked up a Metallica CD and frowned slightly. “Yes?” she asked, knowing him well enough to know he wanted to share his opinion with her. “Why do you listen to this? It’s just sound.” Alec said looking at the track list on the back of the CD. “Hey! Do not insult one of the most amazing bands there is! Besides, I am pretty sure if Mozart had speakers and amps, metal and rock music would have been born ages ago, as with classic music everything had to become more complicated and louder as possibly could.” Maeryn said as she snatched the CD out of his hands before putting it back on the shelf. “I am afraid I will have to agree with you on that.” Alec said before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards the bed. “Now, we got twelve hours to fill before Heidi arrives with our dinner. What to do?” he asked with a playful grin around his lips. “Hmm. I know a thing or two we can try.” Maeryn said, giving him a wink before gently kissing him on his lips… “That was a nice catch, Heidi.” Maeryn said after dinner was over. “Yes, they were rather juicy.” Heidi said grinning proudly. As Maeryn was making her way out of the throne room, Daemon along with some members of his gang walked in, ready to dispose of the bodies and clean up the room. Maeryn smiled kindly at him. “Hello Daemon.” “Good afternoon, Maeryn.” Daemon said as he slightly bowed for her. Maeryn rolled her eyes slightly but knew this was a formality he had to do, seeing as she was a vampire and superior to him. “How is the café doing?” Maeryn asked. Adolfo and Agnella both passed away three years ago, shortly after one another, and since then Daemon owned the café. “Business is booming. Many tourists love it and we even are able to expand the café. The dress shop next to it has gone bankrupt and we could buy it for a gentle price.” Maeryn smiled at the news. “That is very good to hear. How are the wife and kids?” Maeryn asked. Daemon married about five years ago to a beautiful redhead names Angel. And together they had a twin, a boy and a girl named Danny and Sandy. “They are all doing great.

Sandy is slowly taking her first steps and Danny said his first word yesterday. Although Angel and I are debating whether he said dada or mamma.” He said, Maeryn chuckled. “And what about you? Did Alec pop the question yet? I mean, mentioned a few months ago that you were ready if he would ask you.” “Not yet, but honestly it is Alec who wants to get married. It is what was usual in his era. And seeing as I am his forever, why not also make that commitment on paper and with golden rings.” Maeryn said jokingly. Daemon chuckled. “But on a serious note, no. He hasn’t asked me yet. But then again, we have forever, so no rush.” “That is true. Anyway, I better help the guys clean up. You guys have been quite messy today.” Daemon said before walking to the middle of the throne room, helping his mates to clean up the mess the vampires had left behind. Jane came skipping towards Maeryn, a happy grin plastered on her face. “Hello Jane, you seem joyful today. Did something, or someone, happen to you?” Maeryn asked. Jane rolled her eyes at Maeryn’s comment. Ever since the encounter ten years ago, Alec and Maeryn had been waiting for Jane to also find her mate, but Jane wanted nothing of it. She was happily single and had no intention of changing that anytime soon. “No. But Alec gave me the task of making you look pretty so come on. I already bought you a few new outfits and yes you have to fit them all.” Jane said as she grabbed Maeryn’s hand and dragged her to her room. “Please not another fifty outfits like the last time?” Maeryn asked horrified. “Nah, I got you forty-nine. Now come on.” Jane said as she closed the door behind her and gave Maeryn a few different dresses, jeans, shirts and shoes. Maeryn sighed softly but let Jane do what Jane loved to do. After all, what harm can it do, plus it makes her happy, Maeryn thought as she walked into the bathroom to change. “Aaaaand I am done! My masterpiece is a fact. Live my dear! Live!” Jane said. “Watched the monster of Frankenstein again, have you huh?” Maeryn asked. Jane gave her a goofy grin. “Yup. Now go look into the mirror.” She said as she pushed Maeryn towards the mirror. Maeryn was astonished. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful, dark blue dress that reached just below her knees and it was decorated with different stones. A matching pair of dark blue heels accompanied her dress. Her hair was in her natural loose curls and a small, with pearls decorated hair clip held one side of her hair backwards. Her makeup was light and subtle, and in her ears, golden earrings with a ruby decorated shined in her earlobes. “You have surely outdone yourself Jane. It is beautiful.” Maeryn said. “Good. Now go on. Alec is waiting for you in the garden. Have fun!” Jane said with a knowingly smile. Maeryn chuckled and made her way towards the rose garden. The garden where Alec and her shared their very first kiss. The garden where she found out what he truly was, yet she loved him when he said that, and she still loved him now that she was a vampire herself. The rose garden was filled with an endless sea of candle light, and on the very bench where they shared their first kiss, sat Alec. His hair all neat, and wearing his best tuxedo. Once Maeryn came into his view, a bright smile reached his lips and as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her close by her waist and kissed her softly, as if this kiss could be their last. Maeryn smiled and held onto his arms, kissing back. “You look absolutely stunning. Jane has outdone herself.” He whispered against her lips. Maeryn smiled. “She sure has.” Alec smiled and sat down, pulling her gently besides him while pouring both of them a glass of AB. They both took a small sip and watched as the small village of Volterra slowly grew quiet and the full moon lit up their faces and the garden. The hadn’t said much. Alec held onto her hand this whole time but he seemed slightly nervous. Although Maeryn couldn’t figure out why. “Maeryn?” Alec suddenly said, breaking the silence of the night. Maeryn looked up at him. “Yes, my

love?” “Before we went on our first holiday, I asked Adolfo and Agnella a very important question. I asked them for your hand. Now it has been eleven years since I asked them the question, and three since they both passed away. We have been together for almost twelve years and I can no longer wait.” He stood up, grabbed a small box from his pocked and sat down on one knee. “Maeryn, my love, my life. You are the sunshine in my life. Before you my life was a dark pit, with barely any love in it. We are bounded by our mate bond. But I also wish to be bound to you by marriage. I want to be able to call myself your husband, but most importantly, I want to be able to call you my wife. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” he asked, never breaking eye contact as he opened the box. Inside laid a beautiful silver sing. It was decorated with three stones. One larger white diamond accompanied by two smaller rubies on both side of the diamond. Maeryn smiled and felt tears of happiness burn behind her eyes. She kissed him gently, but with a lot of passion. “Yes. I wouldn’t want anything else.” She whispered against his lips. Alec smiled and gently slid the ring onto her finger before kissing her passionately. And both Maeryn and Alec where floating in their own bubble of luck and happiness.

[thereisonlyoneoption]

Maggie Stiefvater~Rant YA edition pt.2

I know, I know that I had to make a part about world-building but I’m pissed, I failed my exam I am at my friend house and it’s Fourth of July so I must do this.

Joseph Kavinsky.

First of all I don’t condemn his actions and yes, you can like a character but don’t agree with their actions.

My journey with The Dream Thieves was rocky, like really rocky. It was worse than The Raven Boys, I felt psychical pain while reading this one but there was only one good thing that help get through it AND IT WAS KAVINSKY.

From the first scene I liked him, I was intrigued by him and I was curious why Gangsey hates him so much. I mean what M*ggie give us are just rumours, that's when I asked myself “Why such a hate? What did he do to them?”.

And then the yo mama jokes, priceless by the way. Okay, maybe my sense humour sucks but let me tell you in polish translation “twoja stara” is golden I laughed for several minutes.

But the thing went down pretty quickly, like my face went from a happy to grim in a second and stayed that way while reading this, just to cry at the end. After that it was just anger and to this day I’m angry at M*ggie for what she did.

Lets start from beginning.

1. Kavinsky-Description

The first time we see Kavinsky it’s in the chapter 3 where we got rumours about him:

“Of course it was Joseph Kavinsky, fellow Aglionby Academy student and Henrietta’s most notorious recreational forger. Kavinsky’s infamous Mitsubishi Evo was a thing of boyish beauty, moon-white with a voracious black mouth of a grille and an immense splattered graphic of a knife on either side of the body. The Mitsubishi had just been released from a month-long stint in the police impound. The judge had told him that if he was caught racing again, they’d crush the Mitsubishi and make him watch, like they did to the rich punks’ street racers out in California. Rumor had it Kavinsky had laughed and told the judge he’d never get pulled over again. He probably wouldn’t. Rumor had it Kavinsky’s father had bought off Henrietta’s sheriff. To celebrate the Mitsubishi’s release from impound, Kavinsky had just put three coats of anti-laser paint on the headlights and bought himself a new radar detector.“

Right from the bat, characters expressed disdain of him:

“I hate that prick,” Adam said.

Then we get the “description” of him: white sunglasses, golden chain, which already is kinda lacking but then we get the infamous “refugee face”

“He had a refugee’s face, hollow-eyed and innocent.“

Okay okay, so like it wasn't already offensive, we learn later that he’s Bulgarian and as a person also from Slavic group, this description just looks bad and leaves bad taste in my mouth, because I'm fed up with Americans view of Slavs like we are all simple people, still in communist era somewhere in the Europe, who came to America to steal low income jobs.

On the other hand, how does “refugee face” looks like? Yeah, we get the line “hollow-eyed and innocent“ but it still feels offensive to Slavic group.

Luckily, in my translation it was changed to “runaway’s face” which holds the same idea but it isn't offensive and fits Kavinsky’s character better.

“There was nothing about Kavinsky that wasn’t despicable”

Just... ugh why they hate him so much, I asked myself back then but I didn't know that from this point, all went down hill.

“He was unmistakable: the sort of raven boy who was clearly an import from elsewhere.“

Okay first of all, you can import things, not actual people Blue. Second of all, combining this with “refugee face” it made me so angry like M*ggie, why can’t you describe Kavinsky normally without possibly offending half of Europe. He is human, not your new brand German car.

After that we get the rest of description “Like many of the other raven boys, he sported massive sunglasses, spiked hair, a small earring, a chain around his neck, and a white tank top.“ and that’s it. It’s all we get. There might be some things missing, like hair colour but we can forgive that.

2. Backstory

In M*ggie’s now deleted tumblr, she once wrote:

"Kavinsky has a very logical backstory that leads him to this place.”

And what did we know about Kavinsky? Practically, nothing. He’s a son of a Bulgarian mobster from New Jersey, he’s rumoured to kill his father, he’s mother is a drug-addict, he’s rich, Prokopenko is his favourite forgery and he got away with replacing him and possibly his dad. It gives the idea to what shaped him as a person but it doesn’t explained everything, like if he killed his dad, why wasn’t it? How did it ended up with him replacing Prokopenko? Why he is his favourite forgery?

But okay M*ggie say what you want but I and my friend made better backstory for him in ten minutes (like it wasn’t hard really).

3. ”We matter”

“Closing his eyes, Gansey leaned his head back on his seat, chin tilted up, throat green in the dash lights. There was still an unsafe sort of smile about his mouth — what a torment the possibility in that smile was — and he said, “There was never a time when that could’ve been you and me. You know the difference between us and Kavinsky? We matter.“

That said Gansey, the character we are supposed to like, about the kid who is not only his age but also drug addicted and possibly abused. I was furious at him for saying that because who k*rwa he is to say things like that. Is he some frigging higher being to judge someone like that?

And he was smiling while saying that? What an.. and nobody called him out on that?! It only gives the reader the idea that people like Kavinsky don’t matter and to those who relate to him that they don’t matter.

And Blue, who again made me want to throw my phone, later in the book asked  literal a hitman, who offered to go to “talk” with him to “make him feel worthless” while doing it.

It’s the next example when I felt the main characters are lacking a basic human empathy, like again he is just a kid not “H*tler” like Ronan compare him to.

4. That scene

That f*king scene, we all know about.”R*pe of Ronan” as stans like to call it.

I heard the reaction of the fans to this scene even before reading this books. Of course, I was anticipating this scene and when it came:

“After a moment, he heard the hood groan as Kavinsky leaned over him. Then he felt the ridged callus of a finger drag slowly over the skin on his back. A slow arc between his shoulder blades, drawing the pattern of his tattoo. Then sliding down his spine, tensing every muscle it moved over.

But when his eyes slitted, battling sleep, Kavinsky was just doing another line of coke off the roof, body stretched over the windshield. He might have imagined it. What was real?“

I was baffled, because its bad but its nothing like fans making to be. All Kavinsky does is drag his finger on Ronan’s back tattoo, while he is falling asleep but afterwards Ronan said he doesn’t know, if it was even real, so the reader can’t tell if it was. Somebody would argue, that is a molestation but once again, we don’t know if it was real. Maybe if we got K’s PoV we could get information about this situation but now we are left in the dark what really happened that night.

And then, there is “Consent is overrated” scene

This is one of the main argument of stans preaching that K is a r*pist. Yes, that sounds horrible, we don’t have to argue about that but people missed the context of situation in which it was said.

“Ronan replied, “Not such a thief tonight.”

“Some nights,” Kavinsky said, all teeth, “you just take it. Consent is overrated.”“

Ronan and Kavinsky are referring to pulling things out of dreams and how Kavinsky is doing it aka not asking permission to take them out, unlike Ronan. But without this context, the world “consent” is mainly associated with one thing. You know what...

The bottom line is that, if we got K’s PoV, it would shine a light on his intentions and motivations to say and possibly do all of this. We can only thanks the author for that.

5. Relationship with Ronan Lynch

Maybe that will sound scandalous but I don’t think Kavinsky loved Ronan. All of their interaction seem more like obsession to me and after the dreaming of Camaro, it seem desperate.

At the beginning, after main characters expressed disdain of K, only Ronan thought something different:

“Ronan knew he ought to hate him, too.“

And I thought “Okay maybe Ronan know more about him than the rest” but as the chapters went, I wanted the end of it all.

It was toxic. I know, I know but I was hoping for a least little glimpses of possible friendship. Instead of that, I got throwing over cars, punching and exploitation between them. With Kavinsky saving Ronan from the night horror (which fans forget about in their rants how bad K is) and helping Ronan dreaming a new Camaro, I expect at least some decency? gratefulness?? at Ronan side, because nobody forced Kavinsky to do this but when Ronan got what he wanted he just peace out?! Like Kavinsky was doing all of this as a favour?

“He rolled down the window. “I’m going.” For a moment, Kavinsky’s face was perfectly blank, and then Kavinsky flickered back onto it. He said, “You’re shitting me.” “I’ll send flowers.” Ronan revved the engine. Exhaust and dust swirled in a wild torment behind the Camaro. It coughed at twenty-eight-hundred rpm. Just like the Pig. Everything was back the way it was. “Running back to your master?” “This was fun,” Ronan said. “Time for big-boy games now, though.”

