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ganondoodle · 3 years
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you ever see an opinion you disagree with so much that your head feels like its gonna explode bc you cant even comprehend how someone can think that and then see otHER PEOPLE AGREE ????
talking about someone saying that botws colors look "washed out" and bad bc its sometimes low in contrast/saturation ??
botw is the prettiest game i have ever laid my eyes upon, and im not saying games like ori ARENT pretty, but calling botw inherently worse looking bc it isnt overly saturated/high in contrast all the time is pretty unfair ??
most of the "washed out" colors are also caused by the fog/atmospheric fog botw simulates especiallly when looking far into the distance which is a thing that they got so right botw feels much bigger than it is (to me)
and yes i get that this is a very biased opinion of mine, but it makes me so angry nonetheless
they also made some ""color corrected"" shots in which ... its just more contrast and saturation and GOD it looks so awfully plastic and much more dated/old (partly bc the low quality textures get through much more clearly than before), i realized that that is also the problem i have with aoc, bc there they actually did that as well (and possibly also got rid of most of the atmospheric fog) and whenever i saw gifs/screenshots of it i wondered why it looked so weirdly ... plastic to me and now i see why
botw has high contrast/saturation when it NEEDS to, and saying it looks worse inherently bc it doesnt have it all the time is an opinion i never thought id get so aggressive about
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linesfornct · 5 years
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Hidden Bruises
→ Pairing | Park Jisung x reader
→ Word Count | 5k
→ Genre | Angst / Highschool!au
→ Warnings | Verbal disturb implied/ Mentions of bruises/ Swearing
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→ Synopsis | Jisung didn’t like you, but you learned to ignore him, or maybe just pretended to do it while you hid bruises under your sleeves.
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Your life was a loop. It was always the same story. Life at home wasn't easy, neither in school. If there was something in between it, you would hide there forever and never return. But there wasn't.
And that day at school was going to be as any other.
You woke up in the morning hearing your parents arguing, headache.
You ignored them and went out without even saying goodbye.
In the bus you met Chenle, your friend.
"What happened?" He asked you worried.
You rolled your eyes and sighed.
He nodded because he knew that money was the reason behind the arguments in your house almost every month.
"Are you planning to work somewhere?"
You did. But you never had enough courage, you were scared, scared of interacting with others.
"I want to so badly, but I don't know" You replied vaguely.
Chenle just stared at you and nodded. 
You knew he couldn't do anything because he was still a minor like you, even though he had to repeat a year.
You arrived in school and went to your lessons. 
The day was going pretty good, only because you hadn't seen Jisung. 
Jisung, you hated that boy with all of your heart. He bothered you a lot. Whenever he saw you somewhere in the school, he would say things to hurt your feelings, he pushed you if he passed next to you, it affected you a lot, but you didn't care anymore because you learned to ignore him.
The first time it happened almost a year ago. He didn't like you at first and ignored you. Then he started to insult and disturb you. You didn't tell anyone apart of Chenle and your older sister, because you didn't want more problems. If you defend yourself, it would get worse.
"I have a project for you guys!" Your teacher shouted to silence your class that was being noisy.
You looked at Chenle who was sitting next to you and smiled.
"It's a model of the solar system" He continued "And it will help those who are currently failing this class" He raised his eyebrows looking at some of the students "You guys will do it in a group of three people and I will choose them" 
You crossed your fingers for Chenle to be your partner.
"I will tell the names at the end of the lesson" 
Everyone in the class looked at each other and looked nervous, you knew how they felt, you wanted your friend to be in your group as well.
You heard Jisung talking. 
"I hope I'm not with her" 
Her. It was you. You rolled your eyes and ignored him.
You hoped to not to be with him as well. Never.
"Okay, here we have the groups. Since there is an odd number of students, there is a group of two people only. I will not change the groups" He warned pointing all the class with his finger.
You swallowed and looked at Chenle. 
He smiled and nodded, telling you to not get worried.
You startled when you heard your name.
"You're with Jisung only" He looked at you.
Your eyes widened. Jisung? Never, no, no. You looked at your teacher who shrugged and then heard Jisung behind you.
"What? No!" Jisung complained "Change it, I don't want to be with her" 
Disgust was evident in his voice. You turned around and looked at him narrowing your eyes.
"What are you looking at?" He shouted suddenly.
You turned around and looked at Chenle. He looked disappointed.
"It's okay" He mouthed.
Your lower lip trembled. 
"Jisung! I told that I'm not going to change the groups" Your teacher, who was done with him, ignored his complaints and kept saying the groups.
"She can do it by herself. I'm not going to help her" He murmured.
Good, you would do it by yourself. You didn't need his help at all. You would only write your name on the project. He could keep complaining as much as he wanted and keep failing.
"Are you okay?" Chenle asked you for the tenth time that day after the lesson.
"Chenle, I told you I don't care. I will do it myself" You didn't dare to look into his eyes because you knew he would find out how hurt you were.
"I would help you…" He started to suggest.
"It's okay" You clarified "I'm going to buy the supplies now" 
"I'm going to my partner's house and we will start it today" 
"Good luck Chenle" You patted his shoulder.
"You too"
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You looked at your feet as you walked into the shop to buy the supplies. There weren't many people and you were thankful, so many strangers in a place gave you anxiety.
You checked the list you made and grabbed everything you needed. 
You paid and left.
"Oh look who's there Jisung" You heard behind you.
"Ew!" Jisung replied. 
You didn't dare to look behind and kept walking. So unlucky of you to find him there right at that moment. You accelerated the pace and started to feel nervous.
Suddenly his friend appeared in front of you.
"What's there in the bag?" He smiled maliciously.
You stayed silent and kept walking.
"Let me see" He tried to grab the bag. You walked a few steps back.
"No!" You panicked and grabbed it strongly and then started to run.
"Jisung she's running away" His friend shouted.
"Good for us then. There will be no trash in our way" 
Those words stabbed you.
Why did you have to be so weak? You couldn't face your fears. You felt so bad when you told others to be strong and face their fears when you were the opposite. You hated it.
Tears threatened to come out but the fear was stronger and you held them.
You arrived home and forced a smile on your face.
"Hey honey. How was your day?" Your mum asked you when you entered.
"Really good" You lied and hugged her. You wanted to cry and tell her everything, but her discussions with your dad were a huge torture for her already so you stayed silent.
"Oh that's great" She smiled.
You excused yourself and went to your room.
Your sister, who was a year older than you, was sitting on the bed while she was on her phone.
"I have a project for school. Will you help me?" You asked while you started to change your clothes.
She looked up and frowned her eyebrows.
"I would but... Don't you have a partner?" She asked.
You sighed.
"I do, it's Jisung"
Her expression became serious.
"I will help you"
"Thank you" 
The next day you went to the library with your sister and started your project there. 
It was a rainy autumn day and it was really cold.
"I'm going to buy something to drink" Your sister said after a while. You smiled and nodded "I'll be back quickly"
You sat there observing the project when suddenly a familiar voice made you look up.
