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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years ago

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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tobioslune · 4 years ago

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liquid courage

Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

Genre : fluff, comfort? college au kinda, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, Iwaizumi being soft and a simp

Warnings? : implied drinking, (aged up), cursing (from the lyrics), a little smooch

a/n: This is a draft i started in january but things happened that made me leave it for about like four months lol (if u wanna know what happened while i was writing this you can read it here lol also you could see how i wrote / continued writing it here ) but! im finally finished and im pretty proud of it even though its lowkey all over the place :>> please do check out the song bc it slaps and it’s really good lol okay that’s all for now hope you enjoy <3 (last notee: likes and reblogs are really appreciated!!)

▶ now playing : drunk - dijon

You and Iwaizumi have been close friends since highschool, and feelings may have been caught during that time. With the reason of not wanting to ruin the relationship you’ve built with him, you tried to brush it off. And like every other trope where you fall for your best friend you expected that he wouldn’t feel the same way.

Surprisingly both of you ended up going to the same university, and you were able to hang out and keep in touch with each other. Everytime you think you’ve set those feelings aside, whenever some romantic tension presents itself, it bubbles up inside all over again. Like an annoying weed that keeps coming back no matter how hard you try to get rid of it.

School and other work has been pressing on you for the past few months and you just keep getting into a slump. No matter how hard you try, you find yourself in the same place you were over and over again. Iwaizumi noticed this and really tried his best to help but he’s also caught up with a ton of things.

O baby, I’m lonely and I’m fucked up by myself

Could uu come here?!

It was 1am on a Saturday and Mattsun called you. You were working on an essay and it was super unexpected. It was able to shake you from the somewhat trance you were in while trying to think.

“Hey y/n-san I’m so sorry to call you at such a late time and most probably not so nice notice, but is it okay if you pick-up Hajime here at our usual place? Hanamaki and the others have already left and theres a paper I need to take care of, and you’re the only one I could think of.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Did Hajime drink too much like last time?” You think to yourself, ‘How stubborn, I’ve told him last time to be mindful of how much he takes because of his low tolerance’ You found the thought quite amusing.

“He sure has. When will you be able to get here by the way?” Mattsun replies.

“Give me about 15 minutes, it’s not so far from where I live anyways. Can you keep him company for a little while longer?” you tell him. This would be able to get your mind off the stress and exhaustion you’re in hopefully for a little while. Besides you haven’t met him in person for about month so it would be nice to see him again.

“Yeahh I can do that. Thanks again by the way y/n.”

“Suree, anytime. Okay see you in a bit, bye”

“Bye.”

The train stations are already closed at this time, and it would be too much of a hassle to take a cab to and from where he lives so it probably would be best that he crash at your place instead.

You straighten a few things up in your apartment and proceed to grab a jacket, your keys, wallet and your phone, placing it into a small purse. As you closed the door you could already feel a rush of cold air surrounding you.

The walk there was quite refreshing and you felt much better than you did earlier. As you arrived there you could see Mattsun waiting in front. You smiled as you walked toward him. It took him a couple seconds to recognize you as you came into view.

“Heyy, hope I didn’t take too long” you said as you greeted him with a hug.

“No, it’s all good you actually arrived faster than I expected”, Mattsun replies returning your smile.

“He’s inside by the way.” gesturing with the back of his thumb.

“Okay, I’ll go take care of it from here”

“Thanks again, apologies if it interrupted anything important.”

“Like I said, it's alright! I got it.” you assure him.

You both bid your goodbyes and you make your way inside the homey bar. There he was, head resting on his right hand and glass of water in the other. You figured he sobered up at least a little bit.

You let out an amused sigh, “Oh Haj, I’ve told you a couple of times last time to watch it, right?” You took a seat in front of him, leaning your head on your hand. He laughed a little at the statement made. “Sorry y/n, got a bit caught up and forgot.”

Letting out a low hum you respond, “Anyways, ready to go?”

“Yeah just give me a moment.” His head was still pounding from the drinks.

I’M WASTING and I’m anxious; I’m fading from myself…

You placed his arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright and stable as you walk. Compared to him he was obviously heavier making it difficult for you to even make it to the door, you were basically stumbling out, but somehow you were able to manage and he was at least trying to cooperate even when everything was practically hazy for him in that moment.

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You fell for him, and little did you know he did too. You’ve known Hajime as reserved, reliable, firm, caring and surprisingly stubborn at times. He knew that if he told his friends and teammates they would tease him and make it more obvious that's why he kept it in a never said a word.

He liked you, he liked you so much, but sometimes you just seemed so out of reach to him. Loved by almost everyone, you were beautiful, charming and just overall amazing to him. There were times where he really tried to deny his feelings, his emotions, toward you but whenever another guy would be around you he just can’t help but want you all to himself.

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As school progressed your schedule became more hectic and your assignments started to pile up. It felt like an endless mess and an inevitable disaster. He saw how stressed you were but he felt a bit helpless because he didn't know what to do. He couldn’t really help you because of your different courses and besides he wouldn’t even know what to do. As time went on your hangouts became lesser and lesser and sometimes you'd even be too busy or even too tired to chat with him. You would try making plans but your group mates would suddenly set up meetings or deadlines would abruptly be sent and given.

Although he has tried reaching out, because of how busy you were he was left alone with his thoughts and feelings and he tried to make sense of how he really felt. He wanted to avoid thinking of you but that became difficult for him when almost everything reminded him of you…

“They would have liked this..”, “I should probably ask if they ate.”, “This would be such a nice gift for y/n.”, “I wonder what they would think of this.”, it just felt like never ending thoughts of you.

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When Matsukawa and the rest of the old team from Seijoh offered him to hang out and catch up he couldn't say no. By going he would be able to hang out with them and it would hopefully be a distraction to help get you off his mind. He knew you were busy and in his head he thought that maybe you didn't like him the say he does. You ran circles around his mind and at time he’s just feel so conflicted and confused.

In the end he got wasted, he felt faded, and just wanted to feel ok. He accidentally ended up telling the boys out of frustration that he had feelings for someone which left him with mixed emotions at times. They found this quite surprising because who would get him so hung up and drunk like that.

COULD U COME HERE?! And say u’ll stay the night

Although you reminded him last time you went drinking to watch his intake you were still shocked that he was so drunk he could barely think straight. The cold air and silence filled the walk and everything in some way felt alright. You felt at peace and his presence made everything feel comfortable even if you were practically carrying him.

He sighs, “Hey I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess I accidentally let myself go back there again.”

“It's ok, I mean that's bound to happen to everyone at some point I've got you don't worry it's fine.” you respond.

“Where are we going, by the way?” He asks.

“I'm taking you back to my place, I mean if you don't mind. The subways are closed and the taxis are hard to come by at this time.”

“Oh ok, it's fine, I mean I have nowhere else to go to anyways and I don't really mind,” He says with a flustered laugh.

As you keep walking you pass by a convenience store you both frequently used to hang out at when your schedules weren't so busy.

“Hey Haj, we should stop there for a while just so you could sober up a little more. Also I’m a bit hungry anyway,” you suggest.

“Yeah good idea, besides you must be kind of tired trying to carry me around for this long.”

You both make your way to the convenience store and you tell him to sit outside while you buy something for the both of you.

Cause it’s been a while, since I've seen u smiling! O baby, could u come down? I think I’m freaking out! And I’m drunk!

You step inside and the warmth of the shop embraces you. You then proceed to get some meat buns, and two coffees. As you go to pay you take a glimpse outside to check up on Iwaizumi and to your surprise he was already looking at you. You quickly turn away and you feel a small blush attempting to creep up on your face, but you shake the thought away as you make it to the counter.

You finish paying and walk over to where Iwaizumi is sitting and you place the food down on the table. Handing over a meat bun and a coffee to him, you sit down and sigh in satisfaction as you bite into yours. Somewhat comfortable silence fills the space and you absentmindedly process everything that happened.

“So, how was the hang out with the guys? I haven't seen them in so long. You sure must’ve had fun...” You say in the hopes of making things a little less awkward and quiet.

“Oh yeah it was great.” He replies with his mouth still with food, you laugh and he continues after he finally swallows what he was eating.

“Yeah it was really fun, we got to catch up on a lot and they're doing pretty great I must say. You should come next time, I mean when you're not busy. I miss our hangouts, you know...”

“Is this not a hangout?” You humorously ask.

“I mean, it is but I'm saying we should hang out more when you're not busy and when I'm not drunk.” He says with a laugh.

“Yeah we totally should.“ You say with a smile.

“So anyways, how's life?”

“Well I mean I'm doing ok, but overall just really stressed. Work and papers have been piling up and my head has been pounding for like weeks or maybe even just days you know, but I guess I'm doing fine.” Giving a small laugh to lighten the statement.

“Yeah the workloads really suck right now, they're crazy. But I'm here for you if you need anything even if I don’t really understand a thing from your subjects.”

“Yeah, I know.” You say giving him a reassuring grin.

You both take a brief pause when he suddenly brings up an old inside joke you both had when you were younger. You spend about an hour reliving memories, throwing around jokes, teasing each other and laughing a lot.

Sighing into a smile he says, “I really miss this. It's been a while since I've seen you smile like that.”

“Yeah I missed our hangouts like these, this feels so great and nostalgic in a way.”

And I don’t think I can beat it, I’m paralyzed, I’m terrified of being alone!

You both clean up and start to continue your walk back to your place. All the stress you’ve been feeling earlier feels as if it has left and you feel relieved. As you both near your apartment complex, Iwaizumi stops making you turn back.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I’m good.” You then proceed to turn around, but he suddenly continues.

“Listen I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that we’re still going to be ok even as friends afterwards.” He says with a slight seriousness on his face

“Yeah, you can tell me anything I promise I'll still stay. I mean unless you're a criminal and you're gonna kill me.” You joke. Moving closer to him you prepare yourself a bit for whatever he would say. “So what's up?”

He takes a breath, “I like you y/n -san.... and I'm really sorry if you don’t like me after this or if this makes anything awkward or if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I've liked you since high school and I was too scared to say anything because I thought you liked another guy--”

“--I swear even when we were younger there was something about you that just made everyone like you. You were so nice, friendly to everyone, helpful, beautiful, and so much more. You’re captivating to me… and I’m trying to use whatever’s left of this liquid courage to get this off my chest and I think I’m ready for whatever might come next.”

Your mouth parts slightly from shock because of what he said but it slowly, turns into a huge grin.

“Hajime, I don't know what to say…” you cut him off before he could say anything,

“Because I like you too, and I have for such a long time.”

He lifts up his head with hope and a slight disbelief in his eyes, “You do..? You did..?!’’

“Yes..” you say with a small chuckle and a smile plastered across your face. You walk even closer until you're both mere inches away from each other. You take a relieved sigh and make eye contact with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him in for a hug. He places his arms delicately around your waist hugging you back.

He slowly pulls away and cups your face ever so tenderly, pulling you in so that your lips are merely ghosting the others; and he gently kisses you. You felt as if that you were floating on clouds. His lips were so soft and warm it felt so surreal.

You both pull away and he says with a smile, “I've waited and wanted for so long to do that.”

You couldn't believe that everything that happened, actually happened. It felt like a scenario that you would only be able to play in your head. But it was all real and it was all happening. It felt like a dream, and if this were a scene in some cute drama there would have been hearts floating around your head right now, you felt lovestruck.

Cause it’s been a while, since i’ve thought about the good things, all the bright light things all the good times that we had! It’s been a while, since I made u smile!

You finally reach your apartment hand-in-hand, sitting down on the couch as soon as you enter. The night was filled with more conversations, laughter and just overall good times. Homework forgotten and disregarded, you let yourself go and have fun. Surprisingly everything felt like it just fell into place.

You looked at him and maybe it was the alcohol but he was pretty sure he saw stars in your eyes.

“I can't believe after all this time you're finally and actually mine.” you say.

Whatever magic or fate intertwined and lined you up to this exact moment you just knew that you were forever grateful.

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give-seconds · 4 years ago

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Sweet Lies

Summary: Sungchan wants to tell you something but is scared to do it face to face. So, he decides to write you letters telling you everything he wants to say.

Paring: Sungchan x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: cheating

Word count: 2.3K

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Hi y/n,

I don’t know if you’re ever going to get these. I mean, as of right now, my intention isn’t to give you them. I guess these letters, like the reason they even exist, are for me. Through these letters, I hope to tell you everything I wish I had the guts to say to your face. I wish I could say this was all a mistake and that I could man up and beg for your forgiveness. But it isn’t a mistake. This is a conscious decision I made once and am continuing to make again.

Maybe you’ll even forgive me.

Love,

Sungchan

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Good morning y/n,

You were gone when I woke up this morning. You wrote me this cute little note about how you had some special surprise planned for me today. I’m sorry, I’ll have to cancel. I already have plans today. I already know what I’ll say to you. I’ll say something about how my work assigned me to a special project and that I have to work late to help design the framework or something like that. Really though, it’s her birthday today, and I promised I’d spend it with her.

I wish I hated myself enough to stop.

Love,

Sungchan.

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Hi y/n,

It’s kind of funny, actually. Today, you were telling me about a song you found that “is making its way” to becoming your favorite song. It’s a song from the cheater’s point of view. After you played it for me, you said you didn’t know if you could ever forgive someone who cheated on you. That you should be enough for someone, and if the person you’re dating doesn’t realize that, then they’re not someone you would miss.

After that, I was so stressed, I called her as soon as I got home. Her voice is the only thing that can calm me down when things like this happen between me and you.

I’m sorry,

Sungchan

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Hi y/n,

Today the guilt I felt was too heavy. I called into work sick and spent the day stuffing everything you’ve ever given me into a box. It was too loud. One of the last things I put into the box was our undergrad graduation photo. It’s only been two years since then, but we look so young. Maybe it’s because I look at that photo and think how soon after that, we started our relationship. Back then, you were the only person I could see myself with.

Five months ago, I met someone who made me feel like that again. Those feelings are still there for you—I hope you never think I lost them. I just found someone who holds an equal part in my heart as you do.

Know I love you,

Sungchan

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My Dearest,

You showed up at our front door crying. Judging from the frantic knocks on my door from Jungwoo, you scared him pretty bad. Not many can scare Jungwoo like that; he must really like you.

Anyways, after a cup of hot chocolate, you told me what was wrong. You said your dad had another kid with another woman and that he’d never told you about it. That when you were young, he used to have “conference meetings” with the other higher-ups that lasted a few days.

He was really visiting his other family. Your mom even knew about it; you were the only one who didn’t know. You said that you’ve never been hurt by a lie before. While drying your eyes, you decided lies were the worst thing. That from here on out, you are going to live as honestly as you could. You then asked me if I was hiding anything from you and begged me to tell you if I was. “I can’t handle any more secrets, Sungchan. So if you have anything you’re hiding from me, please, please just tell me. I need to get it all over with now.”

I almost cried when you said that, and I’m thankful you couldn’t hear the lie in my voice when I said I wasn’t keeping anything from you. There have only been a few times the bracelet she’s given me felt like it was burning my skin. At that moment, when you begged me to tell you anything I was hiding, it felt like my wrist was on fire. As soon as you left, I practically ripped it off.

I love you, and I’m so sorry,

Sungchan

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Hey love,

I was looking through these letters today before I went to bed (I’m writing this one as a spur-of-the-moment thing before I go to sleep), and I realized I’ve only been writing about how I hate what I’m doing. And while that is true, I don’t want you thinking that’s the only emotion I feel. I know what I’m doing is wrong, and I don’t deserve to be anything close to the good guy. With that being said, I owe you the truth. But if hearing me talk about my relationship with her is too painful, I suggest skipping this letter.

I met her about six months ago at a flower shop. It’s the shop I bought the flowers I got you for your birthday. She helped me pick them out. Now I don’t know what came over me, but when she asked me who I was getting flowers for, I told her they were for my mom. Before I left, she gave me her number. I almost threw it away, but right before I let go, something stopped me.

I felt something for her, and I still do. It felt like what I felt for you when I first started realizing I liked you. The immediate feeling of comfort that comes when I hear her voice, the blinding smile, the beautiful personality. It was all the same as when I met you.

I’m not trying to say she’s you; she’s more emotional when it comes to watching movies (I still want to find one that’ll make you cry, I know there’s one out there), and she’s a bit more hyper than you are. But the point I want to make is, the things I feel for you, I feel for her. I don’t know how much that’ll mean to you when (if) you read these, but know I feel so much for you. You were the light of my college years, and you continue to brighten my day.

But so does she. She knows things I don’t and can open my mind to a whole new world. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s frankly amazing.

I’m trying hard not to talk too much about her in this—I don’t want you to think she’s better than you. I just want you to understand that no matter how many times I talk about how much I hate myself or the guilt I feel, I continue to tell you and her lies. As long as I have you two by my side, I’ll continue telling lies.

You both mean so much to me,

Sungchan.

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Hey y/n,

This letter will be pretty short; I just wanted to tell you what a good day it was today. We spent the whole day together, which always feels therapeutic. I bought us lunch, we went go-carting (I beat you because you were too scared to go fast, it was great), and we looked around at different shops before we went back to my apartment to have dinner with Jungwoo.

It just feels right being with you, and I can’t thank you enough for being in my life. I think we’re a good fit, and so do you. It’s nice to be with someone who thinks so similarly to me, and I can’t get over how well we fit together. I mean, when you left, Jungwoo couldn’t stop talking about how lucky I am to have found someone who fits me so well.

I’m kind of rambling at this point, but I feel so much love for you right now that I wanted to put it down somewhere.

Thank you for being the person you are and loving me like I love you,

Sungchan

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I’m so sorry,

I thought it was important I let you know right off the bat that I am sorry. Yesterday, I forgot about a date we arranged. We were out looking for a birthday present for her younger brother and got distracted looking at all the different shops. I never even heard the phone ring when you called. You called me five times before you texted and told me you were leaving. You had even tried to make a joke sending me a text that said: “at least we didn’t make reservations.”

Then today, I bought you flowers and told you that I was busy showing the intern around. That I had to do it on a Saturday because he’s from our office in Japan and takes Korean lessons on the weekdays. We do have an intern from our office in Japan here, but I’m not the one showing him around. You told me it was okay and that you understood, but I could tell you were still really hurt.

I feel like an idiot. I know cheating is bad, but I told myself that when I got into another relationship, I would never forget a date with either of you. That was the only standard I was trying to hold myself to, and I failed.

I’ll try harder to never forget a date again,

Sungchan

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Hey y/n,

I think this is the last letter I’ll get to write to you. Well, I don’t think, I know.

You came to me today, asking what I was doing last night. I lied and told you I was at home watching TV. If there’s anything I will never forget about that conversation, it’s how you looked at me. You had smiled, nodding your head as you looked at me with teary eyes. You looked heartbroken.

When I tried to hug you and ask what was wrong, you shook your head no and backed away from me. Now that truly broke me. So I asked you what happened and you told me about how someone you knew saw me at the movie theater with a girl. You asked me to tell you who the girl was, and I begged you not to do this. I said that if you did this, it wouldn’t end well. That all the memories we had made together would be tainted.

You laughed and told me it wasn’t your fault the memories would be tainted; it was mine. You then asked me again to tell you who the girl was, and I told you what I had done.

I’m not sure when I started crying, and I’m still crying as I write you this letter. You were crying too as you told me we were over. I asked you to listen to me, and you just shook your head. As you walked to the door, you told me you would come by tomorrow to give me the stuff I keep at your house that I should pack up everything of yours. That’s how I’m going to give you these letters.

