#the making fun of our past selves for being so oblivious

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

i miss that feeling of being in love for the first time and believing i was loved back even if i didnt understand why

[secretress]

A message you may need to hear. 💌

Masterlist.

Note: Not my usual thing, yet lately I have been hearing small messages throughout the day regarding my intuition, so I thought about making small posts about them. A pac will come soon, I have been busy lately. Also, if you wanted to find any of my timeless reading without pacs, I made a section for it on my masterlist named "nonpac intuitive messages/posts.''

A lot of times we wish we could go back into the past and erase what has happened. However, we forget that our past selves believed it was the right choice, and it was the best choice for them to get the thing they had desired and deserved. But it is forgotten that your past self did not know the knowledge you know now in your present time, nor did they have the same mindset as you do now, and the same will appear for yourself in the future. Do you want to repeat the same situation in your future, or do you prefer to forgive yourself now and learn to appreciate your past self for what they thought was right? Because of what your past self did, you are suffering the consequences of something you did not wish for, yet it is what you need. There is a lesson reoccurring for you that you have not been taught nor used as motivation to get the wish you wanted. Instead of being consumed with your regrets, work on what you want and get it. Staying in the same place will not help you achieve what you desire but instead keep you stagnant. I understand that the pain is painful and has led you to feel as if you were mud and rain was falling and the droplet hit you, and as you tried to get up, children rain boots jumped on you as the children laughed and had fun while you were ceasing to exist. But the anger, guilt, and stress you feel is all part of life, and you have to learn to utilize those feelings into something magical. Learn to work on yourself and change your mindset so you genuinely know what you want. The thoughts on who you desire to be and what you want are the fear that lingers on your mind, but these are not you. It’s the safe option that we humans will automatically choose if they do not know themselves or have no confidence of getting what they believe can be true.

You may be thinking, “Sefina, this is easier said than done,’’ and that is true, but everything in life can either be a breeze or our death, whether it’s mentally or physically. You must decide what type of life you truly want, what the outcomes can or will be, and how it plays a factor within your life. Allowing yourself to cry is healthy, but to always cry a night feeling as everything it out to get you or make you suffer may lead you to a road of destruction, whether it is with others or with yourself. Do understand that life cannot change if the person does not want to change. Think of a group of people in a group; a leader appears amongst them, but they are shy and cannot say what they want to say without stumbling with their words. But one day, they decide to change because this is not what they envisioned themselves to be, and so they do change, and life changes for them and creates beautiful new things. No, it was not easy for them, but with that change, they became the person they envisioned, and the same can go for you. Learn to understand why people say ‘’change starts within,’’ because it does. Without you changing your mindset and learning what you want, getting what you desire becomes hard. You become your blockage, and then you will start to wonder why you cannot manifest what you want. Do not become your own blockage, nor be oblivious that you are in your way.

Once you are able to understand that life can be easy as you work on yourself instead of focusing on the external views you have around you, you will achieve what you set your mind on. My intuition says, ‘’the worst time is your best time. Beautiful things appear to us regardless if it’s a painful time or a blessing time—more beautiful things will appear if your heart is just as beautiful as your wants.’’ Meaning, if you focus on what you actually want within your heart and learn how to fall in love with yourself, whether it’s who you are as of now or changing to become your best self, everything will start to fall into place without you doing anything other than dealing with the internal factors.

A scene has appeared in my mind where a person has two jobs; they went to college to have two college degrees because they wanted to major in two different fields but could not decide which was their dream job. So instead of settling with one, they went back and got another, and now they are working on both fields. For some, this sounds like a hassle, but for them, this is their dream life. Everything is subjective, our wants and likes are simply an opinion and nothing more. They can be something dear to us, but still an opinion, especially to others, unless they relate, in which case the opinion can become a fact, but only in that community or between you and them.

You are a logical person, you never truly focused on what your heart wanted from you and decided to focus on what your fearful mind wanted without understanding that this is the reason why you are stuck in your situation right now. You cannot hate and nitpick your past self because you are the reason for being toxic with yourself. Logical decisions can help people, but ignoring your heart and what your heart wants strains the bond of your relationship with yourself. Understand that your desires are focused on your heart; your feelings are your likes and dislikes.. and despite everything being subjective, these are still your wants, correct? So, ask yourself why you allow your fearful thoughts to invade things for you instead of picking what your heart wants. The heart has a bad reputation as people are prone to believe emotions, and following your heart is weak and idiotic, yet it is everything around us, whether people want to believe it or not. Working hard to have your dream job is logical, yes, but it is also following your heart and working hard to get it. Making a rational decision and not focusing on your feelings is still part of the heart. Why? Because you are focusing on your best case scenario and wanting to do what is best for you. I understand that you also have a bad perception of emotions because if you have them, then you must reveal how vulnerable you truly are, yet you cry at night and show it to yourself. What truly makes you afraid of being vulnerable? And why did it show up throughout your middle school era? Learn to feel okay asking yourself personal questions and be patient with yourself if you do not know of the answer. Everything needs compassion and patience.

Learn not to neglect your present self out of love, appreciation, and understanding. It’s okay, I understand that you are struggling right now, but taking care of yourself is also important. It helps heal the emotional wounds that were created by others, but in this case, your family members. It connects you and makes you feel worthy of love; don’t you believe that you are worthy of it? Maybe not now, but I know that you do. Forgive your past self and show appreciation so in the future, instead of you insulting your past self (it being you right now), your future self can salute you for trying. That is what healing is, and it’s rather beautiful if you learn that lesson properly.

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[bbangsoonie]

to my ex (best friend)

member: juyeon genre: fluff?? word count: 2,175 synopsis: thanks to kevin’s tiktok obsession, you end up sending out a google form to all of the people you used to call your best friends. one response brings back forgotten memories and feelings.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with the Canada boys for another 4 years,” you jokingly groaned.

Today was officially move-in day and the beginning of your college life. After roughly unpacking in your dorm room, you went over to Jacob and Kevin’s room to hang out. Jacob had his guitar out and was playing random chords for you to hum along to. Kevin, on the other hand, was glued to his phone. TikTok had been his new obsession and he was constantly watching the endless feed of videos.

“Hey, we are the iconic trio,” Jacob insisted.

“Wow Eric is basically a TikTok star now,” Kevin commented as he showed you two the video that popped up on his For You page. ��This kid is stuck on straight TikTok though.”

Jacob laughed, although he was unsure of what that exactly meant. Knowing this, you chuckled at his efforts to appease his roommate.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Kevin tugged at your arm in an urgent matter. “Can we also do that Google form trend?”

“Uhh which one?” you asked.

“The one where you send out a Google form to your ex-crushes or ex-friends,” he turned to Jacob to further explain. “So basically it’s a questionnaire either revealing your past feelings or confronting what happened between old friends.”

“I don’t know, man. Our high school years were pretty vanilla. We didn’t even have that many crushes,” you shrugged.

“Hmm I mean we did have that huge friend group freshman year. It’s a shame it kinda fell apart as time went by,” Jacob reminisced.

You were reminded of the people you once considered to be your best friends. It was you and twelve other boys, which should’ve hinted at the inevitable end. The beginning of the end started with Hyunjoon transferring to a different school. Then, as you all grew older and high school drama kicked in, you were the topic of many rumors. People didn’t understand—or like—that you were the only girl in an all male friend group. Girls called you all sorts of names and spread ridiculous lies about you that spread to neighboring schools.

No one in the group had any bad blood with each other. Life just pulled you in different directions and you simply grew apart. Some joined the dance team, which consumed most of their time. Some joined varsity teams and focused on getting a sports scholarship. Some became trainees and lost contact with everyone. Some, like you and the Canada boys, became busy with college applications. Everyone had their own reasons and there were no hard feelings.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to finally find out what they all think? Get closure before we start our journey as college students?” Kevin asked, eagerly.

“I guess,” you agreed.

“Alright! Then we’ll play rock paper scissors to choose who has to send them out,” Kevin declared.

Your unlucky streak, without fail, won you the embarrassment honor of writing and sending the form to all your former friends. You grumbled, displeased at the fact that you were now the scapegoat fulfilling Kevin’s curiosity. Nevertheless, you searched through your contact list to find everyone’s phone numbers and sent them the link, hoping that no one changed their number.

By the next day, you received responses from all 10 of them. The trio reconvened in Jacob and Kevin’s room to review the answers. The first few were essentially what you all expected. They explained how life became hectic and your paths just crossed less and less as your interests and goals changed.

When you came across Haknyeon’s comment, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You still owe me ice cream for lending you my pen during our final exam,” you read aloud. You recalled the day; you were freaking out about your misplaced pencil case and he had kindly offered his extra pen.

“What else would you expect from the foodie?” Kevin laughed.

By the time you got to Juyeon’s response, however, you froze. Curious as to what caught you so off guard, Jacob took the laptop from your lap and gasped. Kevin peeped over Jacob’s shoulder and his jaw dropped after reading it. He immediately looked at you, wondering how you were taking the information.

You were confused. He had been the object of your love and attention for a good three years in high school. Not wanting anyone to find out, you had swallowed those feelings and the Canada duo were the only ones to ever catch on. You and Juyeon used to be extremely close—even closer than you and Kevin or you and Jacob. He always quietly took care of you and the two of you shared everything with each other until one day he suddenly became distant. Without an explanation, he left your side and never returned. You just assumed he wanted to stop being friends. It hurt but you didn’t want to force a one-sided friendship so you stopped reaching out to him.

“What the heck?” you finally blurted.

Jacob slowly closed the laptop shut, eyeing Kevin who seemed way too giddy. He felt uneasy, not knowing if this was a good thing.

“So your first love was requited,” Kevin said smugly. “I told you so.”

“Okay you had absolutely no facts to back up your assumption back then,” you argued.

“What did I tell you? My gut is never wrong.”

“Yeah but he also just cut me off out of nowhere. How else was I supposed to interpret that?”

“Clearly not the way we did.”

Jacob smacked his hand over Kevin’s mouth to shut him up. He knew how much pain Juyeon’s name brought you. You didn’t show it but you still had a soft spot for him.

“It’s okay, Jacob. Whatever feelings I had for Juyeon—good and bad—are history. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me,” you assured. “Besides, this doesn’t even mean anything. He wrote all of this in past tense. He’s just clarifying the reason why our friendship ended. Like Kevin said, I guess I finally got closure.”

“Closure? My brilliant idea has brought forth an opportunity for you to rekindle your love!” Kevin exclaimed excitedly.

“No. No way,” you shook your head. “The past is in the past. We are living very separate lives now.”

“Oh stop quoting Frozen and just try texting him,” he rolled his eyes. “Jacob and I never told you but he’s actually attending the same university as us.”

This prompted a very loud “What?” from you. Jacob buried his head in his hands, groaning. He was definitely going to get an earful.

“You’re bound to run into him eventually. So just take the initiative and face things head on,” Kevin advised. “Won’t that be less awkward than coincidentally meeting him after ignoring his response to the form you sent him?”

“And who’s the one who made me send it?” you glared, puffing your cheeks.

“You’re going to do it anyway so just hurry up and pretend you have no choice but to listen to me,” he snickered.

“Moon Hyungseo!”

At your use of his full Korean name, his eyes widened in fear and he jumped up to run away, barely avoiding your slap. Watching the scene in front of him, Jacob laughed. He had secretly hoped that you would reconnect with Juyeon as well. He knew how much you used to like him.

That night, you found yourself staring at Juyeon’s contact on your phone. Your heart raced at the thought of talking to him again. It had been years since you two last spoke and so many things had changed since then. You were no longer oblivious and clumsy teenagers. You knew each other’s past selves but didn’t know a thing about each other’s current selves. You were afraid that even if you became friends again, it would be too different. It was why you never harbored any hope for things to go back to “normal” with him. You couldn’t be disappointed if you never had any expectations to begin with.

Still, you took a leap of courage and sent a simple “hey” before you could chicken out. His reply was almost instant, which startled you.

You: hey

Juyeon: Hi Y/n

You: would it be weird if i asked to meet? i think we have a few things to talk about.. if that’s ok with you

Juyeon: Sure! How’s tomorrow at noon? We could talk over a meal at the school cafeteria

You: sounds good. see you then :)

You wanted to scream into your pillow. The awkwardness was driving you crazy but you were still looking forward to seeing him. He still had you wrapped around his finger and you hated it. But you still loved him.

The next day, your clothes were flung around all over your bed. You had rummaged through your entire closet to find an outfit you were satisfied with, resulting in you running a bit late.

Juyeon had arrived at the cafeteria early. He was so nervous that he couldn’t just stay still in his dorm. After all these years, he was finally confronting everything that he had concealed. He always felt guilty about the way he treated you and he was glad he could finally explain and apologize.

When he saw you approach him, he couldn’t stop himself from staring. It had only been a summer since he last saw you at graduation but your beauty still amazed him. He gulped, standing up to greet you when you reached the table.

The first few minutes were spent eating in awkward silence. Unable to bear it any longer, he cleared his throat to begin the conversation.

“Um so I guess my response to that form was a lot to unpack, huh?” he said sheepishly.

You almost choked on the food, surprised by his straightforwardness. He passed you your cup of water as you coughed.

“Yeah..” you mumbled.

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think I always had feelings for you. At first, it was subtle. I just liked spending time with you. I liked making you smile. I was content with just being friends. You know me, I’m the type to just watch my crush from afar. Then, as we got older, those feelings grew to be bigger than I could handle. I began to get greedy. And I felt that I could literally do anything for you. That’s when I realized how hard I fell for you and that scared me. I was afraid of ruining our friendship but I was also scared of my own feelings. So I started distancing myself from you. It’s a poor excuse but back then, I was a coward,” he confessed.

Juyeon had always been a very direct person. He never really beat around the bush and you liked that about him. That hadn’t changed about him but yet it still surprised you.

“If I could go back in time, I wish I could have done things differently. I knew I was hurting you but I thought that after all that’s happened, continuing to be friends with you would make you the center of gossip again. I didn’t want to make your life any harder,” he added.

“Juyeon, I cared about you a lot more than I did about those stupid rumors.”

“I know that now. But high schooler me was terrified of you finding out about my feelings.”

You contemplated on whether or not you should bring up your own past feelings. You wanted to reciprocate his honesty but were worried that it would be unnecessary. You took a deep breath and decided on the first option.

“You know, I was also terrified of having you find out about my feelings,” you admitted. Your words shocked him as he tried to figure out what you were implying.

“Wait, you.. You liked me too?” he gaped, making you blush.

“Let’s uh stop talking about that now,” you said as your cheeks reddened to a darker shade.

“While we’re opening up..” he looked at you with hesitance. “Is there any chance you still feel the same way now?”

His question caught you entirely off guard. You blankly stared at him, wondering if you heard him correctly.

“Juyeon, this is the first proper conversation we’ve had in years,” you deadpanned.

“That’s not an immediate no,” he lit up.

You wanted to laugh at his simplicity. His childlike innocence was still the same. It warmed your heart to see that he hadn’t changed as much as you were afraid he would. Yet, the fear in the back of your mind remained. You weren’t confident that you could even resume your friendship with him. At your silence, he tried to lighten the mood.

“So then would being friends again be okay with you?” he asked.

“I guess we could try,” you slowly nodded, bringing a bright smile to his face. You didn’t notice that your expression reflected his.

“Great,” he grinned happily.

And that was the beginning of a new story between you two.

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[whittakerjodie]

The Mask (13th Doctor X Reader X 8th Doctor)

Requested: by me because I’m in love with these dorks 

Summary: It’s your turn to choose the adventure and, without another idea, you choose a masquerade ball. When you find yourself separated from the Doctor, you run into a mysterious and charismatic man who goes by the same name as your traveling partner...

A/N: I am so so sorry that I haven’t written in forever! I am in my first semester at college doing 16 credit hours and for great chunk of the semester I’ve also been working full time. I’m not, now, so I have a little bit more time, but I’m trying to finish this semester out strong. I hope that you enjoy this fic!

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: None that I can think of, it’s a ‘jealousy’ type fic if that is something you want to avoid! 

“Good?” You whispered. The Doctor nodded, letting her hands fall from the sides of your face. The mask, which you had picked out from the TARDIS’ infinite dressing room, now rested neatly against your face, adding a bit of flair to the rest of your elaborate outfit. It was your turn to pick out where and when you went in the space-time machine. Having run out of ideas, your mind flashed back to the most recent movie you’d seen and in the end you proposed attending a masquerade ball. Purely for the aesthetics, you told yourself, although there was certainly some unconscious desires at play-

“How’s mine?” Your favorite time lord asked, having finished slipping on her mask. You gasped; clearly she’d had it for a long time. This was made evident by the gold intricately placed in complex circles against a black frame, the texture of which was dulled and beginning to fray from use and age. It fit nicely with her old fashioned suit, which was fashioned out of the same dark material, fitting her body awkwardly. Clearly she’d borrowed it from a past self. Her eyes, visible under the mask, seemed to have aged centuries from the second the mask had come into contact with her face to match it.

“It looks great” You said, certifying the outfits status. The Doctor grinned and held out a hand for you. You accepted it, enjoying the way her fingers curled around yours, transferring her warmth through your body. Her excitement, too, must’ve passed through your skin-level bond, because you could feel your heart racing as she led you out the doors towards the ball.

Within an instant, you were transported from the TARDIS’ interior dimension into a world filled with glitter and gold. It came in second place compared to the air of the room itself, which was occupied by the vibrations of the most glorious music you’d ever heard. People were everywhere, occupying every inch of the dance floor and beyond, blurring into a sea of movement. The Doctor squeezed your hand, and you threw yourself into the waves.

After about a half hour, you were about done with the dancing mess. At least for a time. Your clothes were beginning to stick to your body, your body's natural cooling function turning into a frustrating adhesive. Not to mention your feet were starting to ache, begging you to take it easy for a time. The Doctor, being an immortal ball of energy, was still enthusiastically throwing herself around the dance floor, forgoing any rhythm that she might’ve been recommended to meet. You flashed her a smile before turning to the snack table, fancying a drink. Reaching for the punch bowl, your movements were interrupted by the startling cough that started next to you.

You took a step back, concerned building for the man who was leaned against the wall, doubled over.

“Are you alright?” you asked, trying to remember everything you knew about preventing choking. Just as your hands moved towards the man, however, he straightened up with ease, all tension gone from his face. The only sign that anything was amiss were his eyebrows, which started to furrow.

“There was alcohol in my drink.” He said, as if offended. You chuckled. “Laying off, Hm?” Still, you avoided the punch bowl that he was glancing warily at and stepped in front of the next one.

“Don’t drink from that one either,” He recommended.

“... Why not?” You asked, confused and slightly irritated. “Not enough sugar. No fun.” You laughed. “Not enough sugar? What kind of a picker eater- drinker, I should say, are you?”

“I’m not picky,” The man whined. His eyes drifted from yours to the accessory surrounding them. “Where did you get that mask?”

From the softness of his words you instinctively raised your hand, fingertips brushing against the piece. “A… friend got it for me. Do you like it?”

“It looks familiar” He said, with a curious gaze.

“Does that mean you like it?” You whispered again. With his face so close, inspecting your mask, you needn’t speak too loudly. Face heating up, you cleared your throat. “Where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your mask. It is a masquerade ball” He paused and blinked, as if just remembering where he was. Then his face lit up, his body jumping quickly as his hands flew to his pockets. The mask he produced from them seemed to be of a standard shape and size; it was the design that caught you off guard. Golden circles covered the black frame, which was neither dulled or frayed but a healthy, vibrant shade. It was the same mask that the Doctor wore in the next room.

“Do you like it?” He asked coyly. Before he could cover up his features with the mask, you put a hand on his wrist, eyes scanning over his face. There wasn’t a lot of similarity, but you knew that regeneration was a lottery. Having met up with the Doctor’s 10th incarnation far too many times to count, you were well acquainted with the Doctor and their species’ habit for changing their face. He glanced over to your hand on his wrist and swiftly removed your iron grip. In an even quicker moment, he pulled your mask from where it rested and replaced it with his own.

