#while he could go alone he is missing opportunities to grow and isn't able to show his strengths to their full potential

[t-u-i-t-c]

Shinobi 4: It's Here! Paonmaru

[lurafita]

Pirate Malec AU

Mostly raw dialoge that I will likely never write.

Okay, but like, pirate au but with powers (of ones choosing). The premise is that marine Sergeant Alec went undercover in order to arrest the notorious captain bane. When he hasn't returned after a year, his siblings grow worried and against orders, go in themselves. They find the Pirates in some small Port town, partying with the villagers. They spot Alec quickly in the midst, seemingly enjoying himself. Thinking their brother will give them an easy in with the captain and Crew and then they can help alec take them all in. Of course that doesn’t happen. Not only is alec extremely unhappy to see them, he also outs them to the pirates immediately. Izzy and Jace are so shocked it takes them a while to realize that the pirates aren't attacking them.

Later, in a more private accomodation, talks happen. Alec: "They aren't bad people." Jace: "They are pirates!" Alec: "They saved this very town from a tyrant. They beat two of the ten most dangerous and wanted pirates out there and left them for the Marines to imprison. It's because of them the corruption of the 46th unit of the marine corps came to light. the year I sailed with them, I have saved more people than in my whole military career. Magnus is good, and kind, and more noble than a lot of the people I used to serve under. I won't let you or anyone else lay a hand on him. …. or anyone else of the Crew." Izzy: "You are in love with him." Jace: "You could have told us. We could have arranged a covert meet up. Hell, you could have sent us a fucking carrier bird with a written message. Anything would have been better than letting us think that something may have happened to you!" Alec: "I couldn’t trust you." Izzy, hurt: "Couldn’t trust us? Us?!" Jace, hurt also: "Alec!" Alec: "I'm sorry. I really am. But…. Not with him. With anything else. With my life. But not with Magnus. " Then izzy and jace get up and leave the room. Alec stays behind, dejected.

Later Magnus finds izzy and jace.

Magnus: "This might not be my place to ask, but please try not to be too hard with your brother." Izzy: "he said he doesn't trust us." Magnus: "He does." Jace, scoffing: "Apparently with anything else but you." Magnus: "you all are victims of poor Timing. He does trust you. He missed you. Right now, he just isn't in the right frame of mind."

Izzy: "Why? What could have possibly happened that he would question our loyalty to him?" Jace: "And it better be a good fucking reason because he pissed me off big time!" Magnus: "It's my fault. A while ago, we were anchored at a bigger Port. There we met … someone from my past. An ex girlfriend, and the kind of pirate that you really should arrest if ever you get the opportunity. Captain Camille Belcourt. She came to me asking for help. Said she had changed, that she was trying to make up for her past misdeeds. That there were children in danger. Alexander was suspicious, so was the rest of the Crew, but I… I thought I knew her, that I could read her. Maybe I just wanted to believe that she was capable of more than casual cruelty, and that the Version of her I had loved once, wasn't just a facade. Maybe I was just cocky and reckless. I went alone to meet up with her, and she captured me abroad her ship and sailed off. I was her prisoner for 3 weeks, and the accomodations… left a lot to be desired. When Alexander and the Crew finally caught up and managed to free me, I was on the verge of death. It took me almost 4 months to recover, and for a while, we weren’t sure if I would ever be able to walk again. It's still too fresh in his mind. In everyone’s. It's the reason we came here, to get a bit of a change of scenery. Alexander has been very protective of me. Seeing you has most likely brought up some unpleasant associations with the Marines and incarcerations and seeing me in chains. He loves you. He trusts you. Right now, it's just bad timing."

(do forgive the typos I wrote that on my phone and my phone hates me)

[lgcmanager]

NEWKIDS NEWDREAMS 004 (PART 1)

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

(ooc preface: as you'll see below, please do not view this as a punishment from the company and more as a touchpoint and a opportunity for you characters to grow and recenter themselves on the goal ahead. to usage any worries that you might have, starting from november 24, those who decide to stay will dive head first into working reletlessly into 'phase one' of the group, which includes their first album, another music project and a tour)

this time, when the future idols arrive, no one is waiting for them in the room. even if it had been mentioned that legacy entertainment's staff wouldn't be involved moving forward, DAEHYUN and his MANAGER usually greet them. only when the clock hits 9:00 AM does he make his entrance, alone, coffee in hand. he sits at the head of the table and leans back in his chair. daehyun might appear intimidating because of his looks and no-nonsense attitude and until now, he's been trying to share his enthusiasm for this project with the members the best way he could. today, there's none of that. it's mask of, its pure honesty, it's a man with a lot on his mind. he drums his finger on the table, taking in his small assembly before clearing his throat.

"well, this isn't going to be a fun meeting, but bear with me." he begins; a self-deprecating smile touches his lips before fading away as he straightens his shoulders and all traces of worry, doubt and even playfulness disappear from his face. "let's begin with the bad news first: your december debut has been postponed." he raises a hand to forestall any reaction or objection. "this decision wasn't taken lightly, but rather after an accumulation of events, by staff members of various levels, even up to legacy entertainment's high management.

some of it is likely a result of my personal failures due to my limited experience in this position... first, the good news is that we've been satisfied with your various performances during the summer. the bad news is that the staff and i agree that we've encountered some problems. we've wondered what was different between this group and the project origin groups. is it because of the lack of competition? of the certainty of debut? because most of you were hand-picked? is it because i am too accessible or lax? or maybe just that times have changed? the staff keep mentioning that they've never before had to deal with predebut group members who take their preparation period this lightly: slack off, miss practices, go out as they please, or even display… impatience. the coaches and the 'dont-fuck-up-in-public' department all had some general and individual comments, but i've left those home. there's no point in sharing them right now." he doesn't appear disappointed or angered and only talks matter-of-factly.

"legacy entertainment has its own way of dealing with this, here though, we perfer discussing things and move forward all on the same page. this doesn't change that we will need you to show better discipline and manners from here on. to be able to have fun, we must first earn the trust to do so.

so don't see this meeting as a failure or a punishment; instead, see it as a chance to decide whether this is the place for you or not. if you decide it isn't, we understand, and you'll be allowed to return to legacy entertainment without prejudice. after all, we did pluck out five of you without your consent and brought four others, who, while knowing they were moving to USGEN, also don't know what we want USGEN to be." he takes a short pause there, probably to let his audience digest everything that's just been said.

"i'd like to begin by explaining how this subsidiary came to be.

when our contract period neared its end, the members and i had an honest talk. though we were - literally - raised by legacy, we felt like, after 15 years, our loyalty had repaid them enough. we all shared goals and intentions, and all agreed that the constraints of staying under legacy weren't worth it. while discussing all this, the idea of making our label came about. maybe it's because we've been together for so long, but we all shared the same desires; we wanted to create a space where we would be comfortable and leave the corporate behind us. rather than be governed by a ceo we'd see once a year, we wanted a place where even the newest part-timer could access the top brass, similar to a start-up. with this mindset, we created USGEN. through some great luck, legacy offered their backing.

now with more funding and resources than we expected, some members and i could work on a project we had planned for the future; debuting a group. while watching music show performances and various content, we felt like the current groups are too polished, coached, scripted... while the general talent of the current generation exceeds those of the past, they do end up lacking… flavor and personality. so we wondered; why not both?

when we brought up this idea to legacy's directors, they didn't believe in us. but if DBSD is one thing, it's that we're persistent. in the end, they relented and we worked with hyuncheol to find suitable trainees. we weren't looking for trainees who fall in line, but trainees with a strong sense of self, their own brand, if. people who would easily find their place in a group without us having to assign 'characters' or guide their growth. and you all know the rest." he pauses momentarily, gathering his thoughts.

"HYUNBIN, SEOHAN and I aren't planning on holding your hands forever, or turn any of you into something you aren't. from the start, we only intended to play the roles of mentors, to set you on your path, and then slowly give you more responsibilities. i'm not using the word freedom because self-production is far from freedom. for instance, when the company finally let us work on our music ourselves, we were sent back to the drawing board more often than not. even while preparing mzsd, we were given certain parameters to work within; things like concept and image overlap with other legacy groups." he explains. "the performance positions we assigned you? they are part of the responsibilization. they were given to ease you into working together as an independent group with the confidence to operate with minimal oversight by the coaches.

that's the vision we have for this group. we don't have a master plan for any of you, nor do we want one person in a position more than another; your positions simply currently reflect your strengths and skills. none of it is static, and how you choose to develop yourself is the only limiting factor. as long as you remember that you are part of a team. yes, there will be times when you'll need to compromise for the sake of the group, but there wil also be other times when others will have to do so too. the group is the sum of all its members; you are all equal in this." daehyun pauses again, this time to drink his coffee.

 so, for now, i need you to think on all i said today, do a serious introspection and ask yourself if you really want to be here. maybe the way us gen works is not for you, and that's fine. if you decide to stay, you need to show up at work, you need to be a team player and accept that there's still a lot left to learn.

again, please, do not see this as punishment or feel targeted. in fact, none of what i've said might apply to you personally but does reflect on your team as a whole. you have SIX WEEKS to make your choice. until then, there will be no lessons. you're essentially on vacation. If you desire, you can come to do some solo practice, but no coach will be available to assist you. i sincerely recommend taking at least a week off before returning since you will NOT have a january break.

which reminds me, you were supposed to move to your official dorm during the week. we've decided to move forward with that. however, only the group members may move in. so, once your decision is made, you may either move to the mzsd dorms OR ask HYUNCHEOL to return to the trainee dorms."

finally done with the meeting, daehyun seems to perk up as he stands up and picks up his coffee, ready to exit the room. "until next time!" almost out of the door, he pauses in his steps and snaps his fingers. "oh! right! if you want to record diaries during this period, feel free to ask the staff for a camera." and with these last words, he's out the door.

ABOUT US GEN

as some might have noticed, this is in reaction of certain things that happened during the trimester. from the beginning, daehyun who acts as ceo of the company, has been present and hands-on in the group's preparation, unlike legacy entertainment, where if the ceo is ever present at a meeting, hyuncheol will still usually lead the meeting. this has been done on purpose. there are no buffers between the group, directors and producers. this easy access has its pros and its cons both ic and ooc. all we ask is that you do not create too much drama as to not give us too much additional work ( haha ).  i will reveal now that, after their debut, the group will have official channels and ways to suggest ideas and talk directly with daehyun or their manager.

DORMS

as mentioned above, should your muse decide to stay, they will move to mzsd's real dorm. unfortunately, their dorms is a little further away from the other debuted artists. on the other hand, they are moving in a 3 STOREY apartment situated on the 18th FLOOR of a gated building.

the FIRST FLOOR has a large living/dining room with an open kitchen, one full bathroom, two large bedrooms, and a third with an adjointed bathroom.

the SECOND FLOOR has a living room area, kitchenette (a fridge, counter, sink, and a small over), two bedrooms, one bathroom, and access to a fully furnished private patio.

finally, the THIRD FLOOR is a single area that will be used to store suitcases and extra clothes.

FIRST FLOOR

- ROOM A: HWANG MINKI & KURAMOTO MISAKI

- ROOM B: HAN NOEUL & LAI WENJUN

- ROOM C (with bathroom): MANAGER

SECOND FLOOR

- ROOM A: BAEK BYEONGKWAN  & MAE JASPER

- ROOM B: XUE YICHEN & SUNG HANEUL

MEET ROH KYUHYUN

upon moving into the dorm, their official manager, ROH KYUHYUN, will welcome them. a man in his late 30s, he's someone who manages to keep his composure in all situations. he isn't here to babysit the members as they are adults, but expects them to respect the company rules and not get in trouble.

AFTER THE FIRST WEEK out of 6 has passed, KYUHYUN give, to the members who have moved in, the list of skills the company expects them to work on. those are just pointers, it's up to the muse to decide whether or not to work on them.

BAEK BYEONGKWAN: dancing, lyrics composition, hosting

HAN NOEUL: lyrics composition (noeul is on the right trajectory, he will be requested to think about the future solo gigs he'd like to have and work on the corresponding skills)

HWANG MINKI: hosting, variety

KURAMOTO MISAKI: no skills (misaki is on the right trajectory, he will be requested to think about the future solo gigs he'd like to have and work on the corresponding skills)

LAI WENJUN: hosting, variety, music composition

MAE JASPER: hosting, variety

SUNG HANEUL: performance skills (haneul is on the right trajectory but needs to continue honing his singing, rapping, dancing and performance)

XUE YICHEN: no skills (yichen is on the right trajectory, he will be requested to think about the future solo gigs he'd like to have and work on the corresponding skills)

OTHER Q4 SCHEDULE

SEPTEMBER 16: appearance on 'novascope' with nova [ ALL ]

OCTOBER 26: date lottery season 4 ep. 2 [ BK ]

NOVEMBER 9: date lottery season 4 ep. 4 [ BK ]

NOVEMBER 28: intimate note ep. 3 [ NOEUL & YICHEN ]

DECEMBER 1: star top pet care ep. 7 [ SAEM ]

DECEMBER 5: intimate note ep. 4 [ NOEUL & YICHEN ]

DECEMBER 8: star top pet care ep. 8 [ SAEM ]

(the variety shows' missing episodes will be airing in Q1 2025)

DECISION

if you are NOT interested in staying in MZSD, you have until OCTOBER 19, 2024 11:59PM EDT to message the main about it. any muses who don’t send a message to the main will move forward with the group. if you choose to leave the group, your muse will become eligible for the regular trainee mission.

REQUIREMENT

DECISION: write a 300+ words solo either about your muse recording the entry where they take the decision to stay OR about your muse moving into the dorm for +3 SKILL POINTS, +3 NOTORIETY !

FREE TIME: write a 300+ words solo or headcanon about how your muse has used their free time for +6 SKILL POINTS, +2 NOTORIETY !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:nknd on your threads and solos ! to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before NOVEMBER 23, 2024 11:59 EDT.

    MUSE NAME ∙ NKND 004     - DECISION: +3 SKILL POINTS DISTRIBUTION +3 notoriety [ LINK ]    -  FREE TIME : +6 SKILL POINTS DISTRIBUTION +2 notoriety [ LINK ]

MZSD'S VARIETY

from january, MZSD will begin filming their PERMANENT YOUTUBE VARIETY SHOW. just like the group itself, the show premise is 'for fans to spend a FUN and FRESH time with the group'. while some content will be prepared by the staff, most of it will actually be up to the boys themselves. any member who wish to produce a segment of the first season (3 episodes) may submit the following form ONCE to the LGCMANAGER blog before DECEMBER 28, 2024 11:59 EDT. note that they are limited to film anywhere WITHIN the company's building. additionally, if you have suggestions for the name of the show, feel free to also send them !

    MUSE NAME ∙ MZSD'S VARIETY     - name suggestion:     - muse's segment:

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Annoying Yet Endearing

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) Summary: Xavier isn't acting like himself. His partners can all see it, but they choose not to say anything for a while. It drags on and on to the point where they can't turn a blind eye anymore. Warnings: Depression, mentions of bad parenting, mentions of suicide Word Count: 6,934 Ship(s): Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin/Xavier Thorpe/Ajax Petropolus/Enid Sinclair

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A/N: So I'm back on my bullshit with this poly ship. Make sure to head the tags as you continue on, this fic is pretty dark even if there's some good fluff at the end to make up for it. Thank you all for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

The Summer break had felt like it went on forever for each of the members of the polycule. Tyler had been the only one, other than a few of the vampires, that had to stay behind at Nevermore; it wasn’t like he could return to town after it was revealed that he had caused the murders because of the subservient monster that lived inside of him. Enid loathed her entire family because she didn’t like the rough-and-tumble of her brothers and her mother was trying to pick her apart every chance she got. Xavier was left wandering the seemingly endless halls of his father’s mansion, alone with the small exception of the maids from noon to two every day. Ajax despised being home because neither of his parents were great about making sure that they controlled their snakes and he often spent weeks at a time stoned. Wednesday was miserable despite the fact that she liked her family because she was subjected to watching her parents be overly affectionate with each other.

Wednesday’s parents had offered to have all of her partners come and stay with her for the duration of the Summer and she had originally told them, flat out, that she wouldn’t let her parents anywhere near her partners until long after they were married. It was about halfway through July when she decided that she was going to die unless she saw one of them and she was rather keen on living long enough to find a publisher that would accept her manuscript after the last one.

Tyler was able to leave the school grounds and come and stay with her under the express instruction that he not go gallivanting around in the town near where Wednesday lived. It was part of the ruling of the Outcast Law System, which dealt with all things supernatural and different from the things that usual judges were used to handling, that Tyler not be around Normies any more than absolutely necessary until they did some more research on his specific hyde to keep him from killing more innocents. 

The whole polycule thought that part of the ruling was rather annoying since they wanted to bring him into town and show how much better he fit in with them than how he fit in with all of the Normie kids.

The summer was long gone, now. They had all been brought back to Nevermore so that they could continue their education for another year. The classes and the rest of the student body was something that Wednesday could take or leave as she pleased, but she had to admit that she was glad she was finally back around all of her partners. She didn’t like them being out of her sight for too long lest someone try to kill them before she had the opportunity to.