You also told me that if I’m still a decent person, I would tell the other girl about you. Believe me, after seeing your reaction I want to. But I can’t lose you both. Maybe soon, the guilt I feel when I look at her will make me strong enough to tell her.

Believe me, I know how selfish that is. I just can’t bring myself to do it.

I’m so sorry, and I love you,

Sungchan

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Sungchan,

I couldn’t even bring myself to say something like “hi” or “dear,” you’re not dear to me anymore. That’s not to say this doesn’t hurt; I still can’t believe you did this to me. I mean, I thought I knew who you were.

I’m not writing this to tell you it’s okay or that I understand you through these letters. I’m mostly writing this because I don’t think I can face you right now. Again, I will never understand how you could do this. I thought I knew you. We’ve known each other for four years, two of which we were dating, and I still can’t believe I don’t know who you are. So while I don’t blame myself for this, I can’t help but wonder. If I knew you better, would you have been able to lie to me for so long?

I hope you know you’re not the hero here. You wrote that one letter about how you didn’t think you deserved to be the good guy, but you wouldn’t be writing these letters if you didn’t think you were justified in some way. You were in no way a decent person, and I hope you remember that.

You also tried to say you loved me throughout your affair. If you loved me, we wouldn’t even be having whatever this is right now. If you loved me, you would have told me about her when I asked you to tell me if you were hiding anything. If you loved me, it would have been you who told me about your cheating and not a coworker. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? This lady who I only talk to on occasion now knows my boyfriend didn’t value me enough to be committed to our relationship. She only knew what you looked like because she happens to follow me on Instagram and saw all the photos of us I had posted. You don’t love me, and I hope you can stop lying to yourself.

And you’re right—you are being completely selfish by not telling her. So I decided I had to be the bigger person, once again, and tell her myself. I swallowed my pride and asked my coworker to look through your followers with me until she found the girl she saw you out with. I sent a message to her explaining the situation, and guess what? She believed me. You should be hearing from her soon—that is if you haven’t already.

Goodbye cheater,

Y/n

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Thank you all for reading! I’ve been listening to Sweet Lies by EXO a lot lately, so I decided to write this. Thank you to @jiwvnie and @pastelsicheng for proofreading this for me!

I would love to know what you thought about this, and I hope you all have a great day/night!

Masterlist

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jtrokujo · 4 years ago

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paring: Toge Inumaki x fem!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

gerne: romantic, fluff

summary: Toge and (Y / N) had been dating for ages, but whether something will change this time. Because (Y / N) has had feelings for him for a while, but she could never confess.

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"What do you like better? The first or the second outfit? " she desperately asked her friend on the video call.

"No idea, take the first top from the first outfit and the pants from the second outfit, that would definitely look good."

No sooner said than done, she changed and apparently her friend had good taste.

But why such an effort?

She has a date today.

However, this is not her first date with him, no, they have already had a lot and have been dating for about half a year, but it still occurred to him less than ever to admit her feelings.

But today that will change, today she will tell him how she feels for him when she has the support, because it is already the 5 times that she said something like 'I will confess my feelings to him' but it is more likely in addition there was 'salmon'.

"(Y / N) ... Earth on (Y / N)!" Maki shouted on her cell phone so that it should hear itself (Y / N).

"Yes, Maki?" she took her cell phone and saw her friend through the screen.

"Don't you want to meet Toge at 2pm?" she asked her friend, who gave her a strange look and said ‘Yes’, which sounds wounded.

"Congratulations, (Y / N), it's 2:17 pm."

Now the lover's heart slipped into his pants, but none of that.

With a 'Thank you, goodbye' she hung up as quickly as she could and took her bag, put on her shoes and got on the bike right after she closed the door of her room, of course they could have gone into town together , but wanted to go into town alone because he wanted to buy Panda a chocolate bar, because this one lost his in the past few days, or rather was stolen and that by none other than Itadori, (Y / N) could have said it to Panda too Student gave her half of the bar so she remained silent and said when he asked where it was, "Unfortunately I didn't see it."

Yes a friend of the year.

Pedals as best she could, again and again until the meeting point.

Her breathing could not be overheard, but it is not only due to cyclists but also to the fact that she does not have a slight panic in anything, because she never came too late, but you have to remember that they always walked together, you couldn't be late.

From the distance she could see the white-haired one.

On the other hand, without a school uniform, no, but with normal clothes with a black face mask.

As he got off his bike, he finally noticed her and gave her a friendly wave, "Hello, Toge." she said out of breath, which surprised him a little.

Thinking about what he should do now, he grabbed his cell phone and wrote her a message.

What's the matter, did something happen?

"I was late, that's going on." she said surprised, but he scrolls up through the old news and showed her, they wanted to meet her at 2:30 p.m. and at the moment it is exactly 2:30 p.m.

Now she remembered that at 2 p.m. she actually wanted to get ready and accidentally told Maki that she should be there at 2 p.m., at least she got here safe.

Without really thinking, Toge took the hand of (Y / N) right after she closed her bike next to his.

Every time his hand touches her lightly, she knows she is safe.

No matter where and when, as long as he is by your side, he doesn’t care anything, at certain moments he shows a side of himself that he does not know that this side of him exists.

Maybe he can't talk about his feelings, but his eyes, his way, his mind just he, he can show someone like (Y / N) something specific and he would like to have a picnic tonight and because they are going to a certain place today by being able to see the sunset, he will do it in that moment.

The students in love are in one of the most popular supermarkets, since each of them has a shopping basket, they throw things into what they want to buy.

Toge wrote her a message that it would go faster if they went their separate ways, whereupon she agreed and parted her way from here.

While (Y / N) fetches food like fruit, sweets and drinks, Toge thinks about what her favorite flower is again, she said it on the last date.

How he hated himself at that moment.

A rose would probably be too cliché, but they don't look bad either, the tulips don't look bad either, they are colorful but have something that makes you scream no, but suddenly such a beautiful flower, a beautiful one even, a nekle.

Fortunately, he knows about this flower because its meaning or rather this saying of the meaning is almost engraved in his heart.

But it's not enough for him, no, because he got himself an amaryllis, the saying this flower is very beautiful and someone like (Y / N) deserves that there is someone like Toge who loves it so much.

However, his cell phone vibrated immediately after he paid for the flowers and the other things, yes, it is not slow.

He took it and saw a message from (Y / N).

Where are you?

He replied that he had already paid, which is also the truth, and asked where it was, it would also be coming soon as long as he could wait outside if he wanted.

Of course he waits outside so that he has more time to hide the presents from them, but by shopping for small groceries etc. it wouldn't be too difficult for him.

After a few, she finally left the supermarket.

With the help of Toge, she unlocked her bike.

Together when they rode their bicycles, (Y / N) looked at the surroundings, while Toge had to be careful not to ride against something - or that (Y / N) against something.

When they reached a meadow, the students stopped driving and got off their bikes.

"Do you remember our first date, Toge." she said and turned to him.

He giggled at the thought and in the meantime took the shopping bag behind his bicycle basket.

When they opened the picnic blanket and shared the snacks together, they sat and played Uno, which Toge brought with them.

Just as (Y / N) lost, Toge took her hands and put it on top of her closed eyes.

The only thing she could hear was a rustling, a rustling of a plastic bag.

A strange but pleasant smell came through her nose, slowly she opened her eyes and saw a large bouquet with two different flowers.

Toge looked shyly at the floor and gave her another little letter.

Slightly overwhelmed, she accepted it and began to read it.

I am drawn to you, no more, no less.

I want to thank you for being my friend, (Y / N).

Toge

She put it down gently and hugged him, his violet eyes wide open, his cheeks red and his hands trembling slightly.

Immediately he released the hug and pulled the fabric down a bit so that you can see his lips, the lips of the respective person approached from second to second until the gap between them was too small.

#jujutsu kaisen #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #female #x you #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen itadori #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen nobara #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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ash-writies · 4 years ago

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Maybe something inspired by the song 'Ours' by Taylor Swift? (Female reader) Korra or Bolin, you pick!

Today is ‘Ours’

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Ours

A/n: Hey sorry for posting this so late, airplanes, hotels, sick baby goats, ya know :/ Anyway ever since I started writing this the song has been stuck in my head so Thanks Anon,,, anyway I hope you enjoy <3 (I actually really like Taylor’s old songs and I used to listen to this song religiously so thanks for reminding me of its existence ;) )

2k words, paring: Bolin lok x f!reader

A little angst near the end :-|

Getting up was one of the worst parts of your day. Of course you could overlook that just for today. Seeing how today Bolin’s new NukTuk mover was going to premiere tonight. Every little thing was exciting to you. Elevators, buttons and morning air, everything had a distinct smell, whether it was rust or vintage you almost smiled as you pressed the button to call the elevator. A couple people were already on before the doors opened. As soon as they looked at you they snickered and fell silent.

“Man,” you thought, “stranger’s silence makes me wanna take the stairs.” Relief washed over you as the doors opened. Leaving the building, you pushed the thoughts back, you weren't going to let that bring this great day down.

Walking to the boutique you smiled, you were going to get a green and black dress to match his suit. Ah you couldn’t wait to get a picture of you two together. You wished he could’ve been there to give his opinion but he had some last minute things to do. As you ringed the dress up, you noticed the cashier only half paying attention as they knocked over their cup of coffee.

You stifle a laugh and think, “If you were here we’d laugh about their vacant stares.” The person quickly cleaned up that mess.

“Are you okay?” you say as you pick your dress up off the counter.

“Y-yeah everything’s okay!” they chuckled awkwardly, throwing away the wet napkins from the mess.

“Okay, have a nice day,” you waved as you stepped out of the door. A cool wind hit you, it felt nice in contrast to the hot summer sun. Next you had to go to the salon to style your hair. As you went into the hair salon you sat in the seat and waited. To your left there were two girls, a bit younger than you, were giggling behind a couple magazines. You didn’t pay much attention to them and thought about Bolin for a little bit before you decide to text him and ask what he’s doing.

“There’s just a couple more photo shoots I gotta do” he wrote, “I don't think I’ll have time to meet up before the premiere, sorry :(“

“It’s okay-” you began before two voices interrupted you. You quickly hit send before looking over.

“Hey!” one of the girls said tapping you on your shoulder, “you’re the girl dating NukTuk Right?”

“Wow,” you thought, keeping your face as blank as possible, “right now, my time is theirs.” Almost every time you left the apartment that’s all people would recognize you for.

“Eyup! That’s me” you smiled , trying to be as nice as possible.

“I think he’d be better with Ginger!” the other girl added.

“Wow,” you accidentally said out loud.

“She’s so much better looking than you,” she laughed, “And she’s famous too!”

“Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves! They’ll judge it like they know about me and you...” your voice echoed through your head.

“Stephannie!” the original girl elbowed her friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled her friend out of the store with the person who just finished their haircut.

As you sat down in the chair the hairdresser chimed in. “Maybe you shouldn’t be with him,” she sprayed your hair and combed through it, “it seems that the thought of him stresses you out is all.”

“The verdict comes from those with nothing else to do... The jury’s out,” her voice interrupted the rest of your thoughts.

“What kind of style do you want?”

The rest of the styling went fine and no more of your personal life was brought up. After that you went to your apartment to get ready. You carefully pulled the dress over your head, careful not to mess up your makeup or hair. Thinking about the whole day up ‘til now, you thought, “None of that matters, my choice is you.” you smiled after you thought that, savoring your feelings for him. You quickly press your hand to your face and chuckle. Of course you would think something so cheesy.

Once you were done you went downstairs and waved for a taxi so you could go to the premiere early. The drive was short and you could’ve walked but you didn’t want to be sweaty when you saw Bolin for the first time today. As you pulled up to your destination you made sure your hair was in place and grabbed all of your belongings. Stepping out of the Sato-mobile you brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, suddenly you hear a whistle. Your head snaps up in the direction the whistle came from. Bolin stood a few feet in front of you with his hand extended. A blush spread on your cheeks as you took his hand in yours.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” He said as he pulled you into a hug.

Laughing, you hug him back, “I totally did.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and smiled. You both headed into the building and walked to the balcony where you two were going to sit.

“I think you're really gonna like this one!” he started as you both sat down, “It’s a romance but it mainly focuses on the hero saving the day.” You were hit with a tinge of jealousy as he said that, just how close would they be with Bolin in the mover? You smiled over it as he continued to explain. “Nuk Tuk goes through a lot of lovers before he settles on one,” he finished explaining as the lights dimmed and a hush fell over everyone.

The mover starts at the south pole where the villain first attacked. The first woman Nuk Tuk “fell in love” with was a passive waterbender who only used him for clout. At the time he wasn’t aware because, plot, it took like fifteen “mover” minutes for him to see through her facade.

When he did you smiled and turned to Bolin, “I totally knew she was using him.”

He whispered back frowning, “How? I thought I sold this one pretty well.”

“She was acting sus, and it's good to be skeptical of characters, I mean, you never know what people have up their sleeves.” He smiled at how easily you read that character.

The show carried on and Nuk Tuk found himself in the earth kingdom. He was chasing a rather quick villain who always somehow evaded him at the last second. No matter how much water he threw at the person they ducked and weaved out of the way. A woman comes out of nowhere and puts herself right in the middle of danger.

“Oh no!” you gasp genuinely; and as you do Boling smiles to himself. He loves how you are actually interested in the movers he’s in.

Nuk Tuk goes out of his way to save the woman, injuring himself in the process. He passes out and the screen fades to black. When he wakes up the woman is leaning over him trying to help him. It is revealed that the woman is a non-bender but is very good at medicine. For thirty-ish minutes Nuk Tuk is confused at how familiar the woman is. He spends the time it takes to get better flirting with her and trying to learn more about her. When he gets better he leaves the woman without ever figuring out why she was familiar and starts going after the main villain.

He arrives in a place similar to Republic City and meets a firebender girl who starts attacking him. Like cliche enemies to lovers they stop bending at each other when Nuk Tuk pins her down. After that spicy exchange Nuk Tuk gets the information he needs and they go their separate ways. The camera is on her and she has a shadow covering half of her smirking face as the screen fades to black.

“What is she going to do?” You ask, startling Bolin.

“You’ll have to find out,” he mutters, smiling at you.

“Look at her though, lurking in the shadows with her lip gloss smile.” He laughed at the way you pouted at the end of that sentence.

Like you predicted she betrays him after multiple romantic encounters. She reveals herself as the daughter of the villain.

He meets another girl, This one is an earthbender who has almost no visible interest in him. She joins him and fights against the firebender in the final battle. The earth bender pins the other onto a wall to stop her from bending and rushes to help a struggling Nuk Tuk.

Even though it seemed like the mover was coming to an end Bolin laid his head in your lap.

“Isn’t it going to end soon?” you asked, “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, but there’s like thirty minutes left so I can chill for a bit.” His eyes closed and your fingers ran through his hair as your eyes flickered back to the screen.

You missed a little so when you looked up you saw the earthbender girl laying on the floor and Nuk Tuk hovering over her. When he attacked the villain he didn’t hold back, and with that attitude the villain was defeated quickly. He rushed back to the girl and healed her with her waterbending. He was surprised it worked because he had never healed someone before. When the girl came to, Nuk Tuk pulled her into a hug.

The mover ended what felt like centuries after that.

You tapped Bolin awake, “Hey, let’s get out of here.” He groaned, reluctant to leave the comfortable position he was in. When he sat up you fixed his hair and smoothed the front of his suit. Hand in hand you both walked out and down to the main hall. You both were swarmed by the paparazzi, Bolin tried to shield you from it as much as possible as you both headed to the Satomobile waiting for you.

A reporter stepped in front of you and asked, “So Bolin, who are you dating at the moment?” You both paused, a bit confused at the question before she continued, “It can’t be this raggedy girl by your side is it?” You were silent, shocked, who was she to ask you that question? You took off towards the Satomobile. Once you got to it you looked back at Bolin who said something to the woman and rushed over to you.

The whole car ride you both were silent. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of self-worth, insecurities, and Bolin. Nothing was said as he walked up to your apartment and held the door open for you. Nothing was said as you kicked your shoes off and plopped down on the couch. Nothing was said as he took off the first layer of his suit, revealing his off white button up and brown suspenders. Nothing was said as he sat next to you on the couch, ruffled his hair, and leaned forward with his head in his hands.

He was the first to break the silence. “Hey,” he looked at you worried, “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m Not Okay!” you yelled, slamming your fists on the couch. “I’m sick and tired of being known as just your girlfriend! What about My achievements?” You stood up quickly, he was shocked at your outburst.

“Your more than just my girlfriend-” he began, but you cut him off.

“You can’t say that! I’m trying to understand, to be quiet, and to try to talk to your fans, but I can’t anymore!” You choked out those words and sobbed as he pulled you into a hug.

“All that matters is you,” he whispered, “forget those toxic fans, they could take all my fame and I wouldn’t care, ‘cause right now you’re mine.” You didn’t know how much needed those words until he said it. You hugged him tighter as he continued, “It’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong.”

Sniffling you looked up at him with watery eyes, “your right,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, “Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong. I’m sorry for lashing out at you.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and smiled,

“It’s okay, cause I’ll fight their doubt and give you faith,” He pressed a small kiss to your forehead. He clapped his hands suddenly. “Let’s be positive now,” he smiled, eagar to change the subject, “Let’s list things that we like about eachother!”

“Okay,” you smiled and didn’t even need to think, “I love the gap between your teeth.”

“I love the riddles that you speak,” he pinched your cheeks.

“And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored.”

“Why?” he chuckled.

“Cause my heart is yours.” you smiled at him.

“My heart is yours too,” he giggled as he hugged you and lifted you into the air. You both were emotionally and physically tired after that exchange.

“I’ll let you take a shower first,” he said smiling and bowing dramatically while holding the door open.

“Are you sure? If I take one first you’ll probably fall asleep before you take yours,” you started.

“It’s fine, I won't fall asleep I promise,” He said. Reluctantly you took your shower. You made it quick and he jumped in right after you were finished. While he was in the shower you made some instant noodles for dinner for both of you. It was still warm when he came out of the bathroom in a white tank top and some shorts.

You both laid in bed while you ate, once you were done you set the empty bowl on the nightstand and cuddled.

Before you fell asleep you heard him say, “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine, but they can’t take what’s ours.” He pulled you closer as you rested your head on his chest.

“The stakes are high, the water’s rough, but this love is ours.”you finished as your eyes fluttered shut and Bolin pressed a kiss to your temple.

#bolin lok #bolin x reader #bolin x you #bolinxreader #lok #bolin x y/n #Ours by Taylor Swift #send more asks and song stuff #don’t be shy #it’ll probably be a day or two til I post the next thing #I have written stuff I just need to find time to type it out #hope y’all liked #<3 #song asks #drop a like if you enjoyed #Bolin angst

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 4 years ago

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Hola Mishamigos! It’s Friday and I am here with more nonsense from my SPN rewatch - dudes, we are all SLEEPING on Season 11, in both good and bad ways. There is so much in just the first trifecta of “Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire;” “Form and Void;” and “Bad Seed” (since “Baby” deserves her own analysis) - so come relive my rewatch with me. This is a summary of some things that stood out for me (few are analysis, most are clowning; basically this is a pared down live tweet - you’re welcome/I'm sorry); copy/paste from the script is included with my own emphasis:

OUT OF THE DARKNESS INTO THE FIRE [11x01]

-There’s lots more to this episode, but really this is the most important and relevant part (also it’s too soon and I am offended, damaged, attacked and hurt) -

DEAN: Yeah, whoa. All right, take -- take it easy, okay? (gesturing to the deputy’s wound) Bad guys?

