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Skinny
Pairing: bf!Chris sturniolo x Reader
Wordcount: 700
Summary: you talk to your boyfriend about the internet (literally just the song skinny, by Billie Eilish)
Warnings: really short, angst(?), body image, the internet, hurt/comfort (?), direct quotes, idfk
(Litterally wrote this during a 1h car trip, so itâs rlly short. I was listening to the song while writing this. Hope you guys like it tho <3)
I recently met the triplets in LA. We quickly became friends, but I always felt drawn to Chris the most.
Sure theyâre all considerably hot, but there was just something about Chris that made me feel something..
Turns out I wasnât the only one that felt it, and soon enough Chris confessed to me. Wich meant a lot, considering he has commitment issues, but he was willing to commit⌠for me?
We dated for a while until I realized,
I fell in love for the first time.
I may only be 20, but those 20 years felt so eternally long. Chris was everything Iâd been waiting for all my life, being the hopeless romantic.
I started to go to the gym more often, and eat healthier. Not for any other reason then, I was happy.
I also started to notice that Chrisâ Pepsi habits got better, and he started to eat healthier as well.
We were talking one day, both of us sitting on opposite sides of Chrisâ bed.
âPeople say I look happy, just because I got skinny.â I sigh.
The only reason why I look happier is because I have a working healthy relationship, because Iâm in love. Not because my body changed.
Chris tilts his head to the side his eyes slightly furrowed as if asking me if Iâm serious.
But the âoldâ me was still me. Maybe even the real me, my actual personality when Iâm on my own, And I think she is pretty.
I never really had body image issues. I never struggled with eating.
I got famous pretty young, like 17 or so. And back then I was a kid, of corse I liked to eat. I wasnât even that big really. I was just a kid, I didnât care about it too much.
Iâm not magically happier than I was before. I still cry.
âPeople say Iâm acting my age now.â I sigh. âAm I already on the way out, am I âfalling offâ?â
Chris tilts his head not saying anything just trying to process my words. As if my words are outlandish to him.
âI feel like a bird in a cage, you know. With all these expectations and rumors.â I sigh softly. All these things have been bugging me for a while.
âIâm sorry.â He looks at me with not pitty but understanding. âYou were my secret,â when we started dating we hadnât told the internet. â- and I didnât get to keep itâ
But like couples do we would go out on dates. With both of us being touchy people, PDA was big. But a random fan took a picture of us kissing and it spread like wildfire.
I sigh heavily at the memories. How betrayed I had felt by those so called fans looking into my business.
âThe internet is hungry for the meanest kind of funny, and somebodyâs gotta feed it.â I purse my lips closing my eyes briefly.
âI suppose thatâs trueâ Chris breaths out his eyes locked on mine.
âPeople really think suddenly all my problems are gone and Iâm all happy, not because Iâm in a healthy and stable relationship but because i got skinny.â I huff working myself up, and getting angrier and angrier at something that seems like nothing.
âDo you still cry?â I ask rhetorically, my previous breathy and small voice now loud and clear. âI mean I do.â I reply to my own question.
I look at my boyfriend and the way he looks back at me with such understanding.
We look at each other in silence. âI love you. And Iâve loved you for so long. And thatâs not going to change.â
Chris says firmly a small gentle smile forming on his lips. Chris opens his arms waiting for me to come to him.
Iâm not upset per se, itâs just annoying seeing people comment on my body and happiness and whatnot. Itâs none of their business.
Iâm a content creator. I didnât ask for them to criticize me.
I sit up shuffling over to Chris. I let myself fall into his embrace.
But in Chrisâ, the love of my lifeâs arms, like this, it doesnât matter anyway.
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A/N: hope you guys like this style of writing. If h goys want to be on the taglist comment. Asks & requests are open đ
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Perfection | Jin x Reader
Pairing: Vampire Jin x ReaderÂ
Word Count: 16k
Series: (6/7) Predator Universe
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Breaking and Entering, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Depictions of Gore, Blood, Anger Issues, Dismemberment, MC had a fear of death, MC has agoraphobia, but MC is in therapy (good for her), Jin is kind of an asshole but we love it, kind of pet-playish(?), Jin is basically a sugar daddy tbhÂ
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.Â
Preview: Your eyebrows furrowed as you peered over your shoulder. Sure enough, there were a few dark eyes staring back at you - but there was one pair in particular that really caught your attention. There was a man in a roped-off section of the club, a velvet curtain drawn to the side to reveal him seated on an ornate chair. He looked like a king watching over his people, and you meant that not only because of his position but because of his features as well. It was undeniable that he was the most attractive person in the room, hell, the most attractive person you had ever seen. Smooth pale skin, plush lips in a permanent pout, dark eyes, and the widest set of shoulders with a slender waist. He was a work of art. He had this look on his pretty features as if he had just tasted something bitter, and that look was directed behind you.Â
A/N: I have been working on this fic since July and I am so happy that it is finally done and you guys will be able to read it! I really hope the time this took was worth it and that the fic was worth the hype lol. Itâs almost one thirty in the morning and I have a quiz so I really should be sleeping. I think this is one of my favorite installments of the series! I hope you enjoy the fic and as always I canât wait to see you in my inbox and my comments. Ily đđđ
Kim Seokjin had not only a pretty face but a brilliant mind as well.Â
At least, thatâs what he told everyone.Â
If there was a singular sin that he could fully encompass it would be vanity. And the sin that he shared with nearly everyone in his âfamilyâ was that of pride: a deadly and violent mix. That blend was what led to his damnation.
He knew that he deserved only the best and nothing less, that was exactly how he had been raised when he was still human. In the late 1800s, he had been granted the privilege of being born into high-class society as the eldest son, the heir to the Kim legacy. Everything he wanted was directly at his fingertips and at his disposal. From the moment he was born he was guaranteed power, and that was something he wished to never lose.Â
As the heir to a luxury wine company, it was only expected that alcohol, parties, and lewd behavior were set to follow him, and he exceeded those expectations. But he was good at keeping business and pleasure as two distinctly separate functions.Â
And with the life he lived, it was not often that individuals met his expectations. And by individuals, he meant potential wives. Naturally, it was expected of him to marry and continue the family's legacy. But the gold spoon that he was born with in his mouth tainted the pool. No one was good enough for him and that caused much strife within the family.Â
He was well past the age of marrying at twenty-eight years old. He was beginning to feel the pressure his father and mother were putting on his shoulders. And, not to mention, he was well aware that he was aging. Of course, he would never admit that his looks were fading. There was not a crease in his skin or a gray hair to be plucked, but he could feel it. He could see the minute imperfections that no one else could. It made his skin crawl in disgust.Â
And then Kim Namjoon entered the frame and everything began to come together.Â
His mother had insisted on organizing yet another party to find him a wife under the guise that he was there to make several important business deals. But when the vast majority of partygoers were young women with stars in their eyes he knew what was really going on. And of course, he was not going to stick around and socialize with subpar candidates. If he were going to do that it would be restricted to his bedroom, of course.Â
Namjoon had come to that party that night, Yoongi in tow despite his protests. Namjoon was a cultured man, he liked to mingle with the members of high society from time to time. It helped him learn what was appropriate for the decade as trends (in manners, clothing, and amusement) came and went rapidly. And those who belonged to the upper class were those who set those trends. It was strategic and it helped his kind blend in as seamlessly as possible.Â
And Jin was the epitome of a high-class man.Â
And so, Namjoon and Yoongi befriended him. It hadnât been hard for them, they had been around for so long that they fit right in. And Jin had merely thought he found more of the few people that could meet his high expectations - his small inner circle growing with two new additions. But of course, that friendship had started out with the purpose of using Jin for what he had.Â
So in turn, he used them.Â
While Jin had a pretty face, he actually was quite smart and observant. He took note of his companions' odd behavior. He never saw them during the daytime, only in the veil of the night. They had the oddest colored eyes - not quite black but a deep shade of burgundy like the embers of a smoldering fire laid within their depths. And they were cold, absolutely frigid to the touch like a corpse. It didnât take him very long to piece together what they were, and it was only proven true when he caught the both of them feasting on lifeless corpses in his guest room. He timed everything just perfectly to discover their true nature.Â
Yoongi had seemed genuinely surprised, bloody lips parted in shock as he stood as still as a statue, the limp body still collapsed in his iron grasp.Â
Namjoon, on the other hand, was smiling. He too was not able to conceal his nature any longer but he wasnât trying either. He took his time and continued to finish his meal despite the obvious living human presence in the room.Â
âYou two have been holding out on me,â Jin said with a disappointed tone.Â
âHolding out?â Namjoon echoed before relaxing his arms and allowing the corpse to slip down to the floor, the thinnest drizzle of blood pooling onto the parquet flooring.Â
Yoongi could only stare at the both of them, his eyes darting back and forth between the two other men.Â
âYes, holding out! You are immortal are you not?â
âYes, we are, and Iâm sure youâve figured out the rest by now havenât you?âÂ
âYou may have been able to fool all of those other halfwits but it was painfully obvious to me, of course.â
âOf course.â Namjoon nodded while trying to suppress an amused grin.Â
âI want in, I wish to join you and your kind.âÂ
âNo,â Yoongi immediately cut in, âYou donât know what youâre asking for, this is a curse it is not something to take lightly and flirt with the notion of.âÂ
His tone was harsh, his face stern but there was evident pain behind his eyes. Yoongi had been forced into this life if that was what you could even call it. He couldnât fathom someone willingly agreeing to eternal damnation and he would try his hardest to convince them otherwise.Â
âAre you denying me?â Jin asked, his face contorted in utter disbelief. He was never denied anything in his twenty-eight years of life and the feeling of rejection was infuriating.Â
âYoongi, itâs his decision,â Namjoon interjected, his hand wiping the blood from his mouth leaving a streaky crimson trail behind.Â
âYouâre not actually considering this, are you?â Yoongi hissed.
âWhat is there to consider? Heâs already seen us and he knows what he wants.â
âHe has no idea what he wants!âÂ
âAnd why are you speaking for me? Just because youâre miserable and dissatisfied does not mean the same will be said for me!â Jin spat. âI grow tired of this human body. Every second of every day I feel myself wasting away and there is not a thing I can do about it.â
âYou would throw away your humanity, your life, all in the name of vanity?â Yoongi asked in disbelief.Â
âAnd for greed as well,â Jin laughed, âBelieve me, I am many things and one of them is self-aware. I am a selfish bastard and I am perfectly fine with that. I wonât allow my looks to fade and my fortune will grow as centuries pass. This is what I desire and I refuse to concede.â
He was a businessman in every aspect.Â
âIt sounds like heâs made his choice, Yoongi.â Namjoon finally spoke.
âIt sounds like heâs made an ignorant choice and I refuse to have any part in this,â Yoongi said, storming past the two of them and slamming the door shut with enough force that the mahogany wood cracked by the handle.Â
âSo, are we going to fuck about or will you give me what I want?â Jin asked, his impatience growing.Â
âI consider you a good friend, Jin. I won't lie, I am pleased that you are asking this of me.â Namjoon smiled before grabbing Jinâs shoulder, âWeâre all lonely children looking for a place where we belong.âÂ
Lonely children, that was one way to put it. Namjoon was not entirely wrong. In a world where you deserved only the best, many fell short and in the end, you were painfully alone, whether you were willing to admit it or not.Â
âBefore we go through with this, there are some things you should know.â
âWhat things?â
âYou canât go in the sun, not just yet, youâll be far too young and far too sensitive to light. Quiet, dark, scentless places are going to be the best place to stay - your senses are going to be heightened tenfold. You must feed often in the early years, youâre going to be very hungry, bloodthirsty really so you need to stay away from large crowds of people.âÂ
Jin was silent for a moment, his eyes shifting from left to right and back again as he processed everything he was told. He could manage, and he could figure out how to do all of those things while maintaining his position as an heir.Â
âLastly, do not try and do this alone. In our world, there is strength in numbers as well as safety. Youâll have to stay with me and Yoongi, we will all be bound to one another as creator and creation.â
âSo when you two leaveâŚâ
âYou will follow.â Namjoon nodded, âWe try to stay in one place for as long as we can so if itâs your family youâre worried about youâll have plenty of time to figure something out.âÂ
But they werenât coming with him. As terrible as it was, that wasnât a great enough reason to sway his decision. He still wanted what he desired and he was willing to let his family go. So he stuck out his hand, ready to shake on the agreement.Â
âI accept the conditions.âÂ
~~~~~~~
Most people were afraid of spiders, some of heights, and many feared drowning. But you feared something a bit more abstract and with a bit more finality. You were afraid of aging and by association, you were incredibly afraid of death.Â
And that fear often leads you to do a few things. One of them was to start skincare at an absurdly young age. The other was to hermit yourself inside of your house out of fear of some horrific accident befalling you. And the other was to seek out strange and obscure places to visit before you die. It was odd that the last two coincide but they do.Â
There were days when you were so frightened that you couldnât stand the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed. And then you had days where you felt daring, if you were going to die one day would you really want to have lived your only life trapped inside of your own house? There were your good days and your bad days and they came and went like the tides.
Today was a âgoodâ day. And by good day that meant you were on your laptop scrolling through forums trying to find a new place to visit. Living in a small town was hard, you knew everyone and every place because they were so few in number. But sometimes there were locations in between towns, or hidden spots in your own. Briar Hills is an old town, a historical town even. Itâs not uncommon for places to be abandoned, concrete skeletons collapsing and being devoured by the flora.
It was finding them, buried in hundreds of posts, that was difficult. The teenagers in the town had taken to reclaiming those places, turning them into party spots in the blink of an eye. But that has changed in the past few months. Ever since the first body turned up.Â
That was the thing about small towns, murder was much rarer than the action that cities see. So, when dozens of corpses begin to show up in streams and lakes and people begin to go missing without a trace - panic ensues. As well as a town-wide curfew.Â
Briar Hills turned into a ghost town after dark. The streets would be empty, lit by a few lampposts spread down the street that was easily consumed by a thick, hazy fog. Every now and then the fog would be broken by police lights, red and blue shocks of color dispersing the mist as the night patrol came around the block. It looked like something out of a horror movie.Â
And, if it werenât a good day, the sight alone would be enough to keep you corralled in your room. But it was a good day and you had become stir-crazy from staying in your house for the past few weeks.
After endless scrolling there was one post in particular that caught your attention. It looked like an extravagant invitation with a satin black background and deep red embellishments. It had very little interaction and it was written in a completely different language. For something as obscure as an abandoned place in a small town you werenât surprised that it had gone unnoticed, especially considering few people checked this forum.Â
Putting the text into google translate had not been insanely helpful. The translated text was jumbled and made little sense, it was one of those languages that did not thrive when it came to longer translations. But you were interested and fairly stubborn and after extended research and decoding fragmented sentences you were left with this:
âThe best bite Iâve ever had,â And following that was a set of coordinates that had been written out instead of just using their numerical counterparts.Â
You were interested.Â
What could that mean? Maybe it was some hole-in-the-wall restaurant, but why all the decorum? Why the translations? Who even uses coordinates anymore? The best way to get the answers you desired was to discover them for yourself.Â
Thatâs how you ended up sneaking out of your house, dressed head to toe in dark colors, like some teenager thatâs about to disappoint their parents. Except, in this case, your parents were the cops, and being grounded would equate to being detained for violating the town-wide curfew. All the more reason to not get caught.Â
You started to get cold feet when you realized where the set of coordinates was leading you, your body came to a fast stop when the toes of your boots met the edge of the forest. The forest, at night, with low visibility, and predators prowling was a bad move. That just screamed a sudden and violent death, not to mention the bulk of missing persons' corpses had been found within its depths. This was a stupid idea, a bad move, but it was a good day and you were too stubborn to follow reason. You would make up for it tomorrow by hiding in your bed all day. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism, but a coping mechanism nonetheless.Â
You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and took a step forward. There was no going back now, you had made up your mind.
The further into the forest you trekked the quieter it became. It didnât make sense. You were getting further from society so why was it so quiet? The wind was still, not a branch or leaf trembled, and not even a cricket dared to chirp. It was like every living creature had up and left, abandoning their home. The only sound that filled the static silence was the bubbling rush of water from the river.Â
You began to walk faster, your nerves urging you to get where you were going and be done with it. On top of that, your eyes were starting to play tricks on you, your brain attempting to make sense of the dark and fill in what was missing resulting in ominous shadows shifting through the trees. You were regretting your decision immensely, so you picked up the pace and began humming to yourself to fill the silence.Â
If you were being honest, you really had no idea what you were supposed to be looking for. The post hadnât listed much of anything and you werenât sure what would be at the end of the coordinates. But, the red light glowing in the distance was a sure sign of something. It grew more intense as you neared it, the light getting stronger the closer to the ground it was. When you finally pushed through the underbrush you were met with a set of concrete stairs leading down into the ground and at the very bottom was an old metal door with a faintly pulsing red light above it. Looking down at your phone you were able to verify that you had made it to where the coordinates were marked.Â
It was a bomb shelter. It was most likely one for the community back in the forties, an evacuation and safe point for those who didnât have their own. It must have been abandoned and forgotten about after the war, left to rot there for the past eighty years. But if that light was anything to go by, it must have been reclaimed by someone.Â
You carefully stepped down the stairs, applying a little weight at a time to make sure that the concrete hadnât eroded and wouldnât crumble beneath you. When you reached the bottom you tried the door and to your surprise, it opened with a creak. There was a long tunnel just barely lit by candles lining the walls leaving deep shadows in between them. And now you could feel the walls thumping, steadily vibrating with a muffled bass. That meant there was another chamber somewhere.Â
You hesitantly traveled down the tunnel, long stretches of the floor would eventually give way to more stairs leading you deeper and deeper underground. This was a claustrophobe's worst nightmare. The more you walked the harder the walls vibrated until you finally came upon another door where the sounds became the loudest. Above the door hung a purple neon sign that read: âBlood Sugar.âÂ
Upon testing the door handle, you were surprised to find that it was unlocked, and once it slowly swung open your nose was assaulted with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and a coppery odor. You swiftly entered and closed the door behind you, trying your best not to bring too much attention to yourself. But it appears you would have no trouble doing so.Â
The room you had stepped into was massive, the walls were tall and rounded out at the ceiling and were made completely out of metal. But it was far from a barren, abandoned bunker. The room was packed with people, some dancing, some drinking, and others wrapped around one another on the various red velvet chaises spread around the space. The music was loud and the room was lit by antique chandeliers as well as deep purple lighting casting an ominous glow over everyone.Â
The bunker had been converted into a club of some sort and despite the decrepit tunnels you had slunk through to get here, it was surprisingly luxurious. You were honestly surprised the entire town hadnât known about this place. That much was certainly true because, despite the large crowd, you could only recognize about five people you had seen before. The massive gathering was largely that of people that were not from Briar Hills.Â
A set of delicate hands slithered around your waist, tugging you sharply towards the stranger behind you. A shout of surprise parted your lips as you turned around, slapping the offending limbs off of you.Â
There was a tall woman facing you with a grin on her face, her bright white teeth glinting from behind her deep red lips. Her skin was so pale it was glowing with a purple hue from the lights, her long black curls creating an even sharper contrast against her skin. And you couldnât explain why you felt the way you did, but the sight of those bright white teeth had your stomach twisting in knots. Despite her delicate appearance, every red flag was being raised in your body. The urge to run was strong.Â
âHello, sweetheart,â She crooned, âYouâre new, arenât you?âÂ
Something in the back of your mind demanded you lie.Â
âNo, Iâm not. If youâll excuse me,â You said, your voice steady and cold despite the goosebumps on the back of your neck and the rapid thump of your pulse.Â
As you went to walk past her she easily stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, her face suddenly incredibly close as she pressed her nose to your hairline and took a deep breath. âOh, you canât lie to me, I remember every sweet little snack that comes in here.âÂ
What. The. Fuck.
âLook, Iâm not interested inâŚwhatever that means,â You huffed, taking a few steps back and breaking free from her steel grasp, âIâm just here for a drink.â
âOh?â She hummed, âSo am I, Iâm glad we can cut to the chase.âÂ
âOkay?â You slowly asked before shuffling around her imposing figure, âSee ya.âÂ
You slipped into the crowd, forcing your way through the bodies in an attempt to shake her off of your trail. Anybody else in your position would have lingered for the ethereal woman, but you couldnât ignore that feeling in the back of your mind or that tug deep in your gut. She was dangerous, and no pretty smile or sweet words could hide it. It was in times like these that your intense fear of death became present as paranoia, warning you of all potential threats.
