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Left Behind - Chapter 10 - Atlantis

Gif was made by @abimess aka wifey

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader || platonic bucky barnes x reader, mentor!natastha romanoff and mentor!steve rogers, bruce banner x reader (friendship), pietro maximoff x reader (friendship).

Words: 3.445K

A/N> I should warn you for the angst in this one i think. Please don't hate the ending of this or the fic. Good reading you all. Also, listen to "Atlantis" by Seafret, i chose the name based on that song.

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Chapter 10 - Atlantis

You ignore the insinuating look Pietro gives you when he sees you leaving Wanda's room in the morning.

"Not a word." You warn threateningly as he raises his arms in surrender, holding back his laughter.

You turn and go back to your room, trying not to smile like an idiot as you prepare for the mission, and failing miserably.

You try not to think about last night, or the morning after, but the feel of Wanda's lips on your skin is all that comes to mind for the next few hours.

Even during breakfast, where after she stole a kiss on your cheek in the hallway before you guys joined the Avengers, and sat beside you at the table while Steve went over some details to everyone, all you could think about was the last night. In Wanda's taste, her hands inside…

"Stop it." She warns softly at your side. Lower enough so only you can hear, and not to get in the way of the captain's speech. You blink in confusion, and then you understand. Feeling your face heat up, you look at her with a mixture of surprise and indignation.

"You can...?"

"Yes, now eat in silence please." She interrupts in the same tone, equally embarrassed as she keeps her gaze on the plate in front of her.

"Wanda?" You try next. And she mutters under her breath, and then she realizes. She rolls her eyes, and goes back to eating. You smile. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you could hear thoughts."

"It was kind of obvious don't you think?" She retorts mentally. "My whole thing is mind control."

"Your whole thing is to be the love of my life." You tease and she chokes lightly on her coffee, making you hold back a laugh as you gently touch her back. She says she's fine softly, and Steve, who had given her a worried look, goes back to talking about planning for the defenses in Sokovia.

"When this is over, I want to try a few things." You mentally tell her and Wanda looks at you quickly before turning her attention back to Steve. You imitate the movement.

"We'll leave as soon as you finish eating." Steve says already getting up. You suddenly feel anxious.

Wanda notices the way your body has tensed, and looks at you immediately.

"Hey, everything okay?" she asks tenderly. You give her a weak smile, placing your hand on her thigh. Wanda puts her hand on top of yours.

"I'm nervous."

"Me too." She confesses. "But we'll be fine. I got you."

"And I got you."

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As soon as you join the jet with the rest of the Avengers, you could already feel the control serum starting to wear off.

Sighing a little, you don't even have to ask to have Wanda's hand in yours. Her eyes and fingers glow red for a moment as she helps you, before returning to normal. You mumble a thanks, resting your back against the jet's wall.

"Remember what we trained, Avengers." Announces Steve upon entering. "Removing the civilians is the support team's priority, while Clint searches for Natasha. The strike team must deal with Ultron's guards."

"Yes, captain." The team says in understanding, and then the jet is leaving.

It takes ten minutes for Pietro to start teasing you.

"I hear we had a girls night yesterday." Commented the boy out loud, attracting the attention of Bruce and Bucky, who were standing next to you. Wanda glared at her brother.

"Pietro..."

"What is it, sestra? I’m just saying.”He joked. You wondered if you could throw him off the jet from that high. "I heard that this type of activity is a great stress reliever."

You felt your face heat up, and you sank into your seat. In the next second, the rest of the team understood. Clint whistled loudly, and Tony laughed. Bruce blushed and pretended to pay attention to his boots while Bucky giggled at Steve's embarrassed expression.

"Forgive me, I'm not following the reason for the humor in this conversation." Vision commented then.

"Don’t you dare." Wanda warned when he saw Pietro raise his hand to tell Vis what was being said, and the boy laughed before ducking.

Vision watched the interaction with confusion, but it was Tony who threw his arm around him.

"They had sex, champion." Tony announced, making you grunt in embarrassment. "I can't wait for Nat to know, she owes me fifteen bucks”.

“What?” Wanda asks, confused.

"Ah, it's just that before you arrived, the golden eyes there were always talking about you." Tony counts with irony. "How much she loved and missed a certain little witch and her inconvenient brother. So we made a bet that you two would work it out. I said it would happen before you went back to Sokovia, but Natasha thought Y/N was slower and would just work it out after we’re done with Ultron."

"Thanks for the faith, Tony." You mumble awkwardly, adjusting your posture. "Now if you don't mind, can you stop talking about my life?"

The team laughs but the comments about you and Wanda stops. Until you reach Sokovia, you spend your time playing with Wanda fingers as you both lay against each other's shoulders while listening to whenever small talk the Avengers build up.

Things get tense once you reach the country.

Steve signals that you arrive and starts moving around to get read for the jet to land.

You only let go of Wanda’s hand to put your suit on and once you’re done, she’s right in front of you, smiling tenderly as she puts a jacket on.

“Are you good?” She asks.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah.” She aswerns as she moves forward to kiss you firmly on the mouth. It relaxes your body completely, and you keep your hands on top of hers that are on your face until you break the kiss.

You wish you could care about the teasing looks the team cast to you too, but all you see is Wanda.

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You sat down quickly on the ground, your body against a wall, while trying to get your breathing back to normal.

Wanda was using her powers to get civilians out of their homes, and well, it took some of her magical attention away from you.

It didn't take long for you to be able to detect all the biological life around you again, meters and meters away, quickly feeling overwhelmed.

"How are we?" Steve asked over the communicator, probably already advancing with the rest of the team towards the former Hydra base. You looked up at the sky to get a quick glimpse of Tony flying in his suit before he vanished away.

"All right around here, Captain." Clint responded first followed by the rest of the team.

Your hesitation made Steve specifically call you, but before you could say anything, Wanda was kneeling beside you, one hand on your shoulder and the other on her communicator.

"We are good." She responded before turning her attention to you completely. You felt her magic envelop you quickly, your body relaxing. "How do you feel, dear?"

"Better now." You respond with a smile. "Thanks."

As she helped you to your feet, you noticed her worried expression, and placed a hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine Wanda, I promise."

"Just don't push too far, okay?" She asks. "You can go back to the jet whenever you want."

"I'll be okay, Wanda." You mumble. "Let's get this over with so we can go back to bed." You teases with a mischievous smile, stealing a kiss before walking away, giving her a wink before heading towards the rest of the civilians.

Ultron had better plans than this.

“We need to get everyone out of here immediately.” Tony told through the communicator. “A vibranium bomb. We don’t have time.”

“Working on it, iron boss.” You mock as you helped another family move out of their home. Just like, Pietro had already headed to police stations and hospitals to remove people from there. There was a large crowd of inhabitants heading out of town, but there were still many more.

Peace ended quickly.

Ultron activated the robot army, and they literally began to sprout from the ground.

"Bucky, we're going to need support here pal." Steve warned through the communicator while you were drawing your pistol to prevent one of the robots from advancing on you.

"On my way, cap." The soldier warned. "Just don't tell my therapist."

You and the team laughed lightly as you fought. The whole thing getting bigger and bigger every minute.

Wanda covered for you while you guided people out, but it was becoming untenable.

So, as soon as she tore apart the small group of Ultron’s army that was surrounding you two, you called her.

"You can't keep babysitting me , this is getting too bad." You warned, your voice almost muffled by the length of the fight. The robots flying above you, and Thor and Vision facing them in the sky.

"I won't leave you." She insisted seriously and you swallowed hard.

"Wanda..."

“End of discussion.”

“You are cute and all, it's just that we have a situation here. Mind getting back into the fight?" Natasha's voice interrupted the moment over the radio, sounding amused and teasing. You sighed with relief when you realized she was okay, and you exchanged one last look with Wanda before going back to fighting. “By the way, Tony said I lost the bet.”

“Please don’t bring this back.” You ask Natasha, that just laughs before hanging off, not without teasing you about being proud of you for making a move.

The ground shook beneath your feet, making it difficult for you to keep your balance.

"Guys, what's going on?" You asked through the communicator.

Sokovia is going for a ride.

Friday tells the whole team. You gasp in surprise, looking around.

The ground is breaking apart, and the city is rising into the air. You don't need your powers to know that not all buildings are empty. The debris will end up hurting someone.

And even with all that, the advances of Ultron's army get even worse.

You barely have time to duck before Wanda rips apart a robot that attacked you.

Clint catches up with you two the next second.

"We need to regroup, Tony needs us back there." He warns you. You frown.

"Not a chance, there are civilians all over the place." You say, moving quickly to fire at the machines that have appeared behind you.

"Well, we need the offensive back at the church." He counters. "That's where the bomb is."

"You two go then." You say when you finish shooting. Wanda, who has just destroyed three machines at once, turns to you in indignation.

"No."

But you don't look at her, you look at the blue flash figure approaching.

“Hey Peete, do you mind?” You shouted to him as he stopped next to you two. He nods at you before picking Wanda up, who has no time to complain. He teases Clint "Keep up, old man." before disappearing at high speed, making you laugh.

Clint looks at you.

“Are you sure?”

"It's my job to protect them.”

“The Maximoff or the civilians?” He mocks, making you roll your eyes.

“Go, Barton.”

It doesn't take long for your biological detection to come back.

You think you're going to pass out. But you take a deep breath, and stumble among cars and wrecking machines.

Calm down. You remember Wanda's soft voice in the glass room. The feel of her fingers on your skin. Calm down, I'm here. You can do this.

"I can do this." You mutter to yourself, trying to keep your balance.

You find a horde around the corner, almost close enough to a group of civilians coming out of the municipal hospital.

Ignoring the feeling of being overwhelmed at being able to feel the fear and despair of those people, you advance with the pistol in your hand.

The machines were destroyed, but not by you.

"You took your time, Barnes." You tease with a wry smile, rushing to help the civilians, feeling their superficial wounds before helping them. Bucky smiles and shrugs, a rifle in his hand as he gives you cover to help the population.

"Two minutes out here and I'm already missing my retirement." He comments as he fires, making you laugh, a bit breathless due your powers. Bucky notices right the way. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just considering retiring too after here." You retort by standing up again, helping the little girl who had bruises on her forehead to join the rest of the family. She smiles in thanks, but you're already walking away again, your head pounding from how many people you can feel at once.

You stumble around the rubble to the front of the municipal hospital. Ignoring the memories you have of the whole neighborhood, you try to focus on some group.

"Y/N, I think there are kids coming out of that corner!" Bucky unnecessarily warns you because you've already felt them.

You recognize Church clothes that the adults leading the group wear. They are coming from the Orphanage where you grew up.

You run to catch up to them, and it's the first time you've really noticed Ultron's cruelty. It's a horde that arises, and they notice you right away. The machine in front follows your gaze to the small group, and it has a chance to shoot only you, but it turns its mechanical hand, and aims directly at the kids.

You widen your eyes, feeling your heart race.

"NO!"

Something explodes in your chest. Everything turns golden before returning to normal color. You can’t see the golden wave that reaches the group because there’s a pain in the back of your head that makes you close your eyes tightly.

The robot fired, but if it weren't for the gunshot marks on the robes, no one would know as none of the civilians had any injury. The kids were wide-eyed, and you fell to your knees.

Bucky shot the machines before looking at you in amazement.

"How did you do that? They were practically a street away." He asked in shock, watching the nuns guide the kids to cover quickly, just as in shock as he was. Your lack of response alarmed him and he turned to face you quickly, touching your shoulder. "Y/N, you're bleeding..."

"I know." You grunt weakly, taking a deep breath as you lean on Bucky to get up. "Let 's keep going."

You wiped the blood running from your nose with your hand, but ignored the wet sensation in your ears. Bucky hesitated.

"No, you're not okay." He insisted. "Let's go back..."

"Let go of me, Bucky." You exclaimed angrily, pulling his hands away. "I heal, don't I? I'll be fine. Let's keep going."

"Y/N..."

But you are already walking. You can feel all the injured, and you need to keep going.

You help at least two more groups to shelter, until you're resting your hands on your knees and trying to stay on your foot.

You see your blood dripping to the ground, and you hear Bucky's footsteps approaching, so you wipe your face quickly while disguising the way your head is spinning.

"This isn't working Y/N." He says as he looks around at the wreckage. "These things seem to grow out of the ground, and there's no end to them. The city is too high right now and these people have nowhere to go."

You were going to agree with him, but something in the sky caught your eye.

"I think that's their ride." You say while pointing straight ahead.

It's a gigantic ship, flowing alongside the city. You and Bucky exchange a look, before he uses the communicator to confirm that this was a good thing.

With Shield providing shelter for civilians, you started running to help evacuate people from the floating capital of Sokovia.

Your head was spinning, and your feet were about to give up, but you forced yourself to continue.

Your body is shaking when you turn to help a boy who cut his leg.

"Ty angel, devochka? (are you an angel, lady?)" He asks, scared when you heal him and you give a weak laugh.

"Net, ya Avenger. (no, I’m an Avenger.)"

The wound isn't that big, but it's enough to rob the air of your lungs. Bucky guides the boy with the rest of the group back to the ship, and you can barely stand, your stomach turning.

You force yourself to get up. Just a bit longer.

Lifting your hand to your ear, you call out to Wanda while leaning on the car beside you so you don't fall to the ground.

"Wands?" You say wait for her to respond. She sounds worried when she says your name, but you just sigh. "Babe, when this is over, I'm taking you out on a date. Like the cliches we've never done before, okay?"

"Why are you talking like this?" She asked, scared. You can hear the background noises, the way she was probably keeping the bomb safe but facing Ultron's army. "Where are you?"

"I think we should try Disneyland too. Americans seem to love that." You continue as you begin to walk again. One hand on the tech inside your ear and the other in the wound in your belly, formed while you faced the last horde of robots, not healing anymore. "You would like a candlelight date with wine and music, wouldn’t you?"

"Please tell me where you are, I'll come to you." She begs through the radio and you smile before hanging up.

You saw Clint run further to the town.

You take a deep breath, rushing to catch up. You also see the jet Ultron stole rounding the city towards them, the rifles outside ready to aim.

That's why Clint ran there, to save one of the civilians left behind, you notice as you see the little boy on your friend's arm.

You try to do what you did before. Project your healing magic to them to keep them protected, but as you lift your hands to do that, all you feel is a sharp twinge in the middle of your chest and you almost fall to the ground.

Fine, I'll heal them myself. You think impatiently as you ignore your own limit and run.

You are almost there. But so is Ultron. If you stay up front, you think you can protect Clint and the civilian, you'd heal later, no problem.

“I’m gonna win.”

You widen your eyes in surprise when Pietro whispers in your ear, disappearing in his speed the next moment.

No. Don't do this.

You feel the shots before you hear them. You feel it through Pietro's body, who stepped forward to protect Clint.

You throw yourself forward, desperate.

You reach Pietro the second his heart stops beating.

"Piete?" You call to him as he falls into your lap. You can feel the air disappearing from his lungs, life fading away "Hey buddy, don't do that. Pietro! Please..."

You bury your face in his chest, trying to hear something. Anything. You press your hands against his chest next, then his face.

"Don't die on me, Pietro." You beg with a sob. You force your magic in despair. No matter how much it hurts, Pietro cannot die. He just can't.

You can only remember the skinny little boy running with you in your childhood. Laughing with you on the roof. Teaching you to fight.

Your tears mix up with your blood.

"Captain, we have a problem." Clint announces at your side.

No.

I'm not giving up.

You grunt in pain as you press your hands hard on Pietro's chest, your veins popping with a golden light. You're not dying on me.

Something starts to pulse in your head. Loud enough to completely disorient you. Your eyes are heavy, and you choke on your own blood coming out of your mouth.

You smile because you can feel the air returning to your friend's lungs at the same rate as it leaves yours.

When Pietro breathes again, your eyes close.

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The Drop Of A Tear - 22

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around his finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards start to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away? Is Y/N able to forgive?

CHAPTER 22

Tae glances up at the cloudy sky as he parks his car and turns off the engine. He glances around and realizes that his Namjoon's wife's car is nowhere to be found. He takes a step closer to the front door, relieved that he won't have the negative energy from her on his back once he enters the house. Despite the fact that the windows were open, it was unusually silent. There was usually music or the sound of the boys playing.

"I need your help," Tae says as the front door swings open. Surprisingly, it was not his friend who opened the door. The seconds that passed felt like minutes. He looks down as each second, he stands in front of his friend’s wife makes him feel more uneasy. "I'm sorry, I assumed Namjoon would be home," he apologizes to the woman, who is also surprised to see him. "I'll contact him later."

"Wait!" Namjoon's wife says, taking a step towards Tae. "Did you contact him before you showed up?"

“I should have done that.”, he nods as he turns his body away. “I will call him first next time.”

"Wait, Tae!", exclaims the woman as she opens the door wider. "Please come inside. He will be back soon."

"You don't like me in the house, and now you invite me in?" Tae wonders, perplexed.

"I need to speak with you anyway... That you are already here is just the perfect timing."

"What is it about?"

"Come in and we will chat," she repeats once more as she makes place for Tae to enter her house. He notices the knife in her hand as he moves past her. He couldn't help but stare at the knife. "Oh, that is not what you might think it is! Don't worry, I simply cooked some pork for the family meal," she explains, noticing his frown.

“Are you alone at home?”

“Worried about witnesses?”

“Kind of to be honest.”

"Stop staring at the knife in my hand and enter." Tae gives her a brief glance before removing his shoes. "At the very least, you did not lose your manners by taking off your shoes."

"When was the last time I didn't take off my shoes inside your house?"

"Another time, you helped with the furniture. Your shoe prints were all over the place," she sarcastically remarks as Tae follows her into the living room. "Please have a seat. Would you like some tea, coffee, or juice?"

"I'm actually fine. Are you going to poison me?"

"Uh, you're such a scaredy-cat..." Tae's gaze follows her as she reaches for a glass of lemonade. "Don't be concerned! I'd rather have someone do the job for me," she says as she sits down. "I'd like to speak with you about your children."

"Did you manage to get them to open up to you?"

"Yes, but not in the way I intended it."

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"About these images," she says as she unlocks her iPad and hands it to him. "These pictures of you and that bitch are all over the internet. I have discussed it with Yoongi, and he told me what happened."

“Yoongi is also on the pictures...”

"Yeah, and there are fantasy stories all over the place.", she tells him. “Look, your children will be coming to my house this afternoon. If you'd like me to, I can try to talk with your kids about it."

"What would you tell them? I told my boy that there won’t be any news about me and her anymore."

"I'd tell them I discussed the photos with Yoongi and you, and I'd tell them the full truth. As a psychiatrist, I am concerned about what Yeonhee did. I mean, concerned about what she in general did." Concerned, Tae leans forward. "Look, I hope I'm wrong, but these kids need to be ready in case she comes after them as well. I know that might sound as I might go overboard with my words but, I truly don’t think she will not hold herself back when it comes to your kids."

"Do you believe she'll get at my kids at their school?"

"Not at their school, but... What if the kids are walking down the street or going somewhere on their own and this bitch...? She didn't stop showing up at the agency, nor did she stop phoning or visiting you.”

“Alright. This look.”

“Which look?”

“That look!”, Tae repeats when he points at her face. “You know something you’d rather hide. What is it?”

“You got me.”, she sighs. “I asked my friend who works in authority kept an eye on Y/N's documents to be on the save side."

“What?” His voice might have been deep but it sounded nervous as well.

“Just to be sure she is doing alright or if any hospital bills did come up.”

“Does Y/N know about this?”

“I don’t think so... It is for her own safety. You know she just started to work after a long time.”

“I know...”, Tae sighs. "Do you actually know where they live right now?"

"Tae, they are registered to your address as a result of your actions.", she explains before she takes a long sip from her glass. "She discovered something else," the woman tells him as she licks her lips. "If you go to the authority she works for, you have to submit an information form about yourself in order to get information about someone else. Yeonhee inquired for Y/N's personal details."

“What?”

“My friend said that she noted for the reasoning that she is helping her boyfriend during the divorce and needs to pick up this paper for him.”

“She’s so sick!” His friend’s wife nods as she agrees with him.

“See, looking at the big picture, she is trying to hurt Y/N. I don’t know if it is jealousy towards the love you have for Y/N or if she is just insane is trying to bite into something that is none of her business.”

“It seems as I cannot keep her from attacking Y/N.”

“I will inform Y/N later about it the documents. I just want to have your okay, to speak with your kids or if you want to do it yourself.”

“I trust you, to do it without scarring them. Can you do that?”

“Absolutely, Tae. You know I care about the kids a lot too.”

“I know.”, Tae sighs as he sits up straight. “I know they are loved and cared for by a lot of people.”

“Why did you want Namjoon’s help?”, she asks as Tae looks at his hands.

“Huh?” His eyes quickly move towards hers. “Oh that... Doesn’t matter. I will talk with him later.”

“Is it something I could help you with?”

“You really are no housewife, huh?”

“It is so boring! Especially since our dog past. I just wished I could turn back the day...”

“That the gate was open was an accident. Yes, it might could have been prevented.”

“At least he did not suffer too much. I miss him a lot...”

“I don’t really know what to say in a moment like this...”, Tae confesses.

“The kids were already asking for a new dog but I am not ready. I hope Namjoon does not show up one day with a dog without me being ready.”

“You think he will do that?”

“Hello? We are talking about my husband. He always comes up with something that should bring me joy or happiness without me wanting any of it.”

“True.”, Tae laughs. “I never thought he would do so well as a father and husband...”

“What do you mean?”

“His clumsiness, him saying wrong things at a wrong time... I actually imagined the kids already knowing Santa is not real before their even enter school. Just remember what he almost did when your oldest was around five I think.”

“You mean him falling onto the christmas tree when he was meant to place the gift around it and our boy running downstairs seeing him lying on the tree whilst you and Jimin laughed at him?”

“It was funny though.”, Tae smiles.

“I admit, yes it was funny but I was truly afraid of keeping the Santa-Stories alive...”, she laughs heartily. “It’s already three o’clock. The boys should be home any minute and I have not finished cooking yet.”

“Sorry for holding you back from your work.”, Tae says as he gets up.

“Not at all.”, she says as she follows him to the garderobe. “Tae, you know I hate you for what you did to my friend but as you are my husband’s friend, I am trying to be as friendly as I can.”

“I appreciate your effort.”, he says as puts his shoes back on. “Bye!” It took Tae one second of the scene in front of his eyes when he opened the door, that he knew to better open the door as wide as he could.

“Bye!”, she says a second before she jumps to the side. “What...the...?”, the woman says shocked as she sees a dog running past her. “Boys!”, she yells angrily as she walks past Tae in front of the front door.

“Mom, mom! Look, dad got us a dog!”, her sons explain as they rush into the house. Before she could say anything else, the boys are out of sight and their steps sound as they would be running towards the back door to get into the garden.

“Namjoon!”, she screams angrily as she discovers her husband. “Don’t tell me, you got a dog when I said I am not ready for a new dog!”

“But we discussed to get a new pet...”

“Yes, discussed but not finalized the decision.” Namjoon’s eyes scan Tae who is standing quietly watching the scene unfold. “We should have picked a dog we all would like not just you guys! I am at home most of the time, I should have a final say in this!”

“I am sorry I overwhelmed you but this dog is a litter sibling of our former dog.” Her eyes become bigger as she tries to understand what he had just said.

“What?”

“I called the breeder the other day to inform him about our dog’s passing.”

“Did you tell him that he was run over by a car?”

“Yes. He even cried a little on the phone... But it was the right timing.”, he winks at her. “The dog that ran inside is from the same litter and returned as he is too active for his previous owner.”

“Are you telling me that you got exactly that dog to power out our boys?”

“Yep.”, Namjoon says proudly as a smile appears on his wife’s face. She places a fast kiss on Namjoon’s lips before she realizes Tae was still there. “So, that is, okay?”

“I guess I cannot change anything about it.”, she sighs as she thinks about the new dog.

“Hey Tae.”, Namjoon greets happily.

“Hi. So, you got a new dog.”

“Yeah. The boys are so excited and happy. I know my wifey is a little mad but it feels right.”, he states as he moves his hand up and down his wife’s arm.

“I will go to the boys and get to know the dog. Bye Tae.”, the woman says as she runs into the house.

“I am surprised she did not murder you when you two were alone.”

“Me too... She invited me in. Isn’t that strange? She usually wants me gone.”

“I had a long, long talk with her about not seeing you the monster that she thinks of whenever I say your name.”

“Can’t blame her.”

“You are alright?”, Namjoon wonders. “You look upset.”

“Doing alright. I was here because I felt like I need your help but I think I already know how to do it.”

“Thinking about what?”

“A place where I can talk with Y/N one on one.”

“Did you think about the agency?”

“I did, but I don’t think she will go there...”

“Maybe we can make a parent dinner night and you two, converse by yourself...?”

“Namjoon, not even I am this stupid to believe she will talk with me when she has her friends around.”

“Right... I will speak with my wife. She will probably have better ideas.” Tae nods and places his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to stop you from having fun with your family. We can talk later.”, Tae says as he hugs Namjoon. “Bye.”

“Drive carefully!”

“Make sure to not trip over your own feet.”, Tae jokes as he unlocks his car.

💧💧💧

Knowing that the other members have already seen the photos that Yeonhee's friend has uploaded on the internet, he waits for Y/N to arrive. Different scenarios on how things will go down are playing in his head. According to his management, Yeonhee’s friend must have been able to upload the photos to his phone before the police offer deleted them. Nervously, he waits in one of the rooms within his agency for Y/N to come.

He looks at his watch roughly every minute. He had no text messages on his phone. There were no missed calls. There's no explanation for why Y/N isn't showing up.

“Tae.”, Y/N says quietly as she discovers him standing next to a table in the middle of the room.

“I am glad you made it.”, Tae states with a smile on his face. She closes the door as she places her bag on the table.

“I don’t have much time. What is so important that I have to come here?” Her voice sounded annoyed, almost with disgust.