Not again. It was Jisung with his annoying friends.
He usually came to the library with his friends to hangout when it was cold outside or it was raining.
You nervously kept doing your work as if he wasn't there.
To your surprise he approached you and looked at the project.
"Hmmm. It's fucking ugly" He pointed it and laughed.
You stayed silent and looked him.
You wanted to reply so badly but your mouth was shut because of the fear.
But you didn't want to stay silent and dared to talk.
"Says who" Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard you.
"What the fuck do you mean by that? He moved his hand to grab the project, but you pushed it.
His eyes widened because of the surprise, he looked angrier now.
"Leave me alone. Can you?" You tried to look calm, but only you knew how nervous and scared you were. Your hands were shaking.
His eyes went down to your arm that was holding the project. He looked at it for a few seconds.
You followed his gaze and realized what he was looking at.
It was a bruise, a big one and there were a few little more. Your dad, he threw an object at you but you managed to dodge it with your arm. You were releasing at that moment that you had a bruise.
You swallowed and hid it under your sweater's sleeve.
He looked at you, there was no change in his expression.
"Shut up!" He hissed and left.
You sighed relieved when you saw him leaving. Finally.
Your sister came after a few minutes.
"He was here" You told her.
She panicked and looked around.
"Did he do something?" She asked worried.
"He just said it's ugly" You pointed the project.
"So does he" Your sister laughed.
Not in the mood, you told her that you wanted to go home. She agreed and you grabbed your things as you observed your shaking hands.
The next week flew by in a blink of an eye and you were still finishing the project.
Chenle gave you his opinion when you sent him the picture of the project.
I really like it. 
You smiled and replied.
I'll send you the final result soon.
That night you slept late because you stayed awake writing on a diary you brought that day. You thought that writing down your feelings would make you feel a bit relieved.
You wrote down your thoughts and how you felt those days.
You wrote that you needed to become stronger or your biggest flaw would end up consuming you. Weakness. Fear of others. 
Jisung wasn't superior to you, neither did other people. But you felt scared whenever you thought about him. Your heart raced. Flames of rage burnt you.
You would try. You would face him and put him in his place.
You usually stalked his profile. You couldn't avoid it.
That same day he posted a picture of himself.
You looked at it and with detail.
He was good looking, any stranger would think that he was a good boy. He really wasn't, his personality made him ugly.
You zoomed in the picture. 
Yeah really ugly.
"Did he see the bruise?" Chenle looked at you and then your arm.
"I think so" You shrugged "You'll see him now laughing at it" You laughed sarcastically.
"Don't say those kinds of things" Chenle scolded you.
"I'm getting down now" 
You said goodbye to Chenle and got down the bus. 
The wind ruffled your hair and a shiver ran through your body.
You started to walk slowly. Occasionally, you looked behind you, it was a habit you had that made you feel safe.
You arrived home and found your mum upset, almost crying.
"What happened?" You asked.
She started crying.
"What's wrong?" You asked again.
Your sister, who was sitting next to her explained you that they had argued again and that your dad was now upstairs angry, locked in the room, not wanting to come outside and ignoring everyone.
You sighed and grabbed your head.
"Again?" 
Your sister nodded.
You grabbed the keys and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Your mum looked concerned.
"I have to buy more supplies for my project" You lied and then left.
You didn't know where you were heading. You felt lost. You didn't want to worry Chenle, so you didn't call him.
At the end you found yourself sat down on a bench in a park. 
Suddenly, you saw a couple in the distance and felt jealous. If you had someone who loved you, he would be there comforting you. But there wasn't and you were alone.
You looked down at your hands. Your eyes were now tearing and you slowly started to sob. Luckily there weren't many people around.
You didn't know what to do. You had to get out of there soon, but you didn't want to leave your family behind. You looked down at the bruise on your arm and slowly caressed it.
It hurt.
You stood up and started to walk again. You had to drag your feet, you felt tired.
You hated your dad's mood swings, hated them.
And then there was Jisung… 
You suddenly found yourself heading towards the library where he always went.
You needed to do it, later or now. It had to happen.
You went in at a slow pace and went upstairs, where he usually was.
You looked around trying to find him… There he was, with his friends.
You approached him, he saw you too and was now standing up.
Getting carried away by the rage you went straight to him and slapped him on the face. He almost fell.
All of his friends gasped and so did he.
"You're such a fucking bastard! Stop making my life a hell" You screamed. You were surprised by yourself. Was that really you?
He, enraged, ran towards you but his friends stopped him.
The librarian approached you quickly, before Jisung could do anything.
"Please leave!" The librarian pointed the stairs.
Panting and shaking you pierced Jisung and his friends with your eyes.
"Leave me alone" You sobbed and left.
He luckily didn't follow you.
What had you done? It made everything worse… But you wanted to do that a long time ago, and now when it happened, you were scared again.
He wouldn't stay quiet and not act up. He would come for you and if would be worse.
You were shaking and your heart was pounding harder against your chest.
You started to run and arrived home.
Your mum was now sleeping on the sofa.
"Where have you been?" Your sister asked concerned.
"I don't even know" You replied not even looking at her.
She frowned her eyebrows and approached you.
"What have you been doing?" 
You shrugged and started to sob.
"Maybe the biggest mistake of my life" 
You looked down at your shaking hands.
Your sister made you sit down.
You explained to her what you did to Jisung and her eyes widened.
"Why?" She gasped.
"I couldn't handle it anymore. If my life at home is a shit, it is worse in school. You know that"
"He will come back. You should have told your teacher or principal" 
"What would they have done? He would have come for me anyway" 
"Don't go to school tomorrow" She suggested.
"I will go. I have to face my fears" 
"Don't say stupid things" 
"It's not stupid! If it happened to you…" 
You stopped talking when you saw her expressions turning somber.
"I'm sorry" You apologized.
It was happening to her too.
You went to school the next day and explained everything to Chenle, who had the same reaction as your sister.
You didn't see Jisung during the first lessons. 
When classes finished, there he was.
He seemed angry, really angry. He looked at you and clenched his fists.
You ignored him and kept walking towards the bus stop.
He was alone. Weird.
You arrived at the bus station, shaking, you leaned against the wall. 
Chenle couldn't come with you because he had to stay for revision. 
You looked at your phone and when you looked up, you saw him. He was approaching you slowly. You swallowed and started to walk away.
You then looked behind. He was now running, and so did you. He would not reach you. He had to learn that what he did was wrong and that hurting others wouldn't help him. He was angry because of a slap. Only? The mental torture he gave you was more hurtful.
You heard him scream your name.
You kept running until you ended up entering a grocery shop. You hid yourself in the food section. Panting you looked around. You knew he was there. He suddenly appeared in front of you.
"Come here…" He murmured trying not to catch people's attention.
"Fuck you!" You hissed and turned around quickly.
You bumped into a man.