When you started therapy you were encouraged to slowly step out of your comfort zone, to do things that would combat your anxieties. So, on good days, you try your best to succeed with these short-term goals hoping in the long run you could live normally like every other person your age. But you often found your anxiety creeping up on you and you knew after tonight you would need the rest of the week to recover and that meant avoidance which meant hiding out in your rented duplex.Â
But for now, you had to cope.Â
When you broke free from the crowd you stumbled forward, a stray limb jabbing you in the back and sending you reeling onto one of the velvet chaises. To your utter embarrassment, you landed right next to a couple that had left all of their inhibitions at the door like many other patrons of the underground club. The woman was straddling the man's thighs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, her long locks obscuring his face. Although you couldnât see what he was doing it didnât take a genius to figure out what it was as the womanâs mouth opened to let out soft moans of pleasure.Â
Heat rushed up to your face as you stumbled off of the chaise and backed up from the voyeuristic lovers. Of course, you weren't innocent, but seeing something like that in person was different from shamelessly reading smut at three AM.Â
A few feet away from the couple was the bar. It was surprisingly empty for a club. The man you assumed to be the bartender behind the countertop was relaxing against it, his dark eyes scanning your awkward posture.Â
You swiftly approached the bar and yelled over the music, âHi, how much is water?â
He gave you an amused chuckle before grabbing a small leather menu and sliding it over to you, âWe donât serve that here, sweetheart.âÂ
You stared at him in confusion before flipping open the menu. The only thing listed there were various wines all costing an exorbitant amount of money, and by that, you meant at least three months' rent and that was just for a glass, not even the bottle.Â
âThese prices are insane, are you kidding me?!âÂ
âTheyâre from 1889, newbie.â He smiled, a grin identical to the woman from earlier.Â
âWell, this was a bust.â You groaned, the initial buzz of excitement from finding a town secret had long since faded.Â
âCan I offer you some advice?âÂ
âBe my guest.â
âYou might want to pay more attention to your surroundings, youâve had eyes on you since you stepped foot in this place.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrowed as you peered over your shoulder. Sure enough, there were a few dark eyes staring back at you - but there was one pair in particular that really caught your attention. There was a man in a roped-off section of the club, a velvet curtain drawn to the side to reveal him seated on an ornate chair. He looked like a king watching over his people, and you meant that not only because of his position but because of his features as well. It was undeniable that he was the most attractive person in the room, hell, the most attractive person you had ever seen. Smooth pale skin, plush lips in a permanent pout, dark eyes, and the widest set of shoulders with a slender waist. He was a work of art. He had this look on his pretty features as if he had just tasted something bitter, and that look was directed behind you.Â
âIf I were you, I would get out of here. Things get crazy with fresh blood, ya know? The people here are like sharks in the water.â The bartender said, regaining your attention. âUh oh, looks like you got one on your trail.âÂ
You followed his and the pretty strangerâs gaze behind you. It was her again, the woman from earlier. She was slipping through the ocean of moving bodies with ease, her gait like that of a jaguar on the prowl as she approached. You watched as her polished fingers wiped away what looked like stray lipstick from beneath her lips.Â
Without thinking you darted away from the bar and past the pretty man, rushing through the first door you found which turned out to be the bathroom. Once the door fell shut you felt like you could relax for a moment. The music was muffled allowing you to think coherently for the first time since you had entered the bunker. Everything had become far too stimulating and you could feel your anxiety rising.Â
You leaned against the sink, turning the water on ice cold before splashing your face so that you could shock yourself back into clarity. You allowed yourself to brace the sink and relax your body, focusing on your breathing and grounding yourself before you lost control, just the way you were taught to.Â
The feeling of ice-cold fingers on your shoulders threw all of your work away.Â
You yelped and flinched, your eyes flying open to see her standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror.Â
âI knew you were a shy little thing, you should have just told me you wanted to do this privately.â She sighed with a sickeningly sweet smile.Â
In a moment of flight, fight, or freeze your body chose for you, your legs running without you telling them to do so. You didnât make it far, not before she grabbed hold of you and threw you up against the wall. Your head hit the tile behind you so hard you saw stars.Â
âIâve been hunting you down all night, youâve made me build up quite the appetite. Do you know how many others Iâve had to threaten to get to you? Everyone always wants to take someoneâs first bite.âÂ
What the fuck was she talking about?Â
âWhile it was cute at first, we've played this game for long enough, donât you think?â
âLet go of me!â You yelled while grabbing her wrists and trying to pry her hands off of you. To your complete and utter shock, she didnât move an inch, it was like her bones were made of iron - immovable and inflexible.Â
âNow, now, donât go throwing a tantrum that wonât get you anywhere.â She sighed, sliding her hand up your shoulder to wrap around your throat and squeeze.Â
Your throat and lungs burned as her grip slowly increased its pressure, your eyes watering as broken gasps and chokes for air gurgled past your lips.Â
âThere there, much better.â She whispered into your ear as she released your throat, your body going limp as you gasped for air.Â
She easily gathered you up into her arms and softly tilted your head to the side, her perfectly polished nails grazing over the stretch of skin as she hummed before pressing her cherry-red lips to your throat.Â
âDonât worry, youâll feel a slight pinch.â She joked before her jaw widened and a demonic hiss left her throat as her teeth grazed the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck.Â
But before she could sink her teeth in she was harshly ripped away from you, her perfect face slammed so hard into the bathroom wall that the tiles shattered upon impact. A loud cry of pain echoed throughout the room as she pulled herself from the wall, black blood was pouring from her crooked nose and her sliced lips.Â
Behind her stood the stranger from before, a miffed and frankly disgusted expression marred his stunning features.Â
âWhat the fuck, Jin?!â She screamed, cupping her injured face.Â
âSheâs not a fang banger, Junghee.â
Her once flawless features froze in shock as a look of horror crawled over her face. It was the look of someone who realized that they had made a horrible mistake.Â
âYouâve really fucked up this time.â He growled in irritation, a genuine growl that had your skin crawling.Â
âWell, how was I supposed to know?! What is she even doing here?!â
âThatâs none of your concern anymore, get the fuck out!â He yelled, ripping the bathroom door open and throwing her out of the room.Â
You stayed pressed up against the wall out of pure terror. Vampires, you had walked into a fucking nest of vampires and had the closest brush with death youâve ever had in your entire life. Your gaze remained locked on the vampire, Jin, as he calmed down; the waves of his rage slowly dissipating. In this lighting, you could finally see what you hadnât been able to before in the dim club. Under the fluorescent lights, his eyes gleamed a vibrant, intimidating red.Â
You winced in fright as he took a step in your direction, your body attempting to meld into the wall behind you. Jin raised his eyebrow in questioning, taken aback by your apprehension. It wasnât often he had humans cowering in fear, usually, they shook fromâŚsomething else.Â
âEnough of that, come along human.â He snapped, grabbing you by your sleeve and easily dragging you from the room despite your protests and your heels digging into the ground. He was pulling you as if you weighed nothing.Â
âLet go!â You shrieked in terror, struggling against his hold with all of your might.Â
He came to a sudden halt, gripping you by your shoulder and pulling your body so close that there was barely an inch of space left between his chest and your own.Â
âDonât you think youâve drawn enough attention to yourself tonight?âÂ
You peered over your shoulder, and sure enough, there were several of his kind watching the two of you from the dance floor. Their stares were curious and hungry. Unconsciously you shifted closer to him, choosing the lesser of two evils, one vampire versus many.Â
âLook at that youâre smart, for a human.â He snickered before guiding you back to the curtained area you had seen him sitting in before Junghee had cornered you in the bathroom.Â
âSit, stay.â He said with a smirk as he pressed you down by your shoulder onto one of the couches before gesturing for someone to close the thick curtains.Â
âLook, I just want to go home. I wonât breathe a word about what happened here or what this place is, it was a mistake coming here.âÂ
âA mistake indeed, but a mistake that needs correcting nonetheless,â Jin said with a distressed roll of his (impressive) shoulders. âSo, tell me human, how did you find this place?âÂ
You sat there in silence for a moment, your face the perfect image of confusion, âAre you being serious right now?â
âI donât recall telling a joke.â
âYou - there was a post online, on a forum? Anyone could have found it if they were looking close enough, it really wasnât that hard to find. All I had to do was translate the text and it told me where to go.â
âAâŚforum?â He repeated, clearly confused.Â
Dear God, he was an old-ass vampire who didn't know much about technology or even the internet. He didnât even know he had advertised the place. He was just an old man in a young manâs body.Â
âYou know, a forum, itâs online, it's where people who want to discuss a certain topic go to. I was looking for obscure places, abandoned buildings, and lesser-known spots in town. I found the posting for this place and it just said âThe best bite Iâve ever hadâ...I didnât know it meant literally.â You said, your nerves leading you to ramble on and on.Â
Jinâs eyes pressed shut, his face contorting in anger as a hiss parted his lips, âJimin.â
Jimin and himself were the only two vampires in their coven that knew about the club Jin hosted. Jin had been careless one night and Jimin had followed him, discovering the secret he had kept well hidden. Jin bought Jiminâs silence initially with limited access to the place, but now he was regretting every interaction he had had with the short vampire.
One of the few times Jin had found himself getting on with said vampire had led him to express his annoyance with the lack of human stock for the club. In turn, Jimin had offered to help âadvertiseâ in exchange for unrestricted access to the club.Â
Now that he had figured out how the little human had snuck her way in, he had to decide what to do with her. He could always kill her, that would be the simple answer. He could drain her dry and snap her pretty neck in an instant. But that wasnât really his style, he typically preferred to savor his meals unlike his gorger of a âbrotherâ, Jungkook.Â
Perhaps the human could serve a purpose for him.Â
âCome, human.â He beckoned with his fingers.
You remained frozen in your seat, your body still in active survival mode keeping your joints locked.Â
Jin sighed, clearly miffed by your disobedience. He rose from his own seat only to cross the room and sit next to you. His long fingers gripped your chin and jerked your head up, forcing you to look at him. His hold was ice cold, the chill from his touch steadily seeping into your jaw. You felt paralyzed by his intimidating crimson gaze. His eyes flicked quickly over your features as he turned your head from side to side, taking in your every pore.Â
âNot bad, for a human. Donât feel too offended, itâs difficult to look as flawless as myself.â He said with a casual tone as if he were merely stating a fact.Â
âYou look pretty average to me,â You blurted out the lie, your lips moving before your brain could stop you from verbalizing.Â
It was so fast you almost couldn't see it but it was there, his left eye twitched and his grip tightened forcing a slight whine of pain from you. He roughly jerked your head to the side, choosing to ignore what you said despite how much it clearly bothered him. Instead, he trained his focus on your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt down past your collarbone.
âSmooth,â He observed, his icy touch skipping over the skin of your throat, âJunghee didnât sink her dirty fangs in you after all, thatâs good.âÂ
Without warning he leaned down, his nose skimming over your neck as he breathed in, flooding himself with your scent. His grip tightened as you yelped and tried to jerk away from him in fear that this time you would surely die at the hands of a mythical creature, a monster in the flesh.Â
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his plump lips brush your throat, his cool breath fanning over the skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. His actions were reminiscent of a wine connoisseur, the way they studied the body of the wine and the aroma. He was assessing you - attempting to decide if you would make a good meal, that you were certain of.Â
You jerked as you felt him bury his face further into your neck. You could feel the slight flutter of his eyelashes against your skin as a groan parted his lips.Â
âWell, donât you smell delicious?â He crooned, his tongue swiping over his lips and just barely ghosting over your throat. âI think that we can come to an agreement, does that sound nice?âÂ
âWhat,â You paused to clear your throat, âwhat did you have in mind?âÂ
âIâm glad you asked,â He said with a wink after pulling back from you, âYou see, I think we could mutually benefit from one anotherâs company. While breaking your pretty little neck would certainly be the easiest way out of this problem, I do find you quite amusing, pet.â
Your body grew stiff as your mind conjured up the image of his strong hands severing your vertebrate in one smooth pull, your body falling limp and lifeless on the clubâs floor. Your greatest fear was death and Jin was death incarnate. He could very easily take your life if he so desired and he was making that very clear. He cared not whether you lived or died but only if your presence benefitted him in some manner. Your life was inconsequential.Â
âVery few people meet my standards but you are very lucky, I have a rather refined palette and it just so happens you meet said standards. So, I would like to propose a business arrangement. You will be my sole donor and keep those pretty lips sealed about everything you have witnessed tonight and in turn, you get to keep your life.â
âAnd if I donât agree?â You dared to ask.Â
A sneer marred his perfect face, his fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him in his blood-red eyes.Â
âThen your pathetic human life ends right here, right now.â He said, his hand slipping down your jaw to loosely wrap around your throat. He could feel your pulse steadily thumping against his hand causing his mouth to involuntarily pool with saliva, hunger twisting in his gut.Â
Your breath hitched, fear slicing down your spine like a violent chill. You knew you only had one choice, and that was to appease the monster that sat beside you because he was far less frightening than the unknown, than the certain embrace of death that waited at every corner.Â
When fear rules your life, you have no choice. There is only ever one option.Â
âI agree,â Your voice trembled as you swallowed uncomfortably under his grasp. âIâll be your donor.âÂ
âSplendid.â He said with a grin, his canines glinting under the light.Â
âCan IâŚcan I please go home now?â You asked, clasping your trembling hands together to try and still their shaking.Â
âNo, there are a few more fine details we have to iron out,â He said, his index finger lightly tapping your chin, âFirstly, I expect you to maintain a healthy lifestyle and that means no alcohol within a twenty-four hour period before we meet and certainly no smoking itâs a dirty and disgusting habit.â
You nodded slowly, trying your best to avoid looking into his piercing red gaze.Â
âTry your best to have a healthy diet as well, the junk you humans gorge yourselves on taints your flavor, itâs unbearably sweet.â He said with a wrinkle of his nose in disgust. âI will compensate you for your efforts and your donations, once Iâve deemed you satisfactory, of course,âÂ
âI think that about covers it. And when I call upon you I expect your presence. Do we understand one another?â He asked with a tilt of his head.Â
Your throat was far too tight, your eyes burning with unshed tears as you weakly nodded in agreement.Â
âVery good,â He hummed before leaning back into the couch and soundly tapping the top of his thigh, âcome, pet.âÂ
You sat still, your body frozen in shock as you were unsure if you had heard him correctly.Â
âWell?â He raised his eyebrow expectantly.Â
âIâŚI donât think that, um-â
âAre you going to keep babbling and test my patience, or are you going to be a good little pet and do as I say?â He interjected and immediately you remembered the phantom feeling of his hand on your throat, the light grip that screamed threat.Â
You awkwardly shuffled on your knees across the couch and hesitantly settled your legs on either side of him, hovering so that your weight did not rest on his lap. In response, he firmly gripped your hips and harshly pulled you down onto him, pressing you directly against him in a way that sent heat rushing beneath your skin despite the evident chill that emanated from his body.Â
You could see his fangs even clearer now. They had become longer than before, the sharpened points dragging along the flushed skin of his plump lower lip. You were terrified by the thought of them piercing your thin flesh. What if they punctured your jugular and you bled out to death? What if he had just been playing with his food this entire time, instilling a false hope of survival in you just to watch with murderous glee as you realized you were meant to die the entire time as he drained the life out of you?Â
And then what? The void of inevitable nothingness? The abyss of the afterlife? You were spiraling now, you could feel it in the way your chest constricted and your breaths came out in panicked, short huffs.Â
A soft, wet, stroke against your throat pulled you from your frightening thoughts. As your vision cleared you realized that he had settled back into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his tongue gently and steadily lapping at your skin. Despite your embarrassment, you could feel your body slowly relaxing and melting against him. It felt like you were being shot up with a tranquilizer, your muscles going weak from his ministrations as the skin of your neck went numb. Â
And within seconds his fangs were sinking through your flesh, easy and smooth. You jolted in response, a cry of pain leaving you as your fingers curled into the silk of his shirt while your body subconsciously leaned away, trying to escape the sudden painful stimulus.Â
In response, you could feel Jinâs arms tighten around your back and harshly pull you flat against his chest with an animalistic growl, one that immediately paralyzed you with fear.Â
The vampire beneath you was enraptured, completely lost in the feeding frenzy as rivers of blood flowed freely past his plump lips and poured down his throat. Your scent had been seductive, but your taste? It was better than any wine, better than ambrosia and nectar, it was addictive. So addictive he was unsure if he would be able to stop but at the same time aware he could not kill you because the rest of his immortal existence would be utter hell if he were unable to get another hit.Â
Kim Seokjin had a refined palette and high standards and few people met his expectations. But you? You were complete and utter perfection. And he deserved perfection.Â
His grip was too hard, unrelenting, crushing you against him. You wouldnât be surprised if he cracked your spine by accident. It was like he was afraid to release you, afraid that there was a chance you would be able to escape him, the apex predator.Â
But these thoughts were all uselessly whimpered in the back of your mind because the rest of your brain was completely flooded with euphoria. You had never felt so warm and tingly despite his cool hands in your entire life. It was almost like an out-of-body experience, the only thing keeping you grounded in existence was his tight hold. And there were other feelings as well, feelings you would have been ashamed of had your inhibitions not completely disappeared. Feelings that had your thighs clenching on either side of his waist, your heart beating pathetically fast, your pupils dilating, and your limp body helplessly rocking against him with his hands guiding and encouraging you.Â
This was completely out of character for you. You didnât climb into random men's laps and writhe against them eagerly like you were in heat. That had never been who you were, but the position you were in now clearly said otherwise.Â
You were growing lightheaded, not only from arousal and euphoria but from blood loss as well. You weakly pushed at his chest, your innate desire to survive prevailing over the pleasure that had relaxed your muscles.Â
âJin, please,â You whimpered, struggling to speak.Â
The vampire didnât respond or relent, his arms still wrapped around you like a vice. In desperation you wound your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair and tugging at the roots. The pull certainly took him off guard, his fangs sliding free from your throat and his perfect lips parting to release a startled moan.Â
His eyes were half-lidded but his red irises still burned brightly under the dim lighting, a perfect match for the blood that stained his lips and chin. He said nothing at that moment and from what very little you knew about him you could conclude that it was not often that he was at a loss for words.Â
Warmth trickled down your neck, rivulets of blood still flowing freely now without him there to catch them and that seemed to snap him back to attention. He slowly leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with you until he was level with your throat once more, his tongue darting out to lick up the trails of blood before tracing over the puncture wounds he had left behind.Â
Your hold on his shoulders did nothing to dissuade him, in fact, he quite enjoyed your weak attempts to keep him at an arm's length. Humans were so fragile, so weak, and he enjoyed that. Â
âRelax,â He breathed, âWe have a deal, remember? It would be a waste to drain you dry in one night.â
âAnd how do I know you donât just like to play with your food?â You asked.Â
âYou donât. Youâll just have to take my word for it, pet.â He smirked, tapping your chin with his finger.Â
âYouâre not going to kill me?â
âLetâs just say your sample was more than satisfactory, I have no reason to take back my word just yet.â
Yet. And yet, he was actually letting you go.Â
âIâll see to it that you make it home safely,â He began. But before he could finish speaking you were eagerly sliding off of his lap.Â
His hands caught your waist easily, one holding you steady and the other firmly grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing you to look him in his eyes.Â
âRemember, I call, you answer. As long as you abide by my rules we wonât have a problem.â
You nodded quickly, his words barely registering in your brain as your body took control. You would agree to anything that would keep you alive.
âDonât disappoint me.âÂ
~~~~~~
Days had passed since that night at Blood Sugar, days where Jin had not tried to contact you, days that you spent isolated in your house - a wave of agoraphobia so strong that the thought of passing a threshold frightened you to the bone which was beyond ironic considering your situation. But those days also led to you trying to convince yourself it had all been a bad dream.Â
If the encounter at Blood Sugar had in fact been real, you had little to show for it. The skin of your throat was smooth and untouched despite the fangs that you were certain had torn through it like paper. The only parting gift you had was the urge to sleep for days, a splitting headache, and a touch of soreness around your ribs where you were sure his arms had once restrained you.Â
Pretending it hadnât happened was easier on your mind. Your whole world had been turned upside down and the monsters you once thought to be the stuff of stories had been pulled from the shadows and abruptly thrust into the light. It was easier to pretend it was a dream. But you couldnât shake those blood-red eyes from your memories nor the show of pure strength that had been demonstrated against Junghee - her once perfect face that was so easily disfigured by the elder vampire.Â
You were afraid of death and the realization that it actually lurked at every eerie corner and you had sat in its lap like a contented house cat was enough to fry the connections in your brain.Â
And you could only pretend for so long. You could only ignore reality for so long.Â
It had been three weeks since you had seen him when he finally confirmed his existence in the form of a simple text.Â
âHungry, you know where to find me.âÂ
And that made your blood run cold. It was time to finally face reality, you had actually made a deal with a vampire and now he was cashing in on your promise. It was donate or die.Â
And in an absolute panic, you made a terrible decision. You placed your phone face down and retreated beneath your blankets like a small child hiding from the boogeyman.Â
Your phone did not cease to remind you that you had made a bad decision. The messages started sporadically - spread out throughout the hour. But Jinâs impatience grew as did the texts and calls. The eerie silence of your bedroom filled with a continuous buzzing as your phone continued to vibrate until you couldnât take it anymore and without looking at a single message you shut down your phone. But that only brought temporary relief.Â
You were begrudgingly pulled from the safety of your bed that day for an inspection your landlord had scheduled two days prior. There was no getting out of it and in your mind, it was a welcome distraction from the spiraling anxiety you felt when you thought about your powered-down phone.Â
You had no way of knowing that their presence would only worsen the problem that you had created.Â
You were generally a quiet person that kept to yourself around strangers, especially strangers that had a say in whether you continued living in your home or not. You practically stuck yourself to the walls as she inspected your home, and while your landlord was not necessarily a mean woman she wasnât very chatty. You two got along in those regards.Â
You were able to breathe when she gave you an awkward, tight-lipped smile, waved, and closed the door behind her.Â
As soon as she was gone you rushed back into your bedroom and just barely pulled your curtains aside to peer out your window and watch her retreat. But when you did look out that window you felt your blood run cold. She was still there, standing on the walkway, and directly in front of her was him. It was twilight out, the sun still desperately trying to cling to a purple and ochre colored sky. It was safe for him to be out. He was giving her a charming smile, one that anyone would fall over at the sight of. You could see him laugh and then say a few words but you were too far away to make out what they were. And then to your utmost horror, she walked away and he made his way up the front steps.Â
You were frozen, your muscles tense, and refused to move. You held your breath as you listened. There was no way that he could get in, you hadnât given him permission. But all of your hope washed out of you when you heard the front doorâs knob turn and the soft click of it leaving the frame. There were a few light steps and then the door shut once more.Â
He was inside the house.Â
You felt absolutely helpless as all you could do was wait for him to find you. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, you were cornered.Â
It was only a matter of seconds before he did find you, a stern and angry expression clear on his face as he rounded the banister and the stairs and stood right outside the door frame of your room. His eyes were different now, they werenât the vibrant red that you remembered. They were a deep burgundy now, almost black as they stared back at you with intensity. You couldnât even make out the difference between his pupils and his irises. It was a bottomless, dark gaze.Â
âHow did you get in?â You asked, the words rushing out of you to your own surprise.Â
One of his dark brows quirked, whether it was in surprise or irritation you did not know.Â
âElaine let me in,â He said with a stomach-turning grin.Â
Your landlord. She technically owned the house, she could let him in even if you didnât invite him.Â
âI thought I made myself clear when we spoke, did I not?â He asked rhetorically, âI call, you answer, I feed, you keep your life. What part of that did your little human brain not comprehend?âÂ
âYou called me?â
âDonât play dumb with me.â
âMy phone died-â
âDonât make me repeat myself!â He snapped, his voice shockingly loud and incomposed.Â
You flinched back against the wall as he finally entered your room only to stop dead in his tracks not more than five feet away. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and his fangs descended on instinct.Â
The two of you stood there, both staring at each other and refusing to move, waiting for the other to act first.Â
Jin was the one to break the stalemate.Â
âYouâre on your period.âÂ
Your eyes widened in embarrassment, warmth radiating beneath your skin in response. He could smell it, that was the only explanation and that was a mortifying thought that had you pressing your thighs together, tight and closed.Â
He looked shaken, frazzled, and incredibly unlike himself. His rage was forgotten, his hunger controlling him. He was gripping the footboard of your bed, the skin of his knuckles stretched taut as he held onto it like he was keeping himself grounded.Â
âI want a taste,â He said, staring you down without a single blink.Â
It took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said, and as soon as you connected the dots you were anchoring yourself to the wall and vehemently shaking your head.Â
âNo, no way!âÂ
âYes,â
âNo! Thatâs messy and gross and I never agreed to do anything like that with you!
