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1kook · 3 years

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week.

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends.

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter.

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more.

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much?

He should go home.

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn��t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up.

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down.

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent.

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?”

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit.

Jungkook sighs. “Water.”

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin.

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock.

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts.

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?”

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his.

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth.

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before.

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face.

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video.

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?”

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear.

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived.

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits.

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean.

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder.

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.)

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you.

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again.

Until a few years later.

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf.

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night.

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him.

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you.

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

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wandas-sunshine · 4 years

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The Good Side

Summary: Steve made a mistake, but at least you got the good side of things. He just never imagined that it would hurt so badly.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (sorta)

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: Angst, there’s no happy ending here, cheating

Flashbacks are in italics

You were nervous sitting there in the same little cafe that the two of you used to meet at almost daily. You were tucked into the back corner at your usual table, gazing out the window with your back to the door. Your cup was steaming in front of you. You hadn’t touched it yet. See, sitting there, and sipping your coffee, and watching people passing by on the busy streets while you waited for him to come...it felt too much like when things were okay between you. It felt too much like those days when he’d come and press sweet kisses to your lips, and apologize for being late. But he was always late, and it was always okay, because he was always sorry, and you could never stay mad at him when those big blue eyes looked so guilty.

The little bell over the door jingled in the way that used to excite you. Now it filled you with an anxious sort of dread. It had been over a year since you’d last seen Steve in person, and it hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant parting of ways.

You were shaking as you packed up your things from Steve’s apartment. Neither of you had said a word to each other since you’d walked through the door. He was just following you around the apartment, standing in the doorways. Your chest ached from the crying that you didn’t want to admit you’d been doing all night long.

He stood there with crossed arms, brooding silently as you erased every trace of yourself from the apartment the two of you had shared for the past year. You folded the flaps of the box together, and he stepped towards you so he could carry it to your car. Before he could, you’d scooped it into your own arms and brushed past him.

“(Y/N), let me help.” He pleaded. You glared at him. His voice was hoarse, you figured yours wasn’t sounding much better. You had cried yourself to sleep and hadn’t stopped crying since you woke up.

“You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t need me around. I don’t need you to usher me out of your life.” You snapped. The words stung you to say, but they sunk into Steve’s heart like venomous fangs. You’d been together for three year. Of course you’d had your fair share of fights. But never had he heard you sound so...over him.

The chair across from you was pulled out, and Steve sat himself down in front of you. He looked different. Less like the all-American boy-next-door you’d been in love with. His blonde hair was shaggier now, and he’d grown his beard out. You expected it to sting looking at him now, but it didn’t. Maybe you’d fallen out of love with more grace than you’d initially realized. Betrayal would do that to a person

“You look good, (Y/N).” He spoke after a moment. Hearing your name from his lips was strange after so long. It didn’t sound like music to your ears anymore. His voice was wavering, the way it used to after he’d been crying. Part of you wondered...You shook off the thought. It wasn’t fair to guilt yourself like that.

“You do too. The beard is a good look on you.” You looked down at the steam billowing from the cup tucked carefully between your hands. You just barely caught his forced smile. “So...how are things? We haven’t talked in…” You knew that he knew just how long it had been. You were the one to stop answering his 4am texts, after all.

“Nothing’s really changed. I moved in with Bucky.” He informed you. He didn’t mention that it was because he couldn’t exist in his apartment without thinking about how much colder it felt without your light in it, without remembering that you were never coming back to him. You nodded, completely unsure of what to say. Then he pointed to your hand. “You have a...that’s...that’s new.”

Your eyes drifted down to the sparkling engagement ring nestled on your finger. Your face lit up, and the knowledge that someone else’s love made it brighten that way made Steve sick. How could he have been so stupid as to let you go.

“Yeah. It’s new. His name’s Thomas. He asked me last month. It was a little fast, but I know he’s the one.” You beamed at your ex and brought your cup up to your lips, finally taking a drink. “What about your love life? You and Sharon still…” You weren’t sure how to word it. You didn’t even know what they had been before.

“No. We...It didn’t last.” He sighed and scratched at his jaw. You should have felt worse that he’d lost her, but how could you after everything?

You were curled up to his chest in absolute bliss, the thin white sheet being the only thing between your skin and the cool air of your shared room. Your chest was sticking just a little to his, both of you still heated from your celebration of your engagement. Neither of you minded one bit. His arms were still wrapped around you, one hand stroking through your hair while the other traced lazily against your back. He always got that way after sex. Soft and touchy, like you’d disappear if he wasn’t holding you. It had become your favorite thing. A reminder that he loved you and wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I love you too, Stevie. Why else would I say yes?” You teased, waggling your finger at him and showing off the ring he’d slipped onto it only hours ago. You brushed your fingertips against his jaw and leaned up to press your lips together. The kiss was slow and sweet and didn’t last nearly long enough as he pulled your hand to his lips. A soft kiss was laid against your palm, then against the ring he had chosen.

The both of you were nearing sleep as you curled up, basking in the afterglow. It was all barely-there kisses and feather-light touches until the sound of a phone buzzing against the bedside table drew you out of it. You whined and stretched to pick up the offending device from where your two phones lay together. You glanced at his screen, expecting it to be Bucky or Nat asking how the proposal went. But when you opened the message, you were greeted by something exponentially worse.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You met his gaze again. His eyes were still clouded with the same guilt from before. You wondered if they’d ever shine as bright as they once had. But Steve knew they never would. He would never be able to wash away the weight of losing the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“So you’re engaged. What else did I miss?” He asked. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what to say now. He’d asked to meet in your old spot for a reason. He’d hoped it would bring back something, memories or buried feelings for him. It was naive really, but he had come with every intention of begging you to come back to him. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected you to be just as miserable as he was without you at his side. You’d always been good at looking on the bright side of things.

“I moved out of Nat’s place. I got my own apartment a few blocks away from her. Tom is moving in soon. Oh, and we got a dog!” You unlocked your phone to show Steve a picture of you and your brand new puppy. “And I got that promotion I was trying so hard to get.”

In complete honesty, your break up had brought out a side of you that you’d never expected. Instead of sulking around Natasha’s apartment, you’d dove head-first into making your life better. You socialized more with newer people, worked your ass off to get where you wanted to be. You’d become a brighter version of yourself. And as much as it hurt Steve to see you happy with anyone else, he was proud more than anything else.

“Looks like you got the good side of things” He couldn’t help the heartbroken chuckle that came after he spoke. Natasha had nearly killed him after you walked the three miles to her apartment, heartbroken and completely alone in the middle of the night. Then again when she found out why you had done it.

Your eyes scanned the screen like you were misreading it. A new message from Sharon Carter. It read “missing you Captain” with a series of very flirty emojis strung behind it. If that wasn’t enough to completely shatter your heart, the picture that loaded would. It was a mirror shot of the stunning blonde in America themed lingerie that was far too reminiscent of Steve’s suit. You slowly looked away from the phone to your fiance’s face.

“”(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked, blue eyes scanning your eyes while his brain thought through a million awful scenarios. Not one of them came close to the terrible reality.

“What…” You blinked back tears. “What is this?” You asked, sitting up and letting the sheet fall away from your body. You handed him the phone with an unsteady hand. You didn’t sound angry, or even upset. Just a little shocked.

“Let me explain.” He stated immediately. You shook your head, shifting to climb off the bed you two shared. The weight of the tension in the room was too heavy, too hot. You needed air. It felt like your lungs were caving in. All you could think about were his hands, the hands that had just pushed you to pleasure more times than you could count, all over her.

“Nothing to explain.” You countered. You were already pulling your clothes on as he sat up. “You slept with her, didn’t you?”

He gave you a look, a silent plea. You did your best not to look at him, but a whisper of your name shattered your resolve. You met his gaze, those sparkling eyes that once gave you so much comfort, a sense of home, were now clouded with guilt.

“When?” You settled your hands on your hips and trained your eyes on a random wrinkle in the sheets. Anything to keep you from looking at him.

“Once a few months ago.” You gave a slight nod at his answer, still at a loss for words. There was a long, heavy silence before he spoke once more. “Then again...three weeks ago.”

That was all you could take. You felt like you’d be sick if you stayed any longer. You buttoned up your jeans and shoved your feet into your shoes. Neither of you spoke as you gathered the most important things. Phone, keys, the overnight bag you usually kept packed in case of emergencies. Everything else could wait.

“(Y/N), please talk to me. Where are you gonna go?” He begged as your hand gripped the doorknob with a strength you didn’t even realize you had, your knuckles fading to white under the force. You looked down, and a gling caught your eye. What had you beaming with pride five hours earlier now just made you nauseous. “Baby?”

You squeezed your eyes shut to force back your tears. Your fingers made quick work of pulling off your ring. You tossed it onto the bed in front of him.

“Have a good life, Steve.” You turned to leave before pausing. “And tell Sharon thanks for me. It’s good to know who you can trust.”

“I guess I did get the good side.” You looked down at your cup again, but it wasn’t out of guilt or anger. “You know, I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

For a moment, Steve brightened, and his heart didn’t feel so entirely full of lead.

“I don’t think I understand.” He confessed. You smiled, a genuine smile that lit up your face and made your eyes twinkle. Oh, how he missed being the cause of such radiance.

“You taught me how to be myself. You taught me how to love, Steve. You taught me how to love, and then you destroyed me.” Your words weren’t meant maliciously, they were just honest. Steve was sure death would hurt less than hearing you say things like that. “And that’s how I learned how to survive. I didn’t let myself wallow in self pity and I’m better for it. So thank you.”

Steve released a shaky breath. This had been an awful idea. Almost as bad as letting Sharon seduce him not once, but twice, all while he could have been reminding you how much he loved you. He could have been reminding you just how badly he needed you to breathe, but instead he tore apart your relationship. He hadn’t expected to lose you, but you walked away and took every good thing in his life with you.

“I’m sorry.” When Steve gave you a confused look, you elaborated. “I’m sorry that I got the good side of things.”

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engekihaikyuu · 5 years

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The Tokyo Battle - Review

Check out the Read More if you’d like to hear about this show! Askbox is open as well if you’d like me to elaborate on anything out of this.

I think the first thing I want to do is give credit where credit is due to HIDALI for the absolutely lit choreography and to Wada-san for the amazing soundtrack. If you’ve watched any of the press videos, you already know some of how the music is completely different now, extremely urban, pop, lots of R&B; less theater music, more k-pop. And WOW the choreography. Nekoma and Fukurodani got upgrades and additions to the choreography we’re used to seeing from them, and Nohebi was just something else entirely. They really do give the impression that they’re slithering around the stage.

The new pre-recorded footage that they used for projections was all super well done, but there weren’t quite as many of the projections that we’re used to (especially floor projections). They played around more with the stage lights, with many of the effects making it more like a concert at times. They wanted “city vibe” and they fucking nailed it.

It occurred to me after the opening sequence was complete that I’d yet to really hear any of the traditional Engeki musical themes, and that did feel a bit odd since I’m so used to hearing it by now, but the music used for this stage was so fun, I couldn’t stop moving in my seat.

The main running theme for this story was promises. Kenma’s promise with Hinata for the Battle of the Trash Heap, Kuroo’s promise to Kenma from childhood that they’d become #1 in all Japan, even Akaashi’s promise to himself to take Bokuto to nationals. Kenma talks about how people make promises all the time (e.g. See you tomorrow!) but that they’re usually just words that don’t mean much. He never puts any weight to them, but when he thinks about his promise with Kuroo and his promise with Hinata, it’s different. The opening flashback shows Kenma and Kuroo as kids, with Kenma sitting by a tree and refusing to play with Kuroo, who eventually moves to start carving something into the tree. Because it’s made to look like silhouettes, we don’t get to see what Kuroo’s promise is initially until they redo the scene at the end of the play and the projections show us the promise Kuroo carved into the tree.

But there’s also the promise that Kuroo, Yaku, and Kai made together as first years when they first became part of the Nekoma volleyball team, to conquer Nationals. There’s the promise the team makes to Yaku after his injury that they’ll win even without him. Akane talks about how her brother said he’d take the third-years to nationals no matter what. All the promises that everyone makes and how important they are and what it means to keep them. Underneath all that, the promise the current cast made to the graduated Karasuno cast that they’d work hard to make the best Engeki Haikyuu they could to continue their legacy of excellence.

As always, my initial night’s review is a bit scatter-brained and I lose direction on how to write about it, so I want to touch on some highlight moments for me.

Bokuto’s Battle Armor 勝負服

The fact that this wasn’t JUST a gag for the opening sequence when everyone had kind of interesting outfits on but that Bokuto literally brought this to the match because he thought wearing it would help him win and the fact that everyone on Fukurodani was trying to rip it off him the entire time!!! And it was finally Akaashi who pointed out that an outfit that important should be reserved for when they face their strongest opponents, at Nationals, to decide who stands at the top of all Japan. Kuroo chimes in that they can hear everything Akaashi is saying, implying that Nekoma isn’t quite worth THIS rainbow pinata level of effort. And Bokuto agrees that yes, the outfit should be saved for later and runs to take it off. Everyone else on Fukurodani congratulates Akaashi on a job well done, but he stoically points out the bigger problem: That if and when they do make it to the final match at Spring High, that it’ll be absolutely impossible to make Bokuto not wear it.

And then every time Bokuto starts getting flustered in the match, he kept going, “I think I’m gonna go grab the outfit after all,” and everyone is constantly just like NOOOOOOOOO At one point Akaashi was just like, “You don’t need your ‘battle armor.’ We’re your battle armor!”

Ishigami Ryuuya as Fukunaga

When the Nekoma cast was first announced for this show, I wondered what a recast for Fukunaga would be like because in previous shows, Hayate was never given any lines, just a LOT of sick choreography that became his signature. Thanks to that, the image of Fukunaga on the Engeki stage is one that’s associated with high level acrobatics and tricking, and I didn’t know anything about Ryuuya, so I wasn’t sure if that was what he would bring or something else. He DEFINITELY brings the acrobatics, so literally nothing was lost there, and on top of that, Fukunaga does talk more in this show, and it... tended to be in proverbs and literature references. lol

The build-up to Yaku’s injury and Shibayama subbing in

Because Yaku’s injury was supposed to be really shocking to us as readers, the manga didn’t have as much build-up for Shibayama until just before it happens, but Engeki stresses it pretty hard. From the beginning we can see how much Shibayama looks up to Yaku, runs after him, asks him questions, idolizes him as the ideal libero for the team. It makes it that much more heart-pounding for Shibayama when he eventually needs to be substituted in, and his nervousness was suuuuper palpable. It made me that much happier for his every receive that was well done and extra upset for every receive that he fumbled. They really really built up to that moment that he and Lev have at the end of the Nohebi match, where the two of them manage to fall in sync and pull off a great connected play that lets them feel what real teamwork is like. It was so cute for both of them, my heart was melting.

Yaku’s injury

At the moment that the lights go up after Nekoma scores the point and they realize that the result of the last play was a sprained ankle for Yaku, I really loved that Kuroo, who was standing at the front of the stage, basically ran toward the back, moving people out of his way to check on Yaku. He and Kai immediately put Yaku’s arms around their shoulders, and it was just a wonderful third-years moment in those little details.

