#Mira probably going to stalk me after this
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Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia
Summary: Natsu finds out that Lucy’s gone on a date, and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about it.
This is the first time I’ve written anything for Tumblr, I hope anyone who sees this enjoys it! :)
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“Damn, I’m stuffed. This new fire roast of yours is so good, Mira.”
“It really doesn’t take much Natsu. You literally just set the thing on fire.”
“You set them on fire so well thouuuggghhhh.”
It was the early evening, and Natsu and Happy had just come back from a job. It wasn’t difficult, all they had to do was protect a merchant and his wears as he travelled from one town to the next. The money they’d made, which wasn’t much anyway, went straight into Natsu and Happy’s meal. They didn’t regret it one bit.
He wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up. “Right, we’re off to Lucy’s. See you later!”
“Oh no you can’t Natsu, she’s busy right now.”
He turned around to look her, “doing what? Is she out on a job? She went alone?”
“No, no she’s…. on a date!”
Natsu’s eyes became saucers. Mira cupped her hands over her mouth, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
“A date you say? How dare she not tell me…” Erza muttered, who could hear the conversation from where she sat nearby.
“Juvia thinks we should stalk!”
“Gray thinks so too.”
“Guys… no.” Came Wendy’s voice from a little further away.
“Oh, Lucy’s going to have me dead by morning. I can’t tell you much about it, but…”
Natsu had stopped listening, the cogs in his brain slowly trying to process this new, shocking information. Hit feet carried him to a bench in the corner of the guild. He slumped down and placed his chin on the table, eyes still wide. Happy followed him over, “hey, you good?”
“…I don’t know.”
The sun had completely set by the time Natsu forced himself up and out of the guild. He began to wander home with Happy slightly lagging behind. He sped up a little every so often to see if Natsu looked like he was in a talking mood, but he never seemed to be. His eyes were trained on the pavement and his feet kept catching on it, not bothering to pick them up properly as he walked.
“…You okay buddy?” He eventually asked, catching up enough to reach Natsu’s shoulder.
He didn’t respond at first. “I’m fine,” he muttered eventually, “just tired. I wanna go home.”
“Why don’t we go to Lucy’s?” He chirped, “we always go to Lucy’s.”
“She’s busy.”
“She won’t be by now, she’s probably back.”
“Let’s just go home, Happy.”
The conversation was decidedly ended on Natsu’s end after that. He picked up his speed and said no more, leaving Happy behind again.
Conversation remained few and far between after they’d returned home. The two of them hadn’t been there in a long time after getting into the habit of staying at Lucy’s every night, so it had accumulated a layer of dust on most surfaces and thick cobwebs had formed on the ceilings and on the corners of some of the furniture.
This, on top of the mess that they’d already left it in, made it look more like a garden shed than a home. To Natsu, in spite of how long he’d lived there, it didn’t feel like home anymore.
Without speaking, he batted his hammock in an attempt to rid it of some dust and clambered up onto it. He turned on his side and faced the wall, bringing his legs up to his stomach as he curled up under the scraggly blanket. Happy understood the message and went to lay on his little bed on the other side of the room, not bothering to try talking anymore.
Instead of going to sleep, he looked up to the collection of requests he’d made above him. His eyes fell on the job at the Evelue mansion that he’d labelled as ‘the first job I ever did with Lucy!’ He smiled a little and looked over some more. Though unlabelled, he could remember every single detail, everything himself, Happy and Lucy had done during the jobs they’d been on as a three.
Though many were unpleasant at best and she’d moan sometimes, Lucy tried to make the best out of bad situations. They always ended up being worthwhile, and more than just for the money. His smile grew as he recounted the memories, but the happiness was temporary and quickly replaced by a dull ache in his chest
He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. He wanted Lucy to be happy, yes, but not with some random guy. Not with some random guy that didn’t know her like he did. They don’t know what she likes, what she doesn’t like. What she reads when she’s happy or when she’s upset, that she will try and reserve at least one evening a week to getting better at baking. That she likes her apartment to be clean and orderly or it stresses her out, that she sticks her tongue out a little in an act of concentration when she’s writing. That she likes to be hugged from behind to keep warm when she’s too tired to be embarrassed by it.
No.
He had to see her. The thought of her with someone else left a hole so deep in his soul that it hurt. He didn’t know what the rollercoaster of emotions Lucy made him feel meant half the time, but he knew this one.
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It’d reached half past midnight. Lucy had just finished getting changed and was getting ready for bed when she heard the regular tap on her window. She smiled, rolled her eyes and walked over. She was met with Natsu, his lips forming a thin line, but no Happy. Not thinking much of it, she opened the window and he hopped in, landing quietly on the floor in a more cat-like manner than a human one.
“Where have you been?” She asked, grabbing her dressing gown to cover herself up a little, “it’s so late, I thought you’d decided to stay at the guild.”
“I went back to my house.”
“Oh, really? Why? Did you miss it?”
He looked down at the floor and moved slowly towards the sofa in the middle of the room. He sat down and stayed uncharacteristically quiet.
“Are you alright?” She asked, tilting her head and also walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
He didn’t respond for a while. Eventually, he said, “how was your date?”
Her eyes widened slightly. “You know about that?”
“Mira told me. She told quite a few people, actually.”
“Oh, figures. Typical Mira.”
“So?” He pushed, “did you enjoy it?”
She pondered on his question. “It was alright at first, but by the end I knew we wouldn’t click. None of my jokes hit home and he did an awful lot of talking about himself.”
Natsu’s brows raised. “So you’re not going to meet with him anymore?”
“Probably not,” she answered, “there’s no point in putting effort into something that won’t ever work.”
“…Why didn’t you tell me about it? That you were going?” He asked. For a split second, he looked genuinely hurt.
She sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell anyone until it was over. I only told Mira so that somebody would know where I was in case there was an emergency. I would have done, just not beforehand.”
She sighed again, deeper this time, and put her head in her hands.
“Clearly I’m just destined for a life of being alone.”
“…But you’re not alone.” Natsu murmured quietly, not looking up.
She sat up and turned to him but he didn’t meet her eyes.
“You have us,” he continued, “you have… me.”
He looked up at her, his eyes swimming with something she couldn’t quite work out.
She took a moment to respond, somewhat shocked by his words, a light pink tinging her cheeks.
“I-I know.”
“Are you sure you know?”
She smiled and leant her head back against the sofa. “Yeah I do. We’ll always be together, right?”
He nodded with a smile. Lucy figured that he didn’t mean what he’d said in the way that a small part of her heart wanted him to, but it still made her happy regardless.
“I can’t say I plan on going on anymore dates anytime soon.”
“Good.” He whispered under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Come on,” he began to clamber into her bed, “bedtime now. It’s late.”
“You’re not sleeping in my bed!” She moaned, pulling at his clothes with the strength her tired body could muster.
He didn’t move a muscle and looked at her, “are we really gonna play this game again?”
She rolled her eyes, reluctantly accepting defeat. She took her dressing gown off and climbed in after him.
“What was that guy’s name?” Natsu asked after a couple minutes of silence.”
“Why?” She asked.
“So I can set him on fire.”
“Oh for god’s sake.”
“Kidding, kidding. Sort of.”
It wasn’t long until she was fast asleep. Natsu stayed on his side of the bed until he could hear her breathing slow and deepen. Slowly, he crept onto Lucy’s side and slid one arm over her waist. He then waited for a bit to make sure he hadn’t woken her up and began the harder of the two. He cautiously slid his other arm under her neck. Still asleep, she felt the movement and received it, sinking into his bicep. He then snuggled up to and sank into her, fitting his knees into the little nook hers had made.
And there he stayed, listening to the rhythmic sounds of her breathing. In, out, in, out. He was warmer here. Calmer. More at peace. He didn’t like his old shack. He wanted to be at Lucy’s house. With Lucy. Not long after, sleep succumbed to him too.
Right where he belonged.
#nalu#nalu fairytail#fairy tail nalu#pro nalu#nalu fanfiction#ft nalu#fairy tail#lucy heartfilia#natsu dragneel
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Can we get a longer sneak peek for Truth and Talon? Thank you
I'm honestly not sure if this is going to make the wait better or worse for you guys, but uh, you asked so... 🖤
My feet slap against stone as I sprint down the hall. I have no idea where I’m going, I just know I need to get the hell away from here. A person or two jump out of my way as I dart around corner after corner, taking no notice of anything in my desperate need to get out.
When I come to a grand marble staircase leading down, I grip the railing tightly and try not to roll an ankle as I throw myself down step after step. This place is fucking huge and I know it’s built into a mountainside, but logically, given there’s still light filtering in below, down might mean out too.
There’s a set of giant steel-reinforced doors that are thankfully ajar, and when I throw myself around one and into the sunlight, there’s grass beneath my feet. It’s a welcome relief given that I’m not wearing any shoes and I’m almost certain the balls of my feet are battered and bruised from the cobblestones.
Lía descends from the sky like a comet, slamming into the ground, and I rush forward to scramble up her foreleg. She takes off the second I tighten my legs around her, gripping onto her scales. She hasn’t had time to get the saddle on in my panic and her scales dig into the bare skin of my thighs, but I hardly care.
“Just get me away from here, please.” I beg her. “Anywhere.”
“Try and breathe.” She soothes me as I hiccup, gasping from exertion and distress. I can feel her holding me in place with her power in a way she hasn’t done in months and I’m grateful, because right now I’m not sure I have the strength to keep my seat.
I see a swathe of navy-blue out the corner of my eye and snap my head around, glaring furiously. “Fuck—” Off. The second word dies on my tongue as I realise there’s no rider atop Sgaeyl’s back. Lía turns her head slightly, letting out a vicious snarl and I realise she’s angry too.
Sgaeyl keeps her distance, leaving a dragon’s length of space between us, not reaching out to brush Lía’s wing affectionately as I’ve seen her do so many times before. “We’re beyond the wards here.” Lía says, her voice tense. “She doesn’t want us out here with no backup.” I can understand the logic in that, but I can’t help feeling watched, like she’s stalking me on behalf of her rider, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
My lips part as I go to suggest any other dragon could have come, and I pause, laughing bitterly. It wouldn’t make a difference—they all fucking knew. Every single one of them other than Violet and I, have known this entire time. Hell, they all probably know my brother better than I do at this point. What a joke.
After a few minutes flying, Lía brings us down in a field and I slide from her back, my feet sinking into the soft ground below. I’m shaking as I wrap my arms around her head, holding on desperately. “Do you promise you didn’t know?” Tears trickle down my face.
“I would never have kept this from you, little one. The venin, yes, for reasons you’ve already assumed, but never this.” I hold on tight, pressing my face into her scales as I cry quietly.
“I thought he loved me.” I feel broken. Completely and utterly broken. “Out of everybody, I always thought he loved me.” I suck in a sharp breath, trying to halt my sobs. “But maybe I’m just not remembering right, maybe he never liked me any more than everyone else because you don’t—” I cough, trying to clear the lump in my throat, “—you don’t do that to someone you love. I couldn’t—I’d never do that.” I can’t imagine letting Mira think I’m dead—ever.
“That’s because you’re better than him.” Lía says, nudging my chest with her head. It reminds me of a time when Xaden said something similar and the memory only makes me cry harder. I can’t believe he knew. All this time, every time I’d laid my soul bare to him and he’d just…kept quiet.
“I think he was going to tell you.” Lía says, nudging me carefully, but ‘going to’s’ don’t mean much to me at the moment.
“I don’t care.” I tell her bitterly. He lied. I don’t care if it was by omission, he lied, when he swore to me he never would and that hurts as much as everything else right now.
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'' you waited up for me? '' predictably, for mira n kaya bbfnfnfjdnf <3
this feels a little off to me, but that might be cause it's fluff lol
You Waited Up For Me?
Mira walked into her dark home letting out another tired growl. She flicked her ears, bits of plaster and dust falling off them. She was supposed to have an easy mission, but Jesse wanted to take the direct route. She stretched, her limbs cracking with each one. Her tail twitched, adding to the pile of dust around her. She wanted to just curl up with Kaya.
The bunny was probably hidden in the walls already. They had said they don’t like sleeping out in the open when she was away. She stalked through the darkness hoping at least not to disturb them. That task was fairly easy, being part cat helped a lot. Each step she hoped to see a light on somewhere signaling that Kaya was still awake. She had traveled through most of the house finding nothing, but darkness. She sighed and slipped into her bathroom, grimacing when she met her own eyes.
She had bits of blood painting her face. Jesse hadn’t been calm when the fighting started. They even threw someone through a wall… and straight into Mira. She laughed about it after, claiming Mira should have been able to dodge it. Another low growl escaped her as she pictured the smile on his face. Jesse was impossible to predict. She pushed the events out of her mind and slipped out of her tight clothing. She showered quickly to clean off the aftermath of the night. She slipped into the loose fitting clothes she always kept ready after a job.
She slipped out of the room and listened for signs her little bunny had woken up. There was nothing but silence. As much as she wanted to hold them close after everything, they should be able to rest without her hunting them down. She padded down the hall to her bedroom. She squinted as she walked in, a light catching her off guard.
Mira’s heart melted when she found the source. Kaya had fallen asleep using her phone to watch videos. They had curled up on her pillow and hugged the sweater she’d left out before the mission. She went around to the other side of the bed and tried not to disturb them. They let out a small groan pulling more of the sweater around them. Mira laughed a bit which made their small brown eyes snap open and start searching.
“Kaya it’s just me,” she whispered. They stared up at her and started to climb to their feet. Mira slipped her hands around them and brought them close. “You waited up for me?”
“I was worried. You said it would be quick, but it got late… I was hoping I’d be awake when you finally got home,” they said. She pulled them closer and started to purr. They were amazing. She pressed her nose into Kaya’s chest eliciting a laugh.
“Jesse went a bit crazy again. She threw someone through a wall and into me,” Kaya gasped so Mira nuzzled them more. “I was fine, don't worry. Just got covered in plaster and wound up needing to clean up his mess.”
“When am I going to meet Jesse?” Mira stiffened, the bear she called a partner was the last person she wanted near Kaya. A rabbit in this world could be hurt so easily and Jesse wasn’t exactly gentle.
“We can talk about that tomorrow, let’s both get some sleep.”
Kaya nodded against her and tried to squirm out of her grasp. She chuckled, moving them up to her ears. They crawled along the pillow to the spot where her ear met the surface. She managed to twist it enough for Kaya to slip under. They loved using her fur to stay warm at night. She started to purr louder as small hands ran over her ear.
“Mira, you still have plaster in your fur,” they whispered. She made a strangled mewl when they tugged at it. “I guess I can help you get it out in the morning.”
“Love you Kaya,” she slurred. The petting and fatigue was finally pulling her consciousness down.