"Sorr-" Suddenly someone grabbed your arm and pushed you.
Jisung, it was him.
"Leave me-" 
"Shut up!" 
You pinched his arm to get rid of his grab. It didn't work.
He finally let you go. In his distraction you ran away, out of the grocery shop knowing he would follow you. 
You ended up near a construction area and hid behind a pillar.
Agitated breathing.
You heard his footsteps.
"Come out and slap me now, you loser!" He screamed. 
You would love to, if he didn't kill you first.
"I'm serious, come out!" 
You intertwined your hands nervously.
Your heartbeat was resounding in your ears.
His footsteps, he was going away. Finally. You got out after a few minutes and looked around. He wasn't there.
You suddenly felt a hand grabbing your arm and making you turn around.
"I'm still here" 
You gasped and tried to push him, but failed and instead of that, you fell on the floor. He stood there looking at you and then leaned over you.
"If you slap me again, you fucker, I swear you will suffer the consequences" He threatened you.
You swallowed and widened your eyes.
Enough. 
"I don't care!" You screamed and tried to get up, but he pushed you and made you fall again. 
"You will" He smiled maliciously. You hated that smile.
You tried to stand up again and did it. You looked directly into his eyes.
"Okay then" You tried to punch his face, but he dodged it and grabbed your wrist.
"You can't?" He faked a sad face.
You tried to slap him with your other hand. Again, you failed.
He looked at your arm, the bruise.
Silence.
You pushed him away and pierced him with your eyes.
"You will regret this Jisung" Your voice faded away slowly.
His eyes widened.
"We'll see" He smirked this time.
You stared at him for a few seconds, he didn't move and neither was going to talk.
You grabbed your bag and left.
He stood there watching you leave.
Your heart was pounding harder against your chest. He saw the bruises again.
Tearful, you messaged your sister, telling her you would be late. 
You got down and went to the park. 
You looked at your arms, scratches, you had scratches on your arms.
Your bag, it was full of dust.
The park was full that evening. You sat down on a bench and observed the people around you.
Your life was getting messier.
Suddenly an old lady sat next to you.
"Is everything okay, sweetie?" She looked concerned.
You faked a smile and nodded.
"Yes" 
"Are you sure?"
"Not really" You said after a long silence.
"Here…" She took out a yellow rose out of a bouquet of flowers she held "Have this, it will cheer you up. Everything will get better" She gave it to you and smiled while she patted your head.
"Oh… Thanks" You fluttered. 
You read somewhere that yellow roses represented joy and delight and also were given to people to cheer them up.
The old lady left and you sat there looking at the rose.
It was beautiful.
You arrived home tired. 
Your dad wasn't there and neither your mum.
"They went to buy something" Your sister said while she came downstairs.
"Let's hope they don't argue" You murmured while you took off your shoes.
"Did Jisung do something?" She suddenly asked concerned as she remembered what happened the day before.
You explained everything to her.
She hugged you saying everything would be fine.
That night you didn't find your diary.
It was in your bag that morning but it disappeared.
You kept it in your bag because you didn't want your parents to find out about it, you felt it was safe with you all the time.
But it wasn't there anymore.
Wait! Did someone stole it in school? No, it couldn't be.
You checked it again, but no, it was gone.
You sighed concerned.
If someone got to read what was written on it… 
You struggled to fall asleep, nervousness was consuming you.
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 The next day you had to give the project to the teacher. 
You looked at it for one last time and then read your name on it. No. You wouldn't write his name.
The rest of the day went well. But you were desperate to find your diary.
You checked every class where you had lessons the previous day. It wasn't there.
A week later, you totally gave up, but it mysteriously appeared on your desk.
You looked around and grabbed it quickly, luckily nobody saw it.
You kept it in your bag then sat down and looked around to check if someone saw you acting nervously.
How did it appear there so suddenly?
Lessons finished in a blink of an eye and you walked towards the bus stop.
It was raining, but you didn't have an umbrella.
Students were running and went into stores not to get wet and wait there.
Chenle didn't come that day so you were alone.
You waited under a tree, even though it didn't help that much you weren't getting wet.
You suddenly heard someone sneezing behind you.
Turning around wasn't a good decision, Jisung was there, running his hand through his wet hair.
He looked at you and startled.
You stared at him and swallowed.
Suddenly his lips curved into a smile.
Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. Was he smiling at you?
You narrowed your eyes and looked away.
You heard him approaching you slowly but you kept looking away.
This time it was you who sneezed.
"The weather's gone worse" He said looking up at the sky and observed how the rain fell.
You didn't reply.
Why was he talking to you so suddenly? Why was he being nice?
You looked at your phone and had an idea.
"Hello?" You said while you faked a phone call "Yeah it's raining a lot" You said as you started to move away from Jisung, who stood there watching you.
You kept talking alone, feeling ridiculous, but as long as you didn't have to be with Jisung, it was okay.
He approached you again.
"I like your scarf" He pointed it with his finger, still smiling.
What was he doing? 
You frowned your eyebrows and ended the fake call.
"What do you want?" You said irritated.
"Nothing" He shrugged.
"Why are you being nice?" 
"Because I want to. I can be nice too, you know"
Could he? You laughed sarcastically.
"Not with me"
His expression turned serious.
"I can" He suddenly said.
"No, keep it for yourself. I'm not asking you for it" 
What was he doing now? The previous day he was calling you every single bad word and now he was telling you he could be nice. You shake your head and caressed your arms to feel warmth.
It stopped raining and you went straight to the bus stop, it was full of people who waited for the rain to stop.
You got up and realized that there was only one empty seat, you ran towards it sat on it quickly.
Your heart was racing and your hands shaking.
The days faded in the haze of time.
Whenever your eyes met Jisung's in class, a little smile lit his face, he stopped pushing you when he passed next to you and neither said anything to hurt your feelings.
You simply ignored him, it was awkward, really awkward for you.
Things were going pretty well now, your dad didn't argue that frequently with your mum and tried not to talk about money in front of you and your sister.
Maybe things really could change in your house and everything would become stable.
You took the courage and applied for a job and luckily got accepted in a grocery shop in your town, where you worked during weekends and were paid enough for you to get yourself the things you wanted.
But you wouldn't work there for a long time…
That day you finished late and it was already dark outside.
It was raining, but you could manage it to go home.
You said goodbye to your colleagues and left, but froze on your place when you saw Jisung outside leaning against the wall.
He held an umbrella and seemed lost thinking about something.
He looked up and startled when he saw you.
"Hey" He smiled.
You ignored him and started to walk.
"Wait, it's raining" He ran behind you and placed the umbrella on top of you.
"What are you doing?" You stopped and turned towards him
You had enough.
 "Why are you being nice so suddenly Jisung?" You asked him, again.
It started to irritate you.
Silence. You sighed.
"How do you know I work here?"
"I saw you the other day" 
"Why are you here?"
"I was just passing by" 
You stayed silent. You didn't know what to say.