JENNA: Rebar. I sought cover. I fell.

***LIKE EXCUSE ME, but what in the actual fuck. Did they just decide to pull that from the episode four years later to emotionally traumatize us in the subsequent rewatches? I know it’s probably coincidence but my sad soul has not recovered *enough* for rebar’s first SPN appearance to be right now in this moment when I am blissfully 5 entire seasons away from the dead end in the road.

- The only other important part of this episode - when Dean takes the call from Cas privately first before putting it on speaker for Sam, and something about this exchange is so endearing-

(Dean’s phone rings)

DEAN: Where the hell are you, Cas?

(The scene flips between Sam and Dean at the hospital, and Castiel in the woods.)

CASTIEL: I'm...I'm okay.

DEAN: You don't sound okay.

CASTIEL: Dean, I am fine. Besides, what I have, you can't help me.

DEAN: What do you mean, what you have?

CASTIEL: Just please tell Sam -- Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the codex.

DEAN: Okay, forget Rowena. Where are you?

CASTIEL: Now, you tell me -- the Mark . . .

DEAN: Oh, really? You're worried about me after everything that I’ve --

CASTIEL: Dean, is it gone?

DEAN: Yes. I'm good. I mean, I'm not great.

CASTIEL: Makes two of us. (Dean puts Cas on speakerphone) This is good news.

SAM: Hey, Cas.

CASTIEL: Sam.

***It’s just so poignant that Dean wanted privacy for the first minutes of that call, probably because he is still haunted about the beating he gave Cas in 10 and *other things,* and Cas is literally being torn apart by Rowena’s curse but he only cares about Dean getting rid of the Mark, and the world is ending but Dean only cares about Cas and where he is - honestly this scene - I’m -

***Further thoughts on the Animal Curse/Cas/Dean below under 11x03

FORM AND VOID [11x02]

(love the Genesis call back to this verse in the title - “And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”)

-speaking of emotional trauma, this fucking shit again -

JENNA: Yeah. I pretty much grew up here. Learned to ride my bike down the road. Had my first kiss at that blue house over there. Lost my virginity up there (pointing to different house).

DEAN: I'll bet blue house was pissed.

JENNA: She was. (handing Amara to Dean) Do you mind?

***This frustrated/disappointed/angered/saddened me to NO END despite already knowing that it happens constantly on the show, because what was the reason?! Did they have to point out that she had a female love interest for this brief moment just to turn her evil and kill her off? There was no need to include this detail. It’s either blatant homophobia or willful ignorance (so also blatant homophobia) that this is what representation means. I won’t go on because obviously we are aware of this and much has already been said/written about it, but still, fuck this.

-we meet Billie and there is more “FORESHADOWING”-

QUEEN IS SINGING “OH DEATH” aka Death’s entrance song from Season 5 and I am BLOWN AWAY by this almost as much as her amazing voice - like did they know at this point she would become the new Death season later? DID THEY KNOW? I need answers.

Seriously, go listen to it immediately; bask in its glory:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFOm5i6b56o

We also get our first mention of the Empty, so that’s cute that they referenced both Dean’s and Cas’s Season 15 ‘demises’ in the same episode (it’s not cute really and I am crying again now) ->

BILLIE: You and Dean . . . Dying and coming back again and again. The old death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives . . . dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven . . . Or Hell. One of us -- and, Lord, I hope it's me -- we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam . . . Seeing you real soon. Name's Billie, by the way.

-another reason for me to continue denying the flaming trash heap that they tried to call the series finale-

Sam is dying here because he has been infected by the Darkness-vein-animal-exploding-people-plague so he goes to pray about it

SAM: So . . . I know it's been a long time, but . . . Dean and I, we've -- we've been through a lot of bad. But this is different. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. And if I have to die, I've made my peace with that, but . . . Please. Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life. There are people out there, good people, who are going to suffer because of me, and I am not asking you to clean up my mess. Hell, I don't even know if you're out there, but . . . If you are . . . And if you can hear me, I, um . . . We need your help, God. We need to know there's hope. We need a sign.

**DABB WROTE THIS F-ING EPISODE. How are you going to write Dean deserves a life here to just do what you did Dabb. Don’t get me started on my feelings about this scene in the dark depths of my finale-denying soul. DEAN DESERVES BETTER INDEED, SEASON 11 SAM.

To rub salt in this particular wound, they show us THE cutest scenes of Dean with this damn baby so we can have feelings about how great of a parent he could be (also I ADORE that whenever Jared, Jensen, or Misha have scenes in later seasons with young children/babies it is SO clear they slip into their own natural dad mode without even noticing it; these guys just all seem like excellent fathers and it makes me mushy) and even Crowley picks up on that shit and makes his little ex-boyfriend joke (after Demon Dean and most of season 10 there is no way I will ever NOT believe that Crowley and Dean did not take a tumble; I will take no criticism):

CROWLEY: The child likes you. No surprise, really. You're very maternal.

LIKE WHAT IS THIS:

Speaking of King Jackles, next comes the episode he directed ->

BAD SEED [11x03]

-Cas/Dean parallels with the Attack Dog Spell/Mark of Cain-

This arc appears in the 10 finale and then runs through the first three episodes, culminating in this one. Despite it hurting my heart to see our angel so bloody eyed and feral, I LOVED this parallel; it’s truly brilliant - Cas’s reaction to the attack dog spell is such a mirror to the way Dean dealt with the Mark most of 10. It’s also beautiful that Dean is the only one that can pull Cas from the spell’s control at the end of this episode; that alley scene between the two of them in 11x02 is so tender and sweet. I like to think this brought an entire new layer of depth to their connection, because no one truly understood how Dean felt under the influence of the Mark until now (someone write a fan fic about this exchange!!!!!!) I *love* this journey for them (please say that sentence in Alexis Rose in your head). Bonus that the episode containing my most favorite of *domestic* phone calls with Dean and Cas follows this one, and also Dean’s SHORT SHORTS follow because now he is just walking around the bunker in short shorts while Cas is there and I maintain this is because of this new level of closeness. As previously stated I ACCEPT NO criticism.

ALSO OF COURSE THE FACE CUP THAT JENSEN HIMSEF DIRECTED HIMSELF TO DO. I STAN A KING. I HEREBY DEMAND AT LEAST ONE FACE CUP PER EPISODE OF THE MINI SERIES JENSEN.

***I just saw something posted by @watchthebeesandfish back in 2015 when digging around the internet re: this episode - that this was the first time both Dean/Cas had seen each other as “themselves” since that heart wrenching bridge scene in 9x10, when Dean walks away from Sam/Cas after the Gadreel possession reveal (he goes on to take the Mark of Cain in the following episode, and has it the rest of the season through season 10 finale). That is brilliant and accurate and I BOW DOWN in humility to that parallel. I now love this scene a billion times more. *single [wo]man tear* Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this little trip down memory lane, thanks as always for getting through my rambling, and HAPPY FACE CUPPING FOREVER.

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imma-new-soul · 5 years ago

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A Helping Hand

Summary: owning a farm on your own is hard work so when a handsome man comes looking for work things start to heat up

Paring: Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: so I wrote this a while back but it was a bit rushed to me, so I rewrote it. Please tell me if you like it. Feedback is very welcomed

Warning: language, sexual content (not SMUT completely) but implied. If you don't feel comfortable reading please heed my warnings, this is written for a mature audience.

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Dry breezes swept through the grassy fields creating cascading waves of emerald. The strands that's roots bleed deep into the soil started to wither and darken, its beauty fleeting with every passing of the sun. Long labored days that birthed burning aches in the muscles of your limbs gave little to no reward.

The rains that had not come for weeks caused the buds to not bloom and the trees to bare no fruit. The desperate birds who scavenged through what little was left made certain that your harvest would not be enough to last through the winter.

These struggles and bounds brought the realization that you alone could not rid the farm of the decay that was settling in. You were well versed in the skill of caring for the animals but lacked the vast complex knowledge of agriculture. What little you did know of tending to the crops got you through your first year but only because the weather had often been kind to you.

In the days that followed you desperately hung posters on the walls of the markets, or lefts copies with the priest at the church. "Help Wanted, Room included" and other personal information littered the front of each sheet

The early sun was already high and present in the sky and a few boxes were already checked off of the list of morning duties when the sound of a shaking engine rattled down the path towards your house.

You stepped out from your home evaluating it's presence, black rubber wheels kicking up dirt like a sand storm, leaving a ghostly trail of dust behind it. The vehicle stopped directly in front of the porch and the loud engine rang out, The dead silence amplifying the sound ten fold.

The rumbling ceased, And the door swung open. out stepped a tall, cordial looking man. He wore a clean grey suit, fitted perfectly to his body. His shoes shined like they were brand new, even the bit of stubble that peaked out from face was trimmed and tamed.

He approached confidently, stretching his large arm out to greet you, providing you with a firm handshake. Never had you ever seen a man like this before, although his demeanor seemed tamed you could sence a danger about him. It burned in the pink of his lips and seeped out in the padding of his fingertips and that in itself excited you.

His eyes were beautiful shades of blue and they pierced into yours mysteriously, his skin soft, large warm hands and just his presence set off something strange and new inside of you.

"Hello ma'am my name is James Barnes, are you y/n?" He squinted his eyes, raising one hand uptop his forehead to shield him from the harsh baring sunlight. You nodded your head and in response he slipped his other hand into the back pocket of his pants pulling out a folded paper that orignally had been hung up in town advertising that you were hiring and offering a room.

"I saw this at the market, I called a few times earlier this morning but I figured you were busy, tending to the farm and the animals" he said unfolding the paper and flattening it out on his thigh so it seemed a little less wrinkled.

" Right, so James do you have any experience farming?" You said stepping a little closer to him. His scent like warm whiskey and smoked honey.

"Yes actually I was working for an elderly man for a few years before he passed" James said almost whispering at the last word that slipped from his lips, bowing his head an inch or two in respect.

He was not from around here, you could tell, his voice was deep and low but you could hear the remanince of a past life still lingering on his tounge, East coast, maybe New York or New Jersey? You thought.

"Ok well, James-"

"Call me Bucky" he interrupted and you continue on

"Ok well, Bucky! we start our day at 5am every morning, your room is upstairs down the hall from mine, and you'll get paid when all the work for the day is done. Do you have any questions?"

"Perfect and um.. yeah is there something I could help you with. now?" Bucky shrugging his shoulders a bit, flashing a charming smile that for some reason shuck through your bones.

You looked him over from head to toe shaking your head with a smirk on your lips.

"You're gonna need to change into something a little more…. Appropriate, but first come in for some breakfast Its almost done" you nudged your head towards the entrance of your home, signaling him to follow you and he complied walking closely behind.

The both of you stepped into the house and Bucky quickly took in his surroundings. The decor was old and outdated but had a certain timeless beauty to it. The house was huge and much bigger than any home he had ever lived in. The kitchen smelled of sizzling bacon and warm maple syrup that made Bucky's stomach growl in need.

Breakfast was silent as you expected but you couldn't help but steal wanton glances at Bucky. When is hand brushed against yours on occasion you blushed and shifted in your chair ignoring the weight building in your stomach and chest.

It was strange but also nice, sharing a meal with another person, a handsome stranger at that. You'd spent many months alone, in this big empty house that was full of everything but life.

You spend your day with little to no human contact. so when Bucky sat a bit closer to you then you expected, you welcomed his presence. happily.

After the meal you lead Bucky up the stairs to the end of the hall and to the room you assigned to him. It was spacious with large windows that faced the garden, they were covered with beautiful sheer white curtains that allowed the warm yellow glow of the sun to paint perfect squares of light on the dark oak wood floor and in the corner pressed against the wall was a tall brown framed wardrobe.

"This used to be my brother's room but it's yours now, there's some clothes in the wardrobe that might fit, and this is your bathroom" you pointing to a door that was directly behind him

"get changed and meet me in the stables out back" you instructed, walking out of the room and disappearing from his sight.

After about 10 minutes you spotting Bucky walking towards you and heat flushed your body. He wore a white tank top that tucked into some blue jeans. His arms were bare and his skin wrapped tightly and smooth around the muscles in his chest and arms.

You started by giving him a tour of the property. Fisrt was the stables where the horses were, you showed him the hen houses, pig pens, the cows and bulls and lastly the fields of crops that were sadly looking worse than they did yesterday.

You sighed when you approached the crops, looking out into the field, you couldn't help but feel like you failed. A heavy overwhelming feeling of grief washed over you like dark grey storm clouds rolling in.

Bucky noticed how your demeanor changed, the way your breathing got heavier and how you hung your head low then usual.

"Was this because of the drought?" He said turning to face you with a caring tone laced in each words.

" Yes. I water the whole field myself, everyday but the sun.. its drying the plants faster than I can water them." You said hanging your head lower than before.

A thick, uncomfortable silence loomed over the two of you until Buckys soft voice cut through it. "Don't worry y/n I can help you." He placed his hand on your shoulder in reassurance. You shifted your focus towards him searching for the pity he must of felt for you in his eyes, but you didn't find any. All you could see genuine kindness.

You stood there for a moment to long, lost in his eyes till you realized what you were doing, you shock your head and cleared your throat

"Well it's getting late you should start on your work now, harvest all you can then pull the dead crops out and we'll plant new ones." You said turning away and letting his hand fall to his side.

As the day dragged on you checked Bucky's work over he was a good worker and fast with his hands.

At midday the sun shone directly above and the sweltering heat beamed done on you both. You watched the sweat dripped from the back of his neck and down his chest, He noticed how your eyes lingered on him and took a mental note of it smiling when you weren't looking.

Night came fast like the dry winds but it was just as warm as the day. After hours of relentless work in the stables and around the house you headed to Bucky eager to finally finish your final task.

He stood among the tall grass, his skin and eyes glistened in the moonlight. A vision of unfiltered beauty. Hearing the shuffling of your feet he turned to you, his bright blue eyes pale and heavy as the day.

"Take off your shirt" you said leaving Bucky in a state of shock

"Excuse me?" He said pressing his lips together.

" Take off your shirt so I can wash it, if I wait any longer to do laundry they won't be dry by the morning." You explained laundry basket resting on your hip.

"Yes ma'am" Bucky replied pulling this shirt from his body.

Your mouth opened partly from the sight of his toned body. The heat on your skin become intense, as he drew closer to you, placing the top in the basket you held tightly to your hip. His eyes never leaving yours. He knew you hadn't been able to control yourself all day, stealing glances while he worked, biting your lip at the thought of his large hands on your skin.

He had you right were he wanted you and he wanted to watch you squirm and become undone. He pressed his chest to yours, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

" I don't mind if my things were wet".

His lips grazed your ear and a shiver ran through out your body. Your breath shuck and you cleared your throat again pulling away from him.

You went into the house to catch your breath and clear your mind. but Bucky followed closely, just a step behind you. Your footsteps were fast like your heartbeat and your mind cluttered with impure thoughts that you couldn't shake.

The loud creak from his feet and slam of the door behind you startled you but you showed no sign of fear. You felt his body pressed against yours but this time you did not pull away.

He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist swaying agonizingly slow. A hardness growing in his pants pressing up against you

"I saw you watching me, you must be lonely working up a sweat in this big ole house you must be wound up so tight, I bet you wouldn't mind if I gave you a bit of release". He moved his hand down slowly gradually reaching your upper thigh.

Your eyes flutter close. As his hand moved to where you needed him most

Lustful and longing for relief. Your body's collided mixing together, pressing on each other. Moans and screams filled the air and twisting with the smell of sex.

You laid there on the floor legs still hugged around Buckys waist, sweaty and out of breath. You turned your head to find him already looking down at you. A smile spread on both your lips all you could do is laugh uncontrollably still trying to wrap your head around what happened. Bucky joined in your laughter and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Wow that was…"

"Amazing" Bucky said finishing your sentence

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ask-de-writer · 5 years ago

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SEE STORY (Part 2 of 5) A tale from the World of Sea

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Part 2 of 5

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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“You. I never much thought about this before, but your name is different from everybody else’s. I have never, in all my seven Gatherings, heard you named anything but just Cat. How did you get named? Who were your father and mother? Did you come from a different ship?”

“Oh, ho! You want another tale from me, do you?”

“If it will answer my questions, yes,” Kurin snuggled more closely, seeking the caring of contact, and prepared to listen to something about a person that she knew, instead of legends from long-ago times.

“You will have to get off my lap, then, for I have some things to show you. Come down with me to the boat shop, because the beginning of my tale is there.”

She got up, taking Kurin’s hand, and went aft to a companionway. Without warning, she scooped up the child with one hand and leaped forward and down into the darkness below. She grabbed the upper sill of the sliding door with her free hand, converting their plunge into a swing that landed them lightly on the deck below, about ten feet forward from the foot of the companion-ladder. Kurin looked shocked for a moment, then laughed.

Making their way forward through the dimness of ‘tween decks, they came to the boat shop.

“May we enter your shop, Juris?” Cat asked. “I want to show Kurin something.”

“Kurin, eh? I have seen you about, little Miss. Come in, but do as you are told, OK?”

“Thank you, Master Juris. I will do as I am asked,” Kurin replied, and entered the shop with Cat. The room was brightly lighted by translucent panes in the hatch that made up much of the ceiling of the shop. The air was full of the stench of glue-fish and drying strong-skin. Fine parings of strong-skin and bits of dried glue littered the floor. Three small rowing boats for fishing were upside-down on portable frames with forms that controlled the shape of the boats as they were built. The only tools not neatly in their places were clearly in use. Kurin took it all in with deeply interested stares. Cat went to a corner and untied a tiny boat, only about three feet long, from the overhead.

“Do you read yet, Kurin?”

“Only a little. I sound out some words.”

“Good. Read what is written here on this little boat.”

“M.. Me … Ca … It says Mecat! It has the Great Sea Dragon’s name on it!”

“True. We don’t know who wrote that name there. Perhaps it was someone who wished harm to a blind baby. Maybe, someone who was asking the aid of the Sea Dragon. I would wish that it were the latter. An infant, near death from thirst and hunger, was adrift in this little boat. No ship will admit having done it.

“However it was, I was born sightless, and cast adrift on the Dragon Sea, of the far North, not too far from where we are now. By luck alone, I was found by a ship named the Longin, blown off her course by a storm. They could have passed me by, or having taken me in, they could have voted to return me to the Sea. Instead they kept me. I do not know my father or the mother who bore me.

“What is your full name, Kurin?”

“Kurin Behar Longin.”

“How was it given?”

“My mother,” Kurin looked sadder, “gave me my first name. My middle name is from my father’s family and my last name is my ship, where I was born.”

“Good. Use that knowledge to name me.”

“No mother name,” Kurin’s small brow wrinkled as she thought, “no father name, only … .” Her eyes widened as she realized, “Just the ship name … and all you have is … not even a ship … just this little boat with the Great Dragon’s name! You are Mecat! Cat is short for Mecat! Isn’t it supposed to be awfully bad luck to name someone for a Dragon? You’re the happiest, busiest person on the Longin!” She hugged Cat, eyes shining with tears almost on the edge shedding. “I’m sorry, Cat. I didn’t know that you couldn’t even have a whole name.”

“Good for you,” Cat replied, returning the hug, silently glad that Kurin had finally found something besides her own sorrow. “The Captain and crew had the same quandary that you just did. They could have lied, and just given me a name, but honesty won.