“Love you too kitty cat.”
#awkwardanswers#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gt community#g/t community#g/t fluff#gianttiny#OC:Mira#OC:Kaya#they're a cat and bunny
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Stranded Part 4
Savage x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
WARNINGS: Gore, Blood, Death, All around violence, Oof fucking angst. Don’t read if you have a weak stomach.
A/N: So I haven’t written anything this graphic before and I’m positive there’s A LOT worse out there but I did push my personal limits. I kept this chapter short so if anyone needs to skip it, they can. It’s probably not as bad as I’m hyping it up to be but if gore bothers you badly you can absolutely skip this chapter and it won’t hurt the overall story. I’ll be sure to mention the important parts in the next chapter so if you do skip you won’t miss anything too important.
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NO!
Savage watched through moonlit woods, aided by his night vision. The gangly creatures dragged his princess away by her legs. She clawed at the dirt, tearing at anything she could grasp, raking at roots and soil as she was pulled deeper. Overwhelmed with terror, she let out a scream, “Savage!” Giving chase immediately with his saber-staff in an iron grip; his body tore through the underbrush. Running as quickly as his feet would carry him. These beasts were fast; their bodies whipped through the air around over growth and thick tree trunks. He lost sight of them but could still hear the guttural shrieks of the monsters and the terrified howls of his princess rip through the freezing night air.
Why now? Why had they breached the bounds of their territory tonight after all these years? What changed?
He could feel them through the force. Cold, slippery signatures surrounded her bright flourishing light, attempting to violate what was pure. As he pushed forward, ignoring the branches and thorns scraping his flesh, their numbers grew. His mind wasn’t working fast enough to realize he was running into an ambush. Even if he did realize it, he would continue towards her anyway. Glowing putrid green eyes shone through dead branches, the occasional snarl tearing through the atmosphere.
Her signature was fading into the distance.
He had fallen too far behind.
Her screams had stopped.
He regretted leaving her alone in the first place.
Panic began flaring in his chest, lighting his nerves on fire and boiling his blood.
But he was a hunter; as was his brother and his father before him.
This is what he had been bred for.
Fight for and protect the woman that had not only chosen him, but he had also chosen.
He stopped and closed his eyes, focusing on her scent and her fluttering force signature.
There.
He knew what path to follow.
He lit his saber and spun on the ball of his foot, cutting down one of the creatures that dared to leap out at him from the canopy. When its body dropped limply into a smoking heap the seal had been broken and chaos rained down on the golden Zabrak.
Dozens of the snarling beings dropped out of the branches swiping sharpened claws at his throat and his legs. He was born, lived and hunted in the night on Dathomir. Growing and training until he was the most fearsome thing that stalked through the forests once the sun had set. His roar tore from his throat as the red of his blade cut down any living nightmare that dared to stand in the way of his princess.
One of the creatures latched onto his back and before he could bite into Savage’s throat the Zabrak reached behind him, sank his claws into his shoulder blades and swung the monster over his head onto the rocky ground below him. An almost deafening crack of the monster’s spine rang out, killing it instantly. Igniting both sides of his saber-staff he twirled it in his hands and turned, gutting the three closest to him. The cauterization not stopping their entrails from dropping out of their now hollow bellies.
Savage leapt at the next one nearest him and tore out its esophagus with his fangs, blackened blood dripped down his chin as he stretched his arms out and gripped two more in a steely force choke. He squeezed until their heads sprang from their necks. He kicked another in its sunken chest, propelling it into the trunk of a tree. He made quick work of the remaining creatures with his saber in a barrage of quick and brutal moves.
Just before her signature gave out the last of the beasts dropped into a crumpled heap at his feet hissing out the last of their breaths. Taking off towards the flickering light he ran; ignoring the blood that seeped from the deep lacerations from the beasts’ claws.
He came upon a break in the tree line that opened into a large circular clearing. Moonlight shone on a tree that towered higher than any of the others growing in the center of the clearing. Its trunk thicker than the ship he had crashed here on. He could feel the dark side of the force ebbing and flowing from deep within it. He could smell her blood on the breeze. He could see her claw marks in the soil leading to a hollow within the trunk; sparse bloodied handprints dragged across the dead bark of the great tree. Her light was slowly being snuffed out by darkness.
He stepped inside and nearly stumbled over broken roots. With no moonlight to reflect off of his surroundings for his eyes to pick up he had to see by the light of his saber. His stomach lurched at the sight before him.
Bathed in a red glow, her body lay in the center of the hollow, barely moving. Her eyes were foggy and her chest was hardly rising or falling as they tore into her legs, her arms and her stomach.
One lifted its gaunt face from her neck, pulling a chunk of flesh away with its teeth, to shriek a warning at him. Grabbing it by its throat, he smashed its head into the ground, skull crashing under his palm and spurting black blood across the floor. He reached out with the force and pulled the other three off of her and sheathed his saber inside their chests in succession.
He looked upon his princess, bitten, bloodied, broken.
Her limbs were bent incorrectly, chunks of missing flesh revealed the muscles and tendons that lay beneath the skin.
She lay limp on the earth.
Wet tear tracks ran from her eyes down her cheeks and pooled on the soil below, mixing with the blood that had poured out of her neck wound.
Her breath came out in rasping wheezes as she raised a trembling hand out to his face.
She didn’t have the strength to close the distance between them and when her conviction ran out, her hand fell to the earth.
He dropped to his knees beside her and lifted her into his arms, pulling her into his chest as tears pricked at his eyes. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but only a quiet gurgling left her lips, followed by droplets of blood that leaked out of the corners of her mouth. He watched her eyes cloud over as her pupils dilated from the loss of blood and she lost consciousness, going limp in his embrace.
Her pulse fluttered sporadically, weakly in his ears.
A sob escaped him as he lay her back down on the ground and gently as he could, placed one hand on her chest and the other on her legs. Letting out one last wavering breath he closed his eyes and imagined his life force flowing from his hearts, through his arms and into her. Through the force he reached out to her, pleading for her not to leave him. Begging the gods for the strength to heal the only other love he has ever known, to allow him to repent for his brother’s murder.
He could feel his body weakening as hers started to mend itself. Flesh regrew over wounds before his very eyes, her pulse beat stronger with each passing second. Just before it became too much for him her eyes snapped open and a loud gasp left her lips. She force pushed herself away from the center of the hollow until her back thud agianst the inner wall of the tree. Glancing around the small space frantically before realizing that she and Savage were the only living beings in proximity.
“P-princess. I’m sorry I.. wasn’t… fast enough..” Savage toppled over from his knees onto his back and lost consciousness.
When he woke, the first thing he saw was the familiar wooden ceiling of their small cabin. He groaned and raised his hand to rub his throbbing head. He had tried to sit up but two small warm hands pressed lightly agianst his chest, softly pushing him back to a laying down position.
“You must rest my love.”
He turned his head to look into your eyes and a thankful smile graced his lips before turning into a grimace.
“I did not fail…” he whispered.
“No, my sweet darling,” you cupped his cheeks in your hands and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, “you saved my life. I owe you for every breath I take now.”
“You owe me.. nothing,” his brows creased in effort, “I only returned what you have given me,” he allowed his eyes to close as you peppered his face in kisses and massaged his scalp; eliciting a rumbling purr.
“H-how did we get back here..?”
“Mira found us. You killed them all. There are no more beasts in the trees, the valley is free of them. She must have sensed it and came to our aid.”
“Mmm, remind me to save the best cuts of my next few hunts for her.”
You smiled, utterly grateful for the brave warrior that both saved your life and survived the ordeal himself.
“Please my love, rest now. You expelled much of your life force into me when you healed me. The sun will return soon, sleep.”
And so he did. Safe back home with the love of his life, he slept for days. Thanking the gods every minute for granting him what he required to vanquish the monsters that had haunted your nightmares and feasted upon your body.
While your love rested you rubbed the muscles in your arms. The creatures; bite must have been venomous. The veins in your arms and legs had blacked just under your skin and you could feel the subtle burn. Right now, all you wanted was to lay and rest with your Zabrak. Force healing could cure infections, mend bone and flesh, but toxins had to be treated appropriately. Not now, now you needed rest as much as Savage.
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PICTURE ABHI BAKI HAI MERE DOST
☾♔; Feb 7, 2022
☾♔; 1:21pm
☾♔; sotd: Baawre from Luck by Chance
☾♔; cotd: Don (probably, idr)
☾♔; For the Crown
☾♔; High Fashion (I Guess)
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: said by SRK in Om Shanti Om, translation "the movie isn't over yet"
satakli re satakli, o thodi satakli
badle jo kismat ke yeh taare
satakli re satakli, sakal akal satakli
vaah vaah ji, vaah vaah ji, vaah vaah re
baawre baawre baa wre,
baawre baawre baa wre
ho kya dhun hai, kya taal sun le,
karde tu kamaal sun le
baawre baawre baa wre, baawre
when two songs are simultaneously stuck in your head, it's very loud in there right now
BAAWARE BAAWRE BAAWAREEEEEE//RADHE RADHE BOLO JAI KANHAIYA LAL KI
lmfao, the way I delayed the description cause I was sorting out my thoughts, but then I got lost in the bollywood gossip and drama blackhole and forgot everything I had figured out, rofl. whatever, it'll come back to me or I think of something else. later, a bitch got a lifetime of tea to read about.
seriously tho, where the hell did Raj Kumar's daughter go after shahid filed his stalking case? I can't find anything about her these days, isn't he scared? if not for himself then mira? I'm scared!
also, note to me: evil aish is named Laila (either real name or evil people alias, rofl). Laila main laila, aisi hoon laila, har koi chahe mujse milna akaila
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@natsubeatsrock I was going through your posts from a while back and I came across this cool anti-gruvia prompt and thought I had to write it. I can’t find the post now (I accidentally closed the tab) but it was about how if Juvia played hard to get, Gray would ignore her. Anyway, here it is.
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Juvia didn't know what to do.
She had tried everything.
Baking treats in the shape of his face, following him around everywhere to convince him of her love- even dealing with potential love rivals!
And despite it all, she was no closer to Gray Fullbuster’s heart then the first time she had confessed her love to him. It was infuriating- no, more than that.
It was confusing.
What was she doing wrong here? What was she missing?
“Cana,” Juvia said suddenly, “What am I missing? Why is Gray-sama not moved by my love?”
Cana swore, startling loudly from where she had been reclining on her couch. She had probably been surprised by Juvia’s impulsive burst through the door, but there was no time to lose. Gray-sama was out there, attractive and single without her to scare love rivals off. This was important.
“Juvia!” Cana greeted with a slight grimace, swinging her legs around and twisting to face Juvia. Strange. She didn't seem to be that thrilled about Juvia’s presence, but Juvia was sure it was simply that she was trying to work on the best advice for Juvia.
When Juvia had first arrived at Fairy Hills, all the girls had made it abundantly clear that she could come and ask them anything.
Of course, Juvia had made quick work after this rule had been laid down, knowing the advantage many of them had with knowing Gray-sama’s likes and dislikes, and requiring some help in making up for lost time.
Cana knew this as well, but despite that, was a little slow on the uptake. The brown haired card mage frowned slightly. “You want advice on Gray? Why not go to Mira, or Lisanna, or… literally anyone else who isn't me?”
It was a valid question. Juvia already knew the answer, of course.
“I’ve already tried!” She wailed in despair, coming in and sitting on a leg of the couch as Cana got up and hurriedly closed the door- perhaps trying to prevent watermarks from spreading around the building once more.
“None of their advice worked! Mirajane suggested chocolate, which Juvia has already tried several times, although Gray-sama rarely accepts food from Juvia anymore-”
“I wonder why,” Cana muttered, obviously remembering some of Juvia’s more famous failures with a love potion. Juvia carried on regardless. Now was not the time to ruminate on her failed attempts at love.
“And Lisanna suggested I knit him something personal, like a scarf, but Gray-sama lost it immediately!”
“Yeah,” Cana winced, snorting slightly. “Clothes are probably not the best way to get to Gray’s heart.”
Juvia nodded sagely. She knew all about Gray-sama’s little clothing habit. Some of his discarded shirts were hung in pride of place in her room. “So you see, you are my only hope at ever trying to find true happiness!”
Cana raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure there are plenty of other girls in Fairy Tail who have advice for you, though, apart from the Strauss siblings. So why don’t you hop on over to their rooms and leave me to drink- I mean relax in peace.”
“Ah,” Juvia said, because she had anticipated Cana saying something like that. “But you have what the others do not- you have known Gray-sama for the longest!”
Juvia presented these words to Cana dramatically, watching her expectantly, if not a bit jealously. When she had first heard of it from Mirajane, she had immediately singled out Cana as the new number one love rival, replacing Lucy.
However, through much careful information gathering (read: stalking) Juvia had come to the unexpected but welcome conclusion that maybe, just maybe, Cana had no interest in Gray-sama romantically.
The idea was a confusing one, because Gray-sama was perfect, but Cana had proven herself to be quite content with her involvement with (and her Juvia blushed just thinking about) multiple guys. And some girls, as well.
Therefore, Juvia had done the unthinkable, and deemed her “safe”.
“Wow,” said Cana, taken aback. “I guess, I have, huh? Damn, time flies bye. He was such a bitch when he was younger.”
Juvia ignored that comment, because she was sure Gray-sama had always been perfect, and smiled at Cana.
“So you’ll help then?” Juvia said cheerfully, leaning in closer to the card mage and making her eyes wide. Gajeel always said that the expression made her look like a kicked puppy, and Juvia wanted to hurry this exchange along.
Cana sighed, glancing at the clock in her room sadly. Strange. Maybe she had an appointment to keep? “Aww, yeah, whatever. It’s not like I was gonna do anything important today anyway. So, what have you already tried?”
It took around two hours for Juvia to list every advance she had made on Gray-sama since she had joined Fairy Tail, which she had alphabetically categorized and listed onto a piece of paper, but Cana was an attentive listener. She had even put on dark shaded glasses to help her focus better on Juvia’s attempts for love, saying that the sun’s glare was giving her a headache. Truly, Cana was a good friend.
Just as Juvia hit the two hour mark, and the sun was getting lower in the sky (it had been early afternoon when she had come to see Cana) she finished listing everything and looked up at the dark haired girl sitting next to her, curled into the couch.
“Well!” Juvia said brightly, looking expectantly at her companion. “Do you have any ideas?”
Strangely enough, Cana didn't respond. It took Juvia poking her several times for her to startle and take her glasses off. She must have been truly in deep thought. Juvia was shaking in excitement.
“Right,” Cana said after she had blinked several times, running a hand through her hair. “All of that was, uh, good. But not what Gray needs, I think.”