Before you could process the change, your stolen mask was on his face.

“There! Since you liked mine so much. Now it’s yours.”

You tried to speak, but could only manage a sputter for several seconds until the shock released its hand from your vocal cords and you gasped: “Doctor?”

That threw him off guard. He slipped the mask upwards so it rested against his  curls, eyes narrowing. “How do you know that name?” He murmured.

“So you are the Doctor.” You said incredulously. “I’ve no idea which one but-”

“How do you know that I’m the Doctor?” He replied, tone turning sour with seriousness. Then he backed off a little. “Have we met before? You must understand, I have a habit of, well, forgetting myself. And everything else.”

“I travel with you!” You clarified, starting to get excited at the prospect of meeting a new (or, to put it chronologically, old, depending on where he was in the Doctor's life) incarnation of the Doctor. Realizing that your words might’ve been a mistake, you covered your mouth with a small squeak. From behind your hand, you worriedly asked: “Was I not supposed to tell you that?”

The new Doctor laughed. “I’m sure it’s no trouble. Luckily for you, I also happen to have the habit of running into my past and future selves, friends included!” The joy lacing his words put you at ease and you lowered your hand from it’s muzzle position only to have it captured by him immediately.

“Come,” He said, tugging you along as more people began to arrive at the snack table. “I want to meet you, properly!”

When the new Doctor mentioned that he wanted to meet you properly, you had no idea that dancing was his intention. But, soon enough, you found yourself ensconced in the commotion once again. Completely oblivious to the organized dance that was sweeping through the room, The new Doctor raised your entwined hands in the formation of a waltz, his other hand resting in a respectful position on the middle of your back. It’s warmth, so similar to your own Doctors, seeped through the fabric and created goosebumps along your arms.

“So, which one are you?” You asked, voice rising above the violins and cellos.

“Incarnations, you mean? I’m currently in my 8th body. I assume you travel with my 9th?”

“13th, actually,”

The 8th Doctor paused, looking confused for a moment. His lapse in movement caused him to bump into another partygoer, which jostled him back into the dance. “Ah, wearing a bit thin, then…”

“How do you mean?” You asked, concerned at his comment.

“Not to worry,” He said with an enormous smile. “How about you? Where are you from?”

“Earth”

“When?”

“2020”

The 8th Doctor cringed. “I really must come up with better questions”

“I’ve got one,” Said a new but familiar voice. The Doctor, your Doctor, stood only a fraction of an inch away, hands on her hips. ‘8′ gave her a once over, then looked at you and acknowledged the recognition in your eyes.

“Ah, you must be my future self!” He said excitedly. “Wonderful”

“Yes, it is,” your Doctor said hurriedly. “We really should get going, shouldn’t we Y/N?”

“But we’re dancing,” you protested.

“Yes, they want to dance,” the other Doctor reinforced. “Surely there’s no… problem?” You frowned at the inclination in his voice, and so did your Doctor.

“Then they can dance. With me?” your Doctor asked. It sounded authoritative, but the lift of her tone at the end left a hint of worry behind.

“Well, sure-” Before you could finish your sentence, your hand left the 8th Doctors and landed on the shoulder of your Doctor, who began to spin you around the room and away from her past self.

“Where’d your mask go?” She asked, hands gripping your waist tightly.

“He swapped ours,” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady as your Doctor dipped you. The world stopped in that moment, the Doctor’s eyes moving over the gold design. You imagined it would be necessary to breathe soon, but you didn’t want to disrupt the air between the two of you. To keep you steady, the Doctor's hands moved to your upper back, making you shudder.

“Well, jokes on him,” She whispered, as if proving herself in some momentous feat. “Now we match”

When you were raised back into a standing position you found yourself wobbling a bit, still dizzy from the seconds you’d spent near horizontal, only able to focus on your Doctor's voice and presence. Thankfully, there was another presence there to keep you steady.

“You don’t mind if I borrow them for a moment, surely?” the Doctors 8th incarnation asked, arm slipping around your waist.

“I don’t mind,” You squeaked. As you were turned away, you got the feeling that your Doctor did mind. The song ended and another one began, sweeping you off your feet. Or perhaps that was the 8th Doctor himself, who was moving the two of you throughout the room; an impressive feat given your close proximity to the other occupants- and each other.

“I do mind, actually,” your Doctor said grumpily a few moments later, easily and swifting transitioning you from his arms back to hers. Her old incarnation looked stunned for a moment before you lost sight of him. Everything was beginning to blur together, and soon it was hard to tell whose arms you were actually in at any given moment.

“Getting a little bit territorial in your old age, are you?” The 8th Doctor snipped over your shoulder. You resisted the urge to add fuel to the fire growing between them, trying to keep your mind on the music and the dance. However, your mind was distracted and your feet refused to move as they should.

“Old age? You mean more mature, wise-”

“No, I mean territorial” Your Doctor shook her head, trying to guide the two of you away from her past self, only to find that the way was blocked by too many people.

“Or maybe I just remember your plate being a little full” She challenged. “How’s Grace? Charley? Fi-”

“Okay, enough!” You yelped, not exactly anxious to hear all the names involved in the Doctor’s romantic history. Slightly out of breath, and incredibly dizzy, you glanced around for an uninhabited corner of the room that you could take advantage of. You didn’t find one, but you did see, out of the corner of your eye, a man dumping something into the punch bowl that you had been standing at previously.

“See?” You heaved, trying to catch your breath and end their ego contest. “Weird, suspicious stuff. Adventure, right? Go fetch!”

Both of them looked at you with wide eyes. Luckily, you didn’t have to suppress laughter, as your lack of air intake was doing that for you well enough. They looked at each other next.

“This isn’t over,” your Doctor grumbled, as she started moving towards the suspicious activity. As the back of her and the other doctors' suits entered your vision, you thanked the Universe for a break. It wasn’t too welcoming, and you found that each Doctor took one of your hands into theirs and began to lead you along.

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It was another 3 hours of challenging quips and hand holding before you finally managed to get the break you so desperately craved, leaning against the TARDIS’ exterior as the two Doctors spoke of the past, the future and the present. It was nice to see them finally getting along. The adventure had brought the two of them together quite nicely, reminding them that they were one and the same despite the bodies and years separating them. Their conversation wrapped up smoothly, with smiles. Then, it was your turn to say goodbye.

“I can’t hang on to the mask, I don’t think” You said sadly, slipping his mask from your face. “I think that if I did, it wouldn’t be in the wardrobe for my Doctor to find. It could conjure up another one, though… maybe?”

“Your Doctor,” The 8th Doctor murmured with a smile. “I like that sentiment.”

Your cheeks grew warmer as you placed the mask into his palm, gently closing his fingers around it. He had taken your mask off of his face, but didn’t hand it over.

“You don’t mind if I keep this one, do you? I’ll put in a good word with the TARDIS to bring it back to you.”

Not entirely grasping the time travel and not bothering to, you nodded, knowing that somehow it would all work out. You glanced over his shoulder to see your Doctor, watching the two of you not with a look of apprehension, but with comforted observation. The 8th Doctor matched your gaze, chuckling to himself. “I suppose I best return to my own travels and time. But, Y/N, make no mistake. I’m very much looking forward to our future.” At the end of his sentence, with his words still echoing through the air, he raised your entwined hands and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of yours, with a squeeze as a promise for another time- One that was steps away.

Clutching your hand to your chest, you watched him disappear into his TARDIS, which began to dematerialize moments later. There was a small ache, but it was soon remedied by your Doctor approaching, with a distant look in her eyes. Clearly, the memories and experiences of another lifetime were beginning to resurface.

“Do I get one from you, too?” You asked to cheer her up. She raised a brow and you held out your other hand, the one untouched. Your Doctor slowly bowed her head to place her lips against it, humming softly. After she was done, she turned it over to place another kiss on the inside of your wrist, against the place where your heart beat in a rapid succession.

“Still trying to one-up him?” You whispered, voice slightly wavering. Your Doctor smiled, unlocking the TARDIS.

“Something tells me I don’t need to. Our future, remember?” Your future, together. Seeing the universe, together. You followed her into the time machine, heart full and eager for more.

[baka-monarch]

What The Fuck!?

(A.N: before we start with the story I just wanna say that this is based off of this post by @lance-alt​ . Also, alot of creators on here got mentioned in the story, like actual mentions so if you got mentioned just know that I love what you create and wanted to include you because I love your interpretations of the sides, and you do not have to read this at all if you don’t want to and if you want me to take you out of the story please DM me and tell me so that I can)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SLIGHT MENTION OF VORE FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS, MENTION OF USYEMPETHETIC SIDES, SHITTING N SOME HEADCANONS EVEN THOUGH I MYSELF LOVE THEM

The Sides are lost. They find themselves in a familiar and yet unknown place.

They will soon find someone dark. And someone far too shiny and bright… Too innocent.

The Sides meet…

their fanon-selves.

 ...

 It had started like any normal day. The sides existing as a part of Thomas, helping him with his daily dilemmas, the usual things. Until Thomas took a nap. Then the sides suddenly found themselves in a white void. It wasn’t a dream, they could confirm that much from the other dreams that Thomas had. Also from the confused looks on the twin’s faces who were in charge of dreams, like how Remus had caused Thomas’ nightmare that they had disgusted in Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts.

“Where are we?” Logan spoke up, voicing everyone’s concerns.

“Wherever it is, Thomas has never thought about it before.” Roman muttered as he glanced around.

“Yeah, I know his brains can be scooped out at times, but not even he can have a mind this empty.” At Remus’ comment, most of the others cringed in varying degrees, with Logan being the only one unaffected, only rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Although your metaphor usage could use some work, you are correct. This place is too empty to be a part of Thomas.” Logan conceded.

“If this isn’t Thomas...then where are we?” Virgil gleaned around wearily, trying to come up with his own explanation for this situation.

“It’s really blank here...maybe Thomas is in a coma?” Roman tried, to which Virgil’s eyes widened.

“Impossible, how would we be active if he is not?” Logan debated.

“I don’t know! Do you have any ideas, Sherlock Drones?” Roman rebutted, causing Logan to roll his eyes and fix his glasses.

“Unfortunately, no. There is not enough evidence...anywhere to make a proper inference on the situation.” Logan finished adjusting his glasses by the time he finished, gaining an annoyed huff from Roman.

“Heya, kiddos? Maybe we shouldn’t argue. We’re all confused right now, and getting upset isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Patton butted in to make sure things didn’t escalate.

“Thank you, Patton.” Logan gave a curt nod of agreement.

“Fiiiine!” Roman whined after a bit.

“It would be wise to explore, to see if we can find any clues as to where we are.”

“I’ll do it!” Remus jumped in. “Who knows, maybe we all died a gruesome death!” He cackled.

“No need.” Janus approached the group from behind, having already explored himself. “Look behind us.” When turning the sides were surprised to find the area behind them was not all whit. On it there were words like what one would find in a google doc currently describing their situation as they lived through it. 

“What the fuck?” Virgil muttered. He had a Tumb.lr so he knew what fanfiction was, and this looked like it. “This can’t be happening…” He groaned, knowing it was happening.

“Aw, they’re writing about us Virge! Like the people on that one app you use.” Patton cooed, only knowing of the fluff part of fanon.

“Pat, you don’t understand. This isn’t good.”

“Oh nonsense kiddo.” Patton dismissed. “Have you guys seen the art they draw of us? It’s so cute!” Virgil internally cringed knowing that not all of it was like that.

“Either way,”-Janus cut off their small conversation.-“We need to find a way out of here.” Janus focused slightly more on Virgil for his next comment. “Whether this is real or not.” Virgil shivered at the thought of them not being real, or even acting like they do in the things that people create. 

Everyone agreed, and soon they were on their way to explore this strange new environment.

 …

 Soon enough, however, the sides are lost. Which brings us back to where this story began. As they searched for their original location, or even the mysterious floating words, they come upon a familiar and yet unknown place. It looks strikingly like a Disney movie kingdom. With one half, filled with bright colors, lush fields, enchanting forests, and a large white castle with a red roof. The other half being dark and dangerous, the colors fading, plants rotting, instead of animals there only creatures of unknown origin, and in the middle, a black, crumbling, castle, with striking green roofing. It was almost as if...it were made for the twins.

In fact, as they got closer they could hear two far off shouts, with simultaneous silhouettes, motioning towards them, as if pointing them out to someone...or something, else.

“Uh...guys?” Virgil trailed off wondering if the others had noticed.

“On it.” Romas was quick to pull out his sword, Remus quickly following suit with his morning star.

It was unnecessary however, as once the silhouettes were in view, they looked exactly like the twins. 

“Wha…” Roman lowered his sword as he saw this. As they got closer more figures came into view. All of which looked like the sides to varying degrees. There were thousands. Some were small, some were even giants, and there were alot that weren’t even human.

“Oh! Hi there kiddos!” A Patton(?) came running past the twin’s doppelgangers. “You’re probably really confused right now, I know alot of us were when we appeared!” The sides just looked at the Patton look-alike  dumbfounded. The first to break out of it was Logan.

“I do not wish to appear rude, but, who are you and where are we?” Logan queried.

“Oh, I’m Patton by @baka-monarch !” Patton chirped. “And you’re in The Imagination!”

“The what now-?” “How did you-?” Both Roman and Virgil asked at the same time.

“Hm?” The other Patton tilted his head confused.

“One at a time now kiddos…” Their Patton silently reminded them. Roman nodded to Virgil to let him go first.

Virgil inhaled, taking his cue. “How did you say a mention? That only works when typed in social medias.” Virgil wondered confused.

“Oh! That’s just my fander creator kiddo!” This Patton didn’t miss a beat as he answered happily. Virgil stared at him blankly as he came to a horrifying conclusion.

“We’re in a f*****g fanfiction.” He jumped slightly at his bleep out. “What was that?”

“Oh, Jan Jan did that I wouldn’t have to hear any vulgar language.” All of them looked back at Janus who looked forward, uninterested, definitely trying not to hide his embarrassment at what this other him did, definitely not. 

“...Okay… My turn!” Roman exclaimed. “What is “the Imagination”?” He used air quotes.

“Yeah, I was wondering that too, Mr. The 6th Day clone.” Remus added.

“Oh! Don’t you know? It’s the place you and Roman can go to to summon anything.You can even change the entire world around you!” Patclone chirped.

“What.” They all said in unison with worry, apart from the twins who were excited.

“Yeah! Isn’t it cool!” Patclone said oblivious to the consequences of the twins having this power could cause. “Oh yeah, do you want me to introduce you to everyone?”

“Please, I am intrigued about how our counterparts might act.” Logan conceded.

“Okie dokie then! Follow me!”

 …

 It had been a few hours at this point and they still weren’t even an eighth of the way through yet. There were so many headcanons, variations, AUs, OCs, OOCs, designs, everything. It was almost too much to handle.

“-this is @tscampfireau ‘s sides from their au-” The Virgil hissed and bit towards them as they almost walked on their pentagram that they were making out of… was that blood? The Patton and Logan were helping them by t-posing as a barrier against the other sides. “-yeah they can be a...fun bunch to hang out with. Oh, and here’s @bleepblopbloop56 ‘s sides.”

“How, and why are they hotter than us..?” Roman mumbled to Virgil, only getting a weird look in response.

“Then there’s @mango-shpango ‘s and @rondoel ‘s ones, he’s got a lot-” Patclone shrugged it off, but King caught all of their eyes. He didn’t have to look like the one they knew for them to know who it was… “Oh, hey there @that-prey-lounge and @tiny-peter-rabbit ‘s sides!” He greeted them. As they turned a corner there was a group of sides that were made of metal like robots. “Oh, there’s @burnadolt ‘s fnaf au!” He waved. As they approached a tavern the last group greeted was, “Heya @nommy-thoughts ‘ sides, how are you adjusting?” there were several positive responses from many of them, and as the sides looked closer they could see that a few were smaller than a human hand not only that but nearby (possibly made by someone else), were the sides they’d seen from afar earlier that were giants.. They hadn't noticed them yet here because of how closely compact the buildings were and how their size made what was visible from their perspective look like buildings.

As they all entered the tavern, they saw that there was only one group of sides here. “Hiya guys! New sides I’d like you to meet @baka-monarch ‘s group.” There were several different hellos. “And my friends, I’d like you to meet… to meet..? I’m sorry but who’s your creator?” Virgil was the one to answer.

“@thatstha-MMPH!” Virgil was only part of the way through before the other’s Janus made him slap his hand over his mouth as the other sides in the room went pale. “What was that for?” Virgil asked, his voice muffled by his hand.

“You can’t say his name. Not here.” Patclone explained cryptid. They all fell into an awkward silence, until Roman changed the subject.

“Why are there...two of you?” Roman observed.

“Oh!” Patclone chirped. “I was created just for this au! Just so I could be your guide!” He paused for a moment thinking before continuing. “I guess I’m like the Monika of this world.” Again, everyone paled, some not understanding, others...understanding too well. “Welp, I guess you want to go explore now! Jan Jan, do you and Patty wanna go have fun while they look around?” Both mentioned sides blushed.

“I told you not to call me that…” Janus mumbled as he took Patclone’s hand and the other Patton stood up to quickly join them as they went off to a separate room.

 …

 Only an hour had passed and the sides had already split off into groups with their counterparts. The Roman’s comforting each other while being completely random, some of them being sad little puffballs that the strong egotistic Roman’s had decided to protect, while others were a mix or just completely unsympathetic and degrading anyone the came in contact with, especially the Virgils. Virgil had kind of separated himself from the other Virgils since 90% of them were cowering away from everything and just having constant anxiety attacks, while the few who were different either had power that they abused, or were fawning over the other sides. The Logans had formed an army of science lead by the Logan from @askdarksidelogan and the other dark sides from his au, this Logan was very robotic looking, cruel, and unfeeling...well, almost unfeeling as the Deceit from his au was his boyfriend and the Remus was really close friends with him. Janus was busy trying to coral in all his different counterparts as some of them made plans to kill everyone around them and end the government, while others were hiding due to PTSD about the angst they have been through. The Remuses just vibed in their corner, killing, being gross, and annoying the other aspects. Finally the Pattons. Patton had basically adopted the ones that were child-like and too innocent for their own good while avoiding the unsympathetics that were teaming up with other unsympathetics and the ones who were...horny… Actually everyone was avoiding the horny ones.

But that was just the simplified version of the chaos. Logans were capturing people to test, Deceits were arguing over their name even though one was already canon, Romans were either being complete idiots or crying silently to themselves, while they were targeted by the unsympathetics along with the Virgils, everyone too scared to even try to tussle with the army of Logans.

Virgil sat back on a hill and watched it all unfold. How had the community gotten this far without this much chaos? He had no idea. A few other counterparts were up there with him but he didn’t mind since they mostly seemed chill. A Virgil approached and sat down next to him exhausted, and judging by the paint he was covered in he had just come from the Romans’ corner.

“Romans a little too much?” Virgil tried making conversation.

“Yeah…” He breathed. “It was getting a little too rowdy and I wanted to get my Roman out of there so he wouldn’t get hurt.” With no Roman in sight, Virgil assumed that he had been unsuccessful.

“So, which Roman is yours?” Virgil wondered.

“Hm?” The counterpart tilted his head confused until it clicked. “Oh, no, he’s not down there right now.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny Roman. “See.”

“Oh…” Virgil was at a loss of words. What does a person say to that? After that they just sat there in silence as Virgil’s counterpart and the Roman snuggled slightly through a hand to body contact. 

“So…” Virgil decided to try again. “What’s it like, y’know, being shipped?” Virgil wondered, seeing how it seemed these two were in some kind of relationship. Virgil had always found it kind of weird, but, maybe there was more to it…

“I mean, it’s like any other relationship I guess… falling in love and deciding to be together.” The counterpart mumbled as the tiny Roman rubbed his hand to comfort him.

“But isn’t it weird how it isn’t real? How, you’re literally just playing out your creator’s fantasies because they enjoy the idea of you being together?” Virgil wondered.