“I needed to talk with you regarding our kids.”

“If you talk about these pictures, in which by the way you even pulled your friend into, forget it. I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

“No excuses and I did not pull Yoongi into this. Did you talk with him?”

“If I talk with him or not is none of your business.”

“Why are you like that again? I thought we could work it to be at least friendly with each other...”

“Don’t I have the right to be this mad?”

“I know you do but-”

“But? But what?”

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk like adults.”

“I am trying.”, Y/N tells him as she takes a deep breath. “Do you know what I woke up today?”

“If you want to tell me.”

“I woke up to a damn long message from Yeonhee and pictures. The same pictures that are currently online.”

“Why would she contact you...?”

“Are you seriously asking me? You were with her, should you not know the people you fuck with?”

“I never heard you speak like that to me...”

“Well, maybe it is time for me to speak to you like you deserve.”

“Y/N-”

“No, listen. I am here because I am concerned of my kids.”

“Did something happen?” The laugh that left Y/N’s lips sounded sarcastic, almost as she would have expected Tae not to ask that question.”

“I had to pick up my little girl because the kids in her class were bullying her to a point in which she ended up closing herself in the toilet. Those kids threw different things at her.”

“What?”, Tae asks shocked. “Those kids did what?”

“They threw food and fluids on her. They shot this little paper curled up on her with a straw. They pushed her in the hallway that hard she lost balance. They call her a stray, they called her weak and pathetic.”, Y/N says as she starts to cry. “The worst part, her precious father is the reason why she goes through hell.”

“They bullied her because of me?”

“Because what you DID to us. The media is currently putting everything into the spotlight again thanks to your photo shooting with her and Yoongi.”

“She left notes-”

“I already know about why she was there. I know you would never hit a female, but people say that online. Those kids must have heard some of the stories too.”

“Where is our daughter right now?”

“I brought her to Namjoon’s house because she did not want to go home yet. I think she might want some mental support.”

“Why did you not call me?”

“Because that is the reason why I am late.” Tae takes a tissue from his pocket and hands it to Y/N who looks at it for a second before she takes the tissue from him. “Thanks.”

“Did she say who it was? How many kids did this to her?”

“She said it was everyone from her class.”

“There are more than twenty kids in her class.” As Y/N tears become more, he notices that his fear is becoming real. His own child is no longer save in the school she loved to go to. “Can we keep her out of school for now?”

“The teacher said that students are not allowed to change within a school year.”

“She has to go back?”

“Yes. I don’t want to let her go back there.”, Tae nods as he hugs her tightly.

“I am hugging you as the other parent, okay?” Y/N nods as she feels emotionally drained. “I will try to speak with the principal as soon as I get a day off.” As Tae tries to just be there for Y/N, he can see Jungkook looking through the door. He stops hugging her as the door opens.

“Sorry to disturb.”, Jungkook says as he clears his throat. “Princess called me. Your boy got into a fight with some boys from Lovely’s class.”

“What? Did she say where he is?”, Y/N asks worriedly as she turns her body towards Jungkook.

“She asked me if she should take the bus but I told her to stay at the teacher’s room until Namjoon’s wife arrives to pick her up.”

“Thanks.”, Y/N says. Without saying any other word, Jungkook closes the door. “See? See what is happening?”

“I do.”, Tae confirms. “I have to talk with the principal.”

“Please do! I tried but, but they always say the kids must stay there.”

“Shall we give them a break next year and get them a private teacher instead?”

“You know I want my kids to live normally...”

“I know. But Y/N, it would be smarter to teach them at home, don’t you think?”

“Is that how you want to figure out where we live?”, Y/N wonders as her fingers start to shake.

“No! This is just for the kids. You can pick a teacher if you like. Maybe we can arrange a room here in which the kids can study in.”

“Is that a trick to control us?”

“I would understand if you do not trust me on an emotional level, but this is for our kids.” The eyes of hers show him that she truly does not believe a thing he says.

“How can I even fully trust you?”

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, how should I know?”

“I cannot answer this question either.”, Tae answers defeated.

“You are so confusing to me.”, she sighs as she scratches her forehead. “I am so confused on what you are doing and worried what you will do next at the same time.”

“I don’t know how to make it right.” Angrily she takes her bag.

“Handle this situation for our kids.”

“Don’t leave yet.”, Tae begs. “I think we-”

“We? We do not exist.”, she says in a warning tone.

“Why are you like that towards me again? I thought we might be able to talk this out on a friendly base.”

“I am trying but I rather want to choke you than anything else.”

“Y/N, you have every right to feel this way.”

“Damn right I do! We finally agree!”, she agrees loudly.

“Maybe you need to tell me what I do that got you so confused...”

“You want me to explain, okay. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?” Tae nods. “At the beginning you made me feel amazing from the moment you said your first ‘I love you’. You showed it constantly even after ten years even whilst you were cheating on me, you tried to keep it up. Yes, you were lacking in it but I saw that you were trying. Then you broke me apart and everything around me shattered and ripped me apart. I was broken. Emotional and physical. I went through depression, suicidal thoughts and thankfully, back to the strong woman I once was. Once I am able to handle all this and I am ready to end our marriage, you make me crash full speed against a wall! The whole time you wanted the divorce as our marriage is the only thing that stops you from living peacefully. Now, that I am ready to sign those shitty papers, you won’t sign them? Do you have any ideas how many nights I was awake, wondering what the reason might be? I am glad that you at least supported your son at his game but, then you kissed me on my forehead for no reason at all. You make me hopeful that you are changing to a good father of them but then you suddenly do something like that.”

“I am not expecting anything from you.”, Tae explains calmly. “Not even seeing me as a human.”

“You do! You want me to forgive you... You said it so many times that I stopped counting!”

“Y/N.”, Tae sighs. “I am sorry if I played with your feelings with the damn kiss that I placed on your forehead.”

“Don’t!”, Y/N warns as Tae steps closer. “Stay away from me.”

“Okay.”, Tae says as he puts his hands up and stops getting closer to her. “I should have not done that. I apologize.” Slowly, he puts his arms down to keep them low.

“Why did you even? I am damn sure you knew it could mess me up. You should know me that well.”

“I did not think about it. It was more a natural thing for me to do. I spoke with Namjoon in the car about it after the game. I cannot offer you an explanation on why I did that.”

“Why can’t you just say what the reason is for you to destroy me inside out? I have done nothing but being a good wife to you and a good mother to my kids! What is the reason you keep hurting me?”, she screams as her tears fall down her face.

“I don’t want to hurt you! I want the opposite to happen. Trust me, I want you to be happy again.”

“You want me to be happy?”, Y/N sobs as she uses her sleeves to wipe away her tears. “Because of you I am a wreck! Take a close look and tell me what you see.”

“I see a beautiful woman in pain.”, he answers slowly as his eyes tear up. Seeing Y/N in pain hurts him badly.

“No.”, Y/N says as she steps in front of him. “This right here, is the new me! I have no time for you anymore. The only thing between me and you are my kids. MY kids.”

“Y/N.”

“No, I gave you one last chance to explain your reason but you try to rather avoid it.”

“I have no reason to hurt you!”, Tae yells at her in frustration. “I apologize over and over and over again until there is nothing to apologize for, for the rest of my life!” Tae’s eyes show the pain he seemed to have hidden from her. “I am... so... fucking... sorry.”, he sobs as he takes a closer look at her face. “Y/N, you are an incredible person, you truly are! I still admire you. I still love you.”

“Bullshit! Why did you do all of this then? What for?”, Y/N wonders as he lowers his head for a moment. “You talk to me but there is nothing that is familiar to me. Not even you standing right in front of me.”

“The reason why all of this happened is just because I wanted to escape the reality of me not being good enough! Not good enough for our family!” Like a breaking dam, his tears start to flow. “I tried to create a world in which I might be able to save our marriage and at the same time I needed a place to escape to. All the alcohol I drank whilst being with her, I never drank that much in whole my life. Do you know why Jimin and Jungkook knew about the affair?”, Tae asks. “Y/N, did they tell you why they were the ones at the door on that day?”

“No. Why would it matter?”

“Because they knew about it more than a month before I told you I want a divorce. These two, that you are trusting so much are the once who hid the truth from you.”

“Don’t shift your fault on to others!”

“I am not putting my fault under anyone else’s name. I am telling you; they did not tell you in the weeks before I told you everything. I did not even know that they knew at that time... All I am telling you is, these two are not the two you should trust.” Her eyes look deeply into his.

“Who are you to tell me who to trust?”

“I can’t tell you what to do but I can inform you about things you don’t know about.”

“I don’t know what you are trying to do here-”

“Let me tell you this way.”, Tae interrupts. “The day I went to our former home the last day, is the day that Jin any Yoongi have beaten me up for what I have done to you. Jimin and Jungkook only sat there already knowing everything. Namjoon said we should talk this out, but his wife overheard us-”

“Where did you have this conversation at?”

“At Namjoon’s house.”

“That explains her behavior...”

"Her behavior?”

“Doesn’t matter. But you were not wounded when you got to the house...”

“I was wounded but much more furious because that was the moment when I realized that my actions do have painful results.”

“You needed a beating to understand...? If you loved me this much, how were you able to forget that I even exist when you did whatever with that whore?”

“It was like another world, Y/N. A world in which I was the independent, non-family having, solo old Tae. I lost myself completely in it.”, Tae confesses ashamed. “All the time I wasted that I could have used for the courage to talk with you about how I feel...”

“You wanted to lose yourself that’s why! We talked about every single shit that crossed our minds and hearts but that? No, that is not a reason for me.”

“This is my only reason.” Y/N nods as she wipes her face with her right arm sleeve. “Then keep telling yourself that that is the reason.”

“Why does it sound like you thought about something else?”

“Because I start to realize that I was the reason for you being so unhappy.”

“Unhappy? I never was unhappy with you! I was upset about myself.” In denial, she shakes her head. “If you do not believe me, tell me what you think the reason was. Please!”

“I think the reason why you started to stray, was because of how I look, isn’t that the case?” Tae’s eyes grow big as he shakes his head. “Don’t shake your head. I know it is because of all the stretch marks, my big stomach and that my face got old.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”, Tae questions concerned. “Are you insane? Y/N, you are still this beautiful woman I laid my eyes on the very first time. You are so damn beautiful!”

“Come on. Every husband who cheats on their wife is unhappy on how they look...”

“That was truly not the case!”

“You know what is crazy? A few months before that very day, I met up with a surgeon for a counseling. I was willing to surprise you with a better-looking body.”

“You don’t need surgery! Y/N, I told you, I love you the same no matter what your body goes through because of us starting a family of our own.”, Tae tells her depressed. Depressed on how much he must have let her down that she even considered surgery. Like a wave rushing over him, he feels the cold sweat on his back. “Please, don’t ever do any surgery to feel better. You are so stunning. Don’t you see that?”

“You are not even honest about that... Are you truly honest about anything?”

“Y/N.”, Tae says as he lays his palms on her upper arms. “Listen! You should not feel this way. I am asking you, please get mental help. If you want to, I will take the kids during your appointments or drive you there and pick you up. But this kind of thinking must stop.”

“Forget it.”, she says as she pushes him away. “I got to go.” Before Tae could even react, she rushes out the door.

“What did I start?”

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"Maybe if I stab you, you'll understand what I'm feeling like right now" - for the period one

I Don’t Want To Wait, eighth grade

rowaelin high school bff au: past-take masterlist

AN: Another holiday, another past-take. Enjoy this super sweet ride back to eighth grade with our two favorite idiots. And have a very Happy Valentine’s Weekend! xoxo, Char

Excitement rippled through the halls of Orynth Middle School as the eighth graders gathered their valentines from their lockers and headed to the pick-up circle for the end of the day. A steady stream of whispers flowed through the halls, discussing their big evening plans. It was the grade’s first boy/girl party, and everyone was talking about it — whether they’d been invited or not. It was being thrown by a new student, who’d just transferred schools from Eyllwe. Nehemia was stunningly beautiful with her rich brown skin and long braids clasped in ornate gold accessories, coming into eighth grade with an air of sophistication and worldliness that had everyone clamoring for her attention. And apparently she thought the best way to make friends was to throw an exclusive Valentine’s Day party in her family’s rented house on the outskirts of Terrasen.

Anyone who was anyone had been invited, and though Aelin would never admit it, she was relatively surprised when she’d opened her mailbox last week and found the invitation waiting for her. Surprised, but thrilled.

“What are you going to wear?” Lysandra asked. “What does ‘festive casual’ even mean?”

“Red?” Rowan piped in, shoving his gloved finger into Aelin’s shoulder. “You look good in red, Ace.”

“I do look good in red,” Aelin smiled, hoping that the blush that rose to her cheeks would be hidden by her already flushed skin, red from the cold February winds.

Aelin was grateful that her two closest friends would also be there tonight. She couldn’t imagine being brave enough to go to a party without Lysandra or Rowan.

Lys flicked her chestnut hair dramatically over her shoulder, sighing loudly. “I look fine in red, but I look way better in green.” She pursed her lips. “I do have that pink top I got over Christmas,” Lysandra added thoughtfully.

“The low cut one?” Aelin gasped, remembering the sparkly pink top Lysandra had purchased on a whim. She only remembered it because she’d tried on the same one in blue and had put it back immediately, deeming it much too revealing to feel comfortable in. Though she guessed she didn’t have anything to show off in that particular department quite yet.

A wicked grin appeared on Lysandra’s face as she shrugged. “Some of us are going to try and get kissed tonight.”

Aelin tried her very hardest not to look in Rowan’s direction at the mention of kissing, but she couldn’t help it. She let her blue eyes slide to his face, and she watched as his cheeks paled, staring at her in horror, his jaw tensing as he breathed in deeply.

“There’s going to be kissing at this party?”

“What did you think was going to happen?” Lysandra laughed at Rowan’s discomfort, and Aelin watched as his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up as if he’d just smelled something terrible. “Don’t you have someone you want to kiss?”

Aelin’s heart thumped erratically in her chest, waiting for him to answer Lysandra’s question with an annoyingly hopeful heart.

“What?” Rowan asked, scrunching his nose further. “No. No way.”

“What about you, Aelin?” Lysandra asked, and Aelin opened her mouth to answer, wondering what she was going to say; it’s not like she could tell anyone the real answer. She was infinitely relieved when a car horn beeped in her direction.

Her dad leaned over and waved to her and her friends, and Aelin had never been more grateful to see him than in that moment. She gathered her backpack from the sidewalk and ran to the car without answering her friend.

“See you tonight!” she called out as she entered the warmth of her dad’s sedan.

Her stomach churned as she glanced out the window and saw Rowan’s curious gaze following after her. She buckled her seatbelt and tore her eyes away from his. As if she hadn’t been nervous enough before, now she had to think about kissing?

She took a deep breath and ignored the uncomfortable pang that settled in her stomach. She’d been looking forward to this party all week, and it was going to be amazing. Whether she was kissed or not.

. . .

“Well, you look very pretty, Fireheart,” Rhoe said as Aelin finally came down the stairs. It had taken her two hours to find the perfect outfit, but she finally had. She spun around, feeling incredibly in her red off the shoulder sweater and black skirt. She loved the way it flared around her knees when she spun, showing off the patterned tights she’d pulled from the bottom of her drawer. They were a little snug and pinched at her waist, but it was far too cold to go anywhere with bare legs.

“Thanks,” she said, wrapping a bright red ribbon around her half ponytail.

“You ready to go?” he asked, and she nodded, excited. They made their way to Rowan’s to pick him up, and Aelin couldn’t help but smile as she saw him. He jogged excitedly to the car, making his way into the backseat with Aelin.

“Where’s your red?” Aelin asked, and she could feel her cheeks heat as he shrugged off his thick jacket to reveal a red and white baseball t-shirt underneath. How did Rowan look so cute in everything?

Aelin let her eyes tear away from her handsome best friend to his Aunt, who was approaching the car with a big wave. Rhoe rolled down the window to greet the woman whose long dark hair was curled into smooth waves and her eyes smudged with dark shadow, making her look even more stunning than usual.

“Whoaaa, big date tonight?” Rhoe asked, and Maeve laughed heartily.

“It’s rare I have a Friday night to myself.” She paused. “I am going out to dinner, but don’t worry, I will have my phone on.”

Rhoe smiled as he handed her Aelin’s overnight bag.

“Reminder,” Rhoe said, pointing to the kids in his backseat. “I am at the station tonight, but if you want to leave this party at any time, Maeve will come and get you.”

“Dadddd,” she whined as Maeve nodded effusively. “We’re going to be fine.”

He sighed and patted Aelin’s knee, squeezing it gently. “You’re so big now. You’re practically grown ups.”

“I’m only thirteen,” she laughed.

Rowan sat up taller as he announced, “I’m fourteen.”

“We know,” Maeve laughed. “Have fun, you two. See you at nine.”

Despite her best friend at her side, the drive to Nehemia’s house was long enough for the nerves in Aelin’s stomach, which had previously subsided, to start tumbling around furiously again. She tugged at the waistband of her skirt, giving herself room to breathe a little deeper, but it didn’t help. She kept remembering the word ‘kissing’ and getting nervous all over again. Was she going to kiss someone tonight? Would Rowan? Her stomach clenched uncomfortably at that thought.

“You okay?” Rowan asked, noticing her fidgeting beside him.

“Mhm,” she nodded.

He definitely knew she was lying, but she was grateful he didn’t press her. She didn’t think she’d be able to explain what was causing her so much anguish.

“Wow, nice place…” Rhoe commented as he pulled up the long driveway. Nice was a bit of an understatement. The house was much less a house and more of a castle. Giant windows took up most of the front of the house, showing the thriving party inside. “Have fun!” Rhoe called out to them, but Aeiln was only focused on her breathing. The nerves in her gut had multiplied and exploded, and she was starting to feel like she had a real stomach ache.

Rowan exited the car first, and she was grateful that he reached back and helped her out of the car. She felt unsteady on her feet.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, and Aelin nodded again, relieved that he let her link her arm with his as they made their way into the party.

Inside it was, like, a real party. Aelin struggled to take another breath, looking at the boys and girls dancing closely, backs and fronts pressed against each other with not a millimeter of air between them as hips swayed in time with the music overhead. Grinding. Lysandra had told her the name for that particular dance. People were grinding.

Of course that’s where Lysandra was already, on the dance floor with some boy’s hands placed dangerously low on her hips as they moved together. Aelin gulped. Was she going to have to dance like that? She didn’t think she’d be able to.

“I don’t have to dance, do I?” Rowan asked quietly, and Aelin smiled as she looked over at his panicked face.

“No way,” she said, thinking the exact same thing.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Where do we go first?” Aelin asked, looking to Rowan for guidance, but it was as if his shyness had been activated at the sight of so many people. He shoved his hands into his pockets and his shoulders hunched over as his eyes scanned the crowds of students.

Ugh. He would be no use.

“Aelin!” Aelin gasped as two dark arms wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her tightly and pulling her away from Rowan. “Thank you so much for coming!”

Aelin nodded dumbly at her party host, who smiled widely at the pair who’d just entered her house. She wore a flowy pink top that billowed around her like an ethereal cloud and jeans that looked more expensive than anything Aelin had ever owned. Aelin struggled to say something, but she didn’t have to worry. Nehemia was playing gracious host, explaining the set up to them as she gave them a small guided tour.

“Feel free to join people on the dance floor,” she explained, pointing to the wooden floor that had been set up in the middle of the room. “I think there are a few games going on in the other room, if you’re not up for dancing,” she continued, pointing to the circle of kids on the plush couches on the other side of the hall, hovered around a table. “And we have tons of snacks in the kitchen.”

Aelin could practically hear the relief flow through Rowan as Nehemia led them to her mostly empty kitchen. It was much calmer and quieter without the music blaring overhead, plus… Nehemia might have undersold when she said there were “snacks” available. It looked like the baking display at Maeve’s on special holidays. Despite the uncomfortable band pinching her waist, she couldn��t help but gasp in delight as she saw the spread in the kitchen.

Pink frosted cupcakes were plated by the dozen, surrounded by bowls upon bowls of all kinds of chocolate. Chocolate covered pretzels with red sugar crystals, heart shaped chocolates in beautiful red wrappers, bowls of powder covered truffles…. Aelin licked her lips. She loved chocolate.

“Want something, Ace?” Rowan asked, half laughing because she was certain he already knew the answer.

“Cupcake please!”

Nehemia smiled. “Oh, I’m glad you’re going to take one. We ordered them special from my favorite bakery in Eyllwe,” she told Aelin, and she nodded excitedly, happy that she seemed to have gained approval from the new girl.

She reached for the cupcake in Rowan’s hands and took a large bite immediately. She hummed with happiness as the chocolate cake and strawberry frosting hit her tongue, relishing in the sweetness.

“So good,” she mumbled through the crumbs, earning another smile from Nehemia. She managed to inhale it in about three bites, laughing as Rowan flicked a stray crumb from her nose. “Whoops,” she laughed. Nehemia joined in the laughter but flitted off to welcome her next party guests — an overhead ding announced the front door opening.

“Want to go check out the games?” Rowan asked, and Aelin nodded. Since grinding with Rowan was not an option, games sounded safer.

But as they made their way into the adjacent room, Aelin realized her mistake. A glass bottle spun slowly, making its way around the circle and finally landed on a grinning Dorian Havillard. She felt her stomach tumble as he leaned over the table and pressed his lips against a shy girl in her computer class named Sorscha. Only, she didn’t seem so shy right now. She was kissing Dorian in front of practically her whole class!

Aelin was too afraid to look at Rowan, but out of the corner of her eye she could see him wringing his fingers in front of himself. A sure sign of discomfort.

The crowd cheered as the pair parted, their faces flushed and eyes glowing as Sorscha passed the bottle to a boy on her left. He turned around with a wide smile.

“You two wanna join?” he asked, scooting over to make room for Aelin and Rowan to sit. Umm. No. No they did not. Dancing would be less weird than this.

Aelin’s jaw almost came unhinged as Rowan replied with a quiet, “Sure.”

Sure? SURELY he knew what he was say yes to, right?

Aelin whipped around to look at him, his brow set in a determined line as he glanced back at her. He shrugged, as if to say Why not? And Aelin was positive her face read the thousand reasons why they could not. First, she didn’t want to risk kissing anyone except for Rowan. Second, she didn’t want to see Rowan kiss anyone else, and third, she absolutely didn’t want her first kiss to be in a game of spin the bottle? At a party? In front of all these people?

As Rowan began to sit, Aelin’s stomach flipped again. Like. Really bad. Like, worse than just nerves.

It had to be these tights. They felt like they were squeezing her insides, and now that there was food inside her, it needed to come out immediately. This was not good.

“Uh, does anyone know where the bathroom is?” Aelin asked the circle, avoiding eye contact with Rowan, who had fully sat down now. She knew it wasn’t smart to leave him alone to kiss whoever he wanted, but her stomach did that awful squeezing thing again, and she knew if she waited much longer she’d completely embarrass herself.

“Down the hall and to the right,” Sorscha pointed, and Aelin smiled graciously, ignoring Rowan’s raised brow, seemingly asking her What’s wrong?

“Be right back,” she mumbled, trying to walk calmly down the long hall, despite her insides feeling like they were revolting against her. Luckily, there was no one inside the small powder room, and she was able to slip in and lock the door, quickly divesting herself of her tights as she plopped down onto the toilet.

And that’s when she saw it. The small patch of dark red on the inside of her underwear.

No no no no no. Not now! Anything but this!

She didn’t have any kind of pad to use, and she desperately needed to get back to the game of spin the bottle. But she knew she was stuck.

Her heart pounded and tears stung at the corners of her eyes.

Desperately, she looked around the small bathroom. Surely there had to be something here, right? But as she took in the ornate pedestal sink and scanned the decorative shelves, displaying fancy bottles of perfume and pungent candles, she knew she was out of luck. There was absolutely no place to hide any kind of feminine products in this place.

How could she have been so stupid? It’s not like Aelin didn’t know that this day would come eventually, she just didn’t think it would be this day. Lysandra had gotten her period two years ago! It was so long ago, that Aelin had kind of forgotten that one day it’d happen to her, too. It wasn’t as if Rowan had to deal with anything like this.

Her eyes clouded with unshed tears as she thought of him. He was probably going to end up kissing some amazing girl tonight, and they’d fall in love, and she’d be his girlfriend and then probably wife, and they’d have beautiful children and live happily every after, all because Aelin had to hide inside the bathroom until Maeve came and got them in… she glanced at her phone… two more hours!

Another ripple of pain tightened across her abdomen, and she leaned over, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it was useless. She was going to die alone in the powder room of the coolest new girl in school, missing the party that everyone would surely be talking about come Monday.

She had to get back out there. She couldn’t lose Rowan to some random girl in a game of spin the bottle! And why was he so eager to play? Her worry spiraled again as she imagined his future happy life with some nameless faceless girl he kissed. Maybe she could scrunch up some toilet paper and put it in her underwear? At least she was wearing black, so nothing would show if it leaked. But as she was hit with another pang of nausea, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

A knock at the bathroom door startled her, as she cried out, “There’s someone in here!” as confidently as she could while feeling like she was being stabbed in the gut.

“Ace?” The last voice she wanted to hear right now called out. “Are you okay?” Rowan asked. “You’ve been gone for a while.”

“I’m fine!” she called out through clenched teeth.

She could see the shadow of his feet moving on the other side of the door and hoped that meant he’d left her alone, but she knew she wasn’t that lucky.

“I can call Aunt Maeve to come get us if you’re not feeling well.”

Aelin let her head hang in defeat. She should just let him do that. But she knew Maeve hadn’t gotten all dressed up tonight just to come pick up Aelin, either. No. She could stick it out for a little bit longer.

“I’m not sick,” she said, pulling up her underwear and kicking off her too tight tights all the way. There was no way those were going back on. Not a chance.

“Are you…upset?” Rowan’s voice called through the door, and Aelin knew her best friend wasn’t going to leave her alone until he made sure she was fine. Which meant showing him her face.