Juvia frowned, surprised. “But I got most of the ideas from very credible sources!” She said anxiously.
Cana picked up the list and scanned through it. “I’m pretty sure this one is the beginning of one of Lucy’s trash romance novels. You know, the ones she loves but pretends to hate at the guild?”
Juvia did in fact know, and flushed scarlet, sinking into the couch. She had been forced to look for inspiration in some unconventional places after the first couple of times of confessing her undying love to Gray-sama did not garner results.
Cana continued on without judgment, however. “You’ve tried basically everything under the sun. Bar one. ”
Juvia leaned in closer, eager to hear what she had been missing. She had a feeling, deep in her gut, that this was the moment. This was the moment that changed everything. No matter that she got that feeling everytime she started out on a new plan to woo Gray-sama.
Cana nodded, her face the picture of solemn wisdom. “You, my friend, need to play hard to get.”
“Hard to get?” Juvia questioned, puzzled. She had not heard the term before, but it sounded intriguing.
Cana did an awfully good impression of a witches laugh. “Oh, my young padawan, let the master tell you all…”
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Juvia was slightly unsure about playing hard to get, but Cana was insistent. And persuasive.
“This will work!” she insisted. “You’ve tried everything else, anyway!”
It was a good point, Juvia had to admit.
So Juvia nodded, and played hard to get.
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Four months later, she was still playing hard to get.
Gray-sama would break soon, she just knew it.
#gray fullbuster#juvia lockstar#anti-gruvia#or well#not very gruvia leaning#humour#fairy tail#that prompt was probably very old but oh well#my writing
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Actually, Jamil is Snow White
Now that I have your attention with my batshit theory, let me explain it along with my other predictions for the future events of chapter 5 in a 2,500+ word mess of an essay.
The past chapters have all correlated to the plot of the original Disney movie in some way. So how does chapter 5 correlate with Snow White? For the movie's story, it starts with Snow White living with her stepmother, who is vain, self-centered, and afraid that one day Snow White will surpass her beauty. The Queen makes efforts to suppress Snow White's beauty by making her a scullery maid, but Snow White does eventually surpass her. This causes the Queen to order her Huntsman to kill Snow White, but the Huntsman can't bring himself to do it and he presents the queen with a decoy heart instead.
What's interesting about TWST is that Neige has already surpassed Vil at the very beginning. Furthermore, rather than focus solely on his own beauty and beat down potential rivals, Vil attempts to nurture the beauty of the rest of his dorm and the VDC team. So how in the world do we correlate the events of the chapter to the original movie? Well, we know from previous chapters that the person twisted from a character might not be the one to actually take that character's role in the story. Though Farena exists, the one Leona tries to sabotage is Malleus. Though Rielle exists, the one Azul makes a special deal with is Yuu. Even though Neige has played a bigger part in the story so far compared to Farena and Rielle, he still might not actually be the Snow White of this story. So who are our possible candidates here?
As the person meant to rival Neige's cute appeal, Epel is the first one to pop into mind. Perhaps the NRC team's performance during the VDC goes well enough that Epel suddenly gets tons of popularity. The internet latches onto him, so much so that, at least temporarily, he ends up surpassing both Vil and Neige in Mira's beauty calculation. However, this wouldn't make sense. The Queen is supposed to hate and sabotage the Snow White, and Vil has no reason to do that to Epel after spending so much effort helping him with the express goal of having him beat out Neige. So who else?
While browsing Pixiv one night, I came across a funny comic (it was long ago enough that I don't remember how to find it again, unfortunately) where Azul actually did livestream Jamil's evil monologue in chapter 4. Rather than becoming a big scandal though, it actually becomes famous because of how good-looking Jamil is, so much so that Vil finds out about it because Jamil's name is the one Mira tells him when Vil does a beauty check. Vil proceeds to change his plans for the VDC by dumping Epel and choosing Jamil as the sole main vocal so that Jamil is his "poison apple" against Neige instead.
With the recent update, Vil's plan for the VDC is officially finalized, so that comic is firmly in AU territory. However, what if something similar happens? The NRC team's performance goes amazing. However, it is not Vil or Epel that gain attention, but Jamil, the 3rd main vocalist. Against Vil and everyone else's expectations and plans, the internet goes wild over this mysterious pretty boy, boosting Jamil into the position of most beautiful. Even Neige had to spend some amount of time getting gigs and whatever to attain his fame, but Jamil has done basically nothing outside the VDC and now he's suddenly the best... How would Vil feel about that?
With the whole trend of the previous overblot causing the next, this theory of Jamil = Snow White makes sense. Though they could always make it so it's Neige and Epel doing the stuff and then at the end Jamil delivers a speech or something that gives the final push to overblot, it would be a lot more interesting (and funny) for Jamil to be thrust into the spotlight earlier on and be a main reason for Vil's overblot.
However, all of this assumes that the beginning of Snow White correlates with the beginning of chapter 5. Let's consider that the beginning of chapter 5 actually correlates with the situation later in the movie when the Queen is plotting to get Snow White with the poison apple. In this situation, Neige would actually be the Snow White of the story. However, unless we pull some funky timeline stuff, the theory I've seen of Rook betraying Vil wouldn't happen then, since we're already past that point in the movie. So what is next? In the movie, Snow White bites the apple and falls asleep. The dwarfs return to their cottage and chase the Queen, who eventually falls to her death when a lightning bolt destroys the precipice she's cornered on. (Fun fact from Wikipedia, her scream while falling was reused for Sleeping Beauty when Maleficent gets stabbed by the Sword of Truth). Anyway, the dwarfs proceed to put Snow White in the glass coffin until a year later when the prince kisses her and takes her to his castle.
Welp, look here, we have the dwarves in TWST, so they could definitely fulfill the try to hurt Vil part here. But what would lead them to do that? Assuming that as RSA students they are heroic, they would hurt Vil if they felt that he had hurt Neige. Vil's plan for the VDC competition seems to just be performing like normal and hoping that their hard work and effort will shine through and win them the competition, so either something has to happen that causes a last-minute change to that plan or some sort of misunderstanding (Vil getting canceled) happens. How would a misunderstanding happen? It could originate from fans angry that Neige didn't win, but Vil has plenty of his own fans to counter that and make an even-sided battle. Some new falling out between Vil and Epel could occur, resulting in either Epel himself going and hurting Vil's reputation or someone else (the media or Neige) seeing Epel distraught and believing that Vil is abusing him in some way. If it's Neige that could be interesting since it'd kinda be a situation where Epel is Snow White and Neige is his Huntsman. Neige x Epel new otp??? haha anyway, there's also the possibility that the RSA students are not heroic, and the dwarves go and make rumors about Vil themselves as an underhanded strategy to give Neige the victory.
All this talk is making me forget about my boy Jamil though. How would he fit in here? Again, from the previous overblots, we know that Jamil will likely oppose Vil in some way. We have also established that this chapter 5's start = the Queen's poison apple plan's start, so Neige is the Snow White. The remaining roles for Jamil are the dwarves (unlikely since we have actual dwarves), the huntsman (unlikely since timeline and also Rook exists), and finally, the prince. Jamil x Neige new otp??? lmao anyway, What would this role mean for his involvement in the story? Well, the prince only shows up at the end to wake up Snow White, so that would make this a situation like I mentioned before with Jamil just showing up to do a speech or something that pushes Vil over the edge. Boring, what else could we do?
Well, what about the original fairy tale of Snow White? In there, the dwarves don't kill the Queen. Instead, she lives until the day of Snow White and the prince's wedding, where the prince makes her dance in red-hot slippers until she dies as punishment for trying to kill Snow White. Why would Jamil give enough of a shit about Neige to go against Vil like that though? Well, y'know what fuck it let's squeeze someone else into the role of Snow White. Kalim certainly has the hair color for it. Since Kalim is just one of the backup vocals and hasn't had much going on aside from his personal character development this chapter idk what Vil could possibly do to him. Perhaps something pertaining to his family's wealth and fame? Whatever it is, some sort of threat to Kalim would be enough motivation for Jamil to do something to Vil. Interaction between Kalim and Jamil would also serve to finish up whatever development is going on between them. Seriously bro I know Jamil was probably just stalking Kalim in that one episode to make sure he's safe but that scene is really haunting me WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
Whatever, let's keep this circus rolling with some Rook discussion! Again, we got the theory that Rook will betray Vil like the Huntsman betrayed the Queen. To discuss this idea, we gotta discuss Rook's motivations first. In episode 5-27, quoting from the translation on the wiki by Kanade Musings, Rook claims that "being a mere spectator to beautiful people and beautiful things provide [him] with such happiness" and he is "here to offer what help [he] can to help save beauty." However, he points out that "Vil does not need [Rook] to save him;" instead, what Rook wants "to protect is not Vil himself, but rather the 'beauty' he possesses." The chapter ends with Rook saying that the others would understand what he's saying if they encountered a "beauty that is blinding" and would "bring light to [their] lives."
So, with this information, would Rook betray Vil and why would he betray Vil? Well, there's the possibility that RSA's performance wows him and he switches to protecting Neige's beauty. However, this doesn't feel right to me. Neige is very famous. His first appearance was in a commercial that Cater got even when not specifically trying to find stuff on Neige. I would seriously doubt that Rook has not already done research into Neige and observed what beauty he has. If Rook doesn't already find Neige extraordinarily beautiful, I doubt that a single dance performance could transform his opinion of him. However, what if that was compounded by some loss of Vil's beauty? However, would Rook allow that to happen? He expressly said he wishes to protect Vil's beauty. If Vil lost beauty, would Rook really abandon him, or would he work to bring Vil back to his senses and restore his beauty?
Now, going back to the idea of Rook doing a betrayal, we already established way back at the beginning of this monstrosity (if you made it this far please take a hydration break or something alright? take care of yourself I love you) that Neige is not necessarily the Snow White of the story. So, we have the possibility of Rook turning against Vil on Epel's behalf, which... doesn't seem right. Idk it might be because I still just can't envision a scenario with Rook outright betraying Vil. Again, Rook has spent a bunch of time observing Epel and watching him grow. What could Epel possibly do that could mega boost his beauty in Rook's eyes? He's spent time observing Jamil too, though not as much as he observes some other people. Like, Rook is a hunter, extremely skilled at assessing targets and figuring out what makes them tick. For his opinion of someone to seriously change, it would require equally exceptional deception or change on the target's part. Seriously, why would he betray Vil?
Okay, how about we consider what exactly Rook finds beautiful. As we know from the auditions (ボーテ！100点！), Rook was able to find beauty in every person's performance, no matter how clumsy or unskilled they were. So, we get the sense that at the very least, Rook considers things beautiful that most people wouldn't consider beautiful. Then, what makes Vil beautiful to him? We know Vil is beautiful by normal person standards, but Rook doesn't go by normal person standards. Does Rook feel drawn to his determination? His power? Something we don't know about yet? I don't think we know for sure, so we don't know what it would take for Vil to lose beauty in Rook's eyes.
Well, there's a part of Rook that hasn't really come up in the main story yet: his fascination with the nonhuman students. This just brings up more questions. Since Vil is human... as far as we know... Rook's behavior towards him is motivated by something different than that which motivates his hunts, even if that something different is just a different way of being beautiful. ARGHH I DON'T KNOWWWWW we're going into his voice lines
Alright, ceremonial robes home tap 3 (from twstarchives): "There is beauty that some are just born with, but the beauty you work hard to achieve holds immeasurable power. Isn't that right?" Okay now we're getting somewhere, he appreciates hard work! Oh yeah didn't Vil say some stuff cause he felt defeated by Neige being better even though Vil put in all this hard work? The development of that sort of attitude would probably constitute a loss of beauty. Hard work would therefore also make someone beautiful in Rook's eyes.
So, who works hard? Yep, Jamil we're bringing you in again. Remember, a change is needed to drive the plot and prompt a change in Rook. Haven't we had a major change in Jamil's attitude already? Starting with having to funnel all his hard work into Kalim and keeping himself under Kalim, after chapter 4 Jamil is now channeling his work into himself and finally showing off his true talents. Given that Rook can't possibly stalk everyone in NRC in-depth, he likely doesn't have a complete idea of Jamil's capabilities especially given how Jamil was specifically trying to stay under the radar. This may give Jamil the possibility to surprise Rook with his full power, potentially shifting Rook's opinion enough to give him a significant appreciation of Jamil's beauty.
With all this information, I think I can try and build a rough simulation of events. So, the VDC teams do their performances and wow the crowd. In the meantime while the judges are deciding who wins, some shit goes down: Vil gets canceled or something, Jamil gains popularity, idk something with Neige & the dwarves. Vil's mental health takes a turn for the worst and he resorts to underhandedness. He enlists Rook for some plot against Jamil or Neige. However, Kalim gets caught in the crossfire. Inspired by Jamil's beauty and efforts to help Kalim, Rook ends up going against the plan and Vil. Vil overblots, blah blah backstory, then the judges release the results of the competition, and the winding down/aftermath/party time is the 2nd day of the festival whatever when the gang can go see all the other booths and stuff.
Even after all this I sincerely doubt my final prediction here will come to pass but y'know, all about the journey not the destination. Honestly, I thought of the title of this post when I was only partway through like "Haha isn't this theory about Jamil being Snow White so out there" but nope that's actually a foundation of my ideas now. What am I doing???
Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this mess. Please feel free to message me or something if this rant gave you any ideas that you wanna share.
#twst analysis#twst#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#jamil viper#neige leblanche#rook hunt#epel felmier#twst theories
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One Chance || myg
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↠ One Chance ↞ Min Yoongi was a lot of things.
A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project.
And the last thing you ever would have expected.
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Warnings/Genre: College!au. Music producer!Yoongi x Singer!Reader. Fluff. Explicit language. Some angst. Mentions of alcohol. s2l. Oneshot.
A/n: Hey all you cool cats and kittens. Hope you’re all staying safe out there! I wasn’t intending to write this, but I had no other choice.
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Min Yoongi.
The name stared up at you in size twelve font, black letters printed onto the white sheeted paper. Every other word on the page blurred around the edges as you tried to place a face to the name. You weren’t good with names, never had been. So with a sigh, you leaned to the side and mumbled to the girl sitting next to you in class.
“Hey, who’s Min Yoongi?”
She--Mira? Mina? something like that--glanced up from her portfolio opened up on the desk and shot you a disbelieving look. You couldn’t blame her, not really. It was nearing the end of the semester and your vocal class had worked with the music production class multiple times throughout the course of the year. Neither class was very big, so you probably should have known the names of all twenty students. Total. Ten in each class.
But hey, in your defense you’d had a lot on your plate, seeing as how you were about to graduate from university and all. Which was a pretty big deal, so memorizing the names of people you only saw a few times ever-so-often wasn’t high up on your list of priorities.