“My first word was not mother or father, it was Mecat, the same Dragon’s name that was written on this little boat. When people spoke to me, it was all that I answered to. For better or worse, it is my name. Because that name might bring such bad luck to the ship, I have never been enrolled in the crew. When I became old enough to understand how uncomfortable my name made other people, I shortened it to Cat, but I do still bear the Dragon’s name. It is the only past that I have.

“I may not know what craft I came from, or who bore me, but I am very sure who my family is. I was raised by Alor Heyes Dolthin, our Captain’s mother. He became an older brother to me. Because I was not in the crew, there was nothing to bind me to any position, so I worked in all the shops and jobs. I was raised by the whole Longin. Now, I do whatever needs doing and assist whoever needs help, anywhere on the ship.

“Are your questions answered, now?”

Kurin thought for a bit, absently kneading a handful of fine dust-like Strong Skin scrapings and glue drips, which were not yet fully set. “I think so, Cat. Thank you. Look at this!”

She held out the wad which had taken the shape of her closed hand, and rolled it into a long string. “See, the glue holds the rest together and before it sets you can make things out of it.” With growing sureness, she shaped it into small Strong Skin fish. “I like that, I’ll let it set that way, and have a toy.”

“Very neat. You have put in all seven gills.”

“How can you see it, Cat?”

“I don’t know how to tell you. If the Dragon took my eyes, she gave me a feeling for everything about me.” She brightened and reached to a tool rack with the sureness of one long familiar with it, which she was. “Here is a scraper, a rocker knife and a burnisher. Put them where you wish on the bench.” Kurin, now curious, did so. “Close your eyes and put your hand out and touch each one.” Concentrating only a little, Kurin touched each tool while her eyes were shut. “There, you see, you can already do some of what I do. Even I don’t know why I can remember where some things are. I sometimes know where things are that I have never been near. It is like remembering where everything is, and what shape it may be.” Wistfully she added, “I wish that I knew color, too.” While Cat was speaking, Kurin had picked up the tools and replaced them carefully in their proper places in the rack.

Cat turned her head to Master Juris. “You may have found your new apprentice. See what she has done? Will you take her on?”

“Gladly, if she consents. Kurin, would you like to work here in the boat shop? You could be doing real work, instead of play chores. Would you like that? Besides boats we make parts for the rigging and much else.”

“You mean it?” Kurin asked, eyes shining, “Silor isn’t apprenticed yet, and he’s several Gatherings older than me.”

“I mean it. Silor is careless. I doubt that he has what it takes to be good at a Craft. That fish shows neat work with attention to detail. That is what I need.” Glancing meaningfully at the tool rack he added, “You know how to keep a work area tidy, too. That is important for good work.”

“Enjoy your work, Little Fish, I must go now,” said Cat, giving Kurin a parting hug. “I am needed in the rigging to help with some maintenance.”

Cat swarmed hand over hand up a mast-stay to the foremast top to help replace a worn king block. It was important to replace the big pulley before something broke or jammed. It carried most of the weight of the lateen foresail, nearly as large as the mainsail, allowing the sail to be raised or lowered for furling in bad weather. Deftly, Cat spliced the new block into place, while two other sailors supported it. Temporary lashings from the top spar to the mast top, pulled tight, took the load off of the old block. Cat cut the shrunk-on lashings that held the old pulley together, separated the parts, and allowed the cable to come free. The new block was already separated, so that the heavy rope could be put in. This was the dangerous part, because fingers could be crushed if anything slipped. The rope went in safely, in part because of Cat’s strength, lifting and rolling it into place, and partly due to the care with which she did everything. Wet lashings were applied to hold the block together, Cat drawing them so tight that much of the water squeezed out. Once they were dry and shrunk, the lashings would not weaken again by getting wet. The block was now ready for its load, so they released the temporary ropes and lashings.

Done with her part of the job, Cat leapt away from the mast and snagged a line part way down as she fell, sliding along it to the deck. The two crewmen left aloft stared. “Brant, will you watch that? Graceful as a sea bird. It still bothers me some how those blank eyes of hers never look quite at me when she talks and never look at what she’s doing.” He had turned, as he spoke, to the patient fid work needed to loosen the splices and knots that had secured the old king block.

“I know, Nint, I know. Can’t really blame her for not looking at you. But me, now, that’s plain foolish. At least she always has a ready smile and a pleasant word. Know what gets me, though, is how she never has to look to put her hand on whatever she needs.

“I couldn’t have jumped for that rope and I got eyes. It would have taken both of us to get that line into the block, too. Name or no, I’m glad that she’s on this ship.” As he was speaking, Brant, too, had gone back to work, securing the lines needed to safely lower the old king block and its securing ropes to the deck for salvage. Little on the Longin was ever wasted.

“I have to wonder, though, what we are doing so far north of our home waters. We haven’t been in the Dragon Sea for nineteen Gatherings, since the storm that blew us up here, just before we found her.”

“Scuttlebutt is that she asked the Captain to bring us up here. Promised to make us even richer. Haven’t seen much to support that, though. The fishing has been poor since we got here.”

Nint shaded his eyes, and looked south. “Look at those bare topmasts just at the horizon. Been our ‘little shadow’ for over a week out there. I’ll tell the Captain we’ve seen it again. I wonder which ship has followed us so far?”

Cat went back to the boat shop by way of the galley. Kurin was busy scraping smooth the hull of a new fishing boat. Cat did not disturb her. “Master Juris, may I speak with you outside. I have brought some fishcakes to snack on.”

“Certainly, Cat. There is no present rush on any of the work under way.”

They went up on deck and sat on the down-haul line tub, by the mainmast. The fishcakes were lightly salty-sweet, steamed just right.

“I wanted to thank you for taking Kurin in as apprentice, as young as she is.”

“These are good. She has a gift, that child. Maybe more than one gift. She uses tools as if they were a natural part of her hand. I can only think of one other that started using tools as young as her. Yourself. It’s I should be thanking you.”

“There is another reason. You know that Murin Behar died in his sleep several Wohans ago. What you may not know, is that Kurin’s mother, Lissa, seems to have died inside from her grief. She no longer has any time or caring for Kurin. The child has her own grief, and needs something to fill her days, until she can fill them for herself, again.”

Master Juris looked thoughtful. “I see. Poor tyke is sailing in the dark. We’ll just have to help her stay on course until it gets light.”

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With the exception of the furled topsails, the square-rigged sails of the Grandalor were stretched tight by the wind, heeling the ship lightly to starboard. She needed all of those sails just to keep up with the Longin, which was not trying for speed.

“Captain Barad, Sir,” said First Officer Timms, cautiously, “I am not questioning your decision to shadow the Longin. Everything that they do prospers, and I can see wanting to cut in on their trade. What I’m getting at is, we’ve seen nothing of value, yet, and we are going to be hard pressed to get the Grandalor to the Spring Gathering on time.”

“Yes, Master Timms,” said Captain Barad, “The Spring Gathering of Ships is to be held in the tropics this year, under the full moonlight of Carsis, Dorac, and Wohan. All three moons are going to coincide in fullness for the whole five days and nights of the Gathering. The Dragon Moons only happen once in about a thousand Gatherings. That is what makes it so special. If I can take them down a peg and spoil it for them, I will.”

“Sir, perhaps we can take their Luck. The mysterious Lady of the Longin’s Luck is nearly due to marry off of her. Few have seen her, far as I know, because she rarely leaves the Longin at Gatherings. Supposed to be a great beauty, though.”

“Master Timms, that is a good thought. The Longin was an ordinary ship before they picked up their Lady of Luck. Since then they have never been caught in a storm that did them harm, whatever the damage to other ships. They get the best fishing waters. At the Gatherings they get the highest prices for their goods, and the best matches for their young folk. All of this, they attribute to their Lady of Luck.

“Do you know her name, Timms?”

“No, Sir. Can’t say I’ve ever actually heard it.”

“I had to make inquiries to find it out. It’s Mecat! They named her after the most dangerous of all the Great Sea Dragons! All of their ‘luck’ will certainly turn on them!”

“Sir, I’m sure you’re right, and it would be fine if we were the ones to turn it. Still, we must alter course to the south, and soon. The crew is getting worried. They know that we are on ship’s business but they want to know what that business is.”

“Master Timms, since when has the crew of this ship ever had any right to know ship’s business? Let them fret.” Barad laughed and thought of all the treasures in his hoard. What the crew did not know could make him richer yet. “We will close with the Longin and see what we can learn, up close. Then we will make all sail for the Gathering.” Cupping his hands Captain Barad called, “Shake out all sails!”

The crew scrambled to the rigging and soon the rattle and snap of canvas taking the wind announced the tops’ls and the extra jibs and spinnakers being set. Beneath a cloud of canvas the over three hundred feet of ship surged forward.

The Grandalor sailed up to within hailing distance of the Longin, loitering along on partly furled fore and mainsails. The Grandalor’s hailing drum thundered from the distance, “Ahoy, Longin! Captain Barad Maks seeks permission to board.”

Replying the same way, the First Officer of the Longin, Alys Korin, told Clard, the Master of Drums, “Tell them, in the name of Captain Mord Halyn, come aboard and be welcome!” The hailing drum began its high-pitched booming reply. It was a long drum, open on the end opposite the head, and mounted in a swivel. It would send strong, directional pulses of sound ten times the distance of a voice and megaphone.

As an aside, Alys added to the cabin-child, next to him, ready to run errands, “Go, Bron, and request Captain Halyn’s presence to greet his guest.” With a quickly sketched salute, Bron was off.

In moments, Captain Halyn was on deck, smoothing the pleats of his finest shirt of bleached mussel fiber with hand made lace of natural fibers in four distinct colors, black, tan, brown and a rare, clear amber. This lace had made much of the Longin’s fortune in trade, for none could reproduce it. It was a closely-held secret that none of the Longin’s crew could make it, either. Only Cat made it. The secret was hers, alone.

“Barad Maks, welcome to the Longin,” smiled Captain Halyn, extending a hand. “You were expected. What may we do for you? You have come far from your home waters.”

“Mord Halyn,” seriously replied Captain Maks, omitting the title, as was proper in a meeting between equals and taking the proffered hand, “there is much to discuss, and some of it will not await the Moons of Gathering. You also are far afield from your home waters. This is a sea that no ship claims … May we talk more privately?”

“Certainly, Barad. We can use my cabin, and have some food and drink while we do. You must understand a Law of the Longin, though. I can make no deals in secret. The whole of the ship’s crew must approve of any deals that I make, by a majority of 60% or better. That understood, we may go to my cabin. Shall we?”

They settled themselves in the cabin, and began the talk. “Mord, I am puzzled. You said that I was expected? How did you expect me?”

“My sister told me that you were coming, and our lookouts have seen your bare topmasts for over a week.”

“I see …” Barad’s brow clouded briefly, then cleared again, “your ship is also far north of claimable waters. What are you doing here?”

“Barad, we are carrying out ship’s business.” This was a polite rebuff.

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tacitwhisky · 5 years ago

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Jon of the Kingsguard: Story Autopsy

While not the first jonsa story I posted, Jon of the Kingsguard is the first I wrote. The initial concept isn’t original to me: I can’t find it now, but an ask reblogged by asoiaf university offhandedly mentioned Jon joining the Kingsguard and how it would complicate Joffrey and Sansa, and that immediately got me thinking. Jon going south is such an interesting context for him, and the way he interacts with being in the capital and the more southern view of knighthood and duty, while still being fundamentally being the same person, was really intriguing to me.

Another driving idea behind the story was the concept that Jon and Sansa both start in this fic and canon not valuing the other: Sansa is status conscious and looks down at Jon because of his birth while Jon is dismissive of her feminine pursuits (there’s a good meta here that talks about how Jon is very supportive of tomboys like Arya or Ygritte, but tends to not like traditionally feminine women because of Catelyn). That duality of the two, their mutual dislike for superficial reasons, was really fascinating to me, and I liked the idea of their arcs mirroring each other as they learn to value the other (I quote the relevant part of a related meta here, if you’re interested).

I also made the decision early on to ignore the parts of asoiaf canon that weren’t conducive to the story: no white walkers, no war of the five kings, no Hound, no Petyr or Renly or Stannis. Partly this was a decision I made just for my own sanity, but mostly because paring down and narrowing the scope of the world was the only way to truly let the premise of Jon joining the Kingsguard breathe and develop fully.

The Original Vision: Or, No Plan Survives First Contact With The Page

My original vision for the story was as one of those lyrical oneshots that gracefully dip in and out of events and time, and that’s how I originally started out writing it. It was one of those stories that just gripped me and wouldn’t let me work on other stuff until I’d gotten it out of my system. I wrote the first third of it in about a week, the words just flowing one after another.

I got as far as the first time Joffrey hits Sansa, but then realized I wasn’t quite happy with how Jon and Sansa’s dynamic had developed so far. Ironically enough for a jonsa fic, I felt like the two hadn’t interacted enough. By that point I’d run out of steam for the story though, and decided to just set it aside with the vague idea of maybe turning it into its own original story at some point.

(Which, for the record, wouldn’t work: there’s simply too many things specific to the asioaf world in the story, and a lot of the background of the plot would have to be expanded for it to make sense on its own. Joffrey, for example, would need actual scenes of him being horrible earlier in the story rather than only showing up onscreen right before the end, Danaerys kind of reads like a deus ex machina, etc.)

I let the draft sit for almost a year, until I’d gotten over my hesitation over spending writing time on fanfic and written and posted Tipsy in a Red Push Up Bra (have I ever mentioned that I dislike that title? Because I do, but could never come up with something better). At that point I decided to take a look at Kingsguard again, and fix the things I didn’t like in what I’d already written before moving forward.

Adding The Jonsa Spice

Most of the process of second drafting was simply adding more interactions between Jon and Sansa. Which again, is odd that I didn’t do in the first place, but whatever. I’ll run through a few here.

“Do you know where Arya is?” Sansa tosses her hair, the red-bronze sheen of it flashing in the light, a quiver wobbling the edge of her voice. “She’s going to ruin everything.”

Jon sighs and whistles Ghost to him. It will be worse for Arya if she’s late. “I’ll help you look.”

Originally Arya popped up before the second paragraph above, and Sansa dragged her off and that was the end of the scene. I’m not really sure what I was thinking, because the story inherently needs a scene at the start to show the status quo of Jon and Sansa’s relationship where they actually interact and talk. It’s just a basic tenet of writing.

They reach the stables, and Nymeria pads out to nose Ghost and Lady. Sansa’s nose wrinkles at the sudden scent of horse and hay, and she lifts the hem of her skirts above the churned earth and mud. And where is your prince now, he thinks darkly, or is trudging through mud a job only for bastards?

I find it endlessly hilarious how extra Jon can be, and the general saltiness between Jon and Sansa in these first few chapters was a huge amount of fun to write. This scene also emphasizes Sansa’s initially chivalric view of the world. I love any fic where Jon and Sansa are cast as knight and lady, and here they go on essentially a quest, even if it’s a mundane one. That’s what this is about:

Once out in the yard again Sansa makes to walk off, but abruptly turns on her heel and gives Jon a swift courtesy. “Thank you for your aid, Jon.”

It’s also just a nice character beat for her: Sansa never forgets her courtesies even if only to Jon.

Chapter two also had a couple scenes added and expanded. The scene with Jon and Sansa in the sparring yard was entirely added in the second draft both to give them more interaction, and to punch up Jon’s sense that something is going on between Sansa and Joffrey that he doesn’t understand. That feeling finally blossoms in the wedding scene, which is also the emotionally largest addition to the second draft: the bedding.

Carefully, Jon lowers her into the bed, and only then does Sansa look at him again, eyes trapped, the line of her jaw clenched and sharp and fragile as a shard of glass. The night’s wine has left Jon’s mind murky and slow. “Your grace,” he mumbles, tongue thick, meaning to step back. Her hand flashes out, fingers clutching his sleeve. “Don’t call me that,” she whispers, eyes pleading, “please don’t call me that. I’m still Sansa.”

In the original draft Jon lays Sansa on the bed and just… leaves. Really odd decision on my part, and even just this short interaction pulls the whole chapter together and solidifies what Sansa’s going through in a tangible way. It’s honestly one of my favorite moments in the story now, and really sets the groundwork for their relationship.

Alayaya

Maybe the biggest addition in terms of word count I made in that second draft oddly enough doesn’t include Sansa. The entire second half of chapter three where Jon visits Chataya’s brothel with Tyrion is a second draft edition. Part of the decision to add the scene was pacing: once I gave up on the idea of this fic as a oneshot, crash cutting from Jon deciding to join the Kingsguard to Joffrey’s coronation felt really jarring.

The other part was to just explore Jon’s headspace: in canon Jon is a tightly wound ball of expectation and duty, and piling knighthood and it’s hangups around sex on top of that would ony make it worse. Which itself ended up being a larger part of the story than I initially planned.

Jon flushes. The girl is beautiful, freckled and lushly curved, with long red hair brushed to a copper sheen that reaches to her hip. As if she can feel his eyes on her the girl glances up at him, a slow, wicked smile turning the corners of her lips. There is nothing of her but for the red of her hair that is like Sansa, yet her smile coils something sick in Jon’s gut, and for a moment he can again feel Sansa’s fingers tangling in his sleeve, the fragile weight of her in his arms, the way her eyes had pled with him

Jon wrenches his gaze away. I am no Joffrey. He downs the goblet in a single swallow, tongue barely recognizing the smooth ripple that marks it as Arbor Gold. “Not her.”

I’ll talk more about this in the next section, but I wanted Jon’s feelings for Sansa to be ambiguous here, especially with how tangled up they are in ideas of chivalry and duty and westerosi patriarchy. You can read this scene as Jon shying away from attraction to his sister, as Dancy being a figure of temptation for his honor, or as Jon simply still being traumatized by the bedding and worrying he’ll be like Joffrey.

“I am bastard too counted your Westorosi way.” Alayaya tilts her head to the side as she returns to where he stands. She hands him his cup. “My father was a summer islander like my mother, a sailor passing through Kingslanding on his way to Braavos. But among my people there is no shame in bastard birth, for the gods made not only us but our desires too, and in that way we bastards are a gift of the gods.”

“I’ve never felt a gift.” Jon laughs, the sound more hollow than he expected.

I hadn’t originally planned for it, but Alayaya’s views on her own bastardry (which aren’t canon, but are a reasonable extrapolation) are a great contrast with Jon. Here she’s offering another way of viewing his bastard identity, a way of freeing himself from its shackles, but Jon just isn’t there. Stories are all about contrasts and foils, and Alayaya is a great one for Jon. Not to mention what surprisingly good chemistry they have.

To Romance Or Not To Romance?

In the notes for the first chapter I wrote:

I went back and forth quite a bit on whether this should be under the Jon/Sansa tag or not. Ultimately I did decide to put it there (for now), because I think if you’re into Jonsa you’ll enjoy it, but do note that the romantic elements of this story are not at all overt, so fair warning.

This pretty accurately reflected my initial mindset on how explicitly romantic the story was going to be. Being the first jonsa story I wrote, I think I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the incest facets of it (to be honest it’s still not an attractive part of the pairing to me), and they think of each other as brother and sister for most of this story. Even without any romance I was still driven to write the story: I generally find intimate platonic relationships as interesting as romantic ones.