"Actually there is something I want to tell you" He started to say "When you couldn't find your diary, it was me who had it" He confessed out of nowhere.
What? How did he got your diary?
You frowned.
Wait! But he gave it back to you and didn't talk about it.
Your swallowed and looked at his hand holding the umbrella and then his wet hair. Your heart raced and your legs were shaking.
"Did… did you read everything?" You dared to ask.
He nodded, you felt guilt in his eyes.
"I realized that what I did to you… was really bad. I also saw your bruises..." 
No words could come out of your mouth at those moments.
You closed your eyes trying not to look angry.
"I gave it back! My friends took it from your bag as a joke, but I kept it and ... I'm sorry, for everything"
Disgusted, you stared at him.
"You're worse than I thought. You saw the bruises and still acted like a bastard" You hissed and started to walk away.
"But I regret it, a lot. You need comfort..."
"I didn't ask you for comfort Jisung"
"Give me a chance. I want you to forgive me. I don't want to live with guilt in my heart" 
Selfish.
"Of course. You can live pleasantly after I forgive you, but what about me" 
"I wouldn't" 
You turned around.
"Look Jisung I can't forgive you and even if do, it wouldn't work" 
"Why?"
"Because it's too late" You sighed "I'm moving to another city after finishing high school" 
Yes you were.
Your dad found a new job but it was in another city. He thought about starting from zero, it would help all of you. You talked about it with Chenle, who got sad but understood your situation, also, you were graduating that year.
Jisung seemed not to believe it, he stood there looking at you and his gaze begging you to say that it was a lie, but this was the reality and things do not always go as one thinks.
If he hadn't judged you and then bothered you, maybe you both could have established a friendship, but his pride was stronger than the bond of friendship.
"Yes" You said before he could complain.
He looked away, his umbrella didn't cover him at all and he was getting wet, but he didn't seem to care much.
You didn't know what else to say, apart from the silence you shared, he didn't seem to talk again.
You turned around but before you looked at him one last time.
"Goodbye Jisung" 
He looked up but seemed lost. 
You finally left.
Your wet clothes were the least important thing at those moments, it was the strange sensation that made your heart pound. 
You did not dare to look back, feeling that you would break into pieces.
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Jisung felt the world around him becoming darker as he stood there watching you walking away.
He always thought wrong about you, he felt you deserved everything he did to you.
A phrase now stormed his thoughts "if a person laughs, it doesn't mean he does it because he is happy"
He had made a mistake, a serious mistake, maybe he deserved it, he deserved that as punishment, that you didn't forgive him.
You were right that day, he was regretting it.
Your diary made him realize. He began to read it simply for fun, he ended up realizing how much his behavior affected you.
"He can be handsome, but his personality is not and that makes him ugly for me"
Knowing that  you would not forgive him, he still went for you. He saw pain in your eyes that day in the library, but egocentrism clouded its reality. 
But if you didn't want anything with him now, it would be that way. It was the maximum he could do for you and maybe the last. 
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After that day you didn't talk to Jisung again, nor did he approach you. In class you both ignored each other, he stopped bothering you and he didn't even smile at you, it was as if you had disappeared for each other.
One day you wondered if you could forgive him, since over time one learns to forgive and resentment withers like a flower. 
You finally graduated and that day he approached you for the last time, he congratulated you but you couldn't look him in the eyes. 
A few days later you left for the city. You said goodbye to Chenle without being able to hold back tears. 
Your life would change now, you were going to have a new beginning and you would create your own happy ending.
You also remembered the yellow rose the old lady gave you, she was right, everything was getting better.
Occasionally you found yourself thinking about Jisung, even after a long time. You wondered if he thought about you or how was he doing.
You also wondered how would your friendship had been if all of that never happened.
But there was no going back now.
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Couches
On a rainy Saturday morning, Mulder and Scully find themselves at Ikea in an effort to replace the couch that was destroyed in what they refer to as the Extreme Makeover: Russian Edition.
*Thanks to @greycoupons for her help and encouragement
  “Why did we pick today, of all days, to come here? It’s a fricking zoo, Mulder.“
"Because we aren’t away on a case and we really can’t sit on that couch anymore.”
“I know, it just sucks. Why’d they have to destroy the couch? Couldn’t they have just waited to shoot us until we went outside? I really liked that couch.”
 “We’ll find something even better. What about that one?”
“The back is too low.”
“What about this one?”
“I don’t like the cushions.”
“Why?”
“They’re too messy.”
“What the hell does that even mean, Scully?!”
“They’re going to get all bunched up and no. Just no. I don’t like them.”
“What about this one, then?”
“It’s green, Mulder.”
“It’s fabric. It can be changed. What about the look of it?”
“I don’t like the legs.”
“Seriously?! You pick one, then.”
“That one.”
“It looks like something from my old dorm room in college.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Mulder.”
“Let’s go sit on that one over there.”
"Ok. I'm ready for a rest. My feet hurt in these shoes."
"What do you think, Scully?"
“Hmmm. It's ok. It’s not terribly comfortable, though.”
“It has to get broken in a bit, Scully. It needs to mold to our butt cheeks.”
“The other one was perfect.”
“Which one, Scully? The one over there?”
“No, the one they destroyed.”
“But we can’t have that one. We need to pick a new one. So just pick and we’ll learn to like it as much as the other one.”
“I miss your leather couch.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you, Mulder? Don’t you ever think about it?”
“No. It was old and falling apart…not to mention, hideous. Why would you miss that?”
“So many important moments happened on that couch, Mulder. So many meals eaten, movies watched. We cried for your mom on that couch. We cried for a lot of things on that couch. We laughed. Opened presents. Mulder, William was created on that couch.”
“Possibly. Or in the bed, in the shower, against the front door, or on the kitchen table.”
“The front door. I forgot about that. That was a good weekend. You don’t miss your old apartment?”
“No. I have the memories I want to keep, the rest I’d prefer to leave there. I miss your old couch, though. The ugly, blue striped one.”
“It wasn’t ugly! It was quite “in” at the time, Mulder.”
“It was ugly, but I loved it. I used to love to find any excuse to go to your apartment and sit on that couch. Your apartment was Dana, not Scully. Dana was soft and innocent. I would imagine Dana sitting there reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s with her tea and a fuzzy blanket …”
“I haven’t read that in at least 15 years! I used to love reading that over and over.”
“I didn’t get many glimpses of Dana so being able to be in that space on that couch was like watching an animal at the zoo.”
“Thanks very much for that analogy, Mulder.”
“Dana only existed in that space. She hasn’t really existed since, has she?They took that innocence from you. I miss that part of you and I miss that couch.  Unfortunately, much of my love for the couch was tarnished the day I went in to find you about to make out with Van Blundht.”
“The h is silent guy!! What was his first name?! It’s on the tip of my tongue! I hate that so many of those memories are fuzzy now.”
“Eddie.”
“That’s it! And I wasn’t about to make out with him, I was about to make out with you.”