And

““I never lie,” Ronan said. He frowned disbelievingly. This felt like a more bizarre scenario than anything that had happened to this point. “Wait. You thought — it was never gonna be you and me. Is that what you thought?”“

And what was Kavinsky’s reaction after he was “used” by Ronan without even a thank you?

“Kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to Ronan’s temple. “Bang,” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “See you on the streets.”“

Not anger but disbelief about what just happened and then the “he said softly“ just seems sad to me. He got used by the man he, de facto, wanted to befriend. He for sure felt cheated and used but the next thing what he does seems just OOC for me. He kidnapped Matthew, Ronan’s younger brother, to force him to come to the Fourth of July party. Before it looked like he wanted Ronan just to have a fun but after the Camaro something broke in him. But once again, it only my interpretation, because K is the only TRC antagonist that doesn’t get PoV, so I can wonder, what was going on in his head.

I’m tired of this, because most of the things could be explained, if we got his PoV, because without it his actions seems random.

After the text “bring something fun to fourth of july or we’ll see which pill works the best on your brother“, Ronan called K demanding where is Matthew and K responded:

“Ronan demanded, “Where is he?” “You know, I asked nice the first few times. Are you coming to Fourth? Are you coming? Are you coming? Here, have a motherfucking car. Are you coming? You made it ugly. Bring something impressive tonight.”“

It doesn’t sounds that evil to me more like desperate (repetition of “are you coming”) and hurting (”you made it ugly”). It made me feel more curious about what was going in his head and what lead him to kidnapping more than being angry at him for kidnapping Matthew.

Kavinsky was looking someone like Ronan, to share problems and to destroy themselves together. And Ronan was the closest thing to it, dreamer and all. He was looking for connection but in the end, Ronan didn’t want anything to do with him and that ended in tragedy.

6. Fourth of July

Ah yes, the main reason why I’m writing this post. We know how this goes. Gangsey arrives at party. Ronan demands where is his brother. Ronan follow K into a dream.

"Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you."

"Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!"

"Just us."

There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said. "That's not enough," Ronan replied."

One again K got rejected and it was told to him he "wasn't enough" Okay, Ronan doesn't own him anything but what happened next is more fucked up

Kavinsky dreams fire dragon, Ronan night horror. They fight. Gangsey search for Matthew.

Ronan demands K to tell him where is Matthew and K just said “He’s all yours! You missed my point, man. All I wanted was this —”“ while gesturing at their creations and ONCE AGAIN I REPEAT ONCE AGAIN we are not sure what K meant: dreaming together? fighting? One chapter from his PoV couldn’t hurt Maggie you know?

Matthew got rescued, Ronan shielded him from upcoming dragon then this:

"He shouted to Kavinsky, ”Get down!”

But Kavinsky didn’t look away from the creatures. He said,”The world’s a nightmare”.

Ronan once again shouted to him but Kavinsky didn’t answered and let the dragon to kill him.

“A second later, the fire dragon exploded into Kavinsky. It went straight through him, around him, flame around an object. Kavinsky fell. Not as if he was struck, though. Just like when he’d taken the green pill. He crumpled to his knees and then slumped gracelessly off the car.“

And we know K is dead, because both the dragon and Prokopenko fall asleep.

And that’s all and what was all for? Because they thought he was draining the ley lines (but Adam fixing the lines seems to do the trick) and because Ronan didn't want to come to Fourth of July. After that comes nothing. No reaction from the cast and the dream pack who supposedly were his friends (In later book Jiang talks to Ronan like nothing happened) there is no funeral of which we know and the town is silent. Like K never existed.

What kind of message this sends to a reader? That if you are like Kavinsky in any way nobody will mind if you are gone. You are not even worthless to remember. On one podcast M*ggie said she don’t want to be educational in her books and that’s f*cked up because she is writing YA, young people who are easily influenced and after reading how K is treated the majority will close the book with belief that people like K don’t deserve help and they are goners not worthy of redemption.

While in the same book Gray Man, adult hitman who killed people on pages, was hunting down Ronan, relieved to be murderer behind a Niall's death, beat up and threaten Declan with a gun to tell him where the Greywaren was not only forgiven by everyone (including Ronan) but got redemption arc and love interest. Let me repeat adult man, literal a hitman gets redemption arc but not mentally ill kid. Okay Margaret what the f*ck was that. Where is the logic, where is the lamb sauce?! Does she knows how her writing can influence young people? And it seems most of the fans agree with her.  

Conclusion

Joseph Kavinsky was handled terribly through the whole book. With main cast hating him from the get-go. Narration that tried to make him the great evil (with some fans of TRC calling him the worst villain) and after the book got published the fans and the author themself further demonised him, 17 year old boy with a drug addiction, mental illness and with possible history of abuse.

I can only shake my head every time, I see someone calling him the devil. What Kavisnky needed was rehab and therapy, not death! If she wanted to find solution to stop him from dreaming, why couldn't she just moved him outside of Henrietta or Virginia, not lead him to commit s*icide and public s*icide mind you. He was a bad person but nobody deserved to die like this.

To end this post (I wrote this post so long that in my country is no longer Fourth of July), I still to this day think about Kavinsky and what would happened, if the author didn't choose the easy way to "get rid of him". And do not tell me, it was impossible to end it differently, because it was possible. Ronan just grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him off the car. Sending him to a rehab or just talking with him, instead of assuming from the start, that he wouldn't listen. His only crimes were, he needed help and he wouldn't listen to Gangsey telling him what to do.

[shellku]

Film Challenge

Okay guys. Finally did it. As requested.

Have you ever left a theater before the movie was over?

Yes. Only once.

If you ever left a theater what was playing: Savages

Craziest (Random) movie you’ve ever seen:

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

“And thanks for all the fish” -Dolphins

Most disturbing film you’ve ever watched:

Crimson Peak

A film you only watched because (Tom Hiddleston ) was in it: Crimson Peak

A minor role (or movie) with a major actor you greatly enjoyed: Sebastian Stan as Jefferson/The Mad Hatter in Once Upon A Time.

A minor role (or movie) with a major actress you greatly enjoyed: Emma Watson as Pauline Fossil in Ballet Shoes

A movie everyone should see at least once: The Princess Bride

A movie you thought everyone has seen but apparently not: Who framed Roger Rabbit?

A movie you’ve tried multiple times to watch but never get through it: Silence if the Lambs

A movie that legitimately surprised you:

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. While it came out in 1980 I didn’t see it until much later obviously. I wasn’t even ten when I watched it the first time, I and was genuinely shocked.

Movie that you enjoy, that surprises people you enjoy: Scream (1996)

A movie you associated with Religion and it turns out that tracks: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

A movie you watched a lot as a kid but your not sure why exactly you watched it so much:

Hook. (And) The Sandlot.

My first movie that made me question my sexualité: The Priâtes of the Caribbean.

Sections

Anime

First Anime: Fruits Basket. Vampire Knight.

Anime I watched with my (brother): Full Metal Alchemist

Anime I tried to get into and couldn’t: D Gray Man

Anime I was surprised I enjoyed: The Neverland Promise. (And) Soul Eater

Anime I always liked (even when it confused people): Black Butler

Anime that makes me cry: Your lie in April

Anime that I love but now makes me sad too: Sword Art Online

Anime I’m just not into: One Piece

One that was recommended that I enjoyed:

Blue Exorcist

One that was recommended that I was ehh on and did not finish: Attack on Titian

One I probably should watch: Pandora Hearts

One I watched Randomly : Castlevania

One that I did not watch until (college) that everyone seems to have watched: Sailor Moon

Cartoons

Cartoons Everyone should see:

- The Peanuts.

- Garfield.

- Scooby Doo.

- Tom and Jerry.

- Pink Panther.

Cartoon I never liked: Spongebob

Cartoon I hate now: Kiayu? Idk. The one with the bald kid that whines a lot. Ugh.

Cartoon I can make myself ‘watch’ with the (niece/nephews): Paw Patrol

Films you would Recommend:

80s: The Breakfast Club

Book Adaption 80s: The Outsiders

Murder Mystery:Murder on the Oriental Express

Jim Henson pick: Labyrinth

(Suicide) Satire:Heathers

Romance: Titanic

‘Horror’ Movie: The Lost boys

Horror Movie: The Nightmare on Elm Street

Spy Flick: Saint (1997)

Mind trips: The Sixth Sense.(1999) Donnie Darko.

Stephen King: The Dark Tower

Stephen King Miniseries: Rose Red

Studio Ghibli: Howls Moving Castle. Or. Kiki’s Delivery Service.

Action Comedy: Miss Congeniality

Adventure Comedy: Jumanji

‘Dark’ Comedy: The Addams Family

Romantic Comedy: Legally Blonde

Tim Burton

Tim Burton Animated: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Tim Burton Live Action: Edward Scissorhand

Tim Burton Musical: Sweeney Todd

Dreamworks

Favorite Dreamwork’s Film:

Rise of the Guardians (and) How to Train your Dragon

Disney:

Unpopular Recommendations:

The Black Cauldron (and) The Great Mouse Detective

One that is still rather disturbing: Pinocchio

Best Soundtrack (Golden Age): Fantasia

Best Soundtrack (Modern): IDk?!

Classics (Golden) everyone should see at least once: Snow White (and) Bambi.

Wartime Era Pic: The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr.Toad

Silver Age or Bronze Age: Both!!!

Disney Renaissance or Post Renaissance: Both! If I absolutely had to choose though, Renaissance.

Moana or Lilo and Stitch: Lilo and Stitch

Frozen or Tangled: Both

Soul or Monsters Inc: Monsters Inc

Toy Story I and 2/ or/ 3 and 4? Toy Story I and 2.

Underrated: Candleshoe

Disney Holiday:

Live Action Halloween - Hocus Pocus

Live Action Halloween Series- Halloweentown

Animated Halloween- Frakenweenie

Live Action Christmas- Miracle on 34th Street (and) Eloise

Animated Christmas- Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas, Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas, (and) Winnie the Pooh: A very merry Pooh year.

New: The Nutcracker and the Four Realms. (2018)

Disney Reimagined/Live Action:

First that made you rethink the story: Maleficent

Favorite ‘Princess’ Story: Beauty and the Beast

The Surprise: Cruella

The one you worried about but we’re happy with in the end: Lady and the Tramp

The one you worried about but ending up enjoying anyway: Aladdin

The one that was good but you could have done without: The Lion King (which really surprised me!!!I like it but I didn’t love it. Which for me was so strange since I’m a fan of the original and the play.)

The one you had high hopes for and had a mixed reaction too: Mulan. (Ended up really liking it, but I miss Mushu. )

‘Modern’ Shakespeare Adaption:

10 Thing I hate About You (The Taming of the Shrew)

Clueless (Emma)

and

The Lion King Series. (Kid appropriate)

The Lion King: Hamlet

The Lion King 1 1/2: Rosencrantz and Guildenstein

The Lion King 2: Romeo and Juliet

Vampire Pictures:

90s: Interview with a Vampire

2000+: Twilight Series

Tv Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Vampire Action Series: Underworld

Classic: Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Dracula with a Twist: Dracula Untold (2014)

Fun Supernatural Flicks :

Witches: The Craft

Male Witches: The Covenant

Fairytale: Red Riding Hood (2011)

Ghost Hunters: Ghostbusters

Multiple Supernatural: Van Helsing (2014)

Werewolf Romance: Blood and Chocolate

Kid Friendly Live Action: Casper

Kid Friendly Animated: Hotel Transylvania

Supernatural Series:

Multi: Supernatural

Animated: Sabrina The Teenage Witch. (And) Scooby Doo.

Witches: Charmed

Fairytale: Once Upon a Time

Darker Fairytale: Grimm

‘Superhero’ Movies:

90s: Batman. (And) The Crow.

Series: Marvel’s Cinematic Universe

Classic Animated: Batman the animated series

Modern Animated: Harley Quinn

Girl Power: Wonder Woman. (and) Birds of Prey.

Something Different: Deadpool

Younger Audiences/Nostalgia: Teen Titans (animated)

Harry Potter

Favorite Film: Idk. Can’t choose honestly.

Least favorite character portrayal: .. Ginny Weasley?

Someone you loved: (so many..) McGonagall

Someone you loved hating: Bellatrix LeStrange

Someone you just hate: Dolores Umbridge

First time you cried: I cried for Sirius and Remus in Prisoner of Azkaban.

First time you jumped: Snakes or Basilisk. Chamber of Secrets. (I think I was 12?)

Someone who was so spot in acting on you can’t see them as anyone else now: Luna Lovegood

Someone who was so good even if the look wasn’t perfect: Emma Granger as Hermione OR Alan Rickman as Severus Snape.

Someone who’s injury hit you harder than the books: Colin Creevy.

Someone who’s death hit you harder than in the books: None. They hit but not as much as the books.

A scene you found just breathtakingly pretty: Christmas at Hogwarts

A scene you found creepy (even when you knew it was coming): Nagini uses a corpse as a mask.

For any Potter heads. Some things that bothered you about the Harry Potter films:

- Where is Charlie Weasley?

- Where is Peeves?

- Where are Neville’s parents?

- The green/blue/brown eye thing. (This is not against Radcliffe. Some special effects could have fixed this easily)

- HarrY DiD YOu PuT YoUR NaMe IN tHe GoBlET of FIRE?! 🔥

- In Sorcerers Stone, Why did you change the snake at the zoos breed??

- “Voldemort” versus “Voldemor”. The silent t.

- Hermione’s. Yule. Ball. Dress. Color. Blue. Not pink. She specifically changed the color.

- Fluffy. Hagrid’s adorable Cerberus was originally bought from a Greek man. Why change it to Irish? I like Ireland but it was a Greek man due to where Cerberus’s initially came from right???

- Harry’s first Weasley sweater color

- Why does Harry only see his parents in the Mirror of Eirsed? Where’s the rest of the family?

- The Underage magic rules aren’t well explained in the movies making the 3rd year summons even more bonkers sounding

- The Patil Twins Yule Ball Outfits. They could have been soooo beautiful. Like this is the Yule Ball! The Twins would have (in my opinion) much more elaborate traditional Indian styled dress robes?? Idk.

- Love Movie Hermione! But some moments take away from Ron. Like when Ron defended her in the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione didn’t know what the slur “Mudblood” meant in the books. Ron had to explain it.

- Dobby needed more screen time. Some stuff Dobby did went to Neville because so many Neville scenes were cut.