She took a deep breath and turned the knob on the door, cracking it open just a fraction of an inch, but he pushed it open further. His eyes examined every inch of her face, looking at her thoroughly as a slow frown appeared on his lips.

“You are sick,” he said, holding the back of his hand to her clammy forehead, his frown deepening at her cool touch. She shivered, and his eyes dipped down to her bare legs in confusion.

“I’m not sick,” she whined. “I…” She took a deep breath. Was she really going to tell him this? Searching his stubborn gaze, she knew was going to. He’d never leave her alone otherwise. “I got my period,” she whispered as low as she could, and Rowan’s jaw loosened, forming a small o as he scanned her again.

“For the first time?” he asked, and she could feel her ire rising as he continued to hover in the doorway.

“Yes, for the first time,” she hissed. “And I don’t have… things.” She could feel her cheeks heating. “Will you please leave me alone and put a note on the door that it’s out of service or something?” she mumbled. The only thing that could make this worse was if she had to evacuate the bathroom.

Rowan nodded, shutting the door, and Aelin finally exhaled and let herself sink to the bathroom floor. She hugged her knees into her chest, realizing that if she pressed on her stomach, the pain slightly subsided there. She had just rested her cheek to her knees when there was another knock on the door.

“It’s just me,” Rowan said, causing Aelin to groan. Hadn’t she asked him to leave her alone? “Can I come in?”

Aelin didn’t bother standing up; she just reached for the doorknob and twisted it open with a loud sigh. Rowan looked around the empty bathroom for her, taking a second to find her curled up on the floor.

“Here,” he said, squatting down to her level and holding out his hand to her. She held hers below and looked up at him with wide eyes as two blue pills fell into her palm. “It’ll help.” He reached his other arm out and handed her a can of coke.

Without questioning how or why, Aelin placed the pills in her mouth and swallowed them quickly, enjoying the way the sweet bubbly liquid felt on her tongue. She was so rarely allowed to have soda, and it was delicious.

Rowan’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as he reached into his back pocket and handed her a small yellow wrapped square.

“This was all I could find in one of the upstairs bathrooms,” he said quietly. “I hope it’s okay?”

Aelin’s eyes looked anywhere but at the face that was far too close to hers as she took the pad from his fingers, mumbling out a small “Thanks.”

“Do you know how…” he asked, and Aelin thought she was going to burn alive from embarrassment as she pushed herself up to standing.

“I think I can figure it out,” she snapped, pushing him out of the bathroom and locking the door behind him. UGH! So embarrassing.

She sat on the toilet and unwrapped the square, her eyebrow raising as the pad unfolded itself. She examined it quickly, and deduced that it was pretty intuitive. She peeled off the paper adhesive and affixed the pad to the inside of her underwear, relieved that she wouldn’t have to worry about blood getting anywhere.

After washing her hands, she was about to retreat to her same spot on the floor when she saw those same shadows shuffling around on the other side of the door. Sighing, she opened the door again where a pacing Rowan was waiting for her.

“You’re hovering,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Leave me alone, Buzzard,” she said, enjoying the way the nickname sounded on her tongue.

“I called Aunt Maeve,” he said, his eyes apologetic. “She said she can be here in thirty minutes.” He watched as Aelin sighed again. “Do you want to go back out there? Or…”

He trailed off, and Aelin bit her lip and shook her head. The idea of rejoining the party seemed absolutely awful. “I’m just going to wait in here. Come get me when she’s here?”

Rowan nodded again and headed down the hall, and Aelin sank to the floor again, bringing her knees up to her chest in the only position that had made her feel comfortable so far. The floor was a little cold against the backs of her thighs, so she made a tiny seat for herself out of her scrunched up tights. She settled in and hoped the pills Rowan had brought her would kick in quickly. And that Rowan wouldn’t move on too quickly from her.

When there was a third knock at the door, Aelin didn’t even bother raising her head. She just chuckled softly and called out, “Come in.”

Rowan slipped in and closed the door behind him, settling next to her with a large bowl of chocolates she recognized from the elaborate kitchen spread Nehemia had showed them. She unwrapped one immediately and plopped it into her mouth, smiling when Rowan did the same.

“Don’t settle for a spark,” he read off the inside of the chocolate wrapper. “Light a fire instead.”

He snorted and crumpled up the foil, tossing it into the small trashcan in front of them.

“Calories only exist if you count them,” Aelin said, smiling wider.

“It does not say that,” Rowan laughed, grabbing the foil from her hands, which—did, in fact, say that.

“I’m sorry I ruined the party for you,” Aelin apologized. She felt horrible about that, but Rowan shook his head. “You could go back out there, if you wanted…”

“I only came to hang out with you anyway,” he said, causing something in Aelin’s chest to constrict tightly. Gods, she loved him so, so much.

Aelin sighed and placed her head down on her knees again, this time resting her cheek against them so she could look at Rowan beside her. He mirrored her position, his knees up and his face tilted toward hers, smiling softly. After a few minutes of silence, Rowan finally spoke up again.

“Does it really hurt?” he asked, and Aelin’s smile fell from her face as she acknowledged the all consuming pain residing in her lower stomach.

“Maybe if I stab you you’ll understand what I’m feeling like,” she said, and Rowan cringed.

“That bad?”

“Worse,” Aelin said, hugging her knees in tighter to fight off another wave of pain. “Thanks for…” she shrugged, taking another chocolate and popping it into her mouth.

Rowan shrugged back. “It’s nothing. Aunt Maeve gets cramps really bad.” His brows furrowed as he remembered some conversation with her. “She always told me I needed to be the kind of boyfriend who could buy tampons and pads and not be scared of a little blood.” His cheeks reddened as he sat up suddenly. “Not that I’m your boyfriend or that you have a boyfriend,” he sputtered, and Aelin sighed, knowing that was definitely true. “I just meant…” He sighed as his cheeks dotted with a deeper red. “You understand what I’m saying, right?” He cleared his throat, which was suddenly scratchy and dry. “Anyway, are you feeling better at all? The pain pills should be kicking in, and caffeine is supposed to help, too.”

Aelin snorted at her worrywart of a best friend. “Yes, Buzzard.”

He quirked his eyebrow at her in that way she utterly hated as he inquired about the repeated nickname. “Buzzard?”

“Yeah,” she said, poking at his bony shoulder. “Always circling around, watching me like a hawk.” She widened one eye as large as it could go, leaning her head toward him and causing him to laugh raucously. She loved that sound. She heard it so rarely. “Scavenging for supplies,” she added, nudging her knee into his.

“Buzzard,” he repeated matter-of-factly, solidifying the nickname.

“Thanks again for taking care of me, Buzzard,” she said quietly, watching a smile spread across his face. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.”

“Any time,” he said, knocking his foot into hers.

“So, once a month?” she asked. “Every month? For the rest of my life?” She knew it was a lot, but if he was offering…she was definitely taking him up on it.

He snorted and handed her another chocolate. “Sure, Ace.”

She stuffed it into her mouth and smiled. Everyone was going to be talking about the fun they had at this party on Monday, but as she looked at her laughing best friend on the floor beside her, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

~*~

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tots-insane-ee · 3 years

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I'm LIVING for these fluffy Animaniacs and reader headcanons. Just wondering, would you be able to write them comforting the reader when they're upset?

I'm glad you like them!! I still need to figure them out tho but I'm getting there. I had a lot of fun making this, please enjoy ᵔᴥᵔ

The Warners comforting the reader would include:

Reminder: This is completely platonic and just pure fluff. Reader is gender-neutral and not species specific

Wakko:

He would be a little bit oblivious about it at first but when he finally catches on he will not leave your side till you feel better

Will absolutely act more puppy-like. Just 100% more affectionate, more playful but also more protective

He’s just so worried about you ;-;

He will be a ball of positiveness and will come up with a bunch of plans to make you feel better

Since he’s not as good with words as Yakko or Dot, he tries his best to cheer you up with his own special ways

His plan is just purely about cheering you up, so anything can happen, really

Expect a lot of cuddles and hugs and reassuring hand holding

Would try to make you laugh by making silly faces, play music for you, do a lot of slapstick humor

Hell, he would might even write a song just for you-

Would give you little gifts he thinks you might like, let it be food, small trinkets or random things you might have only mentioned once. He’ll get it for you

Surprise tickle attacks!!

Asks Yakko what to and what not to do, he just doesn’t want to make it worse

If somehow none of his schemes succeeded at making you smile, he would just try to console you in a more serious manner as a last attempt

“I’m not really good with this stuff, but if you want to talk about it, I will gladly listen!” he would say with a gentle smile on his face at the end of a day full of “cheering up Y/n” shenanigans. You two would sit on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder, listening silently and brushing your back reassuringly as you speak

If you cry, he will cry with you, holding you close

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this...” he would sniffle, trying to steady his voice and nuzzling you tenderly “But it’s gonna be okay… I’m sure of it, You can do it”

If you don’t want to talk about it, he understands that too. He will be more than happy just hanging out with you if it helps

You two eventually fall asleep, him nuzzling you and hoping that he managed to make you feel a little bit better at least.

When he noticed you look happier, he would be just so giddy and relieved, he will wag his tail and have a goofy smile on his face for the rest of the day

Dot:

Oh, she notices something’s up right away

She noticed by the way how your eyes and your body language is different than usual

Wants to know what or who made you upset and then destroy them

Her plan is to make you feel comfortable and to get you to tell her what had upset you

She will take this the most seriously and try to boost your confidence

She kind of tries to help you in a way Dr. Scratchansniff would, even asked him for advice

Also expect a lot of cuddles and hugs from her, these kids are just really affectionate and protective of the few people they hold dear other than each other

Speaking of protectiveness, if somebody even dares to look at you weird, she will glare holes into them

She would take you to different places, like a mall, an ice cream shop, a park or just wandering around in the downtown of Burbank

Will pamper you so much, if you want anything, she will get it for you at all cost

But if you don’t want to go anywhere, no worries! She is full of ideas

Slumber party time!! ....basically

She would have you settled down, and style your hair while helping you opening up (This in an actual method called “Barbershop Therapy”, heard it from Scratchy)

But she would understand if you don’t want to discuss it, even tho she thinks it would be the best for you if you would just get it off of your chest

“It’s okay, hun!” she would say, while playing with your hair and rubbing your shoulder gently. “Just take your time. When you feel ready, I will be all ears”

Once you eventually told everything, she will give you the best pep talk and give you reassurance

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It’s going to be alright! And hey!” she would smile gleefully and give you a meaningful wink “If you need anything, we will be always there to help”

If you cry, she will try so hard not to but fails, engulfing you with a big hug

Once you feel better, she would let out a sigh of relief and feel her heart swell. She is just so glad she could help you

Yakko:

He immediately notices that something isn’t right, but just isn’t sure what might that be

Something about the way you smile or laugh isn’t the same, he can obviously tell

Once he realizes that you are upset, his big brother instinct kicks in

Will not out-right show it, but he’s really worried about you, especially when you don’t really want talk about it

But he also understands how difficult it must be talking about your troubles *cough* personal experience *cough* so he won’t force you to confront your problems like this

Instead he focuses on distracting you and complimenting you, making you forget about whatever made you feel distressed

Expect a lot of jokes and puns, comforting touches and a lot of compliment showers

He’s really good with words after all, he will be creative

His main priority is making you smile at all cost

Won’t leave your side and would be so protective of you

Will take you along to the movie lot to cause some shenanigans or take you out for a day full of fun activities, you name it all

But will gladly just hang out at home if that’s what you wish

Chilling while watching some movies, playing games together, cooking for you or just cuddling

As much as he doesn’t like silence, if that’s what you need right now, he will be happy to give you this comfort

“Hey, just relax” he would mutter softly, a fond smirk tugging at his lips “Things gonna be okay, and you are gonna be okay. I promise…”

But if you feel ready to open up, he will hold your hand and listen attentively

If you cry, he will pull you close and hold you, rubbing your back soothingly and whisper encouraging words. He will try not to cry, feels like he needs to be strong for your sake and giving you all the comfort there is

“I know it must though, but believe me when I say it’s gonna be fine” he would say, as he pulls away a little so he could wipe away your tears “We always gonna be here for you, never forget that…” he would add, nuzzling your nose

He would feel really glad and thrilled after you calmed down and started smiling again

He really missed the sound of your laughter

Together:

Okay now, these kids gonna be really sweet to you individually, BUT when they are together the affection, the compliments and the cheering up gonna be off the charts

They just can’t bare to see you upset

They will be next to you for a long time, but will also give you space if that’s what you want, however they will still check on you frequently

You literally have 3 hyperactive guard dogs under you hands

Making you smile will become a semi-competition between them

“This will work, just watch” “No no no, Y/n loves puns more, just leave this to me” “Whoever makes them laugh first can decide what we gonna have for lunch for a week” “Deal!!”

Cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile-

They will take you to out to theme parks, to the cinema, even to the beach or just to have a stroll around the movie lot

Slumber party at the water tower which means movie and gaming night!!

When you try to thank them, they will tackle you into a hug and just smile

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” asked Wakko, chuckling “There’s nothing to thank, you dummy” Dot added, booping your nose “We know you would do the same for us, that’s what friends are for.” Yakko said, ruffling your hair “And also…”

“We love youuuuuuu” they declared in unison

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fuwahiko · 3 years

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...imagine a Non-Despair or Pre-Despair Kuzuhina scenario where Hajime gets into a huge fight with his parents (most likely about Hope's Peak in some way) and after a few days to a week of shutting out his friends and boyfriend in class 77, he finally goes to them for comfort and just breaks down from stress and bottled up emotions.

(No I'm not projecting onto Hajime what are you talking about thats cRAZY-)

Hurt/Comfort is my specialty what can i say.

uh oh time for hajime to suffer again

so.

hajime's parents are those like, really shitty parents that see their kids as someone to live vicariously through rather than valuing them as people. they hold him to high standards that get more ridiculous as he gets older.

his and his parents' goals happened to align well when it came to hope's peak; hajime always admired the school and his parents insisted he go to a good school so that he could get the best education he possibly could - because they wouldn't be satisfied with any less than that.

they were content for a while and happy to pay hajime's tuition fees, but his parents' contentment was only ever temporary. one day they called hajime to the living room for a 'talk'. they'd decided they weren't happy enough with hajime just keeping up with the rest of the class, oh no, he had to be the top of the class. hajime kept up with school work just fine and did pretty well of the tests too, about average in his class, nothing to brag about but certainly nothing to be ashamed of or anything - but for his parents average wasn't going to cut it anymore.

so they told hajime he would have to be in the top five highest scorers on his upcoming test or they would stop paying his tuition fees.

of course, this was incredibly upsetting to hajime; he'd always dreamed of going to hope's peak, and now he finally was, and on top of that he had made some amazing friends there and had even met fuyuhiko. the thought of not being able to see them anymore, or at least seeing them way less than he saw them now, was honestly terrifying to him.

and not to mention, what his parents were threatening didn't even make any sense; what good would it do to stop him from going to hope's peak anyway? wouldn't that just go against what they wanted?

he argued with them further and they said if that did happen they would think of something else to have hajime do, suggesting the idea of sending him to some strict teacher that would teach him one on one - someone that would be ruthless and do whatever it takes to make hajime "get his act together", as they put it. that thought was also terrifying.

hajime was already trying hard as it was though. he'd managed to form a healthier relationship with studying at last and he was doing better in the subjects he struggled with most. he was really proud of how far he'd come and how much he'd grown since coming to hope's peak... but whatever he did or whatever he said his parents would never see it the same way.

very quickly his studying grew more intense now, he was studying for much longer and he had less time for the things he enjoyed - less time to relax. but what choice did he have? there was no changing his parents' minds, so all he could do was push and push to get a high score, even if it completely burned him out.

that's how hajime spent his days for a while. he didn't have time to hang out with anyone because he needed to focus on studying. usually he talked with fuyuhiko and the others a lot; they'd text each other often and usually met up at lunch and after school ended, but hajime didn't want to be distracted, and if he had spare time he could be studying. it seemed to be working for maybe a couple of days, but hajime knew deep down he was only going to get burned out... but he pretended like he wouldn't - he told himself he'd make it work somehow.

he couldn't make it work.

so, inevitably, hajime felt that familiar feeling of anxiety and stress building up and consuming him; he was exhausted and his mind was fuzzy - the words on pages in front of him blurring together and making no sense anymore, his eyes just drifting across them without picking up any meaningful information from them. he was tired and drained but his body was buzzing with panic and urgency.

he didn't know what to do, and when hajime didn't know what to do he went to his friends.

it was the late evening now and class had finished hours ago, but he left a message in his group chat with class 77 saying he needed someone to talk to and that he'd be waiting at a park just by the school - somewhere they often hung out.

hajime sat on a bench at the park. the cool fresh air outside usually helped to calm his nerves but was having no effect on him today.

it wasn't long before he heard footsteps approaching him at a fast pace. hajime lifted his head and saw fuyuhiko, ibuki, sonia, nagito, sagishi and mahiru all rushing to him, with chiaki a little ways behind but trying her best to keep up.

they all seemed really worried, even more so because hajime had been so quiet recently. it turned out they had all been wondering what was up with him and discussing how to deal with the situation; they'd decided to give hajime space for a start in case he needed it, but they'd agreed to drop whatever they were doing if he needed them there. they didn't want to overwhelm him though, so only some of them went to meet with him, just in case the whole class would be a bit too much.

this was so much more than hajime had expected though, he never would've guessed half the class would come to him on such short notice like this. they must've been really worried.

mahiru, prepared and sensible as always, pulled a large blanket out of her bag and set it down on the ground opposite the bench as hajime watched with a confused but curious expression. then, one by one, hajime's friends sat down on the blanket, fuyuhiko and sagishi sitting on either side of hajime on the bench, with fuyuhiko gently holding hajime's hand.

fuyuhiko asked hajime to take a deep breath and then asked if he could tell them what was wrong, and hajime began explaining from the beginning the best he could. the more he talked though, the more he got worked up, and as he talked about how scared he was to have to leave all of them he found himself stumbling over his words and breathing rapidly, tears building up and then quickly running down his face, his body shaking.

"hey, hey, hajime. it's okay." fuyuhiko comforted him, running his hand up and down hajime's back to calm him. "there's no way we'd ever let that happen. if they want to stop you going to hope's peak they're gonna have to get through us first."

hajime was calming down a little just from hearing that, but by this point his tears wouldn't stop; it was like all the stress and the pain and the worry was being flushed out all in one go, and all he could do was continue sobbing until it was all out. fuyuhiko slowly pulled him in closer and hajime wrapped his arms around him, crying onto his shoulder. fuyuhiko could feel hajime shaking as he held him back, but after a couple minutes he was becoming more and more still.

"if it comes down to it..." sonia spoke up as hajime relaxed and separated from fuyuhiko a little, returning to holding his hand as he shed his final tears - "...if they will not pay for your tuition then those of us who have the means certainly will. we shall do our upmost to ensure you will be able to continue studying here, as you have every right to do so. isn't that right, fuyuhiko?"

fuyuhiko gave hajime a reassuring smile. "of course. I reckon with a yakuza and a princess and with nagito's lottery money you'd have enough to pay for a hundred hajimes to go to hope's peak" he laughed.

"ibuki will hold a concert! a big concert, better than any concert the world has ever seen! all the money from the tickets sold can go to helping hajime!" ibuki grinned as she leaned forward and used both her hands to hold onto hajime's free hand, shaking it up and down a few times before settling down again. "really." she spoke much more softly now, almost sounding like a different person entirely, "we won't let them stop you from being where you're meant to be." ibuki let go of hajime's hand and sat down again.

nagito was the next to speak: "and if they take you away and force you to study with a private tutor or anything else you don't want, then we'll find where you are and steal you away again." "we'll do it over and over if we have to." mahiru added. "that's right! you know how stubborn we all are, there's no way we'd allow that to happen, not without a fight!" sonia chimed in, one fist in the air and a determined look spread across her face. "what can they do to stop us, anyway? they're just two people. they're older than us, sure, but together we're capable of so much more, as long as we work as a team." sagishi said as they placed a hand on hajime's shoulder for a moment.

hajime had some really amazing friends.

"are you feeling better now?" chiaki asked in a soft voice.

hajime relaxed his shoulders and sat up. "yeah. I'm feeling a lot better now. I... I really appreciate you guys being there for me like this. I didn't expect you all to rush over, and you've all been so... so sweet. I don't know what I did to deserve friends like you."

"dumbass. we're your friends because you're the same. we know you'd do the same for us if we were in trouble, don't sell yourself short." fuyuhiko furrowed his brows and poked hajime's cheek. hajime smiled at him and fuyuhiko smiled back before turning to face the others again.

after another few minutes everyone began heading back - fuyuhiko walking hajime home and insisting on holding his hand the whole way.

hajime didn't want to burden his friends, but knowing they'd be there for him if anything did go wrong made him feel incredibly relieved. he could tell that even if he told them not to help out, they still would. maybe that meant he wasn't such a burden after all.

knowing they cared so much for him, knowing that they valued him as a friend as much as he valued them, made hajime feel invincible.

he'd probably never be good enough for his parents, but to his friends he was someone who couldn't be replaced.

#kuzuhina #group #hinata hajime #ask #aaaa thank you so much for the ask!!#it's been a while since I've written for one of these lil prompts #it's a nice lil break from working on my kuzuhina fic #take a break from kuzuhina to write more kuzuhina #yeah that makes sense lol

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niawritess · 3 years

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 25

Coming days were nothing but a bundle of joy and moments, where you wanted time to stop or just capture those moments. After Baekhyun's first visit, he kept visiting your family and has gotten close to them.

Sometimes, you will find him in the kitchen with your mom helping her or with your dad having some discussion where you could hear them laughing about something. Baekhyun was already close with Daniel but by coming often, they became more close and not to mention, He and Jae have become best buddies.

Chanyeol and Ria's relationship was going stronger with the time whereas, Sehun was trying hard to impress Park Sooyoung and it was going well for now.

Mark finally had the courage to ask his crush out on a date while you and Ria being his friends were the most happiest ones. One thing definitely came a surprise to you when Lauren apologized to you and the boys.

You all did forgive her as there's nothing good in holding grudge for a long time and you could notice her change of character as she was also trying to do everything for Rowoon to forgive her.

It was an usual day where you were gathered in the cafeteria, eating and talking with your seniors about the exams which were aproaching soon as everyone continued their lunch before leaving to study.

Coincidentally, yours and Baekhyun's exams were starting after two weeks. Ria and Chanyeol went to a Café to study there, while you and Baekhyun headed towards your locker to get your bag.

You were shoving your things in your bag while Baekhyun just stood there leaning his shoulder against the locker and watching you doing it where both of you unaware of the dreamy stares of some girls in the hallway.

"Ugh, I still have two chapters to finish." You groaned, zipping your bag and Baekhyun looked at you confused. "Weren't you studying last night?"

"I wanted to but thanks to someone, I couldn't because they wanted to talk for fifteen minutes and I didn't knew that fifteen minutes would be that long enough to make me sleep." You flashed him a sarcastic smile and he bit his lower lip nodding.

"And that someone is me?"

"Glad, you know that."

He chuckled taking your bag in one hand before grasping your hand and walked out heading to the library.

As you both entered in the library, you found your seats beside eachother and began to study. After some time, your eyelids went heavy and before you know it, your head was on the book and drifted in your dreamland.

Baekhyun who was busy typing on his laptop, took a brief glance at you to see you sleeping peacefully with your cheek squished on the book. He smiled as how adorable you looked before taking his phone and opened the camera to capture your sleeping face.

He slightly smiled at the taken picture and put it back before taking closing your other notebooks.

"She sleeps like a baby." He mused tucking hair behind your ear and stared at you with a dreamy smile on his lips before continuing his work while glancing at you time to time.

You stirred feeling uncomfortable and opened your eyes to see your boyfriend's focused in his work and you took the chance to stare at his face which looked nothing but attractive.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead." He spoke without looking at you and you snapped out sitting up straight before stretching your body.

"How long I was sleeping?" You rubbed your eyes and leaned back to look at him.

"Barely 20 minutes." He said closing his laptop and turned to you. "You slept well, thanks to someone."

You pressed your lips together trying not to grin at his remark but all in vain when you saw him smiling while packing up his things. You grabbed his wrist to check time and it was time to go to the Café before packing your things and left with him.

You both started working where Baekhyun informed Rose that he won't be able to work at the Café after his graduation which was too close for your liking. Rose was a little upset but she couldn't do anything about it too and you also were a little sad thinking about it.

Then someone's presence surprised you at the Café who was none other than Somi herself. She came to meet Baekhyun and you as she was moving to abroad for her further studies.

You both understood and as the closing time approached, Rose and you were seated on the table chatting with Somi where you forgot that your boyfriend was present too.

Baekhyun standing at the counter watching those three women busy laughing at something and to his girlfriend who seemed to be forgetting about him. Aproaching your table, he sat beside you but to his surprise, you didn't look at him.

Baekhyun began to sulk and took a sip from your orange juice but pouted when you didn't glance at him then sighing, he just played with the tip of your open hair but little did he knew, you were secretly glancing and smiling at him.

Not long after, Somi went home and Rose also closed the Café where Jack came to pick her up and both left leaving you and your sulky boyfriend behind.

"Hey!" You bumped your shoulder to his to get his attention and he rolled his eyes slightly pouting.

"You finally remember that you have a boyfriend." He remarked sarcastically and you stiffed your laugh.

"Eyy! What are you talking about? I'd never forget about you."

He lowly scoffed. "Didn't seem like that earlier."

You bit your lip. "That was because I wouldn't see Somi again but you have me for lifetime."

He turned his head away from you as he tried not smile at your words and stick to his sulking mission which was getting hard now.

You chuckled as you saw him smiling. "Geez, this sulky baby."

He whipped his head towards you surprised. "Did you just say baby?"

Your eyes enlarged and you coughed out. "I said sulky too."