But Min Yoongi.
You recognized him the moment you saw the soft outline of his profile through the glass window of the studio door a day later. He had his attention trained on whatever was on his laptop screen, pale hand sliding across the mousepad. His dark brows were pinched in concentration and you could see the tip of his tongue digging into the side of his cheek.
Even though the overly-bright lights in the room were on, the guy still somehow managed to blend in with the slate grey walls. Hell, his icy blond hair was the only color to stand out amongst all the black clothing. The oversized hoodie and black joggers he wore looked comfortable, and had you glancing down at your own outfit self-consciously. Had the sweater, skirt and high heeled boots combo been too much? Should you have dressed down a little?
Whatever. It was too late now.
Watching him through the door made you feel like some kind of stalking creep, but you couldn’t help it.
You’d seen him around campus a few times and recognized him from whenever your classes joined together and was a little disappointed at yourself for not recognizing his name. Even though you'd never spoken a word to him before, you were a little apprehensive about being partnered together. Min Yoongi had a reputation, and not a very good one. Sure, he was talented at what he did, producing music, to the point where a lot of people in the music department called him a genius. But he was known for being standoffish. Rude. And could cut someone down with a few words from his naturally pouty lips.
You didn’t like to judge a book by its cover, or by the rumors that circulated about them. However, that did nothing for the intimidating aura that bled from the man like cologne the second you stepped foot into the room.
He didn’t even pause in whatever he was doing to spare you a glance. Just announced in a dry, rumbling voice, “You’re late.”
“Uh.” You hesitated halfway into the room, the door swinging shut behind you automatically. Two seconds in and he already hated you. Great. “Sorry. I got lost.”
That made him look up and watch as you pulled the only other rolling chair back from the desk and plopped down. God, his eyes were just as daunting as the rest of him: onyx in color and cat-like in shape, they were bottomless as he blinked at you lazily. And he slowly raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“You got lost.” Yoongi repeated slowly. So sarcastically that you didn’t even hear a question mark at the end of it. “Aren’t you about to graduate? How are you still getting lost on campus?”
Your mouth opened and closed, embarrassed heat blossoming across your cheeks. You were blushing hard and you knew it, but that sure as hell didn’t mean that you had to acknowledge it. So you just sniffed and dug through your backpack for an excuse to break eye contact. “I haven’t been in here before.”
It was true. In a way. The hall of studios that you were in now were for the senior music production students. There was a completely different area for each year, but each student had their own assigned as theirs for the semester. So you weren’t lying when you said you hadn’t been to his exact studio before.
Which he seemed to catch on to, if the way Yoongi’s second eyebrow raised to join the first told you anything. But he let it go and turned back to shut his laptop, which you could now see was opened to a music production app. You weren’t very schooled on how to operate it, but even you could tell that he seemed to be very far into whatever it was he was making.
Though you didn’t get a good enough look at it before he closed it.
“Even though we have a month to do this, we should figure out what kind of song we’re making now instead of later.” Yoongi stated in that gruff voice of his and clicked a few things on his laptop. “Since you’re the one singing, you’ll be setting the tone--”
“Wait.” You interrupted.
Yoongi stopped whatever it was he was about to say to give you a blank look, the corners of his lips turned down. “What?”
Clearing your throat, you continued on despite the way his expression tried to cow you into shutting up. “How’re we splitting this up?”
A valid question. Not every person who created music worked in the same way. Some liked to do things a completely different way than somebody else might’ve. Last time you’d worked with one of the students from the music production class, the two of you had butted heads the whole way. He hadn’t wanted to hear your input at all, and you weren’t about to be shoved off to the side like some kind of un-opinionated mouthpiece again.
Yoongi made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a hum. “I normally make the track and leave the lyrics up to the singer unless they need help.”
He looked at you from out of the corner of his eye as he clicked a few buttons on the keyboard in front of him to bring the giant monitor above the control panel to life. “Can you write?”
“Yes.” The word left your mouth before you could even think about it.
“Good. You’ll take care of that then.” Yoongi slid a blank yellow notepad into the empty space on the control panel between you. “Though we’ll need to do the melody before that.”
The next time the two of you met was almost a week later. It’d been sometime late in the afternoon when you both finally had time in your schedules. Because for some stupid reason, even though both of your classes were combined to work on the project, it had to be done outside of class.
Ugh.
As if you didn’t already have enough things to stress over. Like say, securing a job for after graduation.
During the first meeting between the two of you, you’d already decided on what kind of song you wanted to make. Something upbeat, but not over the top, though not boring either. You weren’t a huge fan of sounding like every other music artist out there and apparently Yoongi had felt the same. So it’d been easy to come up with.
He’d texted over a few ideas for the concept and you’d been pleasantly surprised at how serious he took it. At how complex and layered the ideas he’d come up with were. They were a lot better than anything you could have ever dreamed up and you were beyond astonished.
Especially when he met you outside of his studio door, blond hair was secured back off his forehead by a white headband, and greeted you with, “I finished the track.”
“Already?” Shock was clear in your voice and you watched open mouthed as he unlocked the door and held it open for you to follow him inside. The lights flickered on overhead, but you were too busy staring at his back to notice. “That was quick, holy shit.”
Yoongi shrugged off your awe and wiggled the mouse to bring his computer to life. “It was no big deal. And now we can work on the melody.”
Still gaping at the blond, you shuffled forward to drop your bag next to your chair. “Okay. Um. Where should we start?”
Pulling out his chair, he sat down and lazily dragged the mouse over to open up his production software. “Listen to it first and let me know if you want to make any changes.”
“Yeah, okay.” You plopped down into your own chair and watched as he pressed play.
The music that poured from the expensive speakers started off slowly until it tapered off into what you assumed would be the first chorus. And you found yourself unconsciously tapping your fingers against your thigh when the bridge finally hit, you had to bite your lip to contain an excited smile. The moment it ended, you twisted in your chair to see that he was already looking at you. Though he kept his face blank, you could literally see question lingering behind those cat-like eyes of his.
“Mm.” You hummed, nodding your head and trying your damnedest to keep the grin from your face.
When you failed to say anything more, Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Mm?”
“Mm.” You finally let the smile touch your lips. “I really liked it. It’s good.”
“Yeah?” He reached out to stop the track from replaying on a loop. “Any changes?”
“Nah. I like it just the way it is.”
“Alright.” Was what he responded with, but you could tell that he was pleased beneath that hard exterior of his. “The melody then.”
“The melody.” You agreed.
Min Yoongi was extremely anal when it came to anything he attached his name to.
That was probably why he had so many music companies vying for his attention. Not only did he produce nothing short of perfect tracks, but he’d even made some cash on the side selling some of them. Or so you’d heard through the grapevine.
Which was exactly why you were left staring at the blank notebook settled across your crossed legs. The pen in your hand had yet to put ink to the blank pages hours after you’d gotten home. All because some guy intimidated the hell out of you.
Most of the songs you wrote were fine. But that was the problem.
Min Yoongi didn’t do fine. And you had no doubt in your mind that he’d tear your work to absolute shreds should you present him something lackluster. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to jump the gun and tell him you’d be fine writing by yourself.
It was way too late now.
“How long are you going to stare like that?”
Snapping out of your self-degrading thoughts, you turned to look over your shoulder. Jennie, your ever present roommate, was standing behind the couch shoving spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth. By the lack of makeup on her face and the messy bun her long black hair was thrown up into, she was more than likely about to go to bed.
“Stare like what?” You asked with a poorly concealed pout, pulling out your earbuds that’d been playing the track on a constant loop.
“Like you’re constipated or something.” Jennie waved her spoon at you before dipping it back into the bowl to scoop up more soggy cereal. “Project really giving you that much trouble?”
She didn’t necessarily know exactly what was going on with you, not exactly. Sure, she knew that you were partners with Yoongi and had been spending a lot of time with the man for the project. But she didn’t know just how much pressure you were under. Self-inflicted or not.
“These lyrics are kicking my ass.” Groaning, you leaned to the side until you were sprawled out on the couch.
“Why?” Jennie rested her arms against the back of it, bowl of milk and cereal hovering over you dangerously. “They don’t normally.”
She had a point. It wasn’t usually so difficult to write a damn song, but you also didn’t usually have a perfectionist genius as a partner. Instead of saying that though, you just threw your arms over your face. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this, ‘ya know? I should drop out while I still can.”
“O-kay.” You could hear her exasperated eye roll. “Don’t stress so much about it. You know, whenever you’re done being overdramatic.”
Jennie successfully dodged the couch pillow you chucked after fleeing footsteps. A buzz from your phone had you reaching for it blindly and the text on the screen had you burying your face into the cushions.
Min Yoongi: you free tomorrow?
Y/n: yeah. Same time?
His response came in not even five seconds later.
Min Yoongi: works for me
“So, see you tomorrow?” The question left your lips as you packed your stuff back into your bag. You still hadn’t been able to come up with any lyrics. At least none good enough to show your partner. So while you’d both been in the studio, you’d busied yourself trying to write and Yoongi had been doing whatever it was that he did.
He’d just powered down the computer he’d been working on and shook his head without looking at you. “I can’t tomorrow. I have plans.”
“Oh, really?” That came as a surprise. The fact that there was something or someone out there that could force the Min Yoongi to ditch working on a song. “What kind of plans?”
Ever since you’d showed up with food two weeks ago, he’d been a little more amicable towards you. Not as closed off. Which, of course, only led to you bringing some with you every day. Maybe food being the way to a man’s heart really applied to every man. Nonetheless, with the way the two of you would banter back and forth without heat made you hope that it wasn’t just you who considered him a friend.
Yoongi paused, only for a moment, but he paused all the same in throwing his bag over his shoulder before he answered. “I...have a show.”
“A show?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood up. That was the last thing you would have expected to leave his mouth. “What kind of show?”
“It’s not the type of show you’d want to watch.” He headed for the door and you scrambled to follow after him.
Leaning against the wall while he locked up the door, you folded your arms across your chest. “Why? You a stripper or something?”
Yoongi didn’t even spare you a look, just pocketed his keys and started down the hallway, apparently assuming that you’d follow. “You saying I wouldn’t be a good stripper?”
He’d assumed correctly. Your legs raced to catch up. “I never said that. You insinuated that all by yourself.”
An amused scoff passed his lips, but that was all you got in response. You weren’t about to letter the matter drop though. “So, are you?”
“Am I what?”
“A stripper.”
A pause. And then Yoongi met your sparkling gaze and shook his head with a huffing laugh. “No, I’m not a stripper.”
“Well, if your show isn’t anything rated NC-18, then can I go?”
“Why would you want to go?”
His question had you sending him a hesitant look. “Because we’re friends, aren't we?”
A heavy sigh escaped him. “If I say no, will you stop asking?”
You pretended to think for a minute before clicking your tongue. “Nope.”
He looked over at you, feline eyes squinting in contemplation. As much as Min Yoongi liked to act like he came across as aloof, he was a lot easier to read than he probably thought. And he must have found whatever it was he was looking for, because his thoughtful pout turned into a careless shrug.
“Whatever. Fine.”
“Sweet.” You grinned up at him and finally let him go on his merry way.
It was difficult to find a parking spot. You’d had to loop around the block at least ten times before you were finally able to squeeze your car into a space between two giant SUVs. The spot wasn’t exactly close to where you were supposed to meet Yoongi, but it was the best you could do.
When he’d texted you the address, you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little apprehensive at first. It was located on the outskirts of downtown where you’d never been before. Because the further out you went from the center of the city, the more dangerous it got.
Y/n: I’m here.
You sent the text off to Yoongi and cut the car engine. Throwing a glance at the clock on the dash, you silently thanked yourself for leaving a bit early in order to get there in time. The sun had long gone down and the moon had taken its place, so the streets were dark. Only lit up by the street lamps and lights that bled from apartment windows. Most of the businesses were closed for the night, the corner store half a block down was the only one still open.
You had about six blocks to walk and was just about to get out of your car when your phone started vibrating in your hand.
“Hello?” You answered the call, voice pitched with barely concealed amusement.
“Where are you?” Yoongi’s voice was even deeper over the phone, if that were possible. And you could hear the sounds of cars driving past him in the background.
You rolled your eyes even though he wasn’t there to see it. “I told you that I’m here.”
He sighed into the phone and you just knew that he was making a face. “Where is ‘here’ exactly?”
“Like, parked a few blocks away.” You popped your car door open, turning back to the passenger seat to grab your bag. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Stay where you are.” Yoongi demanded and you raised an eyebrow. “I’ll come get you.”
“You don’t have to.” You huffed a laugh. “I have two legs, ‘ya know.”
“Really? Never noticed.” In the background, voices blended in with the sound of cars. “This neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest. So just tell me where you are so I can make sure you don’t get stabbed or something.”
“‘Stabbed or something?’” It was difficult to hide your amusement now, but you obeyed and got back inside your car anyway, letting him know what street you were on. “My knight in shining armor, you say the most romantic things.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. You knew he did. “Nevermind. Maybe I’ll just let you get stabbed while I make my escape.”
The bark of laughter that left you was impossible to contain. “I could run faster than you and you know it. So try me.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Yeah okay. You wouldn't--”
A click told you that yes, he would. And you were left staring down at your phone with open mouthed disbelief. How dare he? You were just about to call him back and tell him as much, when a knock on your car window had you jumping with a small shriek.
Yoongi stood right outside your door with his fist still raised and a gummy grin on his pouty lips. You just stuck your tongue out at him childishly and grabbed your bag before slipping out of your car. “You’re a bully.”
He slid his hands into the pockets of his dark colored jeans and shrugged. “Would a bully walk all the way over here to make sure you don’t get robbed?”
Now it was your turn to shrug, taking him in and pretending not to see his onyx eyes slide down your body. Yoongi was dressed casually like usual. With a plain white t-shirt and a black zip up jacket thrown over it, he pulled it off like he’d just stepped off a magazine cover. How in the hell he always managed to do that was a mystery to you. And you knew you didn’t compare to him, even with your high-waisted white joggers and grey crop top.
Whatever. It wasn’t like it was bright enough outside to matter anyway.
“That sounds exactly like something a robber would say.” You flicked your hair over your shoulder and took off down the cracked sidewalk, making sure to lock your car behind you.
“Not like there’d be much to steal.” Yoongi’s voice caught up to you right as he did, walking side by side with the occasional brushing of his shoulder against yours.
You responded to his playful jab by lightly smacking his arm. “Careful there. Keep saying such poetic words and you’ll make me fall in love with you, Min Yoongi.”
He went quiet, but you could feel him looking at you from the corner of his eye. His gaze was a weight that burned through you, a light shining through the night.