Nohebi playing dirty

I already knew that stage Nohebi wasn’t going to annoy me nearly as much as manga Nohebi (BECAUSE THEY’RE JUST SO FUCKING COOL I MEAN JESUS CHRIST THE WAY THEY DANCE AND MOVE), but they’re still very creepy about it. The first time that they feign an apology to the referee to get into his good graces, Daishou admits that he fouled, then the entire team lines up and bows. As people around the stage start to comment on how this isn’t what their real characters are like, they all just slowly lift their heads only with sinister grins on their faces and slowly roll up to standing after that and it was mad creepy and also excellent.

CONNECT

Toward the end of the Nohebi match, there’s a really beautiful sequence of choreography where the Nekoma members chant, “Connect, connect, connect...” They’re all standing still around the stage except for one, who dances and then moves to touch a teammate, and then they dance together before the first one stands still and the second one moves to dance with a third, who moves to dance with the fourth, until everyone has been connected and the dance has been passed on and on. It was really the most stunning way to really illustrate their team concept in a dance; it made so much sense and I just couldn’t help tearing up at it.

It really was such an amazing show, I got so friggin’ pumped watching it, and during the closing sequence, they ran out into the audience and Shouri came up into our section of the balcony and my heart was beating embarrassingly fast oh my gosh he’s not allowed to be that close.

I’ll be seeing it twice more, on Sunday afternoon, and on the final night on Monday, and I’ll be happy to report back on variations/changes made from show to show, and feel free to ask me questions!

#review #haisute #engeki haikyuu #hq stage #the tokyo battle

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thinkinboutkiribaku · 4 years

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part I,

part II

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"So, Bakugo-kun~~ my golden child, prodigy amongst my mistakes, missed you so much ; could you sign here, here and here. Use your cutest handwriting, it's gotta looks precious." Ashido blinked too much.

"The fuck are you talkin' about ?" Katsuki frowned his brows, expecting the sneakiest with her. "Wh-", when he noticed that what she had spread on the desk were shirtless picture taken (stolen) from their last sleepover ; his vein popped.

"Well, because I already accepted the money and sold these to the girls‎ ―that would be a fraud Bakugou. Ah! Did I forget to mention it ? " She bopped her finger playfully against Katsuki's nose, smiling. "Woopsie~~ ". The sigh of her tongue sticking out aggravated his reaction so much. Only the affection-needy hold of Kaminari's arms around his shoulders prevented him from throwing fists.

"Whaaah, Bakubrooo, my man ! I missed you y'know ? Without you there's a never ending hole in the gang !" he exaggeratedly whined, holding onto tighter.

"He especially missed you 'cause he has no brain and you're the squad's brain ; Kaminari always goes dunce when you go."

"But I named you substitution brain."

"Dude !! You were out for a whole month, how do you expect me to weight the gang's dumb chaotic energy over my shoulders ?? For, I am only a mortal man," Sero opened his trembling hands in front of his face, surely prone to disastrous flashback. "Kaminari's a whole mess but even Kiri's started losing it these last few days ! Bro, please tell me you're staying for good this time !"

"He's stuck with us now, can't go back!" Kirishima leaped over Kaminari's shoulders, his weight forcing Katsuki to bend even more with his friend's burden.

"Bastards, you heavy shit-"

"The only way to get a man to stay, I see…" Sero mumbled, letting himself fall over him, alongside the others.

Following the vibes he's been giving off, Katsuki was never one to appreciate people's warmth permeating his precious personal space. But this didn't feel that much like intrusion, rather it felt just like coming home ; being enveloped by that kind of affection, he kinda missed it.

Still, Katsuki was never one to appreciate having his precious personal space ridiculed.

Thus he gave them extra time to savor and laugh their fucker's ass off before exploding and sending them flying. He was back after all, and that was how their dynamic always worked.

"So ? Finally regretting coming back ?"

"Definitely ! How can someone have that much stamina and shout non-stop for hours ? Mic-sensei ?? I can't !" Kaminari whined, spreading his arms all over his desk, empty paper sheets falling on the ground.

"I wasn't talking to you", Sero elbowed him. "And don't whine, you slept for half the hour, you coward."

"I kinda like Mic's lessons, they're easier to follow because of his voice. I don't get how you can sleep through it." Kirishima frowned.

"My sweet diligent child", Mina cuddled up behind the red hair, tightening her arms around his shoulders. "Always making mama proud."

"I thought Katsuki was your favorite child ?"

"He's too rebellious, I can't pamper him too much.", she tried ruffling Katsuki's hair, but even with his eyes closed he flicked her hand, "My best and yet worst creation... At least I can sell his ass whenever."

"Don't you dare bitc-!"

"Kirishima-kun, there's your twin waiting for you !" An extra classmate called from the door. She was next to a stranger that looked nothing special, waving dumbly from the corridor. Glaring at his face, he appeared as uninteresting and dim-witted as possible in Katsuki's eyes.

Yet, he noticed how eagerly Kirishima ran over towards that stranger fucker.

"Wait so we're all your children then ? And Sero's the daddy ? That's kinky."

"You're all my hard labor family and Sero wakes up from time to time to raise you…", she elbowed him. "Hey daddy~ pay more attention would you."

" Nopeee, I'm orphaning all of you asap now that Katsuki's back…" He whined, face against his desk." I'd still tap that though," he added with a smirk, soon joined with Mina's laugh and an elbow's soft poke.

"Eww, don't do that in front of me, i'm baby."

"Who's that fucker Kirishima just left us for," Katsuki paid no attention to his friends banters as his eyes were still fixated onto something ugly. Why was their stupid handshake that long. And why was Kirishima seeming to have fun in every part of it.

"Oh ! Right you didn't see that !"

"What."

"That dude's Kiri's lost twin, I'll tell you ! So we had PE against class B once and they got paired up and then― ! Hit it off like real bro ! Like, they both have that weird old school obsession with being manly and those old heroes movies references, hey― they even share their birthdate. I bet 5$ they're really long lost brother or something."

"Why only 5$ ?" Sero judged.

"Bro I'm broke. Anyway, since that time in PE they started hanging out together sometimes. "

"Kiri is so dazzling, he even get attention from outside our classroom. Sure is my favorite baby."

This shouldn't grip so hard, Kirishima had always been an affection magnet. Only a question of time before others got infatuated too. But Katsuki could feel an ugly emotion growling in his ribcage nonetheless. But he didn't come back for that shit.

"Katsuki ?"

"I'm going out for a bit, –-hungry."

"Hey, bring me something !"

"You can choke on this."

In need of some fresh air, Katsuki exited by the back door to wander in the corridor. Full of loud students packed together while he was walking alone. Fuckers were taking all the fresh air, Katsuki felt annoyed even more. He took a turn opposed to the cafeteria where students were usually attracted by, and hoped for some peace of mind at least.

Too bad, going for the vending machine, he came onto Kirishima and his fake brother. They were exchanging money to buy each other stuff, and ―surprise― they craved the same candy. Acting on his reflex, Katsuki went back on his step, pressing his back against the opposite wall. It wasn't like he was hiding (of course not). He just didn't want to see the disgusting scene of Kirishima having so much fun with someone else.

He didn't go away immediately though. For some reason, their (really loud) conversation halted him.

"He was a giant, I swear I could see my life flash before my eyes !" the guy used mimics that made Kirishima laugh and Katsuki scowl harder. "I really thought we were done for."

"That sound really exciting though, feeling a life or death situation kinda !"

"It's all about that adrenaline rush."

"Sounds manly !"

"You should really join the team, it'd be fun. We'd make the perfect duo, just like in PE !" the fucker bumped shoulders with Kirishima, and what had been weighing down in Katsuki's stomach burned at the mention duo.

For he had no way to convey this ugly grip around his ribcage that was sinking deeper and deeper, all Katsuki did was kick the wall before leaving with angry steps.

He was feeling sick now.

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Awoken for a little while now, thanks to the light rain tapping on the window, Katsuki still didn't felt like moving. He already felt pretty lame for actually skipping classes to rest in the infirmary, but that … feeling back there, had been too much.

Now that he was all alone with his thoughts and the reminiscence of these feelings, he had a hard time fighting them from resurfacing. Of course Kirishima was going to be loved by other and that he would make new friends ; he wasn't the best friend of the infamous Bakugou Katsuki for nothing. Katsuki knew all that, but still…

It wouldn't hurt that much if his feeling weren't going overboard for him. They'd been friends since they were five and nothing could ever come between them on <i>that</i> level, that was promise. And right now they were surely the shiniest thing in each other eyes… But feeling like these made Katsuki apprehend the day someone would dazzle Kirishima's heart away. He knew he was the shit, but nobody could control their feeling…

He would know.

And as the rain was hitting lighter and lighter, announcing he could soon leave school dry, Katsuki decided to leave those feeling behind as well. It felt bittersweet as hell but there was nothing he could do about them in that state. He'll think of a plan after having tasted something, because after sleeping for 3 hours straight he felt damn hungry.

Thinking about what he could get on the way home, Katsuki turned in the infirmary bed, and to his surprise― came facing a red hair, siting roughly on a chair opposed to the bed, gaze consumed by his phone.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel at the very least happy Kirishima knew where he was and waited for him, even though school might have ended since a little while now. But that was bittersweet feeling as well, because now he was reminded how precious Kirishima was and how other people might be entranced by it too. Katsuki responded to that by watching how the sun, resurfacing from the clouds, reflected its light other Kirishima's crimson face. It became even more mesmerizing when Kirishima raised his head, offering a cute smile.

"You came back to play hooky huh…"

"Shut up", Katsuki grumbled as he put himself in seating position. "You.. Did classes end long time ago ?"

"Around half an hour… And for your notice, I was planning on waking you up in another 15 minutes or so ! Don't think I'd forget you.", his last word hitting Katsuki's heart smoother than he could know.

"Don't think I'd forget you" came clashing right against the awful "We'd make the perfect duo" line from earlier. Katsuki turned his face towards the window just next to his, and as he expected, he could see the club training in the schoolyard.

"Hey… are you going to join a club ?"

"Huh ? Why you ask ?"

"Cause you seem the type that would like that type of shit."

"It does seems nice and all, but it goes on for hours right after school… I don't really like coming home late and… I wouldn't be able to go home with you. Or to go see you on set !"

Katsuki could feel through his skin that his cheeks were slowly blushing. That was so stupid and of course Kirishima would say something like that, but damn it felt good. Especially right now… Katsuki needed indulgence.

"I don't need you coming though… Can go home on my own.", he grumbled, reaching.

"I know that," Kirishima smiled, and the vision of the sun reflecting golden hour over his face made the air around Katsuki feel sweeter and his heart beating.

In front of such feeling, he needed a moment ; thus he put his face against his knee for a while, brutally inhaling whatever. When he dropped a bit from his airy feeling, he still felt high somewhat.

"Hey, let's go, to that taco place you talked about… Or whatever, I'm fucking hungry, shit."

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part I, part III

#fanfic #kiribaku #bakushima #Kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou #bnha #mha #fake word real love

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 5 years

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Missing Her

Dean x Reader

A/N: This stemmed from a request by @adoptdontshoppets ... “I love the song “Missing You” by John Waite. It seems fitting for Dean and the one who got away (or he pushed away). No rush or obligation. Write it if it speaks to you” and the few gifs used within the fic. (GIFS are not mine, credit to owners).

Summary: Dean is on the verge of going to Hell, and Sam is reaching out to an old friend who he thinks holds the key (and secret) that could change Dean’s future.

Warnings: Smut, language, canon-divergence, angst, NSFW, 18+

Words: 8K

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The phone started ringing for the third time that night. It wasn’t a number you recognized, and they didn’t leave a message which was an instant red flag. The biggest red flag, however, was that it wasn’t the burner phone that Ellen gave you. That was the only one that would ring this time of night, which meant it couldn’t be an emergency.

It finally stopped after about seven rings, but when it immediately started up again, you got angry. Who the hell would be calling you in the middle of the night, and on the landline no less.

You grabbed the receiver and took a breath before barking into it. “What?!”

Silence.

“Listen, fuckface, if you call here aga—”

“Y/N,” he said, and your heart stopped. That voice was familiar, and not the kind that whips up a nice dose of nostalgia. This was the kind of familiar that makes ice run through your veins and elicits a frenzy of fear of what it could mean.

It couldn’t be.

“Y/N? Its Sam. Sam Winchester.”

Holy shit. Why… why now? It had been years since you last heard his voice. He knew not to call, he promised he wouldn’t. He promised he would leave you be…

“Sam…” you didn’t know what else you could say. Sitting up in your bed, you leaned over and clicked on the lamp. “What, uh, what do you want?”

“It’s Dean. He’s in trouble and… I don’t—” he paused. You could feel the desperation and weight of his sigh through the receiver, “I wanna tell him. I want YOU to tell him. Maybe… maybe this will be the thing that saves him.”

Your heart stopped and climbed up into your throat. The lump that it formed there felt permanent and you began to panic.

“Tell him? Why? What good would that serve, Sam? No. I can’t—I won’t.”

You slammed down the receiver and exhaled a rush of breath. How fucking dare, he? Fucking Winchesters… running your hands nervously through your hair, you kicked off the covers and began pacing the room, fingers still apprehensively pulling at the tendrils around your face. They always seemed to pop up just when your life was good. Then, bam! Tears and broken hearts. The last time you talked to one of them, it hadn’t ended well, so you assumed this would, too.

“Dean’s in trouble… how the HELL is that my problem? I did what I was asked... played my part, why is Sam calling me now?”

You continued mumbling to yourself, going over the history you shared with the Winchesters. Those damn men, all three of them had turned your life upside down at one point. You missed Dean, though. You didn’t want to send him away, but you had to. Guilt ate at you every day for what you had done, but it was necessary… wasn’t it?

Dean… God I miss him… you thought to yourself, like you did more often than not.

You sighed and fell back onto the bed, and rested your head against the headboard. Your hand absently went to the empty side of your bed and mindlessly rubbed at the spot where he could have been—SHOULD have been, had John not interfered. You shook your head to rid yourself of John’s face and the way it looked that night he stood on the steps outside your front door. Pitch black around him, except for the yellowed porch light that illuminated his deeply-rigid scowl. Your stomach was swimming in rough seas, the nausea was intense, and John’s demands had only made it worse.

A brief flashback to happier times entrenched itself in your mind. It was a different house, a different bed, but Dean was there. He had been young, charming as hell and beautiful. The stranger with the green eyes who bore the eyes of an angel and the smile of the devil had somehow wormed his way into your bed and then stayed for a while.

It was the longest you’d ever spent with anyone; same for him, so he said. Sex, late night talks, and midnight drives just for tacos while Zeppelin blared through the speakers… it all came back. You squeezed your eyes tighter when your memory saw him sitting behind the wheel of your old Camaro; smiling as he sang along with radio and sliding his hand up your thigh. You had never been more in love than you were then.

It was supposed to be a fling; one that you didn’t think would mean much. Certainly, you never thought it would change your life the way it had. Your heart ached for that time back. Your logically thinking brain was angry at you for even giving Dean Winchester a second thought, but if you were going to be honest, he was always sort of there, wasn’t he?

The phone began ringing again, and when you picked up the receiver, you didn’t bother with the greeting.

“Y/N… please. I know it has been a long time and I have no right to ask… but my brother, he—he’s gonna die. And—”

“Wait, what? Sam. What the hell is going on? Is he sick? Or is this… a Winchester thing? If so, what in the world do you think I can do to fix it?”