âIâm hungry,â He hissed, âAnd you expect me to just leave when you smell like fucking heaven?â
âYes, because everything about this is crazy! I donât know you, I never wanted to find you and now Iâm stuck with you until you ultimately decide to kill me so Iâm sorry that youâre hungry but itâs not even my problem in the first place!âÂ
That was the one upside to being on your period, the influx of hormones allowed you to become confrontational.Â
âIâll pay you double for a feed directly from the source,â He said with gritted teeth.Â
Jin was never one to bargain, usually he would leave a deal with far more than the other party. But this was something he refused to pass up. Vampires, very often, had little to no inhibitions especially when it came to sex. Sex was often a co-occurrence with feeding, and menstruation was the epitome of that. He didnât expect a pathetic little human like you to understand. You were fettered by mortal concepts that had forced you to believe you were to be a social pariah during that time, that it was âgross,â as you had said. Little did you know you were considered a delicacy in his world, ripe for the taking. And he knew how delicious you were when he fed from the vein, his mouth watered at the thought of what it would be like now.Â
Your silence to his proposition only frustrated him even more.Â
âDo you know how many people would die to be in your position right now? Iâve had women beg to be on their knees for me and Iâm offering to pay you to do the opposite.â
You were sure that he was telling the truth because he certainly was the most breathtaking man you had ever seen in your entire life. But what confused you was why he didnât just throw you down and do as he pleased. He was bigger than you, stronger than you, and far faster than you. If he wanted it as badly as he claimed, why was he bargaining with you? You could only assume it was the lingering effects of the era he had lived in. While he was an asshole, perhaps he took no joy in forcing himself on a woman in that manner.
And then there was the money. Rent wasnât cheap, that was for sure. And not many people could say that they were paid to be pleasured. It wasnât a terrible offer, and the last thing you wanted to do was displease a vampire that could kill you and had threatened to do so before.
Shit.Â
âYou wont hurt me?â You asked, your voice wavered.Â
âQuite the opposite,â He smirked. He knew that he had won.Â
A gasp of surprise parted your lips as he closed the distance between you, moving so fast that a gust of wind whipped up ruffling your hair and sending loose pages of paper tumbling from your desk. Your heart stuttered in fright, every minute you spent with him only served as a reminder of how dangerous he was. This arrangement you had with him was dangerous, you were toeing the line between life and death and that thought made your stomach turn in unease. He was a vampire, an apex predator, a creature that you had stopped believing in long ago, but also the undead embodiment of death. The very thing you feared the most. All it would take is one moment of frenzy, a lack of control and you would be left to bleed out in your sheets with no one to come and find your remains for weeks to pass.Â
You didnât want to die, but you knew he wouldnât let you live.Â
The touch of his cold fingers to your waist brought you back to him as he tugged you toward your bed, pressing you down onto the sheets before moving over you like an animal on the hunt. His eyes were pitch black, the veins beneath them prominent, and his fangs dangerously grazed his plump lips. He looked like a fallen angel, like Lucifer himself, the most beautiful outcast of them all.Â
An involuntary cry of fright left you as he moved impossibly fast once more, his face now level with the side of your head, the tip of his nose just barely brushing over your cheek as he chuckled. Even his breath was frigid.Â
âYouâre nervous,â He hummed in delight, âCareful now, we wouldnât want your heart to stop, would we?âÂ
He could feel the violent, rapid thumps of your heart where his chest was pressed against yours. It had been a long time since he had had a human like this, oftentimes he found it too annoying. They were fragile creatures and having to restrain himself was rather inconvenient, but he preferred his partners to be responsive when he had his way with them, unlike some of his kind who couldnât care either way. Was it still necrophilia if both parties were technically dead?Â
And while your heart was making itself known, you could feel nothing in response. His heart didnât beat like yours, it had gone silent long ago and that thought only reminded you of just how wrong this entire thing was. He was dead, but you couldnât wrap your mind around how he also seemed so very alive and while that scared you deeply, it also ignited a disturbing thought within you. But that thought was quickly halted when he noticed your lack of attention on him.Â
He hated that your attention wasnât on him.Â
An annoyed growl rumbled in his throat as he moved back, quickly going down the length of your body and ripping your shorts down your legs, exposing you to the cold air.Â
âJin wait-â It felt as if all the air was sucked out of your lungs as he ignored you, plunging his face directly in between your thighs.Â
He was unlike any of the partners you had had before. He did not take his time even though he evidently had plenty of it. He didnât warm you up with gentle words, pleasing touches, or lingering kisses. Instead, he was absolutely ravenous. It was just like he said, he was hungry. But you, on the other hand, had not been prepared in the slightest for how sensitive you would be.Â
You could only whine in discomfort as you tried to clench your thighs closed, one hand coming down to push at his shoulder. Your actions were completely useless, no matter how much force you could use it was like pushing against a concrete wall - he was immovable.Â
You could feel him growl in annoyance which only sent a shock throughout your body, your hips twitching and your shoulder blades digging into the mattress. His fingers were harshly pressing against your thighs, forcing them open wider and hooking your legs over his shoulders so that he could get impossibly closer to you.Â
âToo - too much!â You barely managed to get the words out, your body jolting from sharp bursts of pleasure.Â
âBe a good pet and take it for me,â He crooned, parting from you for a mere moment to look up at you - his bright crimson eyes cutting through the darkness that had steadily filled the room. âI thought you said you would do anything to keep your life?â
You couldnât explain the feeling that his words gave you, but the shame that lingered was recognizable. Shame that enduring pleasure to ensure your survival was an addictive cocktail of emotions.Â
You couldnât even form a response in time before he returned back to his feeding, his soft lips and firm tongue caressing you in a way that made you realize he was actively trying to make you feel good instead of solely focusing on gorging himself on your blood. You had no way of knowing that that just made the feed all the more enjoyable, the rush of hormones in your body only adding to the flavor. It was a flavor he already knew he was addicted to and while he was reluctant to admit it to himself, it was a flavor he could not live without.Â
And with each feed there were more problems to come. While he knew his blood, saliva, and venom were incredibly intoxicating to your weakened human state - he underestimated the effect you would have on him. With all of the hormones his bite coaxed out of you there was one pesky one that affected him: oxytocin. It was a bonding hormone, one that fostered a relationship between feeder and donator which was why so many vampires rarely fed from the same human more than once typically preferring to drain the body dry and dump it anywhere to rot.Â
He was willingly making himself vulnerable to you all in order to get another fix, another hit of your blood. And the worst part was, he didnât mind.Â
âJin!â You cried.Â
He was disgusted with himself, disgusted by the way his body shuddered and was aflame with tingles at the mere moan of his name rolling off of your lips. It was nothing special, countless others had done it before you, but he couldnât understand why it was you. Why were you special?Â
He could blame it on the damn hormone bond all he wanted, but this was only the second feed which meant, to his utmost horror, it was him. His interest in you, a human, was more than just superficial desire.Â
Oh, how far he had fallen.Â
He smelled your salty tears and he could even see the gleam of them as they rolled down the curves of your cheeks as your hips pitched forward, broken whimpers wracking your body that only served to drive him crazier. He could drown in you and it still wouldnât be enough.Â
And as soon as all of the tension within you snapped he was digging his fangs into the meat of your thigh, fresh, hot blood rushing over his tongue and down his throat. The blend was intoxicating for not only him but for you as well - the bite secreting venom that doubled the effects of all of his efforts that lit your brain and body on fire. You could become addicted to him just as easily as he was to you because that feeling, that feeling was indescribable and would never be able to be replicated by anyone but him. Just as he was chasing you for his fix, you could easily see yourself doing the same.Â
When you came too, you were startled by the gentle touch of his tongue to the puncture wounds on your thigh. It soothed over the cuts rhythmically, urging the skin to sew itself back together again. And while he worked, he stared. Bright, crimson red eyes were trained on you. His gaze dark and dangerous. Your body that had once been limp and relaxed immediately tensed once more. The knowledge that a predator was nestled into your lap was enough to reignite fear in your chest. You feared that the slightest twitch or breath would signal for him to lunge again, but this time the outcome would not be so pleasurable for you.Â
But Jin was a man of his word. You didnât die that night and your bank account was fed in due course.Â
This continued for the next six days. Whereas before it seemed like the vampire was able to abstain from feeding for as long as he wished, he had now become ensnared by a ravenous, bottomless hunger. And that was all the more frightening. But what was even more frightening was the way he began to change.Â
He was still rude, cold, and dominating. But he had become ever present. His closeness could be described as suffocating. The only solitude you could find was in the daylight, but the minute the sun began to set he was back and hungrier than before. And after theâŚfeeding, he would linger. He would touch you more often, his words still snarky but lacking their usual bite. It was like he was becoming comfortable around you. He was still insufferable, but undeniably comfortable.Â
It was that comfortability that encouraged you to entertain that dark thought you had tried to smother before. Your ever present fear of death could easily be solved, the answer to your problem mere inches away from you. You understood the gravity of the situation, what it would mean to become something like him. But you couldnât deny the truth that you could live with ending the lives of others if it meant you could sustain your own. You didnât want to die, you couldnât fathom dying, and you had an undead man at your disposal. If he was willing.Â
It was after your seventh session together that you decided to finally ask him. His cherry red lips were pressed against your throat, swallowing every last drop of blood that slid down your skin. Your neck stung and your body thrummed with ecstasy, your fingers cupping the back of his head on reflex - moving without your permission.Â
âJin?â You asked.Â
He hummed in response, visibly enthralled by the feed but letting you know he was listening anyway.Â
âI want to be like you,â You whispered.Â
A slick pop echoed in the room, his fangs pulled from your neck and retracted into his mouth, disappearing from sight. His eyes narrowed, his dark brows drawing together in confusion and distaste.Â
âNo,â He simply said, retreating to the foot of your bed.Â
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause you would be useless to me, thatâs why. What good is a donor thatâs dead?â He scoffed.Â
You couldnât deny the ache you felt in your chest, the sting that âuselessâ struck against your heart.Â
âYouâreâŚyouâre going to grow tired of me eventually. Iâll get old, I wonât taste as good anymore. Then, Iâll be useless.â
âOh, I plan to savor every last drop that you can offer. I wonât let you go to waste like that, you are mine after all.â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean? Youâll just kill me before I go bad? Put me out of my misery before I can rot? Iâm a fucking human being not a piece of meat!â You yelled, angrily standing up from your bed.Â
You expected him to become enraged, to become violent. But if anything he was deathly calm, still, and silent.Â
âWouldnât that be a kindness,â he stood from the bed, now towering over you, âTo not have to grow older, to be in pain? To just stop here where youâre perfect, when youâre young and beautiful?â He said with a soft caress down your cheek.Â
âBut you could give me what I want,â You pleaded, âYou would never have to see me again, I could go far away and I wouldnât be your problem anymore.â
A frown pulled at his lips, frustration falling over his features, âItâs not as simple as that. You would be bound to me, there are rules about these things.âÂ
âRules? Like laws, is there someone in charge of you?â
âDonât bring that Twilight bullshit into this,â He hissed, running his hands through his hair in what appeared to be distress.Â
âThen I donât understand, why canât you do this for me? Iâve done everything youâve asked! Iâve given you everything you wanted so that I could stay alive! Why canât you understand that I donât want to die!â
âBecause you donât understand what youâre asking for!â He snapped.Â
In that moment, he was brought back to that fateful day all those years ago. Yoongi had warned him, he had tried to stop him and he hadnât listened. And now, he was being faced with a painful reminder of his naivety and arrogance when he stared back at you. Jin never regretted becoming a vampire. He never regretted his inability to grow old or the only way he was able to satiate his hunger. He enjoyed it. But if there was anything he didnât enjoy, it was being under the control of someone else.Â
âWe would be connected for the rest of eternity. Anything I ask of you, you have to do. You canât deny me even if you tried. And even if you ran, you would eventually come back whether you wanted to or not. I would be your sire, your creator, you couldnât hurt me no matter how badly you want to. We would be stuck together, do you understand?âÂ
If there was anything he was afraid of, which he would never admit to, it would be having to rely on someone like that. It would be loving you, obsessively loving you like he felt the desire to creep over him. While he refused to admit it, all of those feeds had done their toll. He could feel the tugs of a weak bond forming between you - begging to be strengthened by a little of his own blood and a swift death. If you stayed human, he could save you from the fate he suffered through. And if he killed you, then no one else could have you. It was insane, but to him it was incredibly logical.Â
You had been quiet for quite some time, your face pensive before you finally spoke.Â
âThat doesnât sound all that different from our current arrangement.âÂ
âUgh, youâre insufferable!â He yelled, grabbing the closest thing to him and flinging it across the room in a show of strength and anger. So this was what Yoongi felt like.Â
âYouâve exhausted your usefulness to me,â He spat in rage, âGood luck defending yourself on your own.âÂ
And just like that, he was gone. The only remainder of his presence was the broken chair that lay in pieces on the ground and the huge dent in the plaster from where it had hit.Â
You couldnât stop the sudden wave of tears that poured down your face. That had been your only way to cheat death, and he wouldnât give it to you after you had given him every piece of yourself that he had asked for.Â
The silence was loud, your sniffles and your pounding heart painfully apparent. But what was even more apparent, was the sense of paranoia steadily creeping over you.Â
What did you have to defend yourself from now that he was gone?Â
~~~~~~~
Jin was starving.Â
Even he was not so thick-headed that he couldnât see what he was doing. He was throwing a temper tantrum.Â
He had left you for a month now in what was supposed to be a break that would teach you a lesson. You werenât allowed to make demands from him, you werenât the one in control. But if there was anything he had learned from his pathetic plan, it was that you were very much in control.Â
You had managed to burrow your way into his unwilling, stone cold heart. A feat that no one in his human and vampiric life had managed to do. The very thought itself made his stomach turn. He had never had to depend on anyone else, he never wanted commitment in that sense. Yet here he was yearning for you, a pathetic little hermit. His pathetic little hermit.Â
He let out an audible groan, collapsing back against one of the velvet couches in the club. The blue and red lights flashed over his face, his stomach rumbled in pain. He had thought it would only take a week for you to break, just a few days before you apologized and begged for him to come back. But he had greatly underestimated you.Â
It had been a month and he hadnât fed. Everyone else paled in comparison, their blood sitting on his tongue like spoiled milk; he couldnât even manage to swallow a drop. And that was completely his fault. This was why he was warned not to keep feeding from the same source. You were bonded now and he was suffering because of it.Â
He had never felt so backed into a corner before. And the fact that it was all because of a human was just salt in the wound. He thought that time would sever the bond but in reality, distance had just made it grow stronger.Â
Even now he was certain that he could smell your scent sifting through the hazy air, itâs tendrils beckoning him to come find you.Â
It was the prick of his fangs against his lip and the sudden pool of saliva flooding his mouth that made him realize it was anything but a fantasy. You were there. A wave of satisfaction rolled over him, you had broken first in a stalemate that you were unaware of. He had won. But any excitement he felt about his win was quickly thwarted when he was reminded of the present danger. You, who smelled so heavenly, had once more crawled into a nest of vampires.Â
He quickly lurched to his feet, cutting through the crowds of vampires and humans alike in order to find you. You were in the most dangerous spot in Briar Hills and he could not protect you. His abstinence had greatly weakened him, he could only hope that no one else would be aware of that. He was the eldest there and he was in charge, that should be enough to keep everyone else away from you.Â
Well, all except one.Â
You hadnât even seen her coming, her or her âfriends.â You had just barely managed to step foot inside the bunker before she was ripping you back outside, moving so quickly that your head was spinning and your neck burned with whiplash.Â
You moaned in pain, one hand cradling the back of your neck while the other dug into the damp earth in an attempt to ground yourself from the violent pounding that vibrated all throughout your head. At first you were utterly dumbstruck, confused as to what exactly happened. But the swift kick of a pointy shoe to your ribs rolled you onto your back and allowed you to be faced with four pairs of glowing red eyes.Â
The pain in your head was quickly overshadowed by the hot shooting pain in your ribs. Your spinning head could just barely register the loud crack that had sounded when you were kicked. What looked to be an effortless, swift strike from her was enough to break your ribs.Â
âHello sweetheart,â A familiar, sickeningly sweet voice crooned.Â
It was her, that vampire from a month ago. The one that Jin had saved you from.Â
Cold shocks ran through your body as you panted, grabbing your side as you tried to scoot away.Â
âAh, ah, ah,â She teased, grabbing you by your ankle and roughly pulling you back. Another sickening pop echoed through the night as a violent scream tore its way free from your throat.Â
âNow, Iâm not letting you get away from me so easily this time. You really pissed me off, and now youâre going to give me what I want.âÂ
You had no time to react and nowhere to run to. She and her friends descended on you like a pack of hungry vultures. They ripped at clothing and jostled you around like a toy they didnât want to share. And all four of them dug into you. With Jin, there had been little to no pain. But this was the worst pain of your life. You could feel teeth digging into you, ruthlessly cutting through your flesh and ripping it apart. Hot, thick blood was pouring out of your wounds, drenching your skin and your clothes in an instant.Â
There was nothing you could do but scream, cry, and shake.Â
You were helpless and soon you were going to die. You had no doubt that they had every intention to bleed you dry. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Your greatest fear was suddenly becoming a reality and there was absolutely nothing that you could do about it. Death spared no one, especially you.Â
And for a moment you thought that death really had come for you because the pain was suddenly wrenched away.Â
You laid there, groaning in pain as you listened to what was happening. You could hear her low, sultry voice, the sounds of hits landing, and a deep, rumbling growl that shook you to your very core. It wasnât death, but it was a close second. Jin had found you.Â
You forced yourself to open your eyes and look, you struggled to turn your head but when you did your heart dropped. Half of her group collapsed, in various states of injury. But Jin was the worst. He was barely managing to stand and he looked so weak. His cheeks were gaunt compared to the last time you had seen him, the veins beneath his eyes prominent and exposed. But worse of all, he was coated in his own blood. It stuck to him like an oil spill, pouring from wounds that were trying to heal themselves albeit very slowly. He wasnât going to make it out of this; he was too hurt, too weak, too hungry, and outnumbered.Â
âI knew it,â Junghee giggled, her voice pitchy with murderous glee. âI could smell you all over her, you bonded with her!âÂ
Jin said nothing. He wobbled, his chest rose and fell rapidly with angered breaths.Â
âOh, how far youâve fallen, Jin,â She sneered, âSo high and mighty and look at you now. Youâre no better than the rest of us - in fact youâre weaker than us! Iâm so sick and tired of living under you and your rules, I think itâs time someone replaces that coven of yours. Itâs time for a new jurisdiction.âÂ
âIâll give you one chance to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness,â He said with a deathly calm voice.Â
âIâm going to rip you apart and burn the pieces. And when Iâm finished with you, Iâm going to drain your little pet dry.â She said with a cocky grin.Â
Jin hummed in response, his head slightly tilting back as he thought. His eyes seemed to glow even more intensely in the dark, a ring of light shining around his irises as he spoke.Â
âThatâs an interesting idea. Tear each other apart.âÂ
You stared in shock as they immediately obeyed his command. It was mind-control, he could compel individuals to do his bidding. How many times had he used it on you and you had gone on unaware of it?Â
All four of them turned on one another, rushing at each other with abandon. It looked like they were marionettes, like someone else was controlling their limbs and forcing them to do as he commanded. You watched as the four of them attacked each other, clawing at their friends and prying their limbs from their bodies. The sounds were horrific. You could hear them screaming, crying, gurgling, and begging for it to end as they tortured one another. Black blood sprayed and stained their hands and faces as they ripped each other apart limb by limb.Â
Your stomach rolled at the sight, your wounds flashed hot with pain, and your ribs and ankle throbbed in sympathy as they violently mutilated each other until they couldnât reach one another anymore - their limbs dismembered and useless.Â
You choked down the bile that threatened to escape your throat. They had tried to kill you, they were getting what they deserved. They were going to do the same to you and Jin.
Jin.Â
You caught sight of the vampire a few feet away from you. He had fallen to the ground after he had issued the command. His body was unnervingly still, his skin ashen and the sickliest pallor you had ever seen. He was dying, you were sure of it. That was something you had thought to be impossible for his kind but here he was proving you wrong. It was possible, but hard to do.Â
You felt a surge of adrenaline wash over you. You couldnât let him die, he was your one chance to avoid that very same fate. You needed him just as much as he needed you. If you could help him then he would owe you. You could get the immortality that you were desperate for.Â
You cried out in pain as you rolled onto your side and crawled to him. Each inch you moved felt like you were being stabbed along the way. Your body was crying in protest but you were on a mission.Â
When you finally closed the distance between you, you could breathe a sigh of relief. He was hurt badly, but he was still âalive,â if not barely.Â
You grabbed him by his shoulders and slowly, painfully, dragged him into your lap. Your body threatened to crumble beneath his weight as you guided his head to the open wound on your neck. This was a risk, a really big risk. You were hurt badly and you had already lost so much blood, but you were sure that he would be able to stop.Â
âCome on, Jin,â You encouraged him, cupping the back of his head with your hand, âCome on drink, you need to drink.âÂ
You felt a cool puff of breath on your neck, his nose slightly skimming over your pulse as the scent of blood pulled him out of unconsciousness. And as soon as he was awake, his predatory instincts took control. He lunged forward, wrapping you up in a vice like grip as he dug his fangs into the already open wound.Â
You hissed but held still, allowing him to get his fill. He was scarily inhuman at that moment. Jin had fed from you many times, but he had never been like this before. Silent, overbearing, and territorial.Â
Your eyes began to flutter, they were feeling incredibly heavy and it was becoming hard to keep them open. You had lost too much blood, you were still losing too much blood.Â
âJin,â You croaked, âYou need to stop.âÂ
He ignored you and continued drinking, only digging his fangs in harder to force more blood from your throat.Â
âJin please stop, please,â You cried, âYouâre going to kill me!â
When you realized he wasnât responding, that he was too enthralled by the feeding frenzy, you began to fight. You tugged at his hair, pushed at his shoulders, kicked at him with your good leg but it all was for nothing.Â
He let out an animalistic growl, squeezing you tighter before roughly shoving you to the ground and pinning your wrists above your head. He groaned in delight as your fighting ceased, as your blood flowed more easily into his waiting mouth.Â
You were fading fast, your visions steadily beginning to black out around the edges. He was going to kill you, and just like before there was nothing you could do about it. You were utterly helpless.Â
Your own desires would be your downfall. Just like Icarus, you had flown too close to the sun.Â
~~~~~~~
When Jin came to, he was confused.Â
He couldnât remember anything after he had ordered Junghee and her coven to dismember one another. But when he became aware, he quickly figured out what had happened. Their corpses were sprawled about, their limbs still occasionally twitching.Â
And you were there, scarily still in his arms with the remnants of your blood on his lips.Â
He didnât expect a wave of grief to wash over him. He hadnât felt that even when his own family died or when he watched them mourn the loss of a son that never truly perished. But the sight of you, your broken body limp in his arms was enough to force a choked sob out of him. It was painful, it was complete and utter despair.Â
It was in that moment that he realized he did love you. In some horrific twist of fate, he loved you. He once thought that he would be able to kill you, then no one else could have you. But he didnât anticipate the pain that it would cause him.Â
A soft, weak flutter halted all grief he felt. It was your heart. Your little human heart was still trying to beat. You could still be saved.Â
That was how he ended up here, with the only person he knew that could fix you.Â
âSo, this is what youâve been doing with all your free time.â Namjoon hummed, checking over your vitals.Â
Jin stayed quiet, nervously clenching and unclenching his fingers. At that moment, he understood what Yoongi went through. If he believed in karma, which he didnât, he would have been able to appreciate it. This was what he deserved after what he put Yoongi and the fledgling through. But Jin was far more determined to keep you human than his âbrotherâ ever was.Â
But it was undeniable that he could finally understand him. He finally knew what Yoongi was trying to protect him from all those years ago.Â
âJunghee really did a number on her. Iâve given her an awful lot of my blood to heal her wounds. It would just take one quick break, Jin. You said it yourself, this is what she wanted.â He mused.Â
âSheâs my pet, nothing more. Sheâs useless to me as one of us, I want to make her last as long as I can.â He said with a warning glare.