“Where’s Xavier?” Enid asked. She tucked a strand of her quickly growing bleached blond hair behind her ear as she swiveled around while looking for their missing boyfriend.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t heard from him in quite some time,” Wednesday glanced down at the cellphone that he had gotten her during their impromptu winter break the year that they had discovered Tyler was a hyde. It was something that she had only kept in the beginning because she enjoyed the idea of having a stalker and that stalker having a way to contact her, but she found that it was pretty convenient for keeping in contact with other people. Never before then had she ever had someone that she wanted to keep in contact with as she lived with her parents and brother, and then when she went to Nevermore they could just scry her on her crystal ball. Being able to call and text was useful to keep tabs on Eugene and her partners now that she knew people she cared for all over the country.

Ajax’s brows furrowed together as he dug into his pocket and removed his phone. His screen had a single long crack down the middle of it and the edges of the case were chipping off from being dropped too many times that summer when his father inevitable stoned him every time he looked up from the device. “I thought that he just stopped messaging me and the group chat because I could never respond back. I didn’t really have a lot of time to think about it, though.”

The peppier of his two girlfriends reached out and squeezed his arm to give him some reassurance. “I’m sure everything is fine. I think that his dad might have come home, he mentioned something about that during one of our calls.” She then turned to Tyler, “Aren’t you rooming with him this year?”

“Yeah, I am. I can go check our room and see if he’s there. Meet you back in Ophelia Hall by four at the latest?” he offered.

Wednesday and Enid glanced at each other and then nodded. Enid was always a little bit worried that Tyler was going to have flashbacks when he came to their dormitory since it had been one of the places where Laurel Gates, posing as a herbology teacher at Nevermore, abused and manipulated him into doing things he had no choice in. Tyler never showed any signs of disliking it or being uncomfortable, though, so they tried to let it go.

Wednesday dragged both of her other partners away from the prying eyes of the people around them. She didn’t like being affectionate in public because she didn’t care for constantly being compared to her overly close parents. She knew that eventually they would stop doing that, when she was old enough to be distanced from her family and become her own person, but for now she was stuck in their shadow.

Tyler carried through the hall while ignoring the way that the other students turned and stared at him. He had gotten used to that since he transferred over the asylum so that he could attend school and adjust back to being a person, even if he was a person with a monster inside of him. A lot of the students at Nevermore still knew him from reputation alone since his partners were so aggressively protective of him and didn’t want to let anyone get close to him. The only people that knew him well enough to understand the difference between him and his monster were the vampires that he had spent the summer with.

He paused when he got to the outside of his dorm room. He raised his hand up and knocked twice to let the other man know that he was coming in before he fully entered. “Hey Xav? You in here?”

The other teenager was, in fact, not there.

His things were spread out over his half of the room but they looked a lot different than they had the year before. His desk had a neat stack of books along the wall, held up by two matching figurine in the shape of mange-ridden cats. Tyler knew that they had been Xavier’s godmother’s last gift to him before she died. The wall was still devoid of art from where it had all been taken down for the summer break. The wardrobe was just open enough to reveal the line of pressed clothing and hoodies that made up Xavier’s choice of clothing. It would no doubt all be rumpled and disorderly by the end of the week, but it was always clean and pristine when he moved in. The little half bath that they shared had Xavier’s toothbrush in his holder, the one on the left, and a couple of other items that signified he had finished moving in.

Tyler could specifically point out all of the items that Xavier had brought with him to make their room more hospitable but at the same time it felt like the space was still devoid of the other boy. His boyfriend wasn’t there physically, as he hadn’t called back to Tyler, but it also felt like he wasn’t there in the metaphorical sense.

The hyde pursed his lips and then turned on his heel and quickly left his dorm room. He walked back through the crowded halls, dodging around the families that were all dropping their children off for the school year and having a rather hard time letting go. Days like today were hard for him overall, so he was glad that he had a mission to keep himself busy. Oftentimes, when he was surrounded by this much love and parental affection, he wished that hydes had been better understood sooner so that his mother could be the one bringing him to school. He was glad that his father no longer had a single interest in if he was alive and what he was doing.

He walked across the grounds until he got to the semi-secluded shed in the corner of the property where his boyfriend usually sequestered himself when he was in a mood. At first, when he had begun to attend Nevermore and had gotten the run down of all the social cliques from Enid, he had thought that the whole ‘tortured artist’ schtick had been just that. After all, he had talked with Xavier several times before and had seen a very different image to that.

The Xavier that he had originally met, outside of the time that he had been crying and begging them not to hurt him anymore after they finished destroying his mural, was mean and snappish. He was quick to anger and eager to say something biting to Tyler every time the two of them were remotely close proximity to each other.

After a while, though, Tyler had come to know the person that Xavier actually was. He had taken time to talk with him and get to know what was going through the other boy’s mind. While the mean spirited person that Tyler had the joy of interacting with during the year that they weren’t going to the same high school was still there, he was a very shallow version of Xavier. The aforementioned seer had a lot of trauma from being left alone often as a child and losing someone very close to him very young. He suffered from nightmares that made it difficult to sleep and was plagued by visions that would possess him until he had finished an entire painting without even realizing that he had picked up the brush.

Xavier also suffered a fair bit from barely-treated newly diagnosed depression and hid it away from his partners as much as he could. None of his friends nor his ex-girlfriend Bianca were aware that he suffered with it, often finding it too hard to do anything other than sleep after he finished with his schoolwork for the day. Art was one of the only things that brought him joy, which is why he spent so much time drawing and painting instead of dealing with his feelings.

The art shed was a place where he could create as he wished without being disturbed by anyone other than his partners. Every other member of the school either thought that the building was used to store equipment or knew that it wasn’t somewhere they were welcome to go exploring. Tyler knew that he and their girlfriends were exempt from that though, as Xavier often welcomed their presence as long as they didn’t bother him too much once he finally got in the zone.

The thought of getting to spend some of that type of time with his boyfriend made his heart flutter in his chest. Tyler was a sucker for quality time, so parallel play was one of his favorite ways to be close to his partners and show them that he loved them.

He pressed open the door with one hand and felt all of the joy drain out of him at once. He knew that Xavier had packed up some of his larger projects to take back with him over the summer so that he could actually finish them, but he also distinctly remembered the shed still being full of finished paintings and other miscellaneous art supplies.

Now, the walls were completely bare save for the hooks where paintings and drying canvases should be. The shelves were coated in a thin layer of dust but there weren’t even rings for where the bottles of paint should be. The floor was swept clean of any shavings from charcoal or pencils, spick and span like the inside of the dorm rooms. The only sign that this shed had been used for something other than storage or sat empty for years was the singular easel propped up against the wall in the corner.

“What the fuck?” Tyler whispered to himself. He took a step in to make sure that what he was seeing wasn’t an elaborate illusion. The shed was just as empty inside as it had been when he was standing outside, which was confusing and worrying.

Tyler was well aware that the principal they had gotten after Weems’ untimely death at the hands of his late Master allowed Xavier to continue to use the shed, so the only reason that the shed was empty was a worrying one. It could have been because Xavier had gotten somewhere else to do his art, somewhere they was warmer and more protected, but the more likely solution was that it had been cleared out by someone. Tyler was desperately hoping that it was another student and not one of the teachers so Xavier wouldn’t be in trouble.

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it or wait around to see if the perpetrator of the crime were to come back as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and flicked it open to see that it was a text from Enid, saying that Xavier had come to their dorm room. Apparently there had been a series of miscommunications and the other boy had been wandering around the quad and the Nightshade’s secret library while trying to look for them. 

The Hyde quickly turned around and jogged back across they grounds so that he was back at the buildings. He slipped into the quad and then started down the long hallways that led to the dormroom portion of the school. As soon as he was up in Ophelia Hall, all of the worries he had about the lack of art supplies in both the shed and their shared dorm room had slipped from his mind. Those thoughts were instead replaced with eager daydreams about what kind of things the five of them would get up to now that they were all back together.

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Ajax was spread over Tyler’s bed so wide that for a moment, he was worried that the frame was going to collapse. Then he remembered that he had been issued the steel frame just in case something happened and the Hyde tried to destroy the room, which wasn’t totally out of the question even if it got less likely by the day.

The gorgon was wearing one of Xavier’s huge Nevermore sweaters. On Xavier it hugged his tall, lithe frame in the best way possible, bringing attention to the way that his back muscles rippled when he reached down to do something. On Ajax it hung over his hands at least three inches past the cuff and fell to at least his mid thigh. Tyler enjoyed the fact that even a few inches could make such a huge difference in how Ajax looked in their clothes.

He was going on and on about something that had happened over the summer with a childhood friend of his, apparently someone that had been visiting his family in the States from Greece, but Tyler could barely understand him since he kept slipping back into Greek.

The door popped open and Xavier walked through, which made Tyler’s heart drop. He adored his boyfriend with every fiber of his being, with his entire soul, but something had been off for a while now and the Hyde had been yet to figure out what that was. He had just noticed enough of a change in the other teenager’s body language and their day-to-day interactions to know that he should be concerned.

He was trying to give it time and not bring it up because he knew that Xavier struggled with his depression the most after he had see his father, but it was getting hard. He was so worried and he just wanted to be able to check in and do what he could to try and make his boyfriend any bit happier that he could. Tyler knew that was limited, but there was always the chance that he could do something and he desperately wanted to know what that was this time around.

“Hey Xav,” Tyler greeted with his excited puppy-dog smile. Apparently Enid loved it when he looked like that, she said that if he could physically have cartoon hearts for eyes then he would.

“Hey,” the seer whispered. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Tyler’s mouth.

Ajax reached his hand out towards the other teenager and let out a little whiny noise. “Xavier! I’ve been waiting for you for forever, what gives, man?”

That was something that they were working on, trying to get Ajax to stop calling their boyfriend by terms that dude-bro macho men called each other on the regular. It was something that Ajax did to everyone though, so they didn’t feel the need to bring it up in a formal setting and instead were just encouraging the other nicknames he used while ignoring those specific ones.

Xavier dumped his books down onto his bed and then leaned over. He brushed his hand over the said of Ajax’s face, the other teenager’s stubble scraping a bit painfully against his palm. He leaned in and gave him a swift kiss before he said, “You need to shave.”

“I know,” Ajax whined. He didn’t seem to notice that the question had gone unanswered because he was too pleased to have gotten at least a little bit of what he wanted.

Tyler, on the other hand, had noticed and logged it into the ever-growing list of weird symptoms that Xavier was exhibiting in his mind. He turned and watched as their boyfriend bent over and collected some clothes out of his chest of drawers, right next to the slim wardrobe where he kept his hoodies and the pressed parts of his uniforms. He then grabbed his towel and bathroom supplies, saying, “I’m going to go take a quick shower. Feel free to hang out with the girls without me. I’ve got a lot of homework tonight.”

Ajax let out a whine. Tyler knew that his boyfriend wasn’t able to pick up on a lot of social cues because of the way that being turned to stone effected his brain’s ability to fire neurons down pathways (it had taken him quite a lot of time to figure out that’s what Enid meant as opposed to smoking pot, though their gorgon partner was rather partial to that as well) but this felt a bit egregious. “You’ve never had this homework before and I’ve gone to school with you for two years!”

“I just wanted to try and get as many of my credits out of the way possible. Spent too much time focusing on electives last year,” Xavier explained with a half-shrug.

Every bit of what was happening was upsetting and distressing, which made the monster inside of him let out discontent noises in his mind. Tyler felt his mouth dip down into a frown before he realized what it was doing. “Right,” he nodded. “Well if you get done early then feel free to come and hang with us too. We enjoy your company.”

Instead of saying something about how mushy Tyler was or even making that sarcastic little ‘awe’ noise that he only shared with the Hyde, Xavier just gave his roommate a nod and then slipped from the room.

That wasn’t the response that Tyler thought he was going to get from saying that and he was beginning to get increasingly worried. Xavier’s behavior wasn’t normal and it was getting to the point that he was worried the other teenager had been possessed or body-swapped. He remembered all of the times in the past couple of days that he had tried to ask to see Xavier’s current project, something the other teenager was usually happy to show and talk about, only to be redirected to something else. The times that he tried to bring up the art shed, which was falling into disrepair again and also completely lacking in art supplies, he had been ignored entirely. When he tried to engage in romantic activities without the rest of their polycule being present he was told that Xavier had homework.

Tyler decided then and there that he had had enough. He turned towards Ajax after slamming his textbook so hard that the gorgon jumped. He felt a little bad for that but he had other things to worry about at the moment so he held off on apologizing for the time being. He asked, “Have you noticed Xav acting weird or off?”

“I mean, yeah,” Ajax nodded. “That was why I asked him what was wrong.”

The Hyde pursed his lips. He got up and tugged on a pair of shoes before he grabbed Ajax’s hand and dragged him from the dormroom. It took one pair of stairs and a hallway containing two identical, creepy statues before they were standing in front of their girlfriends’ dorm room. The new supervisor for Ophelia Hall understood how futile it was to try and keep teenagers of the opposite sex out of the dorm rooms and so just gave a stern warning that she didn’t want any pregnancy or STIs that she had to deal with helping them treat. They also had a pretty stern sound limit past ten at night.

Tyler knocked on the door. The monster inside of him was still growling in the back of his mind, pacing uncomfortably close to the surface like at any point he was going to get discontent and jump out. Tyler didn't want to shift right now because he had to explain with his words what was going on and he was wearing his favorite sweater.

“Hey!” Enid beamed when she opened the door and saw that it was two of her partners. “Come on in,” she moved to the side and allowed them to enter the dorm.

“I wasn’t expecting the two of you over today. You should know that you’re eating into my writing time,” Wednesday said as she turned around, straight-backed and stiff, so that she was facing them. They had convinced her that she only needed to have two or three hours of dedicated writing time four out of the seven days of the week so that they could all see her and spend time with her without her being preoccupied by the latest installment in her novel.

“I don’t know why we’re here either,” Ajax held his hands up defensively.

Tyler opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a feral growl. Enid winced and moved so that she was sitting on her bed. She knew that this was one thing she wasn’t good at, since the actual Hyde itself inside of Tyler still associated her and her wolf form with the night that it lost their master. She was also working through the trauma from that night with the new therapist that Jericho got.

Wednesday rose from her chair and crossed over to him. Once she was finally there, she placed her hands on either side of his face and looked directly into his eyes. “You need to use your words. As appealing as it is to hear you growling like an animal, I don’t have the patience to try and decipher it at the moment.”

He took a couple of deep breaths to try and stifle down the feral feeling that had been building in his chest. Hydes were inherently traumatized and fragile creatures, which had the added bonus of them getting increasingly protective over who or what they viewed as theirs. Once Tyler had finished reassuring the monster inside of him that he was handling the situation, he explained, “I think something is wrong with Xavier. His art shed is completely empty, I haven’t seen any doodles in the margins of his notes. I’m not even sure that he’s drawing anymore, which is really weird for him. And outside of cuddling so that we can go to sleep, he hasn’t wanted to do anything romantic with me like he did last year.”

Wednesday pursed her lips as she pulled away from the other man. He half expected her to return to her typewriter and continue to ignore them for the duration of the evening until her writing time was over. Instead, she pulled away from him and turned to look at her partners once more. “I’ve noticed a change in his behavior as well. He spends a lot more time actually shooting when we’re at archery club and he also appears to get more upset when he can’t hit the target every time. It got to the point where I stopped shooting because I didn’t like the way that he was behaving, it worried me.”

“Wednesday being worried means that this is a big deal,” Enid sighed as she rubbed her hand over her cheek to try and calm herself down.

Tyler walked over so that he was standing beside his peppier girlfriend. He wrapped his long arms around her so that she turned and buried her face into his chest. They were both very touchy people, which had been a difficulty in the beginning of their relationship when they were still trying to get over the fight that they had during Laurel Gates’ time as Tyler’s master. It had been almost a year since then, though, so they were a lot more comfortable touching each other and comforting one another. 

The room fell quiet for a moment as they all thought about the information that they had been given. “What do you think we should do?” Ajax asked, looking between all of his partners.

“We’re going to have to confront him,” Wednesday said pragmatically.

“I also think that’s a good idea, but we also need to be very delicate about the way that we handle that. We can’t kidnap him and torture any information out of him,” Enid shot a pointed look to their girlfriend.

The aforementioned dark-haired teenager just folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the post to her bed. “I don’t understand why not.”

“He’s been removing all the things that bring him joy, you don’t see why that’s kind of a red flag?” Enid asked, raising a brow at the other girl.

Wednesday let out a huff but conceded to the point, allowing the conversation to continue. Tyler moved them around so that they were sitting on the huge half-black half-pink rug that covered more than half of the floor in the girls’ dorms. He was the first one to speak once they had made themselves comfortable as well, “Something I’ve noticed him doing is avoiding the conversation whenever it shows up. I’ll ask him about his art and then he just ignores the question entirely. I think we need to tell him that we have to have a serious talk and then make him tell us what’s wrong. It’s going to get hard and he’s probably going to get really mad but this is the only way that we can get through to him to make sure that he’s really okay.”

“Xavier is always upset when we push him into things that will help him in the long run. He snaps out of it and thanks us eventually,” Wednesday said with a little sniff. She was the one that enjoyed pushing their boyfriend’s buttons the most out of all of them, so she had the most experience to talk from.

They continued to talk about the kinds of concerns that they had for their boyfriend before they had finally finished devising their plan. They were taking a risk when it came to the situation that they were in, no matter how they came at it. If they left it alone, then there was always the possibility that they would lose their boyfriend to whatever it was that was eating him. If they did what they were planning to do then there was always the chance that Xavier would break up with them. It felt like the only way that they could really riddle out what was happening, which put them in an uncomfortable tight spot.