“He’s not sick and I don’t know if you can do anything. I do know that I have exhausted every possibility, and nothing has worked. You’re my last resort and his time is running out.”

“What did he do?”

“He sold his soul to save me.”

“Jesus,” you lamented and rubbed at your eyes. “How long does he have?”

“A month. We’ve tried everything, but its like, he doesn’t care if he dies. He’s stopped trying. I can’t lose him, Y/N. I thought maybe, if he knew the truth, he’d fight harder.”

“Sam,” you started, then paused. “I don’t…” you sighed and resigned yourself to the fact that if you didn’t try, you’d regret it, along with everything else, for the rest of your life. “Where are you guys?”

“Right now, South Dakota. But we could be there—”

“No. No, you can’t come here. Not yet. Meet halfway, that’s what I can offer you right now.”

“Really? Yes, that would be great,” he cut off quickly and you could hear the rustling of fabric then silence for a good minute before he came back on the line.

“He doesn’t know you called, does he?”

“No. He’d be pissed.”

“What about your father? What does he say about all this?”

“He’s dead,” he replied flatly.

You sat up straighter in the bed at the genuine shock of what Sam just said. “John’s dead?”

“Yeah, about two years now. But, look, I know there’s a messed-up history here, and you tend to get the crap end of this deal, but if you’re really willing to meet up—”

“I am. Give me a day, I need to take care of a few things. Take down this number, you can get me on there tomorrow and we can pick a place.”

“Y/N, thank you. Um, how… how is…?”

“She’s fine, Sam. Now, get a pen and write this down.”

You gave Sam your cell number and he thanked you for agreeing to come. You hung up quickly after that, not wanting to give him more time to ask more questions about things you didn’t want to talk about.

Once you hung up, you let your body slide back down so your head was on the pillow. Seeing Dean again wasn’t going to be easy. Pretty fucking hard, in fact. You didn’t part ways on good terms, and when he finally walked away from you it was with angry words and more than a few tears. It was unfortunate but necessary. It didn’t change your feelings for Dean though; not back then and not now.

The next day, you had taken care of the necessary arrangements and loaded up the car with a few necessary items. The cell came to life as you were gassing up and figured it was Sam. Not a call, but a text…

Branson… tomorrow afternoon? Told him we have a job there.

Yeah ok. Where?

I’ll text you when we get in town

Ok. See you then.

Starting up the car, you maneuvered it back onto the highway and put some miles under the wheels. With each one that passed beneath you, you felt your chest tighten a little more at the idea of seeing Dean. When you tried to figure out how to explain everything, you thought you may have to pull over and throw up.

“You didn’t say where you grabbed the case from,” Dean said, eyes affixed straight ahead and his foot pushing the Impala’s gas pedal all the way to the floor.

“Internet,” Sam replied absently, hoping Dean would drop his questions.

“Internet? Well that’s vague.”

“I don’t know, Dean, how we usually find cases. Since you don’t want to deal with the other thing, I don’t know what else to other than find a case. So that’s what I did.”

“Fair enough. So, where do we start?”

“Uh, the usual, I guess. Find a place to stay, talk to a couple locals, figure out how to go into the case.

“Suits and ID little brother. FBI is the quickest way in.”

“Not always,” he said rolling his eyes slightly at his big brother. “Sometimes, subtle is better.”

Dean snorted a laugh. “Yeah, ok. Whatever you say, Sammy.”

They rode in silence for a little while, and Sam was determined to keep trying to change Dean’s mind.

“So, I may have found another Shaman. It’s a long shot, but if he could help—”

“Sam don’t do this. Stop trying to save me, alright?”

“No, Dean I will never stop trying! Why are you so willing to die?!”

“Come on, man. Its not like that. I just think it’s a waste of energy. Nothing’s gonna stop it.”

“Can’t you try? What about me, and Bobby? All the other people out there that love you?! What are we supposed to do, Dean? Just let it happen?”

“What people? It’s you and Bobby. That’s it.”

“That’s not it. There’s Ellen, and Jo… Ash. We have friends in other places, Dean… and what about Y/N?”

Dean slowly turned his eyes from the road and bore them into his little brother. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“She cares about you, Dean! We all do—”

“Why the Hell would you bring her into this? She cares so much that a million years ago she cursed me out and told me to fuck off. WHY would you bring her up?”

Sam panicked and shrugged, trying to think of an excuse. “I just—I mean, she was the last real serious girlfriend you had, and I thought maybe… one day…”

“I’d go back? For what? She made her feelings clear.”

“You don’t miss her at all?”

Dean was quiet and cast a dirty look from the corner of his eye. “No. I don’t miss her at all,” he lied and went back to driving in silence.

They reached Branson a couple hours later, and the moment that Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel, he noticed Sam texting away.

“Got a girlfriend I don’t know about?” Dean teased, trying to peak at the screen.

“No!” Sam pulled it away from him and quickly shoved it in his coat pocket, but not before hitting send on his message to Y/N. If this was going to work, Dean couldn’t know she was in town before he actually saw her.

Dean brought the bags into the room and mumbled something about taking a shower to wash the road off. Sam heard the water start in the bathroom and took out his phone.

One missed message.

I’m here. Room 15.

We’re in 27.

What now?

Idk, give me a few minutes. Dean’s in the shower.

Sam fidgeted nervously with his phone until the water shut off, and Dean exited in nothing but a towel.

“Listen, I was thinking. I’m fricking starving. Let’s start with the diner across the street, alright? Then we can chat up the locals, make a plan.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Sam said with a smile. “I’ll go start the car.”

Dean looked at him in that funny, confused way and shrugged his bare shoulders. “Dude… you don’t need to start the car. Gimme five minutes and I’m ready.”

“Alright, fine. Meet you outside.” Sam jumped up and rushed out the door.

“So weird…” Dean mumbled and went about getting dressed.

Sam sprinted down the covered walkway until he was face to face with room 15. He rose his fist to knock, but the door opened, and Y/N was standing there starring back at him.

Seeing Sam’s face again was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t seen him since you bumped into him in California, before that he had just been a gawky teenager. Now it appeared he had grown another foot over the years. But his eyes and that smile… they hadn’t changed a bit.

“Hey,” he said softly, nervously fidgeting his hands together. He seemed unsure if he should hug you or not, so you opened your arms and made the first move.

Sam returned your hug and flashed one of his precious dimples at you before checking over his shoulder.

“He wants to go to the diner over there. We’re gonna walk over, and maybe you can—”

“I knew you had some girl here, Sammy. This isn’t about a case at all is it?”

Dean’s voice. You’d know it anywhere. Sam froze and slowly turned to see his brother approaching, just as your stomach bottomed out on the floor.

Dean Winchester, still wearing his dad’s old leather jacket and looking damn fine doing it. He was twirling a set of keys in his hand and had a ‘cat-ate-the-canary’ kinda smile across his face. Seeing him didn’t quite elicit the feelings you thought it would, but rather something else entirely. Suddenly, you wanted to try and duck back into the room so he couldn’t see you. But it was far too late for that.

The minute he saw you and realized it was you, all bets were off. It was Dean’s turn to freeze in the middle of the walkway as he passed a pensive glance at you before his eyes began shooting daggers at his brother.

His jaw clenched, the fire in his eyes finding its way to you again before turning back to Sam. “This is why we’re here? For her? This is why you brought her up in the car, isn’t it? There’s no case at all, is there Sam?”

“Dean, I just thought… Maybe if you listened to her…”

“Listen? To Y/N? Why? Why the hell would I do that? She bailed on me, man. Told me to—what was it, exactly? Oh, right. Fuck off and get out of your life. Was that right?” He was angry, his words and body language screamed how offended and hurt he was.

A force of tears stung behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. He was right, you were cruel that day he left. But you had to be because it was what was best then for you and everyone else. Once John Winchester found out about you and the impending bundle of joy, he did everything in his power to convince you to kick Dean to the curb, end the pregnancy, and move on.

That night you screamed at him to go, John showed up a few hours later. He handed you an envelope and asked you to take this secret to your grave.

“For both your sakes” he had said, and knowing what you knew about them, you believed then it was for the best. Inside the envelope had been a few hundred dollars and the business card for a place called Harvelle’s Roadhouse. Before he left, he turned back and said, “If you find yourself in need of a friend, there’s a number in there. Call Ellen. Just tell her you know me, but don’t tell her everything.”

That was nine, long years ago.

“Dean, I’m sorry.” It came out raspy and broken; like they were your first words after being left in a desert for days with no water. “Can’t we find a place and talk?”

He just stared at you, his eyes ablaze with anger and the rest of his expression followed suit. “Why would you call her?” he asked Sam, ignoring your question.

“Because. I didn’t know what else to do, Dean! You are dying… in ONE MONTH! You refuse to fight or find a way out of it. Its like you’ve give up completely!”

“So, you involve Y/N? You know how I feel about her, Sam.”

“I don’t,” you said louder this time. Looking between them, your eyes finally settled on Dean and took a tentative step closer. Sam moved back towards the wall of the motel and just watched nervously as you kept trying to approach Dean. “I know I hurt you. A lot. I know what you are facing now, and I want to help. Sam sorta filled me in--”

“Of course he did,” he grumbled and flashed a look of annoyance at Sam.

“Please, Dean. Let’s go sit down and just talk, ok? There’s… there’s some stuff you should probably know. Things that may change how you feel—”

“How I feel? Feel about what? Being supper for the Hellhounds? Sweetheart, you don’t have the first idea how that makes me feel. Don’t pretend you do.”

“I’m sorry, I am. I can’t make you go, but I’m headed across the street because I’m starving. I’d love for you to join me, so we can catch up and I can explain what happened back then. It may help you now.”

“How the hell do you think catching up over a cup of coffee and slice of pie about shit that happened, what, nine years ago, would matter now?” Dean scoffed.

“Because! I can explain why I made you leave and why I needed you to go.”

“Come on, Sam. Let’s go back to Bobby’s. Pick up a real case from there, do some things that matter with the time I got left,” Dean said, completely ignoring you and turned to leave.

You felt a surge of anger rising. “God! You are the most infuriating man in the world Dean Winchester! Stand here and talk to me Goddammit!”

Dean’s brow furrowed in curiosity and you clearly had his attention now. Sam put a hand on his shoulder and did his best to convince him to stay put. “Just listen to her, please. This could change everything.”

“No, Sam. It can’t,” Dean sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment, stowing himself against whatever was about to come next. “I know what she’s going to say, Sam. It’s the same thing they all say. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, asked you to go, said I didn’t care… blah blah blah. Dredging up some woman I used to love a million years ago isn’t going to stop me from being dog chow. So, please. Just drop it, ok?”

“What if…” a sob caught in your throat, once you were able to force it back down, and swiped at the lone tear that crept down your cheek, you found the resolve to continue. “What if, that woman you used to love, has been raising your daughter for the past eight years and she’s finally come here to tell you about her.”

There. It was out. Sam’s gaze fell to the concrete walkway with a sigh of relief, but his hand still rested on Dean’s shoulder. It was there to help steady his older brother a little when he swayed with the surprise of what you just admitted.

Dean’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he swallowed audibly. “Wha—what did you say?”

“I got pregnant, Dean. And, it’s a long story, but that’s why I picked the fight and made you leave. I thought it was for the best. I thought I was going to end it, anyway. And your dad—”

“My father?!” Dean questioned loudly. “What the hell does he have to do—”

A realization struck him, and he bent at the waist with his hands on his knees and tried to catch a breath to calm himself. “Was it his?”

“No! Ewe, no… I called your number. The one I had for you then, crying. Your dad answered and I just… it just came pouring out.”

“I need to sit down,” Dean groaned, the color draining from his face.

“Here, come inside…” you moved aside so Dean and Sam could come in, and they did so without hesitation. Dean fell into the chair beside the window and rubbed a hand over his mouth.

You sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, while Sam closed and locked the door behind him. Sam hovered in the background, just watching his brother with trepidation. Occasionally he would glance at you, and look as though he wanted to say something, but never did.

You had to say something, if for no other reason than to break the heavy silence of the room. “Dean?”

“Don’t ask if I am ok, because I am not… ok.”

Dean got up from the chair and started pacing the room, eventually stopping in front of Sam. “And you knew? This whole time?!”

“Sort of. I knew Y/N had been pregnant, but I didn’t know she kept it until a couple years after.”

Dean was in shock. He just shook his head and began pacing again.

“Dean… please. I can explain—”

“Walk away from me, Sam. Seriously. Go back to the room, or to the diner, I don’t really care. Just… leave. I’ll talk to you later.”

Sam’s distraught expression made your heart ache for him. You knew how much Sam loved him and could only imagine the regret building in his heart for keeping this secret for so long. He offered you a half smile and quietly left the room. When Dean heard the latch of the door mark his brother’s exit, he turned and punched the old wood paneling of the room, leaving a few splintered pieces.

“Hey, asshole. You’re paying the security deposit,” you said, standing from the bed and squaring up to him.

“How could you not tell me? And what did my father do, threaten you, pay you off?” he asked, again ignoring your comment.

“I didn’t tell you because, yeah, he threatened me and paid me off. But the money was to terminate the pregnancy. He said there shouldn’t be more Winchesters in the world. That your lives were far too dangerous for love or family, and that you needed to focus on the job at hand.”

Dean’s face contorted through a myriad of emotions as he listened to the betrayal his father initiated. His mouth fell open, lips quivering as he did his best to breathe through the anger that was near boiled over. When his eyes found you again, they were wet, but no tears fell.

“How could he…” Dean whispered to himself but kept his gaze locked with yours.

You could see the pain he was in and you didn’t know how to make it stop. So, doing the only thing you could think of, you turned around and grabbed your duffel off the bed, rummaging through until you found what you were looking for.

Now, holding the picture of your daughter in your hands, then looking back at Dean, you were amazed at how much she really did look like him. She had your color eyes, but the rest of her features, came courtesy of Dean Winchester. Her sandy brown hair was long and wavy, little dimples set into her features when she smiled, and a peppering of freckles went across the bridge of her nose and spilled onto her cheeks.

You smiled softly at her image and suddenly missed her terribly. Dean realized what you were holding, and his features softened.

“Is that her?”

“Mhm,” you responded and held it out for him. “Her name is Olivia Kate, but I call her Ollie.”

Dean took the photograph and stared at it for what felt like forever. He walked back to the bed and sat on the corner, his eyes never leaving the picture.

“She’s beautiful,” he mused and looked up at you with damp eyes. “She’s really beautiful.”

“She is. She looks a lot like you,” you said and smiled wistfully. “Was a super big handful as a baby, too. I am guessing also, a lot like you.”

You took the chance and sat next to him. It was the closest you’d been to him in forever, but yet, also felt like no time had passed at all. Dean’s hand absently reached out for yours. You clutched it in both of your hands and let it rest on your thigh. So many years of guilt and regret sat on your shoulders, and despite the reasons John gave, and you accepted, you felt awful for keeping him from Ollie for so long.

“Dean… I can’t begin to apologize for not telling you sooner. Or even making Sam stay quiet. What your dad and I did—”

“What he did.”

“I agreed to it.”

Dean snorted a laugh. “Yeah, well, no one I know has ever said ‘no’ to John Winchester. Why should you be any different?”

“Don’t be angry at Sam, either. He was only doing what I asked.”