âItâs useless, you know, lying to me. I could smell it on you the second you came through the door. You bonded with her, sheâs yours now. Do with her what you will, but she will join us soon. Whether itâs you or me, well thatâs entirely up to her. But I have a feeling she would let any of us do it at this point.âÂ
âYou wouldnât-â
âOh, but I would. Remember this, everything I do is for our family. You helped me with Yoongi, you understood then what I was trying to do. You can keep playing with her for a little longer, but she will join us. Donât make me command you, Jin.âÂ
Jinâs back stiffened, that familiar tug in his brain was there. That feeling that he needed to fulfill his creatorâs wishes. And so, he bought himself some time.Â
âI donât think itâs her you need to be worried about,â Jin said, that cocky edge to his voice back once more.Â
âOh really?â Namjoon asked, leaning forward in interest.Â
âWhen was the last time you checked in on Hoseok?â
Namjoonâs brows furrowed in thought. Jin had got him, this was what he was good at - misdirection.Â
âHoseok too?â He mumbled to himself. âDonât you find it odd that this is all happening now? Yoongi and the fledgling, you and your pet, Taehyung and the little human he keeps in his studio, and now Hoseok? How interesting.â
He knew about Taehyung? But he hadnât said anything about Jimin or Jungkook. He didnât know everything. He had two more bargaining chips to buy himself more time.Â
âWatch over her, make sure she doesnât hemorrhage. Youâve done a good thing, Jin. Thank you.â Namjoon said before briskly leaving the room - his office that now served as a hospital for you.Â
He wasnât so sure that he had done a good thing. He was paying for what he had done to Yoongi now, what would come to him next now that he sold out Hoseok. And what about Jungkook and Jimin, what would happen when he revealed their secrets as well.Â
That was all he could think about as he waited for you to wake up. Namjoonâs blood was doing a thorough job. He was old and strong and because of that your body was mending itself incredibly quickly.Â
The only thing he hated was that you smelled like him. It was Namjoonâs blood in your body and because of that you were practically emanating his scent. Your normal heavenly essence was murky in the haze of his creatorâs and it would take some time for it to dissipate. He was going to have to live with it for the time being. For now, he needed to figure out how he was going to protect you from the fledgling and from Hoseok. One was hungry and the other was certainly going to be pissed with him.Â
But if he could keep you like this for a little while longer it was worth it.Â
Your heart monitor was starting to accelerate, the beeping became loud and frequent. You were awake.Â
He slowly raised his head to look at you and he felt his stomach drop. You were giving him the thousand yard stare, your frail body tense on the mattress. You were utterly and completely frightened of him.Â
Your name left his lips in a hushed whisper as he stood, moving closer to your bedside. You shrieked and huddled into the furthest corner that you could.Â
âStay away from me!â You yelled, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to block yourself off from him.Â
âIâm not going to hurt you,â he said, his tone the softest it had ever been, âI donât want to hurt you.â
âLet me go, I want to leave. I donât want to see you ever again, I want to go home!â You were rambling now, every frightened word running out of you with a gasp.Â
âYou canât leave, itâs too late now.â He said apologetically. He had never apologized before.Â
âI want to leave!â You screamed again, âYou tried to kill me! You said you wouldnât but you did! You lied, youâre a fucking liar!âÂ
âIâm in control now, thatâs never going to happen again I swear.â
âYouâre a fucking liar!â You screamed again, your words trailing off with a broken sob.Â
He had felt grief when he thought he had killed you, but now he was experiencing heartbreak. His first, genuine heartbreak. He thought seeing your lifeless body was bad, but this, this was somehow worse.Â
He was suddenly overcome with the urge to comfort you, to hold you. And so he tried. The second he picked you up you began to writhe, screaming obscenities at him and clawing at his skin. You were trying to do anything you could to get away from him.
The last time he had held you like this, held you this close, he had tried to kill you. Your body and mind were completely in survival mode now and you needed to get away from him.Â
But he wouldnât let you budge. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped you in a tight embrace, pinning your arms in between the two of you so that you couldnât hurt yourself while trying to hurt him. All you could do was scream and cry and writhe but eventually your body went lax when you realized it was pointless. There was no escape.Â
Your brush with death had only made you more frightened of it. You had met that dark, empty void and the void had stared back at you. What some might have found to be peaceful, you had found to be terrifying. And, as a result, you were terrified of Jin. He had brought you to that void and your body was certain he would escort you back.Â
âIâm sorry,â He finally said, the words not burning him like he once thought they would for the longest time. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You sniffled as you limply laid in his hold. You could feel the soft touch of his lips against your cheeks, collecting your tears as they brushed by in the lightest of kisses.Â
âNever again,â He mumbled, âI promise.âÂ
You whimpered once more, the word liar echoing in your mind.Â
âIâll give you what you want, I swear. Youâll never be that close to death again, Iâll keep you safe. Just give me time.âÂ
You slightly perked in interest. What you wantâŚwhat you want. Heâll give you what you want. You tilted your head up at the same time he went to kiss your forehead, only for him to gently kiss you instead. He froze for a moment, still as a statue as he processed what he had done before he did it again, and again, and again. It was like he had discovered a new insatiable hunger that he couldnât settle no matter how many times he tried.Â
âI love you,â He admitted so softly against your lips that you thought you had imagined it.Â
He loved you. He was going to give you what you wanted. You had almost died. He was a liar. Your mind was reeling.Â
âNo one else can have you, not even death can take you away from me; because youâre mine, remember?âÂ
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For @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt âproposalâ wc: 999 rated m cw: suggestive language | tags: domestic fluff, sappy and romantic
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âSteve! Freezerâs working again!â Eddie yelled from his spot on the floor behind their previously defunct freezer.
Eddie insisted he could fix it himself, hence the hours heâd spent on the floor with tools that werenât doing anything and a lip bitten until it bled.
âTold you if you took your shirt off it would work faster,â Steve said from the doorway, hands on his hips as he took in the sight of Eddie being half naked.
Sweat dripping down his chest.
A bruise forming on his side where heâd dropped a wrench on himself earlier.
His newest tattoo peeling because heâd forgotten to put Vaseline on it earlier.
âI always listen to you, sweetheart,â Eddie smirked as he stood up. âYou got any plans later?â
âI actually do remember something on the calendar.â
Eddie walked over to him, covered Steveâs hands with his own and rocked him side to side. âDamn.â
âWhy? You wanna make plans?â Steve raised a brow.
âI thought I could get a reward for all my hard work today,â Eddie pouted his bottom lip out, eyes widening as he leaned further into Steveâs space. âMaybe in the bedroom?â
âReward? For fixing the freezer that you broke?â
âI seem to remember someone saying that the freezer was just âoldâ and that this âcouldâve happened to anyone.â Or am I mistaken?â Eddie let go of Steveâs hands but stayed close to him.
âIâm not sure who said that. I do remember someone saying that if you turned it down too far for too long, it would break, though. Maybe you can recall who said that?â Steve leaned in to peck his lips softly, teasing just a little with his fingers along the waistband of Eddieâs pants. âSeems like a smart guy.â
Eddie rolled his eyes. âYeah, well. At least the guy who broke it could fix it.â
âThatâs right, baby.â Steve backed away. âNow. Iâve got baked chicken spaghetti in the oven for dinner and I made cookies earlier if you-â
âMarry me.â
Steve froze, his eyes widened.
Maybe Eddie couldâve been more eloquent, more romantic.
Shit, maybe he could do that still.
He reached for Steveâs hands, smiling softly at him as his eyes darted between Eddieâs, searching for him to say that it was a joke.
âIâm serious.â Eddie kissed his forehead before continuing. âYou think I survived the hell of â86 to not end up with Steve Harrington? You think Iâve spent nearly every day of the last six years trying to be the best partner you could ask for, the kind you deserve? You make me wanna be more than everything else.â
âWhat-â
Eddie shushed him with a kiss. âWhen I was little, like barely old enough to ride a bike, my mom brought me to a flower shop. She said I had to pick a nice flower for my teacher so she knew I was a sweet kid. I picked a daffodil. She laughed and said âyou know the love of my life always brought my a daffodilâ and when I asked why dad didnât bring them to her anymore she said âhe never did.â And as I got older I realized what that meant. I never could ask her about it, but I eventually asked Wayne. He said-â Eddie sniffed, biting his lip trying not to cry. âHe said sometimes the love you get isnât what makes you feel better than everything else, but that doesnât mean you donât deserve to feel more than everything else. And I still didnât quite get it, ya know? Made no damn sense to me when I was 13. Kinda thought Wayne was high.â Steve laughed, Eddie smiled. âBut then I saw you in the cafeteria one day, and I saw the way you held the door open for some of the band kids even though Tommy was teasing you for it. And I saw how much you did for me at my worst, even before you had a reason to, before you knew it would be worth more. I see how you love, and how you keep loving, even when some people may not deserve it. I feel how much you are, how much more you can still be. And how much I wanna be more to be worthy of you. I donât have much, you know I donât, but you love me anyway. And you make me wanna be more.â
Steveâs tears were falling rapidly, a sob escaping at the end of Eddieâs words as he fell forward, his tears soaking Eddieâs shirt instantly.
âYouâre enough for me,â he finally managed to say against Eddieâs neck. âYouâve always been enough for me. I donât want more. I just want you.â
âI know, sweet love. I know.â Eddieâs arms tightened around him. âYou think you could marry me?â
âEds. I would marry you every day if we could.â Steve sniffed as he pulled away. âWe canât really do it, though.â
âMaybe not. But we can wear rings, tell everyone. I can call you my husband around the people who love us.â
That was a hell of a thought.
Husbands.
âYouâre sure you want that?â
âOf course I am. Who else is gonna fix your freezer when it breaks?â
âMaybe you could try not to break it in the first place.â Steve smacked his shoulder. He kissed him slowly, tongue brushing against his bottom lip but not looking for more. âBut I guess it would be nice to have someone around all the time to fix the stuff he breaks.â
âHey!â
âI love you.â
It was that simple.
âSo. My reward?â
âMy hand in marriage.â Steve turned away and looked over his shoulder. âAnd maybe my hand in other places. If you hurry up and shower.â
âIâll be done in five. Be naked on the kitchen table-â
âEddie, not-â
âThe kitchen table!â
Steve rolled his eyes but threw his shirt to the floor and winked before making his way to the kitchen. âFive minutes!â
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Hello! I'm not sure if you are taking requests right now, but I'd you are could you do something with a daughter of medusa who us almost or fully blind and everyone avoids her except for percy who has a crush on her? Can end however ypu would like :).
And remember to take of yourself and drink water!!! â¤ď¸
thank u my lovely <3 hope u enjoy
i do have bad vision but i am not blind, so i apologise for inaccuracies,
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medusa was blessed with a daughter
gorgeously thick, curly hair, strong as hell, brought up by your mother as best she could
she was so happy when you opened your eyes as a baby and no one you looked at turned to stone
her curse was not yours!
it only took a moment for her to realise her curse had a different effect on you
you were not cursed, but as a side effect of being medusa's child, you were almost completely blind
growing up, you never realised there was anything too different about you
why would you? your mother raised you and she kept her eyes covered most of the time, she knew how to live as a blind woman in a seeing world
things got worse as you got older, and around 10 years old is when it got really bad
the monsters were relentless, and even medusa hiding you away didn't seem to help with the nightmares
so, when you were 12, she brought you to the camp
chiron was hesitant, but knew you meant no harm - you were a scared, lonely kid, like so many others before you
kinda for the first time, you were interacting with people who could see
it wasn't hard to guess who your mother was, and apparently that was enough for the other kids to reject you immediately
you learned to wear sunglasses or some kind of fabric over your eyes, otherwise some kid would start screaming
the first couple years of teenhood were rough
of course. you learned to live with it
you learned to become incredibly spacially aware, to be able to walk into a room and know exactly how many people there were and where they were standing
there were some kids who were alright, some from the athena cabin were civil despite their mom being the one who cursed yours
occasionally, though, there was a kid called percy
a son of posiden, who you were suitably wary enough of (again, considering the story)
he came to camp a little before you did, and was off on a quest when you actually arrived
it was an odd introduction
"hi, i'm percy, i kinda killed your mom"
you had shrugged, fingers still trailing over the book in front of you
"i know. she sent me an iris message from the underworld. it's not the first time someone's killed her, she'll be back in a few days"
the silence that followed was one of awkward expectation, and you snorted a laugh. "dude, chill out, i don't care anymore"
he'd hesitantly accepted your acceptance and had left, and you'd thought that would be the end of it
to your surprise, he would come back and talk
a friendship blossomed over the next couple years, something that was new to you
you genuinely liked him
he didn't ask questions about being blind all the time, he didn't scream when your sunglasses slipped down your nose, he seemed to automatically let you know what he was doing and where he was in your space
with him came grover, the somewhat nervous satyr who calmed down once annabeth, percy's other friend, slapped the back of his head when he asked if your hair was just a bunch very thin snakes
this was more friends than you'd had in your life, and it was kind of incredible
annabeth got some books in greek braille, and together you discovered that it was easier for you to read - the ancient greek hardwire was still very much present in your brain, even if you couldn't see the letters
percy, however, went the extra mile every time
every activity you were hesitant about, he was right there with you, describing the new areas, offering to help but never touching you or giving advice unless you asked first
any time something changed with the camp, whether it was a part of the forest or the layout of the camp itself, he'd go with you to explore the differences to change the mental map you had in your head
late nights were reserved for sitting together around a campfire, maybe with grover and annabeth, maybe not
but they were a time for you to ask questions instead
what colour were the new swords? what does bronze look like? is the red of the strawberries as sweet as they taste?
he would answer as best he can, trying to explain from every angle, like trying not to use other colours to explain another colour
one night, in your fourth year of camp, you got up the courage to ask him the question you'd been wanting to ask him forever
"percy? what do i look like?"
there was a pause, and you knew he had turned to look at you by the rustling of his hair
...a minute passes, and you shift in your seat
"you don't have to tell me, it's fine, forget i asked-"
"no!"
he interrupts you, blurting out a protest a little louder than he intended
he continues, clearing his throat
"no, i just- would it be okay if you took your sunglasses off? so i can give you the best description?"
in answer, you slipped off your sunglasses, hanging them in the neck of your t-shirt
all you could see was a faint warm, orange-yellow glow from the fire
percy takes a breath
"okay, here goes- you're beautiful. i-i know that isn't much but... you look warm. like the feeling of coming back to our cabin at the end of a really good day, tired but happy, and everything is quiet and calm and cosy and you know you're gonna sleep so good. you look like sunsets over the sea, like someone has managed to set the horizon on fire but, y'know. less dangerous than setting fire to things."
you laugh, subconsciously leaning against his shoulder with your heart trying to keep pace with the butterflies in your stomach
"yeah? i look warm?"
his voice is almost a whisper
"right now, yeah. the firelight is reaching out over the grass to touch you, preferring to have you warm than the trees around us. if we were regular teenagers, we could be telling scary stories"
i rest my hand, palm up, on his knee, a silent way of telling him to give me his hand
he does so, and i link our fingers together tightly, a 'thank you' that we don't need to hear
"percy?"
"yeah?"
"what do you look like right now?"
another pause, and he squeezes my fingers gently
"i think... right now, i look like i'm completely in love with you"
my head lifts from his shoulder, head turned to him as if i need to hear him better, like we aren't side to side, holding hands
"you... what?"
he breathes a shaky laugh, and i feel his hand move to pause just over my cheek
"sorry, that wasn't a great description, but i couldn't think of anything else to say. can i put my hand on your cheek?"
slowly, i nod, feeling his warm palm settle against my skin, his thumb brushing over my cheek
"please say no if you don't want me to," he whispers, voice nervous but also filled with hope
"but can i please kiss you?"
i don't need to be able to see to know how big he smiles when i say "yes"
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i hope that was okay? i tried my best, if anyone has an issue with it or wants me to correct something, let me know!
#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo imagine#percy jackson#percy jackson headcanons#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson imagine
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mr. dr. chuck, i'm a few months ago i told a doc of mine that i believe i'm on the spectrum (after yeeeears of considering all the reasons why i thought so) and she agreed with me. then i came to some conclusions about members of my family. then i started melting down and haven't really recovered.
i'm in my 30's, but my life feels like it's been the mistake-addled 24th year for over a decade. people, choices, wants, they feel like things that were silly blips and not of much substance. i'm tired and my body hurts, so it feels harder to get to things i need. doctors don't seem like they can be trusted because of all the other ways i show up in the world.
i'm worried about my life and my future, and it feels like my magic is gone (or that i can't touch it right now). do you have any words of wisdom for someone who found out this really big thing about themselves kind of late?
thank you.
hello buckaroo thank you for writing. first of all i will say MOST IMPORTANT thing to remember is that it is okay and valid to FEEL the way that you feel. your reaction to this news or any news really is not wrong. that does not mean you cant wish for another reaction or WORK TOWARDS another reaction, but in grand cosmic sense this is just your way. YOUR TROT IS VALID and we all have our own unique way. sometimes that path is an easy path with sunny days and smiles and a glorious view, and sometimes it is through the darkness of shadows or crawling through the old bog. we can PREFER one path over the other, but neither is WRONG.
when giving advice old chuck tries to not PROJECT what i think YOU should do because that is not really the point. this is your trot to trot and i do not think it is my place to act like some authority of your way. what chuck can do is tell you MY story of diagnosis and how it made ME feel and maybe you can take little pieces of that for yourself.
chuck learned of way on autism spectrum when i was in early twenties by doctor who said 'yes this is your way'. when i learned of my spectrum way my reaction was: wow this is very very cool i am so lucky because all of my heroes are autistic and now i am in this RADICAL CLUB. we are special and unique and DANG what a treat wish i could have a membership card in my wallet to show all my buds.
now obviously this is not everyones reaction, but as starting off point i wonder what it would have meant to my future if the news would have HIT ME IN A BAD WAY. if i would have felt let a dang robot alien who didnt belong. maybe id be swimmin through the bog ever since.
thing is I LIKE ROBOT ALIENS they are very cool. doctor did not MAKE me different, i was different already, our talks just popped a nice little name on it for me to take or leave. i took the name proudly because DATA from stars trek (certified robot alien) is exactly how i already felt and dang what a cool character and dang what a great life. so was DAVID BYRNE. so was every cool buckaroo artist that i liked. cowboys are OUTSIDER HEROES and that is how my autism makes me feel.
so like i said, i do not know about YOUR way, but MY WAY of hearing this news was heaps of joy and excitement. i will also say that it is very DIFFICULT to find this reaction later if your first leap is feeling in a sad way about it. so maybe if you want to trot back in your mind to those first few steps it would be helpful. maybe mentally trot to where you were pushed off a dang cliff and think "well was i pushed off a cliff or was i just told 'hey bud youve been floating this whole time?"'
because if youve been floating then DANG thats a lot of power. thats not falling. you can float up, you can float down, you can float side to side.
the next thing i will say AS AND ARTIST is that years of toiling and feeling aimless are NEVER actually aimless when it comes to creation. and to LIVE in a human body is to be an artist, because you are CONSTANTLY CREATING the future. when i am writing and i dont have an idea for my next book that can be frustrating, but it is also PART of the process. if i walk to the store to rustle up my mind, or wander around the park, or spend a whole WEEK feeling weird because of writers block THAT IS ALL PART OF MAKING GREAT ART. that is not wasted time. in other words, your years of toiling are not wasted time, that is just the process we all have when we are creating a future masterpiece.
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Oda Didnât Understand Dazai: An Opinion By Me
@catboychuuuya wanted me to elaborate on that bit in my Soukoku post about Odasaku not really understanding Dazai. I aim to please, so here I am.
Letâs begin
Part A: Buraiha Trio
Oda wasnât necessarily a bad friend. He just didnât really know what to do with Dazai. I actually think Ango was both a better friend toward, and had a better understanding of, Dazai (Oda pushed Dazai toward the light, but Ango was the reason he got to stay there).
Oda decided that Dazai should live in the light, but I think Ango always thought he belonged there. Like he knew that Dazai had the potential to be good.
In the prologue of the Dark Era light novel, Ango is the one truly bothered by Dazaiâs apathy and suicidal tendencies. Oda has very mild reactions to all of it. Dazai is basically crying out for help, and Odaâs reactions are very indulgent (kind of âthatâs nice, sweetieâ).
"'Oh yeah, I created a new hot-pot recipe. Would you guys be up to trying it next time we hang out? I call it the 'superhuman stamina pot.' You can run for hours without getting tired after eating it. Itâs a dream of aâ'
'Not in a million years,' Ango sternly declined.
'If it keeps you from getting tired, then it might be pretty useful before a hard day's work,' I added.
'âŚOdasaku, that's exactly the problem right there. You're enabling Dazai. You don't speak up, and that's why he goes off the rails.'
I see. So this was what Ango meant by 'enabling' him. You learn something new every day."
Now, again, Oda was not a bad person or friend. Itâs normal to joke around with your friends. But also, I think itâs pretty clear (Particularly in Storm Bringer and the Dark Era) that Dazai was genuinely struggling in the mafia. He was extremely unhappy.
Another problem with Oda is that he put Dazai on a pedestal like almost everyone else in the mafia (exceptions are Chuuya and Ango for sure).
"No matter what he did, Dazai seemed to reach heights that normal people couldnât."
The difference between Odasaku and the rest of the mafia is that Dazai greatly admired Odasaku. He admired his belief system and resolve. Thatâs why I think itâs so sad that Oda didnât really understand Dazai, because Dazai took Odaâs word as gospel.
Thereâs one last quote from the prologue that I want to talk about:
"We had a saying in the Port Mafia: 'The greatest misfortune for Dazaiâs enemies is that they are Dazaiâs enemies.' If he wanted to, he could even have a picnic in the middle of a firefight. Dazai was practically born to be in the Mafia."
This is the first case where I think itâs clear that Oda has a fundamental misunderstanding of Dazai.