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Three days after their meeting with each other, they finally found the perfect time to execute their plan. Xavier and Wednesday had archery together every monday and friday, and they were the only ones that participated in that particular club. Since they would already be partially secluded from the rest of the school so that stray arrows couldn’t hurt anyone, it was the perfect time for them to go and question their partner in a way that he couldn't avoid like he had done with all of the others.

Tyler and Ajax were waiting outside of Ophelia Hall for Enid to finish up whatever it was that she was doing inside of her dorm. As soon as she had departed, the trio quickly headed across the campus until they were standing just off of the archery range.

Wednesday had been telling the truth when she said that she had stopped shooting because of how upset Xavier had gotten when she hit the mark and he was unable to. She was sitting on one of the big haybales that they used for targets and marking where the archers were supposed to stand. She looked as mysterious and graceful as ever, a shadowy figure just to the left of where their lanky yet handsome boyfriend was trying his best to hit the center of the target every time.

It took about ten minutes for him to get frustrated and throw his bow down to the haybale next to him, the one that Wednesday wasn’t sitting on. He sat heavily on it and ran one of his skilled hands down the side of his face. Tyler hated to see him look so distressed and upset. He wanted nothing more than to be able to figure out what was wrong and help him with it.

“I think it’s time to go,” Enid informed both of her boys from where she was standing between them. She had a serious, concerned look dotted over her features. It didn’t look right on her, Tyler realized. That was another reason that the whole situation upset him as much as it did. He didn’t like it when any of his partners were upset and Xavier’s behavior changing so much made the rest of them antsy and sad as well.

She walked away from them after forcing her normal chipper smile onto her face. If one looked closely, they would have been able to see the dullness in the gray and the way that the crows’ feet in the corner of her eyes pulled with worry.

Once she was over by the haybales, she leaned down and kissed Wednesday chastely before she plopped herself down directly onto Xavier’s lap. She threw her arms around his neck and then planted a kiss onto his cheek. “There’s my big, strong archer,” she praised. 

“Mm,” he grunted as he tilted his head slightly away from her attacking force. That in and of itself wasn’t abnormal since Enid purposefully wore too much lipstick or gloss whenever she was going to do something like that with them, which resulted in them walking around with a stain on their cheek for the next day or so. It was odd when looked through the lens of everything else that had happened in the last couple of weeks since getting back from their break.

Ajax and Tyler walked over as well, sitting down in between the haybales so that they completed the little line of partners. “So Xavier, we actually have something that we need to talk to you about,” Tyler said after a beat of silence when he realized that no one else was going to do it.

“I have some work that I should be getting to,” he cleared his throat as he awkwardly tried to dislodge Enid.

The werewolf used her superior strength to keep him exactly where he was, refusing to let him leave. It was something that she usually didn’t do when she was awake, but that was part of the plan that they had discussed. Xavier let out a little whimper but then didn’t try to fight her anymore. “Good boy,” she praised as she pressed a kiss to his temple.

“What did you guys need to talk to me about?” he asked, swallowing so hard that his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

The four other partners shared a look and then Wednesday spoke, “You haven’t been acting like yourself. I originally befriended you because I admired the way that you held true to your principles and didn’t let what others wanted from you sway you. It’s one of the first things that I noticed about you, so of course I noticed when you started acting differently. You have yet to tell us that something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” Xavier tried to protest.

A flare of protectiveness from the monster that was sleeping inside of Tyler’s chest erupted out of him. “Bullshit! You haven’t been doing any of the things that you actually like to do, you have been closer to losing your temper, and you’re constantly making excuses not to be around us. Don’t try to tell us that something isn’t wrong, we’re your partners and we know you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted them. He didn’t want to blow up at his boyfriend, which had been his entire reason for bringing around all of his other partners. The Hyde was so feral and unhinged, even after all he had done to assure the monster that they were safe. Oftentimes, even when the situation was as unserious as this one, sometimes he wasn’t able to control himself and all of his feelings exploded out of him all at once.

Xavier hung his head and was silent for a really long time. 

Enid was the first to notice that something was wrong. Not only did she had enhanced senses because of the wolf part of her genetics, but she was quite literally sitting on his lap. She noticed the growing wet patch on her shoulder from his tears and the minute shaking of his shoulders. “Xav?” she asked as she ran her hand through his long hair. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry that I was being so shitty to you guys,” he sobbed. His voice sounded hoarse, like he had been muffling sobs the entire time since Tyler had finished his miniature rant.

“No, no, babe, we just wanted to know what was wrong,” Ajax quickly said. “The whole point of us having this polycule is so that when one person is upset or can’t be around for whatever reason the other isn’t super alone. We just don’t want you to be alone or hurt when there’s something that we could do to help.”

“Are you going to tell us what’s wrong?” Wednesday asked as she raised a brow at her boyfriend. She really did care about him, but it was also clear that she was the only one unaffected by emotion enough to stay on task.

Xavier leaned back from Enid just enough to wipe at the undersides of his eyes with the bottom of his hoodie sleeve. “Before we left for break, do you remember how I was complaining about having to spend the entire summer alone?” Once he got nods and affirmations from his partners, he continued, “Well I wasn’t. My dad apparently decided that this was the year he was actually going to come home and pretend to be the doting father. I barely got to spend any time at the house because of how much he was dragging me around to show me off to the paparazzi. He also found out what I had been doing in school and about you guys because of the group chat. That made him really angry because he was worried it was going to make him look bad. He wanted me to delete your contacts from my phone but I just deleted the text history and every text I got so he didn’t know I still had them.”

He was crying again, huge drops of saltwater rushing down his face in too-well traced paths. His cheeks and nose had turned a splotchy red and his eyes were swollen. Every so often he had to stop talking so that he could take in an unsteady breath and resist the urge to sob.

“He was mad about a lot of the things that I was doing. Apparently he was expecting me to do something like he did, or for us to become a kind of father-son duo so we could continue to make stupid TV appearances and have faked visions. People almost never want to hear their actual futures, they want to hear good things that are going to happen to them,” Xavier explained with a small shake of his head. “I want to be an art teacher or something like that. I don’t want to have to follow in his footsteps. But he wasn’t having it, so I have actually been really busy. I’ve been trying to take all of the classes that he wants me to.”

“Why?” Wednesday asked, blinking owlishly at him. It was something that the entire group had struggled with when it came to her. Wednesday’s parents were very supportive of her and never told her no when it came to the newest hobby or career path that she wanted to pursue. Their parents had all tried to force them into a box that wasn’t quite right for them, so they related to what Xavier was going through.

“I’m scared that he’s going to get mad at me and do something. He could pull me out of school or he could beat me or he could leave me with nothing but the clothes on my back,” Xavier shrugged. “I… I’ve always been trying to get him to pay attention to me since he’s been busy my entire life. I guess that his reaction to finding out things he didn’t like about me was so bad that my brain decided I had to get positive affection from him somehow.”

“It doesn’t matter what the reason is, baby. You don’t have to please him,” Enid shook her head. “My mom has my whole life planned out for me and it certainly does not include the four of you. I don’t want to follow it and I’m not going to, even if that means that one day she may decide she wants nothing to do with me.”

“My dad had plans for me too, but then I turned out to be a monster like my mother so now he won’t even look at me when he gets called up here to help out the principal. Parents are shitty and they have shitty expectations that no one is ever going to be able to reach,” Tyler explained.

Enid brushed her thumb over Xavier’s cheek to get rid of the newest tear. She kissed that spot immediately afterwards and then pressed their foreheads together sweetly. “It’s one of the hardest things in the world to accept that our parents don’t want what we want and that we’re going to have to let them go. But you’re not alone. You’ve got us.”

“Yeah!” Ajax nodded. “And you shouldn’t stop doing art just because your dad doesn’t like it. He’s never been around you enough to see how happy it makes you and how good you are at it. So you should keep doing it so that you can keep being happy.”

Xavier let out a little wet laugh. He moved just enough so that he could kiss Ajax. “You’re right.”

Wednesday got up from the haybale that she had been planted on. She motioned for Enid to remove herself from their boyfriend’s lap and then replaced the other girl. She yanked Xavier down the couple of inches that he had over her so that their lips could meet in a passionate kiss. “No more trying to be someone that you’re not for someone that doesn’t care about you, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked as he caught her lips again.

Tyler had recently gone through similar parental trauma, so he knew that it was going to be a long walk that they had to go on with their boyfriend, but the other three were just as dedicated to doing it as he was. They were going to make sure that Xavier was kind to himself and took up the hobbies that he enjoyed no matter what it took.

[brandwhorestarscream]

What happened to Wavelength after Sound System took Soundwave

That's a good question! There's a couple of different ways this could go, long term

Soundwave of course has no intention of staying with his dad. Like, at all. This is the asshole that's been living in the lap of luxury his entire life, and probably got his mom pregnant and bailed. That's what Soundwave thinks. He escapes the second Sound System takes his optics off him, probably climbing out the window and flying away. He's not entirely sure how to get back to Kaon, but he sure as hell isn't going to stay in Iacon.

Wavelength can feel all of his son's fear through their bond at being kidnapped, and even though he's terribly distressed and worried, he's blind and the property of one of the mines. He can't go anywhere; even if he could find the exit through the confusing tunnels that all sound the same, they won't let him leave to go look for his baby. Soundwave is probably feeding him information the entire time, and a fuzzy image of Sound System passes between them

He's quietly terrified. This is the mech who, from his perspective, used him for fun and then had him blinded a second time and thrown away when he got bored. He shudders to think what Sound System will do to his son. Begs Soundwave to not provoke him and just get away as soon as he can

Unfortunately, I don't think there's a happy ending here. In an ideal world the misunderstanding would be cleared up and they could all be together as a happy family. But Wavelength's trust has been shattered, Sound System is struggling with isolation and depression, and Soundwave hates his sire for abandoning him and his mother. The best case scenario is that, yes, Soundy escapes and goes back to Kaon, and very rarely leaves his carrier's side for fear of getting snatched up again

But 👀 consider. Canonically in the Aligned continuity, Soundwave was a powerful politician as an adult

If we go that route, then Sound System probably kept him against his will. Held under lock and key, refusing to let him go because he's just so desperate to recover some piece of his beloved Wavelength. Soundwave lies and says his carrier's dead, hoping that this crazy rich asshole daring to call himself his sire will leave him alone.

For the second half of his adolescence, Soundwave grows up essentially as Sound System's spoiled prisoner; he gets private tutors and his files are manipulated--he was born to Sound System's secret late bondmate, who no one ever knew of, and that's why the rockstar suddenly retired, to take care of his newborn son. He has enough money to make it a reality, and anyone who goes snooping around will find fabricated health records and educational grades. Soundwave is never allowed to leave the penthouse, and his ire grows day by day. He misses his mom dearly but won't breathe a word of him, aftaid that this crazy mech will abduct him too. Who knows what kind of nefarious things he'd do to Soundwave's poor, blind carrier?

Idk what happens, be it a mining accident, murder, or suicide, but Wavelength dies while Soundwave is in his sire's custody. That's the final thing that cements Soundwave's complete and total hatred for the higher class. They abused his carrier, took him from his home, and now Wavelength's blood is on their hands. Soundwave's sure he would've been able to stop it, to spare Wavelength from dying, even if be doesn't know how. He remains stuck in his sire's care until he's an adult, when he's pushed to become a politician because his dad insists he needs a stable career. And then, well. We all know how that turns out 🤭 he leaves Iacon at the first possible opportunity to follow the gladiator Megatronus, ready to burn the entire caste system to the ground.

[atinysunbaby]

Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, mention of rape.

Words count : 2.2 k

Previous 《 Prologue

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Chapter 1

Present

My cheeks are burning from the salty tears escaping my eyes. A tightening feeling in my chest growing by the minute. The sobs keep escaping me, making my body move uncontrollably. Chocking from the sharp inhales and shaking from the cold temperature. This moment, forever will be imprinted in my mind. Those images I wish I could forget, unfortunately will hunt me till my last breath.

I suppose it's what most people feel too when they lose their parents. I wanted to deny it, but I saw their bodies. They were cold, bruised, bloody and no longer held any signs of life.

The last time a saw them, I didn't bother much to say goodbye to them. Only telling them to enjoy their little vacation in the woods. I was more exited about being alone then making them know how much I loved them. Now it's too late, I'll never be able to see their faces again, hear their voices, feel their arms around me when I need them the most.

I woke up to my cellphone ringing this morning, answering grumpily, thinking it was my mom who disturbed me from my sleep. It was actually the cops telling me to come to the hospital, but I wish it would've been her instead. I wish she could annoy me every morning now, but it's over. She isn't here anymore and neither is my dad.

I'm in my room, at this moment, crying my heart out. I ran out of the hospital immediately after seeing their corpses. They wanted me to identifie them, but I left with people screaming for me to comeback. I guess they probably know from my reaction, that it was indeed my mom and dad.

People keep calling me on my phone, but I don't answer. I'm laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, waiting for my sadness to subside. I know that won't happen anytime soon, but it's the only way for me to calm down. Being surrounded by people telling me how sorry they are for my loss. A bunch of fake assholes making me feel even worse about the situation definitely won't make anything better.

Slowly my eyes get heavy, I try to fight the exhaustion but fail miserably. I fall asleep on the cold floor of my room, my window open and the sound of rain filling my ears. All of this crying definitely used up a lot of my energy.

The car crash, I wasn't there and I have no idea of what happened. But I see it, something is in the middle of the road and dad just told mom a joke. They're laughing.. until they hit that thing, an animal maybe. It goes right through the window and kill my dad instantly, but as for my mom. The car rolls off the road and fall down a small cliff. Mom's still alive, she's in pain, blood everywhere, she's crying for her husband to open his eyes and answer her. She keeps screaming that she can't feel him anymore? His presence? Her breathing is getting worse the more she panics. Suddenly the door on her side opens and something stabs her in the chest, putting a end to her desperate cries. Blood is streaming down her chin, her eyes looking directly through mine while she takes her last breath.

I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I frantically search for a sign of light, I reach around with my hands. My eyes are open wide and my breath shaky, until my fingers brush against an object. I stop every movement, slowly gripping it and letting a breath of relieve when I realise it's my phone.

I turn it on to see a ton of messages and missed calls. One standing out, my aunts name, my mom's sister. I never talked to her, but mom insisted on giving me her number. I look around my room and stand up to look outside the window, only to notice that it's night time. The reason of the darkness and freezing temperature. I close it and turn the lights on in my room. Then I sit on the corner of my bed and hesitate a few minutes while looking at the screen in front of me. My fingers finaly press on call. A few rings later, Aunt Kath's voice is heard. "Y/N! Y/N is it you?"

"Yes it's me.. why did you cal-" I'm cut off by a loud sob. My eyes widen in confusion, but I soon remember that my mom, her sister is no longer a part of this world. I sigh and wait for her to stop crying on the other side of the line. "S-sweetie- where are you? Are you safe? You're not alone ar-"

"Kath, my parents just died. I'm obviously not partying right now, but I'm okay.. I guess.." She stays silent for the next few seconds, my blunt answer probably wasn't expected, but it's understandable. "Sweetheart-I uhh.. you have no one to stay with right? So.. your mom made me your godmother, i-in case anything happened to her.. will you come live w-with me, here in Korea?"

It takes some time to process what just came out of her mouth, my eyebrows are furrowed. Many feelings are fighting to take control of my body, but the one that wins is frustration. "W-what?.."

"She told me to take care of you if she wasn't there anymore... It was just a precaution, but I guess it really happened." She says with a small voice, trying not to upset me further. Judging from my lack of response, she can tell I'm not that excited about this new information. "I asked you, but it ins't really a choice that you have. It's an obligation, you can't stay alone out ther-"

I hang up, not wanting to listen even for one more second. I need some time to think about it. She's right, I don't have much of a choice. I turned seventeen not too long ago and I don't have any family member here. At least none that I know of. I sigh defeated, once again pressing on my godmother's contact.

She picks up not even a second later, as if she knew I was gonna call her back. She doesn't say a word, waiting for me to start talking. I clear my throat after freeing my lower lip from my teeth. "How will I get there? How about my clothes and everything else in the house? My parents' funera-"

"I'll take care of everything you don't have to worry, just bring the necessary and I'll transfer some money on your account so you can pay for your plane ticket. As for the ride to my house, my boyfriend will pick you up" She spend a whole hour explaining to me how everything will go and I agree after hesitating for a while. If my mom gave Kath the role of godmother, she must trust her. So I will trust her too, anyways I don't really have a reason not to. She's been nice till now and she'll even welcome me in her house, she's taking me in. "Thank you Kath, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if I was all alone."

Days later

I prepared all my stuff, ready to fly to Korea. It took me a while to accept, but eventually I warmed up to it. It's an opportunity for me, to start over. A new life full of adventure, new environment and culture. I want to explore the world so why not start there.

Unfortunately though, I had to say goodbye to all my friends. We cried and spend the last few days together. We promised to text each other everyday and not to forget about one another. Sad thing is, my friends aren't the only ones I need to leave behind. It's hard to leave the place I grew up in, my house, my neighbourhood, my city, everything.

In a few hours, everything I ever knew will all be in the past. Only the memories will stay, the rest, all gone. So the day my parents died, I didn't only lose them, but my life too. The life they gave me. Now, I have to make a new one, by myself.