“How did he even find out?”

“About two years after Ollie was born, I literally just bumped into him. I was visiting my family out in California. They wanted to give us the tour of the town and the college where my cousin went, and while out and about, we ran into Sam.”

“What are the odds?” Dean snarked and sighed.

“Apparently they went to the same college. He was on his way to work and we passed each other on the street. I wasn’t going to acknowledge him because I was scared he’d ask about Ollie.”

“Did he?”

“He did. He was surprised to see her and began asking questions. We talked for a few minutes. He said he overheard John on the phone with me that night. Later he confronted your father, and I guess John said it was a false alarm. Then he saw Ollie and… your brother isn’t stupid.”

“You made him promise to keep quiet?”

“I did. I thought if you found out… and your dad found out… I was scared, Dean. John made it sound like if anyone knew there was another Winchester out there that they would be in danger. Something bad would come for her. So, yeah. I swore him to secrecy. Clearly, he only lasted so long.”

Dean pulled his hand from yours and stood up from the bed. He was pacing again, but slower this time, more contemplative than angry.

“I guess Sam thought if I knew about her now, I’d fight harder to find a way out.”

“Did it work? Will you try other ways?”

Dean shook his head and smiled, but there was no joy in his gesture. “No. Nothing can change this. If Sam wants me to try something, I will, just to satisfy whatever it is he needs satisfied. But for me, the end is coming and there’s nothing I can do about it. Honestly, it’s been freeing.”

“Freeing?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t have to worry about anything… what’s the point of worrying about the future when you don’t have one? Right? Sam will be alright—”

“You’re an asshole,” you stood up and now it was your turn to steam with fury. “Do you hear yourself? Your brother is NOT going to be alright, Dean. Not even a little. Do you not see him?! He’s sick over the thought of losing you.”

“Nothing I can do about that,” he mumbled, frustrating setting into his brow.

“Bullshit. Do whatever you can. Fight. Come up with a plan of attack, at least go down swinging. There’s gotta be something, somewhere that will fend off a Hellhound. Some lore, or spells…”

“Whoa. Wait? You sound like you know what you’re talking about. What the Hell is that about?”

You sighed and rolled your neck from side to side trying to ease some of the growing tension. Getting caught up in the riptide of emotions from telling Dean about Ollie, you had failed to mention the rest of the story.

“Right. Well… the night your father gave me the money for the abortion, he gave me a business card for a place called Harvelle’s.”

“You know Ellen?!”

“I do. I went there a few months before Ollie was born. I was alone and scared, and he said that if I needed a friend, I could call on her. So, I finally did. I didn’t tell her I knew you or that you were the father. Just that I knew John because of a case, which wasn’t a lie…” Dean rolled his eyes and motioned for you to continue. “…she took me in for a while. Helped me get on my feet, take care of Ollie… taught me about hunting.”

“So, you hunt now? Isn’t that a little hypocritical considering—”

“Easy, cowboy. I do not hunt. I do, however, have nursing skills and occasionally help stitch up some hunters when she needs me too.”

“This is all too fucking much,” he said and ran a hand through his hair. “Where is Ollie now? Who’s watching her while you’re here?”

“Her step-father. Well, he’s my ex now, but she knows him as her step-dad.”

Dean’s body stiffened. “Step-father?”

“I was married for a little while, Dean. And now I’m not.”

“I need a drink. You want a drink? Please tell me you have something in here.” He began rifling through the cabinet and small fridge that was tucked in the corner. When he came up empty, he saw your keys sitting on the dresser. He grabbed them, then your hand and said, “Come on.”

Twenty minutes later you were sitting in the corner of an old western style bar in the outskirts of Branson. The hollowed-out honkytonk was sparsely populated, with a few of the patrons dancing lazily on the planked dance floor to an old Patsy Cline number. The waitress brought your round of drinks and barely gave you a second glance as she placed them down then sauntered away, her cowboy boots walking in beat with the song.

You and Dean each grabbed your shot of whiskey and tossed it back at the same time, your eyes meeting over the pints of beer that was washing down the burn of the Jack. He was quiet, and though he was watching you, he seemed lost in something a million miles away.

“I’m not going to survive this,” he said finally, resolute in his words. “I’m not, and I can’t change that. I just don’t want to spend any more time, fighting. With anyone. Not Sam, not you… not the memory of my father.”

“So, what then?”

Dean frowned and shrugged, taking a long drink of his beer. “I don’t know. Hunt… save people. Eat some pie. Drink more. Drive fast. Enjoy time with a woman, maybe.”

You tried to ignore the feelings that arose at the thought of being with Dean again, but your body flushed warmed anyway. You reminded yourself that he didn’t mean you, and that brought on an entire different feeling… jealousy. You brushed it off and did your best to just roll with the conversation, trying to hide how affected you were by his comment and the way he was watching you.

“Oh, I imagine the ‘I only have a month to live’ troupe works wonders for you.”

Dean smiled his most genuine, charming smile and raised his glass in salute.

His smile is still the devil’s work, I see… you thought to yourself as he gulped down the rest of his drink. He motioned for another round at the waitress and turned back to you.

“As for… our daughter, I don’t want her to know me. Not with the time I got left. What you tell her after that is up to you, but I won’t appear in her life only to be ripped out a few weeks later. That’s not fair. But, maybe… you let Sam know her. Let him be her uncle and be there to keep her safe.”

All you could do was nod because the lump in your throat negated any sort of verbal response from happening. You just sat in silence and finished your pint until the waitress returned with two more shots and two more beers. Dean threw his whiskey back immediately and chased it, but you just ran your finger absently around the lip of the shooter.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked, running his tongue over his bottom lip, his brow creased in concern.

“I don’t like imaging a world without Dean Winchester. It doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Just because of this history we have… it doesn’t stop the fact that the time we did spend together, meant something to me. It meant a hell of a lot, actually. I called you when I found out I was pregnant. If you had answered the phone instead of John… things could have been so different, Dean. I loved you, then. I’ve missed you every day since. Tried to tell myself I didn’t, but I did. I have that one, stupid polaroid we took, do you remember? We were at that drive-in, you stole your dad’s car to pick me up and go… we made really good use of the back seat.”

Dean conjured the memory and couldn’t help but smile at the recollection.

“I carried that with me for years. I only tucked it away when I thought I had lost it, then promptly lost my mind. It was the only image I had of you and I was afraid I would forget what you looked like. I had already forgotten what your voice sounded like…”

Without thinking, you reached across the table and took his hand. His skin felt warm and welcoming, his fingers gladly accepting yours to entangle with his. With your free hand, you tossed back your shot of whiskey and decided it was time to say everything you needed to.

“My ex… he knew a little about you, and the situation. He left me in the end because he knew that I couldn’t love him the way I loved you. It didn’t matter that you were gone, you lived in here,” you patted your chest over your heart, “and in Ollie. Though he loves her like his own, he couldn’t forgive me for loving you more.”

Dean’s face fell. “Y/N—”

“I don’t tell you this for any other reason, but for you to understand how I feel about you. How I have always felt. You’re right, what you said before. I was going to say that I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I let John scare me, and I hate myself for it.”

The mixture of alcohol with a very emotional day finally cracked your tough exterior. A few stray tears made their way down your cheeks as you did your best to contain the rest of the tsunami that really wanted to come out.

Dean got up from his side of the booth and slid into yours. He didn’t say anything, just wiped away what had fallen with the pad of his thumb. He lightly traced the line of your cheekbone to your jaw, as his eyes slowly examined every inch of your face.

He hesitated, then drew your lips to his. Dean kissed you softly, tentative to your reaction and to the reaction he may have as well. When you returned it, he found more courage and pressed his mouth to yours. He parted his lips, encouraging you to do the same with the tip of his tongue. Tasting him again, after so many years of just trying to remember him, was intoxicating. You were immediately transported to that place and time you shared with him. The passion you had for him was instantly reinvigorated, but underneath was the surprise you felt at it actually happening.

After you had made him leave and denied him his daughter, you never thought he’d want to kiss you again, much less with such longing.

His hand moved around to the back of your neck, but he didn’t push you into him as you wanted him to. Putting your hand on his knee, you drug your nails along the fabric of his jeans and up his thigh. That’s when he leaned into you, even more, forcing you back against the wall of the booth, his fingers firmly ensconced in your hair.

The kiss deepened, mouths were parted wide, tongues touching and teeth biting. There was a need in that kiss. There were almost ten years of longing in that kiss; but there was also, anger and love, regret and heartbreak.

His hand still holding the back of your head, Dean finally pulled back, his tongue running across his lips getting the taste of you and wanting more.

“Motel?”

You smirked. “Wow, I don’t even get the pleasure of a cheesy pickup line? Last night on Earth? Nothing? You’re slacking, Winchester."

Your teasing only made him narrow his eyes at you. He released his grip on your hair and took the hand you had on his thigh and pulled you up from the booth. He threw down some cash on the table, took your hand again, and lead you back out into the parking lot.

Dean didn’t say a word on the ten-minute drive back to the motel. When he parked, he killed the engine, pulled out the keys, then reached over for you and jerked you closer. His eyes were already oozing with lust as he pulled you onto his lap. Your ass hit the horn, but it didn’t stop him from grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, the hard length of his erection meeting the heat between your thighs.

“I want this. Badly. I’m still pissed about everything, but my God, I want you. Y/N, if you don’t, or can’t I understand…”

“I’ve never wanted anything but this, Dean.”

“Even if this is it, all it could ever be?”

You swallowed hard and realized that it was the last chance you’d have to be with him again. Slowly, and as much as you hated to do it, you climbed off his lap and exited out of the driver’s side door. He sat there and sighed, but when you reached your hand out for his, he took it and got out.

You didn’t let go of his hand as you led him through the door of your motel room. No more words needed to be spoken. There was no time for that now. There was a lot of years to account for in a short amount of time, and you didn’t want to ruin it with talking.

Dean stood motionless as you removed his coat and tossed it on the chair, then slowly worked on freeing him from his flannel and t-shirt. When his chest was bare, your fingers traced along the tattoo on his chest gingerly. You leaned him to kiss him there, and wrapped your arms up around his neck, letting your lips work their way up towards his neck. When you reached his ear, you kissed him there, making his skin ripple with goosebumps.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, I want you, even if it is just for tonight.”

Dean didn’t wait another second. He tore at your shirt and the buckle of your jeans, making quick work of stripping them off and tossing them aside. His hands moved up your arms to your neck, then down your back, removing your bra and pressing your body to his. He walked you back towards the bed, then pushed you down to it. His eyes were dark and greedy, not like when you’d been together before. This was different, this was lust like you’d never felt before and your ache for him grew to desperate levels. Sitting up you unbuckled his jeans quickly and didn’t hesitate when his cock sprung free from its restraints to take hold of it.

Taking it into your mouth, you teased him at first as his hands wrapped around your head and once again tangled in your hair. Working as much of him into your mouth, you heard him groan and dig his fingers in deeper with each pass you made using your tongue.

He relished in your attention for a minute or two before he backed up from you to remove his jeans all the way. You pushed yourself further back on to the bed, seductively slipping off your underwear while holding his gaze. He watched you for a moment, and you remembered how he liked to do that.

More than a few times, though he had been shy about it, he would ask to watch you touch yourself. But being young and somewhat unsure, it was only for a moment or two. Now, you could feel what he wanted just by the intensity in which he drank you in.

You allowed your fingers to slip down into your folds. You would rather it would be his hand touching you there, but any stimulation was welcomed against your throbbing clit. It didn’t take more than a minute for him to be on top of you. He brought your hand up to his lips, letting his tongue take the taste of you off your fingers. His dick positioned so it just teased the ridges of your sex, so slick and ready for him, it wouldn’t take much to slide himself up inside you.

That’s what you wanted… needed him to do. You begged him with your eyes, but he only gave you a twitch of a smile before he bent his head down, taking your hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked and teased you with his tongue while taking your hands and pinning them above your head. Your body writhed beneath him, pleading with him to enter you, to fill you as quickly and as hard as he could.

“Dean… please…”

With one last lick of your nipple, he relented and quickly thrust up into you, causing you to inhale sharply. He moved slowly, your moans growing with each pass, your hips rising and falling with his. Dean’s head hung lowly near yours, his eyes closed, his mouth opened and breathing heavily.

He felt so good inside you, right where he should have been all these years. But you wanted more, needed more…

“Fuck.. harder baby, please… I need you…”

Dean released your hands. You immediately wrapped them around his back and ran them down his arms, gripping him tightly. You raised up your knees, allowing him a better angle to sink deeply into you. His hips moved faster, hitting that spot that drove you crazy and caused you to call his name in repeated whispers. Both of your breathing was becoming more erratic as his lips hovered over yours; not quite kissing you but brushing together with each thrust upward.

You held onto him for dear life as he fucked into you, now licking and biting at your neck the closer he got to climax. He growled as his movements became uneven, throwing his head back with a few last rough thrusts.

“Unnff Fuck!” he cried out as your walls fluttering around his cock made him cum inside you.

You held onto each other, breathless and exposed. You brought a hand to his stubbled cheek, guiding his gaze, and lips, back towards yours.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he rasped before kissing you again. Lowering himself to the spot on the bed beside you, he let his gaze linger along the curves of your body and brushed a tuft of hair from your cheek. “I love you. No matter what happened then, or what happens now, always remember that, alright?”

You nodded silently and tucked yourself into him. You stayed that way for a long while and fell asleep at some point. When you woke up, you were alone. If not for the heap of your clothes on the floor, you may have thought it was all a dream. But there, on the nightstand was a folded piece of paper with your name on it.

Y/N,

I couldn’t stand to say goodbye again, even under better circumstances. I’m keeping the picture. I want her face to be the last thing I see. Take care of her, and Sam, too.

I love you.

Dean

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, but it did little to stop all the tears that had been waiting. Maybe they had just been waiting for Dean to go. Either way, they came, and didn’t stop for many, many hours.

Six months had passed since the night in the motel room. You didn’t hear from Dean again, but you did get a message from Sam. About a month after Branson, it was one line… two words. But it was devastating.

He’s gone.

Your heart broke that day. You hid in the linen closet at work near the nurses’ station and crumpled into a ball on the floor. You didn’t realize how long you had been that way until the door opened and an orderly found you there. There was no way to describe what you were feeling, so you kept it to yourself and just concentrated on taking care of Ollie.

You tried to call Sam many times over the next couple of months, but it went straight to voicemail, and eventually, you got the message that the line had been disconnected. You saw Ellen less and less, though it may ease the pain to remove yourself from that world completely. But it didn’t. Once, you casually asked her about Sam Winchester, and she just said he was in the wind after his brother died. You never mentioned any of this to Ollie. Nor did you admit to Ellen that she was Dean’s daughter.

Just bury it all, you told yourself, forget that night in Branson ever happened and go on with your life.

That’s just what you did.

Six months after Branson, you were laying in bed, much like the night Sam first called you. This time, it was the burner phone that rang. Though you weren’t seeing much of Ellen, you still answered whenever she called.

“Hey Ellen, what’s up?” you asked in greeting.

“Well, it’s not Ellen,” the voice said, making you sit up in bed. It was deep and familiar, causing you to experience a bout of Déjà vu, and immediately you felt like you did the night Sam had called.

You swallowed hard, your nerves feeling an electrified current of energy pulsating through the phone.