Dazai was not born to be in the mafia. He was groomed to be in mafia by Mori. Mori picked him because he was an extremely intelligent, yet directionless child. I think we all spend so much time thinking of Dazai as a puppet master that we forget that he is also capable of being manipulated himself.
Dazai is eighteen during the Dark Era. Eighteen. Heâs a teenager. Heâs not a mastermind. Heâs a lost kid in desperate need of guidance. He spent four incredibly formative years of his life suffering under Moriâs thumb (One before officially joining the mafia, three after). Odasaku was Dazaiâs hope, someone he could look to instead of Mori. He wanted to be like him so badly.
Part B: Something to Live For
âOdasakuâŚ,â Dazai said softly. âForgive me for the absurd wording, butâdonât go. Find something to rely on. Expect good things to happen from here on out. Thereâs gotta be somethingâŚâ
Yeah, you read that right. Dazai just presented an optimistic outlook on life.
Heâs speaking to someone who has just lost his main purpose in being in the mafia, taking care of those orphans. Yet, heâs begging him to find a new reason to live anyway.
Part C: Last Words
That brings me to Odasakuâs final moments.
ââYou wonât find it,â Odasaku said in almost a whisper. Dazai stared at him. âYou should know that. Whether youâre on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity.ââ
Okay, so, Odasaku is right that Dazai wonât find purpose in the darkness, but heâs wrong about why. Dazai is not an empty person incapable of happiness. Even though Dazai thinks this means that Odasaku understood him well, we canât forget that Dazai doesnât really understand himself. His feelings. His mind. Dazai genuinely believes that nothing can make him happy, but heâs wrong and the consequences to Odaâs words are huge.
Now, Dazai thinks heâs a villain pretending to be hero. He thinks heâs inherently empty. WHICH IS WRONG.
Think about why Dazai went to Odaâs side in the first place. Because Oda was his friend. Dazai put his personal feelings first in that situation, and he does that more often than people tend to notice. Heâs actually motivated by emotions a lot.
During Storm Bringer, Dazai basically moves Heaven and Earth to stop Verlaine and keep Chuuya in the mafia.
ââI joined the Mafia because of an expectation I had. I thought if I was close to death and violenceâclose to people giving in to their urges and desires, then I would be able to see the inner nature of humankind up close. I thought if I did thatâŚâ Dazai paused before continuing, ââŚI would be able to find somethingâa reason to live.ââ
We have to remember who prompted Dazai to think that, Chuuya. An idea born from Dazaiâs relationship to another person, not the idea itself, was what made him join the mafia.
Ranpo is definitely autistic coded, but so is Dazai. Since No Longer Human was extremely influential on BSD, and that novel has a lot of autobiographical elements in it, it makes sense that Dazai seems autistic. After reading No Longer Human myself, I really do think that Osamu Dazai (the author) was autistic. YĹzĹâs (the protagonist of No Longer Human) behavior is very autistic. I mean, at one point, he describes masking verbatim.
Iâm mentioning this because I think that what Dazai hopes to understand is not a reason to live itself, but other peopleâs motivation to live. Itâs an extension of the very autistic feeling of alienation from other people. Dazai thinks thereâs something wrong with him because despite caring about other people a lot, he has trouble understanding their illogical behavior. He also struggles to understand his own illogical behavior.
I also think this is why Oda struggles to understand Dazai. Because people who arenât autistic usually struggle to understand autism. Autistic people often get profiled as âsociopathsâ (an outdated term that refers to Antisocial Personality Disorder) and are seen as emotionless monsters.
Dazai distances himself from other people as a defense mechanism. In his own words, âI always lose the things I donât want to lose the most. Thatâs why I donât feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it. Thatâs just how things are. There is nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.â I think that indicates that he cares very much about the people in his life, but that he also lives in constant fear of losing them.
Conclusion
I donât know how well I articulated any of this (Iâm neurodivergent, can you tell?), but my point is that Odasaku took a lot about Dazai at face value, instead of trying to peel back the layers and understand him as a person. He ended up dehumanizing Dazai a bit in the process.
Dazai is far from perfect, but heâs also not inhuman.
I think about this quote from Atsushi a lot, âPeople need to be told theyâre worthy of being alive by someone else or they canât go on.â Like, what would have happened if someone told Dazai his life was worth living even without some grand purpose?
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#no longer human#sakunosuke oda#oda sakunosuke#the dark era
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Reimagining the Characters in Wish
(Part 4- The 7 teens)
Yup, you read that right, Iâm rewriting AAAAALL these fellas, or rather, just giving more substance to them because as they were in the movie we barely got CHARACTERS, just a 7 dwarfs reference, heck, I doubt yâall remember their names.
If youâre new here, hi, Iâm rewriting all the characters in Wish before I start sharing my rewrite, hereâs part 1, part 2 and part 3.
Now you may wonder, why am I even keeping the concept of the 7 teens in my rewrite, when just scrapping them all together would make my life so much easier instead of writing lines of dialogue and character motives to all of them?
Well the answer is that I like to make myself suffer I think they actually have a lot of potential, and I really like their designs.
Sooo lets meet the gang.
Who are the 7 teens?
So in my rewrite, the 7 teens will be a little bit more than just Ashaâs best friends. Because each one of them will be the sons and daughters of some members of the royal staff.
Iâll be specifying in this blog the following things about each one of them:
- Their personality.
- Who their parents are.
- How they met Asha.
- What purpose will they serve in the story.
So buckle up because this blog might get a lil bit long hahaha I regret this already.
Dahlia đŞ
- Dahlia is a 17 year old girl, she has mobility issues, so she has to use a crutch to walk.
- Sheâs very organized and proactive, always doing her best to get things done. Sheâs often the one who takes the lead when planning things for her friends such as surprise birthday parties or deciding where to hang out (or whatever teenagers did back then aside from dying from the plague).
- She has an habit of making lists with the step by step of everything she has planned, which her friends find pretty amusing. Her ideas always turn out to be a lot of fun, although she really needs to learn how to let go of this need of control and just let things play out naturally.
(Sheâs kinda like Twilight Sparkle⌠this will not be the last time Iâll mention a My Little Pony character in this blog)
- Sometimes when things donât go according to plan or she gets anxious she starts stuttering and replacing words
(much like how Doc from Snow White did constantly, Iâm shocked they didnât reference that once in the movie, itâs such an awkward teenager thing to do)
âAsha! We shookâ I mean LOOKED everywhere for you la-last night! Why would you fun- I MEAN RUN away from the hackle like that??â
â⌠I think you mean castle-â
âYOU KNOW WHAT I MEANTâ
- But overall sheâs a very kind and supportive friend to Asha, something they both have in common is that they enjoy working hard to achieve their goals, even though Dahlia still wants to give her wish for the king.
- I mightâve made her come off as a bit of a control freak but really sheâs very easygoing and kind. Even when things donât go according to plan she knows anything with her friends will be fun and work out in the end.
Even if what doesnât go according to plan is a heist mission to infiltrate the castle?
Sheâs the daughter of the royal cooks
- Her mother is the royal baker and her father is the royal lead chef.
- They both work in the castle, and Dahlia sometimes goes with them to lend a hand when theyâre short staffed or to learn the family business.
- Dahlia has witnessed first hand how the royal couple can be not so sweet when theyâre away from the public eyes:
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King Magnifico: Diner yesterday was absolutely dreadful, what happened? Have I granted your wish to be the greatest chef in the land for nothing?
Dahliaâs father: m-my deepest apologies sire, you see, the queen took all the salt from our storage yesterday to make her potions so-
King Magnifico: Blaming my wife for your incompetence now, I see
Dahliaâs father: n-no! Iâd neve-
King Magnifico: If you got no salt, find a work around, Iâll not be accepting any less than the finest meals from you, was I clear? Dismissed.
Dahlia: ⌠Dad, that wasnât your fault, you canât let him talk to you like that.
Dahliaâs father: Heâs the king, Dahlia, heâs always right. Besides, itâs thanks to him granting my wish that I know how to cook at all, the least I can do is not disappoint him.
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- Because she got to see this behavior, itâs easier for her to believe when Asha tells her the king and queenâs true colors.
- Sheâs expected to follow her parentâs foot steps, and become a great cook, but all she really knows how to bake is cookies.
- She sees cooking a lot more as a past time than something sheâll be doing for the rest of her life, but she doesnât want to let her parents down, she keeps trying to develop some interest in cooking, so she can wish to be a great cook once she turns 18
(Just wishing for it without having truly the interest in cooking wouldnât work, because a wish has to be something that you really want and comes from the bottom of your heart)
She was the first one that met Asha
- Dahlia was helping her mom sell her baking goods to the neighborhood, so she went all by herself with a little cart carrying a bunch of sweets (like a Girl Scout)
- She knocked on Ashaâs house and was greeted by lil 6 year old Asha with her grandpa, they bought some sweets, but as she was walking away Asha noticed she was having some trouble carrying the cart while walking with her crutch.
- Asha looked at her grandfather who gave her a reassuring nod.
- Asha offered to help Dahlia carry the cart.
- They talked while they walked door to door for a while, and after there were no more sweets in the cart they went to play together, and thatâs how they became best friends.
She will be the leader
- I mentioned briefly in my blog about reimagining Asha that after her grandfather passed away she started living with Dahlia, so theyâre basically sisters, and as such, Dahlia is very protective of Asha and becomes increasingly worried when Asha starts acting weird after her meeting with the king and queen, like sheâs hiding something⌠and why the heck she has a friend that dresses up like a prince now?
- There will be a point in the middle of the story where Asha and Aster run away from the kingdom
(for reasons that I really should explain soon because the whole middle chunk of this rewrite is yet to be shared on Tumblr, Iâm so sorry, Iâll get to writing it here soon)
- And Asha is seen now as a traitor, so, the 7 teens are conflicted.
- Should they believe their king, who says that Star guy is dangerous and Asha was plotting to betray them? Or should they trust their best friend?
- Dahlia is the first one who rises up saying they should go after Asha and help her, pack their stuff, tell their parents theyâre going to make a sleepover or something, and just go to the middle of the woods.
- Everyone is a little unsure at first (specially Gabo and Simon) but after she gives them a little speech and reminds everyone of all the things Asha did for them, theyâre convinced to go.
- Once they do find Asha and Aster, she helps a lot when they have to make a plan on how to defeat the royal couple.
Simon đ¤
- Simon is a 21 year old young man, the oldest of the group, and since the day he gave way his wish he hasnât been the same.
- Simon used to be very energetic and hard working, now, heâs in a constant feel of exhaustion that doesnât go away, no matter how much he sleeps, he doesnât feel motivated to do anything.
- His friends are very understanding tho and every time they hang out they always bring a pillow in case he needs a nap (which he always does need).
- They assume Simon has been so exhausted since he turned 18 because after that his father has been more demanding of him and his training, weâll talk more about that later.
- Even tho heâs overwhelmed with sleepiness, Simon is still very protective and caring with his friends, he always tries his best to stay awake when theyâre having fun together, he doesnât want to miss a moment with them.
- He was even more protective before he turned 18 of course, he was like the older brother of the group, but since now heâs way too sleepy to be the voice of reason, that role is now Ashaâs, the second oldest.
Heâs the son of the captain of the royal guard
- The training I mentioned before was sword fighting, horse walking, navigation, tactics and a bunch of other exhausting things.
- But for whaaaateveeer reason Simon has lost all interest in learning about them since the day he gave away his wish, gosh I wonder what that wish waâ Itâs the same that it was in the movie.
- Simon wished to become the next captain of the royal guard, just like his dad, so he can make him proud and protect his friends.
(Omg Simon is Papyrus Undertale confirmed)
- Magnifico is waiting for Simonâs dad to pass away so he can grant Simonâs wish, canât have 2 captains of the royal guard at the same time, now can he?
- The tragic irony of it all is that a wish that Simon made to make his family proud just made him become an embarrassment to his father, who now doesnât even try to teach him anything, knowing his son is just gonna fall asleep during his lessons.
- Simon is very distressed by all this, deep down he knows that he might feel this way because, for whatever reason, the king hasnât granted his wish yet
- Whenever he tries to explain that to his father tho, he just angrily cuts him off for even daring to question or blame the king for his own failures, saying he must always be loyal and thankful to the king⌠Always.
(His father is mean like that because he wished to be the kingâs most trusted and loyal knight so he literally is incapable of questioning Magnifico, even if that means he hurts his son in the process)
- After getting these speeches from his father so many times Simon just accepted that the problem was him, and it definitely wasnât the kingâs fault
- However, Asha did suspect that Simonâs wish wasnât granted, just like how her grandfatherâs wish wasnât either, she recognized how Simon shared a lot of behavior patterns with her grandfather.
âYou know Simon⌠Maybe you should ask the king if your wish was granted at all, donât you think? You haven't been acting like yourself for 3 years nowâ
âWhat? Oh no no no I⌠I shouldnât bother him with something so silly, I mean, of course he granted my wish⌠And if he didnât then he must have his reasons and I just gotta wait haha but it doesnât matter either way, after all Iâm totally fine⌠Iâm fineâŚâ
Simon is the only one in the group who has absolutely no criticism about the king.
He was the second one that met Asha
- Simon was 10 when he started training sword fighting on his backyard, heâd use some scare crows as his opponents, and he made some wood swords by himself.
- Asha and Dahlia were hanging out when they saw Simon training, Asha thought it seemed fun so she asked if she could play too.
- Simon really could use some more lively opponents so yeah, why not?
- They played sword fighting the whole afternoon while Dahlia cheered for Asha and joined in the fun too.
- Since then they were very close friends and Simon taught Asha how to properly sword fight during their preteen years⌠they havenât done that in a while now.
Heâll be the traitor
- Yup, oh sweet sleepy lil Simon betrays them in my version too, but donât worry, itâs not just because he wants to get his wish granted like it was in the movie
(because that was a jerk move that made Simon feel very unlikable, like I get it heâs constantly exhausted and depressed and wants it to go away but bruh couldnât even look guilty when doing it)
- So, like I mentioned, they all go after Asha and Aster in the forest. Simon at first is very resistant and the others even say itâs okay if wants to stay.
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Dahlia: Itâs okay Simon, you donât have to go if you donât want to.
Gabo: OH SURE! Iâm a jerk for calling this a suicide mission, but the strongest and oldest of the group not wanting to go is completely understandable, I see how it is.
Simon: âŚhmm
Dahlia: Simonâs case is different Gabo, if his dad realizes heâs missing then we might have even more guards on our tail.
Safi: Besides, Simon might be a liability.
Simon:⌠whatâs that supposed to mean?
Safi: Ah⌠shoot- eh you know like⌠itâs getting pretty late and you didnât get a nap this afternoon soâ
Gabo: He means we canât carry you through the woods like a sleeping beauty waiting for a kiss, Simon.
Simon:âŚ
Hal: Wow Gabo, very classy (sarcastic)
Gabo: Hey, just saying what weâre all thinking-
Simon: Iâm going.
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- Simon decides he has to go because someone has to be there to protect his friends, not just from the woods, but most importantly from that star guy the king warned everyone about
- May seem contradictory that Simon believes both in the king and Asha, but truth is that heâs holding up hope that this is all some big misunderstanding and Asha just misunderstood something the king said, or sheâs being brainwashed by that star, or anything else.
- He just canât accept that the king is truly evil.
- So, when theyâre packing up their things to go, Simon grabs a little something from his fatherâs room.
- A magic mirror, used only by the kingâs most trusted knights, that gives direct contact to the king's study.
- He planed to just use it in case that they needed help if they found out the star was really harming Asha.
- However, once they did find Asha and Aster, it became undeniably clear that the star wasnât harmful at all, which left Simon very confused.
âMaybe the book the king read about wishing stars was wrong, I should just explain to him that he made a mistake!â
(Oh poor naive boy)
- After planning how theyâd defeat the king and save the wishes, Simon just lied saying he was gonna take a nap behind a tree, and thus, he entered in contact with the king and queen
- Magnifico at first dismisses Simon like heâs just messing with his fatherâs stuff until Simon mentions he knows where Asha and the star are, that peaks his interest, but he and Amaya disguise their enthusiasm perfectly by pretending to be worried for his safety.
âOh my, are you alright? Has it done anything to you? Where are you? We can send help immediatelyâ
- He says theyâre fine, and tries to explain that maybe the king was wrong about star, and there has been some misunderstanding that lead to Asha thinking they were bad people, if they just talked things out everything would go back to normal.
- Like I mentioned in part 2, one of Magnificoâs abilities is hypnosis through eye contact, so heâs able to make Simon see things his way.
- He manipulates Simon into thinking that the star is tricking all of them to get to the wishes, and the only way for Simon to save them is doing EXACTLY what Magnifico says.
- He asks Simon to tell him what their plans are, so he can stop them from⌠doing anything they might regret.
- Simon, even under the influence of Magnificoâs power, is still conflicted and asks if his friends will be in trouble after this is all over.
âTrouble? Oh heaves no, dear boy, I wouldnât dream on letting any harm come to them, trust me, your friends will be perfectly safe⌠If you do as I say.â
â⌠âifâ?âŚâ
âEnough chit chat, now, what are they plotting exactly? Donât leave any detailsâ
- Of course, Magnifico also offers to grant Simon's wish if everything goes according to plan, Simon is fully convinced.
- Simon agrees to lock his friends in a room during their invasion to the castle, the king convinced him that's the best way to keep them âsafeâ (Asha will be locked in a different room tho, for⌠reasons)
- But once he does lock them up, he hears his friends screaming and arguing with him through the door, eventually he has a change of heart and lets them go, so they can stop the king and queen together.
- Simon first betrayed his friends, but then he betrayed the king, and as heâll find out in a very painful way⌠Magnifico really doesnât like being betrayed.
(See what I did there? Thatâs a line Magnifico says in the Wish movie hehe⌠okay moving on)
Gabo đĄ
- Gabo is a 17 year old teen, heâs also a little person.
- Heâs a menace to society the brutally honest of the group, always with a sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue, sometimes theyâre funny, sometimes theyâre way too harsh, but he often apologizes if he goes too far, he doesnât mean to hurt people, being blunt is just how he expresses himself.
- You may wonder why his friends even hang out with him if heâs so⌠grumpy all the time, well, his friends understand that he has a lot of pent-up anger inside because of personal stuff, so they try to help him through it.
- He also has a more soft side to him, he can be very wise for his age when his friends need some advice, and heâs always loyal, even when they disagree, heâd go anywhere they go.
- Heâs specially loyal and supportive to Asha and most of the time refrains from throwing shade at her, actually heâs mostly just blunt when talking to the guys, heâs a lot more respectful to the girls.
(Ironic considering Grumpy hated Snow White at first just because she was a girl lmao)
Heâs the son of a soldier
- His father is just a random soldier, nothing special really.
- However, once when Gabo was a kid, he was visiting the castle with his father and he wanted to explore, so he sneakily grabbed his fatherâs keys to the dungeons and went to see how was it like, ya know, boys will be boys.
- He got in, and at first there wasnât nothing out of the ordinary, just your average scary dark and gloomy dungeon⌠except that by the end of a hall, full of empty jail cells, there was a door.
- And he could hear someone screaming from behind that door, like they were pleading, and he saw light coming from the key hole⌠It looked like the kingâs magic, except it was green instead of blue.
- He tried to use the keys to open it, but none of them worked.
âUgh why donât any of these keys work??â
âBecause this area is forbidden, little oneâ
- He turned around quickly to see who was behind him, and there she was, the queen was smiling down at him, a sweet and tender smile, like she wasnât hearing the sounds of desperate cries coming from behind the door.
âI- sorry your majesty but umm⌠it sounds like someone is in trouble in there, shouldn't we help?â
- Then he heard the distinct sound of something made of glass breaking, and suddenly⌠silence, no more crying, no more screaming, and no more light coming from the door.
âI donât hear anything my sapling, poor thing, you must be imagining things. Now, why donât you just hurry along back to your father? Heâs looking for you⌠And remember, this is our little secret~â
- And Gabo never told this to anyone, he knows no one would believe him.
(If youâre wondering what was going on behind that door⌠letâs just say thereâs STILL more evil stuff Magnifico does that I couldnât fit in my blog about the villains, whatâs that you ask? *maniacal laugh* Iâll let you guess)
- Gabo always had the feeling that there was something WRONG with Rosas, but he couldn't quite pin point what, and that experience in the dungeon made him start questioning if the smiles he saw plastered on the king and queen's faces everyday were real or fake.
- This feeling that there was something wrong but there was nothing he could do about it made him, for a lack of a better word, grumpy a lot of the time.
- Needles to say, when Asha explained that the king and queen were actually evil, Gabo believed in a heartbeat.
- Because heâs a little person, Gabo is not expected to follow his fatherâs foot steps, and that makes him furious, because he wishes he could be seen as strong like he sees himself, but heâs constantly underestimated and treated like a kid.
He was the third one to met Asha
- During a kite festival in the kingdom, Dahlia, Simon and Asha were flying their kite when they noticed a boy sitting down on the grass, next to a broken kite.
- The boy looked very grumpy, so Asha tried offering him a hug, Gabo quickly pushed her away, saying he wanted to be left alone.
- Simon and Dahlia suggested they should just leave him be, but Asha insisted they should just give him some time to calm down.
- They sat a little bit far away from Gabo and started to just talk. Gabo appreciated that even though Asha didnât even know him she was willing to wait for him to get some alone time and try to reach out for him later, most people just walked away when he had his anger episodes.
- After a few minutes, he got up and asked if he could play with them.
He will be the comedy relief, and the straightforward voice of reason
- Comedy relief is also an important role in a story, to alleviate the the tension and just be that one character that gives more contradictory remarks, otherwise everyone just agrees with each other and really whereâs the fun in that?
- Also, after they figure out Simon betrayed them, heâd be the one who snaps Simon out of the idea that the king is a good person, throwing some facts to his face and like, not sugarcoating it, just straight up calling Simon out for being a dirty traitor, an awful friend and an absolute idiot, which may seem harsh but was exactly what Simon needed to hear to realize he was making a mistake.
- Like, Simon just opens the door apologizing in the verge of tears while Gabo keeps kicking his leg to let out his anger while everyone else is staring at Simon very disappointedly, comedy gold.
Bazeema đĽ°
- Bazeema is 17 years old, whoâs very shy.
-In this rewrite she is pretty much the same except for a little design and background change, you see, I found this piece of concept art
- Do you see it? Bazeema seems to be wearing a hijab, I like that, we donât get enough Muslim representation, so there, Bazeema is Muslim and she wears a hijab now, her religion wonât affect anything in the narrative tho but I just wish they kept this detail in her design.
- Also Iâm keeping that gimmick that sometimes she appears out of no where and scared the hell out of Gabo, because yeah I think it has comedic potential.
- Sheâs a very sweet and gentle girl, very soft spoken and likes to have some alone time once in a while âus introverts need sanctuaryâ as she said.