Landing in Korea

The flight was boring and quite annoying, I didn't know what to do. A baby cried for what felt like years and a couple had an argument at some point. Then the person next to me started to snore so loudly I thought the plane was crashing. I'm glad to finaly be on the ground, the loud voices of people speaking indistinctly seeming to sooth me from what I went through previously.

I sit on one of the chairs in the airport waiting for James, my godmother's boyfriend. He'll drive me to their house, apparently Kath arranged a room for me already. She doesn't have any kid, so she's looking forward to having me over.

"Y/N!!" I jump from the chair almost falling on my ass. I luckily manage to stay on my two feet and not make a fool of myself. Upon hearing a chuckle, I turn around and see an old looking dude smirking at me, maybe in his late forties. "Umm.. Hi can I help you?"

"James, I came to pick you up remember?" He asks while pointing at himself. I'm still unsure, he's looking at me weirdly. I can feel an odd vibe from him. It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I push it aside and nod before following him.

We enter his rusty jeep, the doors creaking when moving. Despite the outside looking a bit ugly, the inside is clean. The only negative point would be the smell, cigarette and..alcohol? Paying a bit more attention to the smell though, it doesn't only come from the jeep. The man next to me is even worst, it seems that he might shower rarely. Subtly, I bring my sweater paws to my nose, looking outside to distract myself.

"So, Y/N! How you holding up?" His loud and deep raspy voice makes me jump for the second time. I turn a bit a towards him not to be impolite and think before answering him. "I guess it's a bit easier then I expected. I didn't think that I'd feel any better, but after a few days it prove me wrong. But I feel bad, to already move on.."

He hums next to me, nodding his head lazily. I wait for him to add something, but the car is filled with silence. I'm relieved he doesn't speak further, not really being in the mood to have a whole conversation, especially with someone I don't know. So, slowly I turn back around towards the window. My mind drifting to the events that happened in just a few weeks, everything is so fucked up. Fortunately, Kath and James decided to help me.

About an hour past since we came out of the airport. We just entered a forrest, James informed me that it'll take a while still. He insisted that I should go to sleep and when I'll wake up, we'll be home. I ponder for some time, but eventually agree. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep due to not being able to get much sleep in the plane.

I wake up when the car come to an halt, a man's voice coming from next to me. Curses escaping his mouth, confused I open my eyes. The events from the previous hours coming back to me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. My body shaking slightly from fear, uncontrollably.

The ride was a lot longer then what James had told me it would be and I slept, only to be woken up by a hand covering my mouth. Horrible things happened in that car and it wasn't a nightmare, no mather how much I wish it was one. He said he would tell Kath it took us some time because of the traffic and the airport. Then he threatened to kill me if I open my mouth.

I can't let him see me crying, I don't want him to have another reason to hurt me. Despite being terrified and completely drained from energy, I swallow the bill in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. While I'm breaking down, next to me James is whistling and turning the car off. Announcing with a loud scream to Kath that we arrived.

"Omg! Y/N! Sweetie you really are here." Kath comes out of the house shouting happily, her arms open, waiting for me to give her a hug. I rush to open the door, but a hand grabs my arm. His nails dig in my skin and I whimper, both from fear and pain. "Remember. You talk, you die."

He puts my bag in my hand, pretending to be helping me. Finally I escape the horrible vehicle and run into my godmother's arms with a heavy heart. The second she engulfs me in her warmth, sobs spill from deep within me. She cries with me but not for the same reason. She cries because she lost her sister and now I'm here. I, cry because I've lost my parents, I lost my house, my friends. Because I've been raped less then an hour ago. Because I feel completely broken and hopeless. The new life I wanted for myself, only starts with even more problems then I had before.

Next 》 Chapter 2

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"

[chromwrites]

❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . — au: perry and andi >:)

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   )

she isn't sure exactly how many days have passed since they made the hard choice to separate— a decision that they both tried to put off for as long as they could despite knowing that the day would eventually come. it was something that came with a lot of unfamiliar feelings for her: hesitancy, uncertainty, sadness, regret. he helped her find the words that could best describe how she felt, helping her pinpoint and process her emotions, and he reassured her that they were all valid feelings, mutually shared. neither of them wanted it to come to this, but she had to leave— at least for a while until the police presence in the area dwindled. 

she knows that he’s more than capable of holding his own in a fight, and she has no doubt that he would do whatever it took to protect her if it came down to it— he's already done so much to earn her trust. but she doesn't want it to come down to that, she would never forgive herself if something were to happen to him and she didn’t do everything within her power to prevent him from being hurt. even if being away from each other hurts too. but in a way she was grateful that they were given the chance to talk things through and say their goodbyes— promises that they would try their best to keep: I'll see you soon, everything will be okay and telling one another to stay safe as if saying the words out loud would offer some protection in their absence from one another. grateful that they were able to spend a bit more time together rather than her having to leave suddenly and without warning. she knows that would hurt even more. 

at first, she tried her best to keep track of how many days had passed— it started as a means of trying to estimate when it might be clear for her to go back home but soon turned into her simply longing to be reunited with her friend. thoughts of him often cross her mind throughout the day, almost everything reminding her of perry in one way or another. however, it didn't take long for the days and nights to feel as if they were bleeding into one another— it's hard to keep track of things like the time when you're constantly looking over your shoulder and on the run but regardless, the amount in which she misses him seemed to endlessly grow. 

she can't help but find humor in it all— she went from being completely independent and content with being alone to willing to risk everything to be with him. 

fearful to return to the large brick building where he resides— the only place that's ever felt like home. worrisome that she might have let her heart overpower her mind and that she decided to come back too soon before it was safe for her to do so and that there would still be a large presence of government officials and police searching for her in the area. 

she knows that going to the underground arena where he frequently fights would also be a risk, there was the chance of being recognized in the crowd, but she also thought that there was a greater chance of her hiding in a crowd, blending in, and being able to hopefully remain unnoticed and undetected by anyone that would be against her and jump at the opportunity to either harm her or turn her in. unsure if he’ll even be present tonight— thinking that if his name wasn’t announced throughout the night, he might still be in attendance somewhere in the crowd or in the changing area and that it shouldn’t be a sign to give up hope. if she didn’t find him tonight, she’d continue to come back night after night. 

she stays to watch every fight, refusing to let her optimism falter until the night ends thinking to herself that it's a big place with a lot of people and she could have easily missed him. 

stepping out into the night— the city felt quiet in contrast to the excitement inside. breathing in the fresh air, allowing herself a brief moment of relaxation as she admires the way the neon lights reflect off the damp cement beneath her feet. it doesn't take long for her to notice a familiar looking motorcycle— blue eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to make out the subtle details that would let her know for sure if it belonged to him. not wanting to approach to get a closer look, just in case she's wrong, the last thing she'd want is a confrontation with the owner if it wasn't perry's bike. 

part of her thinks that her mind might just be playing tricks on her— she's desperate to find him, misses him like crazy, and is willing to allow herself to believe just about anything if it means remaining optimistic. 

a small sigh of defeat leaves her lips before she begins to make her way across the parking lot, her arms are crossed defensively against her chest and she's keeping her gaze towards, having given up on finding perry for the night. walking past the motorcycle— she's fighting the urge to glance over and get a closer look when she hears a familiar voice call out.

"hey—," he sounded uncertain as if he was calling out to a ghost in hopes that she'd turn around and really be there. it felt as if her heart had been given a shot of adrenaline, her heart beating loudly and butterflies fluttering like mad. the moment she turns to look at him, a cigarette drops from his fingers and he pushes himself away from the wall he had been leaning against. he looked as if he hadn't expected it to really be her— but she could see the relief in his expression. 

walking towards him as he takes a few steps closer to her as well, hesitant — not wanting to overstep any boundaries but he's readying his arms for an embrace. she immediately throws herself into the hug, holding each other tightly for a moment and as he pulls away, looking into her eyes— lips part, about to speak, she places a hand gently against the back of his neck and leans in for a kiss.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Dangerous Love (Pt. 01 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

Next part (02) ->

{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

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Opportunity:

Your mind can't help but wonder what will happen next. Where they're taking you. In your state, half-dead, you feel they pushing you on a hospital stretcher. It's a sick pleasure of theirs, to numb you, yet allow you to understand what's going on around you. It's supposed to be part of their torture, as if they could scare you. They can't. The pain they inflict don't reach you anymore, you're beyond that. It's hard to breathe like there's a pressure on your chest, and you feel the fog that threatens to overcome your mind.

“I can't believe we're doing this.” A distracted, dull voice says. They're hovering over you, you're sure, a smile on their faces. These people aren't better than you, you concluded. They're all villains too, only backed up by their position and by the civilians who would never condemn them for hurting people like you.

“I don't like it either, but the orders came from above.”

It must be nasty if they don't like it. You wish you could move, you wish you could blow the fog away and get up. Then you'd crush their skulls on this stretcher and run. But you're motionless, completely vulnerable to your personal monsters. They enjoy seeing you like this, all of you actually, often saying they're job is to make you pay for everything you did. And many of the villains locked up in here paid for it a hundred times over.

“Don't worry, Mark. She will be back with us in no time. A slut like this wouldn't recognize a good opportunity like this even if fell from the sky.”

Opportunity. What kind of opportunity? You've been waiting a year for an opportunity to flee this place. Belle Reve is hell on Earth, the only prison you can't seem to overcome.

“Put the whore in the ship and fly this damn girl away.”

A fist connects to your stomach, and you feel your body moving, jerking up and falling back to the bed. The pain, hot and rough, spreads through your ribs. It happens three times over, and the blows come from different directions. You know why they like to do this when you're in this state. Because they know that, if you were awake, they'd regret it. They know you'd beat them so bad they'd swallow their pride and apologize. You're burning up, trying to make your body respond to the commands, but it's useless.

“Put her to sleep now. Higher her dose.”

You feel a needle in your neck, and slowly, you sink, to the back of your mind. Bracing yourself for whatever comes next, you decided to enjoy as the world ceases to exist, at least for a while.

•

The journey back to consciousness is like climbing an invisible ladder. The first thing you realize is that you can breathe without any restraint, which is always a good sign. Before opening your eyes, you make sure you can move your body. You start with your feet, then the legs, torso... Then your hands... Your hands are tied together, lied on your stomach. But you seem to be functional. Big mistake. Finally, you open your eyes, finding a white ceiling above. No place in Belle Reve has a white ceiling like this. Checking the surroundings, you find yourself completely alone in a bedroom. A normal bedroom, you suppose. The bed you're in is a king-sized bed. Two nightstands, a wardrobe, a dresser, two armchairs. Two windows on the left side, a door on the wall before you and another on the right. One of them must a bathroom. Bathrooms have mirrors and boxes, made of glass, which you can break and use as a weapon.

You wonder what kind of game is this. What new kind of torture they came up with. Make you believe you're somewhere better, safe, and then attack you all over again? They can't believe you'd fall for that. Not you. Sitting up, your eyes are focused on the windows. That man said that is was an opportunity. And you can use any kind of opportunity. Ignoring the handcuffs around your wrists, you get up in a single motion, using the nightstand to support your weight when the whole world spins around. Regaining your balance, you go to the windows, pushing the curtains away. And you find bars. Just a minor inconvenience.

Outside, what you see isn't the familiar desolation of Belle Rave surroundings. Despite the darkness, you can see a garden, grass, and high walls. On the corner, almost out of sight, you see tables and a pool. What kind of place is this?

A noise on the door makes you turn on your heels, full alert. There's nothing you can use to defend yourself, so you'll have to count on your bare hands. Your eyes fall on the handcuffs and a desperate feeling builds up. You start pulling, violently, trying to set free. You feel as the metal starts ripping the skin, reopening old wounds. Twisting your wrists, you try to at least separate your hands, but the metal doesn't surrender.

The door is open and you're forced to look up, hands ready to put up a fight. Your whole body is burning as if anticipating the war you're about to start.

“Miss (Y/N) Quinzel.” The man starts, not seeming to be surprised at all. He's tall, muscular, wearing a suit and tie. “Please, sit.”

“You bought me, didn't you?” It hits you all of a sudden, and a smile comes to your lips. They sold you away like an animal, how original. A good way to get rid of you, you must admit, but unlike they think, you can recognize an opportunity. Allowing you out of Belle Reve was a huge mistake.

“No, I didn't buy you.” The man casually walks over one of the armchairs, gesturing at the other one after taking a seat.

“It doesn't matter.” You stand there, eyes alert, watching his every move. You're also aware of the door, left unlocked.

“I'm here to explain what you're doing here. Where you are and why.” You're not listening, you're thinking. If you move through the bed, you can get to the door before he even knows what's happening. You're small, which makes you fast. If you jump from the bed to the ground in your run, you'll land right by the door. Once you're out, all you gotta do is keep running. He won't be able to reach you. Muscles are heavy, and this man has many. He's slow.

“Do you think I care?” You ask, waiting for his eyes to leave you, just for a second. You just need a second.

“No, you don't.” Lowering your hands a little bit, you notice how his eyes fall on it. On the blood flowing out.

That's when you move. You step on the bed, following your plan strictly. You jump to the floor, opening the door and fleeing. It doesn't matter where you're going, you just need to keep moving. You hear his footsteps behind you, and it brings a smile to your lips. It's been a while since you had a chance to do something like this. The adrenaline, the rush is as good as you remember. Stumbling downstairs, your eyes find a hall, and that's where you go. The wind messes with your hair, fresh as freedom. You find a door, which is locked, but it doesn't slow you down, you soon start moving again. You reach a kitchen, huge, and your sharp eyes find a knife and you move to grab it. The next thing you notice is a window, with no bars. The man's footsteps fill your ears as you climb up the sink, opening the window and sliding through it, hitting the ground hard on the other side.

Being outside is unbelievable. The fresh wind, the dark sky above. When we the last time you've been outside? You can't remember. Move, you tell yourself. Holding the knife tight with both your hands, you start running again, your barefoot feet hurting on the rocks. You soon see the gates. If you cross it, you're free. You'll be back in the streets, home. Just one last set of bars to overcome. Once you reach it, you drop the knife, holding onto the cold, black metal bars. Your head hurts, and you're a little dizzy, but that's nothing you can't deal with.

Taking a deep breath and biting back a smile, you look forward, to the other side, and start climbing. You don't even process what you're doing. It doesn't matter how tall, how hard will be the fall, you'll do this.

Pulling yourself up, a laugh escapes your lips. They thought they could keep you imprisoned forever. They don't know you, they don't know what you're capable of.

A strong arm encircles your waist and you're pulled back. All air leaves your lungs, but you immediately recognize the enemy. You shouldn't have dropped the knife. The man throws you over his shoulder, and you're quick to attack his back. Using hands and elbows, you punch him, again and again, but he doesn't seem to care. His grip on your thighs grows stronger as your assault on his back gets worse. He's carrying you back to the house, and when he crosses the front door, you kick him hard on the stomach. He flinches a little, which makes you smile and kick him once again, harder this time. The man loses his balance, and you take the chance to push him aside and fall to the floor.

There's no time to take in the pain, you have to move. You're pulled back into his grip, his hand grabbing your ankle. You kick him, not sure where, but a groan leaves his mouth. You must admit you admire his strength. Your guards use to be knocked out very easily.

“Stop it.” He commands, and you smile through the fight. He pulls you up again, over the shoulder. As he tries to climb up the stairs, you push, kick and punch, and he falls a few times, but manages to get you back into the room.

“Put me the hell down!” You yell, sliding down and punching his face.

“Damn it.” He angrily mutters, holding both your wrists. The man uses his weight to push you to the armchair, using his body to keep you there. You fight and scream, hurting him any way you can.

You then feel ropes around you, tight against your chest and stomach. When he stands up again, a bleeding lip, you can't move, it doesn't matter how hard you try. The man touches his lip before going away, closing the door violently.

“I'm sending her back to Belle Reve.” He tells someone, saying something else you can't hear.

‘A slut like this wouldn't recognize a good opportunity like this even if fell from the sky.’ That man's voice comes back to your mind, filled with disgust. You can't let him be right. You can't let this opportunity pass. If you're sent back, you'll prove to him right. No. You have to think before acting, you need to stay here. You almost succeed today. In one year at Belle Reve, you never got anywhere close. Here, you have a chance.

Two hours later, the man is back. He doesn't seem to be angry, just a little mad. Annoyed. You keep your mouth shut, watching as he takes a deep breath and sits on the armchair set in front of you.

“Are you done fighting? And yelling?” He asks, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“Are you sending me back to Belle Reve?” It's the only thing you care about.

“No. Not yet.”

“Who are you?” You're struggling with the want to try to set free, to break the handcuffs, to rip the ropes, but you have to control yourself.

“I'm Bruce Wayne. The Batman.”

“You're going to kill me.” You burst out, a particularly loud laugh escaping your lips and bouncing through the walls. The only reason why Batman would tell you his secret identity is because he plans to kill you. “How much did they pay you? Or how much did you pay them?” You manage to say when you finally stop laughing.

“I'm not planning to kill you. I want to rehabilitate you.”

This makes you laugh even more, ignoring how serious he is. He gotta be kidding. “That's a good joke, I must say.”

“Are you done?”

“Are you done, Bruce Wayne?” You stop laughing, looking at him, dead serious. “Because as much as I enjoy a good joke, I need to know why the hell am I here.”