As I finished retrofitting old chapters and writing new ones, more and more feelings started to show up between Jon and Sansa, until I realized that there was really no holding it back: this was going to be a fic where they had romantic feelings for each other far before they find out their cousins. Still, vacillating back and forth on how blatant to be about their attraction to each other is something that hounded me as I moved past the material I’d originally written, and kept moving itself earlier and earlier into the story.

Relationship Progression

The story can actually be broken into several distinct periods in the evolution of their relationship. The status quo when the story starts is Jon and Sansa are mostly salty at each other because of how few things they have in common and their general disdain and resentment. Neither of them have anything really like attraction for each other, but the underlying situation is there: they’re simultaneously too distant to really feel like siblings, but also too close to see each other as potential romantic interests.

The saltiness begins to give way as Jon begins to see more than just the image Sansa projects (her crying into his shirt over Lady), comes back a little bit in chapter two, and then gives way even more as he begins to see how not-perfect her life is.

“Joffrey is to break lances with Ser Loras.” There is something queer in Sansa’s voice, an uncertain edge to it that Jon cannot place. “He asked I watch.”

He bites his lip, but does not know what to say. Since she’d been old enough to curl up in old Nan’s lap Sansa had dreamed of marrying a lord like Joffrey, a shining prince with flashing blue eyes and gold hair. This is the song she’s always wanted: and she is not his sister in the way Arya is, in the way where he can ask her what troubles her.

It’s still very opaque to him though until the end of chapter two:

The gale of voices of the ladies holding Joffrey aloft in the corridor is louder now, the sound pulsing in Jon’s blood. He reaches up and wraps his hand around Sansa’s fingers, and it takes all the will he has not to kneel in that moment and swear to her by the old gods and the new that he will protect her from Joffrey and the Lannisters and all the realm. But this is not a song and he is not a knight, not any more than he has ever been a Stark. Carefully, he untangles her fingers from his sleeve and gives them a tight squeeze. “Sansa,” he says meeting her eyes, and later he knows he will tell himself it is the wine that makes him step forward and brush his lips against her forehead. “Sansa Stark.”

This interaction is the start of an underlying, recurring tenderness in their relationship that will only grow over the course of the story. On a side note, this scene is also yet another invocation of the knight and maiden motif, and how Jon’s sense of duty is conflicted by his bastard identity.

Jon and Sansa’s relationship is kind of on hold for chapter three (Jon visits the brothel) and four (Arya leaves), and then picks up again in chapter five (Joffrey first hits Sansa), though they’re still not particularly close in that chapter, still at a sort of wary distance. The attraction element is beginning to strengthen though, like in this moment:

Sansa blinks and looks away, out to the window. For a moment she looks so like a maiden from a song waiting in her tower for some brave knight to come save her that it cuts Jon to the bone.

Which is a bit much for your sister.

Chapters six and seven are the next stage, when Jon and Sansa are drawn closer because of the situation they’re going through together: they’re really the only other person either of them can depend on and trust. But just as much as that kind of situation can forge a bond, I also wanted to show just how ugly abuse can be in tearing people apart.

Not to get pretentious, but one of the inspirations for that and the scene I’ll go into next was a section in Anna Karenina where she and her lover are shunned from society, and she starts to cling and become jealous of him even as he begins to resent her. Desperation and loneliness aren’t always pretty, and often don’t forge a bond.

Trauma and Abuse

Sansa giggles. “What do you think, Jon? Would fucking me keep you true?”

The words catch Jon like a slap. He drops her hands. “That isn’t funny, Sansa.”

This scene is a really pivotal one, bringing to the front a lot of the underlying elements of the story so far: how abuse can tear people apart, the latent attraction in Jon and Sansa’s relationship, and showing the emotional toll Joffrey’s abuse has taken on Sansa.

Ironically for such a pivotal scene though, it isn’t one I originally planned. I don’t remember how the idea first came to me, but I do remember that I initially rejected it for being too shippy and clashing too much with the tone of the story. But the idea stuck with me, and in execution I just tried to make it clear that Sansa isn’t so much jealous as simple insecurity and desperation: as much as Jon has been beside her, he isn’t the one undergoing abuse, and Sansa is very, very aware that he has a choice in whether to stay with her. As she says, he can leave the tower whenever he wants even as she’s trapped there.

She rolls her eyes. “I could make you happier than she makes Jaime, you know. All the court says I’m more beautiful than her. I’d treat you gentler too, let you use me like one of your whores and never once complain. I’m sorry I have all these bruises, but you can give me one of your own if you want. Would doing that make it easier for you? Would it make fucking your sister sweeter? I want it to be sweet for you, Jon, truly I do, so sweet you’ll never leave me, so sweet you’ll strike me at even the thought of another man in me.”

This is Sansa, in a moment of desperation beginning to lose her grasp on what a normal relationship is, conflating abuse with love, and embracing the idea that her only value to men, even Jon, is her appearance. It's a bit of a nod to what Cersei in canon tells Sansa tears aren’t a woman's only weapons, that she also has one between her legs. Just as later Jaime will be a good foil for Jon when it comes to why the knight saves the maiden (which I’ll go into in a bit), Cersei is the other side of the coin from Sansa. Not exploring that dynamic between Sansa and Cersei in actual scenes is actually something I kind of regret not doing, though I didn’t think of it till too late; if I was ever to expand or turn this into an original story it’s something I’d definitely include.

There is a dull roar in Jon’s ears as he reaches up and clasps Sansa’s face between his hands, jerks her eyes back to meet his. “I will never strike you.” The words are sharp, short, harsh, but Jon needs her to understand, needs her to know beyond the flicker of a doubt. “And I will never leave you, Sansa. I swear that, swear it before the sight of gods and men, swear it by the old gods and the new. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever, not until I draw my last breath and the life leaves my body and the crows come to feast on my eyes. You are my heart, Sansa. You are all I have. Never doubt that. Never.”

This is really the only way I ever thought about writing Jon react. There are other ways that might make sense, but needing to give Sansa comfort in that moment is the only thing that felt truly right to me.

Would Fucking Me Keep You True?

One of the techniques Martin uses a lot in asoiaf is a short phrase that gets stuck in a character’s head and repeats whenever they’re feeling a particular emotion. This is a technique that really works for me because it’s something that happens to me in real life (hurrah for mental illness), and “would fucking me keep your true?” is the one that crops up the most in this fic. Mostly it’s because it’s just such a good shorthand for the for the tangled and complex feelings Jon has for Sansa and his sense of duty and understanding of knighthood.

That tangle of feelings is what marks the next section of Jon and Sansa’s relationship through till the last chapter; as indefinable as it is, it’s the only solid and true thing in their lives, and it’s what Jon clings to after he leaves Sansa and sets off to find Dany and bring her back.

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This post got much longer than I thought it would, so I’m going to break this off here and finish it up in another post down the line.

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modernauwritingsass · 5 years ago

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Please could you write abt the girls having a girls night! :D

Yes! god of course I can I am so blessed by this ask thank you for feeding my brain. Also I apologize if near the end it seems rushed or weird, and that it took so long! I hope you like it!

Girls Nights

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“You two are not allowed to join!” Desmond pouted, crossing his arms.

“Why not?” Kassandra crossed her arms, an eyebrow raised.

“It’s a boys night, meaning no girls are aloud”, Ezio piped in, resting his arm on Desmond’s shoulder. “So you two better find something to do on Friday”.

With that, Ezio closed the door to their dorm, leaving Kassandra and Evie to walk back to their own dorm and ponder on options for Friday night.

Kass flopped on her bed face down, staying there for a few moments before turning her head towards Evie, who sat on her bed, thinking. “We could go bowling”.

“We don’t have enough money to go bowling”.

“Unless-”

“No stealing”. Evie sent a slight glare towards Kass, before letting herself flop onto her side. “We could go hunting for ghosts”. Her eyes lit up, a smile creeping its way onto her face.

“No thanks”. Now Kass sent a glare. “How about we raid their little boys night?”

Evie sighed, “No let them have their fun, less problems to worry about, and less testosterone”.

There was silence for a while, before Kassandra shot upright into a seal stretch. “Then how about more estrogen?”

“Estrogen?”

“Yeah!” She jumped to her feet, hands clenched into a fist, fire dancing in her eyes. “We can have our own, better girls night!”

“Where would we have it?”

They both stared at each other for a bit, before throwing their hands in the air. “Aya’s house!”

The duo began planning their night out, and who they would invite. Eventually, it came time to call and ask Aya if they could host the event at her home. Evie dialed her number, and put it on speaker as soon as it started ringing. It rang three times before it was answered.

“Who is this?” It was Khemu.

“Evie and Kassandra. How are you Khemu?” Evie asked.

“I’m good, do you need my mother?”

“Yes, is she there?”

“Hold on,” he pulled the phone away from himself, and started yelling into the distance. “Mom, Evie and Kass called, do you want to talk to them?” There was a muffled yell in response, and soon Evie and Kass both heard Khemu run, and hand the phone off.

“Hello?” Now it was Aya.

“Hey Aya!” Kass leaned over the phone as she greeted Aya, causing Evie to lean back, sending a glare towards her.

“Hello Kass, and Evie. What did you call me for?”

Evie glanced at Kassandra, before looking down at her phone. “As you may know, the guys are having a boys night, and we were planning on having our own girls night. We were wondering if you would let us use your home, and if you would like to come as well.”

There was silence for a bit. “Who else do you plan on inviting?”

Kass glanced at the list Evie wrote. “Aveline, Elise, Maria, and Sofia.”

“Let me talk to Bayek, and I will call you back.”

“Alright, talk to you in a bit.” With that, Aya hung up.

The two stared at the phone, unsure of what else to do while they waited for her to call back.

After about five minutes, Evie’s phone rang again. As expected, it was Aya. Evie answered, and put the phone on speaker.

“I talked with Bayek. We both agreed that it can be held at our house”.

Kassandra cheered. “Yeah! Thanks you guys!”

“Your welcome”. Some shuffling was heard on the other end. “What time do you guys plan to head over?” After talking about the plan for Friday, Aya said goodbye and returned to whatever she was doing.

Evie and Kass called the other woman, and they all agreed to go.

Friday arrived, and Evie was already at Aya’s house helping prepare it for the night. Bayek and Khemu had yet to leave for their night with the boys, but Evie insisted on lending a helping hand.

“I tried to get Kassandra to help as well, but she insisted that she had to do something before our plans”.

“She is probably visiting Kyra”. Bayek replied, pulling out the vacuum from the closet.

“Thank you for helping Evie”. Aya flashed a smile, before continuing to sweep the kitchen.

A knock was heard from the door, “I’ll get it!” Bayek called out, leaving the vacuum to go towards the door. He opened it, revealing Kassandra on the other side, carrying many bags.

“Bayek! You’re still here?”

“I was just about to vacuum. However, since you are here now,” He stepped to the side, allowing her to enter the home, and closed the door. Bayek walked towards the living room, and picked up the vacuum, handing it to Kassandra. “You can do it for me, so that Khemu and I aren’t late”.

“We still have an hour-” Khemu began but was cut off by his dad.

“No we don’t now grab your stuff.”

Khemu ran upstairs and soon came down with his backpack, grinning at Kass. “Bye mom!”

“Bye Khemu, be good”. She kissed his forehead, and then kissed Bayek. “Have fun”.

“We will. Goodbye Evie and Kassandra. '' Bayek gave a small wave before heading out the door after Khemu.

“Bye Bayek!” Kass and Evie said in unison, as they finished up cleaning the place.

Soon after they finished, everyone else arrived. Maria and Elise arrived first, both 5 minutes early. After them, Sofia, and Aveline arrived 2 minutes after Sofia. With everyone at the house, the activities could commence. However, they first laid out the blankets, sheets and comforters on the floor, where they would all sleep together, and where the majority of the night would take place. Everyone had brought their own pillow, but that didn’t stop them from getting extra pillows for comfort.

Kass pulled out her list of activities that she wanted to do, sitting on the blankets. “Ok I planned out things for us to do, so let's just get started.” She grinned pulling out a walmart bag. “First thing is that we all are wearing onesies.” She handed everyone a onesie demanding that they change into it. After it was all done, Aveline was dressed as a squirrel, Aya as a dog, Maria a moose, Sofia a Badger, Elise a dolphin, Evie a crow, and finally Kassandra a hawk. Looking at the list, the Spartan grinned widely, and pulled out another bag, bulging an attempt to contain whatever was within. She unzipped the top, and almost immediately blankets could be seen from the inside of the bag. “We are making a fort!”

So, they got to work. Grabbing chairs, books and other household items to support their fort, laughing the entire time, discussing the best way to place everything.

“Can someone get that chair for me?” Aveline pointed across the hall into the dining room.

“Do it yourself.” Kass playfully stuck her tongue out at Aveline, placing a textbook on a blanket in order to hold it up.

“I’m trying to hold this up so the fort doesn’t collapse”.

Maria looked up from her corner or work, “Is that the bottom blanket?”

Aveline nodded in response, and Elise was quick to grab the chair for support. In the end, their fort stood strong, and they all were about to crawl in when Kass stopped them.

“I have a game planned for us.” She disappeared into the fort, and soon came out with ‘Twister’ in her arms.

“Let’s move to the other room for more space.” Aya said, already walking down the hall towards the dining/kitchen room, the others right behind her. Once they laid out the game, they decided to play the elimination style. Aya decided to be the referee her reasoning being, “I want you all to have a chance at winning”. Aveline and Evie were teamed up, then Sofia and Kassandra, and lastly Maria and Elise.

The first team up would be Aveline and Evie, versus Sofia and Kassandra. Aya spinned the pinwheel, and so the game started. Sofia moved first, then Aveline. Kass went next, then Evie. They went for a while, but it wasn’t long until Sofia fell, and was out of the game. Aveline soon followed, her determination getting the best of her and causing her to make a reckless decision. Now, Evie resided underneath Kassandra, while the latter hovered over her, barely maintaining her balance.

“Evie, move your right foot to a green space” Aya looked up from the pinwheel.

Looking at her right foot that perched on a red circle, she carefully lifted it up, and moving it across the board, attempted to place it on the circle. She began to wobble, and in an attempt to get her foot to its destination, she leaned towards her right foot, and consequently fell. “Dammit!” Evie huffed, as Kass laughing loudly above her.

“Well Aveline, Evie, you are both out of the game”. Aya announced, looking towards Maria and Elise. The duo cheered, before getting ready play, as Sofia and Kass readied themselves once more.

The game began once again with Sofia, who was out two rounds in. The other three now competed against each other, shoving a bit in an attempt to win. Eventually, Kassandra managed to knock Elise, who gave out a breathy “bon sang” before leaving the board, leaving Maria and Kassandra to fight for the title of winner.

“Maria move your left hand to a red circle”.

Maria lifted her hand, and was about to move when she noticed Kass in the middle of a red circle and her hand, and decided to use this as an advantage, considering she was in an awkward position. She braced herself, and quickly shot her hand out to the circle, shoving her shoulder into her opponent, causing her to collapse to the ground from the sudden force and her lacking support position.

“Malaka!” Kass threw her arms up, frustrated, as Maria stood up and high-fived Elise, cheering. Aveline and Evie pouted at their loss, and Sofia congratulated the winners, while giving Kassandra a small pat of reassurance.

“I think we should eat before we do anything else.” Aya stood up from where she was sitting. “Let’s pick this up”.

After cleaning up, they ate some food that Sofia made, and were ready for whatever Kass had prepared for them to do.

“Ok now for the last thing planned, we are going to play Perfection!” Pulling out the box, she set it up, as the others looked at the game in confusion.

“What game is this?” Elise questioned, leaning over slightly to get a better look.

“It’s a board game where you have to fill in all the little holes with the right shapes before the timer runs out. If you don't then,” Kass shrugged “You will find out later.”

Maria grabbed the box, and opened it, pulling out a plastic box-like object from the cardboard box. She flipped it around, and the noise of something moving around inside caught everyone’s attention.

Aveline motion to flip it over with her hand. “Check the back”.

Sure enough, when Maria flipped it over, there was a flap on the back, and upon opening it, a bunch of little yellow pieces sat inside. She shook them out onto the blankets, and soon they had the game set up. Kassandra announced that she would go first, and grabbed the pieces, and placed them in front of her, and rotated the board toward here. She got the timer ready, pushed the part with the cutouts deep into the box, and got Sofia to press start since she began with her hands behind her back.

“3...2...1...go!” Sofia pressed the switch to start, and the timer started ticking, as Kass frantically started to put the pieces into their right holes. The time was ticking, and Kass was shaking with thrill, putting in the last pieces into their rightful holes. Suddenly, she reached out and jammed her finger on the switch, stopping the timer.

“I got 45 secnds!” Kass winded the timer again, dumped the pieces out, and passed it to her left, where Aya sat. “Your turn!”

So they went around, taking turns, and laughing with a few screeches when they wouldn’t finish on time, and the board would spring up suddenly, startling nearly everyone. Eventually, they put the game away, and got ready to sleep. Evie got up to get some water, Aya’s cat in her arms. There was silence, the only noise being Evie cooing the cat and her cup filling up with water.

“So, anyone got some ghost stories?” Sofia asked, only to receive a harsh shushing from Kassandra. But it was too late, the damage had been done. The water went silent as frantic footsteps could be heard. For a brief second, the shadow of the Frye twin could be seen hovering above the blankets, before it disappeared, and two heads popped through the opening, one a cat and the other, Evie Frye.

“Someone say ghost stories?” She grinned like a madwoman, excited at the mere thought of the supernatural. Thankfully for Kassadnra’s sake, Aya was quick to inform Evie she could only tell one story, much to Evie’s dismay. However, she told it, and after that, everyone went to bed in their respective areas.

The next morning, they woke up to Aya putting Eggo waffles in the toaster. {cat} had stayed by Evie’s side the entire night, however she/he was quick to leave her side when she woke up. Everyone ate breakfast, chatting, eventually breaking off to change out of their onsies and into their clothes they brought.

Aveline walked up to Kass, “Kassandra, here is the onsie” she handed it towards her, but gave a perplexed look when the latter pushed her arm away.

“Keep it! I don’t need them!”

Aveline smiled, “Thank you.”

They cleaned up their area, packed up all their things, heading back to their homes.

Upon arriving back to their dorm, the sound of a vacuum could be heard, and upon peering into the biggest room, they saw an upset Arno angrily cleaning a mess.

“Hey Arno, what happened?"

"Don't get me started".

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The devil wears givenchy (2) | Min Yoongi

❝ You’re a therapist who one day gets a call from someone who claims to be satan asking for an appointment. On the day of the appointment you expect to see a teenager or someone in their mid twenties instead you’re met with a man in a screaming red suit whose hair and eyes are as dark as the night but with an attitude of a spoiled brat, he surely cant be satan. ❞

➵ paring: Satan! Yoongi x Therapist reader

➵ A/n: my tired dumbass forgot to add some of the stuff i wrote on my phone so i had to delete the pos and add it so the story makes sense

| warnings in this chapter : cursing, mention of death, unlawful arrest

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‘’ma��am we’d like to question you on where you were yesterday when the murder happened next door‘'Asks the shorter of the two.

He has brown blondish hair with green eyes and a face that you instantly can tell that he used to, or maybe still is, a fuckboy/player. The taller, who has shoulder length hair and hazel eyes, meanwhile looks like a guy who'd apologize if someone else poured soup into his lap. Ever since you've opened the door he's been wearing this uncomfortable expression, which you cant blame him though, because right now you do look like a beast who's hibernation sleep was disrupted.

You stare at them blankly ‘’aren't you two too old to be playing pranks on people like this?’’