“Who—who is this? Sam?”

He snorted a laugh. “No, sweetheart. It’s not Sam.”

It couldn’t be. Dean was dead.

“I—um…who?”

“It’s me. It’s Dean. I’m back.”

You felt the receiver fall from your hand as the world around you got fuzzy. There was a ripple of static in your ears, but you could hear his voice through the phone now laying on the top of the blankets.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

Somehow, you pulled yourself back from the verge of passing out and found the phone, bringing it back to your ears.

“Dean? But… how?”

“Guess there was a way out, after all. So, I was wondering. Wanna get that pie, now?”

Part 2

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Zenith: Chapter 29-32

I realize leaving y’all hanging for a whole year like that in the snark, where our beloved heroes Andi and Dex had just been shot in their empty little heads, was very cruel of me. You guys must’ve been just DYING to know what happened.

Quick recap: Andi & Co are space pirates. They are captured by Andi’s ex Dex and the father of Andi’s childhood friend, whom she “murdered” by landing a ship bad. He asks her to get his son, who is in a dank dark prison. Andi does the thing with the help of Dex and her ragtag bunch of generic archetypes.

We good?

Let’s go.

Chapter 29

We interrupt the 100% totally real threat of Andi and Dex being shot to death to have another boring-ass moment with Nor. She walks around in an underground lab feeling sorry for herself and thinking about how tragic her backstory is. We’re introduced to a two-headed scientist who could’ve been interesting in the hands of actually talented authors, but who doesn’t appear in the book after this point so she’s wasted. For some reason she’s also referred to as one person when the heads are clearly different individuals? Irl when there are two heads sharing one body the heads are different people with different names. You know, because the person is stored in the brain? Idk why Shinsay did this.

“Slowly, you dolt!” the right head screeched to the left.

The left head huffed in annoyance. “I’m merely trying to give our queen a glimpse of her new toy.”

“It’s a wonder I’ve been able to put up with you all these years,” the right head retorted.

“You haven’t a choice, my dear,” the left said back.

I think this is supposed to be funny, but all I can think if is how everyone’s dialogue sounds exactly the same.

We find out that this is where Nor’s people are developing the titular Zenith (except it’s not named yet, spoilers), and Nor wants to know if they’ve made any progress.

The two-headed scientist, Aclisia, says that the weapon is ready and that they only need a test subject. Did they develop this mind-altering thing without any previous test subjects? I mean I guess it makes sense that they’d need somebody unaffected by previous versions to test out the final product, but like ... Did the previous subjects die? That doesn’t bode well.

Anyway, the test subject they have is one of the guards on Lunamere, where Andi and Dex were in the previous chapters. Nor is displeased that the guard “let them go,” and I want you to remember this line:

“You had one of the Unified System’s most wanted fugitives in my prison. And instead of keeping her there, where she could have been persuaded to join the right side of the galaxy...you lost her. [...]”

File that away for future reference, my pretties.

Anyway, we end the chapter without even finding out what the drug does, because Shinsay love breaking their own pace and suspense because they have to rely on cliffhangers to keep people reading.

Chapter 30

Oh Christ oh God it’s our girl Klaren again. It’s year twenty-four and despite five years passing this woman is still all about how she’s destined to die and everything in her life is crap, which, idk, mood I guess?

Xen Ptera is losing the war and Klaren is sick because of all the poison air or whatever. The king wants her to hide because enemy troops are closing in, and Klaren takes another moment to think about how she wasn’t supposed to fall in love and yadda yadda.

Who’s ready for another Smaasism?

She wished she could go back. She wished she could change that passionate night they had shared, the careless days after and the tonic she’d forgotten to take...

tOnIC

You’d think in advanced space times they’d have more reliable birth control.

Also ... wouldn’t the king expect an heir anyway? Like, we’ve seen that even the title of “general” is inherited in this shitfest of a universe, so wouldn’t he eventually catch on and insist on having a kid? Or if she claimed she couldn’t produce one, surely there would be tech to get around that? Idk. For all the future-sight this bitch had, she sure didn’t have any common sense.

Klaren tells the king to take Nor and fuck off, and Darai says something about how she’s the strongest Yielded and how she must fulfill her duty.

Which apparently includes going into the battlefield, which is conveniently right outside the palace, and mind-control General Cortas into wanting to fuck her so bad he forgot she was his enemy.

Her husband was wrong.

Hope was not dead.

Hope, in the form of the queen’s sacrifice, had only just flickered to life.

This is framed as tragic and beautiful but she is about to mind-rape a man for years soooo get ready for some extremely uncomfortable shit.

Chapter 31

We’re back in Andi’s POV, except it’s still a fucking flashback. This time it’s to when Andi was still Kalee’s Spectre and lived with Valen and the other dingdongs. And then we get actually good writing?

During meals, when Andi and the other Spectres stood guard, she’d watch him curiously. Valen usually sat in the farthest seat from his father, hunched forward as if he were battling some deep, silent pain. Sometimes she’d catch him staring at her with his strange, unblinking hazel eyes, his paint-stained fingers gripping his golden fork like a weapon he didn’t want to use.

Like I’m into this. It’s showing and not telling, mysterious and intriguing without being on the nose, and for once Andi doesn’t have all the cards and knows what Valen is inside and out, so his character doesn’t become obvious. Like, he’s battling some pain, but he’s also reluctant to use a weapon? That could mean anything! In a good way!

This good chunk is also immediately ruined by the following descriptions, which point out that indeed, all the other kids talk about Valen and how WEEEEYOOORDDD he is, and how he’s constantly covered in paint, because that’s what artists look like, I guess. Catch me bodyslamming a freshly painted park bench to prove I know color theory.

We’re also told that Valen never got a personal Spectre for spooooooky reasons. He just doesn’t feel like a proper part of the family, ya know? I wonder that it all could meeeeaaaaaan.

This is all told to us just so we can revisit the part where Valen tries to stop Andi and Kalee from going on a joyride. Kalee insults him for a bit, and then Valen drops some more foreshadowy dialogue about how he hopes this birthday is everything Kalee wants it to be.

Subtle.

Chapter 32

OH MY GOD WE’RE IN LIRA’S POV NOW. YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE SHINSAY, WE KNOW YOU WOULDN’T MURDER YOUR PRECIOUS CELAENA AND RHYSAND RIPOFFS IN CHAPTER 29 WHEN THERE’S A BILLION MORE CHAPTERS LEFT.

Lira has been literally counting seconds since they left Andi.

Yeah.

She recaps everything that happened three chapters ago, saying they executed their secret plan with the “ultimate amount of finesse” before noting that despite obeying Andi’s direct orders to run, she feels like a traitor.

Your captain is in chains, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. You should be by her side. Instead, you’re running.

All you ever do is run.

I have literally no idea how this is even a little bit relevant considering that they’re waiting for Andi and Dex to return and aren’t moving anywhere. By the way, Andi and Dex are thirty minutes late. Which freaks Lira out because THAT WASN’T IN THE PLAN.

Her scales start freaking out and she’s about to overheat. Holy shit, how are you still alive?

Honestly, this is a pretty accurate depiction of someone with an anxiety disorder, but I think we’re supposed to think Lira is emotional or analytical or loyal or whatever. I doubt Shinsay have the finesse required to write something like this on purpose, so this just reads as incompetence.

Apparently Andi said that if they’re late, the girls are supposed to flee and save themselves, and Lira is starting to get antsy.

Ok so ... just moments ago you were worried about how you’re always running away. So why is your first instinct when your beloved captain is THIRTY MINUTES LATE to book it? Like. Calm the fuck down. Thirty fucking minutes, in space? Can you chill???

Lira whines more about how this is the second time this week that she’s second-in-command and she hates it. Hey why not give that responsibility to Breck, who’s always calming everyone down? Would that make too much sense?

Lira goes to her room to mope and angst about how she likes being alone. It’s riveting. She thinks about how this crew is her SOUL and how much she LOVES them. Which we can see by her sitting alone in her room thinking about how much she loves them, obviously.

She continues to angst about how her dad died of Space Plague, and her mom became a drunk because ... Idk, that’s what moms do in books like these. But lo, she and her brother got taken in by their Cool Aunt, who then wanted them to Do Things when they grew up, and Lira doesn’t want to Do Things, she wants to fly around and Crime.

So she left her home planet because her Cool Aunt wanted her to Do Too Much Stuff, and the weight of her expectations crushed Lira, who must soar the skies like the beautiful bald blue bird she is.

The other girls interrupt this godawful exposition dump by inviting Lira to play some Not!Pokémon. And we get this exchange, which I included in my review, and yes, it’s real:

“Hope is a raging asshole,” Gilly said.

“Explain to me, Gilly,” Breck said with a sigh, “how exactly can an asshole rage?”

Lira choked on a sudden, unexpected laugh. “I swear, the two of you. You were both born with my brother’s sarcastic soul.”

This bloated and repetitive nonsense that apparently passes for character development is interrupted by Alfie, who’s gotten out of the waste bay. We’re reminded that this ship doesn’t have any mechanics, because of course, and Alfie makes a reference about how the ship’s AI’s voice is turning him on.

It appears Lira has gotten a message from Soy to come and get Andi and Dex.

*sigh*

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Judy: Previously on Zoomorphia

Nick: Judy survived the bull Savage attack. Hooray!! Thank Mr. Big for his kind help~

Judy: Luckily, he is one of a few mammals who know the truth of Hybrid.

Nick: Not to mention he’s a mafia boss with more than enough personal medical supplies. That’s icing on the cake!

Judy: But that Bolt the silver wolf then showed up and played havoc. He wanted our MidniDrivers for some reasons.

Nick: What would happen next? Let’s find out in this chapter, chapter 16!

Judy: Actually, it’s chapter 17, Nick.

Nick: Wait? Did I miss one whole chapter?

Judy: No, it’s just that the last chapter was a flashback-

Nick: Or we have like a secret chapter that is too ‘spicy’ to be published publicly?

Judy: There’s no such thing!

Nick: Yet

Judy: Nick!!

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A penumbral lunar eclipse cast a light upon a snow covered front yard of a luxurious house in the icy Easternmost district.

“Judy… We should use my body to transform...” Nick suggested while he together with Judy as Hybrid Police form was at a disadvantage fighting against Bolt the silver wolf.

After she reminisced about the night she and her partner first transformed into the armored hybrid mammal, “No! It’s too risky.” she objected to the idea.

Although Hybrid’s form which required Nick’s body was undoubtedly powerful, capable of putting an end to four Savages even when they were inexperienced, it was likely that the duo would lose control and go berserk.

They cannot let anyone fall to the same fate as Professor Woolworth the ram, who was still in a coma after risking his life to detransform them at that night.

However, she was fully aware that they cannot gave in to Bolt either. If they did, the wolf would continued taking justice into his own paws. No one would stop him from going on a killing spree.

Not pressuring Judy to come up with a solution, Nick knew well that Judy was beating her brains out figuring out how to overcome their opponent. Nick himself was thinking hard too.

Both thought back to past fights in order to analyze them. They lost to Bolt even though Hybrid possessed greater strength than him due to the fact that they were unable to catch up with his extraordinary speed.

Judy looked back further, eventually recalling the first time they met the silver wolf. At that time, he came to rescue them from mid-sized macropodine Savages on the downtown elementary school’s courtyard after Hybrid Archer form’s monitor detected something…

The monitor detected… She reflected.

“I’ve got one idea but it’s a long shot.” She said.

Nick somehow could hear her thought loud and clear, thereby being able to guess what idea she had in mind. “Worth trying” He responded.

While the armored mammal in Police form, dropping the pistol in the left paw, was struggling to rise and hold the handle tightly, “Ain’t you giving up yet?” Bolt asked the united duo.

“Sorry… but I dunno when to quit” Judy twisted the handle forth twice. “FORM SHIFT-ARCHER”

MidniDriver and gaps of the suit of armor simultaneously emitted purple fog spreading over Hybrid and the nearby area on the front yard with snow. The thick mist, hiding the armored mammal, obscured Bolt’s view.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced the fog.

“Accel!” Bolt, accelerating his system, dodged the high-speed arrow, fired from lower angle, in the nick of time.

Immediately following that, “ACTIVATE” Bolt heard the robotic voice before the bio-armored mammal in green leather tunic, hood with red feather, and charcoal mark on face that resembles eye mask, Hybrid Archer form, dashed close to the wolf’s side with a bow in the left paw and a gladius sword in the right paw.

“Double accel!” Increasing his acceleration, the silver wolf moved away from the swung blade.

Bolt flashed around, which made the purple thick mist fade away, allowing Mr. Big the old shrew and his polar bear henchmen see the situation clearly again.

They found out that the silver wolf was briskly circling the armored mammal with doe figure and fox characteristics in the hooded tunic.

Afterwards, Hybrid stabbed the sword into the ground, then moved the right paw to grip the maroon handle of MidniDriver before twisting it. “CRITICAL BREAK”

Next, Hybrid, right palm glowing, drew the sword up. When the armored mammal got the paw on the sword’s grip, a glow was transferred to the blade.

The silver wolf later tried seizing the smaller flamingo red animal from behind. Hybrid whose monitor tracked motion of the mechanical mammal spun to swing the glowing sword at him.

He therefore went backwards like lightning to avoid the attack, then ran in curve to backside of the armored mammal.

After that, the monitor of Archer form started to calculate the wolf’s movement while Hybrid was drawing the bow.

Nick turned the armored mammal back before he discharged the glowing sword an arrow at the silver wolf.

It flew like the wind towards Bolt. “Oh scrap! Triple-” Unable to activate the greater acceleration in time, he got penetrated by the sharp blade in one of his thighs. As a result, he, losing his balance, fell on the ground.

Although this Archer form’s finishing move was not the strongest among all of forms’ finishers, it was indeed the fastest the duo had and fortunately, it was fast enough to win this fight.

“Looks like the tables have turned.” Nick said to Bolt as Hybrid’s weapons vanished into thin air, the sword stuck in his leg disappearing.

The armored mammal proceeded towards the lying down silver wolf who had few electric sparks coming out from a damage on his thigh.

“Bolt, if that’s really your name, you’re under arrest for multiple murders.” Judy stated in stern tone.

“Bolt!” Mittens bawled to him on their private wireless communication. “Your leg received too much damage! Retreat! Right now!”

“Are you sure that laws apply to machine?” He asked Judy in a humorous manner and then disappeared. The mammals in the area were surprised at first. Eventually, the united duo noticed a trail of footprints on the snow.

“He escaped huh?” Nick assumed that Bolt used his extraordinary speed to run away.

“That’d the case.” Judy replied.

The bow gradually disappearing, Hybrid shifted the left paw to pull the syringe in order to detransform. After the armor, discharging purple steam, was gone and Judy changed back to normal, Mr. Big’s henchmen rejoiced at the duo’s victory.

Subsequently, the doe rabbit fell over in the snow, so the polar bears stopped cheering. Some of them rushed to help her.

“Please let me take a little break.” She said tiredly before falling asleep.

Mr. Big the old shrew on the paw of his most trusted henchman sighed relievedly, then turned to the red fox who had just woken up in the bear’s arm. “Incidentally, Nicky, have you put on weight?” He became aware of the fox’s bloated tummy not long ago.

“Your house’s so icy I’d love to hibernate.” He joked wearily, pushing the syringe to inject the blood.