“It's not a joke. I want to prove a point. I want to show people that villains, as they call those like you, can still be brought back to society. Fully recovered. Not everyone, but some might still have a chance.” Bruce's eyes fall on your wrists. The blood is dry, staining the skin.

“You picked the wrong villain, Bruce Wayne. I assure you I don't belong to the group that can be... Rehabilitated.”

“I'm the one who decides that, not you.” Bruce get up to his feet, coming to stand before you, then kneeling. He takes your hands, moving the handcuffs a little to reveal the wounded skin underneath. “I can remove these and clean the injury if you promise not to try anything.”

“I could kick you right in the head,” you tell him, a smirk on your face. “So damn hard you'd pass out and I'd be free to go.”

“If you could do that, you wouldn't announce it.” He stands up again. “I'll be right back.”

You watch as Bruce leaves the room, locking the door. Is it true? Does Batman really want to rehabilitate a villain? You already bumped into the Dark Knight a few times, but managed to run. Now, you're his prisoner. This can't be worse than Belle Reve though, you hope. He comes back minutes later, with a box. Laying it on the bed, you watch his every move. It's something like a first aid kit. He really meant that when he said he would clean the lesion.

“You don't have to attend to my wounds. This is how it works: the blood is washed away in the bath, and the wound is left to heal by itself.” Speaking slow, you explain him how they do things in Belle Reve. A doctor is only called when someone tries to commit suicide. Other than that, your bodies are left to deal alone with any injury.

Bruce doesn't answer. He searches for something in the nightstand behind you, and when he comes back into your sight, he ties up your legs, ankles and knees. “Seriously? Don't you think I've-” You bite your tongue when he pulls your wrists through the handcuffs, causing a sharp pain to spread through the lacerated skin. “That was unnecessary.”

Silently, he opens the handcuffs and you suddenly feel relieved. You feel freer now, even though you're all tied up. You watch as Bruce carefully cleans the wound, wrapping a bandage around your wrists. It's curious to see someone doing such a thing. Before Belle Reve, you had to tell those who worked for you to patch you up. It was always fast, and painful because you just wanted it to be over so you could get along with your things. Then, in that hell... Not even that.

“I will leave you to rest,” Bruce says when he's done, closing the box. “There is soap on the bathroom for you, shampoo, and hair conditioner, as well as all the personal things you'll need. If you believe you need anything else, let me know.”

“Is that your plan? To just leave me here? You really think this will change who I am?”

“You don't know what my plan is.” He makes a pause, looking down at you. “I will untie you now. If you try to run, I will knock you down, and I don't care if you're a girl.”

“Woman.” You correct him, smiling. “And I'm not scared of you, I don't care if you're huge.”

Bruce stands there, thinking. Wondering if you'll run again. But you won't. If you do, he will definitely throw you back in that hole. Taking a deep breath, Bruce kneels down again, untying your legs. He then moves to stand behind you. and the ropes fall loose. You feel his eyes on you, paying attention, but you don't move.

“I'll come back to see you tomorrow.” That said, he leaves.

It takes a while until you finally move, getting up from the chair. Everything you need is Bruce to put down his guard, to trust you just a little bit. An opening, it's everything you need.

Ignoring the ropes laying around your feet, you move to the bathroom. As soon as you open the door, you remember the showers in Belle Reve. How you hugged your knees on the cold concrete floor, under the assault of the high-pressure water as someone held the hose. This is different. Walking around, you notice the small pile of clothes on the sink. A white shirt, light gray sweatpants, and underwear. You notice the white towels, the hairdryer... Taking your clothes off, you step into the box, opening the warm water and letting it soak your body.

You let it all go for a moment, enjoying what a normal shower feels like. You don't need to hide your naked body, the water isn't too cold or too hot, it's perfect, gentle on your skin. You take your time, washing Belle Reve off. You wash your hair too, smiling to smell the strawberry scent from the hair conditioner. Your lilac hair has brown roots for the entire year you spent in prison.

The bathroom is filled with smoke when you step out of the box, drying yourself and putting the clothes on. Staring at the mirror, you wonder when was the last time you saw your face. You look the same, and your not sure if that's good or bad. After drying your hair, you find a brush and starts detangling it.

Going back to bed, you imagine how good it might be to have a life like this every day. Clean clothes, soap, warm water. But that's not your life. Your life is on the streets, underground, beneath an old mall long destroyed. There lies your riches, your money, your things. That's where you belong, where you need to go back to. And you will. Batman won't stop you.

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@redwolf-7 @glitterypinkkitty @mybabyboytony

[ahsxual]

Perfect Day

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: You and Arthur are excited for your first date, since it's an essencial key for your relationship.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: sexual harassment (literally one sentence, nothing too serious)

Word count: 2,7k

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this one... I wanted it to be romantic and cute, yet I feel this isn't enough to express my feelings for him... anyways, I really hope your opinion is different! :)

Gif Credits: @arthurflecc <33

Today is the day I will finally find true happiness, Arthur thought. Last day, you invited him to have dinner at your place, since none of you could afford an actual date, and that way you could spend some time alone. You work with him as female clown for a couple weeks now and that's where you met him: he, besides Gary, was the only one who's truly kind and respectful, not some jerk like Randall who would always make some unwanted comments on how pretty you are. With that, Arthur got the courage to defend you, a gesture you noticed and really appreciated. That's when you decided to invite him as a thank you gift for what he has done (and maybe because you thought he was really cute and a real gentleman).

To Arthur, that morning seemed brighter than any other he had lived: he could swear that the birds were singing to him, like it was a sign from nature and destiny telling everything was going to finally be ok... as long as he was by your side. This time, the sky wasn't covered by depressive and heavy gray clouds like every other day: instead, it was replaced by the sweet scalding yellow sun and the gorgeous shade of baby-blue. Even the stairs weren't painful to walk anymore and the runs to the bus weren't as stressed and tiring as they used to be. He came down the stairs bouncing with joy, like he was a kid who just got his favorite ice-cream flavor for free. People even looked at him awkwardly, but he couldn't care less. Nothing could ruin this day to him.

Once he entered Haha's, his heart started to beat way too fast once he realized he would see you in a matter of seconds. He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly ran to the room of clowns, hoping for you to be the first thing he would lay his eyes on once he got there.

"Hi, Arthur!" you happily said as soon as you saw him, realizing that he had been standing there for a while, staring sweetly at you. However you didn't mind: you knew his intentions were utterly good.

"H-hi Y/n! You... you are very... b-beautiful today." he finally got the courage to praise you, to speak his mind out loud, even if he stuttered meanwhile. He was with his red waistcoat and pants, and a white social shirt, an outfit that suits him just perfectly.

"Oh, thank you, you look really good too! And I'm glad you liked it, I want to look good for our tonight's date." you teased him, just to see his cheeks turn redder than they already were. You were with your date's outfit on, because you were planning to go home right after you left Haha's. You wanted to surprise him, however he arrived sooner than you expected, so you didn't have the time to change into your clown's work outfit.

"A date??" he seemed surprised for you considering your meeting an actually date.

"Yeah, sure. Don't you want to call it that way?"

"Yes!! I mean, i-if you want to..." he correct himself, after realizing he sounded too excited than he should.

"Ok, great! Can't wait for tonight." you said gladly, earning a sweet tooth wide smile from him.

"Me too Y/n, me too..." after sharing an intense and intimate exchange of glances, you decided to break the reconforting silence between you. That silence told and shared way more emotions than any possible spoken word, but you couldn't risk any other coworker complain about you two to Hoyt.

"Well, I'm going to get ready now. Talk to you later, ok?"

"Uh... sure." he understood, giving you once again a thin, shy smile.

You both did your work for the rest of the day, not wanting your secret love to interfere and prejudice your professional life. Both of you knew how demanding your boss could be, so you better not test his limits.

The day was finally near to its end, so you went to your locker to collect your belongings and then change into your clothes, before joining Arthur who was already waiting for you outside.

"Are you ready?" you asked once you got near him.

"Absolutely." he calmly, yet enthusiastic answered. You wanted to overcome your shyness, so you slowly interlocked your arms with his. You could tell that he was a little hesitant by the sudden affectionate gesture and seemed to paralyzed, looking intensely at the spot where your arms found each other.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" you were scared that you crossed the line without meaning it.

"Y-yeah! I'm sorry, I'm just... not used to being touched..." he got upset, remembering how miserable and lonely his life was... but not anymore. That's the past, and now you are more then willing to change radically his and your future as well, putting all that suffering and intense pain far far away behind him.

"It's ok Art, you are safe with me, I promise you that. But if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know." before your lovely night started, you needed to make sure that he would be comfortable: you wouldn't forgive yourself if anything bad happened to the man who supported you and made you feel like the only beautiful woman alive, and you being the responsible for it.

"Thank you, Y/n. That's really nice of you... I really appreciate that." he made that sweet stare towards you, one that makes you melt right away every time.

"Come on Art, my stomach is already complaining." he happily laughed, and you acknowledged his smile.

When you arrived home, it was impossible for you not to notice: he was quiet, yet so observant with everything: sometimes he would even touch so softly your belongings, and you would just smile, feeling nothing but comfort and acceptance. How can anyone consider me as someone so essential and special in their lives?, you deeply thought. But that's just how Arthur was: he always manages to feel like it's only you and him against the world, the rest being irrelevant.

"What do you want to eat? I can make your favorite plate... or at least I can try." you softly laughed, feeling a little nervous by your kitchen skills. You really wanted to impress Arthur... especially on your first of many dates. He then looked at you with wide eyes, swallowing his dry throat from growing anxiety. "What's the matter? Did I do anything wrong?" you started to get even more nervous than you already were, now being you having your mouth and throat dry.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong! I-I just..." he paused for a moment, not being able to look at you since he felt very ashamed. "I'm not hungry... I'm sorry..." he said slowly with a low voice, derived from his embarrassment.

"Oh..." you felt a little sad if you were honest: you bought a bunch of food so he could choose freely what he wanted to eat and make this day special by making him a surprise... but you couldn't blame him: you knew about the secondary effects from the meds he takes, the lack of hunger being one of them. "It's fine, don't worry about it." you tried to relax him, which you did since he offered you a kind smile right after, just like his big, yet fragile heart. You tried to think of something else: you couldn't miss this opportunity to be with him, both of you being so busy with your lives that the time you spend together is absolutely rare and precious, being as valuable as gold, or diamonds, or even more. "I got an idea!" a cliche, yet romantic idea came to your mind. "What about... seeing a movie? Or a tv show that you really like? While eating popcorn, obviously." you winked at him.

"Sounds like fun." he smiled. "But... I-I never... ate popcorn. Never had the chance to try it..." he shyly said. You felt bad for him... in our childhood, it's the most delicious thing to eat, a sweet that brings us joy, happiness and even peace, for some. But now, him being in his middle 30's, how has he never eaten or at least tried it?

"Then seems like you're going to have this delicious experience with me instead!" you gently laughed, trying to make him more comfortable. This time he gave you a toothy grin, staring at you like he was in heaven and you were the only pure angel in it. You blushed at his staring, so you decided to look away and do the popcorns instead. "Make yourself at home! You can sit on the sofa if you want." you offered while pointing to the most comfortable furniture you had. He instantly obeyed you, sitting on it awkwardly since he was afraid of doing something wrong that could annoy you. Yup, that was definitely the last thing he wanted to do... mainly on this special day.

Once you finish the popcorn, you sat right next to him, being way closer than he expected. Not that he minded, no no, not at all, but he couldn't help but to shake unstoppably by the complex emotions he was feeling from the warm and soft human contact... from the most perfect human being in his eyes.

"Before we watch it, I want you to prove this delight first. But you have to close your eyes! It will taste better, I promise." you grabbed one popcorn kernel and signaled him to open his mouth. He instantly felt tenser and his frail heart started to beat furiously because of your gesture. If someone had told him when he first saw you, that he would come to your house and spend these moments with you, he would've laughed by the immense unlikelyhood. But here he is: in your house, with you. He shakingly opened his mouth, slowly closing his big ocean eyes right after. When he tasted it, it was like he was 7 again, living his lost happy childhood: it was sweet, crunchy and tasted like happiness, this feeling amplified with you by his side. "How is it?" you curiously asked while smiling by his reaction.

"This is so... wow." that's all he could say.

"You want more? This bowl can be just for you, I will do more for myself." the moment you got up, you felt your arm being gently, yet firmly grabbed.

"Wait!" he suddenly said, removing his hand from your arm right after, not wanting to scare you away. "I-I'd rather share them with you... i-if that's ok..." His shyness was something you could never be tired of: it's one of the words that describe him the best, making him look immensely cute to your eyes. You felt genuinely happy because he was making a move on you: as little or even insignificant that gesture was to everyone else, it meant the world to you.

"Sure, sharing is always better, right?" you shared a glare that spoke the untold love for each other, yet not unknown. "So... what do you want to see?" you finally asked.

"I don't know... maybe-" suddenly he noticed the tv, that was already on, presented the Murray Franklin show, catching immediately his attention. "Murray!!" once he saw it, it was like his shyness was never there: the carefree and excited Arthur who you never had the chance to meet, was now shown. You even felt jealous for a moment, seeing all his attention was now in the show.

"Oh, you like Murray? I watch him from time to time, the show is really funny." he turned his attention to you again, seeming surprised by your answer.

"You do...?" his grin shined even more once he discovered you had more things in common, one of them being something he admires and even considers as a dream, the main goal in his professional life.

"Of course! Who doesn't like to laugh and relax after a tiring day of work? Laughing is the best medicine for happiness." his smile broke, slowly decreasing into nothing. "I mean, when you really want to laugh, not when you have to." you remembered his condition, so you corrected yourself.

"I heard that my whole life, so I guess you're right..." he seemed mindful, looking and playing with his own worn hands. You gently grabbed his hand into yours.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'll make sure you really laugh, not just because you can't control it or because you forcely have to. I promise you... I will do my best to make you happy everyday." these moments and words were unforgettable to him. He couldn't see his life without you anymore: the only way he could be truly happy is by your side, the only way he could survive... is only by your side.

"Thank you, Y/n. I... I-I really enjoy these moments I spend with you. They're the only thing that make me feel happy and alive. You make me feel like... like I'm real and seen... and you have no idea how much that is important to me." you felt so proud of him for being able to speak from his mind and heart without hesitance, and utterly special for being the only one who entirely owned his trust.

"You don't need to thank me, Art. It's my pleasure to be with you, a man who's so kind and respectful like you. If others can't see it, it's not your fault. Like I use to say, it's their loss for not seeing someone so good in front of them. But I can see it... and we all only need the ones who really care about us in our lives, the rest is just the rest. They don't matter." now was your turn to speak the honest truth. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand how right and perfect he thought you were: it was like destiny was telling him to not let you escape... because you are his soulmate, his one and only person who came to this world with the purpose of filling him, to fill his heart with pure love, compassion and comprehension. "Oh, the show has already started!" both of you were so distracted or, should I say, so concentrated on each other, that you didn't even notice what was happening around you: the world always stops when you are together.

Once you decided to see the show, you shared the made popcorn and some laughs, Arthur always making sure you would laugh when he would. Every time Murray made a joke, Arthur looked at you, concentrated on your expressions while admiring your beauty. It was an incredible spent night: you laughed, ate popcorn together, supported each other... with time, you even hugged him softly, only for him to gladly return it, yet shyly, as predicted. If you two were honest, you would admit that you wanted so badly to share a sweet, passionate and meaningful first kiss... but that has to be preserved for your future dates, since the respect you have for one another it's incomparable to any other: you want things to happen naturally, without hurry, because what begins fast... ends quickly as well, and that's the last thing you want to happen, for sure.

This was the last piece of the puzzle that was needed to finally go forward your relationship: you belong to each other, like your hearts are attached and only function correctly when you are together, like the universe had and still has wonderful plans for you... and both of you are so glad to finally be able to be by your soulmate's side... forever.

[jadelotusflower]

Robin Hood Rewatch: 2x08 Get Carter!

This is actually one of my favourite episodes of the season, partly because I really enjoy relationship angst, but mostly because we get multiple characters dealing with their trauma/grief. If we can't get these guys and gals into therapy, at least we get to see them talk (and hug) it out.

Also the best episode title they're had for a while - I have no doubt one of the writers is a fan, and Carter is so named only because they wanted to make this reference. The assassin seeking revenge for a dead brother is wholesale lifted from the plot of the film, and Joseph Kennedy almost has a passing resemblance to Michael Caine's look in that role.

"Get Carter - before Carter gets you!"

Carter is one of the only guest stars they actually will bring back later, and for good reason.

"Why don't you ever kiss my ring?" Vaisey, always making things creepy.

Marian is simmering with unrestrained anger, eager to get into the fight, while Robin is the one advocating for the watch and see approach, and it’s quite the role reversal.

The gang's reaction to her charging off is quite funny though, she knocks John over completely and Djaq throws her hands in the air.

Robin’s now getting a taste of what the rest of the gang have to put up with dealing with his recklessness.

Tying Marian up in the middle of a melee, however, is disgusting behaviour - while Marian was hot-headed throwing herself into the fight (nothing Robin hasn't done before himself), he knows that she can hold her own with a sword and doesn't need protecting. Tying her hands is the absolute worst thing he could have done, because how is she meant to defend herself? I can somewhat understand where Robin is coming from in this episode (even if he goes about it badly), but this is unjustifiable.