The rest of the walk passed by pretty quickly, especially when nobody jumped out of an alleyway to rob you at knifepoint. Whether or not that was because of the man walking at your side, or something else, it didn’t matter. Not when the building you were headed to for the night popped up in the distance.
It looked like any other building on the street, with rough brick siding and a glowing red and green sign advertising the bar. Situated on the corner, you were just about to head inside when Yoongi’s hand caught your arm.
“It’s this way.” He answered your confused look by tugging you gently down the alleyway right next to the bar.
“But I thought it was inside.” You glanced back behind you before looking back towards the dead ended alley.
Yoongi dropped his hand from your arm. “It is.”
“Ah, makes sense.” You nodded sarcastically, successfully drawing a smile from your escort.
“Be patient and you’ll see.”
True to his word, you saw what he meant when he came to a stop outside of a side door. There weren’t any signs or anything indicated what it led to, but you could take a guess as Yoongi pulled it open and gestured for you to enter first.
It was dark inside and you had to squint in the dim lighting in order to see anything. You were in what appeared to be some kind of entrance that reminded you of one of the speakeasies downtown. Though there wasn’t a soul in sight, just a staircase at the end of the short hall. Unless you counted the loud base of music pounding through your feet and straight to your bones. The door slammed shut behind Yoongi and then he was taking the lead towards the stairs.
The further down you went, the louder the music got until it was all you could hear. And once you got to the bottom of the stairs and turned into the room, you found out why. Bodies were packed wall-to-wall, some moving to the music pouring from the speakers and others nodding their heads with drinks in their hands. Red and purple lights made the room seem bigger than it actually was, made it easier to lose yourself in the crowd.
Yoongi had taken you to an underground club. Which just made you all the more curious about just what kind of show he was going to be performing in.
“Want a drink?” Yoongi’s voice, even though spoken directly in your ear, was barely distinguishable from the lyrics bleeding through the room.
You simply nodded, taking care not to bash your head into his nose from where he was leaning over for you to hear him. He said something you couldn’t hear, words lost to the crowd. But you assumed he wanted you to follow him when he started to merge himself into the throngs of people. Just when you thought that you’d have to try and fight your way through to keep up with him, he was reaching back to grab your hand.
Wrapped his slender fingers around yours without sparing you a second look.
He was just trying to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowd. Yeah, that was it. There was no other reason for it, so therefore your heart had no reason to speed up. To thump in time with the bass as you followed behind him. Especially when the warmth from his palm slid into yours.
“What do you want?” Yoongi turned back to speak in your ear. Shit, you hadn’t even realized that you’d already reached the packed bar. So you forced yourself to focus on the two bartenders running around behind it, rather than the hand still in yours.
“Tequila.” You answered. Yoongi raised both eyebrows in surprise before turning back to the bar. With his eyes no longer on you, it made breathing a whole lot easier. And you turned your attention away from Yoongi’s slim back and towards the stage.
It was all the way on the other side of the room and you watched as a guy walked across it with a mic in his hands. The music was lowered and his voice cracked to life through the speakers. Whatever announcement he was making went in one ear and out the other because Yoongi turned back around with a plastic cup extended out towards you. His other hand was empty and you sent him a questioning look.
Whether or not he knew what you were silently asking, or was just making a general announcement, he answered your question. “I have to perform soon.”
You made an ‘o’ with your mouth and accepted the drink with a smile in thanks. “You still haven’t told me what you’re gonna be doing.”
You had to stand on your tippy-toes in order for Yoongi to hear you, which didn’t go unnoticed by him if the amused gleam in his eyes was anything to go by. “You’ll see.”
Which was exactly how you found yourself with another drink in your hands and your back leaning against the bar. If you were being completely honest, you hadn’t been sure what to expect. A lot of different things had popped into your mind about what kind of shows your partner liked to put on. Some ranging from completely ridiculous, to weird, to funny.
But none of them had been this.
Min Yoongi was a lot of things. A talented producer, a deep thinker, a musical genius.
Never would you have thought to add “rapper” to the list. You should have known, was a little surprised at yourself for not being able to guess. Like all other things Min Yoongi, he was incredibly good at it. Took to the stage like a natural. And you were completely awestruck, unable to look away the whole time he was up on that stage, letting words flow from his lips like some kind of poetic river.
Calm, yet bubbling over with the effortless way he captured the attention of everyone in the room. The track he rapped over was fast paced, but he had no trouble keeping up and keeping the crowd engaged at the same time. He performed three songs, but it wasn’t enough. And judging by the one last look at the crowd Yoongi took before exiting the stage, it wasn’t enough for him either.
Whoever took his place didn’t have one ounce of your attention. And maybe that was rude or whatever, but you didn’t care. Not when you caught sight of his blond head making its way towards you. He got stopped multiple times along the way by people congratulating him with pats on the back or short conversations.
By the time Yoongi finally made his way back to your side, your second drink was extended out to him with a grin on your face. You’d barely even taken a sip from it, so it was completely full and beginning to sweat water. “That was amazing!”
The performer on stage was loud, but you could tell that Yoongi heard you by the smile he tried and failed to hide behind the rim of the plastic cup. But you weren’t going to leave it at that, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and squeezing to make sure you got your point across. “Like, incredibly amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you could rap like that?”
“You never asked.” He shrugged. Yoongi wasn’t the type of person to feed off of compliments, you knew that. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate them. The way his onyx colored eyes glittered told as much. And when he tilted the plastic cup back and drained the contents, the confidence that flowed beneath his skin gave it away too. “You wanna get out of here?”
“Where are we going?”
“Patience, young padawan.”
A snort of amusement from the passenger side of your car had you throwing Yoongi a wink. He completely ignored you in favor of thumbing through the playlist on your phone. It was hooked up to the radio via bluetooth and ever since you’d left the underground club, he’d been focused on silently judging you for your music choices.
When Yoongi had suggested bailing on the club, he hadn’t really had a particular place in mind. Which you’d soon figured out the moment you stepped out the door. He’d taken the subway to the place, so you’d all but shoved him into your car before he had a chance to say no.
“You really have Ariana Grande on here?” He wiggled your phone in your peripheral and you would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t too busy merging off the freeway.
“What’s wrong with Ari?” You huffed in mock offense.
“Nothing.”
“I can literally hear the judgement in your voice.”
“Maybe you should focus on the road then.”
Now you really did roll your eyes. Though the bark of laughter that accompanied it showed your lack of annoyance. “I would if we weren’t already here.”
Yoongi looked up from your phone just as you were putting the car into park. His eyes squinted into the dark with a furrow of his eyebrows. “We’re at the beach?”
“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ and turned off your car, quickly hopping out before you could fall victim to his flatline stare.
The scent of sea salt lingered in the semi-humid air and you paused for a moment to inhale deeply. There was nothing quite like the smell of the ocean, and when the passenger side door opened and closed, you rounded the car to wave Yoongi along. He caught up to you right as your shoe hit the wooden planks of the boardwalk. You’d had to park way back in one of the lots far away from the beach for whatever godforsaken reason.
Shopfronts, closed and shuttered by metal grates due to the late hour, greeted you as you walked down the path. And Yoongi’s presence at your side was calming. Hell, everything about that man was. Never would you have thought that about him, not at first. Not with the rocky way your friendship had started.
Neither would you have expected the warmth that bloomed in your chest everytime he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his. Or flashed you one of his patented gummy smiles. He’d somehow wormed a place into your heart with that sarcastic wit of his. No, the last thing you would have expected from your final project was this.
But you didn’t mind. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, only looked at you like a friend, you didn’t mind. Because you’d take anything he offered you. And if a friendship was all he was willing to give, that was okay too.
“Where are we going exactly?” Yoongi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you glanced up at him to see that he was already looking at you.
“Do we need to have a destination?” You shot back with a wiggle of your eyebrows. “It’s all in the journey.”
He rolled his eyes skyward as if silently asking why me, but let a smile touch his lips anyway “And this journey leads to the beach I’m guessing?”
“Maybe.” You dragged out the syllables, nudging your shoulder with his playfully. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the beach.”
“Who doesn’t like the beach?”
“That’s exactly what I’m--whoa.” Your feet came to a halt right as you stepped out from between two shops, where the boardwalk met the beach. Yoongi stopped at your side, but you didn’t even notice.
Because you were too busy staring at the apparent concert that was being held further down the beach. Apparently the loud music you’d heard from the parking lot wasn’t from one of the many speakers placed throughout the boardwalk. Well, that would explain the lack of parking at least.
Even from where the two of you stood, you could tell that the crowd was huge. They took up a big chunk of the beach, bodies nothing but a dark mass in the distance as they danced to the music from the stage. You couldn’t tell who it was, not that far away. But the multicolored lights flashed into the sky like a beacon.
“I wonder who’s performing.” Yoongi’s mumble had you bending down to unlace your shoes. “What’re you doing?”
“You wanna know who’s performing?” Slipping off your socks, you threw both those and your shoes into your bag. Once it was closed up, you sent Yoongi a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s go find out.”
He didn’t move, just gave you a look before realization dawned on his face. “You want to sneak in.”
It was a statement, not a question, but you nodded your head anyway. “Come on, when will you ever have the chance to do something like this again. Don’t tell me you’re scared we’ll get caught.”
Yoongi scoffed, but leaned down to slip off his shoes in an uncharacteristic move. You knew he wasn’t much of a partier and didn’t do things like this very often. So the fact that he was caving to your suggestion had your mind whirling. “I’m just surprised, is all.”
“At what?”
A smirk was thrown your way as he stood back up, but that was all the answer you got. After all the time you’ve spent with the man, you’d like to consider yourself a Yoongi Whisperer. So that smirk probably meant something along the lines of: I’m surprised that you’re a super awesome badass.
Or something.
“Just come on.” You grabbed his hand without thinking, dragging him behind you onto the sand. When he failed to complain, you took that as a greenlight to continue doing so.
When his fingers linked themselves with yours, it took all you had to not falter in your steps. To pretend like you weren’t affected by such a thoughtless action. To calm the rapid beating of your heart.
The closer you got to the concert, the louder the music got, until you could hear the roar of the crowd over the artist on stage. It was EDM, or at least sounded like it. Of course, as soon as you got closer, you spotted your first hurdle. One you’d been unable to see from far away.
A chain link fence stood between the two of you and a night of fun. It had your shoulders deflating before you even realized it, and you turned to the blond at your side. “Should we climb it or something?”
Biting your lip, you eyed just how far up it was. Even if the two of you managed to climb it, there was no way that you wouldn’t be spotted by security. And being arrested was the last thing on your to-do list.
“Or.” Yoongi crossed over to the fence and wrapped his hands along the bottom of it. With a quick glance around to make sure that no one was looking, he lifted it up and back, bending it backwards with just enough space left at the bottom for someone to squeeze underneath.
There was no way that he would have been strong enough on his own to lift it, and a closer look had you snorting a laugh. Apparently the two of you weren’t the only ones who’d had the idea to sneak in.
“You going?” He questioned and you started forward before a smartass remark could leave his mouth.
The sand was cool beneath your body as you shimmied underneath the space between the fence and the ground. And once you were on the other side, you crouched down and grabbed the fence from Yoongi to pull back towards your side. “I’m surprised that you’re going along with this, to be honest. Don’t you hate music like this?”
He grunted as he crawled across the sand towards you. “You wanted to.”
“So?” Your voice was soft, but he was still able to hear you over the pounding bass. The fence dropped from your fingers once he was on your side, but you didn’t move, just stared up at him as he stood.
“So.” Yoongi started, extending a hand down to help you up. “Are you coming?”
His answer had warmth blossoming in your chest and a tiny smile blooming on your face. Had you reaching out to let him help you up off the sand. He didn’t let go while you brushed yourself off, but he did guide the both of you towards the writhing crowd, if only to avoid being spotted by security.
It was a good thing that Yoongi was a slim man, because it made slipping through the numerous dancing bodies closer towards the stage a whole lot easier. You’d made it to about the middle when he stopped and tugged you closer to join him in a pocket of space between two different groups of people. The scent of marijuana mixed in with sea salt from the ocean in a cocktail that usually accompanied things like that.
“Dance with me.” You spoke into Yoongi’s ear, ignoring the excited flush you felt at being so close to him.
“I can’t dance.” He stated, despite the hand he slipped around your waist and pressed into your back. Whether or not to move you out of the range of the group of girls dancing wildly behind you, or something else, you didn’t know.
Chest to chest, you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating. “Mm. I don’t believe you. Everyone can dance.”
“That’s a lie.” Yoongi’s lips were titled up at the corners and his gaze on you was soft. Gentle.
The flashing lights on the stage flickered through his dark colored eyes. Turned those once pools of onyx into a glittering galaxy that you couldn’t look away from. That hypnotized you like the beat that pulsed beneath your skin and drowned your ears.
“That’s not true.” Your mumble was lost to the crowd. Buried somewhere underneath the music as he moved closer. And the butterflies nestled deep in your gut fluttered their wings when his other hand cupped the side of your face.
Your eyes fluttered closed when his nose brushed yours and his breath fanned across your cheek. That was the only warning you got before his mouth was on yours. His lips were soft and he tasted like the strawberry chapstick he liked to wear. And the kiss, like everything Min Yoongi, was slow. Not in a lazy way. More like he was taking the time to savor it. To remember what your hair felt like as he slid his hand into it.
Or the way you involuntarily sighed into his mouth when his teeth caught your bottom lip. How your fingers found their way into the short hairs at the nape of his neck when you pulled him closer. How he’d had to hold back a laugh at the way you were standing on your tippy-toes in order to reach him.
You probably wouldn’t have pulled away and neither would he, if it weren’t for the rain that suddenly tore from the sky like an opened dam. Drenching anything and everything around it faster than you could blink. It had you forcing yourself away from the magnetizing pull of Yoongi’s lips to give him an eye crinkling smile.
“What was that for?” You didn’t care if you were getting wet.
Neither did he apparently, because he ran a thumb over the lips he’d just kissed, sending shivers down your spine. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“No. Break it down for me.”
He met your imploring gaze almost bashfully, eyes squinting from the rain. “I’ve liked you since practically the beginning of the semester.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t know how.”
Shaking your head in disbelief, you let out a small laugh. “I can’t believe you, Min Yoongi.”
He opened his mouth to respond when he was cut off by a loud clap of thunder. Both of you glanced up at the dark sky at the same time.
Everyone around you was either ignoring the torrential downpour or shrieking and attempting to use anything to shield themselves from getting wet. Once the sound of thunder echoed a streak of lightning, you knew what was about to happen next and turned to meet Yoongi’s eyes. He, like everyone else, was drenched and his blond hair stuck to the damp skin of his face. It had you grinning at the pout on his mouth and you leaned forward to press your lips to his one final time before pulling away.