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The next day, Judy believed headstrongly that she should go to work. However, Clawhauser insisted that both she and Nick had better take another day off. He had got them covered. Besides, Mr. Big’s family was more than glad to have the doe and the tod as guests.

Luckily, there was no Savage terrorizing Zootopia city on that day. Judy accordingly had some proper rest while Nick could have free time to lose excess weight.

The day after,

“Y’know. I wouldn’t mind you being portly.” The doe was ambling across a parking lot.

“Admit it~ I’m irresistible~” The red fox in a neat navy blue police uniform, Senior officer Wilde, was prancing next to the grey European bunny, Senior officer Hopps, on their way to ZPD headquarters. He showed his slender waist off.

“Well, good thing we don’t have to get you a larger-sized uniform.” She responded.

When other officers perceived that both of them made an entrance into the station, they came to tease them. It seemed that Clawhauser reported that Senior officer Hopps was still sick, so Senior officer Wilde took another day off to look after his partner.

Later that day, Jasmine Fangmeyer the bengal tigress SCU agent, dressed in a green V-neck T-shirt with SCU logo, visited her old workplace, the station. She used the opportunity to catch up with some of her old co-workers, Judy, Nick and Jackson Rajah the bengal tiger officer, in a break room.

“By the way, thank you again, Jacky, for your help the other day.” Sitting at the head of the table with a smile on her face, Jasmine thanked Rajah, who took a seat at one side of a rectangle table near the corner.

“N-No problem.” He stammered, getting a little bit embarrassed. “A-And please don’t call me like that again. You haven’t called me ‘Jacky’ since-”

“Since middle school graduation! Time sure flies.” She nudged the turning-pink tiger officer.

“You look quite lively today, Fangmeyer. Did something good happen?” Nick, leaning against a backrest, sat on the same side with Judy opposite to Rajah.

“Nothing gets past you huh?” Jasmine rubbed her flushing neck while the male tiger was observing her body language.

She then started telling a story. “Do you remember the time I went undercover for the investigation and the total stranger saved me from some thugs?”

Nick and judy nodded their heads as a response.

Jasmine therefore continued. “Back then all I knew was that guy name is Al cuz those thugs called him like that but the point is… a few days ago, I chanced on him again and discovered that he’s a hustler.”

“I followed him to find that he gave stolen loaves of bread to poor kits and pups in a slum. That’s why I just gave him a warning and a pass.” She said further.

“Does he happen to be an arabian leopard?” Nick recollected the hustler whose nickname is Al.

“Yes! He is!” Jasmine confirmed.

“You know him?” Judy asked her partner.

“I know everyone~ His name is Allan Bubba.” Nick said the leopard hustler’s name to boastfully prove that he really knew him.

Subsequently, the bunny officer paid attention to the blushing tigress agent bowing her head as if... “Hang on! Do you have a crush on him!?” She unintentionally blurted a question out.

“Don’t judge me!!” Jasmine shouted out of embarrassment. “You even have feelings for an ex-con-artist fox!” She accidentally let what many of their co-workers believed slip.

“What are you talking about?” Judy seriously had no clue what Jasmine meant.

The tigress speedily covered her mouth with both paws, just remembering that the doe had not realized it yet, as the tod brought his right paw to his face.

“Let me guess. You wanna know this ‘Al’ guy better, right?” Nick peeped at Jasmine through gaps between his fingers of the paw covering his face.

“You saw through me, didn’t ya?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Based on you information, I suppose the leopard you’re referring to must be Bubba but I need to at least see a picture of him to be sure.” He moved both paws to over his head.

Rajah, who sat at the table with Jasmine and the duo from the beginning, smiled with sorrow-filled eyes. “I’ve just recalled that I have to do some checking on the missing mammal cases. Later mates.” He made an excuse to leave the room.

“Wait for me!” Judy hopped off the chair and followed Rajah out of the break room.

Once her doe rabbit friend was not there, the tigress used the opportunity to change the subject. “Wilde, be honest with me. Are you really okay with this?”

“What do you mean?” Although Nick vaguely knew what Jasmine was talking about, he would rather beat around the bush.

“I mean this whole Jude not aware of feelings for you thing...” She clarified.

“You two get along so well! And think about how kindly she treats you! Truth be told, despite appearing generous, most of us, including me, were skeptical of you at first. Your partner was the one who convinced us that you are trustworthy.”

“even though I’m a fox.”

Jasmine was taken aback by Nick’s words because he really hit the nail on the head.

“But hey, we live in the world where a bunny can be such an amazing cop. Anything’s possible at this point~” He cracked a joke to light up the mood.

“Yeah…” She laughed awkwardly before she composed herself. “The issue here is… don’t you like like Jude?”

“I... do”

“Are there any downsides of being with her or are you not into interspecies relationship?”

“No”

“Or actually, you’re not into females?”

“That’s not the case.”

“So what’s holding you back from going out with her!? What if somebody decides to ask her out before you do??”

“I think that’ll be all for the best.”

The tigress got shocked by the tod’s reply. After a few moments pause, he explained. “Assuming that we’re in a relationship, I will eventually bring her down… No doubt.”

Nick put on a smile, an empty smile, while Jasmine fell silent, not knowing what to say.

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Following that the bengal tiger and the grey rabbit left the break room, she led him to a rooftop of the station to have a private conversation with him.

“I’m gonna be frank with you. You’re in love with Jasmine, aren’t you?” Judy initiated a heart-to-heart talk.

“How did you know?” The surprised tiger responded to a question with another question.

“It’s obvious. Anyway, why don’t you make any moves?”

“Well, Fangmeyer is my friend and I’m indebted to her… I don’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

Despite her curiosity, Judy did not want to go in-depth into the story behind Rajah being in Jasmine’s debt. Consequently, she chose to stick to the main subject.

“You should at the very least tell her how you feel. No need to be flashy, just tell her.”

“But she’s already have a crush-”

“Even so, do you intend to hide your true feelings forever? You know how Jasmine is as a mammal. If it turns out she doesn’t feel the same way after you confess your love to her, she wouldn’t cut you off, right? Keeping bottling up your feelings may lead you to regret it later.”

“Thank you, Hopps. I’ll keep that in mind.” Rajah genuinely appreciated Judy’s benevolent advice; hence, he would like to return the favor. “Anyhow, when are you going to get together with Wilde? Or are you waiting for him to take action first?”

“What!?” Judy exclaimed. “Nick and I are just friends! What makes you jump to that conclusion!?”

“To be honest, it’s quite obvious. You spend an awful lot of time with each other both on and off shift. There’s serious chemistry between you two.” He replied.

“Because Nick and I are such good friends and partners, plus the chemistry thing is just we get along well, that’s all.” She explained earnestly.

“You even do things together at his place.”

“That...” Judy tried to think up an argument.

“Second evidence, you both are beyond close. Third evidence, you clearly care for each other so much. Fourth evidence, you can comfortably be next to one another in silence. Fifth evidence-”

“OK! OK! You proved your point...” She stopped him listing proofs.

Nevertheless, what Rajah the bengal tiger said got her thinking. Come to think of it, I really don’t spend much free time with other male mammals except Nick. We crash with each other every now and then. What’s more, I don’t mind getting physically close to him…

I enjoy Nick’s company… I wanna be with him… Wait… Why do all of these sound like a relationship? That was the moment Judy realized her feelings for her partner, her friend. “Oh my tod, am I in relationship with Nick without knowing it?”

The realization hit her hard.

“You said ‘my tod’ as an exclamation or a claim for ownership?” Rajah wondered.

“Both” She accidentally answered without thinking before realizing what she had just said. “I mean the latter. I mean as a claim! I mean! As the exclaimation!” She had a rough time regaining her composure, wishing for something or someone to take her out of this awkward situation.

Shortly afterwards, her wish came true. Rajah got a call from Jasmine that there was a report on Savages’ attack in the north-west of Downtown. She accordingly phoned him to let him know that she had to leave the station.

Judy considered contacting Nick in order to go together to deal with the Savages as Hybrid but the only problem was that just thinking about him made her heart skip a beat.

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After Jasmine left to do her job, Nick pondered whether he should tell Judy about Savages’ attack or not. When he thought back to the previous encounter with the bull Savage, he believed that I would be better to keep her out of this. His phone then rang once, interrupting his , so he brought it out to check the notifications.

“I should see this coming.” He saw a text from Judy. She told him that they would head down to the scene as soon as possible.

When they met up the lobby, “Take me with you guys” Clawhauser showed up.

Judy got concerned. “But this is-”

“Dangerous, I know. In case anything happened, I’ll be there to protect Nick’s unconscious body.” He convinced the duo.

They consequently let the chubby cheetah officer accompany them to the north-western part of Savanna Central.

Meanwhile, SCU agents were handling problems associated with three Savages, a purple caprid, a purple maned lion and a purple wolverine. They would not dare shoot guns in a crowded public place. The risk of civilians getting shot by accident was too high. Accordingly, their priority at that time was to evacuate civilians in the area in the shortest possible time.

“Report the status of an evacuation!” Maximus the white stallion, the SCU team leader, yelled.

However, the horse was confused by the fact that these monsters only either did minor physical harms to mammals or snarled at them. He wondered why they did not charge at the mammals.

Once Nick, Judy and Clawhauser finally reached the scene, the Savages made a move, going towards a commercial area. Hence, the mammals in the area moved away scaredly to let the monsters get through.

A panther, one of the agents, made an attempt to shoot the purple beasts. Unfortunately, they dodged the shots, so the bullets hit a tall lamp post, which greatly startled several civilians.

“Stop freaking firing!” Maximus ordered angrily.

The duo and Clawhauser hurriedly went by an indirect route to catch up with the running monsters.

Judy put MidniDriver, the black morpher, on her waist while rushing through a deserted alleyway. Close behind her, Nick looked at his morpher in his paw hesitantly before wearing it and “DRAW BLOOD” transferring a dose of his blood to the other device.

After “INJECT” She injected his blood into herself, the panting cheetah caught the fainting fox, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Next, she twisted the handle once “IGNITE” to transform. Following the purple mist explosion, the flamingo red armored mammal mixed between a rabbit and a fox, Hybrid Hustler form, charged out of the boiling hot fog.

When the united duo turned around the corner, “It looks like our target took the bait.” they heard a male fruity voice coming from the silver chrome wolf with a black bar over his eyes, solar panels on both chest and shoulders, and two thunderbolt stripes on abdomen.

He was standing relaxedly, surrounded by three Savages in a wide blind alley.

“Good as new” Bolt the silver wolf showed his repaired thigh to the united duo.

Despite the past conflicts between the wolf and them, the duo especially Judy could not sit by and let him be attacked by the monsters. The united duo therefore launched Hybrid with a purpose of saving him.

Without warning, Bolt leapt forward, then threw a left hook at Hybrid. The united duo did not expect the punch, so they almost did not block Bolt’s left glowing fist with the right arm in time.

Consequently, Hybrid flew quickly to the side and landed on the ground with the shaking right arm. It seemed the wolf added some electricity to his attack, messing nerves in the right arm.

“What’s going on here!? What’s with those Savages!?” Judy got dazed.

“I don’t wanna brag but...” Bolt bopped his left palm repeatedly. “Are you impressed in my friend’s works. Mam, she hacked into their control systems and now, they follow every single order- Ow! Keep your voice down pretty please...” He covered his ears although it did not help since Mittens shouted through wireless communication system that is directly connected to him. She told him to focus on the task.

The duo did not notice at the first glance because most mammals could barely recognize the purple creatures but this purple maned lion reminded them of the time they helped Bolt to stop the purple lion before he did something to it.

Control? Nick and Judy doubted.

“Let’s cut to the chase. Give me your drivers or else...” He threatened them.

Both thought that if they did beat him once, they could pull it off again; thus, they moved the left paw to hold the handle, intending to change into Archer form.

Suddenly, the purple caprid crashed into Hybrid, making the armored mammal fall.

“Go get ‘em, boys.” Bolt said.

Right after his simple order, the lion Savage and the wolverine Savage charged at the armored mammal.

The united duo got up hastily. Thanks to rapid healing, Hybrid was able to use both arms to deal with the Savages.

Meanwhile, Bolt merely stood there, observing the fight, as Clawhauser, holding the unconscious fox body in his arms, peeked around the corner.

When the monsters encircled Hybrid, the armored mammal pushed the silver syringe “ACTIVATE” to activate the instantaneous movement ability. The purple beasts collided with each other as Hybrid teleported to a spot that was a few steps far from them.

At that moment, “Accel!!” Bolt, aware of Hybrid’s weakness about becoming vulnerable after teleportation, rushed to kick the armored mammal in the stomach.

The kick sent the united duo flying backward before they in one body hit the ground hard. Once the accelerated mechanical wolf approached the armored mammal lying on the ground in a mere second, he pulled the syringe of MidniDriver on Hybrid, forcing the partners as one to detransform.

The attack took its toll on the doe rabbit. Soon following that Judy turned back to normal, she was knocked out by pain.

“One down, one to go.” Bolt knew that Nick along with Clawhauser was not far away because Mittens told him when she saw them on a hacked CCTV camera. He was about to go after the other morpher.

As a result, “This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!” Clawhauser hastily fled with Nick, who was regaining his consciousness, in his arms.

Nick wanted to tell Clawhauser to leave him and run away. Unfortunately, he was suffering fatigue too much to communicate at that time, so he pushed the syringe to inject the dose of blood into himself in order to cure his extreme tiredness.

Bolt pursued the officers to crooked alleyways, thinking that it would be a piece of cake; thus, he had already deactivated his acceleration. However, by the time he found the panting cheetah officer staying put, the fox officer, Bolt’s another main target, was nowhere to be found. Even Mittens lost him.

“Where is Officer Wilde?” Bolt asked Clawhauser in a friendly tone.

Clawhauser shrugged his shoulders in a response, pretending to be fearless in front of the silver chrome wolf.

“Alright, for the heads up, I don’t have anything against you.” Bolt jumped over Clawhauser and tapped the back of the cheetah’s neck, sending electricity to knock him off.

“Okay~ Officer Wilde, I know you can hear me~” Bolt spoked louder.

As a matter of fact, Nick certainly heard him. He was hiding not far from Bolt but in a spot that cannot be seen by CCTVs. Owing to his past experiences as a con-artist, he knew the blind spots around Zootopia.

So he can observe through CCTVs… or he has an accomplice assisting him… Nick analysed.

“I’m taking your cheetah pal and Ms. Hopps as hostages. If you want me to free them, bring your driver to me at a warehouse row in Rainforest District and don’t be tricky~” The silver wolf picked the senseless chubby cheetah up easily to some extent.

“You have 48 hours- No, that’s too much. How about 24? Rhino, what do you think?” He quieted down for some seconds like he waited for someone to reply. “8 It is. You have 8 hours, Officer Wilde~ See ya~”

Bolt went back to pick Judy up too, then disappeared from the blind alley with his controlled Savages, leaving Nick leaning against the wall alone while pondering.

He took her away… The fox clenched a fist as his emotions rose, so did his… returning abnormal hunger.

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Turns of Fate

This one is for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k Challenge. I’m sorry it took me so bloody long, and I’m sorry you had to work the lyrics in. I wouldn’t be able to write creatively if I didn’t know you were there to help me. Thank you dearest Beta, you are heaven on earth to work with.