Clearly she gave that guard she clanked on the head amnesia, because he never reports back that Marian was fighting with the gang.

“I owe you my life”/“I won’t take it just yet.” Nice.

Scimitar is still missing in action.

Robin doesn’t want Marian to be seen in case she needs to return to the castle, when he’s spent the whole season urging for her to join the gang. I think he realises he made a mistake asking her to flee last episode without giving her time to deal with her grief, and wants to leave her options open. But telling her that she’s not ready to make the decision (about whatever she wants to go back), however correct, is patronising.

There's a fundamental conflict that Marian wants to be treated like a member of the gang, but doesn't want to cede to Robin's authority like the rest of the gang - in turn Robin expects her to follow his orders like the others, but isn't treating her like he would the others either - he would never tie them up to keep them out of a fight, and Marian has every right to pissed at him about it.

Djaq and Much having a little tête-à-tête about Carter - I just really enjoy that they’re often paired together in these gang scenes, they balance/play off each other so well. Just this pure platonic frazzled vs calm vibe.

Much just has this really great memory for faces - he was able to recognise fake Richard last season just from his profile despite wearing a helmet, and now he knows he remembers Carter's face from somewhere (or as it will turn out, Carter's brother).

Much really just does not let up, and I love that about him. "You'll be disappointed though, with uh, today's wound. I mean if you're planning to go back to the Holy Land and, uh, kill him." That not so subtle probing for information and Sam Troughton's delivery is always perfect.

"Wasn't me, was it?" Oh Much, so close.

“The crusty one” - lol

It's not explicit, but implied that Vaisey and Guy believe Edward was the one passing information to Robin, and Marian is cleared of any suspicion (paving the way for her return). Guess Guy never showed the Sheriff that hair dagger after all.

Vaisey is actually giving Guy some really good advice here, albeit laced with his usual cruelty and getting all up in Guy's personal space.

"Grow up Gisborne" - now I don't think it's deliberate on Vaisey's part to invoke a Marian parlance, seeing as she really only says this to Robin (and once to Much), but it's a nice little callback, however unintentional.

Marian asks for an apology (and deserves one), but Robin doubles down and doesn't come out of this exchange well.

Because his delivery is terrible, but he's otherwise quite correct - as skilled as Marian is, she’s used to relying on (and having to worry about) only herself and not work in a team, and look to a single point of command. But both of them have their backs up - they're two strong personalities and neither is going to give ground, reverting to the ideological clashes of season 1, except now in much closer quarters.

Robin's also not used to being challenged in this particular way, and in his frustration is reacting like a captain disciplining a soldier, not a lover helping their partner through their grief. I do wonder if the conversation would have gone differently if they'd been alone.

lol at the gang awkwardly standing around listening to Robin and Marian fight. Djaq trying to busy herself with her mortar and pestle as Robin and Marian argue around her.

A really great scene between Marian and John aka the camp dad. Marian really just needs someone to listen to her and appreciate what she's going through - Robin is too fixated on the dangerous way she's channeling her grief and not even trying to address the root cause. He trying to tell her what to do, not listen to what she actually needs.

On the other hand it's probably better coming from John, a neutral party without the emotional baggage she has with Robin.

Because Robin and Marian are really being driven by completely different motives - Marian by grief and therefore loss, and Robin by trauma and therefore fear. In her sorrow, Marian has lost all her fear of being discovered, in fact she wants to make it know she's with the gang, to finally be free to say which side she's on and fight openly, to make her father's death worthwhile, and can't understand why Robin is trying to stifle that.

"I thought you used to have your own men Little John?" So someone remembers Forrest and Hanton!

After Carter takes down the gang one by one, Robin takes down Carter in three seconds (including catching the long dagger Carter throws at him, and flinging it back) and it's lights out. Can you believe it's the first concussion of the season? (Notwithstanding the multiple head injuries Allan sustained last episode).

While Marian has been known to be punch-happy, the "he'll tell us more if he knows we're willing to hurt him" is just so (intentionally) out of character - it is however somewhat reminiscent of Robin in 1x08, wanting to get his punch and torture on with Guy. However rather than understanding where Marian is coming from, he pushes her away with the "go and cook something" jibe. This almost feels like he was going for familiar banter and miscued, but is also an asshole thing to say. When their positions were reversed in 1x08 Marian at least tried to reason with him - Robin is seems to be ill-equipped to do the same.

Allan just having a little snooze against the castle wall. He really seems defeated and depressed after last episode.

Marian's corset has a pouch to hold a dagger - or at least I hope there is because otherwise it's ouch time.

Leaving Marian at the camp is again a mistake on Robin's part - it excludes and isolates her from the gang, rather than trying to involve her so she can bond with them, engaging in their outreach to the peasants - who she helped as the Nightwatchman, but never really had the opportunity to come to know. It would remind her that they are not just fighting against the Sheriff but for the people, which in her frenzied grief she has perhaps lost sight of.

Instead, Robin's focus is on Carter, who he rather identifies with and so finds it easier to address his motives, and try and change them.

Carter is in many ways Robin’s dark mirror, what he could have become in the Holy Land if he chose a different path. It’s important that this happens right when Robin is backsliding - he’s trying to save his own soul as much as Carter’s.

Okay, let's talk about Marian’s forest gear - fashioned from the outfit she wore when she fled the castle the previous episode - but dear me it's awful. The grey culottes, rather than becoming trousers have now been turned into that corset, and her vest/skirt overlay have now become those trousers. Just baffling.

“I’m good with nuns” followed by Allan straight up knocking the Mother Superior over and stealing her ring is iconic.

Much gives Robin a sword to use going after Carter - still no scimitar.

I really love the confrontation/fight scene between Robin and Carter - it's very well choreographed and written, but we also see the best of Robin's character (after seeing some of the worst earlier).

Carter's brother is called Thomas - Allan's brother was called Tom. Lots of dead brothers in this show (including Djaq's).

The story of Carter's brother Thomas dying because he "stopped listening" and led a raid against orders is a little on the nose, but gives context to Robin’s fear for Marian’s safety in part triggered by his war trauma - someone charging in against orders and then dying in his arms.

But it shows Robin as a man who, even when Thomas' recklessness had cost not only his own life but others of Robin's men, was still moved to instruct the stretcher-bearers to make Thomas the hero, and himself the negligent captain, in order to comfort his family.

The fight is fairly even, and although Robin gets the upper hand in the end, it's only partly his skill - rather his true strength is in reaching the man inside the assassin, and then surrender and allow Carter to take his revenge if that's what he wants, and despite his fear, trust that there is good still in him, and that he can leave behind the life as a killer as Robin has done (tried to do).

This scene is the core of why I really love Robin as a character. He's riddled with PTSD and a reckless bravado, he's at time emotionally stunted with those he loves, makes terrible mistakes and often says the wrong thing, but he also has this great heart and compassion that allows him to reach people, to understand and help them, even at the risk of his own life. He's trying.

"He was a hero - just not on that day" is quite a poignant line.

Much and Djaq together again, just saying.

Robin finally finds out that Roger of Stoke was intercepted. I had assumed he'd figured that out once he knew Allan was a traitor but okay.

Poor Much crying out for Robin's attention - he's got his own trauma from the war and wants to talk about it, to commiserate with Robin about what they went though, but Robin can only cope by not talking about it, not even thinking about it.

Much makes a good point that Robin should have listened to him about recognising Carter, but it comes across as jealously over Marian and Robin misses just how deeply Much carries his hurt.

One of Robin's biggest flaws is that he's overwhelming in his affection, compassion, and understanding for strangers, but takes those he loves for granted - Carter's response to grief was the same as Marian's, but Robin listened to Carter, consoled and comforted him, while keeping Marian at arm's length. Perhaps because strangers don't ask for anything beyond that - it is the granting of kindness, but not the sharing of self. It's the latter Robin truly fears, but what Much and Marian deserve (although tbf Marian has problems with this as well).

“Either I’m part of your gang or I’m not” is a valid point, and Robin's still not happy even when she agrees to stay behind!

But she disobeys him, and saves his life. It's a rite of passage - almost all of the members of the gang have this.

Allan looking rather distressed as Guy is about the chop off Robin's head, and he makes a small movement just before the swing (as does Much).

Guy again pushing Marian past the point of discomfort - she left, wrote him a letter asking him to leave her alone, straight up told him to his face to leave her alone, and still he persists.

Her kissing Guy (to distract him from seeing Much and Will) is really the only time she sends mixed signals, but Guy's whole energy seems to be just to wear her down until she agrees to be with him and it's gross. It is however kind of amusing that he tries to be authoritative and forbid her from leaving, and she immediately walks away.

Robin and Marian are back in playful banter mode, although I wish there had been a deeper discussion (and that Robin had apologised in return). It doesn't quite feel like the conflict between them has been resolved, it really is just a "truce".

But I do like that it's Marian who reaches out to Robin at the end of this episode, because up until this point it's Robin who has been (somewhat) the one making overtures - asking her to join the gang, telling her he needs her, telling her he loves her, while Marian's been more reserved. This feels like her acknowledging that sometimes she needs to take the first step.

This was a long one - but as a I said, I really love this episode!

[urkpoppsychic]

SF9 reading ⭐️❤️💰personality & Love + career.

Note: This is just a reading, it is for entertaining purposes it might not be 100% accurate. Move on if you dont like the reading. Thank you and enjoy the reading 😉💝.

Young Bin

Personality:This person is playful and not that serious as you think he is. He cares about having fun at his workplace than being always so serious. To make other people feel good about working with him. He might be good at doing multitasking. He is a good public speaker, and a communicator. He might be a logical thinker and honest with his words. He is someone who doesn't have enough patients. He is fast when it comes to taking actions. He doesn't have time to wait around. He might be always active and busy. He is someone who will fall asleep easily. because of his busy day. He seems to be an optimistic guy. He might need to learn to say NO to others. Because he loves to help. 

Love life

Past: There could be a woman or lover who was hiding her true self or didn't follow her intuition to pursue the relationship. 

Present: He is the knight in shiny armor, he wants to pursue now or never and feel loyal to her. No one can stop him. He will move towards his lover passionately. 

Future: The woman who wasn't true to herself will rethink this connection. He might also rethink if this lover could be the one. 

outcome: He might see the clarity in the connection that he might be better of single and that when the time is right, there will be the person who will be his true self and be open for him to love. 

Inseong

Personality: He is someone who is very stable when it comes to his money. He knows how to save his money and is careful not to overspend it. He might not be very open towards strangers. He has his own friends and people who he can be his true self. He might have many talents. It is good in almost everything. He is good with manifesting. Making new connections might be a bit of a struggle for him. He is the person who is very charming and attractive and he might take advantage of his appearance to get attention.  to feel wanted and whole. He might be a bit in a player role. because he still needs to figure out how to make true connections. He might not know how to do it right. But he is learning. 

Love Life

Past: Juggling within 2 people.

Present: He is now working with 2 people with the same interest. He isn't even thinking about choosing between them. as if 2 girls are fighting over him and he is standing there and doesn't know how to solve this. 

Future: He will find another way to get out of this situation cus it is no longer serving him. A new passion with somebody else is coming on his way who will catch his interest. 

Outcome but this time he will be the one who needs the chase and take effort for the new woman. before he was a bit laid back and not doing anything for a relationship. But for this new person he will need to put more effort or else he might lose her. 

Jaeyoon

Personality: He is someone who is dependent on others, He might be an extravert ( That will mean he doesn't like to be alone, that he gain his energy from other people and to be with people. ) It will make him feel alive and whole again. He doesn't really know how to be on his own. He might struggle to handle things on his own. how to deal with his money and his self-care and career wise. He might be naive when it comes to his experiences with new connections and with love and friendships. He might be emotionally and mentally out of balance at this moment. He might be a bit rebellious or ignorant. because of how reality hits him. He has a strong will and desire to understand the new perspectives and let the old idealism go. He has still a long way to go. 

Love Life:

Past: There was an unexpected positive movement in the relationship, could be an offer, text message or a call or a date. 

Present: He is trusting in the relationship that he is in. He feels really balanced and whole with this situation. He might be in a romantic relationship. 

Future: He is choosing her as his longlasting partner. 

Outcome: He is a bit insecure or afraid about the future investment. more about his financial stability. He might have some codependency on his side. might deal with some fears or addictions that might be affecting his lovelife. or he is spending too much on his relationship on her feeling like addicted and possessive over her.  

Dawon

Personality: He is someone who is independent and he can take good care of himself. He is grateful towards the little things in life. He might sometimes hide his honest opinion or feelings about something or someone.  He might also sound a bit cocky.  He is assertive and wants to be the one in control and he would like to be the hero. He is strong-willed and is confident and has a high self-esteem and is brave. He might be a perfectionist and well organized person. He has his cold side and has high ideals.  He intelligent and willy and smart. 

Love Life: 

Past: He might have dealt with someone who he broke some rules with or  actions that might be rebellious. That is beyond the Korean standards. 

Present: He is at all-in control with his strength towards a relationship. He is the man in the relationship.

Future: He wants to be honest, and wants to bring more justice in the relationship. 

Outcome: Somehow he might be in a situation that he might feel trapped/stuck. of his own high ideals/ illusions. 

Zu Ho

Personality: This person is carefree and a big dreamer. He is always full of joy and unexpected surprises. He is overwhelmed by passion and emotions towards his sudden focus. have a willpower to keep going. He is someone who won't easily give up on things. He will fight until he breaks down. He might have always needed to be responsible and wants to take care of things but he might dwell and end up being over his limits . He is very giving and romantic. It might emotionally overwhelm him. He might take things too fast/quickly while he is someone who actually needs to do things slowly and step by step. When a change is too quick he might feel overwhelmed and out of balance. 

Love Life

Past: He is ready for a new beginning to dive in. He is open and ready to trust and fall towards the opportunity. 

Present: He is working on himself cus he wants to be fully ready for something he really wants. 

Future: He might sometimes act childish because of his insecurities in his career/financial situation. But he is still wanting to bring her an offer.  

Outcome: He might be not single anymore and be in a romantic relationship. 

Rowoon

Personality: This person is very friendly, intuitive, sensitive and artistic. He is someone who is very stable and financially stable and a great father figure. He might have some wisdom in him. He might be good with kids and love to have celebrations and hang out with friends and family. He also loves animals. He believes that somewhere he can find his one and only soulmate. He has good intentions towards others. but people might misinterpret that. He is a good person. 

Love Life:

Past: He might have been through some sleepless night but it comes to an end for him luckily. no more nightmares and worries for him. He might have dealt with a break up or rejections. 

Present: It was something that was meant to happen to help him grow as an individual. Luck is on his side, unexpected things will happen, maybe a new person or a friend will come towards his path.  

Future: He is now slowly investing in his future to build a long term goal. To build a stable foundation to be able count on himself. so that in the next relationship he has balance in himself and her. 

Outcome: He might be in transformation/ changing new ideas and old things that no longer serve him will be gone. Time for a new beginning. He will recover from the past. 

Taeyang

Personality: Independent, experienced and smart. He is realistic and lively. He is someone who makes decisions based on objectives. He stays out of toxic people. He will not tolerate any kind of misbehaviours in his environment. He is someone who looks serious but he is someone who sees humour in every situation. He is someone who is very helpful and is always ready to give advice. He is materialistic. He makes sure he got the nicest clothes on and the best accessories, He cares about his appearance. He loves to buy his close friends and family nice gifts. 

Love Life: 

Past: He is walking away from a connection or a situation. He might have dealt with someone who he knows for a long time. Like a friend or childhood friend. 

Present: He seems to be still stuck in the past and naive. Missing the nostalgic moments. 

Future: He will finally be in the energy to be on the right track to control his own destiny and his own choices in life. He has to remember that there are more opportunities for him and if he still is living in the past he might miss new opportunities. 

Outcome: He might still have struggles with seeing the truth. He might still have difficulties letting this idea go. Not really ready to see it. But he needs time to accept it. 

Hwi Young

Personality: He is strong minded and confident in his talents. He knows what he wants. He has a lot of excitement in his energy. He loves new challenges and new things and wants to try out. He might have dealt with a lot of pain in his life. He has a lot of wounds. Because he might have to deal with people who take advantage of his good and soft personality. Poor guy :(. But he grew strong cus of this. He knows how to defend himself now. He wants to create a better situation of experiences that he learned. Make the best out of it. He is balanced, harmonious and well-being. He is getting his life together. He might at the beginning be ignorant and different but he grew out of this old energy and transformed into a better version of himself. He might dealt with someone who used to be manipulative. 

Love Life:

Past: There is a feminime figure who he admires and sees her really high. 

Present: He has hopes and wishes about his love life and the person he requires. 

Future: He might feel insecure and might hesitate to move forward not knowing if she would reject him. 

Outcome: He might not move towards the person he likes. He is not feeling secure to pursue her and put it stagnant. 

Chani

Personality:

He is very calm and he shows within his appearances that he has it all. He is grateful and is easily satisfied or maybe a bit spoiled.  He is charming and attractive and he knows it. He might have a lot of female admires. He might be young at age but he would be very great as a leader. He knows how to make others feel special. He might be a bit flirtatious. He kinda loves the attention. He is also a very caring and good father figure and stable partner to be with. He might be a player because of curiosity. But when he found the one his loyal heart will be for the only one. 