“Whatever.”
“I miss my mom’s couch.”
“Why? What did it look like, Scully?”
“Not because of its looks. I miss that I could go over to her house no matter what condition I was in and my mom would sit me down on the couch and feed me and start a fire in the fireplace and cover me with a blanket and talk to me. I just miss what it represented.”
“I’m sorry, Scully. I can understand that, though. I miss the couch in Chillmark, the one we had when I was growing up before Sam was taken. We would build blanket forts around it and I would make her watch The Twilight Zone or Outer Limits, even though she was scared, because I didn’t want her to be weak. I wanted her to be a tough girl so no boy could take advantage of her. I thought I was toughening her up. After she was gone, my mom left the house exactly the same. She told people it was so that when Samantha came home, she would still recognize it. I know now that was a lie. My mom knew where she was the whole time. It  was just a way to make my parents appear less suspicious. I still miss the couch, though.”
“Oh, Mulder, that’s awful.”
“Yeah.”
“What about the couch at your mom’s house in Greenwich?”
“I don’t really have any memory of that one. Why?”
“Funny enough, I do. Remember the time you brought me there and you got into a fight with your mom and ditched me. She had gone up to her room and I didn’t know where a phone or phone book was in the house so I had to sit on the couch and wait for her to come back down. Eventually, she did and that wasn’t too awkward. Thank you very much, Mulder. We called a cab and I sat on the couch while she hid in the kitchen, but you have no memory of the couch, you son of a bitch, Mulder.”
“Apparently, truer words were never spoken. I was an asshole back then. Sorry, Scully. You deserved better.”
“Yes. Yes, I did, Mulder. Thankfully, you outgrew the ditching.”
“It took me awhile, but I got there eventually. I’m a slow learner.”
“You know the other couch I really miss? You’ll think I’m crazy, but I really miss the gunmen’s couch.”
“Ew, Scully!!!! There had to be so many organisms growing on that thing. I shudder to think.”
“I miss the Friday nights you guys let me come along for Friday Fiesta. I miss Frohike’s cooking.”
“Yeah, he made killer Mexican food.”
“Why Mexican? And why did I never question that before?”
“He loved to eat it so he learned how to cook it. Pure and simple.”
“His huevos rancheros and his enchiladas. Mmmmmm.”
“Oh, the enchiladas. God, yeah.”
“I remember sitting and eating and playing video games. I miss the guys so much, Mulder.”
“Me, too, Scully. It used to feel like we were in high school when we’d sit on the couch and I’d figure out ways to touch you without anyone noticing.”
“They noticed, Mulder. You’d put your arm around me or we’d hold hands. It was so innocent and sweet.”
“Remember the Halloween parties?”
“Of course I do, what about them?”
“Remember the weird guy?”
“There was someone there who wasn’t weird…besides me, of course?”
“Very funny. No, the guy. The guy with the thing on his head who tried to hit on you?”
“Frankie!!! Yes!!”
“You remember his name?!”
“Yeah, I set him up with a woman from the lab. One of Pendrell’s co-workers. I think they're still married.”
“I hope they didn’t reproduce.”
“That’s mean, Mulder.”
“Maybe they got her genes.”
“I miss Missy’s couch. It was bohemian. It was colorful and smelled like patchouli.”
“Missy?”
“My sister, Mulder. Melissa.”
“God, I’m sorry, Scully. You don’t usually refer to her that way. You don’t usually refer to her at all, actually.”
“Did you ever see her apartment? While I was in the hospital, I mean.”
“No. She came to mine, once, to tell me to get my head out of my ass.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“NO!! Why would you ask me that?! God, Scully!”
“I’ve always wondered. When I woke up you looked so guilty. She didn’t, but you did.”
“You could tell?”
“Of course. What did you do, Mulder? Why did you feel guilty? Did you sleep with one of my nurses?”
“No. While you were missing I slept with someone on a case. I felt so guilty. I couldn’t look you in the eye.”
“Was it someone I know?”
“No. It was a woman in a vampire case in California. Her name was Kristen”
“Did you see her again?”
“No. She died that night.”
"That's awful, Mulder! I'm sorry that happened to you. May  I read the file later?"
"Sure."
“Where did you do it with her?”
“Bathroom sink.”
“Oh.”
“Did Ed have a couch?”
“Who’s Ed?”
“Jerse. Ed Jerse. Speaking of sleeping with someone on a case.”
“Mulder. Yes, he had a couch. He slept on it that night. And I didn’t sleep with him. I wanted to, but he couldn’t perform. He managed to do other things, though.”
“He couldn’t get it up?!”
“Nope, stop looking so smug, Mulder. He got me off just fine, though.”
“Oh.”
“God, I haven’t thought about him in years.”
“Unfortunately, I’ve had a constant reminder.”
“What?”
“Your tattoo, Scully.”
“Oh, Mulder! I have wanted to have it removed and you’ve stopped me every time! Why did you stop me?”
“At first I asked you to keep it out of spite. I got what he wanted. Screw him…”
“Mulder!! How dare you use me that way!”
“Wait…I said, at first. I was angry. I hated him for getting to be with you first. Then I realized it was in my spot…you know…where I always put my hand and that it represented our beginning years together.”
“Oh, Mulder…”
“Now, when I look at it, it takes me back to the days in our basement office.”
“Mulder, it was never about Jerse just like it was never about the desk. I wanted so desperately to know I mattered to you…”
“Scully, you…”
“No, Mulder, let me finish. I wanted to know that you wanted me by your side. I wanted a nameplate and my name on the door and a desk because I wanted you to tell everyone that I was your partner. That I belonged. That I mattered to you and to the work. That I wasn’t just assigned to you.”
“I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like you didn’t. You were everything, Scully. You still are.”
“I know that now, Mulder. I just didn’t know it then.”
“I wish to God I knew that all I had to do was take you couch shopping to get you to open up to me. It would have saved me decades of frustration.”
“Mulder, let’s get a couch and go home.”
“A couch and meatballs, Scully. I’m here for the meatballs.”
“Yes. We’ll get you meatballs. Mulder?”
“Yeah?”
“I want this couch.”
“Ok. What color?”
“No, I mean I want this couch.”
“Why this one, Scully?”
“Because this one has memories already attached to it. I don’t want to start over, Mulder.”
“Do they even do that here? Can you buy a floor model if they have brand new ones ready to go?”
 “Mulder?”
 “Ok. Ok. I’ll get you this couch. You do know that lots of people have sat on this one, right? Kids with dirty hands. I’d think your germaphobia would want you to have the same one brand new. Wouldn’t it?”
“Mulder?”
“All right. I’m going to ask the employee over there who is going to think we’re insane.”
“Thank you, Mulder.”
“Ok. It took some finagling. She said no, at first. I think she thought we wanted a floor sample discount so I even offered to pay more, but she took the asking price. She just didn’t want to have to build a new sample. You’ve got your couch, Scully! We have to go rent a truck to get this thing home.”