“We should get out of here before everyone else decides to do the same.” You had to shout to be heard over both the rain and the noise from everything else. It was only a matter of time before the concert got either canceled or postponed due to the thunderstorm and you didn’t want to be caught in the middle.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Yoongi wiped water from his eyes and grabbed your hand to start navigating the hell out of there.
And as your eyes trained themselves to his slim back and your fingers interlocked themselves with his, you smiled. The lyrics that you’d been struggling so hard to write came to life beneath the fire in your chest. You had no one but the man in front of you to thank for the inspiration.
Min Yoongi was a lot of things.
A musical genius, a poet, a light in a sea of darkness.
Min Yoongi was nothing if not beautiful.
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My review of 2020
Or: I say thank you.
First of all, sorry for the long post 😅. You guys know I don'tike long posts without a "read more under the line". But I nade the post with my mobile phone.... Aaaaaaaanyway. Also sorry for all the tags. I hope I don't annoyed someone with it <~<. So let's continue:
I think this year has been a particularly difficult year for everyone. As 2020 is drawing to a close, I mentally let the year pass again.
The bottom line is that I have to say that 2020 was turbulent for me, but not necessarily bad. Much good, but also bad, has happened. And I want to start with the bad things right away.
At the beginning of the year, my depression and eating disorder relapsed. I've always had trouble talking about it because I know my friends can't handle this issue. I felt pressured because they wanted to do things with me, but I couldn't. So I withdrew completely, hiding my emotions and wearing a mask.
At that time I created this blog. At first I didn't want to create my own content, just follow the content of @ladycibia, @hogwartsmystory and @kyril-hphm. Incidentally, that is also the reason why I call these 3 blogs the Big Three. So it's their fault that I'm here. Lol.
And then the first Hyops message came at the end of March. A very good friend of mine got Corvid-19 and lost the battle against the disease a few days later. I still remember how the news pulled the floor from under my feet. It feels like I completely lost faith in everything and I started to realize how dangerous this year could be.
But life goes on and so I visited a friend and her family in early July. It was the anniversary of her husband's death, who was also a very good friend of mine. He died of cancer last year and I couldn't go to his funeral. So I wanted to stop by on the day he died. I actually thought I could do it. But when you read a friend's name on a tombstone for the first time.. Guys, that's a punch in the stomach like no other and I can't really describe how it feels. I had made up my mind not to cry in front of his wife or children because it was hard enough for them. Didn't work.
And of course this year meant to go one better.
Another friend of mine died of the virus in mid-August, leaving behind a wife and a child. Again, I was unable to attend the funeral. And to be honest, it still bothers me way more I want to admit. In two years I lost three wonderful people who meant a lot to me and I couldn't say goodbye to any of them. When I see the three of them again after my death, you can be sure I'll kick their butts for it.
But August was the worst month for me in many ways. In addition to the death of my buddy, my father's family also volunteered. And that means only one thing - trouble. And properly. I haven't had contact with this family for over 12 years for good reason. Now one person from this family has passed away. And first of all, I don't really care if anyone of them would die. I don't even know the person who passed away. But I wasn't told either by my grandmother or my father. So my deadline to cancel the inheritance has expired. Of course it was debts. You have to know that the inheritance rights of my country are very complicated. The reason my father or grandmother didn't tell me about it was because they didn't want to bother with the paperwork. They always had the opportunity to contact me via Facebook or my half-sister. But that would mean work for them. And while I was walking from lawyer to lawyer to court to court, I was allowed to hear sayings from my grandmother that I apparently have achieved nothing in my life. Nice to know that some people never change. I'm still struggling with this matter to this day and will probably not be able to fully clarify this until the beginning of 2021.
At the end of October everything seemed to be taking its revenge and I passed out at a friend's house. Nobody knows exactly what happened until today, but my friend took me to the hospital where I had to stay one night. That was Halloween. And I'm such a big fan of hospitals hahahaha hahahaha. After that I was allowed to wear an ECG for 2 weeks and it turned out that my heart values had deteriorated. Why not. Let's just take everything with us this year!
Rounding out the negatives this year was my (as a teenager) best friend's suicide. I have to say that I haven't had any contact with this person for 9 years. However, it is the one who cut herself in her youth and then called me afterwards because she didn't know what to do. It was also the one I tried to get into therapy for 2 years. But her mother was always against it. And it was exactly this mother who was standing in my mother's shop, telling her about her daughter's suicide and that I was probably in the farewell letter. I don't know exactly what it said, but the mother now blames me for her daughter's suicide. And do you know what's craziest about the whole thing? I agreed with her! I really thought it was my fault because I knew how sick my former friend was. Yet I was the one who ended the friendship (for many reasons that had nothing to do with her depression). And I still wonder what would have happened if I had acted differently.
But enough of the negative things! A lot of nice things happened this year too. Among other things, I have found a new job within my group, earn more money and have pleasant working hours. I've renovated my apartment and I've started saving money on a new one. My two nieces are now going to school and I am a proud aunt. My male best friend and his girlfriend (my best harry potter friend) are pregnant and are expecting their first child soon and my mother's health is better.
But one of the best things that happened to me this year is this blog.
I already mentioned that I actually only created this blog to stalk the Big Three. I didn't want my own content at all. But I discovered more and more blogs and these incredibly great MCs that I thought I wanted to do whole too. And so Samantha O'Connell was born.
I received so much great support and encouragement on this platform. I don't think many people even realize how much that means to me. Especially this year.
I have also found great and lovable people here, some of whom I also call my friends. Even if we come from other countries, speak other languages and may never see each other in real life, you are my friends and I am grateful to know you.
@annabelle-tanaka-official : I'll start with you of course! XD on tumblr you are just my best friend. I don't write as much with anyone as I do with you. You are such an incredibly talented person and so warm hearted! Over the year we have invented so many insiders that soon nobody will know what we mean. Be it the monster hug, or that my cats are your spies or our many RP scenarios, which I really enjoy and which always make me laugh. I thank you for that!! I love you so much and I am so glad that we are friends! *minster hug*
@lunasilvermorny / @lunasilvermore : you are next to you !!! XD the next person I write to almost every day. What started with a little conversation about among us has turned into a friendship. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to streaming with you next year (and this year)!!! You are such a good listener that strengthens me. Your support is so nice of you too! Just the fact that you have subscribed to my YouTube channel xD (because of the language I even have an idea). I'm looking forward to the next year with you! Thank you so much for dealing with my craziness and still likes me!
@kyril-hphm : muahahahaha. You can't escape me !!! Yes, what should I say? One of my big three even made friends with me. One of my Senpais noticed me! And then it's a lovely fluffy marshmallow! I still think it's funny that we have such similar circuits and hearts! Nevertheless you are an incredibly honest, loving and talented person. I've never told you before, but sometimes I stare (for 20 minutes +) at your drawings to improve my style (just not working so far). You are an honest person and I am happy every time we talk, or when you react to my content. I would like to say thank you for that too! You are great and you can trust yourself more.
@carewyncromwell : my Chinese fireball, my Disney princess. Yes, for me you exude the aura of a Disney princess and nothing can change my mind. So! You were one of the first friends I made here on tumblr and one of the first to write with me! I still remember how proud and nervous I was back then! Just when I was in the hospital on Halloween and couldn't sleep that night, you kept texting me and distracting me from my fear. That means a lot to me. You are such a creative and lovable person too. Ah, that's just amazing. Your comments or hashtags always make me grin or laugh. Thank you for all your support and help!
@catohphm : my fluffier Ravenclaw brother!!! Of course you can't be missing either. I also write with you almost every day and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your kind words and your support. I just love the energy between Samantha and Cato. And it's always fun to write RP with you! Thank you for being such a lovely and kind person!
@mira-shard : MIRAAAAAAA! It's kind of funny how long we've basically walked next to each other without talking to each other. And now I don't want to miss you anymore! You are such a fun and happy person. Writing with you is just fun! I also love your cosplay photos. Someday I'll come to visit you, and then we'll do cosplay shootings together until the camera bleeds! I would also like to thank you for your support and your kindness.
@sirfluffig : ha. I hope you didn't think you were escaping me! Where should I start with you? Maybe that you were one of the first to give me such lovely feedback on Samantha? Or this super funny stream and that you helped me to stream in English? Or just like that, when we talk about our MCs or pen and paper. It's definitely always fun. I want to thank you for that and I'm looking forward to playing together again soon (get Among us)
@nightrhea-hphm : * run into you in slowmotion * Night! My wonderful supportive Gremlin! I've grown very fond of them over the years. And your support and feedback are just amazing. I also love the friendship between Night and Samantha. I think it's very similar to ours, right? You are also such an incredibly creative and lovable person. You make you feel like it's ok to be who you are. Thank you!
Of course there are many, many more like @rosievixen, @wangxianforever000 , @mollydarling-hphm , @morningstarinwinter , @hogwarts9, @hphm-brooke , @raymondhope-writer , @nikyiscreepy , @immagrosscandy , @mizutoyama , @ariparri-hphm and many many more.
I want to thank you all for your encouragement, support and feedback. You are the reasons why I am adding more and more details to this blog, why I dared to start with the fan comic and many more.
It's still so amazing for me to meet so many talented, creative, kind and funny people.
This year showed me again that life isn't just black or white. Life is Grey. Good things and bad things happen. Sometimes one side more than the other side. But as long we are taking the next step, life wl continues. Just keep in mind, as like you support me, I want to support you. So if you ever wanna talk, no matter what, remember you guys can always contact me.
I'm really looking forward to next year and already have so many plans. I can not wait any longer. Enjoy the last days of the year, stay safe and most important: they the way you are guys!
Love you all so much.
#My end of the year thank you#Personal#Ooc#My year 2020#God my heart beating so fast#Don't know why but these post makes me nervous#Very personal#Cry counter while writing this: 4#Yeah so adult xD#Like I care#Hope you all enjoyed the Christmas holidays#Love you all#Such a great community#Never saw this before#💙❤️💚💛
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Siege is like that one ex you can't get out of your head, and no matter how many times I shelve that bitch, I always get excited when the Invitational rolls around again. Probably because of the cinematic.
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Definitely because of the cinematic.
...
The Playbook was gorgeous, just like The Hammer and The Scalpel and The Tournament of Champions. The CGI and characters always blow my mind to the point where I nearly forget how stupid it is that people who are part of special forces units or who were known to have gone undercover in the past are supposedly running around on national TV with their dicks faces out, shooting each other with SIM rounds that can apparently puncture walls, yet respectfully refuse to penetrate clothing / skin.
Unless you're Ash's ear.
Like, did you see Pulse fall like an angel when the floor EXPLODED underneath him?
Anyway.
I really liked this cinematic, though I did have a few questions about it like;
Why was Caveira stalking off the field in the beginning? (The Stadium didn't look like swiss cheese at that point, so it's hard to imagine there was another match before this one unless Harry employs a cleaning team that's as magical as his optimism.)
Why is the announcer telling everyone (including the enemy team) that Team Ash breached the Stadium?
Why didn't Pulse put his phone on silent?
WHY IS THERMITE HARD BREACHING A SOFT WALL?
Why am I getting Deja Vu from Thermite getting his arse kicked? (Oh, right. It's because Hibana did a very similar thing to Pulse the year before. These Americans are really starting to become a liability.)
Why is Finka rushing the objective? (Like Finka is IN THE OBJECTIVE and Thermite is fucking around breaching a soft wall somewhere random in the building? Is this Casual?)
How did Finka die?
Why is Kali cosplaying Widowmaker?
Why is Kali jumping around like Widowmaker?
Why is Kali bringing a massive sniper rifle to a close-range gunfight?
But as much as there were things that annoyed me, there were good things to.
Like, for one, literally everyone is gorgeous. Everyone. Even Harry, and Kali (and admitting that burns worse than holy water on a demon).
I also loved the side-eye Zero is giving Harry. Like Zero knows Harry is being willfully naïve but won't say it. Then there was that shot of Harry with the toy soldiers near his computer, and it was almost like Ubisoft was becoming self-aware. Because Harry has always slapped like a starry-eyed, kid-in-a-candy-shop, hero-worshipping little shit.
Dokkaebi with her Let's go fishing that is 100% Thatcher's influence and you can't tell me otherwise.
Finka being badass and looking amazing as all Hell while doing it.
The fact that it was Mozzie nabbing Dokkaebi's drone which got Thermite clapped.
How coordinated the defending team was and how good they were doing until Kali went rogue.
And of course the rivalry between Ash, and Kali. The way the cinematic opens with Ash battling an internal conflict, and the way the match unfolds. She's trying to be a good leader, coordinating her team, and knowing that she won because Kali pulled some absolute, cold-hearted bullshit that wouldn't fly in any other situation... that doesn't sit right. And the moment that gets me is how Ash steps into frame and lowers her gun, while Kali shoots through past her. It really underscores the difference.
I've never liked Nighthaven's inclusion in Ubisoft's lore and I still don't like the characters (regardless of how attractive they are). I never thought they fit, and I always imagined they would twist Rainbow into something it isn't supposed to be, and I love how that's both shown and acknowledged (even if it's annoying that Nighthaven was in the cinematic while some of the OG operators have sat unloved for a long, long time).
Because as much as the Tournament is (the stupidest) game, what's the point of it if you're not strengthening how you're working as a team? Rainbow is (you would assume) still doing their day job outside of this ass-kissing bullshit, and Kali's play did absolutely nothing other than win a meaningless (compared to the real world) game. Her tactics wouldn't work out on the job, and even if they did, she'd get her shit packed in for pulling it.
Kali so totally deserved to get punched in the face and it was legit the highlight of the whole cinematic.
I am also so incredibly on Ash’s side, and I loved the ending conflict (though I had mixed feelings about the split).
Like, the way Thatcher turns away from his conversation with Thermite to shake his head at Kali as she's bragging.
The way everyone moved out of Ash's way when she stalked into the room (including Thatcher).
How Ash belts that smug look of Kali's face.
The look of absolute shock on Wamai when Kali goes flying back.
The way Mozzie is so calm and tries to tell people to cool it (Steady, now).
Thatcher saying Are you off your nut? - not after Ash punches Kali, but to Kali and co. when he's helping to pull Ash back the second time.
How Thermite appears in front of Ash, and how Sledge shoves him back (I maintain that this was Sledge doing crowd control. Thermite's stance was intimidating and as soon as he'd removed Thermite, Sledge cooled it).
The way both Caveira and Blitz are telling Sledge off for shoving Thermite (Caveira pushing Sledge and Sledge literally not moving was kind of adorable).
How Finka threatens to eat Pulse for breakfast (I'm just putting it down to her being sore after what happened in the match).