Love life:

Past: He is running away from all of the attention and the admires. Run away with his price but didn't expect that this price would affect his heart. 

Present: He is thinking about investing in her and wants something long term. Planting the seeds. 

Future: He is still a bit immature and doesn't really know how to give the person the right enough material offers, He might also be unsure to continue this relationship. He is still used to his old habit (getting a lot of attention from his admirers).

Outcome: He might be in trouble for not understanding the consequences if he is not able to change his habit. He might lose her or feel guilty or regret. Trying to change for the better but isn't fully committed to change yet.  That will be his lesson that he can't have both. Life will teach him to break free when he finds the one. 

Career reading for the group SF9

PAST: They had to deal with a struggle to feel left out in the cloud by their own agency. Feeling a little helpless sometimes. 

PRESENT: There is a sudden disruption. An unexpected change. Maybe a fight or disagreements and things. Confrontation. A new opportunity is going to be on the planning. Preparing for an album.

FUTURE: Planning new ideas in the future. Orientations. Acitvities.

OUTCOME: Open and generous energy. moving and working. The team needs to learn how to bring balance and be equal.  because I see some problems within some members or with a manager or mentor.

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 2

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

Part 1

CHAPTER 2

A good few weeks had passed and you only made a small group of friends. They didn't seem to be anyone you’d ever grow close to though they were nice people. You mainly stuck to having Jinsoul as your best friend in Korea. You guys hung out all the time and she helped you study Korean, boosting your skills in communication. You were really grateful and thanks to her, you seemed to meet a lot of new people outside of your school. Based off of what you’ve observed, Jinsoul was very popular.

 "What are you doing tomorrow?" she had asked.

 You looked up from your notebook to her lying at the foot of your bed. "I don't know, probably nothing or hanging out with you, as usual. Why?"

 "Well, I was invited somewhere and I don't want to go by myself." Jinsoul was always doing something crazy like auditioning to become a trainee or going to a party and there you were, always getting dragged to places you didn't want to go because of her. 

  "Um, maybe I'll take a rain check this week," you replied, not really feeling in the mood.

  She laughed while slightly rolling her eyes. "It's not what you think," she informed you. "I actually have a date." 

  You completely stopped focusing on your literature homework and wondered what she'd possibly want you to go on a date with her for. "You're... asking me to .... be a third wheel? Are you really that nervous?"

  "No, I'm not asking you to be a third wheel, but yes, I am very nervous."

  "If you're not asking me to be a third wheel then what would you consider someone tagging along on a date?"

  "You're not a third wheel because you're a forth wheel," she answered quickly.

  You wasn't exactly sure what that was supposed to mean but you wasn't really up to questioning her. 

 "Please?" she begged.

 ".... I don't know, Jinsoul."

 She sucked her teeth. "Jimin is going to be there," she uttered, making you completely freeze. A sly grin showed on her face. "You can't lie, I know you like him, it's written all over your face whenever you see him."

  "I-I don't like him, I barely- I don't even know him," you stuttered. And it was true, you didn't like him. Did you think he was cute? Yeah. But you saw the way he flirted with other girls at the bus stop or at parties so you instantly was never attracted to him in that sense. 

  "Y/n," she pleaded. "I'll never ask you for a favor like this again. You said you owe me, remember?" 

  You sighed, considering it. "Well whose the guy that has you so hooked?"

  She smiled, biting her lip shyly. "Jacob."

  "Jacob?" you asked, shocked but not shocked. You could always tell she had a little something for him but from what you knew, he wasn’t single.

  "Yeah." She sighed, the smile quickly fading. “I already know what you’re gonna say--”

  "Doesn’t he have a whole girlfriend?" you cut her off.

  Her shoulders slightly dropped. "That was a long time ago.”

  “They were just making out at the bus stop after school last week.”

  “Exactly. A long time ago!” You looked at her skeptically as she sighed heavily. “They just broke up, y/n. He's a really sweet guy, believe me. And I like him a lot. You'd find out for yourself if you go on this double date. And who knows," she added, "maybe you and Jimin might have a connection you never knew was there. You both lowkey have a thing for each other, if it's not obvious to you, you're blind." She then laid back down into a comfortable position on my bed. "Think about it, he's always staring at you."

 You wasn't going to deny that but you always thought that maybe the boy just had staring issues. "If I say I'll go can we make a deal that you'll shut up about this for the rest of the day?"

 Her eyes widened. "Of course! A million times, of course," she exclaimed. "Thank you, y/n!!"

                                                      ~~~

Only 20 minutes into the date and everything was just completely awkward. At least between you and Jimin. Jinsoul and Jacob were hitting it off just great. A little too great. You and Jimin were both completely ignored and all you two really did at that point was watch the two flirt and giggle, completely immersed into their own conversation.

 You looked out the booths window on the left side of you, watching people walk on by as your thoughts began to wonder, one hundred percent bored out of your mind. At that moment, you thought about home and how much you missed it. Those days, you were so caught up in your new life that you tended to neglect your past, not even caring to call back your friends due to your busy schedule and the time zone differences surely didn't help. It was hectic and even if they didn't think so, you felt sorry.

 But alas, your thinking was interrupted when you heard Jacob suggest for him and Jinsoul to go play in the restaurants arcade. She then giggled, agreeing as they both stood up, not even caring to look back at you and Jimin. You guys were practically invisible to them and you were starting to get nervous. You had never been alone with Jimin, not that it was a big deal but there was just something about it that made you sweat.

 You looked over at him just to find his eyes already glued to you with a smile on his face. But then he slowly turned away. And just like that, you guys sat in an awkward silence for a good solid minute or two, neither one of you saying anything or even checking your phones when, suddenly, he spoke up.

 "I... sorry if this sounds weird but I just wanted to let you know that you look really pretty today."

  This caught you off guard , causing you to hesitate and only sweat a little more. "Um... thank you," you said shyly. You had no idea what was wrong with you, you’re not usually like this with boys but something was different about Jimin-- not in a good way but not in a bad way either. It was just that he seemed intimidating.

  He let out a chuckle. "Are you okay, y/n? You're not usually like this. This isn't the you I'm used to seeing."

 You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry," you apologized. "I just find this all to be a little awkward, you'd be lying if you said you didn't too."

 "Yes, it's true," he admitted. "This is very awkward. The things we do for our friends, huh?” he chuckled. “But breaking the ice is the way to make this a little more natural, no?"

  Nodding your head, you agreed. But the only problem was that you didn't know how to break the ice. 

 “What state are you from by the way? I wanna hear all about it.”

 You kind of laughed. “It’s funny this hasn’t really come up in most of my conversations with people here. They just hear ‘America’ and it’s all they need.”

 He shook his head, giggling a bit. “My love, haven’t they told you I’m not most people?”

  “Well,” you sighed, clasping your hands together. “I’m from New York City.”

  Jimin’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. “Whoa, the Big Apple. Very nice place, I’ve been a few times.”

  “Oh, have you?”

  “Eh, not to brag or anything. But let’s just say I’m well travelled.”

  You laughed at his obvious cockiness. “It sucks I’m not from some place a bit smaller, I wish I could tell you about places you don’t know much about.”

  “Are you kidding me?” he asked you, surprised by this statement. “Do you know how many people would kill to live in New York?”

  You knew he was right but you couldn’t help but to feel this way. “I know,” you sighed. “But when you grow up there it just feels so... I don’t know.” You tried to think of the right words to describe your experience but you just couldn’t. “While I appreciate the diversity of people, everyone there is kind of the same in a sense.” He looked at you, truly interested in what you were saying. “We all strive to do our best in school to get into a top University and get a good job just to impress our peers and family... Nothing is authentic and we’re all miserable, really.”

  He shook his head, showing that you had his full attention. 

 “You would think living in a place like New York would allow you to freely show your creativity and do what you want but, no. That’s what people move to New York but for people that live there, we don’t see the big dream when it’s been our whole life.” You began to think about all of the missed opportunities you had while trying to live for your parents instead of yourself. You began to think that maybe it was just you.

  “I don’t know,” you continued. “I just feel like everyone is shallow and I’m living a cliche.”

  He nodded. “Funny enough, I know what you’re talking about. It’s the same here. Luckily, I was able to pick my career path but it’s still pressure.”

  You somehow knew what he meant. You saw the way everyone around you acted. It didn’t seem any easier to you than New York. Mayhap's the pressure in Korea was even worse. “I see,” you said. “Everyone here are such hard workers. I know it must be tough.”

  He shook his head, agreeing with you, somber thoughts seeming to fill his mind as his eyes wandered off. “You okay?” you asked.

  His eyes snapped back to yours. He paused before taking a good look at you, a smiling creeping back up on his face. “Of course I am, y/n.”

  Luckily, Jimin was a talkative person who knew how to easily lighten the mood as he went on to tell you horror stories of what went on in his dorm. You got really comfortable around him pretty quickly. He was a fun person who was really chill and easy to get along with.

  ".... and that, my friend, is why you must always fill your ramen cup up to the indicated line." You laughed after hearing his story on how he almost blew up the dorms microwave. "I mean, I'll tell you," he continued, "Jin hyung was so mad, it was almost scary."

  Eventually, time started going by slow and Jimin began to run out of stories. You both had finished your food and neither Jinsoul or Jacob bothered to come back. You guys had officially been sitting there for a little over 2 hours, the waiters even asking if you guys were ready to pay the bill--more than once--to which, Jimin ended up paying for.

  You sighed, finally pulling your phone out for the first time in which felt like forever. Your cell lit up with multiple notifications that you didn't even feel like checking. You just wanted to occupy yourself with something. 

  As you scrolled through your Instagram timeline, you could feel Jimin's eyes on you. "What?" you asked him nonchalantly, still scanning your phone.

 "It's funny," he started, "us two being here."

  You quietly chuckled, finally looking at him. "What?"

 "Were you dragged here?" he curiously wondered. 

 "'Dragged' is an overstatement, but yeah, she did kind of beg," you admitted. "Why? Weren't we both?"

  "No. When he said you’d be here, I didn’t have a problem with coming."

  You awkwardly paused before making a small "tsk" sound, scolding yourself mentally. He turned around to survey the area to which you found yourself staring at him in quiet awe. You wasn't going to lie to yourself by saying that Jimin wasn't your type but you had to remember why you were there to begin with. It sure as hell wasn't because he asked you to. 

  At that moment, you took a second to check the time. It was currently 9:31pm. You looked back up at Jimin whom was already looking at you. "It's getting late," you stated. "My parents will start to worry. I should get home soon."

  He nodded his head, quickly agreeing. "Yeah, that's totally understandable. I should walk you."

 You paused, unsure of what to say. You weren't exactly expecting him to offer something like that so it took you off guard a bit. "Um... that's okay, Jimin. I can walk alone, the bus stop is only a short block from here."

 He sighed as he slowly began to make his way out of the booth standing. "Can you at least allow me to pay for a taxi home?"

 You then proceed to stand as well, smirking slightly. "A taxi? If you insist... But please let Jinsoul know where I went. I will text her as well but I'm sure she's not checking her phone anytime soon."

 He smiles, tilting his head a bit. "Totally. And you know something, I really had a good time with you." 

 You surprisingly had a good time too. And it was then that you felt that maybe, just maybe, Jimin and you would become friends.

A/N: Yayyy so we got a little more of Jimin! Next chapter, a small (kind of big) shock comes to this small group of friends. Stay tuned!

(p.s. Jacob is below! Him and Jinsoul would make such a cute couple haha)

PART 3

[thismysteriousrose-blog]

If You Knew

A/N: Here's your request! Hope you enjoy! This is a little angsty for me.

Levi isn't one to express his feelings straightforwardly. He is a type of person who waits for a real opportunity to tell someone the truth—the truth about his feelings for them.

At first, it wasn't love. Mainly, it was just about bickering and annoying each other. Levi is certain he didn't like Hanji Zoë. He couldn't imagine a life with her. She is rather too talkative for his liking and too inquisitive. He didn't want the female to pry into his personal life.

Then came a time he yelled at her. They were in their teens back then. He got so fed up with her talking about science and all that stupid facts. He just simply told her to shut up and leave him be. Hanji noticed his patience reached its peak. She muttered an apology - sincerely, might I add - before briskly leaving him.

He didn't hear of her that day. He didn't hear anything about her whereabouts. The orphanage they both lived in since children is awfully silent without Hanji's constant explanations about science. He suspected she ran away—but that was impossible. Hanji had nowhere to go. Like him, there were no relatives to claim her as their own. She was orphaned at a young age. He didn't know for how long but when he reached the orphanage by the age of 9, Hanji was already living there.

Without his consent, she invaded his privacy. She loved to tease him about his height to which he found rather annoying. He didn't remember declaring that their friendship was official. One morning, he woke up to find a sleeping Hanji next to his bed whilst clutching a dirty... object.

Almost every children in the orphanage was scared of him. Levi was born in the Underground. He got used to other residents doing illegal things. Not that he minded, though. He didn't care as long as he and his mother would get food to eat. Levi really cared about his mother. She was like the light of his life. He never got to see his father and he didn't want to. Levi was satisfied with that. However, when his mother died, he was found by a relative who took him to the orphanage.

That relative was probably long dead by now. Levi got used to living alone. That is until the enthusiastic science lover, Hanji the 'Shitty Glasses - according to him - entered his life.

After the small outburst, it has been a week since Levi didn't see the brunette. He hated to admit he missed her. To be honest, she was the closest person to him since his mother passed away.

The next day, he asked some children where Hanji was. It came a shock to him when they told him that she was adopted a week ago. The same week when he yelled at her. The same week! He couldn't believe it! How what that possible?

Shock was replaced by misery. It suddenly occurred to him that he would be back to being alone again with no one to talk to. Usually, he complained a lot of things to Hanji. She always would listen. He would keep her from pitying him, though.

Months morphed into years until he had the guts to leave the orphanage. He is finally of age. He needed to make a choice that he won't regret later on. A choice that would lead him to a huge revelation.

Levi decided to enter the military. He had nowhere else to go. It wasn't because he wanted to be of service to humanity but because he thought he could die with a purpose.

He didn't believe in destiny. He didn't want to believe in it but when he saw Hanji in the barracks later, he was starting to doubt his beliefs.

It has been years. Too many years to count including the time he used for training in order to become a better soldier and succeeding to become one of the best.

Hanji didn't recognize him at first but when he spoke, her eyes widened in surprise and recognition.

"Hey, " Levi had said. "It's been awhile since I saw you, Shitty Glasses."

It was like the old days again. Hanji apologized to him for leaving him alone in an orphanage. She thought he wouldn't need her so when she was asked if she wanted to stay, she refused. Levi tried to keep it cool and dismiss her apology when in truth, he just wanted to yell and hug her at the same time.

The two were one of the best soldiers there ever were. They were good friends, too. Hanji became her old self again but Levi changed—just a bit.

He wouldn't dismiss her explanations. He listened and that was all she asked of him. In return, Hanji would listen to him as well.

Levi and Hanji started to get closer as the years passed. Hanji was the first who realized she was in love with him. She realized he was more than just a listener—more than just a partner. He was certainly more than just a friend. But there was one problem: it seems like the raven-haired man didn't feel the same.

Truth to be told, Levi just wanted to be her friend but he realized he needed her. However, he didn't realize he couldn't live without her. Yet, he did live without her for a few years. But now he probably couldn't.

Levi loved her. That was a fact. He didn't want to tell her his feelings—that was a fact, too. It wasn't because he was afraid. He just doesn't want to ruin the bond and friendship they developed through your the years.

Besides, both have responsibilities as soldiers. Feelings like love needs to be set side until they would reclaim peace from the terrorists called the 'Titans' that stole their land.

The two would stare into each others' eyes sometimes. Levi would be the first to break eye contact. Because of that, Hanji never had the courage to speak to him about her growing feelings.

On the day of another war, Hanji and Levi bid goodbye to each other as they were assigned into different squadrons.

While mounting her horse, Levi caught a sight of her and thought, "If only she knew."

Unbeknownst to him, Hanji thought the same, too. This time, something was different. The air felt lighter around her. Her eyes sparkled with determination.

'How the hell is he supposed to know if I don't tell him?' she had thought.

When they would come back from the war, Hanji had a new purpose. She was going to confess. She's not like those high school girls in shojo manga series who sometimes backs out of confessions. For goodness sake! She was Hanji Zoë AND she will confess to Levi even if he denies her feelings or not.

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Little did Levi know that she won't be coming back to him anymore. Little did he know that she won't be able to confess after all.

[azlanishere]

Dear beloved,

God is helping me, he lead me to a video because I looked for it, I had always sought guidance and I can accept my flaws when faced with them. The video came up during the little hiatus you took without reading my letters.

Here is the video: https://youtu.be/TuiMru1ZVqg

I went out for a walk after getting a notification that your letter was arriving, I had time to overthink what the contents might be.

I listened to this while walking: https://youtu.be/TuiMru1ZVqg

As I walked empty streets amidst the pandemic lockdown, I saw a lone donkey, he scurried across the road very nonchalantly and turned into a street opposite to mine. I kept watching it becoming a blur in the distance, all by itself, in the cold dark night. I felt like breaking down and crying. I wanted to help him so bad but I didn't.

I just let him go, I let him go and be at God's mercy, I hope and I pray he's alright.

I was the donkey in this instance, although the story is real and not just metaphorical.

There is a lot I want to say, a lot I can say and a lot that I can't yet.