(Sheâs kinda like Fluttershy, see? I told you Iâd mention more my little pony characters)
Sheâs the daughter of the royal gardeners
- Nothing much to it, Bazeema just saw the queen being rude to her mother once because the flowers were red instead of white. So again, when Asha sas the royal couple is evil she believes her just fine.
- Also she knows about a secret passage inside the palaceâs garden, in the center of a hedge maze, that leads to inside the castle.
- Specifically to an underground storage room where her parents keep some gardening tools, but, if they can get in there, they might find a way to get inside the castle through the underground.
- She doesnât mind following her parents footsteps at all, in fact, she loves the idea of just talking to flowers all day.
Sheâs the fourth one who Asha meets
- When Asha was 10, she and her friends went to watch a kids play telling the story of Rosas, Bazeema was playing the queen.
- But Bazeema got stage fright, and ran to the back of the stage, embarrassed that she forgot her lines
- Asha followed the sound of her crying and reassured her that it was alright and she could take as long as she needed to feel ready, and complemented that she looked beautiful in her Queenâs dress.
- Bazeema really appreciated that, and she went back on stage, although, she tried keeping her eyes closed to not see the crowd.
Sheâll give important info on how to get inside the castle
- Like I mentioned before, Bazeema has info on how to get inside the castle through the garden, so sheâll just assist on that part of their plan.
- Also comedic relief, with her gimmick of disappearing then showing up out of nowhere.
Dario đ
- Dario is 17 years old, and in this rewrite, heâs mute, not deaf tho, just mute, so he communicates through sign language. Thatâs to reference how Dopey, the dwarf he pays homage to, was also mute.
- I wouldnât say Dario is dumb in my rewrite, heâs just really easily distracted, sometimes when his friends are talking heâll just doze off and look at some flowers he finds along the way or collect rocks, and they donât really mind.
- Dario is very emotionally intelligent tho, and among all the 7 teens, heâs one of the quickest to believe that Asha is innocent (Right after Dahlia)
Heâs the son of the royal announcers
- Ya know those people with the big trumpets that give announcements to the kingdom? Yeah thatâs what his parents do.
- Due to his disability Dario canât really become an announcer, at least not a verbal one, he doesnât really mind tho.
Heâs the fifth one that Asha meets
- Asha was 11 when she and her friends met Dario, he was new in their class because he and his parents just moved to Rosas.
- Since he was mute, he had a really hard time making friends, so, Asha and her friends went to the library and found a book teaching about sign language
(Iâm not gonna pretend you can actually learn ALL about sign language with just a book, I should know, I had ASL class in college, with a deaf teacher, and even then I donât know even half of what there is to know, but this is a fantasy, so letâs pretend these kids learned the whole language, because itâs wholesome)
- So they make this effort to communicate with him and that makes Dario really happy, and he quickly joins the group.
Heâll be the silent comedic relief and also help creating a distraction for the king
- Most scenes when everyone is talking and focusing on more serious things, Dario is easily distracted and can be on the background doing the most random things, itâs not that he doesnât care tho, heâs listening, and sometimes he comes up with creative ideas of his own.
- Also, as the son of the royal announcers, he goes tell them he has seen the star on the north side of the forest, his parents obviously believe him, and announce to the guards and the king, thus they can get inside while Aster distracts Magnifico.
Safi đ¤§
- Safi is the youngest in the group, heâs 16 years old, and he has a tendency to sometimes not thinking before he speaks, so he kinda blurts out things that might come off as indelicate, but he never means to be rude. Also heâs allergic to EVERYTHING under the sun, so, of course, he sneezes a lot.
- I gave him this characteristic of blurting out things that heâs not supposed to say because it kinda reminds me of a sneeze, uncontrollable and sometimes inconvenient, but this way it gives him more character.
- Also if it was only Gabo saying inconvenient stuff and everyone else were saints this would be no realistic group of teenagers, teens are relentless when it comes to saying dumb stuff with each other yâall, they just donât care.
- Safi is also a germophobic, always avoiding situations that might get him sick, like flowers, animals, dust, humidity, flour, the rain-
- And even though heâs terrified of everything that might give him a sneezing fit, his friends are always there to help him get through it.
Heâs the son of two members of the cleaning staff
- So, as you can imagine, Safi really doesnât want to follow his parents career path, with a job that is all about cleaning dust.
- One day, he was asked to help them clean the castle so he could at least try to learn something.
- While he was helping, the king showed up and started complaining with his parents that his study wasnât clean enough
- While he was busy talking with them, he left something very important lying around.
- Safi saw the kingâs magic staff leaning on the wall.
- Safi wanted to get a closer look, so while the king was distracted he approached the staff, but then, he felt it, a sneeze was coming up.
- He tried to hold it in but it was too late, Safi sneeze was so strong the staff got out of balance, and when it was about to hit the ground Magnifico managed to grab it just in time.
- Safi looked relieved and even chuckled to himself thinking the king would do the same. But the expression the king had was something he never seen from him before⌠Safi saw pure rage.
âDO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU ALMOST DID? YOU WRETCHED BRAT! YOU COULDâVE ENDED ALL THE MAGIC IN ROSAS! I COULDâVE BEEN RUINEDâ
- Safi was pressed against a wall apologizing frantically and so were his parents.
- The king took a few deep breaths, and as if nothing happened his expression went back to his usual charismatic smile
âMaybe cleaning duty just isnât your calling, lad. Youâre dismissed from assisting for today, or any other day for that matter.â
- So Safi is not allowed inside the castle anymore.
He was the sixth that Asha met
- Safi was terrified during the festivals celebrating the foundation of Rosas, because the kingdom was decorated completely with, well, roses.
- There were roses everywhere, and he couldnât stop sneezing with all the pollen in the air.
- Asha and her friends noticed him distressed, and decided to help him by taking Safi away from the kingdom.
- Safi was sad he couldnât join in the party, but Asha and her friends said they could bring the party to him, so they danced and played instruments all day long.
This boy whose only personality trait was SNEEZING is literally the one who provides the info they need to defeat the villains, no, Iâm not joking
- Like I mentioned before, Safi had a interaction with the king where he heard the king say âYou couldâve ended all magic in Rosasâ but he never understood what Magnifico meant by that.
- Itâs not like all the kingâs magic is stored in that one staff right?⌠but what if it is.
- When theyâre coming up with a plan to defeat the king, Safi brings up this information, and there you have it, now they know whatâs his weakness.
Hal đ
- Hal is 17 year old, and judging by her earrings that resemble the âJaaro dibbeiâ earrings from the Fulani tribe, so with that in mind, in this rewrite she came from Africa but moved to Rosas with her family as a kid.
- Hal is a very extroverted and joyful person, itâs rare to not see her smile, unless the situation really gets serious.
- Shes contagiously optimistic.
- Is often practicing her jokes with her friends, or just throwing some quick witted quips to lighten the mood.
(Sheâs a lot like Pinkie Pie⌠All the girls are My Little Pony references)
Sheâs the daughter of the royal entertainers
- Hal used to practice a lot of juggling and try acrobatics when she was little, but she quickly realized that kind of act wasnât her calling
- She much prefers telling jokes and funny stories to the king and queen wherever her parents bring her with them to perform
- Hal noticed how the laughs and smiles the king and queen made during her acts always felt kinda forced, like they didnât mean it.
- However the king would often burst with laughter whenever a performance from her parents went wrong, that always rubbed her the wrong way.
She was the last to met Asha
- When Asha was 13, she and her friends saw Hal practicing juggling near the forest, and she was really struggling with it.
- She told them she was really nervous because she had to be ready to perform for the royal couple in a few days.
- Asha suggested she should try a different kind of act, so she and her friends helped Hal come up with stories to narrate to the king.
- Hal discovered a new passion for story telling, and that became her new act.
She's the one who encourages Aster to confess his feelings
- Our Star Boy wasnât actually that confident with confessing how he really felt about Asha, after all Aster knew that after granting her wish they would never see each other again, so what was the point in confessing?
- Hal encourages him with her optimism and explains that if he doesnât tell her heâll just regret it forever.
- That leads to the âAt All Costâ scene
- So thank Hal for playing cupid
- Oh and Bazeema will help encourage Aster too
Final Thoughts
Welp this was a doozy one, but Iâm pretty satisfied with how they turned out, everyone now feels like they got something to do and some actual backstories.
The way Iâm planning to actually introduce in the story how they all met Asha is through a musical flashback that we see Asha going from a little kid to a teenager, think of it like the UP intro or âDo You Want To Build a Snowmanâ.
Like the movie would have in the beginning Ashaâs grandpa reading to her the story of Rosas and we get a sweet scene of them interacting, then it cuts to this musical sequence (probably with no lyrics like in UP) where we see how Asha met each one of her friends, and also show how as time went on her grandfather grew more and more senile and dependent on her.
The sequence would end with Ashaâs grandfatherâs passing, and her friends being there to support her. Just like that in a flashback sequence with no dialogue we understand who are Ashaâs friends, who was her grandfather, how Asha cares about all of them dearly, and with all that established the story begins.
Like can you imagine that? Introducing why we should care about Ashaâs friends by showing to us who they are instead of just telling us and throwing them in the story with no explanation? What a concept, Iâm sure glad a certain multibillion company didnât just waste themâŚ
Anyway, Iâll start actually sharing the chapters of my rewrite here pretty soon, Iâm already confident enough to do it!
I was gonna first share a blog about how Iâd reimagine Valentino buuuuuut I think itâs gonna be a pretty short blog that I can write later, and I can tell some people really want me to just tell the story already, and I want to start doing it too so letâs gooo!
Thank you so much for reading!
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congratulations kait!! this celebration is SO cute! i am gonna request âď¸ + âYou look stupid as all hell right now.â + hangman !!! thank you loveyyyy
lola my dear my love thank you!!! love you <3
jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.4k, slightly suggestive towards the end, join the celebration!
âBabe, do you know where the box of kitchen plates is?âÂ
It was something straight out of your dreams, finally moving in with the love of your life. Youâd been dating Jake Seresin for two years and finally made that leap, the last of your boxes making their way to your new home safely today. There was a lot coming from your apartment and his, but everything would find its place here.Â
You couldâve had nothing and still be just as happy, because you still had Jake, and that was really all you needed.Â
Except for he wasnât answering you right now, and you really wanted to find the plates. So you went looking for him, calling his name every few seconds until you reached your bedroom. You found him alright, you definitely werenât prepared for the sight you were met with.Â
He was wearing a sweater of yours, definitely way too small for his broad frame judging from the way it cut off above his belly button. It was tight in the shoulders too, and youâd be a bit more annoyed at him stretching it out if you weren't so in love with him. He was grinning guiltily at you, hands propped up on his hips as he stood in the middle of a pile of your clothes.Â
âI was gonna put all your stuff in the closet for you so you didnât have to.â He said sheepishly, gesturing vaguely at the mess around him. â...Surprise?âÂ
You couldnât help but smile fondly at him, so big your cheeks ached. âYou look stupid as all hell right now.âÂ
âI think you mean stupid handsome,â He scoffed, arching a brow at you.Â
âNo, I meant what I said. What made you think you could fit into that, honey?â You chided playfully, crossing the room to get a better look at him. It was an older sweater of yours, a bit frayed at the sleeves from how often youâd worn it over the years youâd had it, but still soft and even cozier now that it had been worn in.Â
âYou were wearinâ this sweater the first time we met, dâyou remember?âÂ
Of course you remembered. You remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it had been almost three years ago.Â
You were grabbing a little pick me up before work at your usual coffee place one morning, and you spotted it on the pickup counter, the same thing you always got. Another hand reached for the plastic cup at the same time, long fingers curling around yours for a moment before jerking back like theyâd been burned.Â
The problem was, your gut instinct was to retreat as well, leaving the cup of coffee to tip over on the counter. The lid popped off, and suddenly your sleeve was cold and wet and smelled likeâŚwell, coffee.
âShit!â You hissed, shaking it out as best you could. âWhat the hell?âÂ
âOh fuckââ You looked up, and the most handsome man youâd ever laid eyes on was staring right back at you, blond hair swept up and out of his face, pretty green eyes widened in something akin to horror. âI am so sorry, I thought it was mine, I didnâtâare you alright?â
You shouldâve been angryâor annoyed at the very least, because now your favorite sweater was stained and youâd probably never be able to get it outâbut you werenât. All you could think about other than your sopping wet sleeve was that his guy was clearly concerned about you.Â
Maybe he took your silence as a not-so-great one, because he forced out a chuckle. âOn the bright side, at least it was iced coffee.â He was trying to make light of the situation as he grabbed a wad of napkins from the dispenser, thrusting it out towards you clumsily. You thought it was actually kind of cute.Â
An amused laugh bubbled out of you, and you shrugged, nodding. âThereâs the silver lining.âÂ
âIâm HangmanâJake, I mean. My nameâs Jake. Seresin. Hangmanâs my callsign, sâforce of habit.âÂ
âCallsign? You Air Force or something?âÂ
âNavy, actually, and Iâll try not to be too offended by that.âÂ
âAir Force, Navyâarenât they pretty much the same?âÂ
âOkay, ouch.â Jake faux winced, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again to see you were just messing with him. Then he smiled, shaking his head. âMaybe I could buy you another coffee, make up for the one that spilled? We could talk. I could tell you the difference between the two.âÂ
âWhy not make it up now? Weâre both still here.â You were taking a bolder approach than you usually did when it came to people you found attractive, but something had come over you with Jake. Even though he was a complete and total stranger, you felt surprisingly at ease with him.
Jake perked up at that, lips curving into a smile, but then he checked his watch. He grimaced. âIâm actually late for work right now, Iâm soâcan we raincheck? I promise Iâm not tryinâ to get out of anythinâ, my captainâll have my behind if Iâm not on the tarmac ready to go in ten.âÂ
âTen minutes? Well what the hell are you still doing here? Go!âÂ
He grinned at you one more time before moving to hurry out the door, but didnât get more than a few feet away when he skidded to a stop, turning on his heel to face you again. âWait, I didnât get your name!âÂ
âGuess youâll just have to meet me back here again. Saturday, noon. Donât be late.â You winked at him and he gave you a mock salute before dashing out the door, leaving you thinking about him the rest of the day, and until you had the privilege of seeing him next.Â
It took Jake almost a year to ask you out after you met up that Saturday, wallowing in what he thought was the friend zone for the longest time until the two of you managed to get your heads out of your asses and see what you were missing. And it was actually you who told him you liked him first, murmuring it in his ear at a summer bonfire with your friends, but it was him who kissed you firstâright after you told him you liked him.Â
âYeah, I remember.â You said softly, fingers trailing down the sleeve to the faint brown stain in the soft wool where the coffee had spilled. Jakeâs arms slid around you, though a little stiffly given his constraints. âLook at us now.âÂ
âLook at us indeed. Havinâ our own place, putinâ down roots. Seems pretty crazy, doesnât it?â He murmured, giving your waist a loving squeeze. You did the same around his shoulders, tilting your chin up for a kiss that Jake gladly gave you.Â
Jake always kissed you like he did everything in lifeâconfidently and well. They still had you reeling in the moments after even now, even though heâd kissed you about a thousand times in the time youâd been togetherâprobably more.Â
This one was no different, but something about it felt sweeter. Like he was less worried about winning, because heâd already won it all. Because he had you, because you had a home together. Because now you could start the rest of your lives with each other in this home. You could almost hear him saying something about having the best prize of them all.Â
âNow take off my sweater. Your big man shoulders are stretching it out.â You said, patting him firmly on the chest a few times.Â
Jake gasped, slapping an appalled hand over his chest. âIs this your way of tryinâ to get me out of my clothes? In the middle of the day? You tease!â Â
âWeâve still got a whole house to unpack, so no, Iâm not trying to get you out of anything. Except my sweater, so if you would be so kind?âÂ
âYou could at least pretend to want me once in a while, yâknow.â He sighed dramatically, letting his head hang. That was Jake, ever the drama queen out of the two of you.Â
You lifted his chin with two fingers, fixing him to the spot with a look. âIâm sorry, was this morning not enough for you? What was itâone, two, threeââÂ
âOkay, okay, fine! You were yellinâ somethinâ about kitchen plates earlier? Letâs get the damn thing done so we can have more time for this morningâs activities.âÂ
âI swear, thatâs all your dude brain thinks aboutâtake off my sweater, damnit!âÂ
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Hi! I am a very quiet person, and I never get angry (even somethimes a little but i don't scream and shout). Some years ago happened that a bully (a guy that i kwen since i was 7 yo and literally stalked me in very rude way: from the food, the clothes, the movies, the nail polish, manga, anime, my drawings and lot of other things and every time he tells me cruel words and rude things and every time I replied him to go to hell) managed to makes me angry... very angry. Like, I never scream when i am angry but in that case I started to scream against him. He just stare at the floor the entire time. Can I ask you a reaction for the Red Hair pirates to a girl that is usually quiet and for a reason like mine she starts to scream for angry?
Thank you, I like your blog very muchâ¤ď¸
ANGERED
genre: angst fluff
word count: 737
A/N: It was actually hard to make it at least a little fluff at the end.đ I feel weak in the legs.
"Common girlie, it's nothing serious." You heard from the man you spent months on a ship with. "Shanks it is serious." "Maybe not for you, but I'm scared."
To put you in perspective on why you were angry. You had a room in the lower places of a ship. This meant that lots of deep sea creatures would bump into these places on the ship. That wouldn't be a problem alone. The Red Force was a well-built ship, so it wouldn't take any damage. The problem was that these sounds scared you. They scare you a lot.
Shanks ignored the fact. I mean, he was going to move you. But before that, he wanted to tease you.
"Common Shanks, please don't be a dick." Shanks was looking at you with a shit-eating grin. You wanted to punch him in the face so bad. "Oh, common scared of little noise?" "What are you, a coward?" "Cowards aren't accepted on my ship." He said all that like it was nothing. That made you even more angry.
He knew that you wouldn't fight back. Whenever he teased you like that. Being the only girl in the crew didn't help at all. The men with monkey-like brains were making sexist comments and assumptions. You just ignored them. But now they were all chuckling. They took advantage of you for being too nice. And you couldn't do anything about it.
Now you were sick of all of it. Them taking advantage of your kindness. And them ignoring your problem. "Shanks, I'm serious!" you tried desperately once again. "Are you sure that it isn't the time of the month again?" He said teasingly.
*SLAP*
Shanks fell out of his bar stool and looked at you like, you just defeated him. A red mark in the shape of a palm appeared on his left cheek. "YOU NEED TO STOP BECAUSE WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS MAKING ME WANT TO LEAVE!" You yelled at him. The look on his face said that he knew that he fucked up.
Him hearing you say that, you feel like you want to leave his crew because of him. That might just be the worst thing he heard in his life. Now he was worried. He would never forgive himself if you ever left just because he was stupid.
"YOU MIGHT NOT REALIZE IT, BUT I LOSE INTEREST IN BEING HERE WITH EVERY "You really think you can open that? Common, you're a girl." AND IT HURTS!" You yelled your heart at them. You told them every single thing that weighed your shoulders.
Shanks tried to speak and make an excuse, but you cut him off every single time. When you ended yelling at them, you gave them one last glance and started to walk away to that room you hated so much.
You slammed the door behind you and sat down on your bed. You put your back against the wall and cried. You felt like you couldn't win even if you did everything you possibly could.
*knock knock*
You couldn't even tell him to fuck off when Shanks burst into your room. "Shanks, leave now!" You said with tears rolling down your face. Shanks ignored your request and hugged you while he sat you on his lap. You were so frustrated. You punched his side with all your might. But how could you defeat the grip of an emperor.
"Punch all you need, I deserve it." You hesitated to punch him another time. "But I won't let you go because you deserve to be treated well" You cried into the fabric of his coat and started yelling again "I HATE WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN, BUT LEAVE ME CRYING MY SLEF TO SLEEP THE NEXT DAY!"
Hearing you say stuff like that broke his heart again. He didn't realize he was making you cry every night. He never wanted to make you sad or worse, cry. He just looked at you with eyes that had regret written all over them.
You looked at him. It will gonna be hard, but you will forgive him. And he will do anything in his power to make you not angry at him. You knew that. You knew because of how tight he hugged you. And because of the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
"You can sleep in my room if you want-" "Shut up."
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we never go out of style || c.f.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
words: 3.0k
synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.
"Good morning, Y/N" Susannah said as she entered my room.
I got up almost instantly, "Oh god, am I late?" I asked.
She laughed a little, "No, you're fine, don't worry."
Susannah hopped onto my bed, looking at me with a cute smile, "Are you ready for your big day."
I shook my head no, "Nope."
"Oh yes you are." She said to me.
"But what if I trip? Or I step on Jeremiah's foot?" I asked.
"You won't, just hold onto Jeremiah." She said, laughing a little, "He won't let you fall."
I laughed a little as well, "That's true."
"You know..." Susannah began, "I still don't know how you got him to be your escort. He swore up and down that he'd never go to any of these things."
I laughed a little.
"Well, he'd do anything for you." She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "They both would."
My smile faltered a little, as I looked around my room, avoiding eye contact with Susannah.
"Everything okay?" Susannah asked.
I nodded quickly, "Yeah."
"Did I push you into this?" Susannah asked, "You can tell me the truth."
"Um... maybe a little at first, but. I really don't mind, I just want to make you happy."
Susannah sighed a little, "Look, honestly, we don't even need to go tonight if you don't want to, okay?"
"No, no, I want to go." I said, smiling up at her. "And I'm kind of excited for people to see me."
Susannah smiled as she placed out foreheads together.
"I love you so much beautiful girl." She said as she held back tears. "Okay um. When they take your photograph, remember to say prune! It'll make your cheekbones look divine." Susanna said.
"Prune?" I asked, trying to see if it would work.
"It's an old trick I learned from Madonna... or was it the Olsen twins?" Susannah said, trying to figure out where she had learned this from.
She hopped off my bed, "Okay, meet me downstairs. There's a surprise for you." She smiled.
I sighed looking at the dress hanging up on my door. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but if Susannah wanted me to wear it, I was more than happy to.
I walked downstairs, not really knowing what to expect. In the living room, stood Susannah, Laurel, and Belly, showing off a beautiful dress. No, they were showing off the dress.
"You got me the dress I wanted?" I said, almost speechless as a large smile grew on my face.
I looked at all of three of them, my mind blown.
"Thank you!" I laughed as I walked up to them.
I gave all three of them the biggest hugs I have ever given anyone in my life.
I finished getting a somewhat more normal outfit on as I made my way into the kitchen where Belly was.
"Hey, Good morning. Um, I picked up some of the muffins that you liked." Conrad said immediately as I walked in, placing them on the counter.
"I-um, I'm not really hungry actually. Thank you, though."
"Oh, girls, you should get going." Susannah announced. "Oh and everyone, stay out of the family room. I've done all of the paintings and tonight we'll have the big unveiling."