Almost as if they were expecting that answer, they simultaneously pull out their badges. ‘’Ma'am this is a serious issue, you have to come with us’’

One thing you've always have hated is the police. They were never there to help your family, and as a drug dealer you saw how unjust they acted. Putting your friends into jail while the rich brats who committed serious crimes only got sentenced to be on a six month parole.

Basically they're bastards in your eyes and nothing will ever convince you otherwise.

‘’Do you have a warrant?’’ you ask raising your eyebrow

‘’Thats not importan-’’

‘’It is’’ you interrupt ‘’unless you have a warrant you cant take me anywhere , go check the camera footages of the places I've been i'll even give you the number of various people that can testify that i was at work during that time.’’

The shorter police officer pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply before looking at the taller one. They nod at each other and the hairs on your neck raise at that action. Before you can even jump back the taller one grabs you by the arms twists them behind your back and you feel the cold metal of the handcuffs on your skin. He grips your arm so tight you're sure it will leave bruises later on. As he drags you out of your apartment the shorter one comes to your right side and gives you a pitiful look.

''Sorry lady we're just doing our job''

Sighing deeply, you glare at the one still holding your arm. For a second the thought of how you could you sue them with the claim that the unlawful arrest traumatized you and how you could make some pretty good money, flashes through your head. But you decide to not do that, there's no reason to get into more trouble with the police than you already are in. Also the claim wouldn't even work because you we're pretty aggressive from the get go, meaning that the judge would've instantly known that you're trying to scam them, which would result in either jail time or a hefty fine.

You huff slightly as the taller one harshly pushes you into the car while the other one already gets into the passengers seat. The car smells like vomit mixed with baby powder and you're disgusted. You're pretty sure these guys have never cleaned the car throughly and a shiver runs down your spine just at thought of whatever you could be sitting in.

Giving up, you lean your head forwards and close your eyes. Slowly counting from a hundred to one while in the background some country song is playing which only adds to your misery.

Twenty minutes later you're escorted into the busy police department. The color of the walls reminds you of vomit, literally, its a bleached out neon yellow that contrasts too much with the green metal bars of the cells that are on the right side of the room.

Looking around you see that at least you're not the only ''criminal'' who looks raggedy. Just like you most of the accused ones getting interrogated have the same annoyed expression on and you sigh deeply.

The police officer behind you pushes you towards a table where a muscular back is faced in your direction.

‘’Jeon’’ the officer on your right calls out and the person at the desk turns around. He's a doe eyed man with a strong nose. He seems to be in his early twenties, sporting a coconut hairstyle, which weirdly suits him.

‘’Suspect of the case from yesterday night’’ The other office speaks up and pushes you down on the chair.

Jeon looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, not expecting to see someone in their pajamas, who looks like they have been through hell and back. He nods and the other police officers leave, the taller one with the shaggy hair , puts his hand on your shoulder as if to comfort you or maybe say goodbye, you aren't sure. Though you do feel disgusted that he touched your for more than it was necessary and you shrug his hand off you.

The noise of the chair scrapping along the floor rips you out of your concentration and you look over to where jeon is sitting. Theres a dumb grin on his face as he's opening the files on the table and you're instantly ticked off. This guy hasn't even talked yet and you already wanna strangle him, his whole demeanor screams of someone whose lowkey a know it all and is smug about it.

‘’It’s not everyday you see a criminal in satin pajamas’’ Jeon speaks up ,pointing at your clothes ‘’but really though, it looks like you have a lot of money, so what in the hell are you doing killing people out here, got bored with life? needed more actio-’’

‘’I want to speak to my lawyer’’ you interrupt looking at him with a blank face. Besides the fact that they detained you with no rightful claims ,you also have to deal with this frat boy looking guy whose three braincells seem to be struggling to even get him to breath normally.

So you're going to call your good friend , Jung Hoseok.

Jeon sighs as if he already expected you to say that, turns the phone on the desk so that it faces you. ‘’go ahead.’’

After dialing the number you look at the clock and see that its 10 am and silently pray that Hoseok picks up the phone. Since he usually sleeps like the dead till late afternoon on weekends you're not sure if he'll even hear the phone ring. It wouldn't surprise you though if he didn't pick it up, cause this wouldn't be the first time he basically left you for the dead.

Looking up you see Jeon still sitting on the other side of the desk and raise an eyebrow. ‘’Can i have some privacy?’’

The young police officer doesn't answer and clicks his tongue instead before getting up and walking into another room that seems to be the department's kitchen ,and you turn your focus back to the phone.

After the fifth ring you hear a click and a deep groggy voice bark into the phone ‘’what?’’

‘’Hey’’ you drag the word out ‘’its me y/n-’’

‘’Yes i guessed that by your voice, what do you want?’’

‘’So remember how you said you'd help me if i ever was arrested? so uhh so apparently your time to shine has come’’ you almost stutter out. Its not that you're afraid of Hoseok but lets just say no one talks to him in the morning until he's in a better mood. For whatever reason he always wakes up really pissed and snaps at anyone in his vicinity and from the looks of it , you're the victim today.

You hear a thud and then bedsheet rustling and you put your hand in front of your mouth to block out the snicker that escapes your mouth.

‘’you almost made me fall out of bed, what in the hell did you do now? don't tell me you finally killed that boy from the bakery, you know that there are-’’

‘’Jesus christ Hoseok, no!’’ you interrupt and sigh deeply ‘’you know the boys next door? they got murdered and now I'm at the police station because these idiots think I've done it, despite having no actual backup for that claim.’’

‘’An unlawful detention’’ Hoseok states and you can practically see him furrowing his brows.

''basically, so i need your help, please i'll even buy you those space shuttle looking ass shoes you want’’ you plead

‘’They're called Balenciagas have some respect, but give me twenty minutes and ill be there, its the police department thats around twenty minutes from your place?’’

‘’God i could kiss you right now, and yes it is, seriously thank you’’ you sigh

‘‘Gross’‘ Hoseok says and you can hear the disgust in his voice , and he hangs up.

While you're waiting for Hoseok to arrive ,you continue to look around the police department. The man behind the green bars is now awake, his body swaying to the tune he's singing, while he has this dumb grin on that every drunk person has at some point, and you turn away . On the walls you notice there a pictures scattered of the officers that work in this department, some with quotes underneath that say something along the lines of ''have fun with life!'', as if to make it seem like this is a cool and peppy place to be.

Grimacing you look away, let out a quiet ‘’yikes’’ while raising your eyebrows before your eyes fall on the small corner section thats the department kitchen. You see Jeon leaning against the counter, his head low as he's starring at his phone whole the other hand is holding a bitten bagel. To your horror you see that he's eating it straight with no dressing or whatsoever and you wanna scream out loud.

Before you can even say anything, the little bells on the main entrance jingle and you turn your head to see Hoseok frantically walking towards you. His whole appearance is disheveled as he stands in front of you heaving like an asthmatic chain smoker , before taking a chair and sitting down next to you.

‘’I want the premium ones’’ Hoseok speaks up not letting you greet him ‘’so tell me what happened’’

‘’The boys next door got murdered’’

‘’Where were you during that time?’’ Hoseok asks

‘’Look i don't know what time they died, when i came home i could hear the music still blasting’’

‘’Tell me yesterday's schedule then’’ Hoseok continues

‘’I woke up the usual time, which is around six thirty, went to work and stayed there till seven, then went to the convenient store thats the closest to my place because i’m a dumbass who still hasn't bough her groceries and went home’’ you answer.

‘’Any witness?’’

‘’Secretary Kim’’ is your immediate answer ‘’he was there the whole day and there should be camera footage that we can use, oh and the girl at the cash register from the convenient store, her name is Hyunjin or something like that, she has turquoise hair’’

Hoseok taps his finger against his cheek multiples times before he gets up and loudly says ‘’Whose the officer overseeing my client?’’

Several heads turn to face you two at hoseok's question and you see Jeon walking towards you. ‘’Thats me’’

Hoseok scrutinizes Jeon , a displeased expression on his face before he stretches out his arm and points at you ‘’why was my client detained?’’

‘’She's under investigation for possible murder’’

‘’An unlawful arrest’’ Hoseok counters

Jeon crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes ‘’Its not unlawful she-’’

‘’Do you have any evidence that she's the murderer?’’ Hoseok interrupts

‘’No but we're looking for i-’’

‘’So you're telling me you handcuffed her, dragged her to this place ,despite the fact that she already answered the officers question at her home ,and you don't even have one shred of evidence that could link her back to the boys besides that she was their neighbor?’’ Hoseok raises an eyebrow

‘’We didn't want her to have the possibility to run away’’

‘’She would have been gone by the time the police had arrived’’ Hoseok retorts, clearly annoyed ‘’meanwhile until they have finished checking the camera footage we will deny every accusation'' he continues and kind of slams his hand down on the table ''If this investigation lasts longer than 36 hours we will file a civil suit for unlawful restraint and a violation of her civil liberties’’

Jeon just sighs deeply , tongues his cheek before he walks away, clearly not having any of this but you don't feel bad for him. Thats what he gets for even deciding to work in the police force.

Hoseok sits down again and sighs deeply ‘’you have some of the worst karma ive ever seen’’

With a wry smile you hold up your handcuffed hands ‘’i mean , you could say i’m living my orange is the new black fantasy’’

‘’ha ha ha’’ Hoseok laughs monotone ‘’But seriously though this is a fucked up situation and I've seen the type of shit you have done’’

Hoseok is kind of an childhood friend. Hoseok's father worked as as a lawyer for your ex boss, until he died of an incurable illness and Hoseok was taken under the bosses wing. Even as a child Hoseok already had a brilliant and eccentric mind, which he used in helping them with lawsuits. Never actually participated in court since he was a minor and couldn't act as an attorney. He then continued to go to college to study criminal justice and graduated on top of his class. Till today his clients consists of gang members in which he impressively has won many cases.

But then again this is Hoseok we’re talking about, he's slick as a whistle.

After you left ,you and Hoseok kept in touch, mainly because you were paranoid that something would happen and you'd end up in the exact situation you currently are in. Although for some reason Hoseok refuses to accept cash from you, and instead wants you to buy him stuff that he either cant afford or doesn't want to spend money on.

‘’Let me just do the paper works then’’ Hoseok murmurs , picks up the suit case ,puts it on his knees and opens it before taking out a file. Taking the mechanical pencil from his brown suit pocket and tapping it against the paper.

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Its been four hours since you arrived at the police station. Bored out of your mind you stare at your cuffed hands and try to move them. You wince at the sharp pain on your wrist and sigh. At this point you've already went through the seven stages of grief and currently you're at dissociation. Hoseok, who has finished the paper works, is meanwhile starring intensively at his phone like he's trying to solve the Da Vinci code.

Tapping your foot against the floor in a fast rhythm , you turn your head towards the main entrance just to see the two police officers from earlier strolling in.

‘’The footage shows that you're not the criminal’’ The taller one says while the smaller one roughly yanks your hands towards him.

‘’Careful’’ you bark out and hiss when the cuffs fall from your wrists. Slowly you rotate your hands, stretching out your fingers as your lets your joints crack.

‘’Are you the officers that arrested her?’’ Hoseok asks and gets up to stand next to you.

‘’yes’’ the taller one responds

‘’What are your names?’’ Hoseok asks, picking up the notepad from the table.

‘’Jesse and Roscoe Fitzgerald’’

‘’I see’’ Hoseok says ‘’brothers huh’’ he continues to scribble his number down, clicks his mechanical pencil twice and you're not sure if you're just seeing things or if for a millisecond the butt of the pencil really just glimmered red.

Hoseok rips off the page and hands it to the officers ‘’you will be hearing from me shortly’’ and puts his hand on your back between your shoulder blades and softly pushes you towards the entrance.

The minute you're outside in the parking lot you turn towards hoseok with an expression of disbelieve and laughter ‘’did you really just video tape them?’’

Hoseok just glances at you and opens the car door ‘’this thing has been recording everything ever since i stepped a foot into that place’’

‘’That's illegal’’ You say, and get into the passengers seat

‘’Not when it can be used for court’’ he replies and fixes the rear view mirror.

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‘’Thank you for coming on such a short notice’’ Yoongi says, his hands clasped behind his back. ‘’As you've noticed we're basically drowning in work, which is why i came up with this idea’’ He presses the button on the small remote control in his hand and a blue print of an abandoned building appears on the wall behind him.

‘’Fifth’’ Yoongi addressees the fifth judge.

The fifth judge is a tall broad man, with a dark beard and round face that comically gives out his kind disposition. Originally he was the first judge but then got transferred to be the fifth for being too lenient on the souls.

‘’I heard your hall and tenth’s are the only places that aren’t having troubles’’

The judge sighs loudly ‘’i wouldn't say that’’ he answers with a groggy voice ‘’its thanks to my assistant that we can minimize the work but there's always something going wrong, cant speak for tenth though’’

‘’Well thats normal’’ the first speaks up ‘’we’ve always had a lot of work to do’’

‘’Doesn't mean its necessary’’ Yoongi replies and faces the projection behind him ‘’This is one of the warehouses that's currently empty, this is where we'd put the new interns in’’

‘’We don't have the time to train them’’ The first judge continues. The first judge unlike the fifth, is a small man with a stern face and a white goatee beard. Yoongi particularly dislikes him mainly because he's always opposing his ideas but then never actually comes up with any solutions.

Basically acts typically like every old person.

Yoongi closes his eyes for a second, noticing that his anger is growing and counts to ten before he continues. ‘’I was getting to that part’’ and sends the elderly man a pointed look. ‘’We'll have to sacrifice multiples of our workers and work overtime for a while, but they would be training the interns’’

‘’What if they suddenly quit?’’ The tenth speaks up.

‘’thats a good question’’ Yoongi replies ‘’the whole training program would be an insight on what their job would be like, of course there'd be different sections to fit each of the ten departments but-’’

‘’That way they could decide to quit beforehand and spare us from wasting time’’ she continues

‘’Exactly’’ Yoongi points at the papers laying on the table before each judge. ‘’If you look on the paper you'll see that the estimate of workers that each of us would have to send is around 30 to 40 percent’’

‘’How long will the building be ready for the trainee's’’ The first judge asks

‘’Maximum six months, we'll have to come up with the training plan, the building needs to be renovated too, plus we need to find demons who are willing to work’’ Yoongi answers.

‘’Speaking of demons’’ The tenth judge speaks up. He's a fairly tall man with umber colored skin and a goatee like beard but only that he doesn't have the mustache. Yoongi doesn’t work with him as much as with the others mainly because the tenth is the last one to send the souls up to heaven, meaning he has the least amount of workload.

‘’What are we going to do about the demons that are going rampant here and in the human world?’’

‘’technically seen our duty is only to judge the souls’’ the voice of the seventh judge is heard, a huge red fan hiding most of her face. Its been said that the seventh judge is a beauty but no one has actually ever seen her face. ‘’ the only one who has enough power to discipline and who the demons will actually listen to is you’’ she points a dainty finger at Yoongi

‘’Ill deal with that later’’ Yoongi answers ‘’but thats it for today, please carefully read the documents and make your preparations as fast as possible.’’

The judges stand up , bow slightly before leaving the meeting room.

The percent of the demons rampaging in the human world has skyrocketed in the last few weeks. Its like as if they're all looking for the same thing, treasure hunt style. A competition on who gets ,whatever it is they're looking for, the fastest. And honestly its been stressing yoongi out.

‘’I guess the meeting went well?’’ a honey voice echoes through the room and yoongi turns around to see his advisor leaning against the door frame. Its Park Jimin, a demon with looks that rivals any model, to the point where if he didn't have a single horn coming out of his forehead Yoongi would have thought that he's an incubus.

‘’Beardy was trying to argue again’’ Yoongi replies while rolling his left shoulder

‘’Thats because he's old’’ Jimin says ‘’you tend to lose or not care about how you come off to other people the older you get, which by the way reminds me i forgot to ask how the counseling session went’’

Yoongi glances at Jimin ‘’besides the fact that the counselor looked like a teacher who works in a private christian boarding school , it was good’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at the description ‘’well at least she did her job’’

‘’She sure did’’ Yoongi answers and picks up the document from the table before walking up to Jimin ‘’she's actually the one who came up with the whole training regiment, she unexpectedly has a sharp business insight’’

Jimin hums as he's walking next to yoongi down the hallway ‘’she'd be a great addition to have’’

‘’Already asked her that she declined’’ Yoongi counters and they round the corner ‘’don't think you're off the hook though''

‘’Why?, her methods clearly are functioning since you've haven't blown up yet’’ Jimin answers with a smug smile

‘’Yeah cause the counseling was literally a day ago’’ Yoongi rolls his eyes

‘’Thats a miracle considering you'd blown up if you didn't find your pencil in 3.5 seconds’’ Jimin replies and opens the door to Yoongi's office

Yoongi's office is elegant. One side of the room has a dark wooden wall which is where the heavy mahogany desk is. Yoongi actually wanted to put an indoor waterfall by that wall but jimin stopped him, saying that there would be no use for it anyways and it would just cost unnecessary amount of money, counting out the water bill that would come cause of the constant stream.

Yoongi finds the room gorgeous, jimin on the other hand finds it looks too much like an office of a mob boss that you'd see in a movie. The only thing thats missing would be an old vinyl player ,playing some classical music, probably something that would match the cliché decor and vibe, like Shostakovich's string quartet no.8

‘’Cause theres a regiment that needs to be followed which you all clearly aren't’’ Yoongi replies and walks over to his desk.

‘’Anywho’’Jimin ignores Yoongi's reply ‘’the meeting with the heads of the cold hell has been postponed because of a blizzard’’

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‘’They did what?’’ your friend Jieun slams her hand on the table.

You're sitting in a dainty little coffee thats located in the shopping centre. The whole decoration is cutesy and pink. White abstract cupid angels that are made out of pipes are hanging on the wall. In the background a poppy song is playing. , that sounds like its from kyary pamyu pamyu,

This whole environment really isn't your style. Not that you hate pink or anything, you get why it appeals to people but its just not up your ally. The only thing that looks cute to you are the uniforms the waitresses are wearing ,which color combination are pink and orange with small peaches on the apron on the skirt.

Your friends like to joke and say that you're kind of like a modern day morticia addams, which to some extent you are in the way that you basically only wear black but if the real morticia would see your apartment she'd probably have a heart attack.

Just like anyone else who walks into your place for the first time

But after yesterdays mishap, or lets just say arrest, Hoseok drove you home and the minute you stepped into your apartment, the fatigue caught up on you and you feel asleep instantly. To which you woke up at three o'clock in the night and basically fucking up your whole sleeping schedule.

‘’Stop shouting’’ you hiss at Jieun ‘’people are already starring’’

‘’Whatever’’ Jieun waves her hand dismissively ‘’So they just dragged you to the police department like some sort of dog?’’

‘’Yup’’ you answer and take a sip of your smoothie

‘’And they only let you go after four plus hours, with the ‘’ups my bad haha’’ excuse?’’

You nod

‘’How are you not outraged?’’ Jieun asks bewildered ‘’you're planning to do something against them right?’’

‘’Jieun’’you sigh ‘’clearly i'm going to do something cause uh, fuck the police , but at the same time its out of my hands cause hoseok is in the picture’’

‘’Hoseok?’’ Jieun tilts her head ‘’what did he do now?’’