Quote: If you could go back and do it over again, would you? (in bold) Song: Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (in bold) Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, supernatural violence, mentions of family distress Word Count: 2,844 Author’s Note: Italics are flashbacks. Feedback makes the world go round, so help this little lady’s day by leaving a reply, reblogging with a gif or even a full blow comment! Let me know if you loved it or hated it. Please?

“If you could go back and do it all over again, would you?” It was such a simple question, and it had such a simple answer. Yes. But … I didn't like dying. I didn't like having to leave my boys and sister. I wanted to live the rest of my life with Dean Winchester. I wanted to one day call Sam my brother-in-law. I wanted to have little Winchesters and grow old. I wanted to die knowing that Dean wanted all that too.

I placed the opened beers in front of the boys and took my seat across the table from them. Dean picked up his and took a swig, the action so familiar that he barely paused his argument. “No, I'm offering myself and you can’t stop me.” Sam opened his mouth to protest, “Sam, I’m not letting you go through that. If someone's going face to face with a hound, it's gonna be me.” Dean finished, silencing Sam with the squeal of his chair legs across the concrete. Gripping his beer, he stalked out of the room. Sam picked up his and pretty much finished it in one large gulp.

“I gotta tell you guys something, and you’re not gonna like it.” I’d started, Dean’s shoulders visibly sagged and Sam took a step forwards, his eyes roaming over me, thinking it was something physically wrong. I gestured at the table in the war room and we all sat, the boys across from me. “You’ve got our attention.” Dean broke the silence making me look up from my hands, where I was studying the small scar along the back. “Years ago, before I met you two, something happened and…” I was there again, struggling to breathe in the family room of the hospital. My sister lying on a bed in a coma, no promise of ever coming out of it. She was all I had left and the Doctor’s were telling me there was nothing they could do, I had to pull the plug, “it was the kindest thing”. I shook my head, trying to clear the past from my mind. “Y/N?” Sam questioned, pulling me back to the present. I took a deep breath and continued. “I made a deal, and I’ve got a week left.” It took a moment, but their reactions were predictable: Dean flew off the handle, and Sam’s head collapsed into his hands. “You what?! Why wouldn’t you tell us before? We can get you out of this. You’re not dying for a stupid deal.” Dean had pulled out his phone and had started flicking through contacts. I struggled to keep my voice level, trying to remember why I decided to tell them finally. “It wasn’t a stupid deal, Dean. Don’t you think I knew what I was signing on for?” “Why?” Sam’s question was quiet and almost went unnoticed between the older Winchester’s raised voice and mine. “Why what?” Dean snapped at his younger brother while holding the phone to his ear, standing and pacing. “Why did you make the deal, YN?” He had asked. I gritted my teeth, my nostrils flaring as I took a steadying breath. “My parents and sister were in a car crash. They died immediately, but she managed to survive. And for a day it looked like she got away with a few broken bones. Then they discovered she had a bleed in her brain and…” I swallowed around the thick ball of emotions that seemed to have attached itself to my tonsils, wiping viciously at the tears that threatened to fall. “She slipped into a coma. They operated, but she never woke up. They were telling me to pull the plug. I had to get her back. I couldn’t lose her too.” I studied the scar on the back of my hand again, avoiding the heavy gaze of Sam Winchester, listening as Dean sprang into action. “Crowley, get your ass here now. The Bunker.” Dean demanded into the phone then hung up. “I’m the King of Hell, you can’t just order me about.” Crowley’s quiet voice was sarcastic and angry after suddenly appearing at the foot of the table. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean spat. “It can’t ever just be for a good time.” The king muttered, and Dean began to vibrate with anger. “Fine. I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t your business. I don’t kiss and tell.” He explained, winking at me, receiving a sneer in return. “You need to cancel the deal with Y/N.” Dean ground out between clenched teeth. “No can do.” Crowley sat down at the head of the table, pulling his overcoat out from underneath him, getting comfortable as Dean clearly became more agitated. “Why not?” Dean argued. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, a business to run, and I’m owed a soul. I kept my part of the bargain.” Crowley was beginning to get bored; he was clearly over this visit already. “A soul? Any soul?” Sam asked, finally looking away from me to turn his attention to the demon. Both Dean and I cottoned on to his way of thinking quickly. “No, Sam, you’re not sacrificing yourself-” I started. “Doesn’t have to be YN’s soul?” Dean questioned, following Sam’s train of thought. “One soul to fulfill the deal.” Crowley said before vanishing. And with that, the debate had started.

They’d been trying to hash it out for hours. How did they get me out of my deal? Dean planned to sacrifice himself, and if I knew the boys at all, Sam would try and beat him to it. Well those boys needed each other. I'd lost my family years back and come to terms with my deal. There was no way I was going to stand by and let one of the brothers take the heat for me. They had each other--they needed each other. “Here.” I said, passing Sam my half empty beer as I stood up. He raised his eyebrows and I nodded, I didn't want to finish it. I couldn't. I watched as Sam finished it in two large gulps. “We’re not letting him do this, YNN, don't worry. Dean’s not going anywhere.” Sam misread my staring as concern, but I was simply waiting. Sam stood and I met him at the head of the table, hugging him tightly as he wrapped his arms around me. He began to sag, he was damned heavy, but I held up his weight. “Whass happenenn…” Sam slurred, his arms dropping from my back and hanging at his sides. “Easy there,” I whispered, helping him as his legs collapsed from under him. I tried my best to lay him down slowly and without hurting him. “YNN, wha haff you…” I rested his head on the concrete and shed my hoodie, bundling it and placing it under his heavy head. “It’ll be alright, Sammy. Dean’s not going anywhere.” I repeated his words back to him. I saw his brain working and then the realization, his eyes tried to go wide as his lids sagged and finally closed. He’d managed to grip my hand on his way down and it was still firm. I squeezed his hand and leant forward, kissing his forehead, before prying his fingers open and releasing myself.

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“Dean?” I whispered into the dark room. “Yeah, YN?” Dean responded, I was surprised to find him still awake, but I hadn't really been sure of the amounts to give. How much would take down a Winchester? I’d given Sam the extra in my bottle, just because he was such a moose, but Dean… “Can I come in?” I asked, opening the door further to see him lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Of course, I wanted to talk to you.” He added while pushing himself up. He looked tired, maybe the drug was slowly taking hold. “Oh?” I moved into the room and sat on the end of the bed, opposite the man I secretly loved. “Yeah.” He swallowed thickly and tried to raise a hand but thought better of it and placed it back under his tipping weight. “I wanted to say I'm sorry.” He said, his words were coming out heavier than they usually did when he drank. It was definitely the drug, and I was kicking myself that it wouldn't just give us five more minutes. “Sorry for what?” Dean needed to stop being cryptic--our time was quickly running out. “Sorry that I’ve never told you…” Dean took a deep breath and held out his hand to me. I took it willingly, but before I could question him he pulled me toward him. I landed on his chest and we both tipped back, his head almost bouncing as it landed on the pillow, my own quite near his. “YNN…” Dean slurred, his eyes were staring at my lips, half hooded and not quite focused. I closed the distance and kissed him. Just a peck before I pulled back and looked at him. He was still for a moment, I began to think it wasn’t what he wanted at all, but then he leaned forward and his lips were on mine once again. Our mouths fitted together like they'd found home; I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and his crept out to meet mine. They twirled and teased for half a second before his grew heavy and turned into just a wet muscle intruding in my space. I pulled back and planted a kiss to his slowly closing mouth. He was out. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” I whispered close to his ear before pressing my lips against his once more. I pulled together all my strength and willed myself out Dean’s door. I grabbed my keys and tugged on my jacket as I climbed the steel steps to the main door of the bunker. I looked around the place I called home and patted the wall as I pushed the door open, knowing all of my regret would wash away somehow, and that the hardest part was over. But as that metal door locked shut behind me, I also knew that I could not forget the way I felt right now.

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I stuck the keys in the ignition of the beat up buggy and stuttered it to life. The radio blared from the last time I had been driving, scaring the living daylights outta me. But as I turned it down, I caught the lyrics of a song long forgotten. The tune was so appropriate, I had to laugh. Our lives are made, in these small hours. These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours still remain. Very few hours, small or otherwise, remained for me. I drove the length of the dirt road to where it intersected the small farm lane. I pulled over to the side of the road and took the trowel from the trunk, tucking the small metal box under my arm. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the cross roads and pushed the spade into the dirt. “Don't dirty yourself, love.” Crowley growled above me. I looked up at the man in the black coat and put the box down, dropping the trowel and pushing myself to standing. “How'd you know?” I asked, making sure there was a safe distance between us. “Let's just say it was a slow night.” He winked, making me feel uneasy. I looked him over, sniffing once and then dusting my hands on my jeans. “I wanna change our deal.” I said. “Really? I thought this was a dinner date.” His tone dripped sarcasm and I had to take a deep breath to steady my anger. “Come on, darling. Begging isn’t attractive on you, and we both already know you have no hand to play.” “I want you to sic the hound on me. Sooner rather than later.” There it was, out in the open. “And why would I do that?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the padded shoulders of his coat raising level to his chin. I had thought on that question, and I had several arguments in place: we both knew it was a never ending battle if one of the boys took my place, we both knew the angels were invested in the Winchesters and they’d wage war again to get them out, and we both knew he wanted them alive and saving the world so he could keep making his deals. “Because if it goes down any other way, I’ll devote the rest of my life to destroying you. And you’ve seen me in action.” The King of Hell weighed that for a moment, his teeth grinding, his jaw muscles rippling under the scruff on his face. He snorted a chuckle and raised a hand, clicking his fingers.

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The impala made the gravel crackle under its wheels as it came to a stop. The boys jumped out and began towards me before they saw my whole body jump with the force of something pounding at the closed factory doors at my back. “Is that the hound?” Sam called, quickly coming towards me to help hold it off until I held up a hand. Dean went for his gun, “I thought we had a week!” “Stop! It wants me.” I yelled to them. Truth be told I’d been waiting for them to track my phone and find me, holding off the hound to have one last goodbye. I wasn't ready to die without seeing them one more time. “What have you done?” Dean yelled over the growling. “Oh, you're just annoyed I beat you to it.” I joked back. In all honesty I was terrified, holding this demon dog at bay was tough enough, but it was worth it to know Dean and Sam would come out of this alive. “Y/N, why?” Sam groaned, his shoulders sagging where he'd frozen. “Cause you two need each other.” I gave Sam a sad smile, committing his eyes to memory, that friendly hazel would get me through years on the rack. Then I turned my attention to Dean, his look of anger became desperate as he read the resolution in my eyes. “Y/N, please…” “I love you both.” I had meant to call it out to them, make sure they heard it, but it came out as a cracked whisper. I took a step forward and turned around as the doors flung open. Even though she was terrifying and hideous, there was a certain beauty to this hellish beast. I held my arms wide and welcomed the promise of death. Her paws landed on my chest, pushing me to the ground hard enough to knock the breath from me. I clenched my teeth and moaned against the first claw, but I made sure not to scream. That, I was most proud of. My boys might have the memory of seeing it happen, but they wouldn't be haunted by my screams.

When you die it all goes black for a moment. Like you've clenched your eyes shut and then finally opened them. Time falls away and for a moment, all your troubles fall behind you. But when I opened them I was standing over my body, a brunette woman standing next to me. “I’m dead?” I asked. She nodded, looking toward the Winchester’s who were still standing at a distance. Though Sam seemed to be holding Dean back. I could see the hellhound backing off from my lifeless form, I could see Sam’s hesitation as he looked around. “What happened?” The woman asked, finally turning back to me. “What?” The question caught me by surprise. “Well…” she smiled, “I was expecting Dean.” She explained. “I made the deal.” I shrugged, watching as the two boys finally raced toward my body, Dean pulling me into his arms. I couldn't watch any more and turned my back to it. “Sorry.” The woman said, drawing my attention back to her. “For what? Being the delivery woman? I’m the one who made the deal. I know where I’m headed” “It ain’t gonna be much fun.” She seemed kind, consoling even. Truth be told, I didn’t mind, not when the boys were scratch free and still breathing. “Well… we best be going then.” She turned from my body and started towards the factory. As we reached the door she stopped me and turned to face me. “If you could go back and do it all over again, would you?” She asked, almost like it was a box she needed to tick. I glanced back at the scene behind me. “Yes. It was just the twists and turns of fate. And honestly, my life was full of little wonders.” I thought of Sam’s eyes, Dean’s smile, the taste of his lips...laughing with them between cases...walking my baby sister down the aisle and watching her marry a good man--flashes of my life that made the rest worth it. These small hours still remain.

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All In Ch.3 (Monsta X AU)

Idols: Monsta X (Esp Jooheon)

Type: Fantasy, fiction, romance, drama, idk what else lol.

Warnings: Mentioning of death in future chapters.

Word count: 4286

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Chapter 3

Out of nowhere, you started recovering consciousness. You still didn’t know what was going on, though. All you knew was whatever was happening, it hurt. Everything hurt, especially breathing and your leg for some reason felt like jelly on fire.

You could barely hear people talking, but it was more like a background noise. Your head was pounding and it was really hard for you to decode the sounds that were coming into your ears.

You made a huge effort trying to open your eyes, they felt heavy as if you had been sleeping for years. When you finally made it, the first thing you saw was Wonho sitting next to you with his face all wet with tears.

You were back at the cave. Your memories came back one by one, projecting in your mind like you were watching a flashback of your own life from the outside. The moment you blacked out, the pain of bullet against your skin, you running away from the dogs alone, Wonho being mad at you, the kiss. Oh boy… the kiss.

— Wonho?— you muttered with your voice so low you wondered if he had heard you. But as soon as you said his name he stood up and walked away without saying a word.

— Shownu! She’s waking up!— he said on his way to him drying his tears off with the back of his hand, his voice was shaking.

— She’ll be fine, Wonho. She needs some rest, that’s all. The bullet didn’t cause any serious damage— Shownu replied — I.M, please go meet Minhyuk, he must be at home with Hyungwon trying to keep him away from here, make sure it stays that way. None of us is saying a word about this incident to him. Am I being clear?

You'd never heard Shownu that concerned before. Was there anything you were ignoring?

You wanted to say something but when you opened your mouth to speak, everything got dark again. Shownu was right, maybe you just needed some rest.

You shook your head to come back to Earth from all those memories.

— Are you blaming yourself for what happened that day?— you said laughing incredulously.

— It was my fault, Y/N! Why is it so funny to you?— he asked with tears still streaming down his face.

— Because it wasn’t, Wonho. You were not the one who shot me. You saved my life. If you haven’t brought me here I wouldn’t be alive right now— you said placing your hand firmly on his shoulder.

— I was supposed to protect you! If I haven’t left you alone like I did… If I… I should’ve been there! — he said clearly upset. You were done with him trying to carry the weight of the world.

— If you had, the two of us could’ve gotten hurt, or even killed. So if you ask me, I’m so glad you were not there— he put his head down — Hey! Look at me— you said lifting his head — You have to stop being so harsh on yourself. I’m fine, nothing happened. You don’t need to keep taking a blame that does not exist. And I miss you. If you don’t mind I would like to have my best friend back.

It took him a few seconds to smile again, but he did. He nodded and you felt the missing part of you was coming back to it’s place.