“Oh, thank you, Mulder!!! Do you think it will fit through the front door?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the legs come off. We’ll figure it out. I need some meatballs, Scully.”
“Ok. Let’s go get you some meatballs. You might even get me to try one.”
“I think maybe there’s a part of Dana still in there after all, Scully.”
“I think you’re right, Mulder. I think you’re right.”
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melodiouswhite · 5 years
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 25
25. Stalking Mr. Hyde and consequences, pt. 03
Utterson really wanted to know what heinous crimes Jekyll got up to, when he was Edward Hyde.
Too bad he had promised Hyde not to ask him about his criminal activities. And that promise he wouldn't break, after all he was a man of his word.
But Gabriel John Utterson was a lawyer. A good one. And a good lawyer always found a loophole.
And in this case that loophole was taking up his … uh, searching of the young man again (one could also call it stalking, but that was such a strong word).
So a few days after his date with Jekyll, he decided to quit early and take an afternoon nap, so he would be more awake and aware at night. He knew that Hyde would be skulking around in Soho tonight, because by now he knew the patterns of who was out when.
Finally, at ten in the evening, he got ready to go out, took his umbrella (because it was raining), as well as his walking stick and left house.
Ho boy, was it cold! And the rain made it even worse. It was like the cold was creeping under his coat and skin, even though he was dressed warmly.
Soho was just as eerie as it had been last time. Perhaps even eerier. It was rainy, dark, muddy and dirty. Even at that time of the night, people were scurrying around, trying to find shelter from the rain, before they caught their death.
It hurt the lawyer to see the shivering, freezing people in rags, crawling in the dirt. Surely some of them wouldn't last the rest of the winter …
Utterson took a cab to Hyde's flat this time. Even in his simplest clothes, he was better dressed than most people living here and he would have stood out. Which was dangerous in Soho. So there was no way he would walk around and expose himself like that.
Desperately hoping that Hyde hadn't gone out for the night yet, he knocked at the front door of the house where he knew him to live.
It was opened by an evil-looking, old woman. That had to be his housekeeper.
What a fitting choice for someone like Edward Hyde …
He greeted her politely and apologised for the late disturbance, she received him with equal politeness, but coolly. She nodded in acknowledgement, when he introduced himself as Edward Hyde's lawyer (which wasn't even a lie, the young man was Jekyll's darker side, after all).
When he asked, whether Mr. Hyde was home, her eyes twinkled evilly. “Is he in trouble?”
“No”, he replied calmly, “There are simply a few papers that need discussion.”
“Oh, I see. Well, he's not home, I'm afraid. Mr. Hyde left just ten minutes ago and won't be back until long after midnight.”
Just my luck, huh?, he thought frustratedly.
The old lady continued: “Shall I tell him that you were here, when he comes home?”
“No, thank you”, he declined, “I'll try again some time soon. Perhaps, if I'm lucky, I'll run into him on my way home.”
“He usually spends the nights in the nearby pubs and coffee houses. Just in case your issue is urgent”, she supplied. Then she gave him the name and address of a particular entertainment a few streets away.
Utterson thanked her politely, before taking his leave. And to think Jekyll had hired that creature for her silence. She seemed to be eager to see Hyde get into trouble.
But then again, Jekyll also said that she was unscrupulous too, didn't he?
The lawyer decided to follow her advice and went to check said location (even though the very thought made his skin crawl and his reputation surely would be ruined, if someone who knew him recognised him).
I can't believe I'm going to a brothel! That is a terrible idea …
But then again, he had acted on a lot of terrible ideas in the last months to find out what he wanted to know. And so far he didn't really regret it.
The cab driver grinned, when he gave the address. What the man thought was obvious, but Utterson contented himself with giving him a sharp glare.
The place was just as shoddy as he had suspected.
He swallowed his revulsion and entered. The place was busy, as expected from an entertainment of the evening. So many men who were here to either get completely wasted or to take the service of the girls. Or both. Most of them were brawny working class folk, but the lawyer caught sight of some who were better dressed. To his shock, there even was a priest, fondling with a particularly buxom prostitute.
Before he could even look for Hyde, he was approached by a lowly creature with a smarmy smile. Probably the pimp.
“Good evening, Sir! How can I serve you? Do you want a drink? Or would you rather take the service from our girls?”
Right. Definitely the pimp.
Utterson replied in the most detached manner possible: “I'm afraid to disappoint you, but I'm just looking for someone.”
For a second the other man's smile faltered, before it returned in its entire smarmy glory. “May I ask, who that would be? And, most importantly, who I have the honour with?”
Utterson knew that he was treading on very thin ice, so he lowered his voice: “I'm looking for Mr. Edward Hyde and I'm his lawyer.”
The man's mask slipped and reared its ugly head. Then the creature composed himself and replied calmly: “I'm afraid, Mr. Hyde isn't here. Sadly he doesn't visit our establishment on Saturday nights. Is he in trouble?”, he repeated the landlady's question from earlier.
“Not yet”, Mr. Utterson replied and assured him, “And neither are you, if it makes you feel better. For I just wanted to see if he was here and now will be taking my leave.”
The pimp relaxed considerably. No surprise there. People who ran shady businesses never liked having men of the law in their establishments. Then he gave Utterson directions to a pub nearby.
The lawyer thanked him and saw himself out.
A sigh of relief escaped him, as soon as he stepped outside. The noise, the small and all the drunk rascals in there had been unbearable.
Whelp. Time to see, if I'm luckier this time.
Then he followed the directions he had been given, hoping that it wasn't a trap. This time he chose to walk. Certainly not a good idea, he knew, but he had already paid the cab driver off.
Reaching the address (miraculously without getting mugged), he found that there was a lot of yelling and swearing coming from inside the pub. The lawyer decided, that it was wiser to stay outside and pressed himself against a shadowed wall.
Sure enough, just when he had hidden away, a brawny man came flying out of the door. He landed in the mud and released a flood of very nasty swear words. In the light of the street lamb, the lawyer could see that he had been given a full mourning and some bruises.
Then another came flying outside, joining his crony in the mud.
Then three more.
Utterson decided to peek inside.
Sure enough, he heard a very familiar, savage cackle.
Looking inside, he saw no other than the man he had been looking for, still in a brawl with two men twice his size. And he seemed to be winning. Hyde appeared to be having the time of his life, beating the hell out of half a dozen drunk brutes at once.
How the bloody hell is he doing that?!
And to make matters even more insane, the small brunette seized the smaller of his contrahents (who was still twice his size) by the hips, lifted him above his own head and sent him out to the door, just like the five others before.
Then he knocked the taller one off his feet and started to beat him to a bloody pulp. All the while laughing like the Devil himself.
Oh my god, Henry, how can you allow this?!
Utterson decided that he had seen enough and got out of there, while he still could.
A while later, he had got far away from the pub.
But now Utterson had a completely different problem: he had no idea where he was.