Susannah gave the boys a number of things to carry to the Laurel's car.
"Laurel, aren't you coming?" I asked as I put my shoes on.
"I'm going with Susannah, I was thinking Belly could drive you guys?"
Belly and I turned to each other and screamed loudly as she took the keys from her mom.
Belly ran out first as her mom gave me orders to have Belly follow. I raced out of the kitchen.
"Hey." Conrad called out to me.
I stopped in my tracks, "Yeah?"
"Break a leg."
I gasped, "That'd be horrible. I'm supposed to be dancing all night."
Conrad stammered, "I just.. I meant, um, I just mean good luck. It's like, a thing, people, um, say." He rambled.
I laughed a little as he tried to fix his sentence.
"For what it's worth, Jere was the right choice." Conrad said.
"Yeah, uhm, I know." I said awkwardly, before leaving.
Jere leaned against Laurel's car as Belly had already started the engine.
"Don't be nervous, we'll be the best waltzers out there." He joked.
"I'm not nervous. But also, I'm sorry about the volleyball game, I just was really competitive."
"No, It's fine, I understand." He laughed.
"Thank you, Jere." I gave him a big hug before walking into Bell's car.
Belly and I walked into the room together, and it was hectic.
Girls running around trying to get their hair and makeup done. Some not as shaved as they would like and others giving up and resting in their bra's.
"You guys are here!" Shayla exclaimed, her hairs in large rollers.
We hung up our dresses as we said hi to Shayla.
"Come, I've saved you guys spots."
My chair was besides Nicole's who didn't bother to say anything to me.
"You guys should really talk." Shayla said as she looked between us.
"Nicole, I'm really really sorry." I said.
"For what? Conrad? I'm over it, I'm here with someone else." She said. Though, her voice did sound a little passive agressive.
"Nicole, I never meant for that to happen and I know it's dumb and it means absolutely nothing, but I've liked him since I was a little girl. And I thought I got over him last year, but I guess I didn't fully and I distanced myself from him as much as I could. I'm really really sorry." I explained.
"We can't help that Conrad's a fuck boy." She said as she was slumped in her chair.
"Look I'm over him." I said, giving her a soft smile.
"No one get's over their first love, really." Nicole said before returning back to her makeup.
Belly and I were one of the last ones to finish getting ready. We had helped each other with our hair and dresses and then makeup was brutal.
"I don't know how much longer I can stare at myself." I sighed, getting a headache from just being in the small room.
"You look gorgeous, if I was you I'd stare at myself all day." Belly said from beside me, making me laugh.
"You look amazing Bells, I don't think I'd be able to do this on my own."
I had curled my hair, adding braids to the sides for a more crown affect or so, while Belly's was in a low bun with a beautiful pearl headband.
"I think it's time, Bells." I said getting up as she followed.
Neither of us picked up the red rose bouquet, just staring at it.
I sighed looking up at her and grabbing her arms. "We're growing up, I love you."
At the same time, the two of us grabbed our bouquets, walking out of the dressing room.
I stood behind Belly as we waited for our names to be called.
"Prune. Prune." Belly whispered to herself.
"Oh god, did Susannah teach you that as well?" I asked.
She nodded as we both laughed silently.
"Isabel Conklin, daughter of John Conklin and Laurel Park." They said as Belly and Cam began walking the stage.
They met in the middle and I watched as Belly's face began to contort in multiple ways, attempting to say prune which I laughed at a little.
I looked straight ahead though, remembering the next person called would be me.
Jeremiah smiled at me from the other side of the wings.
Before I knew it, it was my turn.
"Y/N L/N, daughter of Amanda L/N and James L/N."
I walked and met Jeremiah in the middle.
I looked into the crowd, immediately making eye contact with Conrad. God his stupid smile. It just made me smile even more.
I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down from the stage and onto the dance floor.
"You look beautiful." Laurel mouthed to me.
I went to Susannah, hugging her from the back and giving her my bouquet.
She got up as well and gave me a full hug.
I gave a small curtsy as I made my way back to Jeremiah.
"How was the curtsy?" I asked.
"The queen would be proud," He joked.
It hit me now, that when I was with Jeremiah, it felt like there was no one else. All I had to do was look at him.
I watched Laurel get up from her seat quickly. My eyes met Belly's and she mouthed 'what happened'. I shrugged in response, not understanding what had happened either.
"Where is she going?" I asked Jeremiah.
"I don't know."
The escorts began their dance shortly after as the debs walked off the dance floor and sitting at their assigned tables.
The dance began and Belly and I wooed over the applause as we laughed as well. They looked hilarious, but the guys also looked like they were having the time of their lives.
We all stood up as their dance ended, applauding them and screaming, but I could see Jeremiah's face dropping with every second.
Paige clanked a knife to her glass, announcing to us that it was time for the big dance.
"Where'd Jeremiah go?" I asked Belly as I looked around. He never came back to the table.
Cam and Belly looked at each other, and now we knew our night was fucked.
"He'll be here in a minute, I'm sure." Susannah reassured me. "But go! Get ready."
"Okay," I said laughing nervously.
I looked around awkwardly, trying to find Jeremiah, but he wasn't anywhere. Most of the girls were paired up with their partners by now.
"Have you guys seen Jeremiah?" I asked as I approached Gigi and her group of friends.
"I think I saw him go outside." Gigi said to me.
I hated this feeling. Everyone standing and staring at me. Judging me almost.
I looked over to my right and Conrad was standing there, looking straight at me and I was staring straight at him.
I could feel the stares from everyone else as they stared at the two of us as well.
I smiled a little as he walked over to me.
It was like the pieces clicked when I was with Conrad. Like we were always meant to fucking be.
"I think I remember most of the steps." Conrad said quietly.
And at that moment, I knew this was happening all over again. Me. Conrad. Us.
The two of us got into our different lines, our eyes never leaving each others.
The music began and the two of us turned as I turned into his arm. It wasn't what I had expected, but deep down I knew this was the moment I had waited for all of my life.
I was Conrad's sun. And I helped the night disappear. I helped the world disappear from everything around him.
The whole time Conrad and I were on the dance floor, we never looked away. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn't.
When it came time for the dip in the dance, it lasted longer than it was supposed to as our eyes glanced up and down from our eyes to each others mouths.
"Oh, um. Thank you." I said as the dance ended and the crowd applauded.
"I think I messed up some of the steps." Conrad said nervously.
"No, no, you were fine. You were great." I said.
"I'm glad... I'm glad that it was me." He said seriously.
I smiled up at him as he fidgeted with my fingers. I was glad that it was him as well. When I was with Conrad it was like all of my worries were gone.
"Hey." Jeremiah said as he came up to Conrad.
"Hey, Jeremiah." I smiled, "Where ha-"
"Conrad. We need to talk, all right?" Jeremiah said. His eyes were wet. "It's important. It's about mom. I found something out."
Conrad just stared at Jeremiah. "Um.. yeah, we'll talk about this later, okay?"
"No it's important." Jeremiah urged.
"It's okay." Conrad said as he placed his hand on Jeremiah's chest. Something the boys had done whenever the other was on edge.
"You already know... Don't you." Jeremiah's eyes were bloodshot by now.
"Conrad knows what?" I asked, curious.
"You've known this whole fucking time and you didn't even tell me?" Jeremiah asked, his voice raising.
"Jere." Conrad said to try to calm his brother down.
That didn't seem to work as I watched Jeremiah punch Conrad in the face with all the strength he had in him.
Jeremiah rammed into Conrad as he tried to beat his brother up. Though, I watched as Conrad tried his best to not hurt his brother.
Susannah rushed over, "Stop it. Both of you, stop it." Her voice was raised, which was a rare occurance.
Both of the boys let go of each other as they rolled on the floor.
"What is going on?" Susannah asked sternly.
The boys stood in front of her. And all I could do was wonder.
"Mom..." Jeremiah croaked.
"We know, Mom." Conrad said. "We both know."
Belly and I turned at each other, quietly mouthing what was going on.
"Know what?" Belly and I asked in sync as Susannah's face dropped.
And here I was, crying on the floor in my room. I didn't have anyone to go to. Susannah was with the boys, Laurel was with Belly and Steven.
All I had was the fact that Susannah had cancer yet again.
I don't think I've ever cried that much in my life. Not over a broken bone, or a heartbreak. Not over Conrad.
But here I was, in my shiny white dress, a mess on the floor as I sobbed uncontrollably.
I felt dumb, stupid even. Susannah had been going through this all summer, and I never noticed, to worked up over boys and friends.
I could hear the mixed cries from Belly's room. Some were hers and some were Laurels. With each one my heart broke even more. Now I understood why Susannah kept making comments about this summer.
She was right, this might be the last summer we're all in Cousins together.
I walked down the hall slowly out of my room. Steven was outside of Belly's room, looking as if he was to scared to knock.
Our eyes met and I sobbed even more as he held out his arms for me.
"It's gonna be okay, Y/N/N" He mumbled.
Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah all sat on the couch in the living room. None of them were crying. They saw me emerge from the doorway though.
Susannah motioned for me to sit next to her, in between Conrad and her, which I did.
"I'm so sorry, this was not how I wanted you guys to find out." Susannah said sadly.
"Susannah, you're gonna do the trial, right?" I asked through muffled sobs.
She hesitated as she looked at me, "Uh... No, love, I'm not."
My heart broke at her words as I stared at her for a moment longer. What did she mean? Was she insane? She needed to fight. For me. For the boys. For Laurel. For all of us.
Conrad seemed to break down slowly as well from besides me.
"Chances are very slight. Well, nonexistent really. And I can't just go through that again."
"But you have to try." I said, a tear escaping from my eye.
Susannah sighed, "I want to be me when I go." She stared at me with a soft smile, "Does that make sense?"
"No, no. None of this makes any sense." Jeremiah said.
"I know, I know, I'm not good at this." Susannah said through tears as she pushed aside some of Jeremiah's hair.
There was a bit of silence as we all were still processing what was happening. I didn't want to accept the fact that Susannah had cancer again. I just couldn't.
"If there's any chance that you can live you have to take it." Jeremiah pleaded. "Come on, Conrad. Tell her. Y/N?"
I just looked at Jeremiah and Conrad. I wanted to say something. I wanted to say everything.
"Why aren't you guys saying anything?" Jeremiah asked, his eyes red. "You have to try. You can't give up on us."
"Mom." Conrad's voice was hoarse and as he lifted his head up, the tears poured from his eyes. "Can't you just try? For us, Mom. I need you."
Susannah grabbed the boys as she hugged them tight. I didn't want Susannah to go
Our crying had subsided and Laurel began making food for us. Which meant this situation was horrible. Her cooking wasn't the best, especially for dinner. She had certain dishes she would make that tasted good though.
So here we all sat at the dinner table. Belly and I in more comfortable clothes because Susannah didn't want us to spill on our dresses, eating Chinese takeout, pizza, spaghetti noodles, and ice cream. It wasn't the ideal dinner, but it tasted good. We all bonded, as if nothing had ever been said.
Life has endless amounts of possibilities, but with whatever comes next, I know I can always return back to this place.
The waves rushed up against the shore, and it was a bright and colorful early morning. Conrad sat beside me, he was happy.
"I can't believe she said yes." He said happily.
"You did it. You changed her mind."
"It wasn't just me. It was Jere who did it as well." Conrad said.
I looked out at the waves as I felt his gaze still on me. I didn't want to turn around whatsoever.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so shitty all summer."
I turned to him, "No, I know it's weird, and you had been going through all of this. I just wished you know, that would you communicate half of these things with me."
"Believe me, I wanted to talk." He said.
There was tension between us as our gazes traveled.
"We should go in." I said, looking around at the sand beside us
"There's so many things I want to say to you."
I sighed getting up, "Don't do it."
"Why?" He asked as he got up as well.
"'Cause you need someone right now, Conrad. I don't know what I am going to do to help when you do need help. We haven't even talked about the other relationship. Conrad, it's just messy."
"I don't just need somebody." He stared down at me, "I need you. Y/N, when I was with you I was the happiest I could of possibly been. Everyone knows that."
"You shouldn't have to need me. That's what you did last time. You needed me to just fix you out of your hell hole. I want you to want me, Conrad. You have to want me like I want you or it doesn't fucking work."
"I do want you. I've only wanted you."
There was silence between us as we just stared at one another.
His arm moved slowly up to the side of my cheek before he pulled me in, kissing. It felt alive, not needed, not desperate. It felt natural.
We kissed again, with much more passion this time. Everything was falling into places. Everything was just how it had to be.
Everything happens for a reason. Whether it's failing a test, or it's a stupid break up. The butterfly effect makes it come back around. Anything can happen, anything and everything. Just if you let it.
Not everyone goes out of style.
A/N : hi! after i know like a month of not being active, here is the last chapter of the series! i made sure to finish it before s2. thank you so much for the support recently.
i'm also so sorry if this isn't as good as the other chapters đ
Also!!! if you have any prompts or ideas, feel free to message me and i'll write as soon as i can! thanks!
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Not what I meant
Paring: Jake Jensen x reader
A/n: I literally love Jake Jensen so much I couldn't help myself.
Summary: Jake and you get ready to go out on a date, but he makes an unexpected comment that has you feeling subconscious. Warnings: Angst, good ending, Jake says something mean, fluffy ending, mention about looks, body image issues, insecurity.
You stood in front of the full body mirror looking back your reflection, nitpicking everything about your appearance. The dress you wore seemed unflattering, and you're not quite flat stomach made everything feel way to tight. Even though when Jake bought the dress for you, he promised you looked beautiful in anything you woreâmaybe you could take a chance and believe him.
After another 30 minutes in the bathroom, you were finally able to build up enough confidence to go out and face Jake. Even though you both have been together for an upcoming 3 yearsâhe still made you nervous on date nights.
You made your last final touches as you heard him call you from outside the door, you took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom, your heart beating out of your chestâworried about the criticism you probably wonât get from him.
âAre you almost done baby it's almost six thirty-â
Jake got cut off mid-sentence as you walked out of the bathroom, looking as gorgeous as ever of course, he was at lost for words at how beautiful you were, he can tell you werenât feeling very confident, and planned to change that quickly, but of course everything goes wrong when he opens his mouth, so instead of repeatedly telling you how mesmerizing you looked and how the dress he bought hugged your curves perfectlyâsomething else came out.
âWow babe-I-the dress seems kinda tight donât you think? Not to mention you look kind of artificial-well not artificial, but you know-um-unreal? No, no not what I meant-you look-â
Before he could get the last of it out, he was mentally cursing at himself for being so stupid, when he looked up to see your face it told him all that he needed to know, your teary eyes, arms wrapping around your midsection, and the way you looked at your feet in disappointment made him feel like a total asshole.
You quickly darted back into the bathroom and closed the door, not only did your boyfriend just call you fat, he also called you ugly which hurt more than anything, but right now you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror, not after what the love of your life just said to youâsitting down on the toilet seat, your dress now long gone on the floor. All you could do was cry, you felt embarrassed and kinda stupid that you actually thought he wouldnât notice how you tried to suck in your stomach or try to pull your dress out, so it didnât cling to you as tightly.
After about an hour you stopped crying, and just sat on the bathroom floor in silence, the date was already long gone so you contemplated just sleeping on the floor to save yourself the embarrassment. You heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creak open, not even looking up because you already knew who it wasâof course you forgot to lock the door.
Jake opened the door, and looked down to see your red puffy eyes, black lines of mascara streaking down your face, not only did he feel terrible, but he also made you feel even worse than you already did, it absolutely broke his heart to see you in such a state because of him.
âOh baby-I-you donât know how sorry I am, everything I said in there was not what I meant at all, you know my mouth acts before I thinkâ, Jake tried to joke lightly at the end, but seeing his antics didnât seem to amuse you at all, he just decided to just act now and say later.
Jake bent down to cup your face in his handsâthumbs gently stroking your tear-streaked cheeksâhe lovingly brought your gaze to his as he pecked your lips softly, as much as you didnât want to, you melted into his touch immediately, then you finally said something.
âYou were right though, my dress did make me look fat, and I know Iâm not the most appealing to look at-â
He quickly cut you off by shushing you, and pulled you into his lap, stroking your bare back before he responded, âBaby listen to me, I think you are the most gorgeous women in the entire world, when I saw you tonight-I was lost for words, I know they came out wrongâbut I love you more than life itself, please forgive me.â
You look down at your lap, then back up at him smilingâof course you knew Jake always had trouble with words, but that cheesy loving speech he just makes up for the last 2 and a half hours.
Giggling you cup both his cheeks and lean in to give him a gentle kiss that he gladly accepted, moving his hands up and down your thighs before he pulled away.
âWell-if it's worth anything, you still looking fucking hotâ Jake said with a lighthearted laugh before you responded.
âMaybe if you cuddle me tonight while we watch the Rocky franchise it will mean somethingâ, you said with the same tone.
Jake leaned in to steal another kiss from you before he responded, âHmm, I think I can do that for my babyâpopcorn too?â, you returned the kiss before giving him a âyes please.â
As Jake returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, he set the bowl down on your side table before quickly taking off his T-shirt and pants, he pretty much jumped into bed while trying to snuggle into you, but after you both got situated under the blanket, he pulled you into his chest and gave a peck on the forehead.
You laid your head on his chest before saying, âI love you.â
âI love you tooâ.
#x reader#chris evans#chris evans x reader#jake jensen x female reader#jake jensen x reader#jake jensen imagine#jake jensen x you#jake jensen x y/n#jake jensen#jake jensen smut#chris evans characters#jake Jensen fanfiction#the losers (2010)#masterlist#chris evans masterlist#angst with a happy ending#angst#fluffy
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Falling in Reverse (Dazai Osamu x Reader) Part Two
I meant to write more of this like...two years ago? My bad. I hope you enjoy despite that! <3 -
This is fine.
You kept on thinking it as you sat there, trying to pay attention.
You told yourself to stop it. Stop nitpicking, finding fault with every little thing and refusing to live in the moment for a solitary fucking second. You could feel your fingers twitching with desperation to check your messages, and nearly sit on your hands in an effort to stop yourself. You poured your focus into acting normal instead, nodding in the right places, making encouraging noises, keeping your facial expression open and inviting instead of sliding into boredom or irritation��
It's a fucking lot of work.
The guy â his name was Ken-something, he said what it was when you sat down but the bar was kind of loud and the chance to get him to repeat it somehow slipped past you â was good-looking enough but he wasnât especially interesting to talk to, and he kept looking around the bar like he was expecting something. He asked the basic questions, but you got the feeling he wasnât really listening when you answered. The only time he did seem intrigued was when you mentioned your job. You kept it vague, since the Armed Detective Agency wasnât popular with some people, and heâd lost interest when you clarified it was just a desk job.
âSo you donât get to get out much?â he asked, with a lopsided smirk like heâd made some hilarious sexual innuendo you hadnât got yet.
âOh, you know, I run errands sometimes.â You replied, pretending to think hard about the response. It's actually true â Ranpo had you bringing him so many snacks itâs like he thought you were the goddamn Easter Bunny, yet you could never quite bring yourself to say ânoâ to him. âThrilling stuff, I know.â
 âThatâs too bad. Maybe you need someone to show you some thrills, you know?â
A smirk accompanied that, and you dutifully waited for the butterflies in your stomach, or a flicker of intrigue, or something, but your ardour remained stubbornly cool. Frustration bubbled inside you, and you took a big gulp of your drink. It was like you were jamming keys you knew fit into the ignition of a car, but every time you turned it, the engine would not turn on, no matter how much you tried to will it to life.
But going home would feel like quitting. Like admitting defeat. Like you're really saying: I'm so obsessed with my co-worker who is both terrible and far too good for me that I can't give anyone else a chance. Sad, huh?
âExcuse me for a sec,â you said instead, flashing a smile you didnât feel, rising to your feet. âIâll be right back.â
He waved a hand in acknowledgement, and you could tell he was watching you as you headed for the ladiesâ room, the heat of it making you strangely uneasy, knowing his eyes were going down your body, cataloguing. For sure he was looking at your ass in the dress.
The ladiesâ room was blessedly quiet, and you splashed some water on your face, staring down your reflection, hands braced either side of the sink.
What am I doing here? You thought, and sighed.
Itâs just a lacklustre date. Youâve gone on them before and usually put no further thought into them once you took off your makeup and outfit and slipped into bed. There are millions of people in the world, the odds of being instantly compatible with someone seemed like a rare enough thing not to take too personally.
But looking at yourself in your red dress, your hair washed and makeup still nice (if getting slightly smudgy â most of your lipgloss had already transferred to the rim of your glass), you didnât feel like some kind of sexy badass like youâd been going for.
You just felt kind of stupid, to be honest.
You really thought you did something, didnât you? A nasty inner voice sneered at you. You thought this was like a movie where you could put on a slutty dress, have an amazing date with a cute guy and magically cure your shitty life? You thought this would fix anything?
You hated that the bitchy voice was right.
âYou stupid bitch.â You muttered out loud, your reflection mouthing the words back at you, and you shook your head and exited the toilets before somebody walked in on the stranger talking to herself.
Perhaps the drinks are hitting you a little harder than you thought, because a vague fuzz of light-headedness descended on you as you walked towards your booth, and you decided that you liked it. It took the edge of your self-consciousness and made you forget how this wasnât the kind of dress you usually wore, or that you were going on a stupid date to get over your feelings for a co-worker who was literally a hazard to oneâs health.
But then, just as you got back to your seat, younearly tripped over yourself in shock when you got to the booth and the back of the seated manâs head was definitely not the man youâd come into the bar with.
Youâd know those fluffy brown locks anywhere.
âDazai, what the fuck?!â you said, then remembered to lower your voice into a hiss, anger coming to you in a sharp burst, like opening a bottle thatâs been shaken up first. âYou canât just come in here and- â
Dazai turned his head and your ranting abruptly halted. His face was devoid of its usual playful smirk and the sparkle of mischief in his eyes, eyes that looked brown but when the light hit them just right, they got this golden sheen that looked just like honeyâŚ
You were distracted for a second, and Dazaiâs voice cut through the fog.
âI donât have time to explain, we have to move now.â
Something in his voice froze your anger â it had dropped an octave from his usual light-hearted, teasing tone he often adopted to annoy Kunikida or trick Atsushi into doing something for him. No, Dazai wasnât playing around, and your stomach dropped when you caught the look on his face.
More questions teemed on your tongue, but he was standing up, up, out of the seat and away from the little booth, grabbing your arm as he rushed by. Your half-finished drink lay abandoned and unpaid for â you knew Dazai had a habit of dine and dashing and apparently he was putting it to good use now.
He dragged you through the kitchen, so quickly that the yells of surprise from the cooks were already far behind you as he opened the door to the back of the bar and youâd stepped into the cool outside air. Dazai didnât pause in his stride or let go of your arm and you realised to your chagrin that youâd left your jacket behind in the booth. You could only hope some kind soul would hand it in to the place to hold onto, though they might not feel like returning it since youâd just disappeared without paying for your drink.