- Where’s all the secrecy from the books when communicating with Sirius- “Snuffles”? Something Harry’s godfather insisted on to keep him safe.

- Snape’s title of “The half-blood Prince” is not explained. Neither is it made clear that Severus was also abused horribly at home throughout his childhood. Also that like Harry Dumbledore did nothing to help Severus when he was a student. (Or maybe Tom Riddle when he grew up in an orphanage. I’m sensing a pattern)

- Dumbledore should have still spelled Harry during Dumbledore death scene. No way would Harry just stand there if given the choice.

- Ron was not quite as ‘dumb’ in the books and a lot of his funny moments were cut from the movie. Which makes his jealousy moments all the more unbecoming. He also comes off a bit more arrogant in the movies. (This is not against R Grint. Who is awesome) The movies gave Ron the short end of the stick.

- Weasley/Malfoy Fued. Who else wanted to see Arthur and Lucius have a fist fight in a bookstore? Exactly.

- Albus Dumbledore isn’t all Sunshine and Daisys. He does some really messed up stuff yet no one ever seems to question this.

- Remus was the last Marauder. Yet his and his wife, Tonk’s, deaths are barley acknowledged.

- Also Teddy. Harry’s Godson.

- Harry’s and Ginnys relationship is not built on. It’s just there. Ugh. Heck Movie Ginny isn’t that great. You don’t know much about her except: She’s the only girl in Ron’s family. She’s the youngest Weasley. She’s obsessed with Harry. She’s a good Quidditch player. She has a temper. She was possessed by Riddle’s Dairy when she was eleven. She’s obsessed with Harry.

- Draco is essentially Harry’s antithesis. Where is he in some critical scenes in the movies?

- Where’s the Luna love???? Harry’s pretty rude to her in some scenes.

- There is no S.P.E.W. And Hermione’s more ruthless side is gone.

- The guys hair in The Goblet of Fire. Get a hair cut. Please.

- Some of Molly’s less than Stellar Moments. (Ex. When she believed rumors about Hermione and so treated he coldly. How horrible she was to Fleur. Ect)

- Fleur. Fleur and Bill still get married but the objections to the wedding aren’t as presented in the movies. Not is Molly’s and Ginny’s extreme dislike of Fleur. Or when Arthur apologizes to Fleur. Or really any of Fleurs best moments. The whole courting process is skipped.

- House Elves. The House Elves of Hogwarts.

- Percy Weasley. The ‘betrayal’. The returned Weasley sweater. Him turning to protect his family and fight for Hogwarts at the last minute. All gone. Which involves being forgiven by the Weasley Twins not an hour before Fred dies.

- The connection of the Black sisters. Specifically Adromeda - mother of Tonks. Who is Sirius cousin. Who married Remus Lupin. Tonks and Remus the parents of Teddy.

- Dean Thomas is pretty much gone.

- Rita Skeeter. Illegal Animagus. Hermione kept her in a jar.

- The movies didn’t allow Radcliffe to be sassy and sarcastic enough. Harry Potter is one of the sassiest boys to ever walk through the halls of Hogwarts!

- Harry didn’t fix his wand in the last movie.

- The history of the Marauders.

- The history explaining why Snape could never be comfortable around and trust Remus Lupin.

[moonlightcrossesonyourbody]

Midnight and Little Girls Blue-Grey

Okay. So I just remembered how much fun writing is and exactly how much I am at the mercy of my thoughts. I said that I’m open to prompts in my previous story cause I love them and they help me construct my thoughts a little. Key word being a little. So the wonderful @awickedplacethisis gave me a prompt a I did....something with it. I honestly don’t know where this whole thing came from but that prompt was the general basis of the idea and here it is:

Hello! Just read “Words, Nerves and Cigarettes” and I am so gone for your writing, oh wow. I would love to see you write about Billy being soft(er) with the kids - maybe post season 3 - and Steve seeing it and realizing he’s kinda GONE for that boy. I love your writing so much, I’d probably die on the spot if you wrote this. :,)

Ask and ya shall receive!! You’re so sweet and your comment made me smile so here’s what I did with it. It got a little out of hand and went in a different direction than what I was expecting but still. Also. Please. Don’t die on the spot.

Without further ado....

There was a whine coming from somewhere in the forest.

There was a woman, yes, it was, it was a woman’s voice, coming from somewhere in the woods.

Elev- No- Jane, Jim said she could be Jane now, looked around the small living room of the cabin, until she spotted the little square, black, digital clock Jim had set next to the radio they used, to talk, when he was gone. 

00:05

Midnight and five 

Twelve and zero five. Even though the clock said zero, zero. Mike said zero, zero meant twelve at night. Midnight. Zero, zero so you can start counting again.

Oooh, wah, wah, ah, sit there, hmm, count

There it was again. The woman was ahing and, and moaning, and breathing in loudly now.

00:05

She wasn’t supposed to be up still. Jim said-                                                       But Jim is LATE again, she thought angrily, eyebrows coming together, little mouth hardening, jaw setting.

Aah, count your little fingers

My unhappy, oh little girl, little girl blue, yeah

She stood up and went to the front door. She reached for the doorhandle and pushed it down slowly. It squeaked if you pushed too hard. She hated squeaking.                                                                                                              Locks clicking, doors shutting, squeaking, squeaking, always squeaking, silver shiny door handles that-

Wah, oh, oh, oh, aaahhh little girl blue, yeah, yeah, yeahhh

It was music. It came to her suddenly as she went out and stood on the porch. Lights out. She could usually hear the forest best at night. It was December again; but this year it hadn’t really snowed yet, so she could still hear the bugs and the foxes and the other little animals when they moved at night. Jim said they’d go hide soon. Hide from the cold.

“It’s gonna be raw this year.” Joyce had told her last time she came over to bring them food, cause Jim was working the, the night shift, even though he was the Chief.

There were, there were guitars, yeah, that’s what those were, guitars -like in Jim’s records- now, but the woman would still ahhh-ing and hmmm-ing along with them. 

It’s a record. It- it must be a record, she thought. But who was playing it? The cabin was the only one in the woods. That’s why they stayed there, cause Jim said that noone would come look for them there unless they were theirs.            So who could be playing it?

She looked out in the forest. The moon was whole and big in the sky and there were no clouds so she could see alright even though it was dark.                    

She couldn’t see any lights and the music sounded like it was far.

It was loud. It was echoing all over the forest, sound travelling.

She looked back inside the cabin and bit her lip. She went back in and found the key Jim had made for her. It was hanging from the keychain Dustin had given her last time she saw him. It was brown leather -like Jim’s jacket- but it also had a thin blue-grey satin ribbon on it.

Braided in. Braids, like that other girl’s -Max’s- hair was last time.

It was a long chain. Long enough that she could wear it like a necklace around her neck. She put it on and grabbed her thick, woolen coat that Jim had bought her and went outside again. She put the coat on along with the little gloves that Joyce had given her. Both were blue-grey, like the satin ribbon in her key-chain.

She thinks it might be her favourite colour.

Blue-grey.

Like Jim’s eyes that were a shining, glittering blue when he was laughing or singing and grey when he was annoyed.                                                          Like Nancy’s eyes -Mike’s sister- when she met her one time in late November when she came to pick Mike up from Will’s. Blue-grey and big, with rose-gold shadow around them. Pretty. Prettier up close than they had been in the picture she had seen in Mike’s house back in the beginning.

Blue-grey

Like the forest around her because of the moonlight.

Jim said she wasn’t supposed to go out yet. And she wasn’t allowed to go out at night but Jim was late, so he was breaking the rules too. He might get mad if he found out but she didn’t care. He should have been on time. Noone will see her anyway, she’d be careful.

She moved through the forest quietly. Light on her feet and moving slowly as she let her mind open and tried to feel -find- where the music was coming from.  The woman was still crooning softly

It’s going to feel like those raindrops do

When they’re falling down, honey, all around you

Oh-

There!

She could feel it pulsing, pulsing, vibrating in the distance and it wasn’t all too far.                                                                                                                          It was coming from the road, where Jim would come from before he turned into the dirt-path between the trees that went to the cabin.                                          It felt familiar. It was thrumming, thrumming, drumming along with the woman who was now screaming, yelling, almost sobbing.

Yeah, yeah, honey, little girl, my little girl blue.

Jim would call her that sometimes, if he wasn’t calling her kid. Girly.             

  Jesus, you’re just a little girl, what’s you glaring at me like that for?                    

She wasn’t just a little girl. And the woman sounded sad. Sounded tired, even though she was yelling louder than the guitars.                                                      She made her way through the forest, towards the road, staying near the trees and the bushes, staying low. She could feel it becoming louder. Not just the music. The pulse.

They’re like me, she realized. It was like a- like a wave. Like the ripples the water made in the sink when they were washing the dishes and in the bottom of the shower when she pushed it with her feet towards the drain. Energy moving, moving with nowhere to let go, just circling around in a body buzzing with it.        There was anger there too. Like her but...but not. It was harsher, it felt more like..not dangerous, cause she was dangerous too, more....explosive. More loud, concentrated, unsteadier than hers. And there was something bitter, something like sad, but guiltier, though she couldn’t tell what exactly. There was so much noise in their head.

Oh sit there-

She was getting real close, she could see the road now.

Oh, oh, ohhh-

She was at the edge of the forest now and she looked around until she saw it.

There was a car on the side of the road. The side where the forest gave way to the fields that were open and wide and silver now under the moon. Silver like the car almost. There was- there was blue there too.                                                  It was silver and shiny where moonbeams hit it on the roof and the one side but midnight blue, dark like the night around them and the sky above where the light couldn’t reach.

Blue-grey...but darker.

She got closer.

Honey, honey, honey, oohhhh you’ve got to do

The lady was screeching now but...but her voice was so..free. She was loud and vibrant and yelling and no one was there to stop her. Free, un...unbound.

She got closer. Staying at the edges of the woods still. Letting the darkness of the tree branches cover her as she approached the car. She could see smoke now too. Travelling up, up, up towards the sky, soft grey joining deep dark blue.

There was a man leaning against the hood of the car.                                          No, not a man, a-a boy, she realized as she got closer. Like Jonathan and-and Steve.

He was leaning back against the hood, legs clad in tight blue jeans spread on the ground in front of him, one heavy-looking boot planted firmly on the asphalt and the other crossed over it. He was wearing just a-just a sleeveless white undershirt, bright where the light hit it, and smoking like Jim.

Isn’t he cold? she wondered as the chilly December wind blew around her, carrying with it the cold and the woman’s voice.                                                    She got closer to him and moved a little more to the side so she could see him better and-

She froze.

His hair was curly like hers but longer reaching his shoulders and, and it must be yellow in the day -blond, her mind supplied- but, but silver where the light hit it now, and, and he looked strong. Like Jim but, but thinner, sharper. The side of his face that she could see was all angles. The moonlight was hitting him straight on, casting shadows across his cheek and neck and arms.                      He looked like one of the statues the boys had showed her in a book. Like he was made of that smooth rock -marble-. Unmovable. Still...but not. He was loud. Louder than the music; she could feel him and it felt...he felt familiar.

Before she knew it she was moving towards him, still hidden by the trees, when she stepped on a fallen tree-branch that seemed loud as a gunshot; Riverberating through the night even with the music on.

He must have heard her. His shoulders tensed but he didn’t turn around, just kept on smoking. He moved his head slightly in her direction, smoke coming out of his mouth and traveling up, obscuring his face. 

Yes, yes, I know how you feel 

The music went on. She took in a breath and moved towards him. He didn’t look at her until she reached him. She could make out his eyes, even though he was staring off at the side.

Blue-grey, she barely realized before he faced her dead on and she froze again.

Pretty.

It was the first and only thought in her head. And he was. His silver-golden curls framing his face, shadows and light playing with the colours. He’s taken the cigarette out of his mouth and his lips were blood red, the tops of his cheekbones too, where the bitting wind hit them. His eyelashes were long and silver, framing his blue-grey eyes.

Blue-grey like Jim’s eyes and Nancy’s eyes and the silk ribbon braided in with leather on her neck.

“ A little late for you to be out here ain’t it, sweetheart?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her, tone cautious, guarded, voice smooth and deep in contrast to the high-pitched tones of the woman still singing.

She felt tongue-tied. Her already limited vocabulary failing her as she continued staring at him. 

“What’s a little girl like you, doing out here anyway?” he said.                              

She blinked

“I, I, I, uh, I live here.” she stuttered out, swallowing reflexively.

“ Here in the forest?” he asked almost incredulously, lips ticking up, eyebrows climbing high.

“ In the-in the cabin.” she answered.

“ Ooh, right, right. In the cabin, in the woods, of course.” he said around a smirk. “ And...are you alone? In your cabin I mean.” he motioned with his hand toward the forest, smoke from the cigarette he was holding painting the space between them gray.

“ No. I live with Jim.” she told him and realized she might have to elaborate on that. “ He takes care of me; but he’s at work.” she added.

“ Is Jim your dad then?” he asked again, moving his hand in a half-circle 

“ I’m, I’m adopted.” she answered.

“ Aah” he hummed and looked at her appraisingly. “ You got a name, sweetheart?” 

She took a breath before she answered him, reminding herself.

“ I’m Jane.” 

“ Well, Janeee” he dragged her name out, as he threw his half-finished cigarette on the ground, crushing it underneath his boot, before he extended an arm towards her, palm up. “ I’m Billy.”

She looked from his hand to his face before taking it in hers, his bigger one engulfing her smaller one. His hand was rough but surprisingly warm, considering his lack of clothing and the cold.

“ Aren’tyoucold?” the question slipped out, past her lips without her meaning to, but he didn’t look annoyed.

“ I run hot.” he told her with a smirk, pearly white teeth shinning. A second later the smirk sort of faded from his face, eyebrows coming together. “ You said, uhh, you said, your Jim’s working?” he asked her.

“ He’s late” she answered petulantly, while wrapping her arms around herself.   His face softened a little as he looked at her, one corner of his mouth rising a bit.

 “ What an asshole.” he said and she giggled “ But what’s that got to do with you being out here during the witching hours, Janie?” he said

“ Witching hours?” she’d never heard that before, she thought, frowning, what did that mean-

“ After midnight, before dawn. Just som’thin’ my ma used to say” he said and then he blinked, jerking his head a little like what he said surprised him; like he hadn’t meant to. His expression was turning kinda sad and closed and-

Oh.

Oh, she knew that. She knew that hurt. 