The counterpart just shrugged. “I try not to think about it… but, it really isn’t that weird, even if we’re fictional characters we have memories, motives, morals, opinions, feelings. Those are real. Even if they aren’t created by us, they are real. Every thought, every motion, every breath. That is us. Just because it was written, drawn, or even just imagined, it happened and that makes it real. Makes this feeling real.” He explained as he rubbed the little head of his Roman.

“Huh I… I guess you’re right, I never thought of it that way.” Virgil shrugged.

“No one does. Why do you think people are told not to cry over fictional deaths when they actually had feelings for a character, platonic or not?” The counterpart said. “It’s just a story on the outside, something thought to not affect people even though when our memories are shared with them, it can change them.” Virgil looked at his counterpart, curiosity growing about how he had so much knowledge.

“Who’s your creator?” Virgil finally asked.

“Why do I have to have one?”

“Touche.” 

They went back to a comfortable silence. It was nice. Until this one Janus came.

“Hey, Virgil, does Roman mind if I had him for a bit?” They asked.

“I don’t mind at all!” The tiny side exclaimed as he got on Janus’ hand. They soon left, but when that Janus vired the Roman they weren’t far enough away from Virgil for him not to catch a glimpse. He shivered. 

“Is that normal?” He wondered.

“Depends on the part of the community, but pretty normal and usually safe, so don’t worry.” The counterpart comforted him. It barely helped but at last Virgil knew that that Roman was safe… probably.

“Can I try!” Remus came brelling up the his, straight (heh) to the counterpart.

“Only if you want to.” They replied.

“I do!” Remus wriggled with excitement.

“Alright, let's go find you one of the groups of sides either with the power to shrink you or are giants.” Virgil led Remus off the hill as Remus kept talking about everything that could go wrong but probably wouldn’t.

Weird. Was all Virgil could think as he watched them leave.

 …

 He saw a lot that day but never saw that Virgil again, as if he had vanished mysteriously. It didn’t matter to him right now though as he had been stuck with babysitting duty over all the little kid sides.

“F*** this.”

 …

 Virgil looked over the story he just read one more time. It was written by a small creator called @baka-monarch , who focussed more on reblogging than they did their own content.

“That was trash.”

…

…

…

“Reblog.”

[dazed--xx]

Beside you

Request: Hello could I have an arranged marriage with Jungkook with a bit of angst but fluff at the end. Thank you xx

Summary: "You may kiss the bride" The hesitation evident on his face. My heart is racing and reality sets in “um…Jungkook?” He rolls his eyes and places a light kiss on my lips. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers “Just know this will be the last time you ever get to kiss me." 

Genre: ANGST, light fluff, smut

TW: None

Word Count: 5,092

A/N: SO i know you specifically asked for fluff at the end but i dont think this is the end of this i might make a part 2 if part 1 gets enough traction any way. I hope you enjoy the few bits i did do from what you asked REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

edit: REWRITE UPLOADED 10/13/2021

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““You may kiss the bride” The hesitation evident on his face. My heart is racing and reality sets in “um…Jungkook?” He rolls his eyes and places a light kiss on my lips. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers “Just know this will be the last time you ever get to kiss me.” Tears begin stinging my eyes, as we walk down the aisle as an officially married couple, hand and hand, much to Jungkook’s dismay. We rush through the double doors of the church and disappear in the car placed in the front if the building of worship.   

Once we got in the car Jungkook retracted his hand and the empty feeling takes over again. Jungkook doesn’t love me this is just a business inconvenience to him. IM just some stupid business deal, something for Jungkook to correct as he does with all his other projects, only difference is I’m not some company he can break apart and sell. I’m a person as much as he refuses to accept it. Since our fathers have agreed the only way Jungkook would be able to acquire and run my father’s company is if I become is wife as some type of fail-safe of preventing Jungkook from selling off the company and running away like he’s done so often after his business dealings. 

At the reception Jungkook disappeared as soon as we walked through the door. To the bar as expected of him to drink as I’m in need of liquid courage to make it through the rest of the night. Slowly I make my way around the room greeting Jungkook’s family, as he sits with the vixen of a bartender, a sensual smile plastered on his face with a rum and coke in his hand. “Y/N you have to tell me… are you and my Jungkookie going to give me grandchildren.” His mother asks smile on her face, excitement evident. I feel the words get caught in my throat, GRANDCHILDREN? WITH HOW HE TREATS ME…...? HELL, NO THAT MAN IS NOT TOUCHING ME. As if on cue my eyes shift to look for Jungkook at the bar but he and the bartender are no longer there. Of fucking course, he took HER somewhere to fuck at OUR wedding.  Almost immediately after your disappointment of a wedding, you’re shipped off on your honeymoon. You spend most days in Mykonos, alone Jungkook wanting to explore Greece with beautiful Greek women.  

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The last night of your honeymoon Jungkook crashes in your shared room drunk off his ass, a loud laugh escaping his lips as he shushes the mirror next to the entrance. “Fuck be quiet Jungkook don’t wake up Y/N remember” He scolds himself. You can hear the childish groan that releases from his lip “No I wanna wake up Y/N.” Your eyebrows furrow, at his drunken figure. Did he not see you on the couch? “Jungkook?” you asked confused. His head whipping around quickly; a huge smile plastered on his face “Y/N!! I got you wine and a couple of more things” He exclaims staggering across the room “I-I shouldn’t be the only one having fun on our honeymoon right” taking a seat right next to you on the couch as he drops a brown bag in your lap. “O-oh um” “Please.... I wanna have fun with you, it’s so boring to keep talking to people I don’t understand and don’t understand me.” You sit there in shock just staring at his openly chatty self “Please take some shots get drunk with me you never let loose” He begs as he reaches in the bag on your lap pulling out some nips.  

After a while you and Jungkook find your drunken selves on the beach, Jungkook laughing as you struggle to walk with the sand beneath your feet. Music rang in the air from one of the clubs near your villa, “Dance with me Y/N” Jungkook exclaims as he grabs your hand pulling you into his frame. His hands finding their way to your waist, guiding them against his hips. A soft groan releases from his lips as your drunken form begins dancing to the music. Turning yourself around pressing your ass against his now hard member.  

Both of you completely oblivious to the sensual way your bodies move against each other. Jungkook's hands firmly placed on your waist, His head resting on your shoulder as your hand reaches behind you. You find your fingers interlocking with his hair. His right hand wrapping around your chin as he angles your head so you are facing him. “I’m having a lot of fun Y/N” lips centimeters apart, the scent of whiskey, and vodka radiating off of him. ‘Brown and clear...You’re gonna have one hell of a day tomorrow Kookie’, you thought. His eyes drift to your lips as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. Your lips part slightly, his bottom lip finding its way in between his teeth as he leans in.  

‘He’s drunk Y/N you can’t take advantage of that he would be ignoring you right now if he wasn’t,’ you tell yourself trying to find the strength to reject his advances despite everything inside of you screaming to let him kiss you. 

You pull away quickly “I-I should get to bed I'm really tired” you state shyly as you rush back toward your villa. Jungkook’s trailing behind you, Once you reach your villa he finally speaks “thank you” you turn to look at him confused “F-for what?” 

He smiles “Hanging out with me, I don’t know being my friend even though I don’t really deserve it” You look at him sadly “You’ve been going through a lot being forced to marry someone you don’t love or can't even stand” He furrows his brows as he shakes his head “I can stand you Y/N, What I can’t stand is the fact that my father cares so little about me that he basically sold me off to your family. You had nothing to do with that you were a pawn in this just as much as I was” You nod slightly “I want us to try to be friends again, Jungkook” He rubs the back of his head looking at the ground “We haven’t been friends this entire time” 

“No idiot I meant like when we were in high school, except for the revenge porn stuff” You state matter of factly. You can see the way Jungkook shifts on his feet, anxious at the memory. “Oh- yeah of course you were my best friend and I really hated losing you like that honestly I was going-” You smile at him softly “Well we should get to bed, you’re really drunk and the past is the past we should leave it there no point in bringing up old possibly painful memories for both of us” You turn yourself around and make your way over to the bedroom in your shared villa. Since, you both have gotten to Greece you have been the one to sleep in the grandiose bed. You can hear Jungkook tossing and turning on the couch, since for the first time in 2 weeks Hes actually sleeping in your shared villa. You make your way out of bed and approach him “You should take the bed Kookie, you'll be really uncomfortable if you don’t and being hungover in an uncomfortable place isn't fun.”  

“N-no” He slurs, “T-the bed I-is for you it’s the least I can do since I’ve been a dick” You shake your head rapidly, yes you were a little tipsy but Jungkook was FADED; You still can’t help the way your heart races at his politeness. “I’ve slept in it every day so far, I don’t mind the couch tonight” Jungkook crosses his arms and pouts “S-so you don’t want to sleep next to me” you stare at him confused “I-I haven’t the whole trip Kook-ah" “I know” the pout on his face staying there “I wanted you to though, I hated waking up in some random room or house with a woman whose name I can’t pronounce” He whispered “Why did you then?”  

He groans as he stands up, grabbing your hand in the process and dragging both of your figures to the room. Jungkook continued to mumble under his breath. You can only catch the last bit of what he’s saying “I want to sleep next to you” you are about to say something when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to the large bed. “I want to hold you” He drunkly confesses “We used to cuddle all the time before; now you don’t even look at me and I hate it.” Youre stuck in a trance as he rubs circles on your waist. “I miss you Y/N I was so happy when my –hiccup- dad told me I was marrying you.” “You treated me like trash the whole time” you mutter. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you again, you only get hurt when I do” he whispers. “Jungkoo-” Your statement is cut off by his light snores and shallow breaths; He’s sleeping.  

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After your honeymoon you and Jungkook’s relationship has improved. He helped you move your things into the home his parents bought for us. Honestly none of us could even believe Jungkook actually came to the wedding let alone stayed in the house were supposed to share. 

 I’ve taken over the second bedroom to gain some solace from the hurricane that is his temper. There were days I would be greeted with Jungkook’s beautiful smile and the calmness would contain me. Others I’d walk out of my room and have a foreign object thrown in my direction. Jungkook and I would hang out on those days and talk until the sunset. Every morning I would have a cup of Jungkook’s favorite tea ready and set for him to begin his day properly.   

One morning I woke up extremely early, honestly at an ungodly hour. Tonight, was a particularly bad night, after our drunken adventure in Greece, Jungkook's drunken form rarely sought me out. Tonight, I figured would be no different. Until Jungkook came in the house and began taking his anger at our situation out on me. “YOU! YOU FUCKING DID THIS TO ME. YOURE THE REASON I CAN’T LIVE MY DAMN LIFE FUCK Y/N WHY CAN’T YOU MAKE THIS EASIER FOR ME AND DISAPPEAR” He shouted at you, deciding it was best to just ignore him and go to your bedroom. I can hear as he slams his bedroom door behind him.  

 After many attempts to fall asleep fail, I decide to go for a walk. As I run out the door, the world outside takes me over. I didn’t even realize how long it actually has been since I’ve left the house alone. The autumn wind rushing through the air as you make your way down the street. I find my mind drifting back to the days before your family informed you of the dowery. Jungkook hates you for being his wife but loves you for being his friend. I don’t understand anymore. My feet just move as I drift deeper into thought.  

The emotions I’ve been holding in begin to flow out as the tears burn my eyes. Finally feeling the pressure and change from this marriage. Losing track of time as I sit on a bench looking out to the Han River. The water is peaceful. The sounds of the city embrace me as I stare into the sunset. I don’t notice the hours pass until I begin to see traffic in the park pickup. I stand from my place on the bench and walk toward the bridge. Staring over the edge you contemplate jumping. Making everything easier on everyone. You feel utterly lost as the tears rush down your face. Shaking your head rapidly “no” you tell yourself as you make your way back, back to Jungkook, back to the life I no longer feel like leading.   

As the house came into view, and I saw 2 unfamiliar cars in the driveway. “Jungkook-ah I’m back is anyone he-” I shout as I walk into the house only to be cut off by the impact of Jungkook’s body colliding with mine. His breathing is heavy and a sigh of relief escapes him. His hands rushing to either side of my head as he looked me up and down. His chest heaving up and down rapidly. His eyes full of tears that were threatening fall. 

 “Fuck I thought something happened to you” he says examining my face. “Where were you? I woke up and tried to see if you wanted to go get breakfast and you weren’t answering the door, so I opened it and you weren’t there your bed is made where’d you sleep? I called your dad, man. I called MY dad” He doesn’t remember what he said to you last night. I smile at him apologetically as I notice the 2 men on the couch and I give them a polite bow. “I’m sorry Kook-ah I woke up really early and chose to go for a walk. I lost track of time and only made it home just now I’m okay; both of you did not need to take time out of your day to come here” you gesture toward your fathers. You can see Jungkook's father is completely stoic and uncaring, you avoid your fathers gaze as his figure trembled on the couch. 

“Y/N” Your father states just barely above a whisper as he looks you up and down “Dad I'm fine” You look at him, understanding his pointed worried gaze. “Y/N the last time you couldn’t sleep and went out for a walk I found you bleeding from your wrists in our neighbors pool” You can feel Jungkook's worried gaze on you. The awkwardness from the conversation growing around the room.  

“did that happen this time? and you have no right bringing that up it is a completely different situation” Your words do nothing to soothe him as you shove past Jungkook and lift your sleeves in his face “I’m fucking fine” You rush over to your front door slamming it open “Please excuse yourself, I'm tired and would like to go to bed after explaining to the husband YOU forced me to marry why I tried to kill myself, I apologize Mr. Jeon you did not have to take time out of your busy day to come here” Jungkook scoffs and mummers something under his breath. I walked the men out of the door, ignoring Jungkook’s hard stare at the back of my head as I said my goodbyes and apologized again.  

“Y/N” he whispered, you stood frozen in place at the front door. “What happened? Why’d your dad-” “It’s not particularly your business or your problem honestly Jungkook you’ve made it quite clear how you feel about me last night.” You cut him off curtly, finally making your way toward your bedroom “Y/N I was drunk last night I didn’t-” “WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHER NIGHTS” I shout “Look Jungkook, with the exception of our ‘honeymoon’ you don’t even want me around you drunk. You can’t stand to look at me and the ring on my finger knowing you got sucked into something you never wanted to do” Jungkook stood in his spot, trembling, “Y-Y/N it’s not like that-” “I don’t care anymore, honestly” You state curtly.  

“I'm your friend Y/N, do you not understand how fucking worried I was when I realized you weren’t here and I had no clue where you would go” I scoff at his statement “Maybe if you actually put effort into this ‘friendship’ You would have known” A pout forms on his already saddened face. “You’re right I should be a better friend to you and I will be” He promises.  

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Since that day, a few months back; Jungkook requests for me to let him know that I will be leaving so he does not start another panic; We’ve also dedicated Fridays as our friend date night, which usually just consists of us hanging out at our shared house watching movies and playing video games. As I exit the shower, Jungkook stops me as I walk toward my room “Hey, do you want to go out with me tonight?” Jungkook asks shyly. My heart sored at the question; I know he wasn’t asking in any romantic way. I just couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of leaving the house. I hadn't left much since moving in typically spending my days home or working, no time to really explore and go out “Yes! I mean yeah sure that sounds fun” I exclaim. After I have my hair out, in a wet curly look and throw on the most beautiful form fitting dress that I own and make my way to the door. Jungkook is standing there waiting on his phone. His eyes slowly scan up me and he swallows harshly as his eyes grow wide. “Uhm… Let’s…”  I smile at him and grab his hand and pull him out of the house interrupting him “Let’s go Jungkookie”   

The club was fun, Jungkook told me to have as much fun as I want since I rarely go out. Even so, I never leave the bar as Jungkook can obviously spot someone so he excuses himself from me exclaiming he will be back in like 10 minutes and runs off to the dance floor. Anxious about the crowd and my sudden loneliness; I pull myself into a dark corner at the end of the bar drunk patrons around me oblivious to presence. Feeling a hand on my ass and turn to see an unfamiliar handsome face. “Hey, um sorry to sound rude but can you like take your fucking hand off of me” I say shyly.  

The handsome man smiles and nods as he quickly pulls his hand off of my bottom “Sorry, I couldn’t get my footing with all the people I didn’t mean to…like touch you there I swear, I’m Mark” “Y/N” I say as I reach my hand out. He smiles and shakes my hand.” What are you drinking” He smiles “Malibu Pineapple” I reply politely. Mark orders me another and soon I’m feeling tipsy. His kind flirty personality only making you even more flustered, He smiles and places his hand on the small of your back as you talk. You check your phone only to see Jungkook has been gone for the better part of an hour; Mark’s deep voice pulling me out of my trance “SO… I hate to be THAT guy but are you here alone?” My eyes drift from my phone, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. “Oh I-” 

Before I can respond I feel a hand snake around my waist and the melodic voice I’ve come to secretly love comes from behind me “No she’s here with me…… her husband” Jealousy laced in his voice as he pulls me closer to him. “And were supposed to be having a good time together…without you”   

“Sorry man, I didn’t know she was married. You know…since she was standing here by herself for a while, and it looked like she didn’t seem to mind spending time with me” Mark smirks sarcastically. The anger is growing more and more evident on Jungkook’s face. “Excuse me?!?” Mark shifts and smiles to me ignoring Jungkook’s ever growing angry form. “You trying to go somewhere less crowded you look really uncomfortable with how many people are here” “Oh I don’t know” I state shyly, stepping back a little. “What Y/N I'm just trying to be nice ill bring you home. I just don’t trust this guy you know? Who leaves their wife alone in a bar like this for over an hour?” It's obvious that was the last straw as Jungkook pulls me behind him as he punches Mark in the face. Mark returns the blow, Jungkook's large form stumbling back at the power the other man had. “You want to keep talking shit asshole” Jungkook's loud voice rings out as he charges Mark again. I stood frozen in place from Jungkook's forceful grab. The bar hitting my back.  Soon security was separating the brawl and me and Jungkook were in the car on our way back to the house.   

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In the passenger seat I take in the details of Jungkook’s now bruised face. I shift my eyes back to the windshield, a pout evident on my face “Why was he with you, Y/N?” Jungkook questions the tone in his voice is obviously a sad and jealous one. “He just came up to and we started talking he bought me a couple drinks that’s all Kookie, I promise.” I whine. It’s happened on occasion after Jungkook swore to make up for not being a good friend to you; you guys would flirt and be all over each other, yet neither would make a real move. “Would you have gone home with him? Would you have let him fuck you?” He asks scared of the answer. “WHAT? NO! Jungkook-ah I swear nothing like that would have happened. I mean Mark was really attractive and I’m sure he would have shown me a great time but I just wasn’t interested in him, kookie” That answer seems to have settled him for now. The drive now growing silent. “Y-y/n?” Jungkook slurs “Yeah” “You ever thought about it?” “What?” I ask confused. “Sex, with me” He asks shyly. “Um Jungkook? How drunk are you did you-” “No that doesn’t count I mean recently?” He stammers out.  

“Honestly?” He nods rapidly “Yes I need you to tell me the truth because I'm gonna kiss you and I'm not trying to get slapped” He confesses. My eyes widen at his drunk confession “Oh I wouldn’t slap you if you kissed me” He smiles slightly “really? Would you stop me if I touched you like I want Baby?” lust filling his tone as his hand placed itself inside your thigh slowly rubbing up toward my core. A small whimper is released from my lips. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “You want me to stop y/n?” He asks cockily. I shake my head rapidly. “You want my fingers inside you don’t you baby?” I nod rapidly. 

 “Don’t worry baby girl I’ll do that for you.” he says as he pulls into the driveway. He runs to the passenger door and opens it for me as I get out and wrap my arms around him. “Oh yeah Kookie? Are you gonna make me cum for you?” I smirk the drunk naughty thoughts take over. Jungkook wraps his arms around my waist and for the first time tonight I smell the alcohol coming off Jungkook. He’s as drunk as I am or even more so, he presses his chest against my back and I feel a hard shaft against my ass. He peppers kisses up the side of my neck until his lips reach my ears “mmm Baby girl, I wanna eat your pussy so bad” He smacks my ass harshly as he lifts me and carries me into the home.   