But, trust me, I know what you're saying. Thank you for saying it.

I don't know what exactly is the yearning, I just want love, give love, personify it, live it and be it. With time, trial and error, I have come to the conclusion that I need to mend myself, love myself. I am trying, it is very hard, I am a sinful man with an extremely guilty conscience but I know now, I have known this all along but I fought the the thought of loneliness, I fought it with each fibre of my being but I know now, I know what I must do.

I would love you to be by my side in this journey, the journey I must partake on. I would like that.

I will love you not because I need you, not because I want you, not because I want to be a hero or a martyr. I will love you for you and for being an extension of God's energy, his soul, like we all are. Stardust. There could be greater people, better choices, but I will love you simply because I choose to, and I will stand by my choice, come what may.

Hear this at this moment: https://youtu.be/PpP3hjPVw5Y

I will love myself better, heal myself, be my best version, not to please you or anyone else but to be my best self, the self I was born to be. One that makes full use of the time he has on this earth among the people he loves and those that love him, being kinder, making this world a better, safer place for dreamers.

I am earnest in my quest. Love has no conditions, no formulas, it just is... or isn't.

Me, God, love, myself. Its all connected. We are one. Not just me and the emotions I feel or the presence I refer to as God but us, you and I, this universe, each and every individual in it, living or non-living, every thing is connected to the same source, essentially one greater being.

Time to click this: https://youtu.be/8sxqZV_o5Bk

Here I would like to quote a character named celine musing about loves of her past, she is very close to my heart.

She says: "I'm happy you're saying that, because... I mean, I always feel like a freak, because I'm never able to move on like... this! You know. People just have an affair, or even entire relationships... they break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person have... their own, specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much! Even getting laid! I actually don't do that... I will miss on the other person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but... when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way, your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow, that... that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and... I missed it! I'm really crazy, right?

I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with… because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost."

We are enough. We are complete, a complete whole, their are no two halves that will eventually come together, that is not God's way. Two wholes uniting is always better than two proverbial halves. This is not a desperate cry for help, or an attempt for narcissistic self growth, its an opportunity to learn from each other, to grow and also have fun in the process.

This is me giving you an opportunity to get off with a stranger who you met on a train in a foreign land, Someone who has approached you and you two have been talking for a while. Do you get off with him at this random train station and walk around exploring the place on foot or you just want to get off at your station and go home?

*extends his hand*

To end this letter, I will copy paste one of my favorite poems by Khalil Gibran, he will try and explain the notion of love I adhere to.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Higher love: https://youtu.be/_dtnNlAXqSE

Love,

Azlan

[princesse-de-ravenclaw]

'S Your Name, Isn't It?

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“Can you blokes slow down? My legs are littler than yours!” Y/N called after the four rowdy boys. “You speed up, Mini Moony! We’re gonna miss the train!” Sirius yelled back to her, not slowing down in the slightest. A few sprints later, the five teenagers made it to the train, quickly shuffling into a cart just as it began to move. “Padfoot, if you ever wait until the last minute to pack again, I will personally make sure that the rest of your life is miserable,” Y/N threatened, trying to catch her breath. “We made it, didn’t we?” He smirked, earning a glare from Y/N. “Take It easy, Little Lupin. We got here before it left, and we’re heading heading home for the summer,” James smiled. Y/N grumbled a “whatever” in response and rested her head on her brother’s shoulder. 

Y/N had let go of her nickname long ago. It had started as “Little Lupin” but when “Moony” came about, it was quickly transformed into “Mini Moony,” which irked her a lot in the beginning, as Remus was only 17 minutes older than her. As they got older, the nicknames became harder to escape as she grew up to be extremely petite, With Remus standing over a foot taller than her. “Why don’t you take a quick nap?” Remus suggested. “You were up late last night, and you’re getting real pouty,” he chuckled,“Mum and Dad wouldn’t want you to be upset the first time they see you since Christmas.” “Yeah, yeah,” She rolled her eyes, and let herself drift into sleep as the train rolled on. 

“MINI MOONY WAKE UP, WE’RE ALMOST AT KINGS CROSS!” Sirius yelled, laughing loudly when her eyes flew open and she shot him a wild glare. “Pads…” Remus scolded, as Y/N spoke up. “Padfoot, my tolerance for you is growing smaller by the minute,” she warned. “C'mon, Baby, You love me,” he grinned, nudging her from across the cart. “Gonna have to deal with him for a little while, love,” James reminded her. James’ parents were on vacation, so he and Sirius took the opportunity to spend the first half of the summer at the Lupin’s house. When they stepped off the train, they said goodbye to Peter, and were quickly found by Mr. and Mrs. Lupin. “Goodness, Remus! You’ve gotten taller since Christmas!” Mrs. Lupin exclaimed as she embraced her children. “’M glad one of us is growing,” he smirked, nudging Y/N. “At least I don’t have to crouch down to fit in the shower,” Y/N shrugged. “Got him there,” Sirius piped up. Remus had long passed being shorter than any normal shower-head. “Let’s get you all home, your father and I are making a special dinner for you,” Mrs. Lupin smiled, leaving her arms around her two children as she led the group out of the train station.

 After getting everything unpacked, and a wonderful meal, Y/N decided that she was tired, so she headed up to her room for bed. Unfortunately, Remus, James, and Sirius had also gone up to Remus’ room, which was right next to Y/N’s, and they had no intention of going to sleep any time soon. The walls weren’t thin enough for Y/N to be able to make out what they were saying, but she was able to hear their constant yelling and thumping around. What on earth could they possibly be doing?! She groaned to herself. It was as if they were jumping around, shaking the furniture, and hollering loudly as they did so. It was 4:00 am before the boys in the room next door settled down enough for Y/N to finally fall asleep.

“Y/N,” a voice whispered from next to her bed. “No,” she pouted, not bothering to open her eyes. “Y/N,” the voice repeated, a little louder. “No, Remus. I am not making you breakfast,” she said, shifting so her back was to him. “Mum already made breakfast. It’s waiting for you in the kitchen. That’s not why I’m here,” Remus shook his head, speaking at a normal volume now. “Then what do you want?” Y/N whined, turning to face him and opening her eyes to find him fully clothed and ready for the day. “Mum and dad are going into town for the day and we’re going to go with them. Would you like to join us?” He asked. “Not really, I’m exhausted,” she said truthfully. “We keep you up last night?” Remus asked sheepishly. “Only until 4:00,” Y/N muttered, closing her eyes once more. “’M sorry, Sissy,” Remus mumbled. “It’s okay, Brubby. Now please leave,” Y/N reached out and patted his hand before shooing him away. Y/N and Remus admittedly had lots of little nicknames for each other, but “Sissy” and “Brubby” were the ones used most often, and they always got laughs when used around company. “’M leaving,” Remus chuckled. “Just a heads up, we couldn’t get Prongs out of bed this morning, so we’ll probably leave him here if you’re going to stay,” Remus said as he walked out. “Great, I have to babysit,” Y/N muttered, earning a chuckle from Remus. “I’m sure he’ll behave just fine without Padfoot.” And with that, Remus shut the door and left his sister alone in her room once again.

 After checking the clock and seeing it was well after 11am, Y/N decided she might as well get up. She threw on some leggings under her large long-sleeved shirt and headed to the kitchen to find some leftovers from breakfast. After making herself a plate, she took it into the living room and plopped down on the couch, turning on the telly while she ate. About an hour after she finished her breakfast, she heard feet shuffling into the room, and turned around to see James, still in his pajamas, tousled curls everywhere. “Where is everybody?” He asked Y/N as he rubbed his eyes, his voice thick with sleepiness. “Good morning to you, too,” she laughed in reply. “Morning love,” James hummed. “Where is everyone?” He repeated. “They decided to spend the day in town. Remus and Padfoot tried to wake you up, but apparently you were out,” Y/N shrugged, turning back to face the tv. James wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. 

“Why didnt you go?” He called to her. “Was tired,” she answered simply. “A couple of bampots in the room next to me were dicking around until 4 in the morning,” she quipped as James re-entered the living room with his breakfast. “Did we really keep you up that late?” He asked, wide-eyed. “It’s not a big deal,” Y/N shrugged. “’M sorry, love,” James plopped down next to her on the couch. “Whatcha watching?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. “I honestly have no idea. I haven’t been paying any attention,” Y/N shook her head. “You seem sleepy,” James poked her cheek. “You seem sleepy,” Y/N retorted, mussing his already messy hair. James chuckled and continued eating his breakfast. 

 "So what are we doing today?“ James asked her has he got up from the couch to bring his dishes from breakfast back to the kitchen. “We?” She raised an eyebrow. “We,” he grinned, plopping back down next to her. “Well, I’m babysitting,” she told him. “Oi! You’re only two weeks older than me! And I’m bigger than you, so I win,” he stuck his tongue out at her. “Well I’m still older, and I’m smarter than you. So I win,” she shrugged arrogantly. “Rubbish. Really though, what are we doing today?” He said, beginning to poke her cheek repeatedly. “Well first, you’re going to stop doing that,” she grabbed his hand. “And then, we can do whatever. What do you want to do?” She asked him. “I don’t know, what kind of muggle things do you guys do around here?” He replied. “We could go to the mall, maybe catch a film?” Y/N suggested. “Sure,” James nodded. “Okay, then go get changed,” Y/N ordered, jumping up and speeding away to her own room to change. After about 30 minutes, James and Y/N we’re both ready, so Y/N grabbed her keys and the two headed outside to her car. 

 "Wait a minute, you’re telling me that we’re going to sit in this box and it’s going to take us somewhere?“ He asked her. “James, have you never been in a car before?” Y/N laughed. “No, as a matter of fact, I have not. Why don’t we just apparate?” He asked. “Because you asked for the muggle experience. Left side. Go, sit down,” Y/N ordered. It took all of three seconds once she pulled out of the driveway for James to start acting out. “This small box is moving way too fast. What if another one hits us? This is unsafe!” He whined. “James, you literally fly around on a broomstick with no protection all the time. Take it down a notch. You’re fine,” Y/N told him as she reached to turn on the radio. “Oh, I love this song!” James exclaimed, reaching his hand over hers to turn the volume up even more. Y/N laughed, causing him to snap his head to her, “What?” “You’re just like a giant child,” Y/N shook her head. “You’re a giant child,” he mumbled. “Actually, you’re child sized. You’re a child-child..” he trailed off, trying to find a decent comeback. “Okay, buddy. Whatever you say,” Y/N laughed. 

“Yeah, whatever. How much bloody longer?” He huffed, causing Y/N to laugh again. “What now?” He whined. “Are we there yet? How much longer? Turn the radio up,” Y/N mocked in a high pitched voice. “Really, this is what it’s like to drive with a five year old,” she laughed. “I don’t like you very much, Mini Moony.” Y/N looked at him briefly to see a pout resting on his face, his messy, yet cute curls shining in the sun. He was quite adorable. She turned her attention back to the road. “I don’t fancy you very much either, Prongs,” she grinned, giving him a light nudge. He made a face. “What?” Y/N asked him, afraid her teasing had upset him. She and James hadn’t ever spent a lot of time together, just the two of them. “I’ve never noticed how weird it is for you to call me Prongs,” He told her. “You call me Mini Moony all the time,” Y/N shrugged. “Well thats Because you are a Mini Moony. You guys are exactly the same, except you’re pretty,” James chuckled. Y/N feigned a gasp, “You don’t think Remus is pretty?” “I think Remus is bloody beautiful. You’re just a different kind of pretty,” it was James’ turn to shrug. “Well okay, then,” Y/N smiled as she continued the drive to the mall. “A different kind of pretty.” “I meant that as a good thing, you know,” he told her. “I took it as such,” she smiled.

“What are they wearing?” James asked, amazed by all of the people around the two of them. “Muggle clothes,” Y/N replied with fake fascination, then a laugh. “Why are you laughing? Muggle clothes are weird!” James huffed. “I’m wearing Muggle clothes,” Y/N laughed. “Yeah, well you dress like Remus,” he rolled his eyes. “You dress like Remus,” Y/N retorted. “We all dress like Remus. Every single one of us, aside from Padfoot, have you noticed that? We all dress the same,” James pondered. “I reckon we do. I’m pretty sure half the stuff in my closet belonged to you guys at one point,” she agreed. “Now that you mention it, I think the flannel you’re wearing was actually mine,” James chuckled, grabbing one of the buttons and giving it a gentle tug. “You want it back? Y/N laughed. “Nah. Looks better on you, anyway,” he shrugged.

Y/N enjoyed taking James around the mall. He was so fascinated by everything he saw, it was adorable. “Y/N let’s go there!” He grabbed her hand and dragged her into a sports shop. “Oh, bloody hell,” Y/N muttered as he gazed around the store with wonder. “What is that?” He asked, pointing to a football. “That’s a football. The players kick it around the field and try to get it in a net. It’s a bit like quidditch, except they aren’t allowed to touch it with their hands,” Y/N explained. “They can’t touch it with their hands?” He asked, wide eyed. “Nope. They kick it around, like this,” Y/N picked up one of the balls and dribbled it around him. “And then they pass it off and try to kick it into the net, called a goal. And the goalie, which is just like the keeper, tries to keep it out of the net, except the goalie is allowed to use their hands,” Y/N explained, trying to fight the smile that his child-like fascination was bringing. “Y/N, will you teach me how to play football?” He asked, earning a light laugh from her. He gave her a questioning look. “You called me Y/N,” she smiled. “’S your name, isn’t it?” He shrugged, causing her smile to grow. “Yes. I’ll teach you how to play football.”

The two had a good time at the movie, other than the fact that Y/N couldn’t get James to bloody shut up for more than three minutes. He found it necessary to make a joke about every single thing that happened in the movie. “I thought I did a good job of keeping quiet!” James exclaimed as Y/N teased him about being so chatty. “I thought they were going to throw us out! You wouldn’t stop bloody talking!” Y/N laughed. “But I was talking quietly!” He protested. “You weren’t supposed to talk at all!” Y/N kept laughing. “How could anyone go that long without talking?” James cried, causing Y/N to laugh even harder. “What?” He asked, but Y/N was laughing too hard to be able to answer. It took her two and a half minutes to compose herself. “Mind telling me what was so funny, Pet?” He asked again, causing Y/N to smile at the nickname, a light pink tinting her cheeks. “You’re just a different kind of special,” she grinned at him. “’S that so?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Yes it is. Now come on, we’ve got to head home,” Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the parking lot. “Oh, no. Not the fast box,” he groaned. “Yes, the fast box,” Y/N laughed and gave his hand a squeeze.

When they arrived back at the Lupin’s house, it was almost dark and the others had still not returned. “Where in the bloody hell are they?” Y/N murmured as she put her keys away. “I dunno,” James shrugged. “Well, since we’re still waiting for them to get back, how about you and I go play some football?” Y/N suggested, causing James’ eyes to light up. “Muggle sports!” He cried, racing outside, causing Y/N to laugh and roll her eyes. She grabbed her and Remus’ old football and followed James out the door. Once Y/N went over the rules with more detail and gave a few demonstrations, James picked it up rather quickly and was naturally quite good at it. Once he was sure he had the hang of it, they decided to play one-on-one, which quickly intensified, as they both were extremely competitive. They decided to play until one of them got 10 goals, and James was at 9 and Y/N was right behind him with 8. She chased him down the field and finally made it close enough to leap in front of him, attempting to steal the ball and move it in the opposite direction, but her feet got tangled with his, causing both of them to fall over, James landing directly on top of Y/N.

“You did that on purpose!” He laughed. “I didn’t, but hey; you didn’t score, so that works for me,” she shrugged with a laugh. “That has to be cheating!” He declared, still laying on top of her. “Not if it was an accident,” she smirked, causing James to pretend to be shocked, and Y/N to laugh at his feigned astonishment. “James, you’re really heavy, you know that?” she laughed softly. “You-You called me James,” he smiled down at her. “’S your name, isn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow, earning a laugh from the sweaty boy before he looked into her eyes for a moment and then let his eyes flick down to her lips. He glanced back up to her eyes for a brief second before leaning down and closing the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. Y/N reached up to cup his cheek with one hand and tangle the other in his curly locks as he deepened the kiss. “Ya know, Y/N,” James panted as the kiss was broken. “Hm?” Y/N smiled, her eyes still closed.

“I have really enjoyed spending the day with you,” James declared, pressing a kiss to her small nose. “I have really enjoyed spending the day with you as well, James,” she smiled, leaning up to place a kiss to his jaw. “I like when you call me James,” he hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, and then her nose once again, earning a soft giggle in response. “I think I know why they’ve never left us alone together before,” James decided, earning a laugh from Y/N. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” James agreed with a contented sigh. “You think we should tell them?” He asked. “Probably not while you’re living at my house,” Y/N shook her head with a small laugh. “I think you’re absolutely right with that one, My Love,” James decided. “Hey, Jamie?” Y/N spoke up. “Yes, darling?” James pecked her forehead. “You’re still really heavy.” James gave her a cheeky grin,“’M sorry, babe. Let’s get inside where I can cuddle you properly, yeah?”

A/N: This one wasn’t requested, just an idea I had a couple of weeks back. I hope you like it! I’ve been working on it forever lmao About halfway through it I got a request to do a Remus x Sister! so I hope this works for you! (If not just let me know and I’ll do another one :)) Thank you all so much for your support. I love you♡♡♡ @a-proud-huffleclaw

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