“ Iheardthemusic.” she rushed out before he shut down on her.

“ Aahh” he cleared his throat. “ You like Joplin, sweetheart?” 

She hesitated a second before answering.                                                        Did she like it? she thought back to the woman yelling and moaning.

“ She’s- she’s loud.” she said and he almost looked disappointed. “ But...but free” his eyes snapped up to meet hers a little wider, smile a little more...honest.

“ Yeah, yeah kid, you said it.” he gave her a smile. “ Most free and badass lady there ever was.” he said with certainty, nodding in her direction.                         He looked at his watch “ You got any clue what time your pops is comin’ home?” he asked looking back at her.

“ Soon.” she said hesitantly “ I think”

“ You wanna tell me how to get to that cabin of yours , I’ll take you back before he gets home” he offered, but all she could think was how the music was still playing loud and unrestrained; and the road and the forest and the fields were all an-an almost magic-like midnight blue and silver; and how he looked like those statues, pretty, but also angry, angry and hurt and like her, not-not like Jim or the boys and he didn’t look at her like she’d explode or like she might break, and Jim was gone and it was so quiet in the cabin where she was all alone with the squeaky, squeaky handles and the shut doors and windows and-

“ Canwewaithere?” slipped past her lips and she had reached and grabbed his forearm and he was warm, so warm, not like the cabin or the cold, he likes it cold-

“ Sure, kid” she snapped her eyes back to him. “ Why not? I got nowhere else to be.” he looked between her and the car lifting an eyebrow in question “ Wanna listen to some more music in the car?” he waited for her and when she nodded he made for the driver’s door. She followed and opened the passenger’s door, sliding onto the seat, after carefully lifting the leather jacket that was discarded there. He took it from her, as he passed her a shoebox.

“ You wanna pick?” he asked, gesturing at the box full of tapes in her lap.            Like Jim puts in the car radio, she realized. She looked from the box full of tapes, colourful, with blocky letters and symbols she didn’t recognize back to him and to the radio.

“ More...like that?” she requested in an uncertain voice.

He gave her a smile “ You got it.” he said and started going through the box until he settled on an untitled one, lifting it from the box and presenting it to her triumphantly.

“ You know mixtapes, Janie?” she shook her head no, “ Well,” he looked at her, eyes excited, his other hand gesturing all over. “ It’s tapes you can make yourself. You can put anything you like on ‘em. So while here we got a little bit o’ Janin, there’s some other stuff too.” he explained while pushing it in.

He laid back on the seat, leather jacket bunched up across his thighs and legs spread in the cramped space under the wheel. She mimicked his pose and felt a small smile form on her lips as he smiled with his eyes closed, humming contentedly along with what must be the happiest beginning of a song ever.        She felt her smile getting bigger as the-the piano -like in Will’s living room- gave way to a man’s happy voice.

She comes in colours everywhere 

She combs her hair

She’s like a rainbow.

She leaned back and closed her eyes too, content for a little while in the midnight-blue car, with the boy with the blue-grey eyes who is like-like her a solid presence next to her, thinking of pretty rainbows.

Oh honey go on and sit back down

I want you to count oh, oh count your fingers

She came to, with the woman from before crooning softly this time along with the guitar. She realized Billy’s jacked was draped over her and Billy was shaking her softly awake.

“Hey, sweetheart.” he said in a low voice “ There’s headlights down the road, your pops must be back.”

She shook her head to try and clear it from the sleepy fog; she didn’t even realize she’d fallen asleep. She looked around her and oh-

Billy must have noticed the dirt-road cause the car had been turned around and was now parked next to it. God. She didn’t even notice the car moving. He was right; there were lights far down the road getting closer.

Ah, my unhappy, my unlucky and my poor little girl blue 

Baby I know how you feel.

She looked at Billy next to her and felt like she had to-like she needed to let him know that-that...that they were like each other, that he wasn’t alone in his loud, loud head.

“ I, uh, I-I think I’m...happy.” she told him in stilted speech, looking right in his eyes; he looked caught off guard. “ Are...are you?” she questioned him.

He swallowed, throat working visibly, looking around before his eyes settled on a discarded packet of cigarettes on the dashboard; they softened.

“ I’m working on it” he answered gruffly.

The headlights were now much closer and Billy made to get out of  the car.        “Here” she said, thrusting his jacket towards him, remnants of woodsy cologne and cigarette smoke left behind on her coat.                                                        He winked at her and put it on as he climbed out of the car. The headlights hit him straight on, and she was right. Blond. His hair was golden now where the light hit them. He was sort of lazily leaning across the front of the car, arms cross and waiting, glancing at her when she went to stand next to him.

“ What the hell are you doing here, kid?!” Jim exclaimed as he approached them, face turning thunderous.

“ Where the hell have you been, Chief?” Billy had shot back before she even had a chance to open her mouth.

“ The hell are you doing with my kid, Hargrove? “ Jim demanded voice booming in the empty road, but before Billy had a chance to reply, she cut in.

“ I heard music.” she stated. Jim turned to look at her with an incredulous expression on his face.

“ And what?! You decided to follow it; kid you know-”

“ You were late.” she cut him off before he could get a chance to continue yelling. His teeth clicked as his jaw snapped shut.

“ Kid...” he started.

“ I was listening to music” Billy interrupted “ She heard it, followed it and found me” he told Jim and continued to almost glare at him, staring straight into his eyes. “ She told me her pops was late at work and that she was all alone in a cabin in the woods.” he drawled pointedly. “ Figured I’d keep ‘er company.”

Jim looked between the two of them and lifted his hand to rub at his eyes, making a low groan at the back of his throat.

“ You’re killing me kid.” he said looking at her before turning to Billy“ Hargrove.” he started “ain’t your folks missing you?”

“ Naah” Billy said drawing the word out. “ We, uh , we got a bit into it with my old man. Figured I’d take some space.” he said around a manufactured grin. Jim looked at him a while, a hard look coming down his face and oh-

Oh, they really were the same weren’t they?

“ Thanks for staying with her, I guess” Jim said then, gruffly.                              Billy almost seemed surprised for a second, before he schooled his expression back to that lopsided grin.

“ Anytime.” he answered and made to get back into his car.

“ Hargrove.” Jim said suddenly and Billy paused, looking back at them. “ You going back home?” he asked.

Billy stared at him and nodded. “ Yeah.” looking at him as if daring him to refute that statement.

Jim coughed. “ Well,,eghr, right. Thanks again. For staying with her.”

“ My pleasure, Chief.” Billy said, giving a two-fingered salute and sending a wink her way before he got back into his car. She let out a giggle and ducked her head as she rushed to get in Jim’s car, while he muttered a long-suffering    “Jesus” at the sky, before joining her.

“...Listen Jane-”

“ Happy, Jim.” she cut him off mid-sentence leaving him with his mouth hanging open “ He’s nice. Like him.”

Jim turned his eyes up towards the roof before closing them and heaving a great sigh.                                                                                                                        “ Killing me kid.” he groaned out and Jane gave a little giggle before leaning her head against the window, listening to the two cars and Jim’s breathing, looking at the mirror as Billy’s midnight car went to meet the midnight sky, before closing her eyes as Jim drove them home.

                                       ~~~~~~       ***     ~~~~~~

It slowly turned into a habit. Listening to music with Billy. Being quiet with him. On nights when Jim was working late. Or on nights he wasn’t.                            Nights when the three of them would sit quietly with each other; music yelling or softly crooning on, while they nursed anger and hurts old and new.                    Nights when everything was squeaking, squeaking, squeaking and the walls were closing in on her; and Billy’s skin was more midnight-blue than golden, like his car and the cold, unforgiving winter night sky; and Jim’s hands would shake as he paced, pace, paced around going through cigarettes like the smoke would hide them from the monsters.                                                                              Nights when Jim’s and Billy’s blue-grey eyes would be tinted red around the edges.

And later on, after the dance, the Snowball, where everything was blue-grey and midnight-blue and silver and Mike had kissed her, and Max had told she was pretty; the dance that Billy had taken them to in his midnight, roaring car, where she had danced and yelled and was free. 

After the dance and after Christmas, when February set in and everything was covered in snow, some nights, Billy’s midnight car would pull into the dirt-road and Steve would be in the passenger seat.

And Steve -who was always moving and always checking-double-checking, flattering about, nervous, nervous, nervous, breath short and heartbeat racing- would slowly settle down. To smoke with Billy and Jim, or lie back and sleep while they kept watch.

Or...on the best nights, he would hold her and card his fingers through her hair as she leaned against him while Jim and Billy would trade off reading to them; stories coming to colour with their deep, smoke-gruff voices.

And even later on in Spring, when Max would tumble out of the car too, when everything was brown,yellow, green and blue-grey, everything but Max’s fire-red hair, like a hallo around her head. Max who brought with her different music, and picture-books -comics!- of Amazons and little girls blue that turned into warriors; who came with a softer, sweeter voice but just as loud. That brought with her eyes blue-grey too but also green in the right light -sea-green Billy would tell her- like the sea she’d never seen up-close but both Max and Billy always thought of, always carried.

Max who brought with her dancing.

And then summer came.   

                                          ~~~~~~       ***     ~~~~~~

It’s winter again.

December 21st, “ Winter Solstice” Billy told her. Longest, darkest night of the year.

They were watching the sunset on the fields by the road where the forest ended. Where she found Billy that first night.                                                                She couldn’t really understand how this could be the longest night.                      Not when long nights meant, fireworks and flames, gunshots and glass shuttering; blood and bruises. When the boy she loved was hurting her, dying for her, saving her. When the girl she loved was crying while their hearts were breaking and all they could do was hold on and press down, press harder Jane, harder. When the man she loved, the man who loved her most, was burning and falling, falling, falling.                                                                                            Long nights filled with sirens and more men in white robes and white rooms and antiseptic. Long, sleepless nights spent waiting in plastic chairs, whispering, hoping, praying for the silver, shiny moon and the midnight-blue dark sky to save them; to let her keep them.

The chilly winter breeze hit her face, snapping her back into the present.

A man’s voice was singing softly in the background.

Oh tell me where your freedom lies

The streets are fields that never die.

Max had taken her hand and was swinging them both back and forth, eyes closed. She let go of one of Jane’s hands and spun her around under it.

Deliver me from reasons why

You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly.

She felt like she was flying. She was floating, like she would travel up, up, up into the sky to join the midnight blue, mixed with golds and pinks and purples as the sun set.

A larger, rougher, still unbelievably, warmer hand took hers and gave her another twirl.                                                                                                          She opened he eyes and the first thing she saw was Max. Looking at her brother with stars in her blue-grey-green -seagreen- eyes that had to match the ones in her brown ones, as he took her free hand in his and swung and twirled them both around him and underneath his arms.

A thousand girls, a thousand thrills.

Max was giggling and whooping and she couldn’t help but join in, a shriek escaping from her lips when Billy, suddenly, dipped her low. She wasn’t scared he’d drop her. He was still strong; and his arms were still warm enough, even though the smooth golden of his skin was filled with raised rose-silver lines now. Lines she knew travelled across his arms and ribs and stomach, even though she couldn’t see them.                                                                                           He was just in a sleeveless white undershirt again, unyielding in the face of the biting winter breeze. Sleeveless white undershirt, tight blue jeans and heavy boots like that first night she found him and-and like that night too, when he-

Max was laughing again. She lifted her head, took her eyes off of Billy and looked around, before her gaze settled on the boy leaned on the bumper of their midnight car.

Steve.

His eyes were soft, but his lips were pursed and his eyebrows were bunch up. He was frowning, she realized; was looking at them dancing, like there was something he was missing. Like he was trying to figure something out.              

She let her mind wonder, let her senses spread, until she could feel the nervous energy of the boy with the soft eyes, softer hands, who’d make cookies with her and who hid snorts at Jim’s bad jokes.

He was still looking at them, but his heart was beating fast. His thoughts were warm. She couldn’t read them but they felt like Spring. Warm like the sunshine in May and like the cabin on the nights they’d read together.

He was looking at Billy now and she had to take her eyes off of him for a second when Max twirled her again and she lost her balance, stumbling, before Billy steadied her with a booming laugh and she felt the warmth from before grow hotter.                                                                                                                    She looked back at Steve. Brown met brown and with a start she realized that he was blushing and-

Oh....oh

She must have stopped moving cause Billy slowed down and looked at her inquiringly before following her gaze towards Steve who was looking at the ground by his shoes now.

She looked between the two of them, watched as Billy’s expression grew softer, more vulnerable, before setting on something more determined. He took a deep breath, chest rising before he looked down at her and gave her a small smile,  letting go of her hand as he started heading for Steve.

Max must have noticed her not moving, because she stopped too, joining her in watching the two boys by the car, hand still holding hers.

“ Are they-” she started, almost in wonder, before Jane cut her off with a hard squeeze of her hand.

“ Pretty Boy.” they heard Billy say around a smirk, a friendly, teasing one, not mocking.

“ You’rereallygoodwiththem” Steve rushed out, catching Billy by surprise, before going back to staring furiously at the ground; face on fire.

Billy said something else, too low for them to hear drowned out by the music and the breeze and all the life around them, and Steve responded with a mumble looking at Billy from underneath his eyelashes, head still low and hands worrying some threads at the bottom of his shirt.

“ Come on” Max pulled at her, moving their shoulders and swinging their arms in time with the music.

I think you know what to do

Impossible? Yes, but it’s true.

She looked at Max’s face, sunkissed skin peppered with a million freckles across her nose and cheeks, like the stars in the midnight blue of their sky, lips fallen naturally in a soft smile.                                                                                        She closed her eyes and let Max and the music and the breeze carry her as they danced by the road, gravel crunching underneath their feet.                                They swayed and then-

Oohh, oh, oh, ohhhh sit there, hmm, count you fingers 

What else, what else is there to do?

Her eyes snapped open as the woman’s whining, loud, free voice echoed around them, bringing her back to that night, that first night almost a year ago when she heard it first. When she was alone in the dark, cold, squeaking cabin. When she followed it and found a boy that was like her.

She looked for Billy cause that was their-

Oh,

oh, she found him.

She heard Max draw a sharp breath but she couldn’t look away from them.          Billy was pulling away from Steve, head leaning back, soft smile on his face and he-they-they must have kissed. They must have just kissed; and Steve was clutching at Billy, one hand on his hip, one wrapped around the wrist of the scarred hand that was framing his face, thumb slowly drawing circles at the corner of his jaw; and he was looking at him with such, such wonder.