He was completely and utterly lost.
Lost in Soho, one of the poorest, most dangerous districts in London.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it”, he cursed. “Why did I think that coming here would be a good idea?!”
“Good question!”, a voice spoke from behind.
The lawyer yelped in shock and leapt at least five feat away.
He would have recognised that androgynous, raspy voice anywhere, but when it started cackling, there was no doubt about who it was.
“Did I scare you?”, Hyde snickered, obviously enjoying the half startled, half indignant look on the lawyer's face.
The young man was leaning against a brick wall. Even in the din light of the lamb, the black-haired man could see, that there was blood on the brunette's coat. And that little bastard was looking as relaxed as if it wasn't there, as if nothing had happened!
Utterson would have hit him, if he hadn't known that this would most certainly backfire.
“No, Mr. Hyde, I love it when someone sneaks up on me from behind!”, he retorted angrily.
Hyde laughed. Then he wiped the smirk of his face and asked coolly: “What are you doing here? You're stalking me again, aren't you? This is starting to go on my nerves, Mr. Utterson.”
The lawyer took a deep breath and replied: “And not knowing what you get up to during your nightly exploits is starting to go on mine.”
Hyde lifted an eyebrow. “Why didn't you just ask?”
Utterson sighed frustratedly: “Two reasons: because Jekyll wouldn't have told me and because I promised you not to ask, just in case you forgot.”
“And you thought being stalked wouldn't bother me any more than being questioned?”, Hyde threw back icily. “Name one person, who enjoys getting stalked by their lawyer and I'll not complain about it from now on. But I doubt you'll be able to think of one.”
With that the lawyer wouldn't argue, the boy was right. However …
“And what if I had questioned you? Would you have named all of your misdeeds and gone into the gory details with sadistic pleasure? While I listen to you with increasing horror? You would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?”, he accused.
Hyde fake considered the question. “Hmmm … maybe?”
Utterson's right eye twitched and he felt his face flush.
Oh, how he wanted to hit that little demon! Really, if Hyde wasn't Jekyll's darker side …
Hyde chuckled darkly, evidently enjoying the other's irritation.
Utterson gasped in shock, when the smaller grabbed his scarf and pulled him down to his eye level.
“Oh, how I love to rouse your temper”, he purred lowly, “To push your buttons, until your professional mask slips away! It's so enticing! Anger looks so beautiful on your face, I could-”
“There he is! There is that little demon!”
Both men whirled around. At the end of the alley was a horde of men. Some of them Utterson recognised as the men Hyde had bested earlier. Apparently they had called in reinforcements to get their revenge.
Hyde's bilious green eyes skimmed over the crowd, counting them.
“Oh, shite”, he muttered.
No doubt, those were way too many men for even Edward Hyde to take on.
Suddenly, the brunette grabbed the lawyer by the wrist and started to run.
Utterson cried out in surprise and almost tripped, before following the other suit.
He caught the mob beginning to pursue them, then Hyde pulled him around the next corner.
They ran from street to street, but somehow the mob managed to stay on their heels, no matter how many curves Hyde cut.
But the younger man was running too fast.
Utterson struggled to keep up and Hyde was still holding his wrist.
“Mister Hyde!”, he cried and the younger slowed down a bit.
“What is it now?!”, he snapped irritably.
“Not so fast, I can't keep up-”
“We have no time for this!”, Hyde hissed, “We need to get away! If they catch us, we'll both be dead!”
“And whose fault is that?!”
“Just shut up and run!”, the smaller growled and pulled the taller around the next corner.
They both froze in their tracks.
“Are you fucking kidding me!”, Hyde screamed in frustration.
They had arrived at a dead end. And the only way back would lead right into the arms of the bloodthirsty mob.
“We're doomed!”, Utterson lamented.
To his surprise, Hyde's face was calm.
“Not yet”, he returned.
The black-haired followed the other's glance and noticed the conveniently placed rain water downpipe.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”, Hyde asked impatiently, “Start climbing if you love your life!”
“I …” Utterson gulped. “I can't!”
“What do you mean, you can't?! There is no time for hesitation!!!”
“I can't! I have no energy left, I can't climb, the downpipe is too high, I-”
He yelped in pain and shock, when Hyde seized him by the hair, holding in a painful grip.
“One more word”, the young man snarled, “And I'll fucking leave you here. Now hold onto me and suck it up, you bloody idiot!”
The poor lawyer bit his lip and nodded fearfully. Then he held onto the smaller man and clung to him like a lifeline.
“Hold on tight”, Hyde instructed him breathlessly, “Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so.”
The older man obeyed and squeezed his eyes shut. Then, suddenly, he lost the ground under his feet and almost screamed in fear.
Oh my god, is he actually climbing up the downpipe-?
Mortal, unspeakable fear was possessing him. Utterson was trembling so hard, that he nearly lost his grip.
After a bit, the angle changed. The lawyer guessed, that Hyde was now climbing along the roof – still with him on his back, mind you! – and almost fainted.
It was still raining. The roof wouldn't be able to hold both their weight. And even if it did, the rain would make the tiles slippery.
They were going to die! This was insane, how was Hyde even doing this! How could that little demon possibly have enough energy left to-
Oh Lord in Heaven, have mercy on us!
Utterson swore, if they got out of this alive, he would punch the hell out of … whoever of the two would be in control by that time! At this point, he didn't even care anymore!
Finally, he felt something beneath his feet.
“You can let go now”, Hyde panted, “We're back on the ground.”
The lawyer let go of the other and got to his feet. Finally, he opened his eyes to look around.
They were in a narrow street. He almost sobbed in relief, when he recognised it as the street where he lived. Hyde had somehow got them out of Soho and now they were most certainly save.
Speaking of Hyde, the young brunette was currently supporting himself on a wall.
Utterson was quite sure, that he had to be hurting all over. He was thoroughly soaked, his face was a dark shade of red, he was trembling and struggling to breathe.
So why the hell was he laughing?!
“What are you so elated about?”, he snapped angrily. “We almost died back there!”
“This … was … exciting!”, Hyde wheezed and his whole face was almost aglow.
Utterson stared at him in disbelief. “WHAT?!”
Hyde fell onto his knees, threw his head back and laughed madly.
“Electrifying! The suspense … the danger … the whirlwind … of emotions … exhilarating! I've never … felt so alive!”
That was too much.
Utterson had ventured into one of the most dangerous parts of London to find the man in front of him.
He had checked on places he never would have gone to otherwise.
Had witnessed the alter ego of the man he loved beat up several men for … no reason at all?
Then they had been chased by a crazy mob.
Then he had been confronted with his acrophobia in the worst way.
He and Hyde (and therefore Jekyll as well) had almost died!
The lawyer was soaked, freezing, tired and a nervous wreck.
AND THAT LITTLE BASTARD HERE WAS ENJOYING HIMSELF?!
Utterson's hand moved on its own accord.