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I wake up in Jungkook’s bed the next morning, events from last night come rolling in. We had sex, 4 times, I notice the coldness on the side of the bed from me. I make my way out of Jungkook’s room and dash toward the kitchen. Jungkook is sitting at the table on the phone back to the entrance. “I don’t know Jimin we fucked like 4 times Jimin but that’s all she helped me cum and I helped her that’s all it was” “No I don’t have feelings for her, we used each other Jimin, it wasn’t like that this guy was talking to her at the club and she told me she wasn’t going to go home with him but let’s be honest if I wasn’t there, she would have gone with him and I can’t have some slut for a wife” 

 “No man I just helped her cum so she doesn’t start going out for some rando guy to get her off she doesn’t really expect anything from it. She just wanted to cum that’s how good little whores do it and from last night I know she’s one of the best sluts I’ve ever met so easy to get her to do anything for me cause she’s a sub” “Look I got to go Jimin before she gets up, I got to get he out of my bed before she thinks I want her there all the time…. dude of course I’m gonna fuck her again it’s one of the best pussies I’ve ever had……your stupid dude bye”   

I rush to my room and lock the door. His words stab at my heart. Just some easy slut? That’s what he thought you were, because you let your guard down and gave yourself to the first person you’ve ever had sex with. Tears stream down my face as I hyperventilate a knock at my bedroom pulls me out of a trance. “Y/n-ie?” another knock “you, okay?” I shout from behind the door. 

 “Yeah…I’m fine” I hear slight shuffling “Did you want to go to breakfast maybe we can take a walk to Han River you said you like going there right?” His nervousness is evident through the door. “Um…Honestly Jungkook, I’m not feeling too good I’m like really hungover and I’d like to take a shower” to wash your scent and touch off of me. “Oh…. well can I join you then?” I shake my head no, god please no. “Y/N-ie? Babe?” my heart shatters at his words “Um I’m sorry Kookie but I really don’t feel like it” “Oh okay, um when you’re done can you come hang out and watch a that Invisible Man movie you wanted to see” “Um sure I’ll see you in a bit bye Jungkook” Jungkook’s face twists in to a pout behind the door.  

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After your shower you leave the room and walk down the hall “Jungkook?” before I pass his bedroom, I peak my head in and see Jungkook laying on his bed completely naked, eyes closed tight, stroking himself, moaning out your name. The sight is addicting I feel my own excitement building up at the sight of him. I try to back out of the room and accidentally slam into Jungkook’s bedroom door. His eyes shoot open and his hand leaves his member. “Y/N! I…UM…I WAS JUST….” I smile and walk toward him. “We’re you thinking about me Jungkook” I teased. He bites his lip “Were you thinking about last night or the fact that you missed fucking me hard into the shower” He sighs and nods “both” he mutters. His words from earlier out of my mind as I place my lips against his and let him take me for the 5th time in 24 hours.   

The way he pounds into me, his hair stuck to his forehead. “Fuck baby girl you take it so good, look at your pretty pussy taking this cock the way you should…. hmmm that’s my pussy baby girl” I moan in response “yes kookie-ah only yours” My climax builds fast as Jungkook’s thrusts get sloppy. “Yeah, oh baby girl I’m gonna cum so deep in your pussy” He exclaims as he captures his lips into mine. “All mine baby girl” he thrusts once more and I feel a warmth inside me as he kisses my neck.   

He gets up and runs to the bathroom. A loud ping comes through on the phone

   Areum<3: When are you going to divorce that ugly ass wife? Baby I got to spend time with you at the club but fucking in a bathroom then getting kicked out for a fight especially over her is crazy.  

My breath hitches and swells up in my throat as I read the message. He had sex with someone last night right before he had sex with me, he took my mouth last night. Disgust fills me up as I run to my bedroom. Opening the closet, I begin throwing my things in the luggage bag. “Baby did you want- what are you doing?!” Jungkook stopped at my door, a confused look on his face. 

 “I’m leaving Jungkook” I state as tears stream down my face. Panic rises on Jungkook’s face “why? You don’t want to be here anymore? Did I do something? I can fix it I swear but you can’t go…you can’t just go when we….” “Areum misses you and you should focus on one girl Jungkook-ah” I cut him off and realization dawns on his face as he runs to his room to grab his phone.

 The second the phone is in his hand he rushes out of his room and sees your retreating figure making your way to the door “Y/N-AH! DON’T GO PLEASE” You freeze the sound of his voice cracking “Areum is just some girl she’s not anyone don’t just assume because some girl texted me, she misses me that I’m going to run to her” “You were with her last night….you Fucked her last night not even an hour before you fucked me, my mouth” 

Jungkook shakes his head “No it’s not like that I swear like you said I fucked her, Baby girl I can’t fuck you. I make love to you please I’m begging you don’t go okay I know we haven’t been the best but I can fix this don’t do this not when I know I love you please” I shake my head and make my way to the door as Jungkook’s sobs grow. “Stop please” he reaches for the door and slams it shut. “You can’t just leave, not after what we just did, not when I love you, please” I smile at him lightly and press my lips against his.

 I feel his hands snake around my waist as he kisses me hard. I lose myself in his lips soon I reach for my luggage bag and rush out the door and into my car. Jungkook is banging on my passenger side window trying to open the door tears streaming down his face “please, stop, stop the car, get out please stay with me, BABY PLEASE” he shouts as I reverse and drive off the last sight, I have is Jungkook chasing my car with tears streaming down his face   

[riversofmars]

December 1st   December 2nd   December 3rd   December 4th

December 5th   December 6th   December 7th

The Doctor breathed a little easier as they exited the shop, leaving the other Doctors to make their own deductions. “Right okay, this is bad, this is real bad…“

“Does that mean there are other Timelords here?“ Yaz asked as they walked to the centre of the square, away from the shop. They stopped by the huge Christmas tree, the most central point from which they could easily look up and down the streets.

“It means there are other MEs here. There are no more Timelords, they all died, except me.“ The Doctor retorted pacing a little as her mind raced, working through different scenarios, just as she expected her former selves were.

“Damn…“ Ryan mumbled. The Doctor rarely spoke of what happened on Gallifrey after she had sent them back to Earth. They had always presumed it was a sort of catastrophic event after what the Master had done, but that was even worse than they had imagined. All the nicknames they had heard used for her over the years were beginning to ring more true. The lonely God… she really was, wasn’t she.

“But why? What made us come here?“ The Doctor huffed, searching for possible explanations as she looked around.

“You suggested it.“ Graham pointed out. “I mean, it’s a lovely place.“

“Yeah, I could really go for some gingerbread right about now…“ The Doctor mused as the smell took over her senses for a moment. She shook her head, clearing it, she couldn’t get distracted. “Something must be pulling us all here. Not just the same place but the same time.“ She said, gesturing around herself. “I’m usually very careful not to cross my own timeline, lots of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, it gets really complicated. I don’t have the memories from my other selves of this though, it’s all a blur, that really should have been a clue… I just remember that I used to come here with the others, there is like this draw… why didn’t I see that before?“ She was at a loss. She should have noticed her memories of these trips were faulty, shouldn’t she? And what if she did and something made her ignore it anyway?

“Then we must find out what it is.“ Yaz said firmly.

“Yes, because if we don’t, if even one of my past selves gets stuck here or dragged into whatever this is, gets themselves killed or… it would create a paradox that could rip all of space and time apart.“ The Doctor mused, placing her hands on her hips.

“That would be a very 2020 thing to happen.“ Yaz sighed.

“Checks out…“ Ryan agreed.

“It might as well happen.“ Graham shrugged.

“No, it may not, let’s go.“ The Doctor clapped her hands together.

“Let’s go!“ Eyebrows, Bowtie and Sandshoes clapped their hands together in unison.

“They really are the same person, aren’t they…“ Bill mumbled to the other companions.

“Terrifying isn’t it. Here I was thinking one is a handful.“ Donna had to agree.

“Donna!“ The three Doctors snapped glaring at her.

“This is going to be a lot of fun…“ Rory sighed sarcastically.

“Are you okay?“ Amy noticed that River had gone very quiet.

“Yeah, fine…“ She waved it off quickly, drawing herself from her own thoughts.

“What is it?“ Amy could tell when her daughter wasn’t okay and this was one of those times.

“It’s just… I thought he’d know… I thought it was him that brought me back…“ River forced a smile. “But he doesn’t know, none of them do…“

“You know with all the time travel and stuff… maybe it really just hasn’t happened yet. One problem at a time, yeah? You’re here now, that’s what matters.“ Amy tried not to think too much about the fact that her daughter had been dead for a time, that the Doctor had known of her death and never said anything, not to anyone. She looked to Sandshoes, the youngest Doctor here, the one to see her die and keep that secret henceforth. It pained her so much to think that in the end, River had been with a Doctor that didn’t even know her, didn’t know how much he would grow to love her, and couldn’t be the comfort she had needed at the time. She pushed the thoughts away and focused on the fact that her daughter was alive and well. She grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re okay. And you can work out the how later. Let’s solve one mystery at a time.“

“It must be something about this time and place.“ River mused, trying to focus her attention to something more productive. “It’s almost like a black hole in time, and they’re all being dragged into it.“

“Sounds a lot more menacing when you put it like that.“ Amy huffed.

“Well, it is… Fourteen Timelords in one place… If they’re all the Doctor, and they might be… that’s a lot of time streams with the potential to create a lot of havoc.“

“I suggest we best split up, look for anything suspicious and meet back here in an hour?“ Sandshoes suggested as they stepped outside the ornament store and looked around. Around them, people were getting on with their Christmas shopping, oblivious to the uneasiness the Timelords were feeling.

“Before we go, can we get some burned almonds cause they smell amazing…“ Bill pointed to the stand that was a little to their right. “Like I get this is turning into another adventure or whatever but we did come here for the Christmas cheer, right?“

“I’d like to go with her!“ Bowtie announced, sharing her excitement for Christmas treats.

“Everyone take their own companions with you, no need to strain the time streams any more than necessary.“ River interrupted sternly before anymore confusion could set in and all the Doctors were quick to nod.

“She’s got a good grip on you, hasn’t she.“ Donna smirked elbowing her Doctor who rolled his eyes.

“Right then, get your nuts so we can be on our way.“ Eyebrows sighed gesturing for Bill to go to the almond stand.

“I don’t usually go for nuts so it’s a nice treat.“ Bill grinned waiting for a response to her joke to which Eyebrows just covered his face with his hand in resignation.

“Right then, come along Ponds!“ Bowtie waved his companions along.

“Come on, River.“ All three Doctors said in absolute unison and looked back at each other in confusion, each one assuming she would come with them.

[killemwithkawaii]

this is random, ik, but a song that reminds me of you and sal is therefore you and me by eve! searching up the lyrics might be helpful tho too - m.f

Dude I listened to this while reading the English translation of the lyrics and I got fucking EMOTIONAL FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK I JUST FGAFIGAIF QWQ IT FITS SO WELL WITH THE WHOLE ‘MEET THE FISHERS’ AU STORYLINE BARE WITH ME FOLKS (especially the newcomers bc you will be totally lost if you didn't go back and read through my posts from October and November lol):

‘Hole in the pot, Curry with no meat. It’s not filled up because there’s seconds to have?’

Every relationship L.S.S. and my alternate selves had was unfulfilled- they had a fun start, they went well for a while, but they ultimately met tragic ends that left Sal feeling empty and wanting more, which is why he kept up his search for other Mitchs while he was hopping universes- to keep his promises to them and to finally have a relationship with one of them that left him satisfied.

'Don't ever let go of what's beloved,

"you are love itself!"'

The chance that they would be in the next universe he jumped to was something that kept Sal going through all the hardship he was forced to face over and over and over again. Not letting go of the idea of them kept him tethered to his sanity and gave him hope that his endless existence could get better, if only for a lifetime.

'As a result of acquiring, As a result of losing (you and me, you and me, you and me, lovey-dovey) As a result of living, As a result of dying (you and me, you and me, you and me, lovey-dovey)' 'but you see, that's not correct because you have chosen and as a result, it's ironic how you're here but shunned like you were a ghost but you see, that's just fine, don't gloss it over and say that's terrible Because, I and myself, we're all ghosts very selfish ghosts'

Sal gained and lost so much more than he ever anticipated he could during his journey, and it fundamentally changed him- 5,000+ years of hopping timelines and trying and failing to save the ones you love (including five unique Mitchs) in an infinite loop will do that to you. But he pressed on until he absolutely couldn't take any more, until he decided he would rather walk endlessly in the void than face another failure, which is how he ended up stumbling upon this universe at all. Jaded, desperate and on the brink of insanity, a shadow of his former self, he'd lost touch with his original morals and he went through any means necessary to find me in this universe- despite the fact I was not the other Mitchs he'd found and fallen in love with, and despite my love for him being self-serving and based on stories about him, not on who he actually is.

'As a result of trusting, as a result of being betrayed As a result of being by you as a result of not noticing'

He put so much faith in his assumptions about me, based on my alternate selves and my art, that he refused to believe that I didn't have any memories of our past relationships and kept pushing me to recall events from other universes. This was the first time a Mitch had out-right rejected him from the get-go, and he just couldn't accept that kind of perceived betrayal, so he spiraled further into denial and kept on pushing. Meanwhile, the idea of the person who brought me so much comfort was suddenly very real and not at all how I imagined them to be, so i felt like my entire way of coping had been taken away by the very thing that helped me to cope. All this after I found out he had been stalking me and planning out how to best worm his way into my life for months, and I was totally oblivious to all of it.

‘So we can live? So we can die? (forever, forever lovey-dovey) What do you know and what will you choose?'

Based on all the other timelines, Sal was convinced that I would die in November if he stuck around, and chose to (try to) leave this timeline before it could happen. By the time October ended, i knew I would die with or without him, and we couldn't have the happy ending he had been searching for if he left- so, I chose to make him stay. After a month of me going off the deep end and holding him captive, we both made it to December alive, and we made the decision to stay together forever (or, at least as long as our bodies will last in this universe)...

God it's just too perfect im sorry this got so long but this song hit thank you so much for the recommendation m.f-chan ldkasjdf qwq 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[bangtan-dreamland]

Winter Coffeeshops [2]

Prompt: "Stop being so attractive."

Pairing: ksj x reader

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: reader gets propositioned by creeps (but Jin comes to rescue her immediately!!)

Summary: Kim Seokjin is attractive, that is a fact of life that you are familiar with. But one observation leads to a careless remark and opens up a world of new realities for you- you like him, your bestfriend, more than you really should- you panic.

Trying to convince yourself that you don't is a challenge and a half, but all it really does is seal the nail on the coffin.

Genre: slowburn, friends to ‘holy shit I have a crush on him’ while the other is oblivious

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Kim Seokjin is the kind of person that girls and boys dream of when they think about love and marriage and the future.

He may have started his title of being “Worldwide Handsome”, but the moniker rings true to him, in every single way and you know many would agree that even beyond his looks, Seokjin is attractive in every way. From the way he smiles, his laughter, his confidence, his talent in cooking- the way he looks after his members that alludes to his caring personality and his big heart… yes, Kim Seokjin is truly someone that you don’t doubt would be a blessing to the person he fell in love with.

Still, as you watch him easily converse with the audience in their fan meeting, you can’t help but smile in wonder as you contemplate the events of the last few months that led you to the moment right now.

Right now, you’re sitting in BTS’ fan meeting with the staff, watching your bestfriend and your other, but still very dear, friends be their goofy, adorkable selves and charm everyone in the room. Six months ago you never would have believed this would be happening, but here you are.

When you moved to Seoul and settled in your new job, you weren’t quite sure where to go from there. Jin-Seokjin was not the type to text often, being someone who preferred to call rather than text. Still, with the new schedule thrust upon you by your new job, having the time for phone calls longer than a few minutes during work was a feat that you weren’t quite able to manage. Add in the hectic schedule that he and the rest of his members did, and the two of you were barely able to talk to each other the first month that you moved.

It changed for the better when they arrived back in Seoul, and the moment they received the news of a day off he had immediately called you to arrange a hang out together. You proposed a visit to a few coffeeshops you liked in the area- he agreed and as luck would have it, the two of you were able to have the day together, having fun. It felt as if you were both back in time to when you were sitting in Little Coffeeshop, reading books together while eating dessert (mostly you) and drinking coffee (mostly him). However their day offs were rare, and soon enough he was off and busy again.

Both of you started calling each other nightly as compromise- the only time when the two of you had enough time to even breathe from your respective workloads.

Only a few calls in, though, and you found yourself speaking to Jeon Jungkook, golden maknae of BTS and more importantly, your best friend’s brother (in all ways but one).

‘Hi!’ You could faintly hear then people talking in the background, which wasn’t anything amiss since the two of you started calling each other, but the whirr of the vehicle and the unfamiliar-but-also-very-familiar voice was a surprise. ‘Hyung fell asleep early, so I hope you don’t mind it’s me you’re talking to.’

‘Jeon Jungkook,’ you murmured, shock evident in your tone and you swore you could hear him chuckle, albeit shyly.

It had taken only a single phone call, and after that you met the rest of the boys one by one, even if it was only by phone calls, texts or video calls. It took them some time to trust you, what with you being someone wholly new to them, but eventually you grew to become close with the other boys as well.

Coming back to the present, you see the fan meet drawing to a close. The boys stand up, taking a bow- and when they raise their heads again, you see Seokjin’s gaze meet yours.

And when he throws a kiss at the audience (at you, he throws the kiss in your exact direction, you know it), you playfully pretend to catch it, cheeks becoming pink but laughing when he throws a second kiss, even more grandiose in his gesture the second time. Armys go wild, and you can’t help sharing a grin with him as they exit.

Yes, here you are, working your way towards your dream, but more importantly, you’re accompanied by friends, ones you know you can trust and sincerely enjoy being with. It’s different from the life you were living six months and three weeks ago, starting with that meeting in the coffeeshop you now both adore and you smile.

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The next time you come into their dorm, Hobi opens the door for you with a sunny smile. The dorm is quiet- almost eerily so, but considering that when you normally enter, all if not most of the boys is inside, lively and loud, it isn’t that much of a surprise.

You still wonder though why Hobi asked you to come in earlier than the time Seokjin originally called to tell you, but as you sit on their couch (the three maknae really did a good job picking out their new couch- it’s soft, soft enough that you could sink your whole body into it and you’re half certain they picked so they could have sleepovers in the living room) and the two of you talk about the past week’s events, the answer soon reveals itself when you two start laughing over the last fan meeting’s events.

“Guess who I saw staring at Jin-hyung then.” Hoseok’s grin is wide and teasing when he turns to you. You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to decide if he’s joking or teasing and unsure where the conversation is heading.

“... everyone?” 

Hoseok sighs at your answer, a mock-disappointed look on his face as he tries to stare you down, though you can see the amusement in his eyes.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” The whine in his tone makes you chuckle,  but you hold on to your confused expression.

“Then what?”

“You, of course,” he deadpans, before his features melt into a teasing grin. You can’t help but laugh loudly at his reply. What’s there to be surprised about?

“He’s my best friend, I think that gives me the right to stare more than anyone,” you grin, amused. “Besides, he’s very pretty, who wouldn’t want to look?”

“Yah, but to the point where you were looking at hyung, and only Jin-hyung, all evening? I bet you didn’t even notice Jimin trying to wrestle with Kook and failing terribly. Everyone was so noisy then.” Hoseok raises his eyebrows, suspicious and yet with an intent in his eyes that you can’t read.

“That’s not-“ you're taken aback, surprised at Hoseok’s insistence on this topic.. “I did notice that.” Did that really happen though? You aren’t sure, but considering it’s been brought up, you go for the safer option and affirm with Hoseok.

Several beats of silence pass, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve said the wrong answer.

“You did, hm?” Hoseoki’s face is now smug, and you still as you realize the trap he just laid out for you. “That’s funny, because it never happened.”

You fool, you big idiot! You can’t help internally screaming as you feel yourself flush with embarrassment at being caught.