Such love.

And she couldn’t hold the smile back even if she tried, so she didn’t, yelled instead-

“ Billy!”

He turned to look at her, hands never once leaving Steve.

“ It’s our song” She stressed out with excited urgency.

He frowned for a moment, dark eyebrows coming together, before his expression cleared as he tuned back into the world around him. The world outside of Steve’s soft lips and softer smile.

Oh, sit there, oh sit there, honey, ohh

I know what else, what else

Honey you’ve got to do.

He looked at her and smiled, extending an arm out as he made his way towards her, other arm trailing behind him as he pulled Steve along.

He reached them, and she burrowed in his side, as his arm settled around her shoulders, reaching for Max, who was glued to her other side, and they settled, all four of them, with Billy’s arms around them -their arms around him- to watch, as the last sliver of burning golden sun disappeared, giving way to their midnight blue-grey night sky.

Blue-grey like the ribbon in the key-chain still hanging from her neck, like Billy’s eyes as the light hit them.

I want you to count, oh, count your little fingers 

Aah, ah my unhappy, my unlucky, and my poor little girl blue.

It came back to her suddenly and the need to know overwelmed her.

“ Billy?” she whispered

“ Hmm?” he hummed back just as quietly.

“ I’m happy.” she told him softly and his blue-grey shinning eyes snapped to hers; and he must have remembered.

“ Are...are you?” she asked him, again, slowly.

He looked at her, eyes searching her face, before leaving it to look at Max who was smiling at him with all her teeth, face dusted golden with the last of the light; before he turned his head slightly to the side to look down at Steve’s face, cheek resting against his collarbone, hand still holding onto the wrist of the arm wrapped around his shoulders; smiling.

He breathed out, looked at the now sunless blue-grey horizon and then back down at her, before slowly letting his eyes fall closed, arms drawing them nearer.

He breathed in.

Whispered.

“ Yes”

                                             Have you seen her all in gold?

Like a queen in days of old

She shoots colours all around

Like a sunset going down

Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colours everywhere

She’s like a rainbow.

                                           ~~~~~~       ***     ~~~~~~

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READ THE TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains abuse, abusive relationships, threats, violence, major character death, kidnap, human slavery, emotional manipulation, disturbing sexual themes, and profanity. The behaviors and relationships depicted below are abusive and unhealthy. These are not examples of healthy relationships, it’s actually the opposite. This is meant to imagine the members of Ateez in a popular anime trope and it in no way represents their real-life personalities and characters. Real-life ATEEZ are actually known for being some of the kindest, most respectful idols in the industry. It’s fiction, it’s for fun, PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T LIKE IT OR THIS KIND OF STUFF DISTURBS YOU!

Author’s Note: @zafira-profundis​ Thanks so much for requesting and liking my work, you’re my second ever request and I love you :3 I didn’t feel qualified to make the reader fully blind, because I’m not and I don’t know enough about it. So I compromised and gave them really bad eyesight, but it doesn’t come up much in the story. I’m not particularly happy with this, but I really tried my best and I hope everything else is in line with your request and you enjoy the story!

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3.1K+

You are in: The Golden Wasteland Star System 

Every second that you spent at Lord Yang’s side was like agony to San.

He hated the way he would touch you. Hated the way he put his disgusting mouth on you and give you sloppy, wet kisses full of tongue that you obviously didn’t want but were unable to refuse.

Ever since Lord Yang bought you two years ago from a group of sketchy, no-name traders on the eastern border of his sand land, all San wanted to do was lock you up and have you for himself.

Like him, you were born a slave. Beaten and weary from everyone who’d ever owned you and all the people who’d tried to take advantage of your impaired eyesight. San was trained to kill and fight for his master since before he could walk while you were a personal slave, bound to serve the needs of your master, whatever they may be.

The desert lands that you were born into were scorching, exhausting, and ripe with death, evil, and danger, things that San was well familiar with.

But you...you were like the moon to him. Like a cool oasis in the nighttime. Just seeing you calmed him down and gave him the strength to survive another day.

You never talked to him. There were few words you ever said and few people you ever spoke to. And somehow, you still managed to be the object of San’s obsessions. The thing he’d chosen to latch onto in his mind’s last-ditch effort to stay sane in these hellish sand-dunes.

San stands ram-rod straight, a posture that was beaten into him long ago, in the doorway of one of Lord Yang’s many parlor rooms while you sit in Lord Yang’s lap, both of you bored and stiff after so long of hearing the old men converse with one another on various sordid business affairs.

Your eyes are glassy and far away as you try to ignore your master’s fingers rubbing slow, sickening circles onto the bone of your hip.

San stares at you out of his peripheral vision, something he’s gotten very good at in the last two years.

It’s any other day: hot, stifling, and miserable until San hears the words fall from his master’s lips.

“Gentlemen, I’ve come to a decision that it would benefit me to sell some of my pets. As a token of my respect to our close business relationship, I’m offering you first pick.”

You showed no movement. You’d been sold many times before and you were used to owners growing bored of their playthings and exchanging them for newer, more amusing ones until the cycle would repeat itself again.

San, however, was very on-edge.

He’d feared these words since the day his master bought you. But you’d been here for two years. Longer than any of his other slaves.

He’d just assumed that, like him, you were there to stay.

Surely, Lord Yang couldn’t mean that he was selling you?

Oblivious to the dilemma of the killer in the corner of the room, the five other men hummed appreciatively. “Which ones are you looking to get rid of?”

It was rare for you and San to ever make eye-contact, but it happened at that moment. You both knew. You could feel it in your bones.

“Ah, the older ones. Momo, Aisha, Yunho, Y/N, and a couple of others.”

With those few words, San could feel his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. If it hadn’t been for his years of training in mastering his facial expressions and body language, he would have crumpled to the floor and cried.

You were leaving him. You were being sold and you would leave him.

“They’re still young, very pretty. They’d fetch a fine price. They’ve just been with me for too long. I’ve grown tired of them.”

San decided right then and there that he’d kill every single man in this room.

No one would ever buy you again.

He’d kill them all and take you with him.

He couldn’t be without you, he just couldn’t.

Without his oasis, he’d die. He’d burn to death from the inside out in this wretched, wicked wasteland.

San had always been Lord Yang’s favorite. He was faithful and loyal. His duality amused him, his normally smiley disposition masking a hidden dark persona that was released when he fought and sometimes at random throughout the day. Plus, the boy had grown up by Lord Yang’s side, learning to protect his master and guard his life before he could even speak.

San was simultaneously like his favorite dog and the son he’d never had.

And San savored the look of betrayal in his eyes when they shot open in the middle of the night, right after San had taken his blade to his throat.

The same blade that had been the demise of so many at his master’s bidding, was now his undoing.

The night air was cooler, the sand still warm under your feet from the heat of the day as you trailed behind San.

You didn’t know how he’d managed to do it. To kill not only your master, but five other powerful men without any of their bodyguards being alerted and still find time to steal water, provisions, and equipment for the long journey ahead.

San’s first priority was you and he knew he might not be able to sneak you out if he tried to wake and free every single slave. So he settled for freeing you, Yunho, Mina, and Aisha.

Mina and Aisha went in separate directions at the beginning. They, like Yunho, were stolen and were not born slaves. They had families to return to and mouths to feed.

Yunho trailed alongside you and San for about an hour before he, too, had to diverge his path from yours.

Yunho had been a slave for three years and you hoped with all your heart that he reunited with his mother and younger brother, Jongho, even after so long.

You and San were the only ones with no home to return to.

You didn’t know where he was taking you and you hadn’t asked, but you suspected he was trying to escape the desert.

Few people had ever made it that far, but there were plenty of tales to tempt them. Tales of lands with an abundance of water and plants. Where there were no sand lords like the late Lord Yang and people were free, without being slaves.

You doubted that there even was anything beyond the sand lands, but you were willing to try. You had a better chance of surviving with San than you did by yourself, and it’s not like you had anywhere else to be.

Days passed with the consistent cycle of sleeping during the day and traveling at night with meals and water in between.

It was tough getting used to San being so close to you. You were used to his bright smile and bubbly disposition and random fits of anger and silence from two years of serving the same master, but it was different experiencing it up close.

You were the only ones you had to talk to now and San’s chatter never ceased, you didn’t even know what he had to talk about, you were both in the desert for god’s sake.

But as annoying as he could get, you much preferred this San to the one that would make an appearance sometimes. That rarer San was quieter, yes, but he stared at you with the hunger of a predator, licking his lips like you were something to eat.

As the days dragged on, you were beginning to think you were right.

You and San passed sand land after sand land, not seeming to be any closer to getting out of this scorching hell-hole.

But the more towns you passed and the more black and white flags with orange stripes that you two saw, you were beginning to have other things on your minds. There wasn’t a single person in any part of this desert that didn’t have their blood turn cold at the sight of those flags.

They’re the mark of Ateez and the Pirate King.

If there was anyone’s territory you didn’t want to be caught in, it was the Pirate King’s.

“It’s ok,” San said one day as you both laid in a sand cave to get some rest. You were too far from a sand land to find an inn and even though you were very exposed like this, there was no other option. This was better than getting second-degree burns under the hot sun.

“I’ll protect you,” he told you with a bright smile and a giggle before turning over.

You weren’t so convinced, lying awake for at least a couple of hours before you finally managed to fall into a restless slumber.

There was a bounty on San’s head for the six important men he killed, and most likely one on yours too for running off with him. If the Pirate King decided to turn you both in for the money, you didn’t stand much of a chance.

San was an outstanding fighter, but he was still just one man. Every man has their limitations.

San, as you would come to find, did not know his.

“How many kids do you think we’ll have?” he asked one day at one of the rare oases you’d been able to find.

You paused from where you were washing off some of the sand and grime that was quick to build upon your skin.

Had you just heard him correctly?

“I....I don’t want kids,” you said quietly. Not here, in this cruel desert wasteland. You’d never bring a child here to have them ripped away from you and sold off, as so many were. And you certainly wouldn’t have one with San.

The minute the words escaped your mouth, you could tell that his entire demeanor changed, even without being able to really see much more than the blurry blob of his frame at this distance.

His eyes seemed to be darker and his movements a bit jerkier as he looked at you blankly before a smirk slowly spread across his lips.

“We’ll have three. Yeah, three’s a good number. And the first son will be named after me.”

You said nothing as San switched modes again, voice soft and melodious once more as he went back to washing his hair.

You knew that whenever you two reached your destination, you had to find a way to get away from him.

The longer you stayed with him, the more delusional he seemed to become.

The first time you see the Pirate King’s face is a few days later when you wake up and see him leaning over you with a smirk.

It’s hard to make out any of the details of his face when you pair your fear with your strained and impaired eyesight, but the one thing you so recognize is his hair. It’s an intense blue, the color of the ocean it’s rumored he sailed on from the island of his birth.

“Hello kitten,” he drawled.

You looked frantically around the sand cave that you and San had decided to camp out in for the night.

He was nowhere to be seen.

And neither was the cave. Or the clothes you’d been in.

You were in a lavish room, your body decked out in fine silks and sparkling jewelry. Things you’d wear when you were in the presence of your slave owner.

How long had you been asleep? How had he done all this without you noticing? What had he done to San?

“S-San,” you sputtered out to him, unable to see the way his expression darkened at the name. “Where’s San?”

“Don’t worry about him, love,” he said, the underlying tone of malice and warning in his voice made you tremble.

“I’ve been watching you for the past couple of days. I know who he is and what he’s done. If I left you with him, you’d be running in circles the rest of your life, sleeping in caves and wondering where your next meal was going to come from as you tried to avoid the bounty hunters that want to bring the sand lords San’s head on a silver platter.”

He was closer now, so close you actually see how dark his eyes were as he caressed your cheek.

“You deserve more than that, kitten. Now that you’re mine, you’ll have everything that you could ever want.”

Everything but being away from you, you whispered in your mind, not daring to speak the words aloud.

Being a sand lord’s slave was one thing, but the Pirate King...You’d heard of the things this man has done, the atrocities he’s committed. The Pirate King is a monster.

His world was a lawless, bloody web of death, chaos, and misery that you could never escape from.

You thought escaping from Lord Yang was a good thing, but if this was where it landed you then you desperately wished you could take it all back.

And what of your traveling companion?

He was a mad man but he’d risked his life protecting you on multiple occasions and you were scared of what would happen if you were left along with the man in front of you for even a second longer.

“I want to see San,” you whispered with all the courage you had welled inside of you, eyes squeezed shut and already flinching away from Hongjoong’s reaction.

It was silent for a beat before he scoffed, ignoring your yelp of shock as he hauled you to your feet.

“OK, kitten. Let’s go see San.” he laughed, a cruel sound that made you feel like hail beating against your ears.

You were halfway out of the door when a force suddenly slammed you against the doorway. It was Hongjoong, eyes glaring at you, dark and cold and furious. His hand was locked around your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply, his grip so tight that you felt your feet start to lift from the ground.

His voice was sugary sweet, words far too slow for the rate at which your lungs were starting to burn.

“I’ll let you have this one thing, kitten. You don’t know me and I haven’t trained you yet, so it’s ok.”

Your nails dug into his skin, a fruitless attempt to get him off of you but he just kept going like he didn’t feel it. The sweetness was gone from his voice now. It was cold and monotoned as he slammed you against the wall, your body going limp for a moment at the pain that exploded in your skull.

“I’m your owner. You do what I tell you, understand? From now on, you only want what I say you can want. Do you understand me, kitten?”

You nodded frantically and he let you go, looking at you in disgust as you collapsed in a heap on the floor, gasping for air and whimpering at the pain in your head.

Hongjoong just nudged you impatiently with his foot.

“Get up. You wanted to go see San, remember?”

Hongjoong made you hold his hand as you walked down the many corridors of his palace and you obliged out of fear of both him and all the vile, suspicious characters he seemed to have lurking around his otherwise immaculate architecture.

Minutes passed before you and Hongjoong entered a courtyard in the center of the palace. It was dark and cool, a dome of black glass overhead shielding you from the beaming sun and plants even grew here.

But you didn’t like the way everyone leered at you, whispering about Hongjoong’s new Pirate Queen as he marched you both up to a stone dais where an immaculate golden throne sat on the far side.

It was only once the Pirate King had seated you on his lap and you looked around a little that you realized San lay in chains on the other end of the dais.

Instantly, the thought struck you that the man before you, probably about to be killed, was undoubtedly the one you were better off with.