‘’Apparently the pencil in his suit pocket was video taping everything the moment he stepped into the police station, so i assume he's using that as evidence or whatever’’

A grin overtakes Jieun's expression and she leans back into her seat ‘’that slick ass motherfucker’’

Jieun's appearance is misleading. She has red dyed hair, freckles and a gummy smile ,that makes her look like an angel, yet she swears like a sailor. Hell even her mannerism are something that society deems as ''unladylike''. But thats something you love about her, she's always straight up without actually being hurtful but also respects peoples choices. You met her in college actually, she was your tutor in your senior year and its basically thanks to her that you manage to graduate with good grades, you continued to stay in contact and thats how you two became best friends.

‘’By the way’’ You speak up ‘’how's work?’’

‘’Ugh don't remind me’’ Jieun groans ‘’the models we're currently working with are even more stuck up than you and keep barking commands at us like we're maids’’

‘’Well have you talked to their manager?’’ you ask ignoring the dig at you.

‘’What can he do? he's a wimpy guy and they don't listen to him, i honestly feel bad for the guy but sometimes i wanna snap on him’’ she answers and takes a bite off her cake

‘’Is it too late to change the models?’’ you ask

‘’Mhm yeah pretty much , since the clothes fit them quite well and we don't have the time to get the rejected models since we have to meet the deadline.’’

‘’Sounds tough’’ you hum

‘’Well its whatever’’ Jieun replies and shrugs her shoulders '' besides yesterday’s fuckery whats been going on with you?’’

‘’nothing much, been thinking of redecorating my place’’

''Good, sorry but that place looks like forever twenty one designed it and i honestly don't know how you haven't lost your mind cause of it’’

you shake your head and laugh ‘’oh but this will sound weird as hell but i have been noticing something’’

‘’Oh?’’ Jieun raises an eyebrow and leans in close

‘’So basically lately I've been encountering people that have this really off vibe’’ you start

''Off vibe?''

‘’Yeah , like soulless you know? They have this vacant look in their eyes, even if they're smiling and it sends a shiver up my spine, and then on top of that they are good looking but to the point where its creepy.’’

''Oh wow'' Jieun replies

‘’Like i ordered a pizza few days ago, cause i forgot to buy groceries again, you know the usual- ‘’

‘’Thats a bad habit'' Jieun interrupts and points at you

''Yeah well i'm here for a good time not a long time’’ you answer and roll your eyes ‘’anyways so the delivery guy finally arrives and i kid you not he had the exact same vibe, as a matter of fact he's the first one i noticed who has that whole ''thing'' going on.’’

‘’So?’’

‘’so i accidentally touched his hand when i gave him the money and his skin was cold’’

‘’Maybe he just has a low body temperature’’ Jieun says and cuts a piece of the cake with her fork

‘’No jieun you don't understand, it was cold like a dead body’’

Jieun stops in her tracks and slowly looks up to you ‘’how do you know how cold a dead body is?’’

‘’Whatever thought is in your head get it out okay’’ you wave your hand dismissively ‘’his temperature was so low as if he died of hyperthermia ,it was honestly creepy and disgusting’’

‘’So-’’ Jieun puts the fork down and counts off her fingers ‘’vacant stare, too good looking to the point of creepiness, cold body, what else?’’

‘’Sleazy personality or full on listless’’ you continue

‘’Sounds like a demon to me’’ she says and continues to eat.

Another thing about Jieun is that she has always been intrigued by otherworldly beings, such as angles, aliens, you name it, she’ll probably have the whole wikipedia site memorized.

you blink at her ‘’sure right and i'm Mary the virgin’’

‘’Literally every description of a demon is that they're good looking, yet soulless and they give off this vibe of uneasiness. so yeah I'm pretty sure that were demons’’ Jieun says and you can see it on her face that she totally believes whats coming out of her mouth.

‘’Lets hypothetically say they're demons , what would they even be doing in the human world?’’ you ask leaning against the table

Jieun shrugs her shoulders ‘’i don't know, kill humans? look for souls? who knows’’

A memory of yoongi ranting about demons going rampant flashes through your head and you shake the thought off, he was just using religion as a metaphor right? though you did notice how weird he acted at the end of the session.

‘’Anyways’’ you say, deriving from the topic ‘’i need new clothes so lets go before the shop close’’

‘’Aight let me just finish this cake and we can go’’ Jieun says and stuffs a big piece into her mouth.

Snorting at how her cheeks protrude out, you get up and walk over to the counter. Behind the counter stands a woman in your age, thats listless scrolling through her phone. Her whole posture contradicts with the place, almost as if she's tired being here but you don’t blame her, instead you clear your throat to get her attention. Slowly she raises her head and her eyes widen big as saucers when she sees you and she puts the phone instantly down.

‘’I'm so sorry!’’ she says with a panicked expression, probably afraid that you're going to have her call her manager out and complain about the customer service

‘’No no its alright’’ you smile and wave your hand dismissively ‘’id like to pay though’’

While you're telling the cashier what you and jieun ordered, jieun gets up from the table, collects the trays and puts them on the rack that is close by and walks over to where you are standing.

‘’Have a nice day'' the cashier says and Jieun smiles before winking at her ‘’you too’’

You who saw the whole ordeal just rolls your eyes , grabs her arm and drag her out of the shop.

‘’Damn can a girl flirt?’’ Jieun grumbles

You let go of her arm ‘’no, we all know that you shouldn't flirt with people working in customer service that shit is creepy’’

‘’That shit is creepy’’ Jieun mocks you ‘’thats because you're stuck up, a prude, a vir-’’

‘’Im not a virgin'' you interrupt and glare at her

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jieun raises her eyebrows ‘’why else would you dress like a modern day goth kid that used to listen to MCR or panic at the disco’’

‘’Okay first of all panic at the disco isn't exactly emo-’’

‘’They wrote one pop song and that was for big hero six and suddenly its not emo?’’ Jieun interrupts, a grin growing on her face‘’ you just proved my point''

You nudge her ‘’i don't want to hear that from someone who listens to Lana del rey and suddenly thinks they're a witch, what are you, 18?’’

Jieun just pats you on the shoulder and shakes her head ‘’not everyone has a shitty music taste like you but thats okay! humans are meant to be individuals!’’

Offended you lean away from her ‘’rude’’

Jieun just laughs, shakes her head and walks into a store that looks like they sell clothes for kids in their early twenties.

You sigh deeply and call out to Jieun, whose already inspecting black cargo pants with a long belt on it. ‘’ you do realize we're in our thirties right?’’

‘’I should be saying that with the way you dress, i'm going to make you an outfit and you're going to try it out’’ Jieun answers without even looking at you, takes a pair of the black pants and scurries to another corner of the store.

Meanwhile you're sitting on one of the small square seat that are scattered across the store and wait for your best friend to return with whatever outfit, you just hope its not colorful.

Madonna's song music is playing in the background and you're instantly catapulted back to 2000. Once your friend ,whom you rarely visited because she lived right next to your grandmother, forced you to watch the music video and after some time even you got into it and started to dance. Which on the other hand surprised your friend because she thought you'd be one of those awkward teens who had no rhythm instead you turned out to be someone who could bust out some serious moves.

‘’Okay so’’ Jieun reappears and rips you out of your thoughts. To your relief you see that the bundle of clothes she's holding are all pretty much black, though you do spot a dark green and and a checkered gray. ‘’Try these out and if they look good we'll take them''

You raise your eyebrows ‘’and i don't get a say in this?’’

‘’Hell no, otherwise you'd walk out of this place looking like a nun, and i mean like literally.’’ Jieun replies, shoves the bundles of clothes into your arms and pushes you towards the dressing rooms. Pulling the curtain close behind you, you set the garments on the small chair and strip out of your clothes.

Few minutes later you rip the curtain aside, a mixture of shock and perplex on your face. ‘’Really?’’

Jieun whose been starring at her phone finally looks up and her face lights up at your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless crop top turtleneck and the black cargo pants from earlier. ‘’What? you look good in the outfit and i made sure its black too’’

''I mean yeah its aight b-''

‘’So whats the problem now’’ Jieun interrupts, sighs and gets closer to you

''the problem'' you continue and give her a pointed look ''is that i’m old and you got me out here dressed like some insta faux goth girl , it even has the hoop chain look!’’

‘’You do realize you have the a baby face right?, you look barely 22 and thats only if you're wearing makeup’’ Jieun replies and pinches your cheek. ‘’who did you kill to get those genes?’’

You pry her fingers away from your face ‘’thats why i have to dress my age how else will people take me serious’’

Jieun gives you a skeptic look ‘’i can guarantee you're already not getting taken serious with your usual get up’’

Instead of verbally replying you just roll your eyes and go back into the dressing room.

After you've tried out all the outfits jieun coordinated for you, you begrudgingly take them to the register. As the cashier is ringing up the items you look around the shop and see a guy standing right behind you in line. As you take in his beautiful features, a slow wave of panic and shiver overcomes you and you nudge jieun.

‘’Look’’ you hiss

Jieun lazily follows your field of view and shrugs her shoulders when she sees the man ‘’not my type’’

‘’of course not you're a les-, thats not the point what i mean is he has the same off vibe like all the other ones i told you about’’

At that jieun looks closer and her face suddenly pales and she looks back at you ‘’thats a fucking demon’’

‘’Clearly he's human'' you say and inch closer to her ‘’but i wouldn't be surprised if i hear about him tomorrow in the news’’

‘’Your total is 129.90′’ The voice of the cashier interrupts. You take out your purse and hand him the money. Not even waiting for him to bag your clothes ,you quickly stuff them into the plastic bag thats on the counter, disregard the weird look the cashier is giving you and grab your best friend by the arm. ''lets go''

Jieun just nods and with few long steps you're out of the store. You're not sure why exactly you're reacting like this, its almost as if your whole entire being is cornered by a predatory animal and theres no way to escape from it.

‘’Im 99.99999 % sure this guy is a demon’’ Jieun says ,heaving as she's having trouble keeping with your long strides.

‘’Speaking of demons ‘’you slow down your pace ‘’i got a letter today from the local shrine where my grandmother used to live and they want me to visit them tomorrow wanna tag along?’’

‘’God yes’’ Jieun replies ‘’i'll ask them to do a purification on me just to be save’’

‘’i’m finishing tomorrow at six, do you want me to pick you up from work or will you already be at home?’’ you ask

‘’Workplace’’ jieun answers ‘’by the time you're there most of the work will already be done’’ She nudges you ‘’ will you wear one of the outfits we bought?’’

‘‘Come on’‘ you groan ‘‘thats disrespectful to visit the shrine looking like that’‘

‘‘God has seen your ass naked many times , so i don’t think its that disrespectful to show up with a little bit of your stomach showing’‘ Your best friend deadpans.

‘‘So god is into voyeurism?’‘ you raise your eyebrows. Just the thought of some otherworldly being watching everything you do , is creepy as hell to you.

‘‘And i’m the disrespectful one?’‘ Jieun gasp and slaps you on the shoulder ‘‘He just watches you’‘

‘‘So if he’s watching me how is he looking after all the other humans then?’‘

Jieun shrugs her shoulders ‘’ maybe he has like a billion eyes or something’’

You shake your head ‘’ how did we go from a friendly man to some sort of creepy being that probably belongs into one of H.P lovecraft’s books’’

‘‘Lovecraft was a terrifying being’‘ Jieun says ‘‘ i mean have you seen how he looks? that guy constantly had this weird expression on, as if he starred into the abyss and found something that no human should have ever discovered’‘

‘‘You talk like you’re a vampire who has actually met him’‘ you counter

‘‘If i were id have make sure to get turned into one by the age of 22 so i could avoid having wrinkles, wouldn’t want to end up looking like Carlisle cullen ’’Jieun says and puts one hand on her cheek

‘‘Carlisle is supposed to be 23 in the movies’‘

Jieun turns her head and looks shocked at you ‘’Oh Jesus christ they did they character so so wrong ,because that man looks like moldy cheese’’

‘‘Jieun’‘ you snort and hit her on the arm ‘‘don’t be disrespectful’‘

Jieun just laughs and pushes you into another store

⤑ ⤑ ⤑ ⤑

‘‘The next appointment will be in a week’‘ you say to the elderly woman ‘‘would you like us to remind you on monday morning?’‘

‘’ yes dear’‘ she answers and smiles ‘‘ such a hard working gal , you youngsters have it hard nowadays but remember to always take a break, alright?’‘ and puts an boney hand on your arm.

‘‘Of course ‘‘ you smile and see her out.

Closing the door behind you , you walk over to where secretary Kim is sitting and lean on the reception desk ‘’Next monday on two o’clock for miss davenport’’

‘‘Noted’‘ Secretary kim answers and looks up. ‘‘I’m not trying to pry into your private life but-’‘

You sigh ‘’ its about those police officers right?’’

‘‘Correctly’‘ he answers and pushes the glasses on his face up

Not wanting to go through all the bullshit of explaining it to someone again you just quickly summarize it ‘’ they basically accused me of murder and then it turned out that i was not the murderer’’

Secretary Kim just raises his eyebrow and gives you a skeptic look, almost as if he’s judging you. Taken back by the expression on his face, you furrow your brows and lean back , tilting your head ever so slightly.

‘‘Anyways’‘ you continue braking off the tense silence that was hanging in the air for a few seconds ‘‘i’m clocking out’’

‘‘See you tomorrow’’ Secretary Kim replies and goes back to starring at the monitor.

You walk back to your office, shut your laptop off, not before saving the documents and put on your Jacket. After wrapping your scarf around your neck you pick up your purse, shut the lights off and walk out of your office. Checking your phone for the time you notice that you’re slightly late on schedule and almost run out of your workplace. Not even bothering to wait for the elevator to come you walk down the stairs in long strides hoping that you wont fall and bust your head open, which has happened once before

Finally arrived at the parking lot you walk towards your car. Opening the vehicle’s door you carelessly throw your purse into the backseat, take your phone out of your pocket before connecting it via bluetooth to the stereo. After choosing a song from your spotify , you put it onto the dashboard and drive off.

Twenty minutes later you arrive at the location Jieuns having the photoshoot. You notice that your best friend is nowhere to be seen so you just continue to chill in the car waiting for her to show up. You’ve only made the mistake once where you disturbed her during a shooting and just the sheer thought of having to experience the scolding from that day makes you have goosebumps.

‘‘How loud are you going to have the music blasting in this car’‘ Jieuns voice rips you out of your thoughts and you jump in surprise

‘‘Are you trying to kill me?’‘ you heave and clutch your chest before lowering the volume.

‘‘No but apparently you are’‘ Jieun answers ‘‘ how in the hell are you not deaf yet?’‘

‘‘Whatever’‘ You continue ‘‘ how was work?’‘

Good, something funny happened actually’’ Jieun puts the seat belt on

Driving out of the parking lot you glance over to your best friend ‘’ oh?’’

‘‘The models were bitchy as usual but the manager actually got pissed’‘

You raise your eyebrows ‘’don’t tell me he made a scene in front of you guys’’

‘‘He sure did’‘ Jieun says ‘‘ you should have seen the faces of the models , that shit was comical’‘

‘‘And humiliating too’‘ you laugh and Jieun joins in.

...........

After an hour of you two singing early 00 songs, you finally pull up to the shrine. The weather has gotten colder and you see the moon hanging high in the sky. When you get out of the vehicle you look around in awe. The huge red pillars of the gate thats towering meters above you plus the glistening of the snow gives the environment a mystical vibe. The paper lamps that are shining brightly on the porch of the shrine gives the finish touch ,almost making it look like its straight out of a fantasy book.

‘‘Not to sound like an old sentimental lady but this is breathtaking.’‘ Jieun speaks up and you both burst out laughing.

Walking through the gates you see a woman walking down the steps of the shrine towards you. She’s wearing long blue divided trousers ,that is tied tightly at the waist and a snow white garment thats tied so that the left left side of the seams are facing outside. .

‘‘Y/n?’‘ She calls out with a smile

‘‘Thats me’‘ you answer and smile back. Jieun next to you is star struck on how beautiful the girl is. She notices how the woman’s dark skin glistens slightly blue in the moonlight, how her full lips stretch over her pearly white teeth. She’s utterly beautiful and Jieun is smitten.

‘‘Please follow me, the priestess has been waiting for your arrival’‘ The beautiful woman continues , and walks ahead.

‘‘I think i just saw an angel’‘ Jieun whispers and nudges you. You just roll your eyes with a smile and follow the woman. Walking up the stairs you get a closer look at the building and see old inscriptions carved into the wood. Distracted by the sacred decoration you don’t even notice the woman pulling aside the paper sliding door , which to reveals a moderately sized room.

Besides the scriptures, to which you assume to either be poems or holy scriptures, and small statues of deities ,there isn’t much to see.

‘‘Please go ahead’‘ The woman says and bows before scurrying down the hallway.

As you walk into the room you notice another woman. Unlike the shrine maiden, as you call her, the priestess ears a dark violet colored patterned belted robe and the same blue loose trouser that you saw earlier. Her expression is friendly as she looks up from the book in her lap.

‘‘Y/n’‘ she calls out almost as if she’s known you your whole life.

Looking closer you find fine lines adoring her face and you’re instantly reminded of your grandmother. Though a sharp pain flashes through your head and you close your eyes.

Worried the priestess stands up, walks over to you with quick long strides and puts a hand on top of your head. To your surprise , you feel warm energy pooling into you and the pain ebbs away instantly and you look at her in shock.

‘‘Why don’t we sit down and have a chat’‘ She says with a gentle smile and you nod before sitting down on the floor.

The priestess sit down on the opposite side, facing you and jieun, with a serious expression ‘‘I’m sure you’re wondering why i called you here’‘

‘‘Yes’‘ you say ‘‘ i have no memory of ever being here, so i was curious what this is about’‘

The priestess sighs wistfully ‘’ Its about your grandmother’’

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dr-gloom · 6 years ago

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Year After Year (It’s The Same Routine)

Day 13! (I wish it was Friday the 13th omgp) This is for @sanderssidesspook‘s Spook Month!

Prompt: Friday the 13th

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Paring: LAMP/CALM

Words: 1,203

Summary: Patton loves many things, but Friday the 13th is not one of them.

Tags/Warnings: superstition, cute poly boyos, Patt’s not all that into religion because lots of ppl use it as an excuse to hurt others, but he doesn’t have a problem with ppl being religious, cute phone contact names

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Patton loved Halloween, and October, and black cats, and children’s Halloween movies, and candy, and-

Patton loved a lot of things.

One of these things, however, was definitely not Friday the 13th. Patton had always been very superstitious, even going out of his way to avoid cracks in the sidewalk so he wouldn’t break his poor mother’s back! Needless to say, he did not like Friday the 13th. At all. It was especially bad if it was in October, and this year it was! He’d already decided that he’d stay inside all day, not use the stove or oven, and stay to the couch as much as possible.

It was only Monday.

Patton had sent a text through the group chat to let his boyfriends know that he wasn’t going to be available on Friday, due to his plans to not leave the couch for anything short of a life-or-death situation. It had taken 45 seconds for the texts to come pouring in; Logan’s confusion and exasperation, Roman’s promises to slay any threat that may befall them, and Virgil’s slightly-sarcastic support and kneedling.

Patton tried to reassure them, telling them that it was okay, he just didn’t want to risk anything. Logan assured Patton that superstition held no standing in the real world, and that scientifically, most - if not all - superstition was improbable or impossible. Patton knew that, but there was just something about it that resonated with him, and despite what others said he would always believe it. Just like religious people believed in God, despite most of them not able to tell you where The Big Man even was.