“Your face is super red,” Hoseok sing-songs, chuckling at the end. You make sure he sees you roll your eyes at him before covering your face with a pillow. Hoseok finally chuckles before wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you. “Ahhh, it’s okay! I won’t tell him you like him.”

“What do you mean, ‘I like him’?!” Your muffled squeak can be faintly heard from the pillow you’ve smooshed your face into, but the red spreading to even your ears can be seen loud and clear, moreso when you look up at him in surprise halfway through your sentence. “What’s this even about!?”

Hobi gives you a bright, sunny, supportive smile and explains.

“I mean it’s obvious you have romantic feelings for Jin-hyung,” he says, as if it’s no big deal, like ‘Oh, I can see you like my older-brother-in-all-but-blood’. “Oh, but don’t worry! It’s only obvious to me, though. I don’t think anyone else has noticed yet.”

“I- I don’t like Jin in that way, Hobi,” you huff, unsure how you even got into this conversation.

“You don’t,” he says in disbelief, eyebrow raised again.

“I don’t!”

“Really? Because I’ve seen the way you look at him. That’s not to mention all the other small things that show how much you care about hyung, that you put him first above everyone and everything .“ His voice falls a little quieter, but his gaze at you is still as intense as before. You don’t like it- it feels as though he can see right through to your soul, and you don’t want to agree with what he says, even if it turns out to be true.

“You know… it’s okay with us, if you want to date hyung, right? Even Yoongi-hyung, who was initially wary about you warmed up. We see you as our friend, too, and we trust you. You wouldn’t want hyung for his title or his looks or money. With you, I know Jin-hyung is in good hands.”

“Hobi…” You finally say, moved but also overwhelmed. “You just said it’s only you who knows.”

“Doesn’t mean we haven’t talked about if you two were to fall for each other though,” he shrugs, a hint of mischief in his smile, moving away after giving you one more supportive squeeze.

You flounder a little after the revelation, unsure how to proceed. What are you even supposed to say in regards to that?

It seems, however, that the conversation is cut to a close only moments after, sparing you from having to react to Hoseok’s information with anything but confusion and surprise. The sound of groceries being set down on the dining table alerts you to the arrival of the rest of the boys. You try to school your expression into something more neutral before Seokjin enters the living room, but you fail anyway and he raises a curious eyebrow at your face.

“Ya! Hobi, what were you saying to my best friend?”

“It was nothing, Jin,” you mumble, sending a pleading look to Hoseok. Thankfully enough, he gets the hint.

“Hyung, I was telling her about that time you slipped and fell on the ice rink,” he says, chuckling. Seokjin’s face reddens in embarrassment, hands going to his hips and a defensive posture in place.

“Wha- I didn’t slip and fall, I just-“

You sneak a glance at Seokjin as he starts ranting, and this time as you look at him, really look at him, you’re frozen. It’s as if you’re seeing him in a brand new light. What seemed to be little whispers before in your mind now seem to scream , and they all say the same thing-

Your bestfriend is really hot, and kind and sweet, and as one of the girls (you don’t dare assume you’re the only one, platonically or not) who gets to be close to him, there’s no denying the attraction you feel for him.

“Shit.”

You ignore Hoseok’s bright cackling, ignore Seokjin’s surprised squawk, ignore Taehyung and Jungkook coming over to ask what’s happening- you tune them all out and try your best not to scream.

You’re in deep trouble.

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It’s been a week since then (that night in particular ended up being partly a disaster- you were so distracted the whole time, that you’re pretty sure if it wasn’t for Hobi, you would have all but broadcasted to the rest of the guys the inner panic ongoing in your head. As it is, they’re convinced you’ve been worried only about your work. Oh, if only…) and you still can’t cope with the realization that you might have a crush on literal Worldwide Handsome Kim Seokjin, your best friend.

It’s ridiculous. It’s the ultimate cliché, and a recipe for heartbreak. You, Miss Plain Jane liking one of the most extraordinary human beings ever to grace the earth- how on earth did your heart not realize that. Because the heart doesn’t listen to reason, you answer yourself and groan.

Just then, your phone starts ringing, and you answer it without a care, too deep in your woes. “Yeah?”

“Yah, what way is that to answer your best friend?”

You splutter in surprise, taken aback when the very person you’ve been thinking about is somehow the same person you’re talking to right now. “Jin!? Wait, no, that was a stupid question. Of course it’s you,” you stammer replies in quick succession.

Seokjin’s chuckle can be heard through the phone, loud and clear, and you try not to bury your face in your heads because your heart is fucking palpitating from hearing it. What’s worse is imagining Seokjin’s face as he chuckles, your mind takes you back to all the times he’s laughed, eyes shut, head tilted back as he claps in sheer amusement. You used to think his reactions to his jokes were half of what made them funny- now, you realize with a distant sense of alarm that it’s also very much cute, and, god forbid, hot.

You do not appreciate all these new discoveries, damn Hobi.

With the amount of internal panic you’re going through, you almost miss the most important part of Seokjin’s message. “-should we pick you up tomorrow? You said your car’s currently at the repair shop so…”

“Uh- pick me up for what again?” You wince even as you say it, knowing that Seokjin will take note you are- you’ve been- acting off.

“Yah, I just told you, we’re going eating out tomorrow, drinking a little too,” he repeats. You still, panicking yet again. “You are coming, right…?” The hopeful tone in his voice makes you deflate. There’s no way you can refuse after hearing him plead with you.

“I will. Uh- just send me the time and place for tomorrow, I’ll meet with you at the venue,” you promise.

“Thanks,” You aren’t sure how to describe it, but you swear you can feel Seokjin grin through the phone, and it makes you smile too.

Whatever. It’s just a dinner, right…? You can survive that much at least.

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“Help,” you all but bemoan into the phone, despair lacing your tone. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t like him- I can’t! … But, I can’t deny sometimes I feel like I have a crush on him… what do I do…? That’s not adding how I’m going drinking with him and our friends tomorrow…”

Hours later and here you are, ringing up your friend (and also co-worker) for help. You’re thankful for the way she lets you rant and offers you solid advice, and this time isn’t an exception.

When she speaks your name though, it’s laced with such exasperation you’re not sure whether to be offended or not. Then again, you may have spent a little more than an hour trying to explain your situation to her.

“You know what, let me lay out an option for you. All I’m saying,” she says with a sigh,” is that if you’re sure that you have absolutely no romantic feelings for this ‘friend’ of yours, then you should have no trouble asking someone out on a date if you put your effort in it.”

“For one, that’s random… and I’ve never actually asked someone out on a date,” you weakly reply.

“Then talk to someone new, and get their number, at the very least. That or their social media.”

“How does that prove I don’t have feelings for him?” You quietly point out.

“If you can talk to them long enough and keep yourself looking on track and interested, and with your head not off to lala land with your bestfriend slash crush, if you can keep your focus on them, then that means that they don’t occupy your mind as much as you think, not when it comes to things like that,” she elaborates with a patient tone, one that people might use when talking to a toddler, and you roll your eyes.

In the end though, you agree to the plan. It’s better than nothing, you suppose. Most of all though, you’re just really tired of being on the ‘does she or does she not’ fence of whatever this is.

You’re not in love with your best friend, you can’t be. So if this helps your heart see clearer, be in tune with what your mind says… then you’re willing to give it a try.

You can do this, you tell yourself. You’ll show up at the celebration, eat and drink with the boys, find a random stranger to chat with and prove to yourself that you’re not smitten with your best friend. You take another look at yourself in the mirror and nod.

You’re dressed comfortably but cutely, or at least you hope you are, since you took your co-worker’s fashion advice with your outfit. A soft, cream sweater dress that subtly shows off your figure paired with jeans and your favorite pair of sneakers- this will do, you hope.

Your phone lets you know that Hobi just texted you something- and when you open it, a picture of the seven of them arriving at the restaurant is attached. He’s asking where you are- the more-than-generous amount of emojis makes you laugh, some of your nerves leaving you. When he mentions that Seokjin was about to call you again though, you feel them settle right back in, but you steel your nerves anyway.

“Showtime,” you mutter to yourself.

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“Noona! You came!”

Taehyung’s voice is loud, and bright. You feel yourself smile as the rest of the boys waves at you, already seated at their reserved table- the maknae line on one side, and the hyung line on the other. There’s an empty spot opposite Seokjin, that’s obviously reserved for you. It’s par the usual- the boys will usually leave you a seat either next or opposite Seokjin, but this time, a part of you wishes they hadn’t. How are you supposed to keep yourself in check when you’re so close to him?

“Of course I came, I said I would, didn’t I?” You reply to him, taking the offered seat anyway, knowing that if you didn’t, they’d definitely notice something was wrong with you. If they hadn’t already last week, you suppose.

“Yeah, but you’re unusually late tonight. We weren’t sure if you would actually come.”

“But she did,” Seokin says, coming to your defense. He then looks at you, winking. “Good thing that she did too, who else is going to help me keep you children in line?”

You feel your lips curl in a shy smile. Seokjin takes another look at you- then he grins, and, leaning close, he tells you, “You look beautiful. You really dressed up for us?”

He says this with an amused grin, and you scoff and punch him on the arm, even as you blush. He noticed!

“I dress up for no one but myself,” you snark. As if on cue, the waiter arrives at your table, and the food is served promptly. As the food is laid out, your heart warms as you find that your usual favorites have been ordered. You sneak a look at Seokjin- he winks at you, and it feels as though there’s a butterfly in your stomach.

You take a bite of your food in answer and try to demonstrate how much you appreciate it. He laughs- the butterfly in your stomach flutters around even more.

As time passes, you rethink your initial thoughts about this outing. You thought you could handle dinner with the boys- and, oh, the hammer is definitely up in the air right now, but you’re pretty sure it’s leaning to no.

Because all through dinner, you find it hard to take your eyes off a certain someone- a certain wide-shouldered, handsome, cute, giggly, punny, someone.

Dinner with BTS, with your friends, was usually a noisy affair full of jokes and laughter- and truth be told, this time is not much different if at all. However, what is different this time round is the magnetic pull of attraction Seokjin now held over you- one that you couldn’t help but realize more and more the longer the time you spent with him.

Had his laughter always been so sweet to the ears? His eyes hypnotic? You could stare into them all day- that was no exaggeration. Defined features that you only ever saw aesthetically pleasing, now makes you wonder. What would it feel like to gently run your hands through his hair?

And oh, the way he subtly keeps an eye on everyone, never forgetting to look out for them- especially the youngest members. Even when he’s cracking jokes, bursting into laughter, sometimes messing with the others, he never fails to notice if someone’s near the edge of their seat (Jimin, who laughs too hard and has a history of falling off chairs), if they’re too rowdy and about to break something (Namjoon, who, with his habit of slapping the table while laughing has a few glasses close to dropping), or if anyone needs help (Taehyung and Jungkook, who’s pretty much devoured all the food on their side of the table and is subtly reaching out to the other end to sneak off more pieces of chicken).

Seokjin, inside and out- he really is amazing. It’s nothing new to you, you’ve always known that, and the time you’ve spent together only reinforces that fact. However, now, there’s something more to that sentence in your head.

Honestly speaking, your head has been off in la la land for so long, it’s not a surprise you get called out. That it is by one of the maknae, and therefore more liable to tease you, is something that makes you inwardly groan.

“Yah, noona, you’ve been really quiet tonight.” Jimin’s pout is a devastating weapon, one that you don’t blame anyone for giving in to because it really is that powerful. Directed to you now, with the added cuteness that is the whine in his tone, as much as you want to be annoyed you feel like bopping his nose instead.

“Yeah, now that you mention it…” Taehyung suddenly chimes in as well, cheeks already red from the alcohol. “It was like this last week too! Who’re you thinking about?”

You choke on the food you’ve started eating in the hopes that they see it and not talk to you. Instead, all it seems to do is spur them on, smiles becoming grins, amusement turning into mischievousness.

“You’re blushing!”

“Wait, really? Ahhh, then that means you’re falling in love, right!?”

“Who is it, who is it!?”

It’s like opening pandora’s box- their curiosity now that they’ve correctly guessed what’s on your mind is unsatiable.

“Guys!” You purse our lips, unsure how to get out the situation. You chance a peek at Seokjin, but he also has a teasing grin on his face. Still though, you’re not exactly blind to the brief flash of surprise on his face.

“I’m not- in love,” you deadpan as best you can. “What made you come to that conclusion anyway?” You roll your eyes for added effect, poking Jimin on his cheeks.

“You stare off into the distance,” Jungkook starts, a shit-eating grin prominent on his face. Hoseok, cackling, joins in, “And you’ve had this blush on your face all evening even though you didn’t drink much!”

“You didn’t even react when Namjoon broke one of the plates,” Yoongi points out. Namjoon grins sheepishly at that.

“Can’t be related to work- you’d be ranting about by now if it was,” Taehyung slyly adds. “And if it was something else like a bad day or a mistake, you’d be bemoaning it.”

“Therefore, the only conclusion is that you met someone and something must have happened,” Namjoon concludes, and the six of them stare at you, all with ranging looks of curiosity and mischievousness on their faces (save for Yoongi, who only cocks an eyebrow at you) and you groan.

How the heck do you get out of this situation…?

Your eyes dart around, flitting from one person to the other, hands fidgeting more and more when-

“Yah, lay off, you guys. Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?”

Seokjin’s reprimand brings breath of fresh air to your lungs. Instantly do they back off, chagrined looks on their faces. Each member mumbles out a sorry, and you wave your hands around.

“It’s okay.” You shrug it off, knowing how they can be. “It’s just- you know how I get when I’m asked about my love life,” you let out a depreciating laugh. “I really didn’t meet anyone new though. I’m just-“ crap. You really should think your sentences before saying them, really. You continue on, pushing yourself forward, “-remembering all the times I’ve seen you guys act like a family, especially in the videos I’ve seen on the internet. It’s cute,” and to convince them even more, you add, “Although it’s kind of embarrassing to let you guys know I’m reminiscing about all those times.”

“So we’re still the number one boys in your life?” Seokjin grins at you, and you giggle.

“Yeah, you are. It’s hard to dethrone you guys,” you say, a soft smile in place, and if your words are more for him than they are for your friends, well, no one has to know.

Jimin slings an arm around you, the cheer radiant on him, and you chuckle in response. He starts a conversation with Taehyung over the game they finished yesterday- and, finally free from the earlier inquisition, you turn back to Seokjin. Leaning in, you beckon him close, deeming it okay since the others are well drunk by now- not enough that they’d have huge trouble getting home, but they wouldn’t notice you two being more close than usual.

“Thanks,” you whisper to him, pouring all the gratefulness and sincerity you have in that one word. He winks at you, before turning to scold Hoseok and Taehyung for dancing too wildly- the other patrons are starting to stare.

You laugh along with the other boys- honestly, they’re always a riot. Still, the faint ache in your head tells you that even though you’re only halfway to your limit, you need a moment of silence to center yourself and your thoughts- something that is impossible around them.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you announce. Seokjin nods at you, and you think you see a few of the members yell out an okay or something along those lines, most of them busy with reenacting scenes from a kdrama that’s been popular recently. Personally you think it’d go better if Hoseok would stop giggling after every line, considering it’s a serious scene, but the rest of them think it’s hilarious so you guess it’s okay.

The trip to the bathroom is short, if not a little bit spooky- it’s eerily quiet, but then compared to how loud your friends were, it’s kind of a given. You finish your business quickly, relishing in how the cold water makes your head feel clearer than before from the alcohol.

When you step outside though, you find yourself in a problem.

Your rotten luck- and you can’t help but grimace when you realize just how cliché but very much nerve wracking it is- lands you in the sights of two guys who seem to be waiting for the bathroom to be unoccupied. Seeing you come out, though, the looks on their faces change into interest and you wince.

A part of you remembers your friend’s advice, but you throw that quickly out the window.

“Are you alone?”

If their looks alone doesn’t give off major creep vibes, you think, what they just said did.

“I’m not,” you flush, a part of you intimidated and an equally large part of you mad. Your gaze swivels around, screaming for help, even as you grip your bag in your hand, readying yourself to swing it if the need arises. “Can I just pass through?”

“Don’t be that way,” one of them leers, leers at you, eyes tracing over your body and you can’t help the shudder that runs through you. “We just want to talk. It’s not everyday we get to see a gorgeous lady by herself.” The compliment only makes you shiver from disgust.

The hallway is currently empty, and you can’t believe your luck- there had better be something ridiculous happening in the main room of the restaurant right now, for no one to be coming through the bathroom’s hallway!

One of the men steps closer to you, practically caging you in. They lean close, and you’re just about to swing your bag when-

You hear someone shout your name, loud and bright and laughter evident in the tone. The douches in front of you are clearly taken back in surprise at the sudden appearance of none other than Kim Seokjin, your bestfriend- your knight, and while you could have hit them with your bag and used the pepper spray you keep on your person at all times, you feel nothing but sheer relief at his arrival. While your almost captors are surprised though, you take that moment to slip from their grasp and hug Seokjin, burying your face in his chest. If he can feel the way that your body trembles, you hope he doesn’t say anything, nor to the calm façade you’re trying to keep up (with better success now that he’s here).

“Jin.” You say his name as if it’s a prayer, trying to signal at him with your eyes about the two men behind the two of you. “I was just about to get back to our table, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassures you, smile still fixed on his face. He pulls your body closer to him, close enough that you can’t see what’s going on. “I was just about to get you, though. Someone has to help me regulate these kids- we’ve already received some looks because the maknae started imitating Joon’s dance moves.”

And although he strokes your hair comfortingly, you assume he’s done something, because the next moment, you turn your head back and see the two men scampering away like cats that had their tail stepped on.

You look back up at him. There’s still the faint, ever present red flush to his cheeks that indicate he’s not fully sober, you’re near the back of a restaurant and everyone would go looking for you two should you take too long but you could cry at this moment, the realization that you almost got assaulted weighing down on you heavily. Seokjin, it seems, senses that you’re about to have a breakdown, because he takes out his phone and messages the boys.

“Come on, let’s get some fresh air,” Seokjin murmurs, tone soothing and he leads you a balcony off to the side. It’s well-placed- near enough, that you could hear the sounds from the main room of the restaurant, but in a hidden corner that should you choose, no one would be able to see you.

Outside, the cold sea breeze helps you feel more awake, the chill settling around the two of you- but then, no, you shiver and Seokjin places his coat on you.

“Jin.” You look up at him with concern in your eyes. “You’re going to get cold too. It’s alright, I should’ve brought my coat.” But even as you say it, you already know what his answer is going to be- sweet, caring Seokjin who always takes care of the people he loves.

“I’ll be fine, I need to sober up anyway. Can’t let the kids get too wild,” he says, throwing a wink your way. “Besides, I couldn’t bear to sea my best friend freezing, could I?”

You chortle, feeling something lighter replace the feeling in your chest. “Jin,” you gently admonish, even as you feel your lips curl into a smile.

“What, it wasn’t good?” Seokjin grins, before he starts another joke. “Alright, how about this one- what’s red, but smells like blue paint?”

Even as he’s saying it, he’s giggling, and you groan even as you smile. “Jin, that’s so overdone!”

“Red paint!” He bursts out laughing at his joke, and you really want to be mad, you do, but how can you when his reactions are priceless themselves? “Oh, come on, humour me,” he chortles at the additional pun he slips in.

You aren’t sure just how long the two of you stand there, in a world of your own, the party long forgotten. Seokjin stands close to you, hand curled around yours protectively- the familiar warmth of it making you feel safe. You share jokes and funny anecdotes with each other, and you tire yourselves out laughing hard, at each other, at the two of you.

“Thanks for saving me back there,” you finally say, the fear from the situation you found yourself in a few hours ago having been replaced by warmth. “I mean, I could’ve handled the situation myself,” you clarify, not wanting to be seen as helpless. “But… you helped me get out of there faster and safer.”

“I’m your best friend.” Seokjin says this as if it’s a fact, as if it is something written in the stars. You can easily hear the subtle connotations under his words, the promises and the warmth and-

Your heart, oh, your heart.

“Sorry for worrying you though,” you mumble, your tone breathless and you can barely hold the words in. I think I like you. I think I’m in love with you. Unbeknownst to the internal panic ongoing in your head, Seokjin chuckles.