How Mira, Thatcher and Doc are behind Ash in support. Like I know they're not all OGs but they're definitely characters with specific positions in Rainbow and it's nice to see some of the good moral compasses standing together.
Though with that said, I’m not going to put too much stock in how that split at the end happened. It was a heated moment and some operators (probably) just fell on either side by virtue of where they were standing when shit got real. Also;
Thermite is reacting to people coming at Ash (who in canon is like a sister to him).
Sledge backed off Thermite almost immediately after shoving him (like I already said, it was probably crowd control).
Thatcher is trying to keep Kali and Ash separated.
Wamai is trying to keep Kali and Ash separated.
Caveira is trying to push Sledge back after he shoved Thermite.
Mira, Doc and Dokk aren’t really engaging.
Pulse was reacting to Finka (and I don’t know why she’s getting heated really)
Hibana nudged Pulse back to avoid more conflict
Blitz seems to making placating hand gestures (after telling Sledge off for shoving Thermite)
Mozzie called for calm before it got more heated and was probably doing the same
It’ll be interesting to see how they build on this. Fuze is already looking to be a traitor. I won’t be happy if I see more of my OGs joining Nighthaven. But overall, the cinematic was ❤.
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Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3
[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn’t reblog prompt lists. you’re fine! <3]
Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13
It calmed him down. A little. But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.
"You're makin' some of these up."
"Am not."
"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."
V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too. The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch. It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.
"Falling in love."
Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.
There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low. Flat.
"You think it's dumb, huh?"
"I didn't mean like that."
"How did you mean it?"
"I-..."
"Never mind."
"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."
"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."
And he was right.
V closed her eyes.
The security doors were linked into the mainframe. Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power. Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.
Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room. Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling. A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.
It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.
"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her. "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."
"Yeah, sure. On it."
Directly in front of her, she found a wall. It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.
"Got it."
There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal. Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance. Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.
"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor. "An oversight, not the end of the world."
Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest. He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint. The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.
As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement. Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall. Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights. They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.
And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.
V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark. Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward. With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.
On the street again, they fell into the crowd. A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.
And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.
Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself. After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead. Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.
A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him. He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.
"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."
"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting. Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets. She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face. "And maybe again, not."
The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away. Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her. Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.
Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her. He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.
Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.
They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.
With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.
He blinked down at her.
"I wasn't saying you're stupid."
"Didn't think you were."
"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."
Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.
"It's cool, V. I'm over it."
Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.
"Liar."
Jackie hissed sharply. Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.
"Digging yourself deeper, chica."
Brushing past her, he kept walking.
V stood rooted to the spot.
When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled. He sighed heavily, and came right back. His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar. Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say. Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest. I'll go and collect our pay. I'll catch up with you in the morning."
Her heart sank.
"Yeah," V agreed listlessly. "Alright. Great."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.
It helped. And... it didn't.
"Hasta mañana."
This time, Jackie didn't look back. Just disappeared into the next street.
V took one step and stopped again.
She didn't even know where the hell she was.
With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata. Then, once she had a read, she started on again. And each step felt heavier than the last.
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Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.
It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway. She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch. Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.
Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.
"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"
V flipped him off.
A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.
Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist. Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.
She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth. Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.
Jackie smiled. And he meant it.
V's expression slipped a little further. Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.
He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.
Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.
V survived the elevator on her own two feet. She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.
They made it back to her apartment at last. V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.
Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her. Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.
"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection. "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles. Not very far, really."
Jackie didn't answer. He didn't know what to answer. Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand. Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."
Ah.
Words.
Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place. Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.
"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input. "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it? No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."
Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair. Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.
"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"
"I don't know..." Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way. "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between." Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged. "Just my take on it, though."
The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby. She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk. Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.
"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued. "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay. Better than, I'd say."
V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.
Jackie blinked.
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"I know that, too."
V sighed. Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.
"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay? Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."
Jackie scoffed.
"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall. "Which as I recall, was not the case. Not at all."
"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility. I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it. "Isn't that stupid?"
"Love ain't stupid, chica. Never is."
V stared at him. Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.
Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor. She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.
"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."
Jackie smiled. Then he chuckled.
"And you know what?" He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either. You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."
As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.
"...okay, you're right. You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really. I wanted to be the best out there. And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could. Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely. But having a partner? Wasn't even on my mind. Not until you came along. Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Not even for what you want most in the world?"
"No. Wanna know why? 'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."
V pressed her lips together.
Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.
She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click. As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut. Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.
Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side. Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.
He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead. She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid. Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed. Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.
"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."
"No... I'm making it up as I go along."
"Oh."
At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest. Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.
Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments. There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.
"V?"
"...are we okay?"
With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.
"We're fine, V. You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution." After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens. I'm tough. I'll survive." And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."
With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her. She snatched it from his hand, and it went...
...somewhere.
Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.
But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup. How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.
#heywoodvirgin#cyberpunk 2077#jackie welles#nomad!v#fanfiction#i have no idea where this came from or why it went in that direction#please take it from me#prompts and answers#thank! <3
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The five proposals Freed Justine rejected and the one he did accept.
Fraxusweek by @fuckyeahfraxus day 7, with the prompt being : Proposal/Wedding/Engagement
1. A girl who's confused, but has got the spirit.
It's a precarious situation and Laxus doesn't know how to solve it. They've got the bad guy of the day cornered, but instead of going along willingly, the man thought it a good idea to get civilians involved. Quickly, the perpetrator had seen that there was no way to get out of his situation, with Laxus, Bickslow and Evergreen trapping him against the side of a building. So he had wrangled a little girl out of her screaming mother's grip and now, he has his one hand wrapped around her throat while he waves a weapon around with the other one.
To her credit, the little girl isn't going down without a fight, kicking and screaming as the situation keeps escalating. If the man wasn't wearing a mask, Bickslow probably could've done something about it. Brainwashing the girl herself is out of the question, as she's more likely to injure than save herself. Opening fire upon the man is completely out of the question, so now they're all stuck.
Rest of the fic under the cut!
The answer comes in the form of their ever so dependable captain kicking down the door from the inside, effectively smashing it into the man who had unwittingly been shielding the little girl from stray doors suddenly opening. With a dull thud, the man falls to the floor, unconscious.
As Bickslow and Evergreen cheer their captain on for a job well done, Laxus catches the surprise in his eyes and the 'oops' he silently mouths before looking around. When Freed comes to the conclusion that his habit of tresspassing for fun has not gotten him into trouble for once, he smiles at his teammates while telling them of the importance of 'seeing all the options' amongst other things. Later, in private, he'll tell the little shit that he knows he's full of bull, but for now Laxus will let him gloat.
Starry-eyed, the now saved little girl tugs on Freed's jacket, narrowly avoiding getting clocked by his sword. "Mister, you saved me!" she says and Freed nods with more confidence than he should have, considering his heroic act was one of mere coincidence.
"That means you have to marry me", she says in a matter of fact voice that throws all of them off. "That's what my books say", she continues before throwing a hopeful glance at Freed.
Behind his back, Freed makes a tiny gesture with his hand and with a bit of magic, he hurls a rather concerningly large rock at Laxus. Swiftly, he moves between Laxus and the rock, fending it off with his rapier. "Well young lady", he says, turning to the girl. "Now I have saved this man as well and now I have to marry him too. I hope you don't mind sharing."
With all the huffy- and puffyness girls that age usually possess, she turns her head harrumphs. "No, I don't like sharing. I'm not settling for trash", she continues, giving Freed the stinkeye. "So our engagement is called off, goodbye my sweet prince", she dramatically sighs before joining her mom. She does wave them all goodbye though, so that's a nice bonus.
2. A girl who isn't confused and hasn't got the spirit.
The second time Freed gets proposed to, it isn't even done by the bride to be. No, the bride to be stands there somberly, as her father tries to offer Freed her hand. "Surely", the man says, "A handsome young man such as yourself wouldn't refuse a gorgeous young lady. She knows how to cook and keep quiet, what else do you want?"
There's a quick flash of anger in the daughter's eyes and anger radiates off Freed as well, although he's more apt at hiding it. It's only because Laxus knows him so well that he knows how the other man really feels.
"What else I want?" Freed asks, voice carefully leveled before throwing on the biggest of smiles. "Why, your son would be a good place to start. He's gorgeous as well and I bet he's a fast learner, we could make our dinner together before having a ménage à trois in our kitchen."
The words immediately hit home and before they know it, the four of them are hightailing it out of there, but not before Freed has pressed a vial with suspicious liquid into the girl's hand with a whisper of: "Please feel free to use this however you want."
3. The spirit.
As far as Laxus knows, the party gathered in front of him is reaching the peak of their little roleplay game. He has no idea what they're actually prattling about, but Freed looks happy playing whatever it is, so of course he's there too. Although he isn't participating and merely laying his head down on Freed's lap, as he's done the past few session, he can kind of tell what's going on based on observations and little comments Freed gives now and then.
Wendy is narrating the story and honestly, her youthful spirit adds a gentle touch to it. Levy, Lucy, Mira, Freed and for some reason, Gray and Loke are the nerds participating and rolling dice. Throughout the story, familial bonds have been formed and right now, they're on the cusp on something more than just familial.
Loke and Freed's characters have been flirting since pretty much the first session. Laxus really doesn't mind, because he trusts Freed and also because both men are making a competition out of it. It keeps Freed sharp, so to speak and he only becomes better at flirting with Laxus in return. It's ridiculous how smooth he is sometimes.
In-game, Loke has proposed to Freed and the whole group is hollering and shouting until Loke rolls the dice. Then they fall silent, so naturally, Laxus presumes something bad has happened. Calmly Wendy shoots the group a warm smile before saying: "Alberion (the name of Freed's character) panics, thinking he's gotten too close to the enemy. He shoots Guryon (Loke) and flees, back to the dark castle where he was born and raised!"
A series of whats and hows raises from the group while Freed and Wendy bump fists. Seeing the indignant expression on the rest of the players' faces, Wendy merely shrugs. "It was on his character background sheet", she explains and leaves the group to deal with the betrayal.
4. A man who's had too much spirit.
"Justine, marry me", Hibiki Lates sobs into Freed's shoulder as Laxus watches in amusement. His boyfriend is looking mildly annoyed at the overly intoxicated man, but there's a hint of fondness in the set of his lips.
"Now why would I do that?" he asks with a sigh and Hibiki immediately straightens his back before putting a USB-stick into Freed's hand.
"There's a powerpoint on there", he explains before starting to list his good qualities. "I'll start with the main reason why you should marry me: I'm really, really cute."
"That's what you're going with? Not our 1 week relationship when we were both fifteen?"
"No, because we broke up you dumbass", Hibiki says before headbutting Freed harder than probably intended. "You're not good at providing comfort, I'm gonna look for someone else", he mopes before stalking off. Before disappearing from view completely, he turns around to yell at Freed. "This is why our teenage romance didn't last!" Both of them end up snorting and laughing about it.
5. A man who's lost his spirit.
To say he's nervous is a serious understatement. Laxus has been planning this proposal for months now, has lost a significant amount of sleep over it and will probably cry if even the littlest of details goes wrong. He's stressed beyond belief.
For now, everything seems to be moving in the right direction. His reservation at the expensive seaside restaurant hasn't magically been cancelled and the clothes he'd set aside for today still fit nicely. Freed has also been going along with Laxus' plans without demanding to know what they're doing. Seemingly sensing Laxus nervousity, he simply follows wherever Laxus directs him to be.
The first thing that nearly goes wrong, is transportation and Laxus really has no idea how that even happened. He planned this whole thing while giving his own weaknesses no thought. As the carriage had pulled up, Freed had commented how nice it looked before giving Laxus a teasing smile, while telling him how good it was that that carriage wasn't for them, as Laxus would've puked all over it.
Immediatle, he blanches and Freed, bless his heart picks up on it. He waves the carriage off, which isn't a problem since Laxus already paid for it and then sets up some transportation runes. "Just imagine the place where we need to be and we'll be taken there", he instructs Laxus.
The seaside view is luckily just as gorgeous as in the pictures and Laxus feels the repeated crashing of the waves soothing his mind. Maybe it would go alright after all. The two of them settle in their chairs and look at the menu, commenting on some of the stranger recipes. Swiftly Laxus decides what he wants to eat and puts the menu down to ask Freed for his choice.
It's then that he catches Freed drumming his fingers on the table while biting his lip. He's also tapping his feet, so Laxus knows that he's essentially screwed. "Is there something wrong?" he asks, nervousity returning in full swing.
"Ah...It's just a little something that hasn't really been brought up." Catching Laxus' questioning gaze, Freed winces a little bit. "I'm allergic to seafood. Deathly allergic actually", he admits sheepishly and Laxus wants to dig a hole in the ground and take a nap in it. "Don't make that face", Freed gently chastises him. "This trip isn't wasted." With a grin, he browses through the menu until he's found what he's looking for. Triumphantly he turns the booklet around to show Laxus the dessert section. "You best believe I am testing out as much of these bad boys as I can. I don't believe they'll put fish in there."
After something that could be counted as some form of a meal, the two of them want to take a walk on the beach. They are however dressed to the nines and after a brief moment of consideration, they come to the conclusion that neither of them wants to clean all the sand out of these clothes, so they let a walk on the sand itself drift from their minds for today. Instead they walk on the pavement until the sun sets.
During their walk, Laxus thinks that now would be a good time to propose. The setting sun is the perfect background and he bets it'd look really romantic if he were to pop out the rings right about now. Right about then, is when he realises he left the rings at home. After vehemently checking each and every one of his pockets, it's clear that a proposal isn't going to happen. To highlight this fact, the wind starts picking up and Laxus knows a gathering storm when he sees one. Defeated, he sits down on the sidewalk.
With more pep than Laxus'll probably feel for the rest of the week, Freed plops down next to him and lays his head on Laxus' shoulder. "My dear, do you want to cry about it?" he asks and honestly, he wants to but they're in public. Crying in front of Freed is one thing, crying in front of a crowd is another thing. "It's good that it's going to rain then", he adds gently before taking his head of Laxus' shoulder and opening his arms. "Get over here sweetheart."
It's a bit embarrassing, sitting there in the now full-on storm and crying while his boyfriend cradles him in his arms. But it feels too good to pass on, so he doesn't let go until he feels somewhat placated.
"My dear Laxus", Freed says softly but still audible over the storm, "You could ask me to marry you in the back of a dumpster and I'd wholeheartedly say yes. But you worked hard on this, didn't you? I'll keep that effort in mind. So ask me another day, when your nerves have calmed down. I just want to tell you now, I love you and I always will."
6. Two spirits, a shared love.
This time around, there are no theatrics or outrageously expensive restaurants. It's a simple breakfast prepared by Laxus, one he knows Freed'll like. After sliding the last egg on a plate, he goes upstairs to try to coax Freed out of bed for the third time this morning. A few languid kisses follow and reluctantly Freed follows, sticking close to Laxus because he is so very warm and comfortable.