"I only hear good things." He stated before turning away his head again.

"Come on!" You held his hand swaying it lightly. "Stop being mad, How about I treat you something?"

He looked down at your swaying hands and then you frowning. "Excuse me? Your bribe won't work on me."

"But I think it's working." You smiled trying peek at his face and he couldn't resist but smile at your cute grin.

"Gosh, I can't even stay mad at you." He muttered making you giggle and you pecked his cheek before dragging him towards his car.

"Let's go have ice-cream!"

Baekhyun frowned. "Wait.. Wasn't it me getting something?"

You nodded. "Yeah but we'll have ice-cream too."

"No, young lady. You already had that cold orange juice and now cold ice-cream? You'll get sick." He opened the door and you sat in the front seat before he walked towards the other.

"But I'm craving for ice-cream!" You whined buckling your seatbelt and he sighed too hard to even say no to you before started driving while just hoping for you not to get sick.

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(12 May)

10:23 am

Eyes wanting to be closed as the burning sensation rushed into your whole body making you lose your concentration in the class and needless to say, your head was aching so much like someone was banging it with a hammer.

You actually woke up with a slight headache but shrugged it off thinking it would go away but the opposite happened.

As the class was over, you instantly put your head on desk and closed your eyes where Ria sitting beside you came to check you up as she couldn't in the middle of the class.

"Y/n, You're burning up." She gasped placing her hand on your forehead and eyed your face turning pale worringly.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun was standing against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets outside of your classroom. The minute he saw you in the morning looking pale, he was sure you weren't well and hence he came here worried.

He instantly straightened himself when students began coming outside and they were shook to see him there. Not long before, the professor walked out and Baekhyun greeted him before walking inside.

As soon as he entered inside, his eyes spotted you sitting with your head on the desk and Ria by your side checking up on you. Ria looked up and felt relieved seeing Baekhyun coming towards them and stepped aside to let him see you.

You flinched feeling a cold hand on your forehead and opened your lazy eyes to see Baekhyun before sitting up.

"You have fever." He spoke calmly and you nodded slowly too lazy to speak.

"Let's go to infirmary, can you stand up?" He asked and you nodded.

He held your hand and you slowly stood up but a sudden pain hit your head making your vision blurry and you tried to hold something for you to hold you up but then you felt a hand on your back making you sit back.

"Sorry.. I-"

"It's okay." His arm slide around your waist and other under your knees before he picked you up. "It's okay, I've got you."

You nodded wounding your arms around his neck and your head in the crook of his neck where he felt your burning forehead making him sigh.

He looked back at Ria who was watching you worringly before he gestured her to get your stuffs and She nodded picking your stuff while walking outside with her internally squealing at the scene.

Baekhyun noticed the whispers and gasps as he walked down the hallway but he couldn't careless about it and pulled you closer hiding your face in his neck and headed outside.

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Your eyes flutter opened and you were greeted by a white ceiling before sighing getting the attention of your bestfriend sitting on the chair beside you.

"Y/n, how are you?" She stood up and made you sit on the bed before you eyed the room and realized you were at the infirmary of your college.

"I'm feeling better." You weakly smiled at her before looking around for Baekhyun and Ria seemed to notice it. "Baekhyun Sunbae went to get your things."

You nodded. "But don't you have classes to attend?"

"Yeah I will, once Baekhyun Sunbae comes. I can't leave you alone here."

You chuckled. "I'm fine, go before you get late."

She was about to protest but Baekhyun walked inside with your bag in his hand and saw you sitting, he paced towards you faster and that's when Ria left leaving you both alone.

"You still have fever." He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and you leaned into his touch. "Rest some more."

You scrunched your nose shaking your head. "I want to go home."

He nodded making you stand up. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like if I take one more step, my head will fall off."

He snorted slinging your bag over his shoulder and you frowned. "You weren't supposed to laugh, I was expressing myself."

"Sorry, your way of expressing was a little funny."

You rolled your eyes too lazy to snap back while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder helping you walk outside and the nurse smiled at two sweetly.

Walking to his car, he placed your bag in the back seat with his bag before opening the front seat door and you sat in. He buckled your seatbelt and kissed the back of your hand as he closed the door leaving you smiling.

He started driving and kept glancing at you who's eyes were closed making him grab your hand gently as he caressed it slowly.

"Someone really didn't listened to me yesterday." He spoke and you bit your lip tightening your grip on his hand.

"No lectures please." You unconsciously pouted and he chuckled before pulling the car over to your house.

You both stood infront of your front door and he fished out keys from your bag before opening it. Your parents went to a wedding and Daniel was on his school trip while Jae was at his workplace.

You already told Baekhyun about it and hence he followed you till your room until he made you sit on the bed. He made you eat your medicine which you swallowed without whining leaving Baekhyun surprise.

"I'm okay now." You said as he placed the glass on the nightstand and looked at you. "You must be busy so you-"

"I'm not that busy." He cut you off. "And I can just bring my laptop here so don't feel bothered and just rest."

You nodded as you lay down and he wrapped the duvet over you before kissing your forehead he gave you a smile and left your room.

You stirred in your sleep and woke up hearing noises from downstairs and sat up thinking your parents are back before checking the time to see it was 4 in the evening.

Getting off the bed, you washed up and changed into your pajamas as always before heading downstairs. Reaching down, you spotted Baekhyun with your mom in the kitchen while eyeing something intently of what she was cooking.

You sighed not really surprised at the view infront of you and settled yourself on the dining table. You flinched by your dad's presence beside you and looked at him confusingly.

"Open your mouth." You frowned but then saw a thermometer in his hand and open it up as he placed it inside before taking it out after seconds.

He nodded. "Your fever is down now."

He walked in the kitchen and they began to talk about something making you smile at the sight before Baekhyun glanced at you and smiled. Soon, they were done with their things and turns out, your mom was cooking a soup for you and Baekhyun was learning it for some reason.

After a while, Jae came back from work and Baekhyun got busy with him. As the time went by, he was going home but your parents stopped him insisting him to have dinner here and he couldn't refuse them hence, he stayed for dinner.

Walking in hands in hands together as you were walking him out, even though he insisted not to but you were feeling bad about it and he couldn't win over your stubbornness.

"I told you not to walk me out." He trailed off, as he leaned his back against the car before placing the back of his hand on your forehead. "Your fever is gone but still, make sure to take medicine before sleeping."

You constantly nodded at his nagging tone before feeling his intent eyes causing you to frown. "What are you looking at?"

You." He blurted out but then laughed at your surprised face. "This is the first time, I'm seeing you in pajamas."

You cheeks heat up as you palmed your cheek feeling the warmth. "I think my fever is coming back."

Baekhyun hummed, nodding as he tilted his head leaning in. "Not like you're blushing right now."

You bit your lip slapping his arm making him chuckle. "Oh, wow, you've still got the strength."

"Of course!"

He smiled but then chuckled deeply before holding your wrist gently and eyed it curiously. "I really wonder, how this small hand can be this strong?"

You rolled your eyes. "Want a demo then?"

He smiled innocently shaking his head. "No, I don't want to ruin my handsome face."

You scoffed. "And my hands are not that small."

"Oh yeah?" He opened your hand before leaning his palm against yours and giggled. "Look, they are so small."

You looked away unconsciously pouting before feeling him interlocking his fingers with yours. "But just perfect for me."

You smiled shyly before he spun you around and pulled you close making your back lean against his chest. He moved your hair from your shoulder to the back causing his fingers brush against your neck sending chills down your spine and placed his chin on your shoulder.

"You're so small, I wish... I could just put you in my pocket and steal you away but your dad would probably kill me." He pouted and you laughed before playing with his hands as he pressed his lips on your cheek.

Sighing, he turned you around as he took your arms, wrapping around his waist with his arms circled around your torso as he pulled you closer. "Do you know how scared and worried I was, when you literally passed out in my arms?"

You stared at his concerned face with a guilty expression and sighed. "Were you really worried? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been stubborn."

"Glad you know that." He smiled, playfully making you roll your eyes before he reached out, cupping your jaw slightly squishing your cheeks as your lips turned into a pout. "Do me a favor and take care of yourself, hm?"

You grabbed his both wrist, nodding as you whined attempting to let go but your breath hitched, when he kissed your lips suddenly leaving you surprised. Your eyes enlarged which you instantly closed in the moment giving in with your heart pounding loudly behind your chest and your cheeks flushed.

"I didn't wanted to say it like this but.." He trailed off smiling while scrunching his button nose cutely before kissing your forehead. "I think I really love you."

Your heart stopped for a moment as you stared in his sparkling eyes and wide smile, making you smile back joyfully. "Feeling is mutual."

He chuckled at your reply but it was worth it for now before he nodded pinching your nose and drove away.

You watched his car disappearing from your sight and you sighed smiling while remembering the moment just happened as your fingers went to your lips while a shy smile broke out on your lips as you hid your face in your palms.

Giggling to yourself, you turned around. "Ahh!"

There stood, your little brother, Daniel with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets and a cheeky grin playing on his lips and you palmed your chest. "You scared me! What are you doing there?"

He wriggled his eyebrows, teasingly. "I saw it."

You blinked, clearing your throat as you stood straight. "Saw what?"

"That you and Baekhyunee Hyung were doing..," He trailed off puckering his lips and your jaw dropped as you gasped. "Don't you dare, Dan."

"Deal, if you give me half of your pocket money." He smiled and you scoffed. "As if."

"Then, I'm going to tell everyone inside." He stuck out his tongue before running inside with you chasing and yelling. "You better stop being I kill you!"

"Mom! Potato is on killing mood again!"

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(15 May)

It's been three days to that day and you were all better now and currently were sitting on a bench while tying your skating shoes. Well, not you but your boyfriend helping you do it as he was kneeling down infront of you.

Boys suddenly wanted to go skating surprising you as yesterday they were busy studying and now this. Nevertheless, you agreed to go and were present with everyone.

"Do you know how to skate?" Baekhyun asked as he sat down beside you while tying his shoes and you nodded.

"But I don't." He pouted and you chuckled patting his back. "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Everyone walked towards the big ground where lots of people were enjoying and soon, Ria and Chanyeol began skating smoothly hand in hand leaving you smiling but someone was being grumpy.

You laughed looking at Baekhyun. "Why?"

"I want to do it like that." He replied pointing towards the couple infront of you and you sighed shaking your head before a thud sound caught your attention.

There they were, Sehun and Jongin on the ground grunting and laughing while clutching to Kyungsoo who shrugged them away making you both laugh.

Minseok and Jongdae went to them while skating and made them stand up before guiding them and Yixing behind them with his hand on both of their backs while Junmyeon was just giving them a done face as they kept falling.

"Let's go." You held Baekhyun's hand and guided him to the ground while going backwards and giggled at him struggling cutely.

"Don't let go of my hand." He tightened his grip on your hand and you smiled pulling him with you carefully. "Never."

And after few attempts of falling and trying, he finally balanced skating freely and it was obvious since he always have been a quick learner.

"Oh, you're doing great." You looked at him amazed and he grinned shyly.

"Well, I learned from the best." He raised his and now it was your turn to smile shyly.

"I have to tell you something." He suddenly said and you nodded indicating him to continue while walking backwards. "My family wants to meet you."

Your foot slipped and you gasped falling backwards leaving the latter shook and he instantly held you by your waist but it was too late as you both fell down with him on top of you.

You opened your eyes to see his face close to you making you widen your eyes and his hand under your head.

He leaned back a little to check you and giggled. "Are you okay?"

"Apart from my boyfriend telling me that his family wants to me and leaving me shook, I'm absolutely fine."

Your sarcastic answer left him laughing and you rolled you eyes before realizing you position and your cheeks heat up.

"Oh, it's blushing time." He poked your cheek and you realized that people were staring at you both.

"How many times I have told you to get a room?" You both turned to the voice which belonged to Jongin who was shaking his head and Baekhyun slapped his legs making him fall on the ground.

You both laughed and he glared at Baekhyun before you pushed him gently. "Aren't you gonna get up?"

"I don't really want to though."

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and get up."

He chuckled getting up and helping you up on your feet and you both walked towards the resting area and stood against the railing where Ria was already standing.

"I saw what you did there." She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly and Baekhyun looked at her with exact expression while you rolled your eyes before sitting on a bench beside the railing.

"I'm gonna go compete with him and win." Baekhyun sat beside you pointing at Chanyeol who was currently making faces at him purposely provoking him which was working.

"I doubt it." Ria spoke admiring her boyfriend while you and Baekhyun shot a look at her.

"Are you challenging me?" Baekhyun put his chin on your shoulder looking over her and she shrugged smugly.

"Coffee bean, cheer for me." He looked at you and you nodded chuckling before he looked at Ria challenging. "I'm gonna win."

"Wait." You stopped him as he was about to stand up and bent down a little to tie his shoelace which was loosen.

"What are you-"

"Done." You looked up at him smiling and he sighed before flashing you his lovely smile.

"I could have done that."

You just shrugged grinning before shooed him away and he walked away not before leaving a peck on your cheek.

Your eyes enlarged and you extended your arm towards him to smack him but he ran away giggling before you looked back at your bestfriend staring at you with a smirk.

You raised your eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing, just watching my bestie growing up. " She grinned mischievously nodding towards your side and you just rolled your eyes as she wasn't wrong too.

She giggled. "No but seriously, do you actually remember that couple of months ago, we were just sitting on the bleachers watching their game and not having a slightest idea of dating one of them?"

You giggled nodding. "Life really is unexpected."

"Right." She nodded. "But we haven't been spending time lately. Let's have a girls night tonight."

"Let's do it." You smiled before watching the boys pushing and pulling eachother jokingly making you two laugh at them. That's when Baekhyun was running behind Chanyeol and tackled him down with him falling down too.

"Careful!" You exclaimed but then shook your head seeing the Boys jumping over them playfully while laughing making you both girls smile.

Indeed life was unexpected yet beautiful.

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Imagine: Theo Raeken And Banana Bread

Summary: Theo Raeken just knew that today is going to be a day to remember

Paring: Theo Raeken x Reader

Warnings: Some bad words?

(Sorry! Bad Grammar!)

Theo Raeken woke up this morning with the feeling that today is going to be one hell of the day. He couldn't really express this in words, but this strange sensation in his stomach practically was screaming to him that something was about to happen. Something that most likely will make him uncomfortable, and during the years Theo learned in a hard way to trust his guts.

So this uncommon feeling, Theo knew pretty well that had nothing to do with his girlfriend's cooking last night. Even though he had his guessing that you decided to improvise while preparing the dinner, he really didn't think that this was it. Memories from last evening and your late slightly burned dinner brought a smile on Theo's face so he turned to your side only to find an empty spot next to him.

A little confused Theo immediately started searching for your heartbeat, only relaxing when it was heard in the bathroom along with running water and some pop song which you were singing. With a relieved sigh, Theo allowed a small smile to return to his face. You were fine.

As you were in the shower, Theo made a decision to prepare breakfast. He was pouring an apple juice into your glasses when you entered the kitchen. Thanks to his werewolf abilities Theo heard you coming and turned just in time to leave a slow morning kiss on your lips. And the smile that he felt during the kiss was all he cared about. Your hair was still really messy after a shower, you were in his t-shirt with Spiderman and short shorts, absolutely no makeup, and, God, even though Theo was an atheist, you looked absolutely stunning for him.

"Morning, Princess," he whispered close to your lips and then stoled another kiss.

"Morning," you whispered too. "Oh my God, you made pancakes?!" you then exclaimed as you looked at the table with this light in your eyes turning to your boyfriend to left another kiss on his soft lips. "You are the best!"

"Yeah, I decided to make breakfast today, since you have been cooking yesterday. Not a big deal," Theo shrugged with this shy smile as you two were sitting not too far away from each other.

It took you a moment to respond since you already have started eating. Still not fully swallowed the first pancake you started to speak.

"Not a big deal? Theo, your pancakes are literally the best I have ever had and trust this girl," you then pointed at yourself scoffing. "I have eaten enough pancakes to know what I'm talking about," with that you put more blubbery pancakes into your mouth ending the discussion.

Not like Theo was going to argue with you, he knew better than this. He just chuckled and continued with his own breakfast occasionally glancing at you still not sure how after everything he ended up this lucky with someone like you.

Despite the contrary belief, Theo Raeken could be sweet, he may not has a big desire to show this to the world and especially the pack but there were people who have seen the soft side of Theo Raeken, and deep down he knew that all this thanks to you. And he loves you so much for it, just to have those quiet mornings with you. This daily routine as someone can say, Theo is living for it.

"Banana bread!" You shouted suddenly making Theo chokes on his apple juice.

But for moments like this? Theo is willing to die for.

This pure excitement in your eyes that he is able to see. Yep, you definitely have Theo Raeken wrapped around your little finger. And the most unbelievable thing? Theo couldn't care less about it.

"Banana bread?" he asked raising an eyebrow. When you just nod, he continued. "Willing to elaborate?"

You sighed dramatically and rolled your eyes.

"Today, we are going to bake banana bread!" You said as excited as the first time. "Look, that can't be that hard," showing Theo your phone with the receipt you shrugged.

"Uh-huh," was all he responded but you already had taken your phone away and looked at him with pleading eyes.

And Theo? He knew that you didn't even have to ask.

That why three hours later he found himself in the middle of the kitchen, which was completely covered in white flour, eggshells, and lots of banana peels, trying to measure the exact right proportion of left ingredients.

"Aaand... done!" he announced putting two-measure cups away and turning to you.

"Great!" you responded taking the third measure cup from your boyfriend's hands and adding all the content into the form. "And now we are baking it!" you said excitedly opening the oven and putting your banana bread inside. When you were done you turned to Theo with a big smile on your face only to catch him looking at you with adoration. "What?" you asked a bit confused narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing," he shrugged coming closer to you and putting his strong hands on your waist pulling you even more closer. "I just really love you," he added slowly drawing lazy circles with his thumbs on your hips.

"Yeah?" you responded turning your head a little and wrapping your hands around his neck.

"Uh-huh," he then leaned a little closer to your lips. "So much."

With the big smile on your face, you met Theo's lips in a slow passionate kiss. After some moments you two broke apart.

"There is banana in your hair," you said with a chuckle, eyes still dreamy after kiss as you tried to put the fruit away from his dark strands of hair.

"There is banana in your hair too," Theo said but instead of letting go of you he just leaned for another kiss. "Looking hot, Princess," he then added before kissing you again, not that you complained.

You made a surprised noise when the kiss started heating up and your back was suddenly pressed to the kitchen wall, but you were far away from caring.

What you were caring about were the magnificent little kisses with which your gorgeous boyfriend was peppering your neck.

You also were concerned about the fact that the front door of your house was suddenly opened and the whole McCall's pack just entered the kitchen with no one other than Stiles Stilinski leading them. Guessing by how much Theo froze in place and more unconsciously tensed so much so his hands on your hips started causing a little discomfort, he was too distracted to know they were coming.

"We caught you!" Stiles shouted and only then looked at you two, with you sandwiched between the wall and Theo, both with wide eyes completely covered in flour and bananas, breathing a little too hard for normal in the very messy kitchen. Confused, Stiles took a look around and so did the others. That was the moment when Theo found his voice again.

"What the actual fuck, Stilinski!?" he asked furiously moving from you but not too far, with his back to you he moved a little, trying to protect you from the pack's now curious glances. "Liam, what the hell?"

"Believe me, I tried to stop them," Liam started coming closer to you two. Theo just raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms waiting for him to continue. "But Stiles got this ridiculous idea," he specifically emphasized the word while looking at sheriff's son. "That you are plotting something, so word after word and here we are," Liam explained gesturing around. "But I really tried to stop them, guys," he then added in apologies.

That only made Theo throw his head back with a low groan. He was so tired of all this, you knew this better than somebody else. So you put a comforting hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down. That was your first interaction with the pack, apart from Liam who spends every other weekend with you two and with who you are practically best friends now, but regarding the pack, you honestly hope it is also your last time with them.

"Okay, are we gonna ignore hamster in the room?" Malia said clearly looking at you and your boyfriend.

"What?" Scott, who until now was staring at you with opened mouth, finally said something.

"Malia, it is elephant in the room, dear," Lydia responded moving closer to the pack.

"Who cares?!" she asked annoyed and pointed at you. "Who is she? Who are you?" Malia demanded and came fastly to you. With supernatural speed, Theo moved closer to you trying to protect, but that was the moment when enough was enough for you.

"Y/N, but that should not be your concern," you said with clear anger in your voice as you stepped aside from Theo to stand in front of the girl and others with your arms crossed no hint of fun on your face. "What should be your concern, that the fact that you all broke into my house with some ridiculous assumptions and still had something to say! Who does such a thing!?"

"We were just worrying that this," Stiles started and pointed at Theo.

"He's got a name, asshole," you interrupted.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"That Theo was plotting something, so we decided to check," he responded with a shrug.

That was your turn to roll your eyes, but what you didn't see was that Theo did the same.

"So you thought it is completely okay to break into someone's house, just to check your stupid theory," Theo concluded coming to stand next to you.

"Well, we may or may not knew that you were staying there for the last couple of months so..." Scott started awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh my gosh!" you groaned hiding your face in your hands. "So you actually stalked him," you said not even surprised anymore.

"I wouldn't call this stalking," Stiles objected uncomfortably moving from one food to another.

"I would!" You, Theo, and Liam responded at the same time.

"This is ridiculous," you muttered shaking your head.

"We were worrying," Scott started but you didn't see the point in listening.

"No, nada, you stop right here," you started pointing at him and by the look on your face, everyone got a pretty good idea how done you actually was. "I don't wanna hear it. Out." you then pointed at the front door which was still open. When nobody moved you raised your voice. "Out! Now!"

That got everyone in action and soon the kitchen was free from unwelcome guests with Liam, who spend every moment apologizing. When everybody finally left, you felt Theo's sneaky hand on your waist as he moved you closer to him.

"That was one hell of the show," he concluded.

"That is an understatement," you responded still looking at the front door.

"But you looked so hot protecting me," he then added leaving a small kiss on your neck.

"Yeah?" you asked turning your head a little to glace at him.

"Uh-huh," he responded while continuing with kissing. "So what now?" he asked innocently.

That was the moment when the oven made a noise.

That brought a sly smile on your face.

"And now BANANA BREAD!" you shouted excitedly throwing you arms up and with a quick kiss run to the oven to examine your creation.

And Theo? Theo couldn't help but look at you with even more adoration.

That was one hell of the day, and it was only 4.46 p.m. But with you in his life, Theo Raeken was ready for anything, even if his guts right now was incredibly concerned about the thick slice of bread you were holding in your hands for him to take.

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Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x oc*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley) in a Choices The Royal Heir fan fiction

A/N We will have one more chapter after this one to conclude this series. Thanks so much for reading along with this idea of mine. I know I'm behind in responding to comments, just know that I have loved reading each one. In this chapter we begin life for Elisse and Liam while taking the next step forward into their future.

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Chapter 6 Taking the Next Step

Streets of the Capital, Cordonia...

There is something almost magical about being awake while the rest of the world sleeps. Sounds one normally doesn't notice during the day captures the imagination. Shadows beckon to be explored. Streetlights dot the different paths one can choose for an adventure through a terrain changed by darkness.

"I can't believe we managed to escape Felix and Bastien." Elisse whispered.

Liam chuckled, wrapping his arm around his bride of twelve hours. "I learned from the best how to slip away."

They walked along the freshly rain washed streets in search of the places that meant the most to Liam. He offered stories of himself and his friends, sneaking out during his social season and unity tour. Each memory was made sweeter by sharing his past with the lady by his side.

He still marveled at the fact that less than a month ago he managed to convince her to marry him. Elisse's doubts that she should remain with him left the moment he told her just how much she meant to him.

After all that Liam had experienced with love not being returned, Elisse's declaration of how much she loved him had made him grateful that he had not kept her at arms' length.

He doubted he would have been able to if he had tried. Everything about her drew him ever closer to her.

They walked on in contented silence. Each was lost in the whirlwind that had been the days leading up to their wedding. The entire country had been both surprised and pleased when he announced his intention to marry the viscountess from Monterisso.

Alamas had given her own press conference once back in her country. No one doubted that this was a love match after more interviews were conducted. It also just so happened to be a match made in diplomatic heaven. With Corodnia's riches combined with Monterisso's technological advances, the two would be a powerhouse that countries around the world wished to be an ally of.

Regina had thrown herself happily into planning a wedding for the couple. She was determined that theirs would outshine Riley and Drake's. A bit of motherly revenge guided her toward making everything bigger and more romantic. She was thrilled Liam had found someone who absolutely adored him. She also found a kindred spirit in Amalas joining to help with the preparations. The two were driven to give the couple all they deserved.

Liam and Elisse were usually caught smiling at each other or sharing a sweet kiss at events held in honor of their upcoming nuptials. Their happiness spread to all corners of Cordonia, making everyone forget about Liam's past with Riley and Madeleine. Everyone agreed that Elisse was perfect for him.

A few days before the wedding, Riley held a dinner for the couple at Valtoria. She and Drake were relieved that Liam was no longer alone. Though Elisse smiled and thanked them warmly for hosting them, she still held some bitterness toward the two.

She was both thankful that Riley's refusal of Liam's proposal led to him becoming hers and hurt that he had to suffer such heartache and betrayal in the first place. Seeing Liam no longer negatively affected by their presence went a long way for Elisse to manage to be polite.

Though their wedding day was plagued with cloudy skies that soon turned to a storm, nothing could take away from their happiness. Once inside Cordonia's oldest cathedral, hearts were touched by the sweet vows shared by the couple.

Elisse's wedding gown drew gasps of delight from the congregation. Cameras zoomed in to capture the petite lady in a sleeveless mermaid style dress. The lace that draped the white satin and then formed a slight train shimmered in the candlelight from the sparse crystals that were carefully placed as to not detract from the beauty of the design. A diamond tiara that Liam had given her the night before completed the veil less look.