San knew it too. You couldn’t really see his face, not at this distance, but you could just tell in the way his dark-clad blurry figure moved.

He chuckled darkly as Hongjoong’s guards shuffled him toward the center of the dais. The silhouettes of the tons of people in the room were moving wildly, your ears ringing with cheers as people clapped for the most action they had seen in a while.

They didn’t care that a man was about to die. Death seemed to be the status quo under Hongjoon’s rule, not only an everyday occurrence but a pleasure.

“I love you!” San cackled wildly.

No, you don’t, you wanted to say as tears streamed down your cheeks. You don’t know how to love anything. But you don’t know hate either and that’s why I’m scared for you to leave me here with him. You’re the lesser of two evils.

But nothing would come out.

You were acutely aware of the man whose lap you sat on. You knew he was watching you and you knew you would be already be punished for shedding tears for another man.

As the cheers rose, you were infinitely glad for your terrible vision. You already wished you couldn’t hear, not because of the crowds but because of San’s terrifying laughter as he was pushed onto his knees and surrounding by jeers for his death.

You’d never heard a laugh that sounded so little like a symptom of happiness. San’s laughter was something that could bring the end of days and for a moment you wished it did.

And then it was over.

Not really, they hadn’t killed San yet. It seemed like they were planning on drawing this out as long as possible.

No, the laughter was over. San was crying now. Sobbing. Begging.

“Y/N, I don’t want to leave you!”

“Please help me, it hurts!”

“Don’t let them hurt me, you’re supposed to love me!”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you heard his voice, so soft and sweet and sad. So different to the bone-chilling laughter that had just escaped him moments before. He almost sounded like a child. Like someone that even the most cold-hearted of people should never be able to hurt.

But Hongjoong can. And he will.

You didn’t love San and you never had, but he was about to be killed because of Hongjoong’s obsession for you and he was begging you to save him and you just can’t.

“No, no, kitten,” Hongjoong’s hands are rough and not gentle at all as he snaps your head back into position, forcing you to look at the blurry sights of a tall man standing over San’s hunched, chained figure with something long and and shiny.

“You’ll see every detail of his death that you’re able to. After this, you’ll really be mine. The property of the Pirate King.”

The Golden Wasteland Star System 

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[youngwings-writes]

Infinitely Ordinary

Lee Felix x OC

Summary: "𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟"

Busy. Busy worrying, working, just trying to survive. That was the daily life of Jordan Johnson. The world never seemed to slow down; not for her...not for anyone. Finally deciding to take matters into her own hands and get some much needed R&R, she jets off on a trip to South Korea. While there, she unexpectedly meets her soulmate. Will they be able to find happiness together, or will his status get in the way?

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1.5k

Chapter 3: Dream Boy

Buckle up kiddos, the story is gonna pick up in this chapter! We also may or may not be meeting a certain someone this chapter ;) Now, let's get into it!!

So maybe lying down on my bed after an insanely long flight wasn't my brightest idea. I was so sure the day I landed would also be spent exploring, but my body had other plans for me. After flopping uncerimoniously on the bed in my hotel room, the exhaustion caught up to me and lulled me to sleep. For 14 hours.

When I finally woke up from my unintentional hibernation, it was 6 AM.

Lovely.

With my body refusing to go back to sleep, I dragged myself out of bed and began getting ready for the day.

Knowing how early it was definitely put my mind at ease and let me take my time in the shower. I let the hot water cascade down my back as I hummed a little tune to myself. Most of my shower was spent taking in the warmth if I'm being entirely honest. Oh the perks of not having to pay a water bill.

When the water started to run lukewarm, I turned off the faucet and got out. I made my way to my bags that I had left near the door the day before. Grabbing one and heaving it up onto the bed, I ruffled through my clothes and chose an outfit: frayed black shorts, a cropped maroon and white striped shirt, and some Dr. Martens.

Returning to the bathroom, I got dressed, did my hair, and brushed my teeth. Giving myself a once-over, I gave myself a small smile and nod in satisfaction.

Sitting down on the bed, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen read 7:45 AM along with a few notifications. I responded to the few texts I had received from close friends and family assuring them that I arrived safely. I then quickly checked the other random notification that were primarily from social media. Satisfied with the lack of notifications, I turned my phone off, unplugged it, grabbed my backpack, and made my way out the door.

While there were many places I wanted to visit in Seoul, my stomach decided that breakfast was a necessity before I visited any of them. Unlike my hometown, there were many cafes around, so finding one using navigation and calling a cab was unnecessary. Instead, I opted to just walk around for a bit until I found a cafe that seemed interesting to me.

It didn't take long for me to find a cafe that I wanted to go to. The moment I stepped into the cafe, I was greeted a hoard of dogs. There were so many different breeds scattered about the building.

Coffee, pasteries, and dogs. I was in heaven.

I quickly paid the server my entrance fee and was lead to a table in the far right corner.

Placing a menu on the table in front of me, my server smiled and bowed politely before making their way back up to the counter. I picked up the menu, scanning through the various snacks and beverages. While there were some decent cafes back home, I don't think I had ever seen one with such an extensive menu.

And the dogs; you can't forget the dogs.

Picking something to drink and something to snack on took me much longer than I had originally anticipated. It also may or may not have ended up being more than just one drink and one snack...only sorry to my bank account on that one.

Waiting for my order to come out, I took a good look around the cafe. Everything about it was so different from the cafes I went to back home. Most of the ones I had been to before had a very rustic or very modern design. This cafe was definitely modern and minimalistic, but it was also very homey. The entire vibe of it made me very relaxed.

Mindlessly petting one of the lovely pups next to me, I began fiddling with my phone. Social media was always a good distraction from my unbearable impatience regarding food. Plus, it gave me the time to message some friends and family to tell them I'm safe and out having a good time.

I was soon brought out of my trance by a gentle buzz emitting from the coaster coaster I was given; my order was finally ready. I made my way to the counter and swapped my buzzer for a tray with way more sugar than I needed on it. I could almost cry just looking at everything I bought.

Sitting back down in my corner, I gently placed the tray on the table. I first made sure to photograph everything I had ordered. Typically I wouldn't do this when I went out for food or drinks, but I wanted to make sure I had memories to look back on from this trip. After all of my items had been properly documented, I went straight for the Oreo roll cake and Cookies N Cream milkshake.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for sweets.

I was so engrossed in all the sugary snacks and beverages in front of me that I didn't hear the bell above the door ring. The presence of another customer vaguely registered when he began ordering. I was still very much focused on what was in front of me, the patron's deep Korean becoming background noise. It wasn't until the man took a seat at the adjacent table that I was actually aware there was another person in the cafe.

From what I could tell, the man wasn't terribly tall or short, was roughly the same age as me, and oddly familiar. I couldn't clearly see his face because he was bent over in his seat petting a Golden Retriever, but something about him screamed that I knew him.

Ignoring the itching in the back of my mind, I focused on my food again. I was once again completely enchanted by the copious amounts of sugar... or at least I was until the man's buzzer went off and he made his way past me to get his order. It was in that moment that I got a decent glance at his face.

Freckles. Lots of freckles.

Holy shit. It's Lee Felix.

My heart was racing, pounding so loud I'm sure others could hear it. My cheeks were definitely the color of strawberries, my pale skin never failing to show internal emotions. My right forearm burned.

Wait, why is my forearm burning?

Feeling beyond flustered at the fact that my ultimate bias is sitting less than 10 feet away from me, I tried to distract myself. First I acted like there was something really interesting on my phone; that didn't work for long. I turned my attention to my forearm instead, which had now turned from a burning to just being oddly warm.

My eyes widened.

There, on my previously empty skin, was a tattoo of a sun.

No. Fucking. Way.

It seemed I wasn't the only one experiencing this sensation, as when I looked up I locked eyes with the freckly boy.

I froze.

Sitting there doing nothing obviously wasn't going to do either of us any good. I think Felix realized I wasn'tt going to make the first move, so he slowly got up and made his way towards me. Gently, he grabbed my arm, examining the new ink. I glanced at the arm grasping mine.

There was a crescent moon.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up to meet his eyes once again. His gaze was warm yet firm, doing nothing to calm the butterflies running rampant in my stomach.

"Well shit," I breathed out before I could stop myself. I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, cursing myself for being so stupid.

Apparently my thoughtlessness was enough to lighten the situation a bit, Felix letting out a little chuckle.

"I'm so sorry! My mind is running a mile a minute right now. I'm not sure what I was expecting to happen today, but this definitely wasn't it," I say, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Don't worry, you're totally fine! I can definitely say this isn't something I expected either," he smiled at me.

I finally found the courage to move, standing on wobbly legs. I hope I didn't look as unsteady as I felt. I swear if someone breathed on me I would collapse. Nonetheless, I powered through and leaned back on the table slightly for support.

"I'm Jordan," I mustered, sticking out my hand and offering a shy smile.

"Felix," he replied while reciprocating my actions.

Dropping hands, things grew slightly awkward once again.

"So... I guess we're soulmates?"

A/N:    AAANNNDDD that's where I'm gonna leave this chapter :) Our two main characters have finally met, so things should start picking up here soon! Thanks again for reading!! See you guys in the next chapter :) ~youngwings-writes

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Levi x Reader ~ Halloween Party

I got a crazy idea and I was dying to write it so here I am

Warning: None

Summary: The Military holds a Halloween Party and everyone gets to dress up to celebrate the spooky holiday, even the Captain

I know it’s January but I had to lmao

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You were digging through your wardrobe for your costume which you fell head over heels for the second you saw it, a werewolf costume. Well it wasn’t like those ‘scary’ costumes, it was kinda the opposite and you bought it without hesitation. Gasping with joy you pulled a bag out which holds the costume inside it, two fluffy ears that perked up stuck to a headband, a little fluffy tail that could be strapped around your waist, a kit of makeup with it along with some ‘claws’ and a ripped up outfit. 

An idea sparked in your mind making you smirk to yourself, completely ditching the clothes belonging to the costume you put on your uniform and straps minus the jacket. Fixing up your H/C hair you put on the wolf ears and smiled to yourself in the mirror before getting the tail and attached it to your pants. The claws were plastic so you had to glue them to your nails themselves so that took a while for it to get done and finished. 

You spun around in the mirror getting a proper look of yourself, your costume may consist of your uniform but you didn’t care for you were now the ‘werewolf cadet’. Glancing to the clock you noticed the event started 10 minutes ago so you weren’t that late, quickly applying some eye-liner and lipstick. Dusting off your outfit you left your little room, walking down the empty corridor as you heard your temporary tail swish behind you as you made your way to the Halloween event quite excited to see if Levi had gotten dressed up. ‘Hopefully he did get dressed up.. I mean he’d look good in anything!’ you mentally screech at the thoughts that appeared in your head. 

Arriving outside the large building different banners and decorations were placed and hung around the outside, jack-o-lanterns scattered the grass with different goofy faces. A small gravel pathway leading to two large doors which you presumed the party was being contained by since the loud booming music and chatter from inside was spilling to the outside world. 

Strolling up the pathway you arrived outside the large doors,fixing your ears and tail before opening one of the doors you were greeted with an extremely full and extremely big ballroom that had been decorated for the event. Spotting Eren and the others standing around chatting in their costumes, Eren wore a zombie costume, Mikasa was a witch, Armin was a pumpkin, Jean was dressed up as a geeky schoolboy which made you giggle lightly as you walked over to them. ‘’Oh hey Y/N!’’ Armin called out over the loud music, soon arriving at your group of comrades you greeted them. ‘’Hey guys! You all look so good tonight!’’ you chirped clasping your hands behind your back ‘’Not looking too bad yourself Y/N? What are you a wolf person?’’ Jean asked scratching the back of his neck. ‘’Oh I’m a werewolf cadet!’’ you grin. ‘’That’s a good idea for a costume Y/N’’ Mikasa complimented making you nod in thanks to the female, you hear Eren sigh looking off to a different direction ‘’what’s wrong Eren?’’ Armin asked his friend who motioned behind the boy. 

All your gazes flicked behind Armin and landed on Hanji who was dressed up as a scientist, climbing on a table singing along with the song which was playing obviously drunk with a poor Moblit dressed up like a mummy trying to get her down without harming herself. ‘’She’s drunk already... surprised Erwin even let her come’’ Eren chuckled as you continued watching Hanji. ‘’Speaking of the Commander... Where is he?’’ Mikasa questioned glancing around, you joined her looking around for Erwin. ‘’I found him! He’s over there with Captain Levi’’ Armin said gesturing ahead of him, your head spun so fast after hearing Levi’s name you got a slight bit of whiplash making you squeak in pain but you did not care after all since you had just laid your eyes on the most gorgeous looking sight ever...

Levi, dressed up as a vampire. He had little bat wings coming out of his slicked-back raven hair. He wore a red cravat with a blue gem in the center of it, a black waistcoat with golden buttons over a pearl white shirt. He also wore some black gloves, a vampire cape, black pants with dark red boots. He was standing next to Erwin chatting whilst sipping some wine, you soon noticed that he had fake vampire fangs on making you blush slightly.

He looked perfect.

You were torn from your thoughts when a hand waved was waved in front of your face making you jump slightly. ‘’Finally! Got her attention! I’m guessing you like Levi’s costume?’’ Jean teased as you growled in annoyance ‘’hush you!’’ you squeal to the taller boy making him laugh. ‘’Oh come on Y/N!’’ Jean laughed patting your shoulder, you heard Eren chuckle making you snap your killer gaze to him making him chuckle even more before he started laughing. Rolling your eyes you clicked your tongue  ‘’whatever...I’m going to go get a drink... be right back’’ you tell them earning a nod from Mikasa and Armin as you disappear into the crowd of ‘monsters’. Arriving at the drink table you failed to notice a certain someone noticed your presence as you got yourself a drink.

Spinning around to look at the crowd you came face to face with Hanji who sent you a wide grin as your eyes widened from fright. ‘’Damn Hanji! Don’t do that again!’’ you scold the elder woman who giggles ‘’sorry Y/N~! You thought it was Levi hm~ By the way! I like your costume!’’ Hanji smiled as you let a small laugh slip. Finishing your drink you place the cup down on the table behind you before facing the scientist again ‘’so what do ya want to do?’’ you asked crossing your arms. Hanji shrugged staying silent before a classic Halloween song began playing.

Thriller.