“Ya, it’s good that you know.” There’s a moment of silence. “You really should stop being so attractive, you know, I thought that was my job in this relationship,” he playfully tells you off, and if the fact that he just called your friendship a ‘relationship’, or that he called you ‘attractive’ is not enough to do you in, the manner with which he poutingly, dramatically draws you in does. Long arms envelop you, close, before he drops his head on your shoulder, nuzzles your neck, and sighs. From the near proximity he holds you in, you can feel the warmth emanating from him, and you realize with a mounting sense of doom that the butterflies you thought were gone is back, and they’ve brought friends.

Seokjin has to be drunk, you rationalize to yourself. He has to be, he’s not fully conscious of what he’s doing, and even though you initially say that to make yourself see reason all that does is make your heart beat faster and faster.

Because… don’t they say that drunk thoughts are sober words?

So what does this mean?

You find that you can’t calm yourself down, and that you can smell Seokjin’s cologne up close, as well as feel his breath on your neck---

You can’t even move, your heart going at a rate that feels like a few miles per hour, and you think, if there is any sign clearer than this, a bell going off somewhere, a knell dedicated to you, you’d accept it.

You’re in love with your bestfriend, Kim Seokjin.

“Shit.”

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It’s Namjoon who finds the two of you, minutes later. You pretend not to notice the understanding, but also very amused look in his eyes as he offers to take Seokjin off your hands. Or to be more precise, off your shoulders.

When you get back to your apartment, you fall dramatically on your bed and realize how therapeutic it feels. Maybe this why all Disney princesses do it?

You let out a sharp bark of laughter at the passing thought that if you were a Disney princess, Seokjin would smoothly fit the role of your prince. He’s kindhearted, he’s a gentleman, he sings well and he’s handsome--- not to mention the way he protected you, earlier in the restaurant.

If only this were a movie.

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What about 6, 7, 8, 9 and ten for Komahina?

6. Least favorite canon moment of them?

This isn’t really a moment so much as a mechanic but I really don’t like how Komaeda’s free time events are locked off if you don’t talk to him once on day one in chapter one. I understand that yeah Hinata wouldn’t want to spend time with him, but I think it really gets in the way with the idea they keep trying to emphasize of Hinata wanting to understand him. Like chapter 5 comes along and Monokuma is like “wow you really understand Komaeda-kun” and Hinata’s like “I really don’t shut up” because Hinata doesn’t feel like he does. But it’s hard to really feel like he put in much of an effort in canon as it is, and having those events be not available if you just don’t do it in that. It gets in the way of the message being sent and it really was just like avoidable by just NOT having that be a mechanic.

Also it’s just fucking stupid as hell to lock Komaeda off after chapter 1 because what about all the people who decided they cared about Komaeda’s life AFTER chapter one’s reveal like. it’s dumb kodaka. it’s a stupid mechanic.

7. Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s)

I really like komahina fics where it takes Hinata 10000000 years to realize he’s bi and he’s having gay feels. I don’t really like it when it plays into the fujo trope of Komaeda being like his exception and he’s never had gay feelings before, and some internalized homophobia or some shit, yadda yadda, but I like when Hinata is just exceptionally emotionally oblivious because it makes my day when he figures it out.

Ideally what happens is Hinata realizes not only he has a crush on Komaeda, but he’s had like several other gay crushes before, and like even some het crushes he just missed because they were more low key than he expected of them, and just goes “wow I’m a dipshit” and I, the reader, cry, because he’s so oblivious but I love him. 

I actually. When I used to run an ask blog. Because I’m a sap and also this is the best idea I ever had. I had Hinata’s very first crush be on Komaeda. Who he met when they were kids for a very brief period where they never quite got each other’s names, and Komaeda’s hair was its natural, not white color, and it was gonna take him a bit to realize that too but I didn’t get that far. Komaeda doesn’t remember this at all because his life is too much of a trainwreck. if i ever wrote a komahina slow burn this would happen for real. i’m too much of a sucker.

8. Least favorite headcanon trope/idea? 

I mean besides all the weird fujoshi fan favourites, like the ones I just talked about, or yandere Komaeda, etc…can we fuckin stop with the “chapter 3 but Hinata realizes that Komaeda is actually being gay and confessing his love for him” fics because like we have 20000 of those are we not bored yet. did we not beat that trope into the ground. it was fun for a while but now its just exhausting.

9. Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

all of it. AAALLL OF IT. I wrote like an entire post about why Komahina is great actually I’m just gonna link that shit right here and move tf on. It’s good kids. komahina is good.

10. Least favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? (Can be headcanon)

The part where Komaeda dies and his arc and their relationship is never capitalized on in canon in a meaningful way. This is the long part but it’s also the best part of the whole post so under the cut:

Okay to be clear, I don’t mean I wanted sdr2 to end with a big damn kiss or whatever, that’s not fitting at all. I just feel like killing off Komaeda absolutely destroyed his character arc but also the dynamic and thematic exploration that was going on up until that point. Like chapter 5 is a brilliant chapter and it makes sense for Komaeda to do that but it’s also a god damn waste. 

See, what was really great about their dynamic, was how Komaeda constantly challenged Hinata’s perspective of hope and himself by almost being a more extreme version of him. Komaeda is so fundamentally warped by the concept of talent and hope, that Hinata in an attempt to distance himself from that is forced to reevaluate himself. In chapter four Komaeda tells Hinata “you aint got no talent” which just crushes everything Hinata had his hopes banked on, but…it’d be better if that happened to Komaeda too.

Maybe you think “but Skylar Komaeda was crushed he learned they were all despair” to which I say “that’s not enough and it doesn’t change him or his perspective on the world.” Komaeda learning they’re all despair just fuels him into pulling off his most elaborate greater hope gambit yet which he wins fuck you fight me. It doesn’t change his worldview, not like chapter 4 does with Hinata. He just doubles down. Chapter four, in essence, is the heroes low point, and one where the view of the antagonist seems to have been bolstered. 

….And then it stays like that. Komaeda’s idealogy is never effectively challenged. Komaeda dies believing he is correct, doing the same shit he’s been doing from the start, and chapter 6 doesn’t really call him on that. This is actually like a really big problem with dangan ronpa in that they set up an in-group antagonist who they then never really finish up that resolution in a meaningful way for the conflict. Sure in chapter 6 Hinata is like “FUCK THAT HOPE OR DESPAIR, FUTURE!” which kind of addresses it, y’know hope was Komaeda’s whole thing and it’s being rejected, but Komaeda’s idea that hope comes from despair is not proven wrong, and that the greater the suffering the greater the happiness. Hell, you could argue that because of the ending, where the characters learn the worst about themselves and overcome that to become their best selves and be happy, Komaeda was only proven correct. Komaeda dies believing he is right, and then the narrative indirectly confirms he is right. It’s uh…it’s not good. 

But…y’know what would be better, and more interesting? If Komaeda lived. Say his chapter 5 gambit just…failed. Like Kuzuryuu or Hinata or someone finds him while he’s tying himself up in the warehouse and the fuckin domino panels don’t completely fall over because sometimes dominoes are like that. Or maybe they do but Kuzuryuu or whoever doesn’t get to throw that one grenade before the sprinklers go off. It doesn’t matter. What matters is Komaeda lives. And he’s confronted. 

It’s important Komaeda fails this because this is what will crush his entire understanding of the world. Komaeda’s luck cycle isn’t real, it’s a coping mechanism. (His luck is real it just doesn’t work the way he thinks it does, all it does it make things that are super unlikely for most people extremely likely for him). Komaeda believes greater hope comes from great despair because that’s how he thinks his luck works. His luck makes him miserable, and then gives him something really awesome to counter it! What his luck gives him is never actually enough to justify his suffering, but he has to believe it does. This is Komaeda’s ultimate gambit for his worldview, the greatest feat he thinks he can pull to create the greatest hope from the worst despair, and…it fails. It fails, and he lives, thus also not grating his really obvious death wish. Komaeda, having banked his whole worldview and every wish on his luck, failed. It didn’t work. He was wrong. Where does he go from here?

Not only that but Komaeda’s talent failing him to such a massive degree would showcase to Hinata truly how little talent would actually save him or make him better. Komaeda banked everything on his talent and he was ruined by it, and maybe Hinata can find that happiness he was looking for elsewhere. Maybe there are other reasons he can be important. Maybe talent isn’t the only thing that matters. This is much more satisfying than Nanami just being like “hey hinata stop bein a lil bitch and love yourself already” in chapter 6. 

So chapter 5 has our hero on the recovery path, and Komaeda in a state of like existential despair. But…here’s the thing about Komaeda. He can recover too. Komaeda, like all of them, is not hopeless. He doesn’t have to be ruled by his despair, which is a big thing about chapter 6. Chapter 6 is a lot of going “yeah fuck that we were horrible and shit and we’re gonna own it but we’re not gonna let it define and ruin us. We’re gonna move past it, and be better.” And that…boy does Komaeda need that. 

Komaeda’s whole life was defined by his luck effectively making him miserable. Unlikely horrible things keep happening to him and he get poor compensation prizes occasionally, and he’s given up. He wants to die. Sure he talks a lot about finding the greater hope, but his actions convey that deep down, that greater hope to him, despite everything he says, is death. And now he’s no longer convinced of the worldview he’s been selling himself, and he’s left with nothing but his own despair. Something he doesn’t think he can move past.

Can you imagine how powerful chapter 6 would be if Hinata wasn’t arguing with Enoshima over the value of their future, but was actually trying to convince Komaeda of it? Enoshima thinks she’s got this in the bag because there’s no way the miserable Nagito will ever fuckin agree to the shut down when he’s given up on everything, and Hinata says no. No, they don’t have to give up. There is more than their pasts, and their talents, and the vague concept of hope, there is still the future, and for that alone it’s worth trying. It’s enough to live and move forward for the sake of living and moving forward and being better than you are, even if it seems hopeless.

Hinata realizes that they’ve all been focused on the wrong things. That it’s not about hope, or despair, or talent, or banking yourself on these ideas, it’s about the future you can make, and it’s not ruled by abstract concepts. And I think him teaching Komaeda this and it resounding throughout the other survivors and they kick Enoshima’s ass and then you see Hinata at the end choosing to live as himself, because being himself is enough, and you learn the sdr2 kids are doing what they can to live on, is like way more potent than like canon. 

[lyatttrash]

New Chapter Alert!

As Fate Would Have It Chapter 2

I’m going to try and keep up with these but we’ll see. 

FF.net/AO3

“Wyatt I am not putting him in that seat it’s disgusting!” Lucy argued at the entrance of Target. She tightened her grip on Henry as Wyatt moved to take him.

“Lucy it’s fine! A little dirt will do him some good.” He huffed.

“Wyatt he’s ten months old he’s not even big enough for that seat.” Wyatt stood his ground, giving her a stare that he reserved for when he meant business, hoping it would cause her to surrender. No surprise that it didn’t. Lucy is the only person brave enough to constantly go toe to toe with Wyatt, and frankly she’s the only person he’ll allow to do so. Lucy straightened her spine and met his stare with the same intensity, years of being a college professor have perfected her ‘no nonsense’ glare. Henry obliviously giggling between them, completely unaware of the silent power grab going on above his head.

Wyatt gripped the cart tighter before muttering, “fine.”

Lucy smiled and whispered to Henry, “See? He can never say no to me.” Henry babbled in response. An older couple walked past and just smiled and shook their head at the pair. To everyone else they looked like a young couple running errands as a little family. She’d never admit it but it was fun to pretend that’s what they were… even if it was only for a few hours.

As they strolled through the aisles, everyone they passed seemed to smile at them. Lucy huffed when one too many women made eyes at Wyatt. He shot her a quizzical look and she pretended she was just blowing hair out of her mouth. They nearly crossed everything off the list Lucy made a crib, a car seat, a stroller, some bottles, diapers, a few toys and now they were standing in the food and formula aisle. Wyatt was just about to comment on how easy Henry had been through the store when he decided he’d had enough. His little face turned red and scrunched up, Wyatt was sure his screams could be heard in the parking lot.

“Damn little mans got pipes. You sure he’s not your kid?” Wyatt joked. Lucy involuntarily blushed at his indirect compliment. She just laughed and rolled her eyes. Lucy began soothing Henry, shushing him while holding him close to her chest, bouncing him up and down. Lucy’s heart broke for the child. This morning he woke up in his own bed with his mom there to take care of him then suddenly he was thrown into a new environment, surrounded by people he doesn’t know. Poor thing is confused as all hell, looking for anything familiar, most likely his mom. Lucy wanted to cry along with him.

“I know little guy. Shhh, I know, I know. It’s scary but I’ve got you.” Lucy cooed softly to the boy. Lucy met Wyatt’s eyes and the way he was looking at her took her breath away. She hadn’t seen such a genuine smile from him in such a long time.

“You’re a natural, you know” Wyatt said softly. His compliments and the way he was looking at her was too much to handle. Lucy had to remind herself not to get sucked in. Things were finally back to normal, well as normal as two people who have gone through what they did could be. They were Lucy and Wyatt no doubt about it, but not quite Logan and Preston. It was a weird limbo they were in, neither knowing where they stand with the other. Had the moment for them passed? Are they destined to just stay friends? These are the questions that keep Lucy up at night, it also doesn’t help that she’s currently holding his baby, a baby she has to keep reminding herself isn’t hers. She was just going to end up getting hurt if she kept pretending they were a family. Wyatt and Henry were a family, Lucy assumes she’s just going to be called in from time to time to baby sit, probably be referred to as ‘aunt Lucy’.

“I adored Amy as a baby, my parents had to remind me all the time that I was just her sister not her mom.” She joked, desperately trying to deflect from the situation. Wyatt chuckled and turned his attention back to the wall of baby food. He stood with two containers of formula in his hands, intensely checking the nutrition and ingredients. Lucy’s heart warmed at how much he already cared for this little guy that he has only known for a few hours. Lucy looked around she spotted something that she knew would help Wyatt immensely. She silently walked over and placed a large box in the cart.

“Lucy what is that?”

“It’s like a Keurig, but for babies” Lucy replied hoisting Henry higher on her hip.

“Absolutely not, we don’t need that.” Lucy tried not to get too excited over the word ‘we’ but it made her smile nonetheless.

“Trust me I saw this on Oprah you want it!” she challenged.

“Since when do you have time to watch Oprah?” he teased.

“I do have a life outside of our training sessions, you know.” She scoffed lightly. Even though the threat of Rittenhouse is gone Wyatt still makes her train with him three times a week. He claims you can never be too careful, especially living in the city, but Lucy doesn’t mind. She likes all the extra time she gets to spend with him, having a reason to be physically close with him even if it is only for a few hours a week.

He took a step closer, his flirtatious tone having an even greater effect at his proximity, “well then sounds like I’m not working you hard enough since you have time to watch Oprah.” She sucked in a breath, he hadn’t flirted this openly with her in a long time, possibly ever.

Standing her ground, she knew she couldn’t let him win. Lucy took a step closer so she could whisper in his ear, being a full head shorter than he is she had to stand on her toes which forced her body to be pressed against his, “I think you won’t do a damn thing considering I’m standing in the baby section of Target at 9:30 on a Saturday.” He didn’t have a response but he swallowed hard and Lucy knew she won their little flirting match.  

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Lucy eventually dragged a reluctant Wyatt over to the clothing section, a place he had been dreading since they stepped into the store. He smiled and rolled his eyes as Lucy pilled outfit after outfit into the cart.

“I think that’s enough Luce, he probably has more clothes than you do at this point.” He teased. Lucy tried not to outwardly show how affected she was by the nickname. She ducked behind a rack of clothes to hide her blush.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, you can never have too many outfits. Right little guy?” she cooed at the baby. She honestly doesn’t know why she referred to Wyatt as daddy, it just slipped out but somehow it felt natural. She laughed at his stunned expression at her bold teasing. He cocked his head to the side. Lucy knew that look, he was about to dish it right back out, he was about to speak when an older lady placed a hand on his arm.

“Your family is absolutely precious, how long have you and your wife been married?” Lucy turned her head,

“Oh uh…” she fumbled unsure of what to say. A deep blush appeared on her cheeks at being called Wyatt’s wife. The name secretly sent a thrill through her. She was about to politely correct the lady when Wyatt cleared his throat next to her.

“Um… almost four and a half years.” His answer took her completely by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to just go with it. If her cheeks were pink before she probably looked like a tomato now. He smiled and glanced at Lucy. Her heart fluttered at the memory and she wondered if he remembered as well.

           “Well stop the presses here I am going on and on how’d he do it with you?”

           “Do what?”

           “Propose silly I mean look at that rang!”

           The smile and small wink told her he did.

“He is just the cutest little thing on God’s green earth!” the lady gushed at Henry, “what’s the little angel’s name?”

“Henry” Wyatt and Lucy said in unison. They made eye contact with each other, his lips turned up into his signature smirk and she felt her face heat up again. Get it together Lucy! He walked over so he could stand next to Lucy. He put his arm around her to he could rub Henry’s back. They’ve been closer in the last 20 minutes than they had been in a long time. The smell of his cologne all around her was intoxicating. Her mind fogged with the memories of their time in 1941, being able to completely give themselves over to each other. They let themselves fall hard, knowing the other would be there to catch them. Lucy missed being this close to him, the whole time he was with Jessica she ached for his touch. Seeing the way their future selves were with each other gave her hope but it’s still been a long journey back to him. Not one Lucy minds taking if it means she’ll end up in his arms. Feeling bold she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She felt him freeze for half a second but then instantly relaxed and moved his hand to her lower back, falling into a comfortable familiarity that she’s missed so much.

“You don’t let anything happen to them!” the lady warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Wyatt said softly while pressing a kiss to the top of Lucy’s head, her breath caught in her throat as she fought back tears. The gesture was so small yet so intimate, her mind was swimming with all the things his action could mean. Was this all just a show for the nice old lady? Were they finally at a place to cross over into something more? Seems like kind of an odd place to make that jump, the infant clothing section of a Target…lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice the woman walk away, Wyatt awkwardly cleared his throat and stepped away from Lucy, both refusing to make eye contact.

“We should probably get the little nugget home.” Lucy whispered glancing down at a sleeping Henry.

“He’s certainly had an eventful day.” He agreed. They made their way to the check out in silence and carried all their items out to Wyatt’s jeep. The mood lightened as Lucy laughed at Wyatt fighting to install the car seat, she kept telling him he was doing it wrong and he just grumbled in protest. Mumbling something about a ‘bossy-know-it-all’. Climbing in on either side of the car they both turned towards the back seat. They sat in silence for a moment watching Henry sleep. Lucy traced his face with her eyes, the soft fullness of his cheeks, his large eyes, long eyelashes, cute little button nose, lopsided grin that she would know anywhere, the grin she fell in love with all those years ago in the waiting room at Mason Industries. Lucy looked to her left and saw Wyatt staring at her with admiration but quickly turned away when she caught him staring. Blushing slightly, she turned her gaze back to Henry, wishing so bad he was hers.

[novasunriseturtle]

So how about that What If AU aka if Voltron was made for adults

Out of order but an idea for me to remember

Story idea - Shiro doesn’t come back until the final season revealing he’s in fact Keith’s uncle/older brother (whichever works) and did not die “I live bitch!”. Or better yet, he forms a team he finds on a planet he got teleported and saving other lives from the other side of the universe. Even though he’s no longer the Black Paladin as he entrusted Black to Keith, the people they saved still saw him as one and a hero. They also made like paintings of him or a statue. So it does switch between the main story and Shiro’s side story unless that’s bad writing. Cuz I was planning on adding more story to Shiro with his new rag tag team since I decided not to kill him off or use him as plot device.

Then it all comes together when Shiro sees Voltron and best reunion ever between his teammates he saw as family. Tears will be spilled.

They did discover the Blue Lion like the show so it stayed that way for like 13 chapters. So after Shiro is now stuck in the astral world (or his rag tag team adventures) lion switch happen, there’s an exchange between the leader and right hand man. Bayard exchange.