For a noble from a country notorious for its secrets, her choice to not wear a veil was symbolic that she wanted to hide nothing from the man she had given her heart to.

Though the king and his soon to be queen were the envy of fashionistas around the globe, no one could ignore the fact that neither tried to disguise how completely happy they were.

Whispers of delight were shared among the guests the moment Liam took her hand and raised it to his lips. The little touches that neither could stop during the ceremony added even more to their sweetness. His wiping of her stray tears with the back of his hand. Her smoothing his lapels, only to have him press her hand to his heart.

It was a wedding that no one would ever forget.

In the midst of their reception, the couple thanked Regina and Amalas for everything before sneaking off to finally be alone.

Once inside the royal chambers the couple could finally be as close as they desired. Kisses were shared between whispers of love and attraction. Caresses became frantic as wedding clothes soon dropped to the floor.

All their moments falling in love led to this, being with the one who truly had lost their heart to them. Liam at one point paused in his movements to simply gaze down at his bride in the throes of passion that he had brought her. Her dark eyes met his fiery blue. Words were not needed. Breathless from his touch, she gently cupped his cheek as she pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

As they calmed their racing hearts in the aftermath, they shared the occasional kiss and smiles. Sleep eluded them as the excitement of the day still thrummed within their veins. Quickly getting dressed, the pair snuck down to the now quiet kitchen to raid the pantry.

Once enough sweets were between them, they sat on the counter, talking about their favorite moments of the day.

Then they discussed the honeymoon plans that had been kept from the press.

Their first stop planned was Boston for Elisse's appointment with Dr. Ramsey.

Once Liam saw her worry, he had insisted on their sneaking out of the palace and going for a walk.

His stories though, could only distract her for so long.

She stopped once they were near the shore. A smile briefly flashed when Liam folded his arms around her from behind.

His lips brushed a kiss to her ear. "What are you thinking about?"

"What Dr. Ramsey might say." Elisse relaxed back within her husband's arms. "I know after all that I have been told that I shouldn't get my hopes up." She let out a deep sigh. "But I can't help it."

He hugged her closer against his chest. He knew nothing could possibly top how happy he was with her, except having a child of their own. It was no secret to either one of them that they had each dreamed of one day having a family. Neither wanted to hear it was impossible.

Liam wanted to see a child with Elisse's dark hair and eyes, one he could spoil and proudly present to the world. Elisse wanted the same with his blue eyes and infectious smile. To see their own child sharing not only the physical characteristics but also those personality traits they adored in the other was something neither wanted to miss out on.

"We should probably return." Elisse turned in his embrace, smiling when he kissed her. "We still need to finish packing if we are to leave in a few hours."

The way his lips moved over her skin made all thoughts of packing seem less important.

Liam's smile held a hint of wicked mischief when he saw his wife's befuddled state.

"What am I to do with you?" She teased once he took her hand to lead her back to the palace.

"I will gladly go into detail once we are back in our bedroom." He winked at her, drawing another giggle from her lips.

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Edenbrook Hosptial, Boston, two days later...

Olivia paced the confines of the examination room she had been placed in. Anxious to finally begin the decision she had made a month earlier, she was dreading to hear the news that she couldn't be the one.

After confirming that Elisse would be unable to carry a child full term, Olivia's offer to be the surrogate had shocked both the royal couple and the doctor sitting across from them.

It was the most logical decision in Olivia's mind. After all, wasn't she the one strong enough to do so? She was the one who put safety above all else. Who else would guard and protect their child just as well, if not better than them?

"Would you give us a moment, Dr Ramsey?" Liam had asked.

"Of course." He stepped out into the hallway, telling them to let him know when they were finished.

"Olivia," Elisse struggled to find the words. "We can't ask this of you."

"You're not asking.” She explained. “I’m offering”

"This is nearly a year of your life you're giving us." Liam countered. "Possibly longer if the first procedure does not take."

"It will work the first time." Olivia declared. "My body is trained in not accepting failure."

Elisse snorted softly, her heart starting to gain hope in Olivia's gruff determination. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The duchess eyed them both before nodding. "I decided this a long time ago. Once I knew your medical history and saw Liam falling in love..." Her shoulders squared while her chin lifted, "I knew I should be not only a Guardian of Corodnia, but also a guardian of the future prince or princess."

"Olivia," Liam took her hand and kissed it. "I have no words to express how much your sacrifice means to me."

Her sharp gaze softened. "You owe me no words, Liam." She cleared her throat. "Now, call the doctor back in."

Olivia listened carefully to all that Ethan explained. She beat Liam and Elisse in her questions, then demanded more explanation from the renowned physician.

"Let's get on with the examination." Olivia demanded, as she stood up.

Ethan narrowed his eyes at her. "There is more to it than a simple physical exam. We need to--"

"I am ready to do whatever is needed." She spoke over him. "Are you not ready?"

Ethan bristled to the challenge he heard in her voice. Gathering Elisse's chart, he excused himself. With a jerk of his head toward the duchess, he walked out the door.

"Follow me, Ms. Nevarkis."

After blood was drawn and a physical given, Ethan asked her to get dressed then to wait until he returned.

She paced, wondering what was taking so long. She herself had one of the best doctors in Cordonia give her a physical a few weeks earlier. What if Dr. Ramsey noticed something that no one else had before?

Just as she was about to storm out and demand answers, Ethan returned.

He sat down and motioned for her to sit across from him in the only available chair.

"Well?" She bit out. "Am I healthy enough?"

"Physically, yes." He responded. "Now for the next part."

"When will the implantation be? Three weeks, isn't it, after I begin fertility medications?" She asked.

Ethan held his hand up to silence her. "The next part is a psychological examination."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Your mental health in this is almost if not more important in undergoing something like this." He explained. "You will be experiencing all the emotions an expectant mother goes through, yet you will be giving the baby to someone else."

She waived off his words with a flick of her hand. "I know exactly what I am doing."

A muscle spasmed in his jaw. "Ms. Nevarkis, why are you doing this?"

"Because I am able to." She folded her arms. "I'm the best one to do this for them. I have no intention to marry anyone in the near future. I do not have any sexual partners. I am free of any encumbrance."

He slowly shook his head. "Why do you want to do this?"

She blinked. "Why?"

"Yes. What is it about Liam and Elisse that you would be willing to do this?"

"They are my king and queen. Surely, you--"

"Personally." He insisted. "Why are you willing to give them a year of your life?"

Seeing he wouldn’t move forward with the plans, her carefully maintained shield dropped revealing a vulnerability she rarely allowed others to see. "I...there are two reasons."

Ethan leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. His piercing blue gaze warmed as he tried to be less abrupt. "What are they?"

"Liam was...is...someone I owe everything to. He is the one who helped me get over my parents' deaths. He has done nothing except stand by me through the years." She explained.

"I see." Ethan rubbed a hand down his stubbled jaw. "That is a strong, emotional reason to want to do this. But you said you had another one. What is it?"

Olivia swallowed. "Let's call it a chance to prove once and for all that I am worthy of Cordonia."

"Worthy? What do you mean?"

Briefly closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and explained her family's treacherous past and her surprise marriage to Anton.

One thing that helped her get through her past, was Ethan's lack of response. He didn't interrupt her nor did his face reveal what he was thinking.

"This is why I want to do this." She explained, her voice was full of emotion. Even she could hear the need, sadness, and desperation. "I need to do this for Liam and my country. My people."

She jumped when Ethan rested his hand over hers.

Giving a gentle squeeze, he nodded. "Then you are indeed the one who should be the surrogate."

***************

"I will stay here for the injections." Olivia explained to Liam and Elisse. "Dr. Ramsey will keep a close eye on me. When you come back in three weeks, we will begin the implantation, and then in two weeks know we are expecting."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Am I needed here at all to explain this?" He waved toward his desk. "Perhaps you should sit there."

Olivia ignored him. "Go and enjoy your honeymoon somewhere else. There is no need for you to remain here."

She grunted when Elisse enveloped her in a tight hug. Her tearful thanks were spoken in a whisper.

Liam in turn hugged her while Elisse surprised Ethan with a hug too.

"How will I ever be able to thank you enough for never giving up on me?" She asked him.

He patted her back and smiled down at her. "You don't need to." He shook Liam's hand while promising that he would do all he could to make this go as easy as possible.

***************

Edenbrook Hospital, Boston, five weeks later...

Olivia absentmindedly rubbed at the spot where blood had been drawn. She glanced at the couple who had all their hopes placed within her ability to carry their child.

Please, she silently prayed. Please let me do this for them.

Ethan returned with a smile on his face. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."

Elisse covered her mouth as a sob broke through. Liam wrapped her in his arms, tears sparking his eyes.

Olivia nearly sagged in relief. "And my offer?"

Liam and Elisse looked up. "Offer?"

"I have asked Dr. Ramsey to come to Cordonia to monitor us throughout the entire pregancy." She explained. "In exchange for not only his help in establishing a research hospital in Lythikos but in Cordonia possibly offering a grant to Edenbrook."

Liam nodded. "Of course. I was planning on doing so in Elisse's name after all that you and your hospital did for her."

Ethan cleared his throat. "I have been encouraged by our board and a few others to accept. It is a very generous offer that I can't refuse."

"Thank you!" Elisse hugged Olivia and pulled Ethan in on it. "I can never thank you both enough."

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The Royal Palace, two months later, Cordonia...

"Shouldn't we wait on Liam and Elisse?" Oliva asked.

Ethan continued to type in information. "Your blood work came back with some surprising results. I want to confirm my suspicions before we talk to them."

She reclined back on the padded exam table as he performed an ultrasound.

The east wing of the palace had gone through numerous changes. Given the equipment Ethan needed to monitor Olivia, rooms had been divided up for examinations and lab work. His own personal quarters were across the hallway from his work.

He had been shocked when Elisse showed him that they had knocked walls down to make him an apartment similar to the one he had in Boston.

"I want you to feel at home as much as you can while you're here." She explained. "You still will be welcome to join us whenever you wish for meals and events, but I know you need a space that is all your own."

Touched by her thoughtfulness, he had accepted the hug graciously that she still felt was needed to express her gratitude.

Liam also invited him to treat the entire palace as his own also. He personally gave him a tour, taking Ethan to the library at the end.

"One of Corodnia's previous rulers was fascinated with medicine." He led him over to a section of shelves on the second floor. "My mother shared his interest and she and I, in her honor, have made certain to keep up with the latest research."

Ethan saw not only many names he recognized through medicine's history but also some he had only been able to gather pieces of. Having a chance to read through all this at his leisure was an unexpected perk to living within the gilded palace.

The entire country was in baby fever. Riley was nearing her due date, causing added scrutiny whenever she and Drake were caught outside of Valtoria. The rest of her pregnancy had gone much easier now that the stress of having the royal heir was removed.

Cordonians were struck speechless when Elisse held an interview openly explaining her fertility problems. When she announced that Olivia would be the surrogate to hers and Liam's baby, the duchess was hailed once again as a hero to Cordonia.

The people in Lythikos were eager to share their opinions that they always knew she was a noble worthy of admiration, but they were also humbled by her willingness to do this for their monarchs.

Olivia and Ethan were soon the ones to dominate the public's interest. The American doctor was asked on numerous occasions how the pregnancy was progressing. Unused to such attention, his deadpan expression with quick, decisive words somehow helped to eliminate any anxiousness the citizens felt.

Olivia looked over at the screen. She failed to recognize what exactly Ethan was studying.

"Well?" She prodded, impatient over his continuing silence. "What is it that you have determined?"

A reluctant smile formed at her trying to disguise her worry with irritation. He took a few pictures and printed them out.

"That we were wrong." He told her.

All color drained from her face. "What do you mean?"

"We suspected twins." He reminded her. "Which was why I wanted to do more bloodwork. Your HCG pointed at that not necessarily being the case."

"Ethan." Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Tell me. I am at least carrying one child for them, aren't I?"

"No. You're carrying three."

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Unsymptober Day 6: Mind Control

Trigger Warnings: Unsympathetic Patton, Mind Control, Forced self harm, Blood, Knives, Dehumanization, Verbal/Emotional/Physical abuse, Gaslighting.

Note: Beginning is after Accepting Anxiety and end is after DWIT.

Once Virgil had formed an understanding with the Light Sides, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Of course this didn't mean all of their feuds were resolved. There was still the issue of Janus and Remus needing Thomas to be aware of them and accepting them as facets of his personality. Not to mention the tense relationship between them and the Light Sides. Hopefully, though, this could lead to the Lights to open up to the idea of understanding Janus and Remus as well.

The anxious side opened the door that served as a barrier in the mind palace between the Darks and Lights. Virgil couldn't help the amused smirk that stretched across his lips as the spooky- most would call absolutely terrifying- sound echoed from inside the long pitch black hallway, confirming that the thing entering was another Dark Side. Janus had put a protective spell on their door that had been there- since forever, really- as a precaution in case the Lights tried to sneak in. It was strong enough that even Virgil had a difficult time getting in every once in a while. Thankfully, though, Janus could sense when it was him and can let him in at any time.

Virgil shut the door behind him, the usual yellow glow around the rimms flashed for a brief second before disappearing, leaving the anxious side in complete blackness. The lengthy hallway was freezing and there were always sounds of...something growing along the walls. Virgil was able to proceed without a care, though. Maybe it was because his purple irises that were made to help him see in the dark automatically switched on by instinct or that he was just used to the atmosphere of the Dark Side home. Probably both.

"Hey, hey! Look who's home! Say, Dee, ya think I should melt into the wall and try and spook 'im when he gets to the living room?!~"

"You do realize he can hear you, Remus. It wouldn't be much of a surprise. And no, I've already spoken to you about melting into the walls."

"Aw, you're no fun!"

Virgil rolled his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face at the familiar voices echoing in the distance. He finally made it to the aforementioned common room and waved at the two taller figures waiting for him.

"I'm home.", Virgil greeted, letting out an 'oof' as Remus wrapped an aggressive- but affectionate- arm around his shoulders.

"Hey there, tiny! Took ya long enough!", The creative side pulled him closer for a rough noogie, laughing as Virgil tried to break free to no avail.

"Augh, Remus! Let go!"

"How did it go today? I hope they didn't give you too much trouble.", Janus approached the two shorter sides with crossed arms.

His voice was even and calm but Virgil could tell Janus was on the defensive, for his sake, against the Lights. He always was when he returned. The things Virgil told him of his experience with them had his protective elder brother mode cranked up to a million.

Virgil snapped out of his annoyance towards Remus at the question, "Uh...yeah, about that. We need to talk."

"What did they do?", Remus had loosened his grip on Virgil a bit, his tone quickly went from playful to low and dangerous. Which prompted Virgil to explain before he did anything that would reverse all the progress they made.

"N-Nothing! Well- not nothing but….", The anxious side saw their eyes narrow and he cleared his throat, freeing himself from Remus's embrace, standing up straight and rubbing his neck nervously, "Uh, so- They kind of...accepted me? They came looking for me and we talked. Thomas is no longer resisting my spot at the discussion table."

Remus scoffed, "Yeah, right. After all that?"

"I was skeptical at first, too.", Virgil admitted, "But they really made a genuine effort to understand me."

The creative side wasn't buying it, turning to Janus. The deceitful side nodded, "From what I can tell he's being truthful, Remus. And I doubt he'd speak of it if he didn't feel like all of this was for certain."

Virgil was calmed by Janus's ever present rationality. But he knew this conversation wasn't over. "Although", He began again, "I am curious about what they said about the rest of us."

The anxious side bit his lip.

Janus's expression softened, "It's alright. Take your time."

Virgil sighed, "They-well, Roman, really- said that I was nothing...compared to you guys."

Remus chuckled bitterly, leaning against the wall, "Fucking typical. What'd I tell you?"

"I understand and trust me, share your anger, Remus. But they were not only willing to hear Virgil out but also came looking for him after he, to them at least, went missing.", Janus turned back to Virgil, "Remember that this is for Thomas's sake and working as a unit is far more efficient than doing it separately. Regardless of how...strained our family ties are."

Virgil responded with a smile which the taller side returned. He knew Janus would be understanding but it was still relieving to hear out loud. The deceitful side was known to be incredibly protective of all of them and unapologetic about his opinion towards the Lights. But thankfully that didn't mean he wasn't unwilling to make amends, provided they offered the same courtesy.

"So we're letting them in just like that?", Remus protested.

Janus laughed, "Absolutely not. I'm not going to let go of all the bitterness I feel simply because they were nice once to one of us. They have quite a ways to go to earn my trust and even longer to earn my respect.", He layed a gentle hand on Virgil's shoulder, "But what happened is worth noting."

Remus hummed, still skeptical of the whole thing, "We're going to still have to worm our own way in. Plus Thomas isn't even conscious of us yet."

Janus nodded, "Naturally. We can't just have our stormcloud being the middle-man for us forever.", A fond smile stretched on his face at Virgil's small grunt in response to his pet name.

"Eh, whatever.", Remus sighed, "You're the boss. If it means I can get my ideas heard, I don't really care how."

"Very good.", Janus clasped his hands together, "Now, it's been a long day. We'll discuss this further in the morning."

The three sides separated for the evening. Virgil distinctly remembered the following morning. They had started discussing ways to ease Thomas into accepting the parts of himself that he blocks out and working from there to get the others to follow suit. Virgil still had the memory of the last thing he said to them.

"I certainly hope any of these scenarios will work. Virgil, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, no worries. Leave it to me. I just don't want you guys to have to hide anymore."

Leave it to me.

He had said. And he meant it. He would've followed through with his promise but he didn't anticipate the situation he managed to get himself into.

Virgil was speaking to Patton while they got together for a movie marathon. Everything happened so fast. He brought up the Dark Sides, their recent reconciliation, and the possibility of them being able to come to an understanding since he was accepted. Before he could read Patton's expression as his smile fell, Virgil...felt something change in him. The anxious side wasn't able to decipher what at the time but by the time he had, it was already too late.

"I don't think you should trust them, kiddo. Stay with us."

That was all he said. Virgil opened his mouth to try and defend the others, try to convince Patton that it was possible for everyone to get along. But the words died in his throat. What came out instead shocked the anxious side.

"You're right, Patton. I'm so glad to finally be away from them. Thanks for...embracing me and giving me a proper family.", Virgil had a hard time processing what he said. He hadn't meant a single word of it yet his tone, body language, and expression reflected his words perfectly.

"Your welcome, kiddo.", Patton smiled warmly at him.

"I didn't mean any of that. Patton, the others can be trusted, you guys just need to give them a chance."

"Honestly, I don't know why I stayed with them for so long. All they did was cause trouble and made me miserable.", A spiteful growl left Virgil's lips.

The anxious side thought he saw Patton's warm smile fade slightly.

"Maybe because you didn't have any other option.", Patton smiled sadly, "We didn't give you any. We had no idea how horrible you had it. But now we do and there's no need to worry anymore. We won't let them hurt you."

The moral side placed a comforting hand on his knee, "I promise."

"They've never hurt me! I was perfectly fine! I just wanted respect. And they deserve the same!"

"I'm….still afraid, Pat.", Virgil mentally swore. What the hell was going on?!

"I know. But I'll always be here. And so will Roman and Logan."

"Thanks. That makes me feel a little better.", Virgil finally returned his smile.

"No, you all are part of the problem. I'll never feel comfortable if I have to choose between two halves of my family!"

His true feelings were locked up nice and tight. Virgil learned very quickly that what he actually thought was met with consequences. Nasty ones. Patton pulled him aside after everyone had fallen asleep.

"I'm sure you've caught on by now, Virgil.", The moral side said simply, "Unfortunately, as I predicted, you aren't weak enough to convince completely. You still have some free will in there. You Dark Sides really are a pain."

He adjusted his glasses with a sigh but smiled brightly nonetheless, "But that's a-okay! I've got a little back up! If you're going to be our family Virgil, I'll have to set some rules first!", Patton handed him a small pocket knife, "Hurt yourself."

Virgil blinked at the request. Patton's sweet smile remained, "For every forbidden thought you have, you are to hurt yourself with varying severity."

The anxious side's blood went cold. Judging by his expression, Patton wasn't kidding. "Hmm, since you had three forbidden thoughts today, let's start off with three wounds. Do it.", He commanded.

Virgil's hand moved, despite him trying to fight back against the urge forced on him. He reached for his face, ready to cut just below his eye but the moral side caught his wrist, guiding it back down.

"Ah, ah, kiddo. Not on areas where others can see.", Patton purred, "We wouldn't raise suspicion now, would we?"

He guided the anxious side's hand down further. , "Here. Your stomach. I think there's a good start."

Patton released him, watching as Virgil lifted his shirt. "Under your belly button, Virge. Since you had the guts to bring them up in a positive light."

Virgil's teeth sank into his bottom lip as he penetrated his skin, dragging it along to the other side, hot blood already beginning to soak his lower half.

"Your chest now, kiddo. One under and one in the center."

Virgil complied, holding back a scream as the excruciating pain shot through him. Patton let it drag on, taking his sweet time in telling him to stop.

"Okey dokey!~ That's enough for now.", Patton clapped.

Virgil stopped on command. He made a mess, though it was nothing compared to the agony he felt. His blood was still gushing out of him, the sight, the pain, made him burst into quiet tears.

Patton's smile remained but he rolled his eyes, "Oh, hush. You're a Dark Side, you've had worse and those wounds will heal almost right away.", The moral side pat his cheek, "Now go clean up and head to bed. We have some filming to do tomorrow."

Patton began to walk away but stopped briefly, "Oh, and welcome to the family!"

With that, he left.

From then on Virgil was forced to treat the Dark Sides exactly how Patton did. He didn't know how long Patton had him under control but it was apparently it was long enough that Janus had decided to take things into his own hands and make an appearance. Virgil was so overwhelmed with joy, he had completely forgotten the situation he was trapped in.

"Dee! I'm so happy to see you!"

"Anyone who doesn't understand that should just shut up.", Virgil felt sick to his stomach. No, no!

The hurt on Janus's face filled him with so much guilt, "Virgil...it's me.", He said with an uncertain, broken voice, pointing to himself. , "Aren't we friends?"

"Of course we are! More than that, we're family!"

Virgil scoffed, "I'm not so sure we are."

Janus proceeded in his attempt to convince Thomas on his own and all Virgil could do was sit there, wishing he could scream that he didn't mean it.

Eventually, Janus being the clever snake he was, found his own way of having his voice heard. Virgil was happy, proud even but the guilt he felt was awful. If he had been there, this transition period would have been a lot smoother and they could've worked on it together.

Patton was having none of it. The more obvious it became that the Dark Sides were getting closer to their goal, the more he doubled down on Virgil behaving more and more cruel forcing him to take his side at every turn.

And every time Virgil wanted to shout that he was being controlled. That he didn't mean a word of it. He desperately wanted to embrace Janus and Remus and apologize for every nasty thing he was forced to say to them.

And every time he thought that way, Patton punished him. There was nothing he could do. He may be stuck like this forever, regardless if the others were accepted or not. Patton would find a way to use him to undo all their progress.

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"Virgil really just abandoned us all and cozied up to ol' four eyes, huh?", Remus snarled with disgust.

Janus hummed with agreement, resting his chin on his conjoined fingers, "Yes, it seems so.", He turned to the shorter side, "You know why, right?"

Remus kicked the chair next to him, " 'Course. I ain't fucking stupid! But what are we going to do? Personally, I just want to charge in there and beat the shit out of him until he lets Virgil go. But I'm guessing you're looking for something more tactful."

Janus, "Leave it to me, Remus. We'll go with the original plan of getting the other's defenses down."

"And Virgil?"

"We'll set him free, rest assured. But as you said we can't just rush into this. There's also the subject of demasking Patton's true nature. We'll have to settle that first if we want a solution long term."

"It sounds like Virgil's going to have to hang in there for awhile.", Remus gripped his sleeve in frustration.

"Yes, with you watching over him."

Remus blinked, surprised.

Janus merely smirked, "I trust you can protect him as much as possible in the meantime. Just...try not to be too obvious. I don't want to put our stormcloud in any further danger."

Remus beamed, pounding his chest proudly, "Roger that, cap!"

"Good.", Janus turned away from his younger sibling with a frown, "It'll be a long road but eventually, he will pay."

The deceitful side looked down, rubbing his thumb along the old hoodie Virgil had left behind. "Stay strong, Virgil."

@unsympathetic-october-2020

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Do you think RM and Jieun are a good couple? It's a pretty vague question but I was just reading their fics in order and it seems like for the most part, they're not very happy with each other. And this isn't a reflection on either of them as individuals, but what do they see in each other? I'm kind of asking with the Boat Party fic in mind, where the drunken fight seemed (to me, at least) way more than just a few insecurities come out. The things she said when she was throwing up were shocking; does she really think some of that, somewhere deep down? Does she remember saying all that? Would Namjoon have forgiven her if he knew what she'd said behind his back?

I saw an answer you posted yesterday saying that her quitting drinking won't solve their problems and I see what you mean. For some reason I picture Namjoon with someone who helps him loosen up, given that he has a tendency to get a bit serious and wound up as leader. But he just seems to be even more stressed and worried with Jieun. Again, this isn't a Jieun bashing post - she has a lot of baggage that she's trying to navigate as best as she can. I just feel really bad for Namjoon because she kind of seems to be taking her insecurities out on him fairly often and I'm anticipating the moment he decides he's had enough.

This is a really long ask - but I kind of imagine they're hitting a dead-end of sorts like with Tae and Cass, where they love each other but it's just not working. Do you think you'll ever write a fic where they're just doing something fun and enjoying each other's company? (Apologies if you already have and I've missed it!)

I think they see a lot in each other, but that doesn't necessarily mean they always 'click' comfortably with each other. What I mean by that is they'd be able to list what they loved (or liked, admired etc.) about the other person for a long time in quite an academic type of way. For example, their intelligence, ability to critically think and analyse, their creativity etc.) and when they are in a 'good' place, their relationship would be REALLY GOOD. But also, I don't think they have the level of comfort of some of the couples. Part of that is because they are both quite 'strong' people with quite a solid outer shell, who are less willing to be truly vulnerable. One of the moments we really love which does sort of show the more soft side to them is when they are reading in bed together in the fic 'A Late Night Discussion in Bed' (we loved the fic so much Admin N created an artwork of it here).