— I’m so sorry, though, for real. I was childish and selfish, not to mention immature. I put my own feelings over your safety and that will never happen again, I promise— he looked down and then again you felt guilty for not being able to love him back the way he wanted.

— Don’t bring that again, please. I really have nothing against you. And what happened there was totally understandable. You are human, Wonho, and sometimes this— you pointed at his heart — is stronger than that— now you were pointing at his head. — And it’s not a bad thing. If you hadn’t followed your heart as well to go back for me even when your brain told you it could be too late, and you were going to be in danger because of it, well… you know what would’ve happened. So no, please don’t apologize for having feelings, okay?— you asked after trying to finally find a closure for this whole thing.

— Alright— he answered. — Are you sure we are going to be okay?... You know what I mean... — he let out after a long silence.

— We will. It does feel a little weird, I’m not gonna lie to you. But I think everything will be back to normal eventually. Well, I don’t even know what “normal” is right now after everything that’s going on the last couple of months, but at least I’m sure I’m not in for letting you and our friendship go. It’s up to you then.

— Yeah, I know it’s weird, you tell me about it...— he laughed nervously with his hand in the back of his neck. — ...but I don’t want to lose you either. So count on me— he said smiling wide again.

— Always— you hugged him so hard, happy to have him back in your life. It took him a few seconds to hug you too after hesitating a bit, but he did and this time it didn’t feel as awkward as before.

— Okay, lovebirds, we are gonna start without you! You are taking so long!— Jooheon screamed from the other side of the cave. You pushed Wonho away clearing your throat.

— They are not lovebirds— Hyungwon said glaring at Wonho.

— Of course we are not. Franklin is a turtle, so no way. Your sister just wanted to feel my abs— Wonho said, and you punched his arm before walking towards them.

— Shut up, man. Do not test me— your brother said starting to get mad and you giggled. He lost it every single time any of the guys made jokes about you. The ones who usually did it were Kihyun and Wonho, although now you knew he was being probably serious the most of the time.

— Okay, okay. This is getting out of control. Why don’t we just start?— Shownu said to calm things down, as you all sat around the bonfire.

It was a perfect circle, you were sitting in the middle of Hyungwon and Minhyuk, next to him was Kihyun, then I.M, Wonho, Shownu and finally Jooheon. By now, all of you knew your spot by heart. It had been like this every month for almost a year since you’d discovered the power those flowers could have if they were properly prepared.

Jooheon was the only one who seemed to know how to do it right, though. You didn’t know why, and he wouldn’t tell. Whenever any of you asked him about it he just shrugged and said it was maybe an inherited thing from his grandmother who used to work with medicinal herbs. Then it should be some kind of gift only he had.

The rest of you had tried making the blue potion several times without succeeding, not to mention you tried it once and almost got all of you killed. You were in that kind of trance for so long, you could swear you had died until you started coming back to your senses one by one almost a whole day later. You didn’t remember anything.

If it wasn’t because you were there lying on the floor next to the extinct bonfire and with remains of paint in your faces full of sweat, you wouldn’t have pieced things together to know that what happened was because of the potion. After that, you came to the conclusion the denser the mixture, the more dangerous it could be.

You didn’t know exactly if it could actually get to kill you, but none of you were willing to give it a try with your own lives after your accidental experience close to death. Besides, Shownu had clearly forbidden any kind of experiments with things that could be lethal since then.

You took a look at all of them, with their faces full of coloured paint. Yellow, pink, blue, green, white... It was an important part of the whole thing, the colours were supposed to resemble the life of the moment itself, your sweet escape from the dark and gray present you were living in. All of you.

You wanted to get started already, to disconnect yourself from reality. You still had nightmares every night about that day, about your mom, about everything. Sometimes you wondered how could you even live with yourself.

You looked at Wonho who was talking to Kihyun. When your eyes met, he looked away blushing. You smiled. You had made the right call, it wasn't only the fact you didn’t love him the same way he loved you, it was more than that. He deserved better than you. He had no clue of the things you’d done. If he did, you doubted he would wanted to be even your friend. That was why you should’ve kept it a secret until the day you died.

Hyungwon started coughing and you held his hand immediately.

— We really need to start, it's getting late— you said more like and order than a suggestion.

— Yes, you are right— Kihyun said getting your point —I'll paint Wonho's face. Minhyuk, can you help me out with Y/N's?— Minhyuk nodded and he handed him one of the cases where he had the paints.

Your heart stopped for a second when you saw him sitting right in front of you, drawing colourful lines in your cheeks and your forehead. Kihyun had made it plenty of times and you'd never felt this way because such a simple thing. Minhyuk smiled at you and it took you a while to smile back. Why were you suddenly this shy around him? It had never been this way before.

Your brother coughed again, but this time it was harder. There was no time for you to think this through.

— Okay, we are good to go— you put Minhyuk's hand away from your face without minding it looked a little rude.

— Are you okay? — he asked Hyungwon before going back to his spot.

— Yeah— he muttered and you squeezed his hand.

— Now that we're all set up, let's get it!— Jooheon said and stood up in front of the pot that was in the bonfire with a blue liquid on it.

He started doing the ritual. With his eyes closed most of the time, he mumbled things none of you could understand, moving his hands in circles over the pot and stirring the mixture clockwise. The rest of you were just there in silence waiting for him to finish doing his thing so you could start drinking the potion.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, Jooheon finally took a little vessel and served the potion there. He took a sip of it and gave it to Shownu first. He drank too and then each of the guys did as well, one by one.

You made sure Hyungwon had enough he was for sure the one who needed it the most. He handed you the vessel and you noticed his hands were shaking.

— Wonnie, are you okay?— you asked, but he didn't seem to be listening. You looked into his eyes and startled a little when you saw his pupils extremely dilated. He was gone already.

With his gaze lost somewhere in the horizon, he passed the potion to you. You were the last one left. You looked at the scene in front of you, none of them were any different than your brother.

They were laughing over nothing, smiling a lot and being super affectionate with each other.

You'd never seen the potion work that quick before. You hesitated before taking a sip, something didn't feel right about all this, but in the end you drank.

You felt the effect almost immediately, the joy, how every single event from the past started vanishing in front of your eyes. You laughed. A lot. And you didn't even know what were you laughing at, you just did. The little part inside you trying to hold on to reality started letting go slowly. Your vision became blurry and it was like the whole world was spinning around you.

Suddenly you saw Jooheon falling to the ground right beside you. He was twisting on the floor as he was in pain, even in the state you were, it was like you could feel his desperation. You tried to move to help him, but your body was numb. Then Shownu fell too, and then each one of the guys in the same order they had drunk.

You thought of Hyungwon, but it was too late. When your eyes met him, he was already on the floor screaming.

Meanwhile, you were still laughing and it was making you sick, you wanted to do something, they were all suffering and you were just there laughing against your will like an idiot.

Then, something weird happened, all the joy and the happiness you felt a while ago faded as if all of it had been a joke. Everything got dark and as soon as a black silhouette took a human form right in front of you. If you had thought you were paralyzed before, you were so wrong. Your sweat was cold and an indescribable feeling took over your body. If Hyungwon was seeing the same as you, now you could figure out why he was screaming. That was when your head hit the ground.

Jooheon's eyes widened when he looked at the entrance of the cave and saw a familiar figure lighted weakly by the flames of the distant bonfire.

He couldn't help by smile. The part of him that still could discern between what was real and what was not knew it was all because of the potion effects, but this was the reason why he prepared it and drank it. It was not like he didn't care about helping Hyungwon. He really did, he was his friend, but seeing Mrs. Lee again, his grandmother, was his priority and as priorities didn't matter as long as the potion got done, it was a desire he could afford.

He kept smiling to her, glad he could see her again even when he knew it wasn't really her. The truth was he missed her a lot, the empty space in his heart would never be filled, and the pain would never go away.

He wanted about to ask her "why", he'd been needing that answer for so long, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, another figure appeared next to his grandmother, a smaller one.

His whole body froze. He didn't need to see his face properly to know who he was. There was no way he could ever forget him. But the fact he was there in his hallucinations, could only mean one thing, something was wrong with the potion, something he'd experimented before on the quiet, that's how he knew.

The image of Mrs. Lee disappeared in the shadows that his whole world was diving into, but not the young man, he was still there.

"It's your fault. You did this to me" his voice echoed inside Jooheon's head and it caused a pain he couldn't describe, he ended up on the floor suffering every single time that voice rumbled over and over again.

He knew what was about to happen, that was just the beginning and there was no way to stop it. He wasn't that scared for himself but for the rest of the X Clan members, what they were about to experience was really intense, not to mention traumatic. He'd gone through it once by himself, but none of you knew. He wasn't allowed to do it, but he had to, he needed answers and that looked like the only way to get them back then. He was wrong, though. Now it was happening again, but this time he didn't mean it. What had he done wrong?

Before he could keep meditating about it, the voice inside his head became louder while the figure walked towards him, getting closer every time the famous phrase ended.

"It's your fault. You did this to me" he touched Jooheon's forehead and the whole scene turned black.

In the shadows of the darkness, smoke started rising from the floor and a familiar location took shape in front of his eyes: Mrs. Lee’s greenhouse. Everything was just like he remembered, all the plantations on the ground with tiny free spaces in between, and all the flowers… the blue flowers.

There was enough room for other kind of crops, but his grandmother was obsessed with those. That was the reason his parents usually argued with her. They never understood where was the logic of having a greenhouse full of useless flowers, considering they lived in that stupid village where they barely had enough food to survive.

Jooheon didn’t know her reasons either, but he never judged her. He was actually curious about what made them so special for her to be in that place almost all day everyday. There should be something, he could feel it, and it was like it was calling for him desperately to find out.

Suddenly, he saw a little kid entering the greenhouse. He was around 8 years old, average height, chubby pink cheeks and determination in his eyes. It was him, he was looking at himself from above. Little Jooheon was walking around the place checking every single blue flower in there, smelling them, touching them, feeling them. It felt just right. He enjoyed going there so much, even when his parents told him not to he always managed to sneak in.

— Honey?— Mrs. Lee’s voice scared him. He quickly put his hands behind his back as he saw her coming into the room with a glass full of a blue liquid. — Sneaking in again, I see...— she said with a sweet smile and a condescendent look. Jooheon looked away scared to be scolded. — Do your parents know you are here?— she asked lowering her voice as if they were there. He shook his head slowly. — That's great, then— she lifted his head and winked at him.

— It's the first time I see you in my precious greenhouse. Although, to be honest, I know it's not the first time— she raised an eyebrow. — Don't misunderstand me, sweety. I'm so glad you are here. Your parents... They wouldn't understand the real reason of my little... research, if you liked to call it that...— she sighed.

— What is it about, grandma? I wanna learn! I'm not like my parents, I promise— he whined. He really wanted to learn. Despite his short age he was a curious boy of things other children didn't care at all.

— Of course you are not. You are more like me. You have the gift.

Jooheon froze and his eyes widened. He'd never heard something like this before.

— The gift? What gift? I don't understand.

— Well... You'll see, do you know why do I have this greenhouse?

— Because you know how to make medicines with these flowers?

— Yes, sweety. I sell them to the government, not many people here know how to do it. But I do, and I can show you the way.

— Really?!— he asked excited.

— Sure! I know you are the right one to learn this. Your dad... He wouldn't do it right no matter how hard he tried. I think that's why he doesn't like me to do all this. But you... I can see your potential. I'll teach you everything I know.

— Like what's that blue juice you have there for? I'm thirsty, can I take a sip?— he said trying to reach the glass with his hand.

— It's not juice, Honey— she stopped him while giggling — It's... an experiment. But it's a secret, okay?— he nodded with his eyes wide open —I believe there's a way to have visions with it.

— Visions?— he asked amazed — What kind of visions?

— That, my little friend, is what I'm trying to find out.

— Grandma, can I help?— he was eager to know what they could discover.

— Of course you can! I could really use an assistant here. You can watch and learn, and take notes of our experiments! What do you say?— she ruffled his hair nicely.

— I'm all in!— he answered as excited as never before.

He could remember it so clearly, not just because all those memories just passed by right in front of his eyes, but because it was how it all started.

They worked secretly on it for years, that was how he learned everything he knew. How he could do medicine with the flowers but at the same time he could do these potions that were able to project in your mind the greatest things your heart could ever wish for, or bring you the worst flashbacks of the most painful moments of your life, with any of those experiences feeling so real, your mind wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the visions and reality itself.

He discovered as well that as soon as you cut the flowers off, they started losing their properties so you couldn't do much with them after several hours, and you could plant them out of the village but the further they were from the greenhouse, the hardest was for them to grow properly and they ended up withering before blooming.

Still, none of that made any sense but even after all their research they had no clue about what made that greenhouse and the plants themselves so special.

Jooheon knew his grandmother worked hard on it, she always wanted to learn more, to reveal their greatest potential, so she stayed up all night experimenting and trying new things. But one day, a bird drank of one of her experimental potions and dropped dead at her feet.

The potion could be poisonous, but he didn't know how. Mrs. Lee was the only one who knew exactly what to do to make the liquid lethal, but she never told him. "This is not something we as humans are supposed to control. Life and death are things beyond our will and our selfish wishes" she'd said.

She didn’t want anyone to know about those properties of the flowers. It had been one of her greatest secrets. Or that was what she thought... The government was suspicious about what kind of discoverings she had made after so long working at the greenhouse without any important news besides the medicinal effect, which they already knew well, so they had sent a spy to sneak in, and he discovered she had found a way to make poison.

She was the only blue medicine (as they used to call it) supplier to the dictator of the village, Hwan Gyeonchul. He suffered from some rare cardiopulmonary condition that could only be treated with that liquid. However, it was just a temporary fix considering he needed to take it again about three or four weeks after, as the effect wasn’t permanent.

Jooheon always thought it was not right to serve someone as disgusting as this man who had made of that village a living hell, full of fear and disgrace. But his grandmother didn’t really have a choice, dictator Hwan wasn’t someone you could negotiate with.

If it wasn’t because of his illness, things would be definitely worse. He had always been grateful for the existence of that disease until he met Hyungwon, this kid who lived on the other side of the village who suffered from it too.

As the government took all the medicine they could get from Mrs. Lee’s greenhouse, they sold it to the other three people who needed it as well, for a ridiculously high price. It wasn’t easy for Hyungwon’s family to get it, and Jooheon felt terrible because he couldn’t help him. They knew he was one of the other sick people there, so if he stopped buying it they would think his she was giving it away without permission and she would get in trouble.

And that’s how they were, always taking money from the citizens and giving them a terrible life quality. That was what The X Clan protested for back in the days, and Hwan Gyeonchul didn’t like it at all. He wanted them all dead. And what could be a better way to kill the rebels without the rest of the people noticing than an unknown poison? That was when everything went downhill.

It was late in the evening when Jooheon and his grandmother listened to the door trembling. They thought it was some kind of earthquake until they heard an aggressive voice on the other side.

— Mrs. Lee, we know you are there, open up. General Hwan Gyeonchul orders!— the voice got louder as they kept hitting the door. What they were doing couldn't be called knocking.

Jooheon was in shock. He had never been that scared in his life. He didn't know what those men were they for, but he did know they were up to no good.

A/N: That was it, this is the third chapter of the series, I hope you liked it. Some more thing will be revealed on the next episode, with someone else’s story.

If you missed the previous parts, here you go:

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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