"It's time for food, don't use me as your human blanket", Laxus softly admonishes him and Freed grumbles in return. With droopy eyes, Freed starts nibbling on his toast and although Laxus is very used to the sight of his boyfriend in the morning, it still elicits a smile from him.
"Yesterday I spent the day with Bix and he learned me some magic tricks", Laxus says and produces a set of cards out of his pocket. "Wanna see some?"
Vaguely interested, Freed hums and nods. Dutifully he picks out a card when Laxus asks him to and when Laxus asks him if he picked out Freed's card, the man shakes his head drowsily. "That isn't even a card Laxus, that's a box...", he complains quietly, yawning a bit afterwards.
"There is an accompanying card though", Laxus grins as he shoves the little box and the card to Freed side of the table. Predictably, Freed picks up the card first, reading the message and silently forming the words with his mouth.
Immediately the sleepiness seems to evaporate from his system as he quickly opens the box as well, revealing the rune-ingraved ring. Before even answering, he throws his arms around Laxus, planting a big, fat smooch on his lips before peppering a thousand little ones all over his face. "I love you", he gushes before collecting his thoughts a little bit. "And of course I'll marry you." They exchange some more kisses until Freed pulls back with a huge grin. "I'm going to brag to everyone. The guild, the lady at the grocer's, they'll be hearing it for months."
With a gentle tug, Laxus witholds the man from running out of the door in his bathrobe. "If they're going to hear about it for months, then you've got time to finish your breakfast, silly", he says warmly and Freed shoots him a cheeky smile and a wink in return.
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Hey have another meta on Gray & Natsu because I don't think I went deep enough.
Gray is traumatized and can't even voice his emotions sometimes. Natsu understands him WITHOUT any issues even during this time.
Don't believe me? Here look at this:
Natsu knows Gray just basically said:
" I care about you please take care of yourself "
I'm so emotional about these two because they are great and they understand each other on a deeper wavelength than I have ever seen within Fairy Tail.
I'll throw in multiple examples for you to compare but please come up with your own. Rewatch the show or Read the manga if you want to, there's so many examples that I cannot fit into one post so I have to suffer with a few. (Not including Happy has I think it's best to put people that aren't his kid,,,,)
First up: Lisanna.
I'm not hating on the ship at all. I'm picking people CLOSEST to Natsu & Gray. And she was essentially close to Natsu before her death. They raised Happy together and had a secret hideout for fucks sake.
Lisanna has I recall from the episodes we had of her, was close with Natsu. But something changed. Because her death hurt Natsu and changed him into a different person. That's clear to see. But her death drove a wedge between them and changed the entire relationship for good.
Lisanna was Natsu's friend, back before her death but however I believe that we do not know much of her outside of her death and how it affected Fairy Tail. We also do know about her Family and how it hurt them. But not about Lisanna, from what we can gather from the many episodes of Fairy Tail she is kind hearted and genuinely loves her family and doesn't want to lose them again. (Her reactions to her siblings being thrown into danger.)
But again her death drove fear and grief into Natsu and that's why him and Lisanna aren't exactly close anymore, because Natsu runs from his feelings. It's also hard to talk to someone you haven't seen since you where a teenager.
Up next who is/was close with Gray: Erza. We know Gray ran after her and helped to fix her tears, even making a child's promise about it. We also know, Gray was Erza's first real friend. Gray has a child was close with Erza in that regard. I do believe Erza shoved him away like she does with everything in response to what happened to her. (But that's a post for another time.)
Gray is still close with Erza, but due to Erza never feeling as if she can stop being Titania he is not as close to her as he is Natsu.
Lucy, who is one of Natsu's best friends, is actually close with Natsu. But unlike with Gray Natsu usually is (Ignoring Mashima's horrible writting between for now because that's a WHOLE OTHER issue) saving her or protecting her. At least it was like that until recently when Lucy finally got the character development and upgrade she deserves.
Lucy is close to Natsu but Natsu also doesn't want to lean on her. Yes you can qoute multiple instances and scenes where it appears he is leaning on her. But however with this you have to take into account the period of time Natsu has known her. The trust issues Natsu already has and previous trauma he has gotten and even new trauma!
Now it gets worse because this is dipping a little into Mashima's terrible characterization and understanding of how people function and feel. Especially women. Take Lisanna and Lucy, if you think about it they are essentially the same fucking character. Both are kind, stubborn, where hurt by someone they love, left their home behind for a number of years, painted has a badass while also simultaneously being soft and delicate.
Sound familar?
Because that's basically the Mashima guide to write a female character. Now what really gets me is the final thing that really cements it. They both have been/are in the supporting role for Natsu. Don't you dare go saying: But Lucy is the main character!
You, like the rest of is because Mashima wrote her like shit, didn't even know that until the interview or you saw that Fairy Tail fact post. The majority of us thought it was Natsu. Because in reality Mashima did NOT start writting her like a main character. He did not give her the good motivation every single damn Fairy Tail Character has.
Lucy & Lisanna have the same number of things that make up their characterization, and yes so do a number of Fairy Tail characters. But that's not the point. The point is that Lucy reminds Natsu of Lisanna in some ways and Natsu cannot bring himself to trust and lean on her fully like he can with Gray. It is not an attack on Nalu. Nalu is a fine ship if only written correctly (aka: Not Mashima's Version Which Is Horrible And Toxic But That's Another Meta For Another Time.).
This is a post about how Gray and Natsu are close. That's it. Natsu cannot bring himself to fully trust Lucy and lean on her comfortably without 1) forcing himself, 2) it happening outside of his control because of past trauma which by the way knowing Natsu he did not do anything about it and most likely bottled it up.
Wow that was a long session on Lucy but in summary: Natsu is traumatized and is not mentally healthy like the entirety of the Guild.
Now, the last one, which I'm sure you can GUESS. It's Juvia. Because some people think that Gray and Juvia are the " closest people! " And " he doesn't let anyone really touch him other than her! "
1) Bullshit. And 2) Bullshit. Here's why:
Juvia is a toxic character who stalks and uncomfortably idolizes Gray to the point it's fucking ridiculous. There are multiple scenes of her following (stalking) Gray around and being jealous of Lucy. Even declaring her a " Love Rival ".
This is probably because: Gray was the first person that was decent to her. (She was bullied for who knows how long and involved in a toxic guild + an abusive relationship.) Before you say shit about Gajeel: He's not nice. Gajeel before all of this, was an asshole, now he is nice which is pretty cool and a great character development. Back then? He was not nice.
Which brings me to Gray. Who even is okay with being stalked, being grabbed randomly and having someone so obsessed with you they made fucking dolls of you? No one. Before you argue: But he doesn't pull away from her!
Gray is most likely touch starved. Considering his entire background and general tendency to not receive hugs or any sort of affection usually. My evidence for this? Myself. I am touch starved and I often react bad to touches from strangers or creepy people but I also have a late reaction time. Because my body is saying: Oh touch???? And my brain is screaming: No.
He also could be trying to be decent. Which is all he did in the first place. He could be trying to not hurt her feelings and yes you could say he hurt Mira's feelings when he called her stupid for betting on Natsu but he also was apologising and panicky because he didn't want to hurt her.
Also if I even have to explain further why being stalked and basically turned into a fetish and an object is a bad thing then clearly something is fucking wrong with you.
Gray however feels safe likely with Natsu, who's been there from the beginning, took on Deliora, fought too many people just because one of his friends are in danger, has repeatedly stopped Gray from using Iced Shell and was ready to Die with him.
Natsu in return probably feels safe and like he can trust Gray to handle himself because this man has been there since day one and even can take Natsu himself on with no problem. Natsu also probably is happy Gray is nothing like Lisanna or Lucy. Because Gray is Gray and he doesn't remind Natsu of anything traumatizing he's been through.
They both trust one another and stay by one another's side because they are both understanding that they aren't gonna leave. Because think about it, Gray has lost family and his mentor to death. He has suffered through that. You wanna know who's constantly beating death on its ass???? Natsu " I refuse to die " Dragneel.
Natsu has lost family by being abandoned and by Death. He got it both ways and he's suffering because of it. But Gray who's stubborn has shit and stood death in the face at a young age and screamed fuck you at the top of his lungs, wouldn't leave. Gray who fucking went through hell and back, destoryed his own infiltration mission just because Natsu Dragneel rolled up, Keeps Trying To Protect Him, Never once wants to lose Natsu. And Natsu knows that. Because Gray is his constant. Gray is that constant presence in his life he knows for a fact he can trust.
But idfk that's just my thoughts on them.
#fairy tail#ft#natsu dragneel#ft gray fullbuster#gray fullbuster#ft natsu dragneel#ft natsu#ft gray#also i guess this could be viewed has:#Gratsu#natray#because technically it does sound gay but it focuses more on them and relationships has a whole#not tagging example relationships or characters because its not the main focus
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Haunted
A small Boku no Hero Academia one-shot I made for Halloween!
All Might suspects his apartment could be haunted and he asks the people he trusts about it... but they don’t take him seriously!!!
(Read on AO3)
“I believe my apartment is haunted,” Toshinori confessed.
Sorahiko stared at the overgrown man sitting in the small stool, looking ridiculous as always in his kitchen, and decided to keep his mouth shut.
“I’m serious,” Toshinori insisted.
“Are you sure it isn’t the pipelines?”
Toshinori was sure. He had called three different specialists to check it out. He had also made sure there were no drafts, that the sounds weren’t coming from his neighbors, and that there weren’t any wild animals or pests in the area. Besides, even if one —or several— of those plausible explanations had turned out to be true, they still wouldn’t have explained why he woke up to open cabinets in his kitchen every morning. He even considered he was sleepwalking, but he installed a camera in his bedroom, and he confirmed that he wasn’t.
“Maybe this case is messing with your head. All For One hasn’t been seen in a while. You can focus on other things for the time being. I’ll let you know when I hear something, okay?”
Toshinori wanted to be offended, but there was honest concern in his old teacher’s eyes, so he couldn’t. He smiled sheepishly instead, and nodded his head.
“Sure. I should probably get going. I’m having lunch with Sir Nighteye, so…”
Sorahiko snorted and looked away, making a poor effort to disguise how he felt about that. He had never bothered to hide his dislike for Toshinori’s sidekick.
“I’ll see you around, sensei.”
Sorahiko hummed. “Maybe go to the beach or something!”
The beach wouldn’t help. Not after he went back to his apartment. But he didn’t say that, and they said their goodbyes with smiling faces and no hard feelings. Even if Toshinori still felt a bit upset about the suggestion that it was all in his head. He understood that Sorahiko Torino was a skeptic. But Toshinori Yagi wasn’t some gullible idiot. He knew something was wrong about his apartment, he just didn’t know what to do about it.
He was hoping perhaps the man who could see the future would have more understanding, helping words to give him. He first focused on the subjects they had gathered for; he was a professional, after all. But halfway through their meal, once they had discussed the more pressing matters, he said:
“I believe my apartment is haunted.”
Mirai nearly dropped his glass of water.
“What?” he asked with a frown. “You mean, is someone stalking you? Maybe someone with a quirk that—”
“No, no,” Toshinori waved a hand and shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it’s a ghost. Or a demon. Some sort of spirit, probably.”
Mirai took his time finishing what was left of his food, carefully pondering his thoughts.
“You’re messing with me,” he concluded.
“No!” Toshinori’s eyes widened in horror, appalled with the idea.
Mira nodded. “You really got me. It was pretty funny.” His face broke into a grin. “Ghosts,” he chuckled, “how funny, All Might. You really are the best.”
Toshinori wanted to argue, but his words died in his throat, same as his pride. He knew it sounded ridiculous. He himself had believed it was ridiculous the first time the lights flickered while he was in the bathroom. But the situation was quickly escalating, and he knew he should do something about it before he reached a point worthy of a feature-length film.
Still, he didn’t know what to do, and he was too self-conscious to try and look it up on the internet knowing that there was someone from the HPSC constantly monitoring his actions online. Even if he never met them, he could still picture them laughing at him, in a not so different way from Sir Nighteye, even if that hadn’t been his intention.
He tried to distract himself after lunch by throwing himself at his work, as usual. By nighttime, he had almost succeeded, but the idea of going back home brought it all back. When he got a call from Detective Tsukauchi, he was one moment away from spilling it all out, which would have been disastrous, he was sure, but he was lucky the detective was calling with an important request that needed his full attention.
Well, sort of. For a minute. Then it required him to wait patiently on a rooftop on the watch out for the villains to move out of a sketchy looking warehouse. But at least he wasn’t all alone with his thoughts; Eraserhead was there, too.
It wasn’t often that he got to work with the underground hero, and for some reason, Toshinori always felt a bit nervous around him. He was a fan, but most heroes didn’t react too well when he told them that, so he had stopped doing it. And Eraserhead had a reputation for how serious he was, so cracking jokes to ease the tension probably wouldn’t have been a good idea either.
That left Toshinori with a lot in his mind and frayed nerves, which made him feel impossibly more tired, as if he hadn’t been running on little to no sleep already for the past two weeks. That was probably what lead him to the conclusion that, one last time, only one last try had to be worth it. Even with someone who was virtually a stranger.
“I believe my apartment is haunted,” he confessed.
Eraserhead turned to stare at him, but with the goggles on, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
“Why do you think that?” he asked.
That was already an improvement to the last two times Toshinori had tried having this conversation. It was a victory in his book.
“I keep losing things,” he explained. “The lights flicker a lot. I hear weird noises, loud thumps and a girl crying, every night. The kitchen cabinets open on their own every morning. And I saw a weird shadow in the hallway this morning when I was leaving that—”
“Yeah, your apartment is probably haunted,” Eraserhead confirmed. “You should move out.”
“You think so?”
Eraserhead nodded his head. “Definitely. That shit sounds nasty. Buy some herbs, it’s good to have them around. Sea salt is good, too. You shouldn’t spend another night there either. Stay at a hotel or with a friend while you look for another place. Ah,” he pointed at the warehouse. “They’re moving. Let’s go.”
“Right,” Toshinori mumbled, “I’ll do that. Thanks.”
“Sure,” Eraserhead shrugged one shoulder, threw his scarf around a lamppost, and jumped down.
Toshinori watched his precise movements for a moment, dumbfounded. Then, he remembered how to do his job, and he jumped into action.
He found another apartment the following day, and he didn’t hear any crying girls or loud thumps the next night. In the morning, his kitchen cabinets were all closed.
#fanfiction#ao3#bnha#mha#all might#aizawa#eraserhead#erasermight#blink and you'll miss it#gran torino#sir nighteye#humor#ghost and spirits#Almondwrites
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