In the Boat Party fic, she definitely lets out a lot of her frustrations, but also it's important to note that most alcohol experts don't actually think alcohol = truth. When she drinks (and we think here she was drinking almost to the point of being black out drunk where, arguably, you could say she's not really in control at all of what she says) she would definitely lose her inhibitions, but also start talking shit. Once she drinks past a certain amount, she's simply not in control anymore over anything and all she wants is another drink (which is actually what alcohol does - dehydrates you and craves itself). She would remember bits and pieces and generally have a sense that she did something really bad, but not the full story. They did make up after that fic here.

I think it's hard for Namjoon as you say, but also he really doesn't want to give up on her. Even though, emotionally, he would feel exhausted from her drinking and a bit fed up of it all, he does intellectually know it's not so simple for her to quit something she thinks is helping her. She drinks to relax, relieve stress, socialise etc. She doesn't realise how doing it is actually making all of those things worse. Society teaches us that alcohol is the cure-all for life's problems, and for someone to go against that and reprogram the way they think is really hard. Namjoon is wary of her drinking, but it's hard even for him to fully see that she's an alcoholic because drinking (especially among intellectuals) is so normalised.

It'd be nice to see them doing something fun together. I do think of the couples they generally take themselves the most seriously as a couple. When apart, as we have seen with Ji-eun, especially in fics like Jin's Bachelor Party, she does let loose quite a bit.

#bts #bts rm #rm #rm x oc #rm x ji-eun #kim namjoon #namjoon #bts namjoon

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(wrong opinion anon 😁) Don't worry I'm not offended, I would've responded in the same way if I felt the way you do. I guess the hug was just too short for me idk. I'm used to the clinging hugs from Bellarke lol

You’re definitely not the only person feeling that way, there were some replies on the ask you sent agreeing with you. And I don’t know that I can convince you or anyone else otherwise, because I know once people have an opinion, they tend to be firmly set in it, but I can still at least share with y’all why I am loving Bellarke this season.

It could get lengthy, so I’m going to throw it under a cut.

I figure this is a good place to start. “They’ll come around.” This was the first thing that hooked me with Bellarke this season. Because not even ten minutes into the first episode, we get confirmation that Bellamy himself has already come around. And there are clearly still hurt feelings there (on both ends), but he’s the one person who doesn’t need convincing to forgive Clarke. He does it like it’s second nature. Forgiveness is their thing. (Which is implied further by the BE scene later in 6x01.)

This next. We’ve never gotten to see Bellarke smile at each other like this. E V E R. And don’t get me wrong, I love Bellarke smiles, but they’re usually muted, understated things that make light of a dark situation. Like, “Some medicine would be nice.” or “You distract him, I’ll shoot him.” or “Mama bears don’t think.” They know they’re fucked, so they joke about it. The closest one to how big and wide these smiles are is We Will Rise, when Clarke and Bellamy almost crash the rover, but that’s a smile of pure relief. They aren’t smiling just for the heck of it.

These smiles are special because they don’t need an instigator from an outside source. It’s not relief, or fear that’s causing them to smile at each other. It’s just the two of them. And just to paint the broader picture, they talk about the radio calls here. You know, what we were waiting for all of Season 5 and didn’t get a semblance of anything close to it until 5x13? Yeah, that was addressed in the first episode. And we know that after four episodes, it’s still not done being talked about. It keeps coming up because it’s imperative to Bellarke’s relationship.

This is a little more subtle, but the keys were a detail I loved. Clarke kept Bellamy’s key. Clarke. Why not Echo, arguably the person he should trust the most on the planetary exploring mission? She’s his girlfriend and he lived with her six years. Same goes for Emori, minus the girlfriend part, but he should explicitly trust her. Okay, but they weren’t in the same room and we’re going to ignore the implications entirely of why Bellamy and Clarke had to be stuck in the same room even though that’s even more proof of the writers feeding us. But what about Murphy? Again, six years in space. Bellamy is the one to continually tell him he isn’t useless, to have faith in Murphy. But when it boils down to it, he gives Clarke his key. Clarke, who left him in the pits. He still, after everything, trusts her more than anyone.

Now, I’ve gone over this more in depth before, but Red Sun Rising including the line “I don’t need you anymore” from Bellamy to Clarke was extremely telling. I don’t want to rehash the whole thing here, but you can read that meta if you want at this link. The synopsis is that the eclipse-induced psychosis prays on fears, like Clarke’s fear of losing Madi or Emori’s fear of being heartbroken by Murphy. Bellamy says he doesn’t need Clarke because he’s afraid that he does, and she left him in the pits. If he needs her again, he’s afraid she’ll break his heart again. And just look at her face, she’s terrified, even before the toxin hits her, that he’ll break her heart. She wants to be able to be there for him.

“We’ll bring Madi back. I promise.” Now, we’ve gotten a lot of focus on Clarke leaving Bellamy in the pits, but weirdly none on Bellamy chipping Clarke’s daughter. This was the rectification for that. They threw in an exact parallel to 5x08/9, except this time, Bellamy keeps his promise. And it means the world to Clarke. She can finally trust him fully again.

The separated Bellarke for just one episode. Not a longer separation like it usually is when one of them leaves. Suspiciously, Clarke gets a big dress reveal while Bellamy is not there to react. ‘Nuff said.

Now, before we even get into the hug, let’s dissect this conversation. Bellamy has - from episode 1 of S6 - already made it clear he’s willing to move past Clarke’s S5 mistakes. But Clarke still feels the need to atone because she’s that distraught about leaving Bellamy behind. She wrote it on her lantern. Yes, a girl who has committed/helped commit multiple mass murders to protect her people regrets nothing more than leaving behind a boy who didn’t even die. And Bellamy, bless his soul, wants to avoid this conversation like the plague. This whole episode has a focus on Bellamy being confused about how he feels and it starts with this conversation. We haven’t seen Bellamy express any confusion about his feelings this season until after Clarke tries to apologize and hugs him. A catalyst for Bellamy to have deeper thoughts? Maybe.

And Clarke says “You’re too important to me.” She admits it. She calls him family, something he actively excluded her from last season. This triggers something in Bellamy, because he’s gotten used to keeping Clarke at a distance and protecting himself because he thought she didn’t care. And, of course, the radio calls proved that she did, but that was before he came back. It doesn’t have to mean anything. But now, she’s admitted he means something to her in the present, the current moment. And he’s confused as fuck about it.

Now, let’s actually analyze that hug shall we? You’re on the money, it’s shorter than usual, but I don’t think that’s necessarily bad in context. Because this hug, as beautiful as it is, is unnecessary. They’re hugging just because they can. Think about it. Other Bellarke hugs have a catalyst. A reunion: 2x05 - the running hug, 5x04 - the “And now you’re home hug.” A comfort: 4x13 - Clarke doesn’t get the chance to say goodbye to Abby. A forgiveness: 3x13 - Bellamy agrees to move on, to grant himself and Clarke forgiveness.

But isn’t this a forgiveness hug, too? No! As I’ve mentioned, Bellamy already forgave Clarke. This entire conversation is initiated on Clarke’s end to give her peace of mind about what she did, it just so happens to stir up confusing emotions in Bellamy. But it’s not the monumental forgiveness of 3x13 because Bellamy hasn’t been angry with her since they got to Sanctum. He forgave her in 5x13.

And just the body language- Clarke does her signature smile of relief while hugging Bellamy. Bellamy looks confused then relaxes into it, relieved, furthering the narrative he doesn’t quite know how to feel when it comes to Clarke.

Now, this is the one I’m going to give a point to you for not being sure it’s romantic. I can see how this one, more than the others, is confusing. This isn’t seething-with-rage jealousy. I’ve discussed with with some other and it’s miserable jealousy. I think it’s mixed with Bellamy’s confusion, he doesn’t want to see Clarke dancing with another man and he doesn’t know why, he just knows it makes him sad.

Right after this, we get the B/E fight and Bellamy snapping at E/cho. His reasons are Monty, Harper, and Octavia. But none of those situations are immediately relevant. What is relevant? What is the ONLY other thing we’ve seen in this scene? Clarke dancing. Bellamy admits that he has no clue how he feels and he says it’s about Monty, Harper and Octavia, but why now? Why in the club only after he’s seen Clarke dancing with someone else?

And I’d be wary about this too, because when I first watched, I wasn’t even sure his line of vision matched up with her. How could we know he was watching her? Upon rewatching multiple times and the flashing between Clarke dancing and Bellamy watching, plus the way the camera pans, it’s clear he’s watching her dance.

All of this and more is why I’m loving Bellarke this season. And I understand frustration that it’s not like the early days because it isn’t. It can’t be. Season 5 wrecked them to a point I thought it could even be beyond repair, but Season 6 is showing that it can still be repaired. They’re not going to immediately fall back into pre-Praimfaya patterns because they’re not those people anymore. But the feelings, the care is still there and THAT is what Season 6 is showing.

Yes, there’s an emphasis on reconciliation and forgiveness, and addressing feelings because it’s necessary. Without it, they’re back where they were in Season 5, not understanding who the other person is after such a long time. They’re falling back into sync this season, not just with their feelings, but also as coleaders, which we see in Clarke being a representative for their people and in the way they lead in 6x02, giving each other their keys.

And what am I most excited about now? Bellamy’s gonna lose her again. I know that sounds bleak. But Bellamy’s focus on confused feelings in 6x04 are setting this up. He’s gonna know exactly how he feels when he loses Clarke again. He doesn’t want to accept the feelings he has for her (proven in 6x02), he wants to be in denial (6x04). But when he loses her again, he’ll know. Josephine!Clarke is going to bring out that Season 1 Bellamy, where a switch will flip and he’ll do whatever it takes to get Clarke back, consequences be damned, the same as he’d do it for Octavia in Season 1. I’m thrilled about the direction this season is going.

To anyone who’s not: that’s okay! You don’t have to be. I hope you can enjoy the show for what it is. I think this - all of it - is relationship setup and romantic setup, but hey, that’s just me.

#the 100 #the 100 meta #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #ask #i got carried away #no one is gonna read all of this #mira muses #the 100 season 6 #Anonymous

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TIP LIFE

My First 5 Months in T.I.P

Hi I'm Ma. Elizabeth Therese N. Doronela, 16 years old from Antipolo City. Taking Up HUMSS (Humanities and Social Science) in T.I.P. I take up HUMSS strand because I want to be a lawyer someday. I decided to study at T.I.P because of the good feedbacks. My school is far from my home but it's alright because I really want a high quality education to get that "Atty." before my name.

JUNE

First day of school. I arrived at school at exactly 12:35 P. M. I know that I am kinda late but its fine because our Teacher was not already in the room. As I enter the room its a bit awkward because we are all total strangers, I do not know anyone and nobody

knows me. Finally after several minutes our General Mathematics teacher Mr. Jehrist John Uy came inside our classroom and greeted us. He first discuss his house rules and the grading system in Genmath after that we introduce our self. Name - Age - Address - Something Unique About Yourself, that is what we need to tell when we introduce our self. That moment I get to know my classmates a little bit and I was shy telling what's unique about me because I have nothing to tell. My first impression to our Genmath teacher and adviser is that he is cool and a great teacher. Sir Jehrist amazes me because aside from being funny, he is also a good and smart Teacher.

My First Month in T.I.P was great, of course as I expected I will be having more adjustments because of the new people, new environment and new system here but I am more thinking about the good side.

As I walk upon the hallway I just can't stop my self from over thinking and worrying how my Senior Highschool life would be. I am now stepping out of my comfort zone and

I am stepping in to the next chapter of my life. I just can't imagine how was my life in T.I.P wherein I don't have any clue if I will be having a good friends or teachers, to be honest among all the schools that I was thinking about T.I.P is the least school that I was expecting that I will go to. I have so many thoughts about how will my life in T.I.P goes. Days passed, I get to know some of my classmates. I make friends with them talk to them and open some topics or story to some of them. I had a good time with some of my classmates for the first week of the school year and I'm looking forward to be in touched also with my other classmates. So far, so good. I get to know many things on my first weeks in T.I.P. "what?! really", "myghash", "seriously?" these words are the words that always came out from my mouth because some of my teachers amazes us with some facts and trivias. I am admitting it, my first month in my school was a bit hard because of so many adjustments but it was really fun meeting new people and learning something from them.

My favorite place here in T.I.P is the Chapel. This is the most beautiful place in the school for me because this place always brighten my day. I cant say that I always go there everyday but as much as I can I always go there whatever I am going through. Happy? Sad? Excited? Frustrated? Nervous?, chapel was always my go to place in school. Now I will share some story about my unforgettable experience in the chapel. So there's a guy who is praying in the chapel and after a minute he ask me "ate is life fair or unfair?" and I was shock because I was to exit the chapel, the guy look so sad and frustrated I think he is a college student. The next thing is I answered him, honestly It took a seconds before I answered him because I was really shocked of what he ask. "I think yes kuya because some of us is happy and some are not" I answered him, and he just nod his head. I have no idea why that guy ask me that, but I really saw the sadness in his face, that time I really want to spoke up to him and say "kuya you can get up to this, God is good". but I don't have enough time so I just go out of the chapel and start thinking and realizing what that guy is going through. I don't know what he is sad or whatever but I just wish that he can go through that situation.

JULY

This month I focused more on my studies. Nutrition Month is the main event for July, Its fun because a Doctor have some talk about healty living and taught the students about proper diet. The Month of July is full of school works and performance tasks, it makes the whole class more and more. Reportings, Role Play, Written works, Hang Outs, Milktea dates and Home Works that is what my Month goes.

I have this new discovery about T.I.P and that is the garden along with T.I.P anniversary hall. The garden is so beautiful especially at night, Its fun to watch the trees that are dancing and waving. This month makes me realize that I really need to work hard because before I go to my classroom for my first subject I saw a big board that has all the names of Dean's Listers in T.I.P QC and it makes me inspired every time I walk there and saw their names.

Aside from our classroom and lobby in building 9 , one of the place in T.I.P that I often go to is the Canteen. It's kinda noisy, messy and crowded but it is the best place to make "chika" and rant with your friend. I think the canteen has a big part on knowing my close friends because we always go there and share food and stories together. I always eat waffle and maccaroni. I will tell story about my favorite encounter at the canteen. So its our free time and me and my classmate go down to buy some food in canteen, I am craving for donuts that time and exactly I have 17 pesos in my pocket so I buy the cake butternut in happy house donut and then I pay for the donut and suddenly the seller said that the cake butternut donut is 18 pesos and my money is 17 pesos only and I left my wallet in the classroom that time and I was like worried because my room is in 4th floor and I don't know what to do, a seconds ago there's a girl who gives me a 1 peso and I was so thankful because of her. She just save me, I really appreciated it because she doesn't know me but she efforted to give me 1 peso. I said thank you for several times because I was just so happy that she helped me even if she didn't know me well. That time I realize that kindness is truely every where.

AUGUST

August is what they called a ghost month because of many suspensions and holidays

but it also a good month because it is the celebration of Buwan ng Wika. The activities are so exciting. Festival Dance, "Sabayang Pagbigkas", "Tagisan sa Pag-Awit", "Batuhang Bola", "Karerang Sako", "Patintero" and many more indigenous games are the activities in Buwan ng Wika. It's so fun because we are able to meet new people aside from our classmates because we're shuffled with Grade 12 students. "Pintados-Kadyaan" is our group name. I joined the Sabayang Pagbigkas together with my other classmates and Grade 12 students. We train and train until we memorized the piece and the the choreography, becaus of many suspensions we are able to make practice and we also rehearse the whole performance every after class. Days passed and the presentation is coming. August 29, 2019 is the day that we are going to perform it. We are all nervous and excited at the same time, after a half an hour we are all done performing our piece, we feel relieve because we really worked hard for it. We are

all confident that we can get the award.

One day after and It is the awarding day and the host announces that we are 2nd placer, we are all happy because our hard work pays off, not the first place but sill grateful. The thing that I really wanna treasure this month is the friendship that we build while practicing for the Sabayang Pagbigkas, I may not always see them or be with all of them but the friendship will be always be there.

SEPTEMBER

September is the start of the ber months, it's kinda exciting. September is also the month where marks start of 2nd grading. New grading, new life and a chance to bounce back. I admit it i do not put my full effort on the first grading cause I felt that I am having a hard time to cope with the system of T.I.P in terms of academics. I said that I will make "bawi" for the second grading. This month is very stressful one because of too many school works. This is also the month where I always go home late because me and my classmates used to hang out every after class. Here's my fun story, one afternoon I am walking in the hallway because I'm going to the comfort room then I was singing the song "Imahe" and a group of college students saw and hear me singing and they all sing with me and I laughed so hard they are all funny. We are all laughing like we know each other.

I putted more effort on learning and getting a high scores in tests this month. Oral Communication is one of my favorite subject not only the subject but also the teacher which is Ms. Aivy, she is such a good teacher she's my favorite teacher. I am always looking forward to see and have discussion with her. I learned a lot from Ms. Aivy academically and she also from her life experiences. I remember this line from Ms. Aivy "You will learn If you are willing to" and I think that is beautiful. Nothing is more beautiful than a Teacher who believes in his/her students. She is one of the kindest person I know, she is a very inspiring woman. Ms. Aivy is one of the best people I know in T.I.P.

October

October is the month of intramurals, the theme is The Hunger Games (Rise of the Districts) and my section which is 11HUMSSB2 are in the District 4 Fishing. Of course before the Main event which is the sports, The advisers make a try out for all the fishing team members. Volleyball, Basketball, Badminton and many more and I try out for the sport which is Volleyball and I passed the tryout, I was playing volleyball since 2013 so I have a much skills to play. There's also Street Dance Competition, Battle of the Bands and Mobile Legends.

All the students were so excited because of too much activties we are going to do in the latter part of the month. Before the intramurals we train and make some meeting with the whole fishing team and its so fun meeting other people once again. We are all from different sections and strands but we are united as one, as Team Fishing.

Days passed and the Intramurals 2019 is held. October 21. 2019 Early in the morning I woke up at 5 A.M. because the players needs to come to school at early as 6:00 A.M. The Opening Ceremony of the Intrams 2k19 was blast there's the presentation of the escorts and muses of each districts and also the performance of drum and lyre by the Quirino Elementary School students. After an hour all the sports are starting. 12:00 the Volleyball game started and we are all excited to play. The first game is Fishing vs. Textile (Women's Volleyball). The game was started and Its so fun, the game is exciting because of the strength of each team. Our first game was a win and we are all happy and were looking forward in the next game. After the game I ate at the food bazaar and take some rest. The event in the afternoon is the battle of the bands and it was lit, it was so fun hearing the talents of those singers.

The second day of the Intramurals is also a big day for us because it is our semi finals for Volleyball. Our opponent is the Team Lumber. The game started at 12:00 P. M

the summary of the game is in the first set the Lumber won and in the second set the Team Fishing won and at the tie breaker which is up to 15 only the Lumber won. We might not get the final spot but we are happy because we are in the third place. I'm kinda sad because of that but at the same time I feel relieve because I can rest after the game. The third and last day of Intramurals was a blast because of the performance of Street Dancers, they are really good dancers and after that the final games for Volleyball and Basketball and also the awarding. Finally the Intramurals 2019 was done, too much fun and too much memories that I will treasure forever. The friendship and team we've made will be forever in my heart.

I learned a lot. Sportmanship, Friendship, Hardwork is the really essence of that Event. It's not the sports and games that I really had fun but the people who I met and all the learnings.

Hardwork Beats Talent When Talent Fails To Work Hard.

In summary my first five months in T.I.P is like a rollercoaster ride. There is ups and downs but I am still grateful because I know that God has a plan. Looking forward for the next 5 months in T.I.P. I learned a lot and that's what matters.

It is fun being a certified TIPIAN, I am proud that I am a student of Technological Institute of the Philippines.

#TIPISHEART

#TIPLife

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askthechaoticwitch · 5 years

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➡ @xmalfoydracox ⬅

As he waited for her to respond, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t gonna like what she had to say. Arching an eyebrow at her words as he crossed his arms over his chest, a soft huff escaping his throat as definitely knew now that what she was gonna say he wasn’t gonna like. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you purposely be mean to anyone, well besides when purposely swore to get revenge on your parents murderers but that is understandable.” He mused out with a shrug, it was true he honestly didn’t think they female had a mean bone in her body. The one that was mean out of the both of them was him, so for her to be the one that’s gonna to be mean felt odd. Though he could tell she was a bit antsy to do so by the way she played with her sweater, he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to explain herself but he needed to know why so he kept quiet.

He couldn’t help but to snicker when he heard her call him wonderful, he was far from being wonderful. Though he pressed his lips together when she used the word friend, were they still friends? He hadn’t thought so moments before running into her, so her to confirm they still were made him feel relieved and happy. Though that happiness disintegrated quickly as he continued to listen to her words, a sigh escaping his throat as he shifted quickly. She did realize that Draco had been just as bad, that he had been nothing but a bully? Sure he mellowed out a lot but it doesn’t change the fact he was horrible, now he was worst than just a bully - he was a death eater. However he hadn’t really bullied anyone much of lately, he just hasn’t been in the mood and plus he’s been focus on trying to make a relationship work and trying to succeed with his mission.

Unfortunately he couldn’t control what Pansy did when they weren’t near each but still he wished she’d grow up just a tad bit, normally he’d look pass it all as long as she wasn’t being two face about him but he could tell it was getting to the female. Oh she definitely had a heart of gold, it was something he hoped she’ll never lose. “That doesn’t surprise me, she can be quite a bitch when she isn’t distracted with me. Do I even want to know what she did to cause the boy to end up in the hospital wing? I know how much it bothers you and some others, I also know how cruel that name is. I’ve called Granger one plenty of times, hell I’ve witnessed her cry over it. It vile but I don’t think anyone who has quite a distaste for muggleborns will stop using it anytime soon unfortunately, tho being called mudblood will be the least of the muggleborns concern if the dark lord takes over.” He spoke in a low tone, annoyance slipping through the seams of his words. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with any drama but it looked like this year was full of it, maybe he should have stayed single.

The moment he heard what she said next, he couldn’t help but to pinch the bridge of his nose. Did he really know who Pansy was? He thought he did but he could be wrong. Honestly come to think of it, most of his friends where his friends because it was convent for him at the time. Now he sticks with them because they’re all he has, well minus Maximoff. Another snicker escaped his throat as she continued to speak, she thought he deserved all that? Boy was she wrong, he deserved none of that. Especially if she knew his secret, hell he was pretty sure she’d learn to hate him. Why would she want to be friends with a death eater, especially when death eaters killed her parents? Hell let alone he was suppose to something completely worst than what Parkinson was doing, he definitely doubted she’d continue to believe any of her own words - not that he could blame her.

And then all of a sudden she dropped a bomb on him causing him to freeze, he couldn’t stop the look of pure heartbreak that crept upon his facial features in that moment. She loved him of all people? Why? Why him of all people? He didn’t deserve it, not one little bit. She however deserved the best and that definitely wasn’t him. “I- What?” Draco muttered out as he tried to form words to respond with, however it was as if he was chocking on any words that dared to even form within him. She had caught him so off guard that he was a mess, well he was already a mess but this was the first time he was allowing her to see him this way and he didn’t exactly like it one bit. He was just powerless to control it right now, which he would kick himself for later.

By the time he was able to regain control of himself once again, she was walking away from. He mentally cussed himself out as he ran after her, she couldn’t just do that then walk away as if nothing just happened. Uh huh, that wasn’t fair so as soon as he caught up to her he grabbed her wrist and held onto her til she looked at him once again. “I probably don’t know who she really is, I’d like to think that I do but I could be wrong. As I said I know she can be quite a bitch but as long as she has been two face about me, I simply just shrug it off. I probably shouldn’t but I do, I will talk to her about it though. However we need to discuss the whole you being in love with me.” Malfoy mused out as he felt the wetness against the palm of his hand, he knew right then and there that she had been crying or it seemed to be that way.

Wanda heard Draco running towards her, but ignored it and kept walking, determined to not discuss the situation. However, when he grabbed her wrist, she had no other choice but to face him, to look into those eyes who had captivated her heart.

She sniffled softly, wiping away some tears with her sleeve as she said "Look, there's nothing to talk about. It's my fault I dropped this off onto you out of nowhere, it wasn't fair nor appropriate of me to do so. However..." the brunette took a breath, finally brave enough to state her opinion. "What I said is true - I really think you're a good person. Unlike that... "bitch" as you called her, you do have a loving heart and actually regret your past actions. You were taught all the wrong and cruel ways but as your friend I'm supposed to guide you to the right path."

The girl took her friend's hands in his, a faint smile gracing her features for the first time in a long time. "You deserve do grow in a healthy environment and to meet kind people... I'm afraid Pansy isn't the type of partner you'd have a great future with. I'm sure there are many trustworthy, loving people out there who would be glad to share the rest of their life with you once they get to know you like I do."

Her smile faded in an instant but she kept composure and continued "Look, forget what I told you about my... you know. That special someone you'll date doesn't even have to be me. In fact, I encourage you to find someone else. This thing, you and me, could never happen, you don't even love me like that in the first place. But that's alright, I can manage to deal with my... problem. I'm sure it will pass after awhile, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love you as much as now."

Wanda had calmed down by then, but worry was peeking through her chocolate brown eyes. Draco was still with her and she finally had the chance to ask him about something she had wanted to discuss with him for quite a long time. Other people might have not really noticed how the Slytherin had changed, but the Gryffindor effortlessly did so. The girl knew it'd be good to give him privacy and let him talk to her when he's ready, but long time had passed and she couldn't stand seeing him hurting so she decided to be the one to bring up the topic first.