Hanji cheered before grabbing your wrist and dragging towards the dance floor which was in the middle of the ballroom, surprisingly nobody was really dancing. Shaking your head you smiled at your friend as she spun around to you and began dancing to the song, laughing you joined in with her as you both sing along with the lyrics, doing little actions to some parts not caring who was watching.

Soon enough you were joined by Sasha, Connie and the rest of your friends as you all danced and messed on the dance floor, you felt at ease savoring the moment with your friends as you enjoyed the night.

You ended up dragging Hanji back to the drinks and she sneakily gave you some alcohol before giving you a wink. Downing the cup immediately you felt a funny buzz go through you. 

// Levi’s P.O.V \\

I watched Y/N and Hanji go all over the place, from dancing to talking to people the next second. They were quite the lively duo. Finishing another glass of wine I place it on a tray next to me as I watch Y/N enjoy herself. 

‘‘Why don’t you go talk to her?’‘ Erwin asks from beside me, rolling my eyes I fix my gloves ‘‘no, she’s with four-eyes and I’m not ruining her night’‘ I say frowning slightly at the thought of Hanji spending the night with Y/N. Erwin sighed ‘‘you can at least go and greet her, why are you so shy?’‘ the man teased as I sent him a glare. ‘‘Tch shut it’‘ I grumble looking around the ballroom.

// Your P.O.V \\

‘‘Y/N come on let's go say hi to Levi and Erwin!’‘ Hanji slurred, raising an eyebrow I nod hesitantly as she held onto my wrist and led me to the two males. Eventually arriving I sent them a smile ‘’Hello Commander, Hi Captain’’ I shove away all shyness as Erwin nods to me in acknowledgment ‘’hello Y/N how are you tonight?’’ Erwin asks ‘’I’m doing great sir! Tonights going well so far’’ I chirp back towards the taller man who chuckles, Levi was silent before Hanji began poking his shoulder. ‘’L-Levi! why don’t you get yourself a drink! Y/N you do the same! You know what? Why don’t you both go together and get to know each other~’’ Hanji continued to slur grinning to us, Levi rolled his eyes shaking his head no. I couldn’t help but shrug ‘’well I’m gonna get a drink and head outside for some air, it was nice seeing you two... Have a good night’’ I smile to Levi and Erwin before leaving to get a drink.

After getting a drink I walk outside, entering a small stone balcony where the moon shined down onto. A garden was underneath the balcony speckled with trees and different plants. Leaning onto the stone railing I take small sips of my drink gazing up to the moon admiring the different sized craters it held. Quietly humming to myself I notice a figure stand beside me, looking to the person I notice it was Levi who stayed silent drinking wine. ‘’What’s wrong sir?’’ I ask in a worried tone, Levi shakes his head ‘’nothing, just making sure you don’t get mugged or anything..’’ he responds getting quieter the more he continued, this made me giggle lightly. 

‘‘Thanks for your concern but I’m alright, I really like your outfit... It suits you’‘ I say as a red hue appeared across my cheeks, Levi nodded quietly. ‘‘You don’t look too bad yourself puppy’‘ he teased making me nearly choke on my drink. ‘‘Whatever you say Dracula’‘ I smirk back to him, Levi seemed more at ease at the moment. My thoughts were swept under the rug when he sent me a playful glare. ‘‘Oh no! Don’t bite me.. I’m just an innocent little pup’‘ I snicker causing him to chuckle lightly leaning into my ear ‘‘I won’t bite now.. but later tonight I might’‘ he whispers making me go even redder than before as he pulls away, a smug smirk toying at his thin lips watching me.

I couldn’t help but notice his silver eyes trail down to my lips every now and then which made me quite confused and flustered. I glance down to the little watch I wore and my eyes widened partially, 3am!? Levi seemed to notice me ‘’what’s wrong?’’ he asked as I finished off my drink. ‘’It’s 3 in the morning, I think I should probably head to my room now..’’ I mutter seeing the place still crowded inside. Levi rose an eyebrow ‘’what? But we have a day off tomorrow’’ he said, sighing I nod ‘’I know but I don’t want to wake up exhausted and all that..’’ I notice a hint of sadness? In his eyes making me feel guilty. ‘’ Alright... But let me walk you back, you don’t know who would be going around at this time’’ Levi says finishing off his wine, nodding I send him a gentle smile. ‘’Alright thanks..’’ I bite my lip as Levi gestures for me to follow him.

// Time Skip - Arriving Outside Your Room \\

We arrived outside my room, Levi and I had a pleasant conversation on the way back and I couldn’t help but feel giddy about the whole thing. ‘’Well thanks for bringing me back, I had a great time with you Captain’’ I say in a flustered tone, Levi nods ‘’it’s fine, you weren’t as annoying as I thought you’d be’’ he responds making me laugh slightly ‘’and also.. drop the formal shit when we’re alone’’ he finishes before leaning down and pecking my lips. 

My face exploded in a blush as he pulled away. ‘’U-Uh..’’ I struggle to speak before I shake my head and lean towards him and kiss him catching him by surprise. It didn’t take long for Levi to return it, but it didn’t last long due to him pulling back smirking deviously ‘’seems like you’ve gotten back your energy from earlier... what happened to the tired little puppy hm?’’ he pouted playfully cupping my cheeks. ‘’S-She’s gone!’’ I stutter looking at the male, he rolls his eyes at my excuse. ‘’Come with me, we’re going to my room for the night’’ Levi says in a matter-of-fact tone, nodding I intertwine my hand in his gloved one as he kisses my temple leading me to his room.

[kat-sucky]

hey hey hey!! can i please have Bakugou listening to his s/o singing (he can either catch s/o or them just singing to him) Je t'aime by Kelly Sweet? I just found the song and im in love :) thanks!!! (also, check out the song! its so peaceful~)

A/N: Here you go! Nice and angsty.

He’d been graduated for a few years now, aged some, and his heart had hardened. Since the first year at U.A., the entire class had experienced danger after danger, effectively shaping them into trained rescuers and merciless fighters. He had spent the past few years moving around the country, spot to spot, disaster to disaster, hotel to hotel, empty apartment to empty apartment, but nothing really seemed to completely occupy him anymore. His mom still called from time to time, her voice gentler than it had ever been. Sometimes he liked to pretend it was because they were both maturing, tempers finally reigning into a controlled heat, but other times he thought it was because she was afraid of what she had almost lost. After all, not every mother’s son goes through the worst graduation in all of Japan’s fine history.

His calloused hand set down his medium sized, worn black suitcase with the explosion iron-on stickers. The wheels had scratches from each flight, which always made them scrape along the floor instead of turning. Because of that, he had resorted to simply carrying it single armed. It only contained the bare essentials. Clothes, costume, hygienics, cellphone. He didn’t need much to survive, and that was all he was doing with his life. Survive, survive, survive.

His crimson eyes glances to the mirror lining the outdated room of the familiar apartment. It must have been built sometime in the seventies, he thought, he always thought that when entering this sacred space.

He looked worse for wear, with small scars boasting about his victories and battles. His hair was still the same pale lion’s fur hue, spikey and bristled. He was a little more tan from so much time spent outside training or patrolling. His shoulders were defined, broad, and rounded at the joints where his deltoid bulged. He had the body of a warrior, no fat, no softness. He had only hardened muscle and skin that had bled and healed countless times. His sleeping schedule was less organized than his junior high years, and the result was slightly pronounced darkened circles resting under his red gaze. His face, it had that same scowl on it, his teeth no longer bared in a ferocious smile.

[Y/N] would laugh at me if she could see me now. He grimaced, glancing away with a stinging feeling in his heart. She would tell me to go take a shower, and let her cook dinner. Then she would make me wash the dishes.

Instinctively, he glanced over to the tiny kitchen area, immaculately clean from the last time it had been entered. Then he noticed the thinnest layer of dust over everything. He would have to dust it, but the thought made his stomach clench, because he knew there would be no extra help. Not that he needed it. Perhaps it more due to the fact it was so… dead in here.

Like her.

“Je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Wryly, he smiled to himself. If he focused hard enough, he could still hear her soft singing. With a voice of a nightingale, [Y/N] was always able to make anything sound sweet. She had been sweet to him, and he always liked to reminiscence about those old, golden days of being a kid.

He could easily recall when they’d be sparring, and the sweat on her skin would make her look angelic in the sun. She wasn’t a student in the heroics course, but she always wanted to make a difference in the world. Her talent had lain in designing gear, and she was the one who came up with the concept of his refined grenade gauntlets. She would always ask to spar as an excuse to spend more time with him, under the pretense of wanting to see his costume in action.  He knew she hated taking the hits, and once he felt like he knew her enough, he had started to go easier on her. Eventually, the sparring sessions devolved into just easy chatter, walking her home.

And every time she left the opportunity for him to make the move, the courage he always held in his chest, the eternal flame of his youth, died before he could make the move. The words of affection died before they fell from his lips, a curse of his rough nature.

“Thank you for walking me home, Bakugou.” You said softly, untangling the both of your hands, secretly relishing the feeling of his rough hands against your own.

“It was along the way.” He grunted, looking away from your peaceful gaze. He hated how you would look at him like that. So calm, unafraid of him. It always made him feel like you understood, maybe you did. It always left allure, like you knew things he never would, like you saw the world differently from everyone.

“I know.” Was your reply. It was the 34th time he had walked you home. You counted each time, and dreamt of these conversations. You had fallen hard for this unyielding, stubborn, and aggressive boy from the class 1-A.

You leaned up/down and gently, briefly, pressed your lips to his cheek, and ran inside the safety of your apartment before you saw his reaction.

Unbeknownst to you, he was staring bewildered at your fleeing form, hand touching his cheek. He couldn’t even yell expletives, he was speechless.

Even now, thinking about it, he felt your warm touch.

He was laying down on your bed now, technically his now, having bought the place. He couldn’t think of it as anything but yours though.

He closed his eyes, immediately plagued with the everlasting vision of the last hour of your life.

“Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour

I am forever yours.”

Your head was laying in his lap, blood leaking from your lip. Your eye was swollen, burnt, and tears were freely flowing from your glassy [eye color] gaze. They were locked on the grief-stricken crimson gaze of your best friend. Your voice, now wobbly, came out softly to him. It wasn’t the first time you sang to him, always this song, but you knew it was the last.

“Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

You’re always in my prayer.”

“Stop, [Y/N]. The paramedics are on their way.” He said roughly, squeezing unwanted tears from his eyes. The raw feeling of grief was hitting hard, knowing you weren’t going to make it. Everything he wanted to say was in his gaze, translated through the desperation, horror, and abandon in his watery stare. “Just hold on, please.”

Please, he begged.

“Softly, sweetly

Wrapped up in heaven’s arms.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his nose falling to touch yours.

All around you were flames, bodies, and pools of blood. His classmates were watching from the distance in sorrow for him, sympathetic, pitying. Some were even just as hurt as the civilian students they tried to save. There were so many casualties. The stadium was utterly destroyed. Beams had fallen, the ground was cracked, dust hung in the air. The flames cast a silvery gray orange light all around. In your stomach, a large shard of metal stuck through.

“Sailing, soaring over the moon

Gathering stardust.”

Don’t leave me. I need you.

“Be still, be safe, be sure

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour.”

His lips wobbled with unsaid words, everything he’d been holding back threatening to break through.

“Wishing, praying, all of your dreams come true.” Your hands shakily reached up to his face, wiping away his tears. You found his hard to focus, but he strangely stayed clear in the middle of your fading vision. “Please remember, where'er you are my heart is with you.”

“[Y/N]!”

“Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

Always in my prayer.”

“Stay with me!”

“I am forever yours.” You paused to kiss him softly, then falling back. Your energy was fading fast. “Je t'aime… je t'aime….

…toujour.”

And by then, it was too late. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you. How much he loved the way your hair looked in the sun, under the moon. How bright you looked when you were focused, or laughing. How much he still wanted to walk you home, down the aisle.

“FUCK!” He screamed, his grip white on your hand.

The day he had always dreamed of, becoming a real hero, became his worst nightmare.

His hand slowly slid across the wetness on his cheeks. It was morning now. He felt heavy, but his lips felt lighter than ever.

To no one in particular, he murmured, “Hey [Y/N], I never got to say this ‘cause you made like a bitch and died, but.” He had to swallow. “I think I love you.”

Though he was alone, he could have sworn he heard your laughter, and that same, sweet, knowing:

“I know.”

[minnie-marvel]

WONDER BOY WIP PREVIEW

Please take this with a grain of salt. I really hate how this came out but I wanted to at least get it out of here in the open.... I’m not sure what I’ll do with this but this was the assassin! reader I was planning.. yikes yikes yikes feedback is appreciated but keep in mind i don’t think i even proofread this piece so its literally a mess. I really don’t know what I’ll do with this I might not take this on.

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You hissed sharp breaths between your clenched teeth as you quickly jumped and latched your fingertips onto the cold iron fence. The sound of bloodthirsty dogs and men with guns were quickly speeding up from behind you. This was not good.

You started climbing up the fence the clanking of the metal against the fence poles jingled in your ear as you quickly sat on the edge of the fence and hopped down. You heard a rip come from your back to see a patch of your dirty red shirt stuck to the fence. You shook your head wildly before breaking out in a run again. Fucking bastards, that was your favorite shirt!

Your feet seemed to want to carry you for miles but your brain knew better. This was all the adrenaline at work. Your eyes scanned the series of cars parked behind the large dark barn that you used to call home. You pat yourself down furiously, you prayed that you had your keys on you or you’d be a very embarrassed and dead assassin laying on the grounds of cherry farms. You heard a familiar clinking in your pockets oh thank god. Maybe you weren’t as big of an idiot than you thought.

You pulled the keys out of your pocket and started sprinting towards your motorcycle. Your keys flowed from your hands into the ignition easily before the engine roared to life. You revved yourself up and sped off in a hurry the noise of angry yelling and barking slowly fading out into what you hoped would be a distant memory.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be swimming in money right now on the white beaches of Bali sipping from martini glasses with olives that sunk to the bottom of your cup. You would have been soaking up the sun and waking up to the beautiful Indian Ocean everyday, maybe get a dog to keep you company, because dogs wouldn’t judge you over your past.

But no. you just had to be a dumb shit who had too much trust in people who literally murdered other people for a living.

It was an easy job, especially for someone in your position. All you had to do was take out a fellow assassin from your employers company-Cherry Farms.  You couldn’t even say that you felt that bad shooting them from the backside before kicking them over into the ocean. You weren’t close to anyone in the farms for that reason. If you trusted anyone in this place you’d get a knife in your back- unfortunately you were the person to prove this to be true.