A loud smack sounded through the rain and Hyde was staring at him wide-eyed.
“Shut your cursed mouth!”, Utterson growled.
He grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders and started to shake him.
“Do you have the faintest idea what we just went through?! That this little stunt of yours almost killed us?! You … you … YOU BLOODY IDIOT!!!”
“YOU'RE THE IDIOT!”, Hyde yelled back, “JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I ALMOST FELL OFF A ROOF, TRYING TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE! AND WHY?! BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T SUCK UP YOUR SPINELESSNESS AND CLIMB UP THAT BLEEDING RAIN PIPE BY YOURSELF! IT ALMOST FELL DOWN UNDER OUR COMBINED WEIGHT! HAD I BEEN ALONE, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NO PROBLEM AT ALL!!!”
No problem at all, huh? So it was all his fault?!
That earned Hyde another slap.
“THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ME THERE?! I KNOW YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT ON YOUR OWN, SO WHY DID YOU RISK BOTH YOUR AND JEKYLL'S LIFE TO-”
“BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU!!!”, Hyde roared.
For a few moments, the wind, rain and their laboured breathing were the only sound.
Then the brunette sighed and lowered his head.
As he spoke, his voice sounded incredibly tired. “Dammit, Mr. Utterson. Don't place all the blame on me. You're the one who decided to follow me into one of the most dangerous parts of London. I get into similar situations almost every Saturday night and it never was a problem before. You should have considered this, before waltzing in here and nearly ruining-”
“Shut up!”, Utterson spat and slapped him again.
Hyde just laughed tiredly: “Are you quite done, Sir? Or how many times do you want to slap me?”
Utterson couldn't explain how, but in that moment, time seemed to slow down.
His anger ebbed away, leaving only pain, anguish and exhaustion.
And he realised: the younger was far too worn out to do anything. Hyde had overstrained himself to a ludicrous degree and it was astounding that he was even still awake.
The brunette blinked in confusion, when the lawyer cupped his face and stroked his cheeks.
“Mr. Utterson-?”
“Shut up! Just … shut up”, he whimpered.
Then he embraced the smaller man tightly and cried.
Hyde was completely at loss.
Completely.
He was still elated from the earlier exploits, while at the same time he was angry at the lawyer, who had nearly ruined everything, and hopelessly confused, because aforementioned lawyer was now crying into his shoulder.
After slapping him and yelling at him, no less.
“I could have lost you both!”, the lawyer wailed and sobbed harder. “Don't you ever do that again!”
Yeah, just gloss over the fact, that you almost died as well, the brunette thought drily. But he didn't say it aloud.
Exhaustion was settling in – with a vengeance.
He was soggy and freezing from the winter rain, worn out and hurting all over.
It was all too much.
Hyde was just so overwhelmed by everything.
He wanted to curl up in a warm, cosy bed and sleep for days.
A loud yawn escaped him.
Utterson chuckled weakly. “You're tired, aren't you?”
“Mhm.”
“Of course. You overexerted yourself quite a bit there. You can stay with me for the night. My flat is nearby.”
“Hm.”
He felt Mr. Utterson pick him up and carry him in return. Somewhere along the line, the lawyer muttered something that sounded like an apology for the slaps.
But he was way too tired to register it.
Before they had arrived at their destination, he was already dead asleep.
Utterson couldn't help but chuckle fondly at the bundle of trouble snoozing in his arms.
Edward Hyde was looking like a child in his sleep. Blissful, delicate and – dare he think it – bleeding adorable!
And the lawyer was determined not to ruin that.
Half an hour later, both were cleaned up and out of their wet clothes (a blushing Utterson had changed Hyde into one of his nightgowns) and the brunette was safely tugged in bed. He hadn't even woken up once during all this.
Utterson looked at the sleeping man.
Last time he had seen him like this was during his recovery at Lady Summers' home. That had been, when he had stayed the night, because Hyde had had a nightmare. He had fallen asleep with Utterson at his bedside and had looked just as peaceful as now.
His previously flushed face was now back to its usual snow white colour and framed by his flowing, café noir brown hair. It looked completely relaxed.
A small, genuine smile was hinting itself at the corner of Hyde's lips. He seemed to be having a nice dream.
Utterson sighed lowly and brushed a stray strand out of the young man's face.
Oh, that man … he just couldn't stay angry at him!
It was so hard to imagine now, that he had ever thought of him as repulsive.
Edward Hyde … what are you doing to me?
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pogasm · 4 years
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Animated character that was your gay awakening? Bonnie and marceline from adventure time, and starfire and raven from teen titans go, and I think that’s it
Grilled cheese or PB&J? Grilled ches
What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?i would put like pewdiepie on bc I dot watch him so he is great background noise
Your go-to bar order, if you drink? Pina colada or a sprite
What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? My camo boots. And the camo sneakers I got for my birthday
Top three cuisines? Lasagna, pasta, and like anything from Wendy’s
What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? I used to call boobees boomboom and I think that says a lot about me
What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? I’ve babysat even though I hate babies
Look up. What’s directly across from you?
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Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? No
Preferred way to spend a rainy day? Outside catching pneumonia. Dancing
What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? Um butter on one half and strawberry jam on the other
Brunch or midnight snacks? Midnight snack
Favorite mug you own all my mugs are ugly
What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? Hmmm idk. I only ever get lattes so I have nothing to compare myself to
Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!) supernova by ansel elgort or can’t feel my heartbeat by sidechain
Fruity or herbal teas? Fruit. Both actually but fruit mostly
What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? Idk. I used to watch telenovelas and shitty Bollywood movies
That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying? The hate u give
Do you match your socks? If I can then yeah
Have you ever been horseback riding? Yes. I hate it
What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) idk I don’t think I had a phase? But I used to be really into ancient Egypt and I would read every article I could find on encarta kids
Have you ever been to jail? Aaksnan no
What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? Only use them if you are making a cake
Puzzles? Good
You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? Hot cocoa. Or apple juice
What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore? Usually romance or the classics
What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? Crochet? I want to start writing again
Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat? I just listen to rap/hip hop
Where could someone find you in a museum? The art section or the gift shop
What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? I’ve worn all my outfits but I have these really baggy pants that I love
Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? Clouds!
If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be? Cat or hamster
Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? My walls are bare.
You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go? Loss but on my inner arm
Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with black widow?
Lakes, rivers, or oceans? Lakes
Favorite mid-2000s song the mid 2000s was a wild fever dream for me. I don’t remember anything
How do you dress when you’re home alone? I don’t. I’m naked
Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? My back to the wall. Probably facing the entrance
Knives or swords? SWORDS though knifes are cool too. I can’t choose
A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving Ariana grande
Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie lemonade mouth. I had a crush on the guitar girl.
Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? No caption
Name a classic Vine no
What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? Pizza rolls and frozen waffles
How do you top your ice cream? Caramel and strawberries
Do you like Jello? Yes
What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? Homecoming
How are you at climbing trees? Terrible
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