She began to speak in a soft yet firm tone of voice, his name rolling off her tongue lovingly "Draco, dear, I can see the past few months have been rough to you. You haven't mentioned anything about it, but I can clearly notice there's something bothering you, a burden on your shoulders."

Wanda moved closer to the boy and gently touched his cheekbones and cheeks, examining him. Her heart began to ache horribly as she saw in what miserable state he was in. "I see you're not fine at all and it hurts me. There are dark circles under your eyes, you skin is more pale than usual, you often seem exhausted as if you rarely get sleep, you barely eat and your eyes... your eyes are empty. I need you to tell me what is going on. Why are you so busy all the time that you stopped taking care of yourself? What's troubling you?"

Wanda knew Draco was the kind of person to deny her words and to refuse to get help. That's why before letting him speak again, she kissed the ghostly white knuckles of his hand and added "Just know that whatever the reason might be, it could never make me stop loving you or love you any less. I've trusted you before, now I need you to trust me with what you're going through. I can handle it."

#draco malfoy rp #draco malfoy #xmalfoydracox #wanda maximoff rp #wanda maximoff rpblog #hogwarts au #harry potter rp #harry potter au #hp rp #hp au #marvel rp

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galfridus1 · 6 years

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CONGRATS FOR THE 500 FOLLOWERS! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ So... Ahem, this is the first time ever I ask for something like this... Thus I'm pretty excited... Would you mind doing number 7 with Escanor and Merlin? I'm 100% sure you'll do an AWESOME job *^* Thank You! (And congratz again!)

Thank you so much! And thanks for the vote of confidence as well. I really hope you like this!

This story was inspired by some real life scientific findings which have been discussed in the press recently. Fruit flies like sex, or at least the males do. This is a fact (see here for more). And Merlin would definitely have been in on this line of research, though her experiment here is slightly different.

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It had been a mistake to visit Merlin’s lab.

Biting his lip, brow sweating slightly, his eyes tracked her as she sashayed across the room and Escanor struggled to maintain a semblance of stoic interest. He had never been so embarrassed in all of his days. His skin prickled and his face flushed with heat, his heart racing uncontrollably as he tried to get ahold of his himself. But it was no use. He licked his lips involuntarily as Merlin came closer to him and he could see, in sharp detail, every inch of her form, the flawless skin and delicate curves designed to send him crazy. Her lack of clothing had never affected him like this before, but this was hardly a typical day.

It had started well enough. Since the end of the War, it had become clear that his fears were unfounded, just petty jealousy on his part. That golden boy he had worried about clearly had other fish to fry, leaving Merlin free to enjoy her experiments now that Britannia was restored to something approaching its former self. She had returned to Liones, esconsing herself in the Magical Research Building, resuming her life before they had been exiled as if nothing had happened.

And he had let her. Every day, he told himself that this would be the day, the day he finally told Merlin he loved her. More than anything. More than the sun, and the moon, and the stars. Even more than the freedom to just exist in society that he now so enjoyed thanks to the glasses she had fashioned. But no matter how hard he tried he could not summon up sufficient courage to explain how he felt, not even via the medium of poem.

Alcohol had not helped either. The Captain and Ban had suggested a little Dutch courage, and had practically poured the concoction they had created for the purpose down his throat. With wicked grins, they had shoved a bouquet of flowers into his hand and pushed him unceremoniously out of The Boar Hat to go find Merlin. But he had been too drunk to navigate his way along the winding streets of Liones and had collapsed into a puddle at the side of the road, only to be rescued by Diane and King some hours later as they returned home. Escanor found he could not bear to be in the same room as the pair; he cared for them immensely and yet found their obvious happiness pierced through his chest.

Meanwhile Gowther had suggested modifying Merlin’s memories to make her more susceptible to his advances but, tempting as the idea was, Escanor had put his foot down. The doll had stared at him blankly, before resuming his book, the slight shrug of the shoulders his only remaining comment on the matter.

It was because he was so weak and pathetic with his glasses on, that was the trouble. Why would Merlin wish to bother with his night self? He stuttered, prevaricated, fussed, and generally made himself a nuisance. What he needed to do of course was approach her during the day, but he did not want to become him and so forfeit his pleasant life in the city.

But in the end he arrived at a solution: at half past six in the evening, just as the sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon, Escanor had stood outside the Magical Research Building, nervously pulling at his waistcoat. It was slightly baggy but not excessively so, and it would fit perfectly in due course. With great trepidation, he had removed the round glasses from his face, feeling the pride of a lion surge through his veins as his frame elongated and his muscles expanded. The sorceress would surely find him irresistible now.

Stealing himself, Escanor had rung the bell Merlin had hooked up to the door, unsurprised when it swung open on its own. Merlin hated to be interrupted when she was in the middle of an experiment, particularly to do something as mundane as answer the door, but she would permit visitors if she was in the right frame of mind. Every step he had taken up the stairs, the more excited he had felt. He was going to tell her, and she would be his and the whole world would shine with their love.

Then he had made his way into her sanctum and his dreams were almost immediately shattered to pieces. It was the smell that had hit him: a sickly aroma of dates and orange peel and something he couldn’t quite place. It only took a few breaths of the air before he had noticed his heart begin to race, his clothes suddenly feeling too tight and uncomfortable, his ability to think seriously impaired. And as he had struggled with this new reality, trying to work out why he had apparently lost control of his body, Merlin walked into view and all his courage had vanished in an instant.

“M…Merlin, how are you?” he spluttered, feeling his face flush as she flashed her seductive smile. Not the wittiest or openings but it was frankly a miracle he had been able to croak out something intelligible. As the woman of his dreams strode towards him, her hips swinging with her gait, he stood mesmerised, unable to take his eyes away from her. It was with a great effort he forced his gaze up to her cherry red lips, not finding that this helped him much with his predicament.

“Tolerable. This experiment could certainly qualify as intriguing.” Merlin looked longingly over her shoulder towards her work bench, some sort of apparatus placed in the very centre and Escanor started slightly to see the contents move. “Come and observe,” Merlin continued as she led him to the table, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. Escanor however found it difficult to move; whatever this odour was it affected him greatly.

“You can sense it too, I see, even at this low concentration. Most interesting,” Merlin mused as she examined him critically. “I presumed the effect was limited to these files but evidently this potion has great potential.”

“What is it?” Escanor gasped, his face red as a brick. Struggling to breathe, he looked into the contraption of Merlin’s creation. Inside the glass box were several chambers, all of them buzzing with large numbers of tiny insects. Escanor noticed however that some of the animals had green dots on their backs, and that these were concentrated in one part of the box in particular.

“Fruit flies,” Merlin said, a small smile curving over her face. “I’ve modified some of them so that they have no sense of smell, and those left in the usual condition I have marked with a fluorescent green ink. You will observe that these marked flies are all congregating in this corner? That is where I have placed a small drop of the potion.

“It turns them on,” Merlin said bluntly as Escanor stared at her, his mouth unable to form words. “My hypothesis was that non-humanoid life forms have no interest in sexual desire but you can see that this is not the case. Those flies who I have left able to experience pleasure are deliberately seeking it out.

“This potion is very mild,” Merlin continued, her smile faltering slightly as she moved closer and Escanor thought his heart would explode as it thumped cruelly in his chest. “I believed it would only influence these dumb creatures. I am surprised to see you have also fallen prey to its effects.”

His desire to run away growing to critical levels, all traces of pride completely erased, Escanor collapsed on the floor, doing his best to hide the way his body was responding so embarrassingly to Merlin’s experiment. He was on fire; every muscle, every nerve was twitching uncontrollably as he looked at the woman who had haunted his dreams for years. He drank in the sensual curve of her lips and the sparking intelligence in her amber eyes. He had never wanted Merlin so badly.

Frozen to the spot, Escanor watched as Merlin placed the glass box in a cabinet, before opening the window as wide as it would go. She then returned to her workstation, quickly combining the contents of several vials before briefly heating the potion over a small flame. The liquid boiled slowly, viscous green bubbles bursting at the top of the test tube as Merlin gave a cry of triumph.

“Here,” she commanded as she shoved the vial under Escanor’s nose. “I know it smells bad, but you will feel better, trust me.” Without further ado, Escanor took a deep breath, gagging as the new odour hit the back of his throat, burning the inside of his nostrils. ‘Smells bad’ was an understatement; he had never encountered any aroma so vile in all of his days. When the stinging in his throat subsided however, he found he could stand, the urges he had contended with moments before having completely subsided.

“I… I’m so sorry… that was unforgivable,” he muttered with a slight bow, the heat in his face now arising from pure mortification. As he lowered his head he caught sight of his clothing, shame welling up in his breast as he saw how baggy his waistcoat now was. Evidently night had fallen, and he was once more the powerless weakling Merlin do doubt despised.

Gaze fixed on the floor, Escanor started to shuffle towards the door, hoping to make a quick exit now he was back in control. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, Merlin’s fingers digging slightly into the fabric of his clothes.

“You don’t have to go,” she murmured, using two long fingers to raise his chin and Escanor was relieved to see nothing but kindness in Merlin’s eyes. She had always been so good to him, no doubt from condescension, but he valued her friendship more than anything in the world. “You get more interesting every day,” she continued, her smile broadening and Escanor felt his heart would break. When would he accept that his dreams were just that? Merlin could never return his affections.

He was extremely surprised therefore when, moving closer, Merlin placed her lips on his. It was slow and chaste, and he stayed stock still, unsure of what to do. Merlin however was undeterred, pulling his arms around her waist and Escanor finally gave way, electricity running through his veins as he permitted himself to return her kiss. It was everything he had dreamed of and more, her soft sighs stirring his blood anew as Merlin ran her fingers into his hair.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Escanor groaned as they broke apart, gasping for air. Merlin grinned at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck in a way that threatened to hypnotise him. His own hands dragged up her back, feeling the silk fabric of her gown under his palms.

“I know,” she murmured as she returned his embrace, pulling him close as their lips met once more.

#nnt #prompt collab #merlin #escanor #escalin #this is an amazing ship to write #seriously it's like my third favorite ship to write now #i love escalin #fanfiction

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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June 11 Dancitron Movie Night - Star Trek: The Undiscovered Country

Soundwave is home from his vacation and movie nights are back on. Yay. On the other hand, he came home bound and determined to convince Prowl that their relationship should no longer be secret. (A rather open secret, considering that they’re always leaning against each other at movie nights and are legally registered as amicae, but still.) Prowl only very reluctantly agreed.

And spent the whole movie night tense and nervous that Soundwave going to exercise of that new freedom during the movie.

(He didn’t.)

Today ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave hasn't been home long at all - roughly four hours of catching up and being drowned in information and backlog and the occasional bit of affection by the deployers - but he's got something important to do before the movie starts. While setting up, he pings one mech, and one mech only.* VProwl *Prowl had been hoping he'd get a ping like this. Even though it had already been a couple of weeks, he was already feeling his absence. A little time with him before the movie would be nice. He pinged Soundwave back.* «Ready for me to come over now?» ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave had surprised himself with how much he'd missed Prowl as well, and how quickly. On the missing Monday, he'd had to keep reminding himself that he didn't have a night to host and wouldn't be seeing Prowl. It was... odd, dipping out of such a long-established meeting schedule like that. He didn't know how else to describe it.*

(txt): Affirmative. Much discussion required. Request: Relax. Personal stressfulness expectation: Low, lower moderate.

*Closer to higher moderate itself, he thought, but he didn't want to scare Prowl and it seemed to him that fibbing would hurt less than spooking him. Squeaked by the rule on that one.* VProwl *Well, as long as Prowl doesn't find out he lowballed the estimate.* «That's fine, I've got a matter to discuss with you as well. Also low-moderate stress. Not work related.» *Interpret as: not camera related.* «I'll be there in about a minute.»

*And in about a minute, he was, automatically looking toward their usual couch to see if Soundwave was waiting there.* ItsyBitsySpyers *The usual couch was - he'd meant for Prowl to be able to sit down - but Soundwave hadn't finished getting anything else done yet, too busy helping Ravage get the night's refreshments up.*

*He looked up, blipped, and placed a waving hand animation on his visor, all four limbs full of glasses and bowls.*

[[Greetings, Prowl.]] *If the affection lacing that thought isn't clear, the pair of similarly tagged pings should be.* VProwl Greetings. *pingpingping.* Do you need a fifth hand? *either way, he drifted closer to Soundwave; no point in sitting yet if Soundwave wasn't there.* How was your trip? Agonizingly long? ItsyBitsySpyers *He didn't bother disguising the pulse of brightness at the return pings. Ravage chuckled into a glass.*

[[No, thank you. You are a guest.]]

[[It was four days longer than he originally agreed.]] *Small huff. See. He knows how to take a vacation. Sort of.* [[And... interesting. He didn't stay on Pahvo.]]

*One of the feelers sets its burden down on the bar and moves for Prowl's hand. Can he have this while he works?*

[[Have you heard of Risa?]] VProwl I'd like to imagine I'm a helpful guest. *But if all Soundwave wanted an extra hand for was to hold, he could have it. Prowl took the feeler, running his thumb around the end.* No, I haven't. Was Pahvo—unavailable? ItsyBitsySpyers [[You are. He'd like your attention on other things for now.]]

*The tendrils curl around Prowl's fingers and Soundwave relaxes some more, plates loosening but not puffing out.*

[[It was available. He thought it wiser not to treat it as such.]]

[[Risa is a fascinating place. Many aliens. Comfortable atmospheres of all kinds. Much to do. A planet designed specifically for vacations. He did a great deal of thinking there.]]

*Soundwave's other feeler frees itself and rummages around in his subspace. It pulls out a small, black box filled with assorted tins, packets, injectors, and whatnot.*

[[Here. For you. He decided to bring one of the recreation options back with him.]] *Glance.* [[You might not recognize most of them. Don't worry. He included a slug with Ratchet's reports on each one of them.]] VProwl Oh? *But Soundwave moved on before Prowl could ask more about Pahvo. Maybe another time.* So, somewhat like Hedonia? You're—familiar with Hedonia, correct? *He'd been visiting the Lost Light about the time it left Hedonia, hadn't he?*

*Prowl took the box and set it in his lap so he could flip it open with one hand. He looked over the contents critically for a moment, and only recognized the design of one of the injectors—but it was enough to guess what the rest of the contents were. He cast a sideways glance and a tiny smirk at Soundwave.* None of this is illegal, right? ItsyBitsySpyers *He did it on purpose. He didn't want to spend the night arguing about why he should or shouldn't have stayed there. There was a bigger debate - possible argument - waiting in the wings.*

[[He didn't go to Hedonia, but he has heard about it. That is a reasonable comparison.]]

*There. He's done with the bar. Time to move couches and chairs. The feeler holding Prowl's hand will just reel out more so he can continue doing that.*

[[The sparkling pink one isn't. The others can't be. They aren't on your planet's books yet.]] *He knows which ones are. He checked after Prowl mentioned being into intoxication.* [[And this part of his Cybertron is under his control. He has no laws against any of them here. Just don't take the packet with the orange stripes into New Praxus.]] VProwl Good to know. And thank you. *he ran his thumb around Soundwave's feeler again, affectionately.* I'm sure I'll have fun with these. ItsyBitsySpyers *Huff.* [[He hopes you do. Save a few for when you're in his company. He admits to some curiosity about how you act on them.]]

*THUMP. There's the one the biggest mechs usually sit on.*

[[He thought about you other times as well. As a matter of fact, you were the cause of an-- interesting conversation, with another telepath.]] VProwl Taking them is no fun alone. And I DO need a spotter.

*An "interesting" conversation. Prowl glanced at Soundwave. That sounded worrisome. But no, Soundwave said lower-moderate stress. And he HAD brought a gift. (What if it wasn't a good gift? What if it was a soften-a-blow gift?)* ... Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave was absolutely NOT looking at Prowl just then. Even the feeler claws had curled in a little so the optics on them couldn't see.*

[[Yes. She was quite opinionated. And sensible, for an organic. It gave him some perspective he was missing.]] VProwl *Soundwave wasn't looking in his direction and was talking about having gained perspective. And had given Prowl a nice gift. Lower-moderate his aft.* ......... Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Mm.]]

*He's silent a long moment, and while words don't cross the gap, a loose sense of anxiety does. Whatever he's got to say now can't be easy.*

[[He'd like to - to renegotiate our personal relationship.]]

*The tendrils curl tight, maybe too tight. His plates follow, slowly pulling in and clamping together.*

[[He wishes to take it public.]] VProwl *Prowl tensed up more and more the longer he waited to hear what was on Soundwave's mind. So tense, in fact, that it took him several seconds to actually make sense of what Soundwave had said.*

*And then he gushed out a relieved sigh and slouched back in the seat.* Oh, thank goodness— Don't DO that to me.

*And then another few seconds to REALLY make sense of what Soundwave had said.* ... You /too/? *It wasn't a pleased "you too".* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave turned with a table in his arms and stared, confused.*

[[...Don't do what?]] *He shook his head and set the table down.* [[What do you mean,]] [][][]you /too/?[][][] VProwl Don't do— Don't act like— I thought it was going to be something bad. *He paused.* ... Worse. *Because he was not a fan of this development at all.*

*He looked down at his gift box, rubbing his thumb against one corner.* Okay. I'm— This is the matter I wanted to talk to /you/ about, by the way— I meant to bring it up a lot earlier, but things *interpret as: Unicron* got in the way— Tarantulas and I are, uh, of—officially dating now. So. I was going to tell you that, and also tell you that he—cajoled his way into getting me to risk—being public with /him./ So, if he gets to—to make that terrible decision, then—to be fair, I was going to offer you the same option.

*He glanced sideways at Soundwave, much more grimly than a moment ago.* I had hoped you'd think it was an awful idea. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave straightened up and kept staring. What did Prowl think he was going to--? Oh. Ohhhh. Hmm. Yes, he could see how someone outside his head would mistake that for-- yes.*

[[He apologizes. He had no intention of making you think it was - what you probably thought it was. These kinds of discussions are unfamiliar to him.]]

*Soundwave listens to Prowl talk with only a soft* [[Ah.]] *At the "officially dating now". Honestly? He'd thought they'd gotten to that point a long time ago. Good for Tarantulas and Prowl, then. ... But if the spider ever seriously hurts Prowl? What Soundwave would have done to him before won't compare to what he'll do now.*

[[Congratulations to you both. He hopes that development pleases you.]] *Because his apparently doesn't.*

[[It is not an awful idea. It--]]

*Give him a moment. He needs to collect his thoughts.* VProwl *Prowl sighed.* The /dating/ does. The /being public/ part— I—

It IS an awful idea. I'm still a public figure. A hellaciously unpopular public figure. More popular than I was a few months ago, but that's saying very little. There's still people—from BOTH sides—that hate me from the war; and the people that WERE on my side now no longer have that as a reason not to find a way to get back at me; and I'm about to make a whole bunch of new enemies, nearly all of whom are guarantee to already be criminals.

I—don't want to be public. I don't want everyone who wants to hurt me to know that the fastest way they can do it is by pointing a gun at a civilian with social anxiety and the single most easily-stigmatized alt-mode to ever be imagined. He—talked me into it—mainly by pointing out that the war IS over; and it is, things ARE less violent—for now—but, it's—I still don't like it. And I—As much as I don't like that I'm already giving people a target, I don't want to give them /two/ targets. Even if you're a much harder target, you're still a target—with seven smaller targets attached. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave patiently and politely listened to everything Prowl had to say, sitting himself down on the table when Prowl said "I--don't want to be public." It seemed the decision had already been made. And more fool him for thinking that it could have been different. That the organic actually knew anything and wasn't just filling his head and spark with fluff and vain hope.*

*He would respond with one argument, and one question, and if Prowl still stood by what he'd already said 100%, so be it. No further debating. Soundwave would just take it as a life lesson.*

[[He knows who you have been. He knows who you are, and who you mean to be. He knows the kinds of enemies you have and will continue to make. It occurred to him while he was on vacation that he has /already been/ quietly willing to help you fight them if asked - or if you didn't, but it became necessary for him to try. The only change going public brings is that /you/ and /they/ can now know what he already did.]] [[What concerns him is whether /you/ want /his/ enemies.There are mechs and organics on all sides who hate him as well - but they are not the worst. One of our species' /gods/ hates him, and--]] *His biolights turn a sickly pale with fear. He hasn't told anyone else this, but he can't ask this of Prowl and not tell him the truth. It is not fair to draw him in and not tell him what he's really facing. The sentence that follows is hushed and laced with bitterness and terror.* [[--And will see him as a high-priority enemy as long as he bears a piece of Primus within him.]]

[[Those seven smaller targets are /his/ duty to worry about. You do not carry them. He does. Their safety is his concern, and they are - are welcome to protect themselves and leave, if this terrifies them.]] *The tone remains a little bitter but takes a hard turn away from terror and toward sadness.* [[Some have been contemplating it for months, for other reasons.]]

[[He will always give them what they need. If that i isn't him, then... then it isn't him.]]

[[He has had fourteen days to think. He is tired of everything he cares about or wants being ruined. It drains him, Prowl. It wears on his spark.]] *Pause.* [["His" spark.]] *Another pause. He shakes his head.* [[Almost all of it has been razed, ruined, tampered, altered, blocked off, hidden, forced out of reach. His home, his frame, his mind, his spark, his planet, his leader, his future, those close to him - all of them previously taken from him or changed to someone else's liking.]]

[[He wants this for himself. If you wanted it, he would want it for you as well. If you truly do not, then he will not ask again. But this possibility belongs to us, and us alone. He will not accept anyone else's restriction on it.]]

[[The movie must start soon. You may take as much time as you need to answer him. He will wait.]] VProwl *Prowl listened silently, looking down at his gift box. When Soundwave said he bore a piece of Primus, his gaze flicked up for just a moment, curiously—he would have thought only that Soundwave meant that in the sense that EVERYONE had a piece of Primus in them, but the tone that Soundwave put on that declaration... Well. That wasn't the focus right now. Just highlight it for later.*

*In the end, though, there was very little thinking he had to do, wasn't there? He was only silent for a few seconds, before sighing.* If you've made up your mind, then—then, that's it. ItsyBitsySpyers [[/What's/ it?]]

*That's not a yes and it's not a no. Tell him which it is so he knows how to conduct himself tonight.* VProwl Then we're public. I... I still don't like it. I'm not /going/ to like it. But I'm not going to say no. I said yes to Tarantulas, I'm saying yes to you. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave vents a sigh.*

[[You didn't have to. He does not want this to become a matter of resentment and fear that drives you away from him.]] VProwl This message has been removed. VProwl I won't resent you for it. *He hopes. He'll make a damn good effort of it, anyway.* And—the fear won't be OF you. *He sighed.* I don't know, maybe—maybe knowing you're at my back will /discourage/ some of the lunatics from coming after us. *He doesn't really believe it. This is his Doesn't Really Believe It voice.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He hopes it does. He would prefer to save his fights for the beasts that roam the caverns below us, and for the Chaosbringer. But if it doesn't, it will be a pleasure to fight at your side.]] *Soundwave moves to the couch at last.* [[Come. He'll open the building.]] VProwl *He joins Soundwave on the couch and offers back the gift box.* Here, better stow this for now. Or else this'll be the night Wheeljack shows up and he'll sniff them out somehow. I'll pick them up at your apartment later? ItsyBitsySpyers [[If Wheeljack puts his olfactory sensors anywhere his subspace, he will lose them.]] *But he obliges and stuffs them in.* [[Good.]] ItsyBitsySpyers *...And now, since there's nobody to stop him doing so, he'll pull his mask up and tap at his mouth. Small kiss before everyone gets here and he has to put this back down?* VProwl *... Real quick kiss, before anyone else shows up.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He's just gonna smile into that a little bit for the split second it lasts. Maybe a little more after that. Don't mind him.*

[[...Thank you.]]

*Lean? Visor definitely going back down.* VProwl You're welcome. *lean.* I just hope we don't live to regret it. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He makes a policy of only regretting his bad decisions.]] *Pause.* [[And only some of those.]] Specs *it's been a while, but here comes a dragon! and... good lord. someone might need to help her load up all these goodies. how is she carrying all of them?* Smokescreen /He's coming in, and is happy to sit with roundprowl! He brought cake to share!/ Prowl *good thing she came in right after Smokescreen* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh. Oh, Primus. Hold on--]]

*Feelers everywhere trying to help the dragon. What's with all the - wait, and now there's cake?*

[[Er. Pardon him, but - what is with the large amount of fuel being brought in tonight...?]] *...Did one of the deployers watch them on the camera and squeal to the multiverse?* Smokescreen Sounds! Did I mention this magic that I think is here to stay? Specs *the dragon ducks her head shyly* I've missed the last few movie nights, and I feel terrible about it, so I brought food... Is this enough? I can bring more next week, too, if it isn't. Blaster -just going to trot in after the other Prowl- -stops and stares at the amount of food there- Holy... VProwl *mumble* It's all the snacks they couldn't bring last week. ItsyBitsySpyers [[You did not mention it.]] *He says in the way that means "please mention it," nodding his head at everyone in a hurry.*

[[Primus below, dragon. You'll feed the entirety of New Kaon by yourself.]] Prowl *Slides smoothly into her usual seat and pings other Prowl and Soundwave in greeting* Smokescreen Well- I've got the ability to make cake magically. Some Anon gave me the power! ItsyBitsySpyers ((FIVE MINUTES get everything you need cause we are SPEEDSTARTING this buster)) VProwl *OH RIGHT. THAT'S A. THAT'S A WHOLE NOTHER THING HE'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH AT SOME POINT, HUH. ... pings alternate back.* Smokescreen It's nice being full most of the time. Specs *if you come from a high-metabolic species and you know it, clap your paws- or don't, since the dragon's holding two platters* ...Maybe that's not a compliment, but I'm taking it as one. I enjoy cooking, and it's only polite to share. Not that I can eat energon anyways. Blaster ....where did it all come from? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Full of poor quality fuel.]] *He eyes the cake.* [[Are you certain it isn't poisoned. That is the exact stunt a greyface would pull.]]