It wasn’t like Cherry Farms hadn’t ordered people to kill off their own. Whenever someone became a threat to the company or had too much information, hell if they even looked at the Commissioner wrong they’d end up with a bullet in their throat. But this was different. Being commissioned by another assassins guild to go against your own company wasn’t heard of. Unless you had a death wish you wouldn’t dream of doing so. You didn’t have a death wish at all, you were just a huge idiot.

The company had promised you enough money that you could have probably bought an entire island and still have money to spare. They were a legitimate company too, you had heard of their assassins taking out some pretty infamous and spectacular kills. You guessed that you could say that you killed for them now. Not that it mattered, you were almost 97.9 percent sure that you would be dead by the end of the night.

You looked up as a small bar came into view and shrugged. Hey, if you were going to die at least you’d get a last drink before you were offed.

You pulled into the parking lot of the bar and kicked the stand as you pulled the ignition key out and killed the engine. You felt for your gun still clicked securely in your pocket and tapped lightly hearing the soft tink tink of the knives that were built underneath the toes of your shoes. What could you say? You were prepared. You cracked your knuckles loudly before pushing the bar doors open looking inside quickly before assessing the environment as not being a threat.

Eyes followed you on your way in not because you were an actual assassin with a gun strapped to your hips and knives (secretly) beneath your feet. You felt a slight draft come from behind you and realized you still had a chunk of shirt missing from your back. You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t even die with your favorite shirt intact. What a joke.

You sat yourself on a barstool crossing your arms and leaning them on the wooden bar looking up at some football game that was playing. It hadn’t been but five minutes before you felt a stranger come beside you.

“Hey there, noticed you haven’t bought anything yet, you need some cash?” You felt your nose twitch as you tried not to shiver outwardly towards the obvious creep.

“I’m fine thanks….” You muttered before fishing through your pockets for money. “Didn’t think it was a crime to take a breather before letting alcohol pump through my system.” You muttered before slamming a twenty on the counter eyeing the bartender.

“Whatever you can get me for this much I’ll take,”  you said simply.

“You know sweetheart it was supposed to be an offer of generosity, you should try to be more greatful,” He said. You could hear the aggravation in his voice trying not to break out openly in the public.

You turned yourself around to him fully now crossing your legs as you raised an eyebrow. “Yeah because you definitely want to just be a kind generous fucking soul,”  He lowered his eyes at you and suddenly didn’t care about being polite since he knew he wasn’t getting anything out of you.

“Alright bitch, See how it is, yknow that sharp tongue of yours is gonna get you in a mess a trouble some day,” he warned leaning dangerously close. It wasn’t dangerous for you at all, you were worried that you were going to get kicked out of this bar before you got to your drink.

“Excuse me,” you heard another voice call. It was gentler and sweeter than this creep’s voice. You dragged your eyes to the towering man with bright blue eyes and a charming smile that could send america’s hearts through the moon.

“I think you’d better leave her alone sir, I don’t think she wants to be bothered tonight,” he said putting a hand on the creep’s shoulder. He looked between you and the golden boy grimacing before slinking off. He already knew that he was out of his league. You smirked as Steve Rogers watched the man go making sure he was out of range.

“Well, if it isn’t the star spangled man with a plan,” You said before a drink was set right by your arm. You took it in hand taking two swigs before it was gone.

Clearly impressed (and maybe somewhat concerned) Steve gave a wary smile not confirming nor denying your claim to who he was. Not that you needed to, you could spot that guy from a mile away. After all Captain America had so many dollar signs over his head that if you happened to murder him-

You blinked.

“Are you okay there ma’am?” he asked. The dollar signs were practically popping over his head as you stammered your words.

“A-Ah uh… yeah I’m rich- I MEAN!! SHIT!! I’m okay, I’m perfect, I’m cool,” you leaned on one eye flashing him a smile that you thought was charming, but really just ended up looking ridiculous.

Steve’s eyebrows knit together in concern but he still smiled regardless.

(This is a WIP or a WORK IN PROGRESS!!! please treat it as such!!)

[seoulfulcity]

August 3, 2018: As the Sun Sets - In Banpo

Golden hour is over; we threw our caps in the air during the evening of graduation; now we were watching our final sunsets in Banpo Hangang Park.

Night is falling and our time in Seoul is ending.

안녕하세요,

Friday, August 3, 2018: Water hell!

I was supposed to go do a tour around the Blue House (청와대/Cheong Wa Dae), the official residence of South Korea's president, Moon Jaein, at 2 PM. We were supposed to meet in front of Gyeongbokgung Palace at 1:30, and my plan was to go earlier and tour around the palace, since it's already been six weeks, yet I still needed to visit the most popular tourist spot in Seoul.

I woke up at 11 AM, just in time for Davy's Cheong Wa Dae tour to start, and checked my phone to see how hot it was.

"Feels like 114 degrees".

Well, that was the end of my day. I suppose I could always visit the palace on my next visit in Seoul. If it survived thousands of years, I was certain it will survive just a few years more.

My phone lit up with messages from Kakao Talk.

Our Naengmyeon Homies group chat was living up to its name. Valentino wanted to leave at 11:45 AM as he was still finishing his draft to send to the KUISC director in regards to Minki-hyung (민기형) not getting his certificate for participating in the buddy program. They said that since he missed the Boryeong Mud Festival (he told them he was sick, but we know he went to the booze cruise with us), he lost participation points, therefore rendering him unable to receive a certificate. Of course Minki-hyung (민기형) was very upset, so as a group, we started sending the KUISC director emails proving why Minki-hyung (민기형) deserved that certificate and the Best Buddy award that was given during graduation.

Even though Minki-hyung (민기형) didn't win Best Buddy award, the whole auditorium knew how popular and special he is to our group since we were the only ones to cheer for him every time his face showed up on the KUISC highlights video.

Valentino said Cara woke up vomiting but was still willing to get bibim-naengmyeon with us; so, we met up in front of Frontier House and went to the usual naengmyeon place, just by the cheap kimbap restaurant.

During our naengmyeon meal, Cara nonchalantly grabbed the mini trash bin on our table and vomited. Only I and a Korean lady next to us noticed her vomiting. Valentino, who was sitting next to Cara, looked over the table next to her to see the Korean motioning him to check on Cara with her eyes.

After the meal, we decided to mix our credit cards on the table and pick one card to pay the bill with, and I didn't realized I whipped out my Frontier key card; Cara also did the same, but after we left the restaurant, she noticed that she forgot her Frontier key card on the table and she pushed me to ask if they have it on the counter, which they did.

Water hell! Did I just have a déjà vu moment?

On the way back to Frontier, we talked about how much we would miss Sulbing and authentic bingsu in Seoul, so we stopped by Anouk, a bingsu place just next to the Frontier stairs. We got the God of Bingsu for ₩18,000 with green tea, black choco, and red cherry flavors.

While waiting for our bingsu, we started creating memes from last night's drinking videos, such as Joyce saying "water hell" really fast.

We would make terrible memes incorporating "water" and "hell" together so much that Hyungki-hyung (형기형) asked the group chat:

Hyungki-hyung (형기형): wth is water hell

In which Cara corrected him with "water hell is water hell"

Our table erupted in laughter.

Matt also took a picture of the sign in Anouk directing where to get water and attached the word "hell" by it, and also posted a link to an apparent email he sent to the KUISC director in the group chat, just for it to be redirected in a never ending page of "water hell" repeated over and over.

Water hell, right?

We went back to our dorms and I sat on the lounge in the third floor just to cool off and I started realizing how empty it was becoming. It used to be loud and busy, with Ben's music playing in one end of the floor and guys singing across the other end.

Naengmyeon and bingsu left me tired, so I slept through the rest of the afternoon.

I woke up at 7 PM to the group chat in Banpo Hangang Park for the Dokkaebi Night Market (도깨비야시장). We've been talking about going to Dokkaebi Night Market since we saw the posters in Line 6 during the first weeks in KUISC yet nobody had decided when and where to go, since the night market was every weekend in four places: Dongdaemun Design Plaza, Cheonggyecheon Stream (Mojeongyo Bridge-Gwangtonggyo Bridge), Yeouido Hangang Park, and Banpo Hangang Park.

I wanted to go to Yeouido Hangang Park since it's the biggest out of the four and I haven't been to the park and took a picture with the "I Seoul You" sign; but Minki-hyung (민기형) insisted we go to Banpo Hangang Park because he's never been there and it's still as lively even though there's less people than Yeouido Hangang Park. This was going to be our last hangout in Seoul together.

I arrived at Banpo Hangang Park at 9 PM and bought pork tteokbokki and earl gray chocolate latte at Oppa truck with Carolina before heading to the center of the park just next to the Banpo Bridge with her, Matt, Florence, Minki-hyung (민기형), Jordan, Harley, Peter, Darren, Cindy, Angela, Lina, Maite, and Davy. Angela's roommate was kind enough to let us borrow a picnic blanket, so we sat down and played music with Matt's speaker.

Of course, since iKON just released their mini album Continue the day before, I blasted "죽겠다 (Killing Me)" during the night.

After being six weeks in Seoul, I never had the chance to try dakgangjeong (닭강정/sweet and spicy chicken), so I went back to buy a sweet dakgangjeong (닭강정) at Double 8.

Wendelyn joined us after; Valentino and Cara wanted to join with us too, but being too far from Frontier made them not want to go and asked us to meet with us around Anam later instead.

Darren, Angela, Cindy, Harley, Jordan and I went to the opposite side of the bridge to Sebitseom (세빛섬), which are artificial islands with different centers and buildings, such as for arcade games, performing arts, etc.

We took the bus and subway going home, where Davy taught me and Lina some tricks to work the Rubik's cube, although we both did not pick up any new knowledge.

Erin messaged us that she was giving away her remaining 10+ SF9's Sensuous albums from when she bought 40 albums to try and get a fan sign pass to meet the boy group.

When we reached Anam, everybody dispersed but Wendelyn, Florence, Matt, and I headed to McDonald's to meet with Valentino and Cara. Peter volunteered to pick up the box of SF9 albums at CJ International from Erin and kept it in his room until I picked it up later that night. We stopped by the arcade place where Wendelyn was trying to win a white bear plush. There was a guy next to us on the Pokémon claw machine trying to get bulbasaur, which was on the verge of falling. He left to get his money changed and I tried my luck to get the Pokémon plush - which I did.

My first ever claw machine win.

Matt had to drag us out of the arcade place because we were so close to spending a lot of money to get Wendelyn her white bear.

At McDonald's, I had Valentino sign my taegukgi (태극기) since he was leaving in the morning to reunite with his family in Seoul, before leaving for Japan.

They all headed straight to a noraebang (노래방), but I wasn't worried about not going because I would still see them the next day. I went back to my dorm to start packing and picked up the SF9 box from Peter, which included a Blackpink poster and BAP's Ego album. Thanks Erin!

Sophie wanted one copy of the album for each version, while Valentino, Matt, and Cara each wanted one for their own. Carolina asked to keep the remaining albums so she could mail them back home in Brazil.

I finished packing my main luggage within minutes, just for me to finally realize that I needed to buy another one. I was so terrified that I might be charged excess because the main luggage only had souvenirs and extra materials I collected and bought from all the way in Hong Kong two months ago. I really needed to get an extra bag to fit in my clothes.

It was barely 2 AM and everybody was still at the noraebang (노래방) and Lina wanted to meet up with me in front of Frontier so we could head to meet with the group together; but first, she needed to pick up a few things from Maite at the Global House. Maite was leaving in the morning and gave us a Don Q Pasion Puerto Rican rum since she couldn't take it back with her to Puerto Rico.

Sophie. Thai. Jon. Maite. Four gone, more to go.

Lina needed to stack up on the cheap cigarettes in Seoul for her to take home to Singapore, in which she bought a total of 21 packs from two convenience stores. The poor guys working probably had so much questions by the way their eyes reacted when Lina told them to give her 21 packs with her basic Korean skills.

Her biggest worry is getting them through the Singaporean customs since the country places a very expensive tax on cigarettes.

So, Lina and I were on our way to the noraebang (노래방), when we bumped into Darren, who was headed home and invited him to join us.

"I can't. Maybe next time?" he said.

"There will never be a next time," Lina responded. That phrase hit me how close we are to perhaps never seeing each other again.

That was the last time I would ever see Darren.

At the noraebang (노래방), Matt and Cara were screaming love songs, while rocking their head back and forth as if they were hosting a screamo concert. Wendelyn, Valentino, Asra, Salli, Joyce, Florence, and Peter were sitting around Matt and Cara, while drinking soju bottles and Maite's Puerto Rican rum. Salli was so excited to pour everyone a cup of the rum, since, as another Puerto Rican, it was her favorite alcoholic drink.

We all knew that it was going to our last noraebang (노래방) session together, so when we ended our final one with the most iconic song of the last six weeks.

김범수의 "보고 싶다"/Kim Beomsu's "Bogo Shipda/I Miss You".

Matt, Tino, Cara, and Peter hailed a taxi cab to take them back to Frontier House since they were feeling lazy walking back up the Frontier stairs (and the taxi cab was only ₩3,000), while Lina and I walked on the way back. She picked up extra cardboard boxes so she could place her excess luggage in it and ask Florence to mail them to her home in Singapore.

It was four in the morning on Saturday, August 4. I was leaving South Korea the next day.

When I returned to my dorm, Matt messaged us a copy of the email he sent to the KUISC director regarding Minki-hyung (민기형)'s buddy certificate, which showcased how much he went above and beyond his responsibilities to make sure we had the best six weeks to the point that he wasn't even our buddy anymore. He was our friend who had partaken in every single adventure with us in KUISC and outside the program.

Minki-hyung (민기형) welcomed all of us (group 3 or not) into the circle and we really appreciate him immensely.

The group chat became emotional and started reminiscing the funny memories we had created with Minki-hyung (민기형) in the last six weeks. We really hope to reunite with him one day, but until then!

고마워요,

Chris 「크리스」

P.S. The homecoming event for the students who just came back from studying abroad is tomorrow, so I hope to use that event as a means to relive the good times and as a reminder to never forget everyone's contribution to making this year's summer worthwhile.

P.P.S. I hope to finish writing and post the fourth and final blog of the "As the Sun Sets" series, which is the last blog of my entire study abroad adventures within the next few days. I plan to follow up with a few blogs on the homecoming event and some informational blogs regarding the study abroad program.