So they don’t work along at first leading to frustrations between members, yeah there’s a point even Lance got irritated but after some bonding and vulnerability they finally synchronized. So same thing like the show, just them being more open about it.

“I don’t think I’m cut out to be leader. I’m not calm like Shiro, I’m not as graceful as Allura, and I’m certainly not as good of tech like Hunk and Pidge. And you... Black made a terrible mistake of choosing me as its new paladin” Keith

“Honestly I was jealous you were chosen as the Black Paladin since you’re always the best out of everyone else. And that fact still stands even if I was forced to admit it. But to be frank with you, since the lion switch. I don’t think you’re as bad as you make it out to be. Sure you made an irrational decision and almost costed our lives but not everyone is perfect. Well maybe Shiro but the point is, you are a good leader and the lions never make mistakes. Black chose you for a reason and whatever it is, I will respect it. Besides, you’re not alone anymore. We’ll find Shiro. If it means risking and maybe not destroy everything in our path, I’ll gladly follow you and do this; together. Now let’s go fix this mess.” Lance

I’m taking the concept of Voltron only forming by bonds between lions and paladins into consideration by also having them not able to form Voltron because of dispute. This will also transfer negatively now they joined the Galra side since Lotor killed his father. That’s something I like seeing. Not to mention Lotor and Haggar being the main source to cause tension between teammates.

Do I keep Shiro clone? Nope. Gonna use the generals as double agents.

Do the Blades stay? Yeah. Also make tension between the Blades and Empire Galras cuz why should I trust them?

Does Hunk make food jokes? Not really, he’s a passionate cook sure but majority speaks science, math, and logic. Unlike the show shoving Pidge is the only smart one of the group.

Do I keep the Holts? Let them have death like I wanted.

Does Pidge stop being a dick? Yes

Is Lance reduced to comedy relief? Fuck no

Does Coran have more purpose and gives his insights to his past not to mention I’m bringing his son back for drama and betrayal and reunited? Yes

Does Keith get pissed at Krolia for leaving him despite she did it so he’s safe? Yes

More insight on Krolias relationship with his dad. And yes they had a dog.

Wow romance in the AU? Pining Keith is still happening with a dash of oblivious Lance. Established Hunk and Shay. Unfortunately I’m gonna do Lotor and Allura. Except she realizes Lotor isn’t who she thought he has and final battle between them. Just let me have that. I want her duking it out against Lotor.

Oh yeah have Lance comment on an alien guy that’s he’s cute or flirt with him. Boom established bi. I’ve always liked the idea of Lance knowing he’s bi but hasn’t come to terms yet. Probably denying. I don’t know how to describe it. Or Keith is the only guy he’s ever truly fall in love with like Jenny but he’s like I’m not emotionally ready to love again. Cuz his heart has been broken many times before. Personally I think he stopped believing in love after experience cuz he’s always second never first. And the day Keith confesses he loves him is like, probably laughing bitterly “I don’t believe you” or something.

Does it end with Keith heartbroken and Lance realizing he does love him and done fucked up to the point they make up when he saves his ass? Yes. Does Lance die like in the show where Keith felt his bond with Red cut off and panicked? Allura revives him.

This is indulgment but when Krolia sees Lance? “He reminds me of your father.” And then sees Shiro. “Is this your father’s brother he never told me?” She also may have adopted Hunk.

Who does Shiro end up with? He becomes Kakashi and gets a pet cat when returning home.

More of them getting a break and having fun. Like Space Mall and D&D. Also dimension adventures meeting their alternate selves.

Also give the parents trying to fight their way to Garrison about their children’s whereabouts. We need to know dammit. Have them refuse to believe their children are dead.

Nyma, Rolo, and that robot I forgot his name return as allies.

More Alteans they find. Romelle (like the originals) is her cousin

Bring back Queen Merla ugh my bi heart

Haggar being the true villain because yes and she has magic

Epic battle ensues, war ends, peace finally sets in the universe and everyone goes home.

Plot twist, they return to space. I know they all miss home but something tells me their parents will understand and encourage them to go. “But always visit us again. Send pictures to let me know you’re okay.”

Would it be bad there’s a massive time span where their families grow old once they return home? Cuz you know how time doesn’t exist in space.

Also references of GoLion and DouT. Watching a show Beast King GoLion or meeting the OG paladins. “So Voltron was a sentient being?!”

Because I’m a hoe for Tokusastu. Meet space Godzilla and becomes an ally to Voltron.

Chapters will be referred as episodes so why not

[curlicuecal]

Dammek - extended zodiac analysis

Taurcer – Bronze/Prospit/Blood – the cherished

I am sooooo excited to get a little more insight into this mysterious, rebellion-leading problem child of a moirail.

Full disclosure, I have a soft spot for fucked up relationships that are just… well-intentioned but bad personality conflicts rather than I Am A Villain. So this may show through in my analysis.

Dammek surprised me pretty much across the board with his sign, so this is gonna be extra fun for me.

BRONZE

See, we start right off with “warm and generous nature” which would be a ??? from what we know of him, but we are also told this is easily missed because they’re withdrawn towards strangers. And here we get our fist hint that perceptions of Dammek as arrogant, cold, or thinking himself better than others are likely MISperceptions of his standoffishness and slowness to trust.

We’ve seen plenty of evidence that he is paranoid about security (if rightly so) and more than a little evidence that he may be generally prone to anxiety, insecurity, and putting on a mask of I Know What I’m Doing (I have no idea what I’m doing.) Let’s see how this bears up as we move on.

Okay, stubborn as shit if they dig their heels in–yep, Dammek has latched onto his “Trizza is evil and rebellion is necessary thing” with near obsessive determination. His walls are papered with his theories and observations, and there’s signs of his fixation on this throughout every aspect of his life.

Here’s an interesting bit: “Bronze Signs have a marked love of creature comforts. They crave stability and safety, and if they have the means, their homes will be full of beautiful things.” I’m not sure we can say so much that Dammek’s home is full of beautiful things, but it is full of THINGS THAT MAKE HIM FEEL SAFE. His home is a fortress, laced with security systems and weapons, and more security systems and weapons in progress, and constant upgrades to and revisions to these seem to be necessary to manage his anxiety. He also borrows (takes) ((conscripts)) items from his moirails house, such as the hover lift thing, which we see he never gave back because he was developing it into a weapon that could fight imperial drones. Here’s a place where his personality traits could slide into harmful things: from his viewpoint he NEEDS this item for IMPORTANT, protecting people in the rebellion reasons, and therefore he is obviously RIGHT to take it…. right?

We’re also told Bronze signs do not like their routines to be broken–another characteristic of someone who craves stability and security–and a really interesting trait in someone who is leading a rebellion.

These traits also contrast notably with what we’ve read about Xefros’s sign–someone who craves adventures and prefers anarchy and instability over false comfort and security. Here again we get an inkling of how a moirallegianxe between the two could go sour. The more Dammek tries to stomp out recklessness and adventure-seeking in his moirail, in an attempt to satisfy his own anxiety’s need for safety and security, the more he stomps out his moirail’s very character.

Finally we’re told Bronze tend to be insecure and crave reassurances in relationships. Hmmmm.

PROSPIT

Another one that surprised me, from this apparently paranoid, anxious and distrusting character. Prospit is the lunar sway of flexible optimism. Prospit also tend to adapt to authority rather than rebel against it, have trouble with deception or hiding their true selves, and worry about what others think of them. I don’t know quite what to make of this, but I’d lean towards maybe Dammek feels pressured to be a “rebellion leader” and does not make healthy decisions when he is suppressing aspects of himself. (Does he maybe hide his anxiety and paranoia or try to pass it off as a reasonable response to the dangers of a rebellion?). “The self they project onto the world is often not under their control.” Hmmm. HM. I must ponder this.

Reactive, intuitive, lives in the moment and has trouble thinking things through or seeing past their current feelings–these are all, again, traits in opposition to his moirail’s, and you could see how they could balance or become destructive. Following their gut from day to day and changing decisions constantly is definitely how Dammek runs his security and does not seem to click well with Xefros’s slow-to-change, more single-minded and logical approach to situations. Except rather than accept "I'm this way and you're that way", Dammek appears to have taken the stance of "I'm the right way and you're the wrong way." Not good.

One thing we’ve definitely seen from Dammek is that he tends not to explain his motivations (past) or his expectations/goals (future) to Xefros, and this leads to a lot of avoidable harm, like Xefros sleeping on the floor for a week and not realizing Dammek intended this as a training excercise in case they got cut off from their sopor supply. Similarly hassling Xefros over passwords and rules, which he can’t keep up with because Dammek is constantly updating them. So we see Dammek trying to assuage an anxiety (Derse "like having a defined set of rules–a safety net” for their changeability) while being oblivious to the actual impacts on Xefros (making him perceive himself as slow/stupid, accustoming him to assuming any suffering is necessary and has a reason, etc.)

BLOOD

Holy heck. Holy heck? Holy heck. Did not expect.

But also this kind of works? The blood aspect suggests that Dammek is an inspirational leader, and we KNOW he must be because he brought together a group of rebels under a common cause. His strength, similarly, comes from the bonds of his friends(?) that share his vision. Interestingly, what he’s NOT supposed to be good at, is being a commander, and he does seem to be fail the hardest in his life and as a moirail when he gets his bossy on. I have a pet theory that Dammek spends a lot of his life trying to Be A Leader and has a not very well-formulated grasp of what good leadership entails. Hence his fixation on almost comical levels of Bossiness. He fails at ethical generalship, but he does appear to be a source of inspiration and motivation to the people around him. Personally, I was super moved by the translation of some of his notes on his wall, which documented how many of his friends and neighbors had been conveniently Disappeared by the current tyrannical government.

“The Blood-bound can dispense excellent advice even when their own lives and interpersonal relationships are disasters. They can be very "do as I say, not as I do” types.“ Ahahaha, yep, I believe this. You know what relationship is a disaster? XEFROS AND DAMMEK. What’s interesting here is that this suggests this is mostly a personal thing, and when he’s not fucking it up from the inside he actually has helpful shit to say. Cool. More evidence that he might actually have a pretty good rebellion going on.

"A Blood-bound can often be found on a sinking ship, forcing an endeavor forward with sheer stubborn force of will. No matter how bad things go, a Blood-bound can always count on friends and allies. At their best, they are charismatic, uplifting, and magnetic. At their worst they can be sullen, unkind, and set-in-their-ways.”

Innnnnteresting. I really wanna see more of the rebellion/friend group and see how they perceive their relationships to each other and to Dammek. Xefros might be one of our best examples of the idea that it’s less that Dammek himself is special, but that he gathers special people around him.

It’s also worth noting that we know of at least one more very significant character in Hiveswap who is blood aspect–our dictatorial fish princess herself. Does Trizza have a supportive group of friends and allies? Or has she, maybe, inverted the heck out of her aspect? Will be interesting to see.

Dammek's sign is “the cherished” and that’s another interesting and mysterious label.

Xefros analysis here!

[panda-luminary]

Not Quite Skinny Dipping Pt. 2 (Marauders Era)

Pairing: Marauders + Lily x Female, Gryffindor Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1,956

A/N: So, I got myself a little carried away while writing and that’s why it took so long, but here it is. This focuses more on Remus, because I feel that he is what keeps the Marauders together and this is story is about friendship, so, yeah.

Anyway, tell me if you find any mistakes or if you think the characters seem too OOC. Don’t be scared to give any feedback since this is my first story and I will gladly recieve suggestions.

You can read Part 1 here  

Enjoy your reading!

Settled during the Marauders and Lily’s fith year.

“And the best you can do is fill your head with good memories”

Remus Lupin wasn’t the most confident guy when it came to his body. So, when his brothers told him that they would go swimming in the Black Lake or they otherwise “melt from the heat”, he was a little more than hesitant. 

    Well, it was one of the hottest days of the year, he admitted to himself. And, because of this and the fact that classes were almost over, most students were in their common rooms hanging out or in their dorms having a nice nap, so he wouldn’t have to worry much about many of them being around the grounds or the lake. 

    He kept reassuring himself that one would see them. That no one would see him. But, of course, leave it to James Potter and Sirius Black to be their oblivious and impulsive selves to make him nervous all over again.

    It wasn’t intentional. And both boys were known to be persuasive and easily excitable. So, when Peter proposed inviting Lily Evans and (Y/N) (Y/LN) to accompany them to their swim to the Black Lake, Remus couldn’t find the strength to tell his best friends about his insecurities and nerves, not wanting to spoil their fun. 

    They had managed to convince the girls to go with them (obviously), and now they were making their way to the Black Lake. 

    As said lake came into view, James, Sirius and Peter broke into a run and, at the same time, struggled to discarding pieces of their clothing. After, Peter falling on his face, James hitting himself while taking his shoe off, and Sirius taking his shirt off and pulling his hair by accident while doing it; the three jumped into the lake laughing like maniacs. 

    “They are so energetic! It tires me just to see them. How exactly can you handle them Remus?” said Lily sceptic. 

    “I don’t. After sharing dorms with them for five years, you find ways to zone them out when they’re being annoying or loud. Usually, the library is a place they would never step a foot into.”

    “Well, I admire your strength, mate. If I shared a dorm with those dorks for five years, I’d probably only have few hairs left on my head and no sanity at all in my being.” (Y/N) said with a defeated face, making the two prefects laugh. 

    When they reached the lake, they put their stuff under the shade of the beech tree they usually used as a hanging out spot. At this, Sirius and began waving and yelling at them to come over. Remus looked amusedly at his best friends, but couldn’t calm his heart, which was beating a hundred miles an hour. He tried to hide his nervousness and turned to the girls with a smile. 

    “You two can go ahead, I’ll go in a minute. I'm just going to gather their stuff and leave it with ours” he said as an excuse to gain more time before he had to go in the water. 

    Lily gave smile at him and nodded, and (Y/N) was looking a bit suspicious but followed the red-head’s lead to go to the lake. 

    Remus looked at their backs as they walked further away, and sighed with a barely noticeable frown. He scratched his neck and began gathering James, Sirius and Peter’s garments from the ground, instead of just using Accio. As he gathered more and more clothes his mind was flowing with so many thoughts. He could go swim with his shirt on, but then he remembered how his shirt is long-sleeved and he hadn’t brought an extra one. That wouldn’t be comfortable at all, and one of his friends was bound to bring this up which would make things awkward. “Nice one, Remus,” he told himself sarcastically with a small eye-roll. 

     He noticed he had finished gathering the clothes and went back under the tree. At the same time, (Y/N) left the water and headed towards Remus, who, she noticed, was looking fidgety. 

    “Hey, you okay?” the girl asked with a title of her head.

     Remus cleared his throat. “What? Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He mentally cringed at himself for sounding so unconvincing, and (Y/N) seemed to notice this fact too since she had an eyebrow raised and was giving him a disbelieving look. At this, the werewolf gave a sigh. It had never been easy to lie to his best friend because he’s either feel guilty or she would see right past his lies. 

    “I- don’t really feel, err, comfortable going to the water,” he told her. He could practically see gears working inside of her head as she tried to figure him out.

     “Do you not feel comfortable because of the water, or do you not feel comfortable because you have to take your shirt off?” 

     There it is. She had said it so casually, and, as always, she could read him so easily. Much so that she saw past his lies and insecurities. Remus swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth to say something, but opted to stay quiet as he looked at the floor ashamed. 

     He didn’t even know why he felt shame. Deep, deep inside himself he knew it was nothing to be ashamed about, but as he looked at himself in the mirror every morning, he couldn’t help but compare himself to his friends and everyone around him. How there weren’t deep scars on their faces, on the skin of their arms, backs or chests. Unlike him, they weren’t given looks of disgust whenever they walked in public places. He loathed the looks of fear and scorn people would give him and how even some parents held a little tighter to their children as if he would pounce at any moment

     Hideous. He would always think to himself while staring at his reflection on that same mirror and had to force himself to look away and continue with his day. 

    Sometimes, he would wonder what would have happened if Fenrir Greyback had never attacked him all those years ago. What would have happened if his father hadn’t spoken ill of the werewolf, or if his parents had heard his screams earlier and arrived just a few seconds before he was bitten to stop it from happening? 

      He was so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his cheeks until he felt a warm hand wipe them away gently. He looked up at the warm eyes of his best friend, who was giving him small smile. 

      “Come here, Rem” she muttered and held him in her arms as he cried on her shoulder. 

      (Y/N) mumbled words of comfort to his ear and ran her wet hands through his hair, attempting to soothe him. 

        After he had calmed down, he pulled away and wiped his eyes. “I would apologize for getting your shirt wet but it’s not like it wasn’t like that before” he chuckled weakly and (Y/N) smiled. 

      “Even if it wasn’t like that before I would tell you that it doesn’t matter” Remus gave a half smile at this and there was a moment of silence between the friends.

      “Listen, Remus.” (Y/N) broke the silence. “I’m not the best at comforting people and you know this. So, I will just tell you what I think, so sit down.” This made the boy let out a snort but did as the girl told him. 

     (Y/N) inhaled and seemed to be thinking the be choosing the best words to tell him. 

       “When I was younger, my dad would always tell me this story about a man that had been cursed by an evil witch to never be able to see himself as beautiful again. No reason in particular. Just out of spite. She was an evil witch after all. Anyway, for this reason, the man would always cover himself up whenever he left his house. 

 In the village he lived in, he was known for his kindness and selflessness. He would always help the elders and would give away toys to the kids in the town’s orphanage. He wasn’t prejudiced or shallow. Because of all of this, everyone loved him. But they hadn’t seen his face and were rather curious to find out what he looked like. So, one day, the town’s pranksters gathered and began planning how they would unmask their hero. They didn’t even stop to think of the reasons why the man wouldn’t want to show his face and how he would feel if they unmasked him. They were blinded by their curiosity. 

 The man arrives in town at noon like every day, he is greeted warmly by everyone and greets back as usual. He hadn’t noticed how the mischievous teens that were usually causing trouble were missing. He was in the crowded market buying bread. As he handed money over to the baker he felt his cape being pulled back and taken away from him, exposing him to everyone. Everyone went quiet. And I’m not going to lie, some people held fear in their eyes as they looked at him. The man tried to cover himself and screamed at everyone to look away, making them back away a little, but that didn’t stop them from staring at him. 

 The man felt like crying. He wanted to curl himself up and stop existing at that moment. One of the teens came up to him and looked him over, making him uncomfortable. Then he smirked at him and turned to everyone else and began telling them how they had finally unmasked their hero and how great the man was. This seemed to make the people snap out of their thoughts and began to smile and cheer for the man. Because he was still loved. And even looks would never be able to beat love.” She finished her story. Remus waited for her to continue since it appeared she had more to say. 

       “My dad is better at story telling than me,” she chuckled. “But the message is the same, Remus. We love you and we will never judge you because of your scars. And those who do, well, they will have to deal with a crazy stag, a huge dog, a cunning rat, two very angry girls and half of Hogwarts, because we all love you, Remus. And your scars would never change that. In fact, what I see in your scars is courage. To deal with this every month is more than anyone would be able to handle, and that makes you strong, Rem. Stronger, than any of us.” She finished with an awkward smile and a blush covered her cheeks. 

      Remus was at loss for words. He wanted to tell her everything he was feeling at the moment. Wanted to express how he was so grateful to have her and Lily and James and Dumbledore and Hogwarts in his life. But the words seemed to be caught in his throat, so he pulled her into a tight embrace, which the girl didn’t see coming as she gave a small yelp, but returned it anyway. They were like that a few seconds and then felt wet bodies around them joining them on the hug. 

  “You guys, I don’t say it much but I really love you all.”  Said, Sirius, as he pressed himself tighter to Remus. 

 “Ugh, you’re getting us wet!” exclaimed (Y/N).

 “Oh, but you love this” replied James. 

 “Stop talking, you’re ruining the moment!” said Lily. 

 “Peter, your hand is on my arse” commented Sirius casually and a flustered Peter moved his hand away. 

Remus gave a loud, joyous laugh at his friends’ antics. 

 Even if sometimes they could be too much to handle, he would never trade them for the world.