âDazai, slow down-" you said, doing your damndest to keep up with him â youâre not exactly dressed for running. âWhatâs going on?â
âYour date isnât just your average Joe, Iâm afraid.â Dazai replied, grimly, apparently deciding that telling you something was more practical than refusing to go into detail and risking a mutiny. âIâm not sure where you found this guy, but heâs there to try and pump information about the Armed Detective Agency from you.â
Your stomach twisted unpleasantly â you barely had time to register the chilly sting of disappointment, like cool air from a fast moving vehicle whipping by you.
âWhat the fuck â how could you possibly know that?â you spluttered, before another, unwelcome possibility struck you. âWere you⌠following me?!â
âOf course I was.â He said, in a voice that sounded a bit more like his usual one â that annoying, teasy, I-know-something-you-donât-know tone that usually got him slapped upside the head by Kunikida.
Your indignant squawk was cut off when he wrenched at your arm and suddenly, youâd stopped running and were enveloped in cool darkness. Heâd found some kind of little snicket that somebody passing at a reasonable pace would probably have missed. Youâre not surprised that Dazai was well-acquainted with hidden away little spots like that.
âDazai-" you said again, frustrated and slightly out of breath â why was he stopping?
âSsh.â He said.
In the distance you could hear the screeching of a car â no, more than one car â and an even more distant wailing of sirens. His arms caged you in and he was staring over his shoulder intently, like a fox that has heard the baying of the hounds.
âNo doubt the Port Mafiaâs goons are out looking for their little friend now.â He muttered, more to himself than you. It was like heâd forgotten you were there. âItâs for the best if this doesnât get traced back to the Armed Detective Agency.â
Your mouth felt dry suddenly, noting the calculating look in Dazaiâs eyes and unease crawled up your back. Itâs so easy to forget that Dazai used to be one of them, that he knew the way they think and that heâs capable of switching back into that mode with frightening ease. Just because youâre co-workers didnât mean you knew much about him, and youâre being made painfully aware of that fact right now.
âDazaiâŚjust what did you do?â you asked, and you couldnât hide the faint hitch in your voice.
Did he drag the guy outside and kill him? Was that why the police sirens were coming closer? If you pulled back the front of his coat right now, would his immaculate white shirt be splattered with still-wet blood? Does he think you told the guy something valuable? You didnât think Dazai would hurt you â but you couldnât be completely, one-hundred percent sure.
What did you really know about Osamu Dazai?
âDonât worry. The Port Mafia donât take kindly when you mess with one of their own,â Dazai said, seemingly able to discern your mounting fears with a glance, perhaps the look in your eyes or the tremor when you spoke gave you away. âHeâll live, but heâll think twice before he tries using someone from the Agency like that.â
Thank god for that. You think â not that you would have lost too much sleep over one ex-Port Mafia member, but the thought of being stuck in a tiny space with a man who had just recently murdered someone wasnât exactly the kind of exciting activity youâd hoped for tonight.
âSo, we should get out of here,â you said, swallowing. âWhile theyâre still swarming the bar.â
âNot yet. Theyâll be looking for people running for public transport.â Dazai replied, his voice so certain that you didnât question him further â why would you? This was all new territory for you, whereas Dazai had been doing this kind of thing since he was fifteen.
âSo then what-?â
But you both fell silent as you heard something else â voices, drawing closer. Dazai swore softly under his breath, and he leaned in a little closer to you like he was trying to shield you from view with his body. You could feel yourself starting to sweat from the intensity of it, fighting back a grimace as you felt a trickle of it sliding down the length of your upper arm. Fuck.
"I'm sorry," Dazai said, after a beat, when the voices had drawn so close that you swore any second - any second! â they were going to find you and maybe kill you, your heart pounding so loudly in your ears.
 And Dazai truly sounded regretful - he really was a good actor.
 âI'm going to have to kiss you."
He didn't give you pause to process his words, which came to you as if from far away, floating to your ears, because the next thing you knew, long slender fingers were cupping your jaw, turning your face and his mouth was sliding over yours.
Most first kisses are awkward, fumbling affairs. Getting used to someone else's rhythm, trying not to do something awkward and mood-killing like clash teeth or bite the other person's tongue can slow things down, cause a few seconds where the spell is broken.
Kissing Dazai - or rather, being kissed by him, was nothing like that.
He kissed you like he'd been given a guide. Like he knew you, intrinsically and deeply, and knew the inner workings of your mind and mouth better than you did. One hand stayed cradling your jaw, the other one slid down, and his long, elegant fingers wrapped around your waist, pulling you in until you were pressed flush against him. It didnât escape your notice that his crotch was also touching you and you were decidedly grateful his mouth was firmly joined with yours, or you might have actually whimpered out loud.
How often had you dreamed of this? Your nights had been full of sordid little fantasies of Dazai, of dropping your guard and confessing to him, and then, in your mind, heâd smile and tell you heâd always known, before he kissed you. Or depending on how raunchy you were feeling, other times youâd picture him just sweeping everything off your desk in a dramatic gesture and fucking you right then and there on the desk?
And all of it had seemed so stupid and pathetic than youâd be stinging with shame after your late-night fantasies reached their climax, lusting so hard over someone who probably barely noticed you were present in the room. Falling for Dazaiâs looks was one thing, but you saw what he was like on a day-to-day basis, how he was lazy and unprofessional and sometimes kind of an asshole. But cold logic would not touch your yearning.
And now, in this cold, cramped little forgotten pocket of Yokohama, Dazai was putting your daydreams to shame. Your lips tingled as if youâd kissed something with a high voltage, heat surging along your bloodstream. Dazaiâs touch was gentle but firm and the way he tilted his head, angling yours at his preference, sent a thrill chasing down your spine.
The voices were now right across from you, within armâs reach, but Dazai felt you stiffen in fear and simply deepened the kiss, holding you tightly to him.
âNevermind. Nobodyâs here âcept some lovebirds.â A manâs rough voice said and it sounded so close, you could practically smell him, but you forced yourself to tune him out like someone deep in the throes of passion would, to sink into the sensation of Dazaiâs hands on you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, the pleasant scent of him, sort of like freshly-cut wood and whisky.
âCome on, letâs go this way, they probably took the subway.â
The footsteps go the opposite direction, you hear one of the Port Mafia grunts swearing as he walks through a puddle, and the fear pricking you recedes. Dazai had one eye open, scanning behind you, before he finally breaks the kiss and pulled back. You felt bereft, but you were also seized by the abrupt urge to laugh at the sparkly smudge of gloss on the corner of his mouth.
âNicely done,â Dazai remarked, his eyes cutting down at you, and his lips curved in a smirk. âAlmost like it was real.â
âYeah,â you replied, trying to sound ironic, but you sounded far too breathy to be sufficiently aloof. âAlmost.â
Dazaiâs hand had not left your waist yet and he stepped out of the hiding place, pulling you after him.
âStay close to me,â he instructed, his voice husky. âWeâre not out of danger yet.â
You nodded and wiped your mouth on the back of the wrist.
With Dazai, danger was a given. You just hoped youâd come out of it in one piece â in more ways than one. But your voice was steady as you answered;
âThen letâs go.â
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AITA for calling my dad homophobic?
I (18f) identify as an asexual queer girl, and i live with my parents. My dad (52m) as well as the rest of my family are all devout mormons. surprisingly, my mom (47f) took my coming out fairly well. there was a phase of her telling me we could fix it and a phase of her avoiding the situation altogether, but ultimately sheâs grown a lot and has become a huge ally over the past two years since i came out to her.
my dad was a bit more of an issue. he took the coming out with a grain of salt, and has since admitted that he thought i was just trying to be rebellious, and he completely brushed me off when i told him i was leaving the church, telling me and i quote âi donât care if you leave because i know youâll come backâ, which always irritated me but i brushed it off. heâs also gotten a lot better at being respectful and while he still makes tasteless jokes sometimes, he usually seems to respect my identity and love me for who i am.
flash forward to a few days ago. i get home from work and i end up chatting with my parents as i usually do. the conversation turns to sexuality and my dad mentions how accepting he and my mom are, and i raise my eyebrows and remind him how uncomfortable they were when i first came out. i wasnât upset at this point, rather just poking holes in his story. i mentioned how awkward he was when i came out as asexual, and my mom (who has found herself to be a bit on the asexual spectrum as well) and i chuckle about it for a second, before my dad defends that he wasnât weird about it.
i reminded him how he COMPLETELY brushed it off when i first told him, and he told me that it means im not gay. i asked what he meant at the time, and his response was that âi consider the definition of gay to be having sex with someone of the same genderâ. my sister was in a serious committed relationship with a man at this point in time, but (being mormon) they hadnât had sex, so i asked my dad if i had that same level of relationship with a woman, if he would consider it gay, and his response was no. i proceeded to ask him if i married a woman and spent the rest of my life with her, kissing and sharing a bed and everything, would he consider it gay? he kind of scoffed at me and said âwell, if youâre sleeping in the same bed, then EVENTUALLY youâre going to have sexâ. that really upset me at the time, but he had only just learned about asexuality, so i cut him a break.
flash forward to a few days ago, i bring this up and rather than shrug it off and cringe the way he and my mom had been at other behaviors of theirs, he scowled and began to defend himself. he said that it didnât make any sense to him, and why should it matter if he thinks that? i pointed out that learning to respect other people even if you donât understand them is important, and he got a bit huffy. i mentioned the not considering me gay thing, and asked if he still felt that way. i expected a no or some sort of explanation, but instead he said âwell if youâre not having sex with another woman then youâre not doing anything wrong.â
that immediately made me upset, and i responded with âare you saying that being gay is wrong?â and my mom jumped in and accused me of twisting his words. i left the room and eventually he came in and gave an awkward apology without really saying anything just before he went to bed (one of those âim sorry you got upset because of what i saidâ apologies rather than an actual apology), and i reluctantly told him it was fine, but i still donât feel fine about it. i feel like heâs invalidating my identity and pretending like he did nothing wrong, but i donât want to confront him about it if iâm actually just making a big deal out of nothing. aita?
What are these acronyms?
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⥠character: jonathan crane x reader
⥠pronouns used: she / her
⥠note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can we talk about the chokehold cillian murphy has on us bc of oppenheimer? legit busting out this fanfic of scarecrow bc cillian played him. might be ooc but who cares? cillian murphy scarecrow will always be superior
"i think gotham university is actually the worst but it's cheap and gives me the degree without having too many student loans," you said as you stirred your iced coffee. being a senior in college, all the consumed your life was finishing off your last year strong and trying to pay off your debts as soon as you could, "so does that mean you won't be coming to the party?"
you gave your friend an eyeroll, "my love, what kind of 24 year old rolls up to a frat party? no less on a Tuesday night? some of the boys there will probably try to get laid just so they can say they had a night with a cougar," you and your friend instantly started laughing, "but i am willing to go to that bar this weekend!"
just as you started getting up get to refill your coffee, you noticed a man standing in front of you. you knew he was a professor here but you didn't know for which department. you gave him a small smile as a hello and deciding just to pour your coffee without saying much.
you were pouring your ice into your cup and minding your business when you noticed that Dr.Crane dropped his own coffee on the bar. you quickly took out a stack of napkins, instantly helping him clean up. the coffee was searing hot which made you realize that you were burning your hand in the process.
"fuck, that hurts!" you whispered. Dr.Crane immediately pulled your hand back, "here, let me see," he said as he analyzed your now red hand. it was burning and your hand started to bubble up from the heat, "we're going to have ointment on that as soon as possible. you're going to need to come with me."
you were a bit thrown off by how blunt he was being however you knew Dr.Crane was known for being a bit stand offish. he wasn't the kind of professor that everyone got along with or even went to his office to talk too.
he dragged you off to his office, immediately pulling out his emergency aid kit and started the healing process. you sat back, texting your friend to pack your things off and leaving it in front of his office. you didn't say a word as he was murmuring to himself, "this might sting so brace yourself," he whispered.
you instantly shot up in pain, trying not to yell but the pain of the ointment made you grab his arm and squeeze it. he chuckled as you were trying to show that you weren't in pain however it was very evident that your pain tolerance was not that high.
"you did well for someone that just had rubbing alcohol rubbed into an open wound," you gave him a weary smile before he started placing a bandage wrap on your hand, "so, what's your major?" he asked jumping into a completely different conversation.
"early education! I want to be a preschool teacher!" he hummed in interest, "love children?" you shook your head in agreement, "i love teaching them however to have some of my own is not really my gist," he nodded, "that should do it. keep the bandage on until Saturday and after that, you should place some more healing ointment on it but let the wound breathe. you don't need it to get infected."
"thank you so much Dr.Crane," he brushed you off, "it's not your fault. I was the one who dropped coffee on the bar." he helped you up from the chair and opened the door, "what is your name?"
you gave him your name as you shook his hand with your bandaged one, "you're welcomed into my office at any time." that was all he said before walking away into the next hallway. you didn't know what he meant by that but you didn't think too much into it. you grabbed your things and rubbed your bandages as you started to walk away from his office.
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Saturday night came around as you were getting dressed for the night. you were meeting your friends at a bar not too far from your apartment. you were wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top to battle the heat that was still lingering in Gotham. you knew that you were bound to regret it since the bar all of you wanted to go to was a bit more on the expensive side and probably had the air conditioning cranked all the way up.
you pulled on your shoes and went to meet your friends in front of the bar. as you were waiting for them to arrive, you noticed a couple of men entering. you could have sworn one of them looked like Dr.Drane but you figured that couldn't be Dr.Crane. he didn't seem like the bar attending type.
"hey, isn't that Dr.Crane from the psychology department?" one of you friends said later into the night. you turned around and true to her word, Dr.Crane and two other men were sitting down at the bar, sipping on what looked like whiskey. you could have sworn that he was staring at you but you shook that feeling away, "I think it is. I could've sworn I saw him earlier but didn't think that was actually him."
you wanted to get another drink but suddenly, you felt a bit nervous approaching the bar. you could sense Dr.Cranes very blue eyes now starting to look at you but the urge to get another beer was calling your name.
one of your friends noticed how you were drinking a bit more but as soon as she saw the professor staring at you, it all connected.
"oh, you're scoring high, aren't you?" she asked laughing. you shook your head no, "that's a professor at the university I attend. I might a bit desperate but not that desperate."
"what are the chances that Crane has the hots for you,-" "very likely as he is coming over here with two glasses of wine in his hand."
your eyes widened, not knowing what to do. you admittedly tried to fix your hair as he approached your table, "I figured it'd be polite to bring you a glass of wine before I whisked you away from your friends," he said handing it over to you, "I just wanted to ask how your hand healed."
your friends instantly moved away from the table, "if I remember telling you correctly, you could have removed the bandage today," he stated. you chuckled awkwardly, "uh, I got scared and figured I'd have a friend help me in case I needed it rebandaged. he's a pre-med student so I knew I could trust him."
"scared? of a little burn? come on, let me help you."
you didn't say a thing and let him take the lead. he grabbed your hand and unwrapped it, sensing that your hand was shaking a bit. he examined the now healed wound. a burn mark that he was sure was going to scar but other than that, nothing to be concerned of.
"ah, as I suspected. not much besides scarring. once you get home, apply more healing ointment," you nodded in agreement, "thank you Dr.Crane," he chuckled lowly, "i'm not at work, please call me Jonathan."
"thank you a lot Jonathan-," "come sit with my friends and I."
you wanted to protest but you didn't see your friends in the same spot anymore. they had all wandered off with men they saw to hang out with for the night. you swore to yourself that you'd end up punching them for leaving you alone with Jonathan for the night.
"oh, of course. I hope I'm not intruding," you whispered. Jonathan shook his head, "not at all." you walked up to his friends who seemed to be whispering to each other until you walked up.
"this is my lovely companion ( your name). ( your name ), these are my partners who work alongside me at Arkham. Jervis Tetch and Edward Nashton."
you gave them a smile and shook their hands, "it's a pleasure," you said. Jervis placed a kiss on the back of your hand, "no, pleasure is all mine," he said.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow as his friend indicating to back off. you sat next to Jonathan as the three talked about various different things. you didn't care to speak up as the wine you were drinking was enough enjoyment.
"so, you attend Gotham University? what is your degree in?" Edward suddenly asked you. you perked up a bit, "oh! early childhood education. intending to be a preschool teacher!"
"interesting, developing the minds of young children, how sweet," he replied. you nodded as you didn't catch the wink that Edward sent Jonathan's way, "yeah! it's fun being around all of them and being able to teach them the fundamentals of life!"
you got up, excusing yourself to get another glass of wine as the three men all watched you leave.
"I understand why she became of interest. pretty little thing, isn't she?" Jervis asked. Jonathan agreed, "with a little help from Jervis, I'm sure she'll be a great help with all of our plans."
Jonathan needed a partner. not so much of romance, although he didn't mind if that's how it worked out with you, but with someone who could help him get Gotham under his ruling. there were certain characteristics that intrigued him about you and after doing extensive research on you, he knew you'd be the perfect one.
you were dancing to the music that was playing in the bar as you awaited your wine. he went up to you as the lights dimmed down and the music got louder.
"no one is here to watch us dance with the lights now being lowered. mind?" now with the buzz of the alcohol in your system, you agreed and followed him to the floor. you were dancing against him as he remained as stiff as a board.
you didn't seem to care as he knew that him acting out a bit ridiculously was only temporary. through his research, he knew you were a party girl in your early 20s. your social medias didn't hide it and the photos you were tagged in seemed like you had a bit of a promiscuous side to you as well.
"you're a gorgeous girl, how come your out here without a partner," you shrugged in response, "romance never seemed to find me." he chuckled as bent down to your ear, "even though it is against policy that professors have any kind relationship with a pupil, I did see that you are in your last year."
you nodded in agreement as he noticed that your eyes had gotten lowered due to the alcohol, "so does that mean you want to see me after this?" he hummed in agreement, "way more than you realize." you giggled cutely as you turned around and faced him.
his glasses were fogged due to how warm the bar was.
"well I can't say that I'm opposed to that idea," you whispered. he smirked as he realized Jervis' power must've been working, "I love that you're on board with the idea." his hands found your thighs as he rubbed them.
you giggled once again as you smashed your lips against his. you didn't care if this landed back in your car or your place but the higher his hands went, the warmer your face got. your tongue was fighting against his as your breath quickened up.
"how about we take this back to my house?" you nodded excitedly as Jervis and Edward noticed that Jonathan's plan went onto succeed, "I guess we're no longer needed?" Jervis asked Edward. he nodded as he chuckled, "ever the ladies man, isn't he?" Edward responded.
the two friends shook their heads in disbelief as they noticed you hanging off of Jonathan's side, placing kisses on his next as his hand remained rubbing against your thigh.
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Hiii I wanted to ask what you think happens to Micah in the timewarp au cause modern Micah is such an enigma and it's so funny to me. Do you think he's coping well with modern times? Or does he just respawn and immediately tries robbing a mc Donald's or smth. Could def see him doing Florida man throwing an alligator through a Wendy's window type shit or just being the Wendy's employee getting the alligator thrown at him.
Also speaking of Florida man do you have an idea of what state they live in currently in modern au? (I love hearing peoples takes on where in America they think rdr takes place, especially when they're talking about where they'd be in a modern au)
i am so conflicted because like. gang with memories and knowledge of what happens in the future.
arthur wants to kill micah. yes he's been thriving and has a happy life with hosea and bessie and the boys and being a part of isaac's modern life but imagine the guilt he would feel knowing he was dying anyway but if he'd killed micah in 1899 it would've literally saved lives and it might have meant the bureau never went after john in 1911. the absolute arthur 'blames himself for everything that ever happened' morgan would consider himself personally responsible for every life micah took/destroyed post 1899. and arthur has 8 years to plan. 8 years.
but i did let dutch live so why not micah. gotta give rat bastard man a of love
micah respawned in a denny's parking lot to the sight of arthur morgan with a baseball bat. no context. no understanding what's happening. it's late evening. there's street lights and neon signs and who fucking cares they immediately pick up where they left off in 1899 which is beating the living shit out of one another.
cut to them both bloody and bruised in holding cells at the local jail still hurling insults at each other while hosea is just standing there wondering what the actual hell he is meant to do.
said incident immediately landed micah on a list of people not allowed to be sold guns and it is like neutering a feral dog. the first time micah cries in his life is at a walmart being told he isn't able to buy a gun. even if the gang want nothing to do with him like they are getting a phone call sorry to interrupt your evening sir but there's an adult man throwing a tantrum on the floor
the gang are forced to admit it isn't morally correct to a) let micah loose unsupervised in modern era or b) leave him to fend for himself and die. micah ends up living in a trailer park. he embraces redneck culture. he eats so much fast food the servers will call for a welfare check if they haven't seen him in more than three days. he gets a job at a paintball center because damnit if he can't have a gun he will have gun-adjacent. he is the conservative dad-bod southern hick hero of teenage boys everywhere
what's really funny is isaac morgan's best friend (other than jack, obviously) is malachi bell who is a direct descendant of amos bell. because he has known isaac since elementary school: and young isaac did not understand his experiences of being murdered and reawakening in modern era were not universal: kai is fully aware of how the timewarp works ie sometimes he goes with isaac to visit grandpop hosea and there will be a very confused freshly warped outlaw sitting on the couch. the fucking phone call of 'hey remember how my family was super weird around you at the start because you look scarily like your grand uncle who kind of killed my dad and was murdered by my uncle GUESS WHO JUST TURNED UP'
micah is the best terrible uncle a kid could ask for and is honestly super attached to kai even though kai is his polar opposite in every way out of spite. kai goes to micah's trailer for dinner. says he's vegetarian. goes again and micah went through the effort of getting tofu. says he's allergic to soy. inherited all the bell snark and none of the tendency towards evil
micah and arthur in a fistfight at a barbeque while kai and isaac are both just standing there 'i'm sorry about my family'
an underappreciated micah fact is how much he cared about baylock. he would get the exact same level of giddy as the rest of the gang being around horses in modern era. while living in a trailer is not ideal for having a horse he does have a massive black 'looks like he could kill you but is actually a giant cuddle bear' bully-breed dog because as much as he was afraid of dogs (fight me) he is actually more afraid of being alone. his dog eats at the table with him. micah eats mcdonalds while his dog gets lovingly pan-seared steak.
his dog is a kill-shelter rescue named baymax and micah has no idea about disney movies and doesn't understand why people giggle at the name.
to the second point i am not american and have no idea wheeze but i think texas?? texas is where most people seem to think new austin is based on?? in rdr terms they're probably on the northern side of modern day blackwater like there's the bay to the east, mountains to the north and desert to the west. pls if there are any americans what fast food place would micah bell III dedicate his life to and what state should they be in
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