Rosen Bridge: Patton, religion and superstition are not the same thing.

Patt-ernal Love: I mean… They are???

Patt-ernal Love: Religion is based on old books that people just kind of assume have to be true just because other people wrote the same thing

Patt-ernal Love: And I get that! But that doesnt mean the stuff theyre writing about is right, or that were interpreting it right

Storm Cloud <3: can we not do the religion thing today pls

Roman Empire: i promise my love, i shall protect you from any and all harm!

Patt-ernal Love: I know you would, baby

Patt-ernal Love: But I still dont think its a good idea

Storm Cloud <3: then y dont we just come ovr

Storm Cloud <3: movie night

Storm Cloud <3: sleepover

Storm Cloud <3: watevr

Roman Empire: magnificent idea, johnny wept!

Storm Cloud <3: 2/10

Storm Cloud <3: poor presentation

Rosen Bridge: Roman, Virgil, please. We are adults.

Storm Cloud <3: try again

Storm Cloud <3: wow logan way to cut a guy off thats totally not rude

Rosen Bridge: I do apologize, Virgil, but you were both getting off-topic.

Roman Empire: right! i think a sleepover is a terrific idea!

Patt-ernal Love: Yeah! Lets do it!

Storm Cloud <3: so wat r we doing

Storm Cloud <3: coming ovr thursday night or

Patt-ernal Love: Sure!

The conversation continued for another twenty minutes like that, the four men planning their Thursday/Friday hangout until Virgil had to go to class and Logan had to get back to work. Patton figured he should probably head to school too and pocketed his phone, grabbing his keys and leaving his apartment.

The rest of his week passed by both achingly slow and too fast, and before Patton knew it, it was Thursday. He got through his classes with jittery legs and ecstatic smiles, heading home in the early afternoon and rushing around to get his apartment cleaned. He knew Logan and Virgil were going to be early at the very least. Logan because he liked to be punctual, and Virgil because he was always anxious about being late to anything so he set alarms on his phone for at least thirty minutes before he really had to leave. Patton had just sat down when the doorbell rang, and he hopped up to his feet to answer it. He opened the door with a smile, the smile growing when he saw Virgil on the other side with a backpack slung over his shoulder, gripping one of the straps. He gives a lazy wave with his other hand, smiling just slightly.

“Hey, Pat.”

Patton throws himself at Virgil, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. Virgil stumbles, surprised, and awkwardly pats Patton’s back. “P-Pat… Can’t breathe…” He wheezes. Patton lets go, smiling sheepishly. “Oh, sorry Virge!” Virgil shrugs it off and enters the apartment, sitting on the couch. Patton joins him, and Virgil almost immediately cuddles close, worming under Patton’s arm. He doesn’t mind; he loves cuddling with his boyfriends! He kisses the top of Virgil’s head and puts on Scary Godmother.

Logan came not too long after, Patton letting him in with the same smile and bone-crushing hug that he’d given Virgil. He pulled Logan into their cuddle pile, Virgil now sandwiched between two of his boyfriends (not that he was complaining). The three cuddled together for the next hour until Roman showed up, letting himself into the apartment with a flourish and confidently striding into the living room. He flops onto the couch, throwing himself across the others’ laps. Patton cards his hands through Roman’s hair. Logan gently massages Roman’s calves. Virgil rests his arms on Roman’s back.

Once Scary Godmother was over, Patton got up (with much complaining from Roman and Virgil) and made them all some popcorn, handing each person their own bowl and sitting back down. The next few hours passed like this, with the men watching Halloween movies and chatting or commenting on the movies. Virgil is the first one to fall asleep, head resting on Logan’s shoulder and mouth slightly open. The others make sure to speak quietly and turn down the volume on the TV so they don’t wake him, and it isn’t long until Patton is asleep as well, his hand stilling in Roman’s hair.

Roman looks up at Logan, who’s staring at the TV without really paying attention to it. Roman whispers, “What’re you thinking about, Specs?” Logan looks over at him, blinking tiredly.

“I am simply confused as to why people believe their actions hold a direct causation to something as unprovable as ‘luck’.” Roman blinks, smiling. “Well you don’t need to understand it to support him. I don’t get it either, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s ‘our happy-pappy-Patton’.” He says with a smirk. Logan smiles slightly and nods. “I suppose you are right. Perhaps we should get some sleep, it is rather late.”

Roman nods, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off and falling asleep soon after.

The next day, Patton wakes up surrounded by his boyfriends. The four of them have a quiet breakfast indoors, then settle in the living room for more movies and a gaming marathon (read: Mario Kart), broken up by lunch and snacks. Nothing at all substantial or scary happened - unless you count Roman shrieking when he entered the kitchen to find Virgil sitting on top of the fridge - and the day passed with little fanfare, just like any other day Patton spent with his boyfriends.

He guessed he could learn to love Friday the 13th too.

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analeoftwocities · 6 years ago

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Book Read: Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm, and Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo @lbardugo

Beer Paired: Bound By Time, Enchantment Under the Sea, and Viridi Rex by Edmund’s Oast Brewing Company

What We Love Abut the Book

This trilogy was has been waiting on my TBR list for a long time. It’s the type of series that is right up my alley, and sometimes those books sit on my shelf the longest. I say that because, especially Leigh Bardugo’s books are so highly praised that I’m afraid they won’t live up to my expectations. So, by sitting on my shelf they can stay highly praised and highly anticipated. (I learned this when I read the Hunger Games Series and was thoroughly disappointed…sorry!)

But, I bit the bullet. I couldn’t let The Grisha Trilogy stare at me from my shelf any longer. So, down the rabbit hole I jumped, and I was not disappointed. I really enjoy these books. I won’t say they are my favorite series or even that they are flawless, but I did love being able to jump into a world and follow it through all three books.

There is something so wonderful about a fantasy series that opens a new world to you and engulfs you in it. I love when I am able to binge read a series and totally immerse myself in the world and atmosphere of the book. And, that is exactly what happened in The Grisha Trilogy. It was a lovely escape into an awesome world. It was not a perfect series. The plot has holes, the characters are interesting but somewhat predictable, and the story itself is very troupe-like in the fantasy genre. However, even with all this Leigh Bardugo has created one of those marvelous universes that wraps you up like a cozy blanket on a cold day.

I don’t think these books stand among the fantasy greats like Harry Potter, His Dark Materials, Lord of the Rings, and the Shades of Magic Trilogy , but it is only a step down from those. Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm, and Ruin and Rising are great reads. The series is easy to read, engaging, unique, and thoughtful. Although they may not the best, The Grisha Trilogy is totally worth the read. Not every book should sit amongst the greats, because then, what makes them great? But, this trilogy by Leigh Bardugo has certainly earned its place on our shelf!

Quick side note: I wasn’t aware before that Bardugo’s other books (Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom, and Language of Thorns) are connected or continue in the same world! Any many readers speak highest of the Six of Crows duology, so I am now super excited to continue reading within the Grishaverse.

Anyway, what I loved the most about these books was the setting. Leigh Bardugo has taken the familiar fantasy story and set it in a world inspired by 1800 Tsarist Russian instead of the usual medieval (or really anytime) Western Europe. This was so refreshing and interesting. I’ll admit I LOVE, I repeat, I LOVE Russian folklore and fairytales. Anything based in that world, immediately has my heart. But, Bardugo was also able to make it her own, and use the 1800 Russia to inform her world, her story, and her characters. I though she was so successful and effective! This aspect of the trilogy was glorious.

Another aspect of the books that I thought was really interesting were the conflicts that Bardugo wrote in. Of course, there’s the usual love triangle story, the story of the ordinary becoming extraordinary, there are quests and fellowships, but there is also class and race conflicts, and even religion plays a role in this book. Bardugo is able to layer many dynamic aspects into the plot, which only makes her books more interesting. On the other hand, I didn’t find her characters to be so dynamic. Most were pretty average, and although relatable, not super interesting. However a few did stand out – Nikolai (Bardugo is writing a book about him as well – King of Scars) and Baghra. Both of these characters felt dynamic and unique beyond the normal.

Like I said before, I really enjoyed this series. It was everything I want in a fantasy series – an amazing world, an interesting, fantastic story, and characters that are easy to fall in love with. And, for those of you not so fond of fantasy, don’t fret! This is not a series about dragons and elves and elves and magic spells (although there is nothing wrong with that). It is a political fantasy about power and social division, about good intentions gone wrong, and what it means to do the right thing. It is the story a meek, overlooked girl, who finds within herself the power to change her war-torn world, for the good or the bad. If you haven’t already read this, check it out! The Grisha Trilogy is an easy-to-read, enjoyable romp in a marvelous fantasy world. Enjoy!

What We Love About the Beer

Okay, first of all, these beers by Edmund’s Oast Brewing Company are awesome. We have been saving them for a long time, looking for the perfect book to pair each of them with, and when we read Leigh Bardugo’s trilogy Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm, and Ruin and Rising, was the perfect opportunity. They fit so perfectly because both are out-of-this world, inventive, a worth a try.

The art alone on these beer works perfectly with The Grisha Trilogy. The artwork on these cans is something straight out of a fairytale with a little something sinister, just like within the Girshaverse. The art evokes Alina, the main character of the series, and her struggle with her new place in the world. Her whole life changes and she must come to understand a new relationship with time and power. It also connects to the quests she goes on to master her power. She ventures into frozen forests, onto a cursed ocean, and a waterfall made of fire. And finally, the artwork used in Viridi Rex reminds us of the dark, evil creatures called Volcra that live with in The Fold, and were created by an immoral mutation of science and magic.

Beyond their outward image, these beers were also an awesome pair for the books based on the beer itself. Bound By Time is Edmund’s Oast’s take on a classic IPA, and it is an absolute success. It is full to the brim with awesome, fruity, hop-flavor. Just like Shadow and Bone, this beer is an awesome start. Enchantment Under the Sea is another awesome IPA, but it takes it to another level. It has an amazing mango and pineapple flavor, and a nice creamy, lactose texture. Although it has a delicious complexity, it also has a great light feel. It’s a totally special, and will hopelessly hook you, just like Siege and Storm. Finally, Viridi Rex, like Ruin and Rising, was so good; I had to go out get another one. It is a great dry hopped double IPA that brings a refreshing warmness to your soul. It is well balanced, has tons of lacing, and the perfect mouth-feel for this style. The coloration is an amazing deep gold (like Alina’s kefta?!) with vibrant papaya and orange. This beer is so good, you can’t have just one!

These beers prove that South Carolina and Edmund’s Oast Brewing Company know what they are doing, just like Leigh Bardugo! These three beers and this Trilogy are awesome. They are the reason we love beer and books. They are enjoyable, thoughtful, masterful, and so darn good! No, neither are the next holy grail of books or beer, but boy are they worth a try! So, check them out! We certainly will keep reading Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse books, and can’t wait to try more Edmund’s Oast beers… once we can get our hands on them, or even better, visit the brewery! Enjoy!

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Wrought Iron Machine (Part 7)

It is almost distracting, the notion of part-taking in S.A.S again. Her mind wanders some during the performance. She wonders if she should remake some of their old songs with a new flavor, that seems like a good way to ease into trying something entirely new. She leans closer to the crowd and belts out the final note, holding it a few beats longer than she would normally. She waits for the instruments to die out, holds the note a little longer, and drops off as well, letting the final note echo about the venue. She dips her head and her braid falls over her shoulder. She takes a deep breath and looks up as the applause sounds.

As they had done the last time, Kuvira leads Wrought Iron Machine backstage and allows the crowd’s anticipation to swell into a climax before re-emerging. She has something special in mind, a way to end the show memorably. “Capital City!” She addresses. “Are you ready for one more song?”

She lets the cheers and claps answer for themselves.

“Let’s do it then.” P’Li shouts.

She decides to go with one of their first songs, ‘In Rafters’. A little ode to the days when she’d taken up parkour as a hobby. A particular night when she had climbed to the highest skyscraper in Republic City, reaching the top at the climax of a sunset. It had been an accomplishment to say pridefully that she had done it without metal nor earthbending.

The song opens with no instrumental backing. Slowly, Ming enters with her drums and then P’Li subtly works her way in with her lead guitar. Baatar enters with his rhythm guitar next and then Ghazan with his bass until they have a full and powerful song.

Only when the song reaches its full speed and intensity, a point where the guitars wail the loudest and Ming’s drum beats per minute increase to her fastest does Kuvira lift her hands to create a flare of metal. Shifting it until it spiked out and glittered in the spotlights. She will leave pyrotechnics to the firebenders, she rather enjoys an explosion of metal in place of a shower of sparks.

Time and time again, P’Li suggested using fire--and perhaps she will one day--but Kuvira likes what they have. It separates them from other bands. Kuvira lifts the raises the final metal spire and climbs atop it and leans towards the crowd for the final verse.

It is another successful performance with another successful encore. She can’t say that Capital City beat the reception they had in Yon Rha’s Village, but it is a success no less. A rather strong way to end their Fire Nation tour if she must say. It is enough to keep her mood elated and optimistic.

Which is why it throws her off when a bought of melancholy and perhaps even doubt works its way in as she lies awake. She doesn’t know where it has come from and she has half the mind to ask P’Li for a light. She puts a hand to her head, she has decided once and for all that she won’t fall back into old habits. Southern Air Sounds has given her the extra push she needed to resist.

But the sudden wave of stress pushes her towards a smoke. Instead she inhales sharply and nudges Baatar awake.

"You’ve had a long night. Why aren't you asleep yet?" He replies after a brief period of quite.

She can’t answer, because she can’t exactly place the reason herself. Maybe the past has decided to surface itself again because she had ended her tour with such a nostalgic song. She was so young…

Finally she answers. "I’m just thinking. Thinking too much perhaps."

"About?"

It is a great many things with varying degrees of distressfulness. So she starts with the least pressing, the one that everyone on that bus could understand. “I’m just wondering. How it is that we can have a rivalry with a band that's only about a month old…a band that's made up of four children."

"It only took them that month to ruin our tour." Baatar points out. “And they sure can drink like adults…”

"Maybe we should just forget about that." Kuvira mutters, had Fire Of Agni even ruined their tour or had they just been trying to shift the blame? “We’ve never even met them.” She doesn’t think that their brief encounter truly counted as meeting them. Frankly, the more she thinks about it the better it sounds. They have enough to worry about without fueling their little petty feud. For the time being Kuvira is rather content to let the past be the past. And in this day and age there is quite a lot she'd like to put behind her. P’Li’s even pettier fude with Ghazan, for one. The one that is putting a rift in their band, the one that is probably part of what had almost ruined their tour. More pressingly she itches to forget, once and for all, about the lack of support her parents provided.

That above all else is what keeps her awake on that night.

That above all accounts for the sudden was of somber.

Southern Air Sounds is the most important show she'll ever lead her band through…the last true shot to bring them back into relevancy. The best shot she has to find a name for them among the legends, among the musical game changers. And her parents can’t be bothered to come, not that she expects them to. She had lost contact with them long ago and has long since let go of her dream; the hope that they would see her in the headlines or on a mover screen and go out of their way to seek her out and reconnect.

“They make themselves hard to forget.” Baatar replies.

But Kuvira has already moved on from that subject. She doesn’t mean to jump around on her fiance, but something bothers her so much more than Fire Of Agni. “I was only eight when I took a shine to singing. I was fond of Jazz.”

Baatar sat up and furrowed his brows. “Where’d that come from.” She detects a chuckle.

“I signed up for a school talent show, I did a cover of a Rough Rhinos song.”

That time her words elicit a blunt chuckle. “Of course you did.”

“I practiced every night and I won. I did all of my school work. I kept my grades up. They still didn’t like it…” She trails off.

“They?”

“My parents.” She clarifies. “After I received my trophy I ran up to my mother smiling like an idiot. I was proud. Because I worked hard, and I won. I beat the older children.” She pauses. “I thought that they were going to congratulate me. I thought that my mother was going to hug me and that my father was going to ruffle my hair and say, ‘good job Ku-Ku’. Instead they were quiet the whole way home.”

She leaves Baatar room to ask questions or make commentary, but he doesn’t fill the silence.

“We got home and had dinner. After that I got a lecture about how singing, painting, writing, all of that, were to be hobbies only and nothing more. That I shouldn’t get so invested just because I won a single competition for children.”

Kuvira sees Baatar go tense. She has told him about her abandonment before, in fact it had been one of the first things she spoke with him about. But she has never given him the details, just little hints as to how much it hurt and still hurts.

“A few nights later the school hosted a teacher to parent meeting. My teacher--her name slips me--decided to show my dream book project to my parents. She didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what?”

Kuvira gives a bitter laugh, “How my parents were.” She dabs at a tear that managed to escape. “It was on the last page. There was a question about dream careers. Do you know what I filled in, Baatar?”

“You said that you wanted to be a rockstar?”

“No. I wanted to sing in a Pop-Jazz trio. I even wrote some lyrics.”

“We should use those in a song!” Baatar tries to ease the tension.

And it works, but only for a moment. “I’d rather have P’Li blast me to pieces.” She meant it as a joke, but the look on her face said that her tone had been too deadpan or too dismal.

“Don’t say things like that.” He mumbled.

Kuvira rolls her eyes. “Do you really think that I actually want that?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you.” He mumbles.

Kuvira sighs and gets back on track, with a dismissive wave. “Anyhow, I also wrote my idea of what a perfect stage performance would look like. I was scared, Baatar. When they saw that page, I was scared. I thought that my mom was going to slap me. But...but…” Kuvira falters. “But she...she smiled. Father said that it was ‘cute’ and ‘refreshingly optimistic’. But as soon as we got away from my teacher and into the car, it was ‘a silly dream’. My mother asked me if I was serious about that dream. And father told me that it was nonsense and I’d never get anywhere. I don’t got a word in.” It wouldn’t have mattered if they had given her time, she recalls vividly that she had been crying much too hard to get out anything tangible.

“They didn’t…”

“No. They didn’t hit me. They let me sleep in my bed, as usual. The next morning…” she wraps her arms around her middle, her head dipping some. “The next morning I was on the streets. For parting words my father told me that, it didn’t matter because the streets would be where I’d end up anyways. He said that there was no sense in delaying the inevitable.” It had been cruel.

She takes in a shaky breath. Raava, she could use a cigarette.

Baatar opens and closes his mouth a few times before settling on simply pulling her closer to him, muttering apologies for crimes that aren’t his own. He strokes her hair. “I had to prove him wrong Bataar. I have to prove him wrong.”

“You already have?”

“He’s waiting for our spotlight to burn out, I know that he is.” Kuvira remarks. “We have to win.”

“We’ll be fine. All we need to do is get Fire Of Agni out of the way.”

Kuvira sits up straighter. “No.” She says firmly. “All we need to do is forget about Fire Of Agni, and focus on Wrought Iron Machine.”

Baatar swallows. “Kuvira…”

“We’re putting too much energy into them and not enough into the music.” Just in case he wants to debate more, she adds, “they want attention anyways.”

Baatar’s lip curves up. “That’s true.”

With a soft yawn, Kuvira snuggles up against Baatar again. “I just want to prove them wrong…”

But is it really?

No. Deep down she knows that what she really wants is to win her parents’ affection.

“Don’t worry about them. You have Su and the rest of our family. My mom has been wanting to catch a show since we left the Earth Kingdom.”

Our family.

The notion was reassuring. It isn’t the family she was born into, but it is a family. A family that will welcome her back home.

“Get some sleep.” Baatar says. “You’re going to need it if you want to prove your point.”

She is already drifting into sleep.

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