“Thank you.”

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As Fate Would Have It Chapter 2

I’m going to try and keep up with these but we’ll see. 

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“Wyatt I am not putting him in that seat it’s disgusting!” Lucy argued at the entrance of Target. She tightened her grip on Henry as Wyatt moved to take him.

“Lucy it’s fine! A little dirt will do him some good.” He huffed.

“Wyatt he’s ten months old he’s not even big enough for that seat.” Wyatt stood his ground, giving her a stare that he reserved for when he meant business, hoping it would cause her to surrender. No surprise that it didn’t. Lucy is the only person brave enough to constantly go toe to toe with Wyatt, and frankly she’s the only person he’ll allow to do so. Lucy straightened her spine and met his stare with the same intensity, years of being a college professor have perfected her ‘no nonsense’ glare. Henry obliviously giggling between them, completely unaware of the silent power grab going on above his head.

Wyatt gripped the cart tighter before muttering, “fine.”

Lucy smiled and whispered to Henry, “See? He can never say no to me.” Henry babbled in response. An older couple walked past and just smiled and shook their head at the pair. To everyone else they looked like a young couple running errands as a little family. She’d never admit it but it was fun to pretend that’s what they were… even if it was only for a few hours.

As they strolled through the aisles, everyone they passed seemed to smile at them. Lucy huffed when one too many women made eyes at Wyatt. He shot her a quizzical look and she pretended she was just blowing hair out of her mouth. They nearly crossed everything off the list Lucy made a crib, a car seat, a stroller, some bottles, diapers, a few toys and now they were standing in the food and formula aisle. Wyatt was just about to comment on how easy Henry had been through the store when he decided he’d had enough. His little face turned red and scrunched up, Wyatt was sure his screams could be heard in the parking lot.

“Damn little mans got pipes. You sure he’s not your kid?” Wyatt joked. Lucy involuntarily blushed at his indirect compliment. She just laughed and rolled her eyes. Lucy began soothing Henry, shushing him while holding him close to her chest, bouncing him up and down. Lucy’s heart broke for the child. This morning he woke up in his own bed with his mom there to take care of him then suddenly he was thrown into a new environment, surrounded by people he doesn’t know. Poor thing is confused as all hell, looking for anything familiar, most likely his mom. Lucy wanted to cry along with him.

“I know little guy. Shhh, I know, I know. It’s scary but I’ve got you.” Lucy cooed softly to the boy. Lucy met Wyatt’s eyes and the way he was looking at her took her breath away. She hadn’t seen such a genuine smile from him in such a long time.

“You’re a natural, you know” Wyatt said softly. His compliments and the way he was looking at her was too much to handle. Lucy had to remind herself not to get sucked in. Things were finally back to normal, well as normal as two people who have gone through what they did could be. They were Lucy and Wyatt no doubt about it, but not quite Logan and Preston. It was a weird limbo they were in, neither knowing where they stand with the other. Had the moment for them passed? Are they destined to just stay friends? These are the questions that keep Lucy up at night, it also doesn’t help that she’s currently holding his baby, a baby she has to keep reminding herself isn’t hers. She was just going to end up getting hurt if she kept pretending they were a family. Wyatt and Henry were a family, Lucy assumes she’s just going to be called in from time to time to baby sit, probably be referred to as ‘aunt Lucy’.

“I adored Amy as a baby, my parents had to remind me all the time that I was just her sister not her mom.” She joked, desperately trying to deflect from the situation. Wyatt chuckled and turned his attention back to the wall of baby food. He stood with two containers of formula in his hands, intensely checking the nutrition and ingredients. Lucy’s heart warmed at how much he already cared for this little guy that he has only known for a few hours. Lucy looked around she spotted something that she knew would help Wyatt immensely. She silently walked over and placed a large box in the cart.

“Lucy what is that?”

“It’s like a Keurig, but for babies” Lucy replied hoisting Henry higher on her hip.

“Absolutely not, we don’t need that.” Lucy tried not to get too excited over the word ‘we’ but it made her smile nonetheless.

“Trust me I saw this on Oprah you want it!” she challenged.

“Since when do you have time to watch Oprah?” he teased.

“I do have a life outside of our training sessions, you know.” She scoffed lightly. Even though the threat of Rittenhouse is gone Wyatt still makes her train with him three times a week. He claims you can never be too careful, especially living in the city, but Lucy doesn’t mind. She likes all the extra time she gets to spend with him, having a reason to be physically close with him even if it is only for a few hours a week.

He took a step closer, his flirtatious tone having an even greater effect at his proximity, “well then sounds like I’m not working you hard enough since you have time to watch Oprah.” She sucked in a breath, he hadn’t flirted this openly with her in a long time, possibly ever.

Standing her ground, she knew she couldn’t let him win. Lucy took a step closer so she could whisper in his ear, being a full head shorter than he is she had to stand on her toes which forced her body to be pressed against his, “I think you won’t do a damn thing considering I’m standing in the baby section of Target at 9:30 on a Saturday.” He didn’t have a response but he swallowed hard and Lucy knew she won their little flirting match.  

                                                        —

Lucy eventually dragged a reluctant Wyatt over to the clothing section, a place he had been dreading since they stepped into the store. He smiled and rolled his eyes as Lucy pilled outfit after outfit into the cart.

“I think that’s enough Luce, he probably has more clothes than you do at this point.” He teased. Lucy tried not to outwardly show how affected she was by the nickname. She ducked behind a rack of clothes to hide her blush.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, you can never have too many outfits. Right little guy?” she cooed at the baby. She honestly doesn’t know why she referred to Wyatt as daddy, it just slipped out but somehow it felt natural. She laughed at his stunned expression at her bold teasing. He cocked his head to the side. Lucy knew that look, he was about to dish it right back out, he was about to speak when an older lady placed a hand on his arm.

“Your family is absolutely precious, how long have you and your wife been married?” Lucy turned her head,

“Oh uh…” she fumbled unsure of what to say. A deep blush appeared on her cheeks at being called Wyatt’s wife. The name secretly sent a thrill through her. She was about to politely correct the lady when Wyatt cleared his throat next to her.

“Um… almost four and a half years.” His answer took her completely by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to just go with it. If her cheeks were pink before she probably looked like a tomato now. He smiled and glanced at Lucy. Her heart fluttered at the memory and she wondered if he remembered as well.

           “Well stop the presses here I am going on and on how’d he do it with you?”

           “Do what?”

           “Propose silly I mean look at that rang!”

           The smile and small wink told her he did.

“He is just the cutest little thing on God’s green earth!” the lady gushed at Henry, “what’s the little angel’s name?”

“Henry” Wyatt and Lucy said in unison. They made eye contact with each other, his lips turned up into his signature smirk and she felt her face heat up again. Get it together Lucy! He walked over so he could stand next to Lucy. He put his arm around her to he could rub Henry’s back. They’ve been closer in the last 20 minutes than they had been in a long time. The smell of his cologne all around her was intoxicating. Her mind fogged with the memories of their time in 1941, being able to completely give themselves over to each other. They let themselves fall hard, knowing the other would be there to catch them. Lucy missed being this close to him, the whole time he was with Jessica she ached for his touch. Seeing the way their future selves were with each other gave her hope but it’s still been a long journey back to him. Not one Lucy minds taking if it means she’ll end up in his arms. Feeling bold she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She felt him freeze for half a second but then instantly relaxed and moved his hand to her lower back, falling into a comfortable familiarity that she’s missed so much.

“You don’t let anything happen to them!” the lady warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Wyatt said softly while pressing a kiss to the top of Lucy’s head, her breath caught in her throat as she fought back tears. The gesture was so small yet so intimate, her mind was swimming with all the things his action could mean. Was this all just a show for the nice old lady? Were they finally at a place to cross over into something more? Seems like kind of an odd place to make that jump, the infant clothing section of a Target…lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice the woman walk away, Wyatt awkwardly cleared his throat and stepped away from Lucy, both refusing to make eye contact.

“We should probably get the little nugget home.” Lucy whispered glancing down at a sleeping Henry.

“He’s certainly had an eventful day.” He agreed. They made their way to the check out in silence and carried all their items out to Wyatt’s jeep. The mood lightened as Lucy laughed at Wyatt fighting to install the car seat, she kept telling him he was doing it wrong and he just grumbled in protest. Mumbling something about a ‘bossy-know-it-all’. Climbing in on either side of the car they both turned towards the back seat. They sat in silence for a moment watching Henry sleep. Lucy traced his face with her eyes, the soft fullness of his cheeks, his large eyes, long eyelashes, cute little button nose, lopsided grin that she would know anywhere, the grin she fell in love with all those years ago in the waiting room at Mason Industries. Lucy looked to her left and saw Wyatt staring at her with admiration but quickly turned away when she caught him staring. Blushing slightly, she turned her gaze back to Henry, wishing so bad he was hers.

[survivorandalucia]

“Well Stone boy, let the games commence.”- Amanda

Too busy socializing and not sounding bad for once to make a long one but FUCKKKKK!

Welp.... there goes my plan, both of the people i could control the votes of are gone.

Jenna thought she could get me out? Ahaha, you're gonna have to try a little harder than THAT. Took me all of two hours to get an eight vote majority against you girl, maybe next time try and target somebody you can actually vote out. Catch ya later, little miss last place.

OMG BYE JENNA! You little snake ass bitch!! *booty drop* im so happy that snake is gone! BUT NOW A TRIBE SWAP OMFG! Already this game is so crazy! Amanda is safe so bless! Im gonna bring my social game in today and try to talk to the vets and then tmw for only a little bit I don't wanna be seen as a big social threat yet or overplay anything! I made an alliance with everyone that is left an good thing i was in an alliance with all of them! But the fact that i have previously made a doc with all the info from the past players should help my tribe out! Chris stoner is a big threat he won a season and got second out! I want him out but only if somone else brings up his name! I'm so anxious now oh my lordy!

I survived first tribal with no votes and I'm so excited. Though now we are switching tribes are im a little worried because I was in a good position and now I don't know where I stand

OKAY SO I made an alliance with Jacob Payton and Toph and we were ready to slay the game and stuff and then we have a tribe swap which meant we lost Jacob but we decided to do a newbies alliance so that's cute 

Payton is cute and it distracts me that is all

I am kinda alining myself with Madison just cause she won the thing at first and i think she's cute and i feel like that's gonna bite me in the butt. She's also though the only one i even remotely trust though atm.

So we swapped and there's some good things about this tribe, thankfully. They've got an inactive, and I screamed for joy when I saw that. The fans want Willa gone, we want Willa gone, so when it comes down to numbers the fans will be scrambling and that puts me in a neato position to work with either the newbs or the veterans, and I love that gig. As for the newbies, I'm really liking Toph, Payt, & Amanda so far. I haven't talked too much with Madison off-call but Amanda and I sent memes and did some good ol' Game of Thrones chatter, Toph is a fellow atheist (which there's less of us than I'd like rip) and Payt rocks his dino onesie and seems like a fun fella. But as for the returnees, I can't say I'm fond of many of 'em. I've barely spoken with LA and Jordan M., but I do like Adrian & Chris. Hopefully I'm on decent footing here, I just gotta stay chatty and stay sunny. I'm not going anywhere, bet on that.

JENNA WAS ROBBED also me socio-strategic icon not getting any votes except for the one i gave myself B) jk i was afk all day whoops, but this game is crazy already yikes cant wait to flop <3

The returners are some shady motherfuckers, like seriously the first fucking challenge they backstab us, like i trust that madison didn't and i'm pretty sure jordan lied to us and maybe poteet knows.

Surprise!

Tribal again, rip. I'm a little worried this round.

So, I planted the seed into the newbies alliance chat that we should get Chris out as soon as we can. I saw his games, he's a comp beast and has made FTC both times he's played. I feel like he's going to become a huge threat in the game if we don't take him out soon enough. I also feel really insecure with my newbies alliance, they haven't done anything shady, I just have a bad feeling. Thankfully, I can't get voted out this time! I love Jenna for giving me immunity. Payton wants Jordan out, but I kind of like him. He has been acting shady, but I think now is the best time to get Stone boy out. I don't think anyone will wind up listening to me, though. I told Poteet I'm debating between getting a threat out or someone annoying or someone shady and he was like "Well the other tribe isn't bad at challenges so I think we should stay strong for now." I get where he's coming from, but I have a feeling that Chris will be impossible to get out once merge hits. I'm having a (bean) dilemma right now and I just don't want to put a target on my back for mentioning Chris to any returnees. Payton told me he made an alliance with Poteet (and I think LA) and he told them to get Jordan out, so I guess we have to get him out now unless something (hopefully) changes. I'm happy though, I can remain a bit calm because in the end, I do have immunity. If something happens though and one of the newbies goes home, we're all royally fucked.

Omg we won immunity. It was close but we did it. Aah I'm just trying to make it a day at a time I personally didn't know what the heck I was doing during the challenge Out of all the vets, I have a pretty good relationship with Daniel And I have a good relationship with the newbies So hopefully I have a really good social game going

So, winning that challenge was AMAZING! I led Malaga to a big fat W, and I've made a group of friends doing it. I had a rocky start to this game, but I ain't going any where for a while yet, so I guess y'all are stuck with me.

guess who has no fucking clue what's happening? it's me it's been a busy couple days and my cat died and i died inside and there is this org going on that i'm probably losing and there are new people and old people who probably know each other and there's a shea and an angry tomato in our tribe chat for some reason i'm actually so confused about life i think there was a challenge

Hiiiii! Your fave floppy fan from the last FvF is here and is ready for his second shot at the virtual million bucks! I love everyone here, from the hosts to the people that actively tried to talk to me: Jordan Pines, Rhone, Poteet, Jake and Jordan M! But we're not on the island coming off the boats or whatever, and these twisted hosts say that we have to vote someone off from both tribes?!?! Also, noting the fact right now that I was completely oblivious that there were 22 people to begin with and not 20 AJNAJSND I HAVE BEEN A MESS SINCE THIS GAME STARTED AND I HATE IT ALREADY! So, I have been somewhat inactive in the first 24 hours of this game. Half of the returnee tribe has not responded to my add request, and I have only been talking to Jake, Rhone and Poteet a whole lot. Both Jordans are chill, but Pines is acting all fucking smug ever since it was announced that he found that immunity? Okay chill. We get that you're immune for the first tribal of the season, but most of this community knows your reputation of being a dick and asswipe, and I wasn't apart of that mindset until you demonstrated it with our short 15 minute talk. I pray we lose this first challenge so I can take you out. Day 2 and WHEWWWWW ALREADY A TRIBE SWAP? Amazing. Just amazing. Also there is a thing called "Trials of Terror" this season? But like, where is the trials part of this twist.... and how is it terrorizing? All we have for premergers is for them to hand immunity to some unsuspecting flop from either tribe, only for them to advance to the next round of gameplay? Again, terrorizing? No. Good idea to be buddy-buddy with the person who's name you are writing down tonight? ABSOLUTELY!

So this round is a god damn mess. Payton really is trying my patience right now. First you want me and poteet to target each other. Now you want to target me. Oh hunny no you gotta try harder than that. The best part is poteet helped me in the challenge to try and get the advantage so that was his first mistake. Also Madison I see you leaking information. That's noted and wont be forgotten. I'm so ready to get votes at every tribal I attend honestly. Shower me in votes daddy.

It is Day 4? Idk I lost count already that's so sad :( But, my new tribe lost the challenge and I'm not even too worried. The newbies are like digging their selves into a ditch and I'm just sitting back and watching the show unfold. Willa is an inactive mess. Thank god I got to see how he played in Athena ORG, cause then I would know to keep him on a leash. Amanda and Toph are like the only cool ones I had the pleasure of talking too. Madison is something. Girl, I personally think is oblivious to the fact that we swapped tribes and did not add me back until the challenge results went up, and there is Payton. Sweet lovable Payton. Dude you're  a mess, and you already fucked up saying that you have an alliance with someone by posting in the tribe chat "but don't tell anyone we're an F2"..... Typical newbies. Its hilarious to watch honestly. Literally, how people are like offering me these alliances offers is truly baffling. Because I am really at most a 6 on the activity scale at this point, and with us attending tribal tonight, they're really looking and scoping for a vote that they can use huh? But alright, I'll play dumb and go along with your plans. Just don't be shocked when its you tonight that goes home!

So after we lost immunity I started talking to Jordan who said that Payton kept beans for himself during the challenge so of course I immediately told Payton so then we got the anti Jordan train rolling BUT WAIT now Jordan wants to work with our newbie alliance so idk how I got out of this bean mess unscathed nobody even blamed for it which offends me deeply and I would just like to say that Jordan Means rhymes with beans so he was the one that held out that is all

I'm not agreeing with Amanda or Payton so that nobody can use my words against me but now everyone is turning against Payton who I trust so very much so I feel really torn about the vote and Ahhhh

Looks like I'm the only newbie here that grew a pair of balls today. Jordan told me that he knows Petra and I was like "Oh shit, I have to flip this vote on my own!" So, I suggested it to the newbies alliance. Turns out, I was right for having a bad feeling about them. Payton goes to Chris and tells him that I'm throwing his name out there. This little hoe is really testing my patience huh??? I rallied up myself, Jordan, Madison, Toph, Adrian, and Willa to get Chris out. Things should go smoothly because I highly doubt he has an idol. I heard that people were also trying to get Payton out, but I brought up the point that if Payton goes he will give Chris immunity. I thoroughly believe Chris is a very smart person so I think he would throw immunity just so he can take out one of our numbers, which could wind up being me. Also, this is how I know Payton is out to get me. [3:15:32 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: hmm [3:15:37 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: just be careful [3:15:58 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: watch your back [3:16:20 PM] Amanda Sledge: okay then [3:16:23 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: look [3:16:25 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: dont be fake [3:16:28 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: dont come at me w that fake shit [3:16:29 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: ill get u out [3:16:33 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: easily [3:16:35 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: trust me [3:16:38 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: im not some fool [3:16:46 PM] Amanda Sledge: okay [3:17:35 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: just done be fake thats all [3:17:38 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: otherwise im a great guy! [3:17:43 PM] Amanda Sledge: aight lol [3:17:45 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: if u wanna come after me have some balls [3:17:48 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: say yo ur a threat [3:17:50 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: boom game done lets go versus [3:17:56 PM] Amanda Sledge: aight then [3:18:00 PM] Amanda Sledge: game on pal [3:18:09 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: this is where the fun begins [3:18:11 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: gluck [3:18:16 PM] Amanda Sledge: thank you [3:18:20 PM] Amanda Sledge: good luck to you as well [3:18:34 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: ur safe tonight [3:18:42 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: but not next round [3:18:46 PM] Amanda Sledge: yep Well Stone boy, let the games commence.

God, I've been torn all day, but I decided to vote Payton out. Chris gave me a really good case, and I decided to listen to it. Let's hope that it will benefit me in the game! Fingers crossed. [5:24:29 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: well this is my pitch to you in regards to not voting me [5:24:33 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: I am loyal to those who help me [5:24:43 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: you came after me in a good attempt but without getting to know me [5:24:51 PM] Amanda Sledge: fair point [5:24:54 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: i don't judge that or hold it against you, I expected it coming into the game [5:25:08 PM] Amanda Sledge: my messages are gonna send later my wifi sucks sorry [5:25:10 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: im pretty loyal, I'm good at comps. i am the only winner in this game so there will be plenty of time to get me out [5:25:12 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: no worries youre good [5:25:18 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: no one will let me win twice [5:25:29 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: let alone make finals again [5:25:36 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: i got luky a second time cause i had 2 very very close friends who i knew for 6 years [5:25:46 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: this time im alone with a big red target on my back [5:26:31 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: thats the jist. im loyal to those who help me. my allies make it to the end with me. I'm strong in comps and I will always have a big target [5:26:37 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: this big move of yours will paint a target on your back [5:26:48 PM] Chris "Fabio" Stoner: and i think it benefits you to have me in the game to keep that target me and you in the shadows

After tonight Imma just shut up for a while XD

Dora the explorer becoming my best friend? more likely then you think