*Soundwave's not complaining. He holds a ton of fuel in his thin frame and most of his deployers burn it quickly.*

[[It is one. It's also an expression of surprise.]] Smokescreen Considering I've been eating it so much? These cakes are only poisoned if I want 'em to be poison cakes! I can make them with- just about anything. I gotta wonder where the fuel's coming from, though. Specs *the dragon cheerfully shrugs her wings, adding another platter to the quickly-crowding buffet* When I'm not getting things from the multiverse, and dragons aren't getting lost in the area, I don't actually have that much to do. It's pretty quiet- which is why I took that job. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Ah. Before he forgets... he made certain to have Ravage inspect this documentary while he was gone. This is the murder mystery. Unfortunately, Spock will also be forced to nonconsensually mind meld with someone because of an emergency situation. He thought you would prefer to know ahead of time.]] [[Perhaps you should check with your local energon vendor. Just to be sure it isn't them.]] VProwl *every week. EVERY WEEK.* @S «... Just...... warn me.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He will make sure the two following this do not. At minimum. He is deeply apologetic about this.]] ((OKAY WARNINGS UHHH WHERE DID I PUT THEM i'm so disorganized today)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((WARNINGS: kirk and others being being blatantly racist/species-ist dicks; violence, blood, and death; nonconsensual mind invasion; exposed "genitals" lmfao you'll see when we get there; i'm not sure what to warn about re: the shapeshifter but there's a comment in there that edges on giving me the feeling i should squint at it)) VProwl @S «I appreciate it.» Blaster -just going to sit somewhere out of the way again- ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave gives Blaster a good eyeing to make sure he didn't bring that blasted briefcase.* Blaster -hell no, it's buried in his quarters- ItsyBitsySpyers ((Also, I'm sorry for the occasional stutter/bzzz in the audio tonight, this was the best rabbitcast quality I could get today) Specs *the dragon is going to find a couch back to sit on and loaf up. at least she returned for a star trek movie!* Smokescreen I'm pretty sure it's not them, though! I just hope it's coming from nowhere and that I'm not, like, robbing some other universe of energon. ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage is pretty sure nobody will need his help tonight with all that fuel everywhere, so he'll go loaf right next to the dragon. Open up a whole bakery.* Smokescreen ... Like- I've made a LOT of cake- I even learned how to make cakes based on bots! Specs ((I know I missed a star war due to IRL stuff, I assume there were two others I missed?)) Prowl You can't create something from nothing. Specs *Loaf solidarity! the best time of the week.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((last week there wasn't one cause i moved house, week before was three stooges/marx bros/abbott and costello)) Specs ((ah, nothing the dragon would regret missing, then.)) Smokescreen But- where's the cake coming from? It's magic cake- is there a way to find that out? ItsyBitsySpyers [[...That is one way to open a documentary.]] Windchill *He's here.* *With Worm.* Specs ((missed the last two monday announcements due to a Fresh Kitten! his name is lucky because he ran in front of our car and is a black cat. he finally is healthy enough for vaccines, so we're looking for fosters)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((oh my god the audio is off hold on)) Specs *the dragon beeps at Worm. hello worm!* Windchill (( Good luck with NEW BABY. )) Specs ((he's a very sweet, timid baby who keeps biting me on the ass)) Windchill (( Exactly as a baby should do. )) ItsyBitsySpyers ((FRESH KITTEN!!!)) VProwl ((it's hard to tell while everyone's wiggling but i think the audio is okay?)) Smokescreen wait its- oh Ohhh. Windchill *The worm beeps. She doesn't know where the original beep came from yet, but she knows there was a beep.* Smokescreen ... Praxus and Praxis both can't catch a break, huh? Specs ((if anyone's in the US and is looking for a Fresh Kitten, mom's insistent on not keeping him after he's spayed and vaccinated, and Lucky's fully litter trained and very sweet)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Apparently not.]] Blaster ....... Specs *the dragon beeps again- hello worm!* Blaster ((would but roomie would literally die with cat Windchill *Windchill snatches up some snacks while his spawn is too distracted to make a fuss about the selection—anything less than the ENTIRE selection—and finds a seat.* VProwl *... it's a bit difficult to focus on the film. he feels... somehow exposed.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods to Windchill and blips at the Worm. Greetings, youngling.* Smokescreen Oh! Prowl! How're you doing, by the way? /He's waving at round Prowl!/ Windchill *Blue spots the dragon this time and beeps, then swivels her fat head to beep at Soundwave too. Beeps all around!* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...They're out of their damned minds. The Kirk human?]] Prowl *sits up in interest at the film but cants her head in Smokescreen's direction* I've been working. VProwl ... Do they WANT the mission to fail? Prowl Apparently. Smokescreen Yeah- haha, I get that. I've been pretty busy too- is your work going okay? ... Is the name Nixon supposed to mean something ItsyBitsySpyers [[...He does not know any famous Vulcans named Nixon. If it is, he cannot tell you what.]] VProwl *oh!! belatedly: HUD stream ping for his alternate.* «Sorry.» Smokescreen I'd feel bad for any Vulcans with that name. Windchill *He's not going to say anything.* *Snorts.* Prowl *accepts gratefully* Blaster ...? VProwl *ignore the danger calculations in the top right corner. they're irrelevant to the movie. he keeps trying to close them out.* Prowl *it's really hard to ignore math tho...* Blaster -he totally didn't zone out there for a bit, nope- Windchill *Hopes they say 'aft thrusters' as many times as is humanly possible in this. Is prepared to be disappointed.* Prowl Smoothly. We've had no major crimes in the last several weeks. Smokescreen Ooh! Nice! It's gotta make it a little more relaxing, right? ItsyBitsySpyers *If the next words out of that Prowl's mouth are "likely because Soundwave has been on vacation" he will be very upset.* Windchill *Blue smells the treats in dad's hand and squeaks until he gives them to her. Hopefully, none of them will end up flying through space.* Prowl Not really. An enforcer's duties go far beyond arresting criminals. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave just shakes his head. This is going to go about as well as an Autobot-Decepticon peace talk, isn't it.* Smokescreen That's true- So you've been busy with pretty much everything else, right? Blaster -Don't remind him- Smokescreen I thought I'd catch a break after stuff, but I swear I've been busier than ever. Windchill *Points* Bone. ItsyBitsySpyers =Chekov smashes wine bottle for weapon. Two credits.= [[That is a large bone.]] Windchill *Blue turns to see what's being pointed at...but she doesn't care about movies.* It's kind of badass. ItsyBitsySpyers [[It does make a statement.]] Windchill Ah yes, water with blue food dye, what a treat. *Or maybe it's toilet cleaner.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Perks. He likes that euphemism.* Prowl ...he's right. Specs Did they bring a docent on-board? One of them has blue on their face. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is not.]] [[Blue on their face? Which one?]] Specs The one who said "vavoy." Windchill The eyeshadow? VProwl ... He could have phrased himself better. "Irrevocable civil rights." Problem solved. Specs Docents amongst my people wear blue dye to mark that they are docents, and on-duty with hatchlings. I don't think they would have brought hatchlings here, but... Prowl *assumes Kirk's comment was an insult of some kind, but didn't grasp the meaning* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That is a much better turn of phrase.]]

[[And he does not see any hatchlings with them. Perhaps it is a tattoo.]] Windchill Well....it didn't end in a gunfight. Specs No one died. That's a start. Prowl Which translation of Shakespeare's work do you prefer, Soundwave? Blaster .......that went about as well as it could have ItsyBitsySpyers [[The Romulan. Their version of the one about the stabbed senator is the thickest with political intrigue.]] *SITS UPRIGHT* Specs I was expecting that the diplomatic dinner would have ended in someone being eaten- OH. Windchill The bone rises. ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage laughs.* Blaster ............. Prowl I don't think I've read that version. Blaster That's....not good Smokescreen /He's snooping with interest!/ I haven't even heard all the different translations- have you watched any bootlegs of Shakespeare productions, Sounds? ItsyBitsySpyers *Assassinations. Oh, he IS interested in this.* Blaster ....... Windchill Hmm. Specs That explains why they sent the Kirk human. VProwl I think that it's now safe to say the meeting can't get worse. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Many. He should show one, some day.]]

[[Quick workers, these. He--]] *Soundwave stifles a huff at Prowl's comment. It makes a fan rattle twice.* Prowl I've read the original Klingon and a few plays translated into Trill. Someone was working on a translation into Cybertronian... They were killed before it could be completed. Smokescreen You should, Sounds! That'd be really fun. Ooh- ooh, what about watching musicals? Blaster Assassination and framing them for it ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is disappointed to see the leader perish. Unsurprised. But disappointed.]]

*A Council leader willing to talk. Of course he was silenced.* Windchill Well, there's blood goo on the assassin's boots I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Easily rinsed, he'd assume.]]

[[He has a musical planned for later in the year. At least one.]] [[No singing dogs. That he knows of.]] Smokescreen Wait, wait, really? Can you give me a hint? Please? VProwl Good. Windchill I sang at a dog once. VProwl ... But what do you mean, "that you know of"? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He hasn't seen it yet. Only heard of it.]] *To Smokescreen:* [[Political revolution.]] [[...Did the dog sing back?]] VProwl ... Does he actually know where his heart is? Blaster ..... Windchill No, he muted me. VProwl And/or heart equivalent? Blaster Oh that's bad ItsyBitsySpyers [[Likely not. An educated guess. A lucky one. Unlucky results.]] VProwl Very unlucky. Smokescreen .... Waiiiit waitwaitwait sounds where does it take place? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Earth.]] Prowl The Klingon hearts are in the chest cavity. Smokescreen ... Where on Earth? VProwl Okay, he was at least close. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He does not know. France, he thinks. Or a territory in that area.]] VProwl I've never been to France. ItsyBitsySpyers [[This]] [][][]pompous ass[][][] [[again. He is no doubt enjoying this, as he lost his legal argument last time.]] *Glance at Prowl.*

[[Never?]] Smokescreen Ooooh I know what musical you mean! VProwl Never. Blaster -Is this all going to be politics? If it is, he's taking a nap- VProwl I flew over French Guiana once. Smokescreen Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's no singing dogs in that one. ItsyBitsySpyers *Yes and no.*

*Tilts head.* [[He thought you were always a car.]] VProwl ... Inside a ship. Blaster -then he's taking a nap- Prowl I think Bevel has some musicals on her movie schedule, but I'm not able to go to those, so I don't know what exactly she's showing. Windchill The claw. ItsyBitsySpyers *He agrees with the idea of dying on one's feet, but there is no need to die until there are no other alternatives.*

[[If you know of it, Smokescreen, do not spoil it for him. He wishes to experience it himself.]] Specs *the claaaaaaaaw* ItsyBitsySpyers [][][]The claw chooses who will go and who will stay.[][][] Smokescreen I won't, Sounds. But I'm pretty sure there's no singing dogs, just so that's not a worry. ItsyBitsySpyers *Irritable red lines on his visor.*

[[Saving one does not mean the ability to save them all.]] Windchill Typical. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Damn.]] Specs How did they acquire that? VProwl They could have gotten a warrant for it. Windchill Or have inside help. Smokescreen That's an understatement VProwl Especially if his log was in Starfleet records. Blaster ((and thanks for having me buuuut I gotta go ItsyBitsySpyers ((awwwww... have a good night, thank you for coming while you could!)) Windchill (( Good night! )) VProwl That was an incredibly poor trial. Smokescreen //have a good night! Blaster ((just say Blaster left to go home because he got called home Prowl They wouldn't be admissible to this court if they were obtained illegally. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Most official trials he has seen in his lifetime are poor trials.]] VProwl The Klingons DO have laws against utilizing illegally-obtained evidence, then? Good. Prowl It's seen as dishonorable. VProwl It IS dishonorable. Prowl *nods in agreement* Windchill *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave shudders a little. This wretched, wretched, ice cube of a planet.* Windchill This is...very purple. VProwl ... The killers aren't /necessarily/ on the Enterprise. There's no reason they couldn't have already bridged—sorry, warped, whatever—back to their own ship, is there? Specs *the dragon perks up- it's dark, and purple, but the storms and the snow are much like her home* VProwl To be fair, even if they had, they still would have left trace evidence. But they themselves would be gone. Windchill That snow looks too dry to build snowmen with. But it's the right texture to roll in. Specs It is indeed. Smokescreen Man, that's just COLD of them Windchill *PAIN* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He does not see them leaving. If they leave, others will know who to look for at once. And it would be easier to prove that Kirk did not have contact with them.]] VProwl ... I'm pretty sure in most places, "you're not sentenced to death" means "you won't be sentenced to a place that takes pains to make it easier for you to die." Unless they've already left. They could have come on just long enough to change the logs and then left again. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Let us hope that is not so, or these two are in deep trouble.]] [[Still. He must start his investigation somewhere.]] VProwl Indeed. Better a ship than the entirety of space that a bird of prey could reach in the time since the assassination. Windchill *points* Fowl. ItsyBitsySpyers [[What's foul?]] ((damn it. hold on)) Windchill The dead birds. Fowl, poultry. VProwl ... She could have SAID that instead of destroying a perfectly good pot full of half-prepared food. Specs What a waste of food. Windchill But this way looks cooler. VProwl While pointing a gun at people. Windchill Like most things that look cool, it's inherently stupid. VProwl ... And then not immediately informing the rest of the crew that it's a false alarm. Windchill *Has more of a problem with wasting mashed potatoes than pointing a gun at people. Priorities.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oversight.]] *Tsk tsk.* Windchill Such optimism. VProwl ... Well at least he's not cold. ItsyBitsySpyers *NUDGE.* VProwl *nudge back.* Windchill .... *Were his balls in his knee?* *GODDAMMIT* Smokescreen ... Windchill *Makes gross cackling sounds.* VProwl ... Knees seem a particularly poor place to keep them; but then I'm sure he didn't choose to evolve that way. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave trembles. That's even true for Cybertronians where he's from.* ((god damn it rabbit can you NOT tonight)) Windchill *It might be a while before he recovers from that one.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i love her feather-hair)) Specs ((it looks soff)) Windchill Really, now? VProwl *mumbles* She looks ready to knee him in the groin. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh, for Primus' sake.]] [[Just offer him a money bribe.]] Prowl What was the point of that? ItsyBitsySpyers [[It's faster.]] Windchill Time to play CSI. Specs I wonder if humans are aware that /some/ species keep that turned off most of the time. Prowl Keep what turned off? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Keep what turned off?]] Windchill The lights? VProwl They SHOULD be aware. It happens on their own planet. Windchill Their libido? Specs Windchill's got it. VProwl They're well aware of the "mating seasons" of many species they share a planet with. Windchill PFFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ah. That.]] VProwl Dax? Windchill They're aware, they just don't care. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Strange. He thought Dax had never been on the Enterprise.]] VProwl *squints. .... squints.* ............... As in Docks? Prowl ...not a Trill. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Yes, as in--]] *Restrains an upcoming huff.* Specs *SNRK* VProwl ... Similar-sounding name, I suppose. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Someone did not check the identity of the crewman they intended to frame... sloppy.]] VProwl Very sloppy. Windchill *Whispers.* I'mma firin' my lazaaaaar. VProwl ... That means it's less likely that it was someone inside the Federation, and even less likely to be someone inside the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers *Well THAT was uncomfortable to watch for reasons he couldn't quite explain.* VProwl ... Founder? VProwl Or "changeling," whichever term we're going with. Smokescreen deceptiwoooooooorld ItsyBitsySpyers [[He doesn't think so. He hasn't seen them be orange goo.]] [[That is NOT a Decepticon world.]] Windchill It could be... Smokescreen It's all purple ItsyBitsySpyers *He wouldn't have allowed it. Ugh. Imagine having to visit it to collect reports.* VProwl Odo could shift from one form to another without becoming goo in between. Windchill I like how cold and miserable it looks. Specs Could've been a dragon world, if we had more than the one. Most of the cousins aren't too fond of snow, but my kind don't mind it. Smokescreen ... Decepticonly miserable? Windchill I don't know about that. Smokescreen Maybe this planet's just Megatron's cold, dead spark in some universe. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hm... perhaps, then. He can't be sure.]]

[[You are welcome to it, dragon. All of it.]] VProwl And he seemed to think that he was the only known shapeshifter. If the Klingons were off arresting members of another known shapeshifting species long before his time, wouldn't that information have come to Bajor? Unless that one was a single unique undocumented oddity. Prowl Or the information was hidden. ItsyBitsySpyers [[That depends on what the Cardassians let through, he'd think.]] [[Ah. Translation troubles.]] *He understands your pain, Uhura human.* VProwl ... Pfff. How out of date are their dictionaries. Windchill *Giggles.* Smokescreen Are paper dictionaries really still a thing in this universe? Specs *chuffs* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i'm sorry for having to do backsies, my rabbitcast keeps dropping and freezing)) Smokescreen Man, I can't even imagine using something like that Windchill I can. I imagine it's horrible. Smokescreen Well- yeah! Probably! I'm glad I'll never have to use one. VProwl Oh. Mythical. Maybe this is the only one the Federation has confirmably encountered. ItsyBitsySpyers *Points.* [[She was bleeding.]] Specs *the loaf is trying desperately not to laugh* ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage is snorting to himself because who's going to tell him he can't.* *They fight like clawless younglings.* Windchill He's got his shackles still. Specs *well, they don't exactly have claws* Windchill *Blue eats her final treat.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's sure they have the tools to remove the shackles.]] VProwl Check for bloodstains. Prowl Ahh. Windchill Certainly, but it served a means of identification. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh - the fight, you mean. Indeed.]] VProwl You don't know that yet, Spock, it's a hypothesis based on incomplete evidence. Windchill Hell yeah. VProwl ... That's not the first rule of assassination. That's not ANY rule of assassination. Windchill It is if they're trying to assassinate you. ItsyBitsySpyers [[It is if you think they are stupid enough to talk.]] *N...ot that he would know.* VProwl You don't kill your assassins, they take training. A good assassin is hard to find. If you think they're stupid enough to talk, you don't hire that assassin. ItsyBitsySpyers *...Now, what is this.* *And he's sorry that smart assassins were in short supply in the early stages of th------* Prowl It was obtained illegally. *scowls* ItsyBitsySpyers *Ah. So this is it.*

@P: [[What he warned you of will come soon.]] VProwl You hire a smart assassin, who doesn't talk. And preferably one who has a wide enough variety of clients that the pool of suspects will remain broad even if the assassin is identified. @S «Tell me when it's over.» *he'll hang here until Spock makes a false move and then he's putting his avatar on autopilot.* Windchill A memory wipe? VProwl *autopilot time.* Smokescreen ... Specs ... ItsyBitsySpyers *Shakes his helm.* Smokescreen Is this just the kinda thing that has to happen a couple times in everyone's lives or something? Windchill Eh. Specs This does not happen with dragons, but we don't have telepathy. ItsyBitsySpyers *...Soundwave pings Prowl.* VProwl *he's back in his avatar.* Windchill *Is he the only one not bothered?* ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[The Admiral Cartwright, the Romulan Ambassador, and General Chang.]] VProwl *acknowledging ping.* VProwl Stop touching Spock's things. VProwl *mumbles* it is insulting. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Of course it is.]] Windchill *Only if you find humanity inferior and are unfamiliar enough with their idioms to not know what was actually meant, but he'll say nothing.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He does and is.* Windchill *Tragic.* A space battle would be cool about now. VProwl ... I mean, that's not a bad redefinition of progress, in general. He's using it for absolutely the wrong reasons. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is fond of the sound of his own voice, isn't he.]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Scooting along his seat to near the edge.* Windchill He could come up with some original dialogue if he's going to keep this chatter up. VProwl *was leaning on that. sits up.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He adores you, Prowl, but he adores a good bit of tension, too.* [[Thank you, doctor.]] Windchill Eheheh. Specs That's one way to do it. Windchill *Points.* Dead. And...nobody notices? Smokescreen get down mr president VProwl *... trembles.* *all this chaos and then suddenly a klingon out of the window.* Windchill Time for a speech I guess. Prowl None of the lines he was quoting made any sense to the situations he was in. Specs This is why wings are better than no wings. VProwl Kirk, for goodness sake, don't wax poetic, explain to the confused people what the hell just happened in this room. Windchill Hey now, that's framist talk. Smokescreen Hey! Rude, Specs. ItsyBitsySpyers *Slumps back against the couch. Sometimes things like this make him miss the older, more exciting days.*

*Then he remembers what a mess they really were and is glad not to have to be part of it now. Probably. Starscream IS at the helm of two different cities.* Smokescreen Who needs wings when you have tires? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Their not making sense just proves he knew nothing.]] Windchill *Gives Smokescreen the Side Eye.* Specs *chuffs, then ducks her head apologetically* Sorry. I forgot about frame politics. Smokescreen ... /Looking back at Windchill. What? He likes having tires./ Windchill *It was a rude statement.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmph. All that, and that is the reward.]] Smokescreen let spock say fuck ItsyBitsySpyers *PUFFS* VProwl ... You can't just steal a-- *frustrated huff.* Windchill And not a single original thought was had. Specs *the dragon stretches* Goodnight, everyone. Thank you for having me! VProwl *... second star to the right of what* Smokescreen It was nice seeing you! ItsyBitsySpyers [[Goodnight, dragon.]] Windchill Byyyyye! *He waves.* *Blue stares.* Prowl *still annoyed about the Klingon quoting Shakespeare in the wrong context all over the place* Windchill I... Love these illegible squigglies. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave turns to Prowl.*

[[Do not worry. He is sure they will return it. Even the Federation's patience with him must run out eventually.]] VProwl I think it ran out about three documentaries ago. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Run out some more.]] ((mark time: public side ends at 11:30 since i miscounted by ten minutes)) Prowl *are the other Prowl's danger calculations still running?* VProwl It's just as well that his son died, because I think the Federation must be out of patience with the next five generations of Kirks. Windchill *That's cruel.* VProwl *yes, but more slowly and only a line at a time.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He wonders what punishments will be given the other schemers.]]

[[Hmph. They could at least reduce it to four generations. He did just save an entire peace conference.]] [[...Though Spock did most of the work.]] VProwl And celebrate by stealing their ship. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Four and a half.]] Prowl *she's going to examine them curiously since the HUD connection is still there then* VProwl Only half of his great-great-great grandchildren will be blacklisted. Windchill Why? ItsyBitsySpyers [[That seems reasonable. How long is that in human terms? Twenty years?]] Prowl ((I realize Prowl should have noticed yours left earlier since the HUD connection would have cut out briefly... or she'd have found herself staring at something wherever Prowl's actually at for a second VProwl What? A generation or half a lifespan? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Lifespan.]] VProwl ((i'll say he left his avatar broadcasting that signal, he just wasn't personally monitoring it)) ((he can put SO MANY things on autopilot.)) Prowl ((that works for me Smokescreen Hey, Sounds? Can I ask for your help with this thing later? I changed my mind and- OH a cup song? ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Unconventional instrument. Fascinating.]] Prowl ((all the multitasking makes sense, especially for a Prowl VProwl Humans can live up to about an Earth century. Windchill Mayonnaise is an unconventional instrument. Smokescreen ... Actually actually sounds can I give you a short video ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Still so short.]]

*Soundwave glances at Smokescreen.*

[[Reluctant yes.]] Smokescreen Perfect! Take a look, Sounds- you'll like it, I promise! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v62YjjV-Roo Less Common Instruments Less Common Instruments Piccolo Flute: Gareth Davies of the London Symphony Orchestra https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5w5TVK5B90 Bass Flute: Pasha Mansurov, a Professional Flutist ... ItsyBitsySpyers *...He wants to try that now. What the humans are doing.* VProwl *... why's it so shrill.* Windchill Wow that thing is almost as annoying to listen to as I am. Smokescreen phfphfppf- I want this thing ItsyBitsySpyers [[What is--]] VProwl *... holds back a laugh at the subcontrabass flute.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Shaking a little. That's like a minicon stood next to Ultra Magnus. From Prowl's world.* Windchill I have mixed feelings about this. Prowl Fascinating. VProwl *HFF.* Smokescreen I love seeing the way organics get their instruments working! It's different. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Alpha Trion's tangled beard.]] Smokescreen ... Pffpf= Windchill That thing is bigger than its human. VProwl *okay. anything with subcontrabass in the name is hilarious.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's practically playing a ship's foghorn.]] Smokescreen He is! It's amazing, right? Prowl *oh finally a tiny instrument that isn't shrill and horrible* Smokescreen Who even thinks "This instrument is good, but it needs to be so deep it rattles your spark" ItsyBitsySpyers [[People with creative interface tastes.]] Prowl *huffs* VProwl *NUDGE* Windchill And me. Smokescreen ... Sounds, I'm not sure I like what you're implying baby french horn ItsyBitsySpyers *Nudges back and trembles.* Smokescreen piccolos are basically baby instruments I think Windchill Oh no. ItsyBitsySpyers *SHAKES HARDER when that thing blats* Prowl *covers her mouth with one hand* ItsyBitsySpyers [[The tiny ones are precious.]] Windchill *Bluebottle has no eyebrow, but she's making a very concerned face what with all of this noise.* Smokescreen Aren't they? Can you imagine trying to hold one? VProwl @S «Are you implying that you want me to learn how to play the subcontrabass saxophone?» @S «Because I think it's /almost/ big enough to play.» Smokescreen BIG CARL Windchill Well then. ItsyBitsySpyers *Hunches over his own thighs at Big Carl* Prowl It had a name. Windchill What an experience. VProwl PFFFB--! *him too. his face is in his hands.* Smokescreen See, Sounds? I've got good taste! VProwl *give him a moment. big carl killed him.* *... looks back up. ooh.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Manages to get a glimpse of the screen and sits up again, still shaking. He adores this machine.* Prowl ...I can think of a few bots who would like an instrument like this. Smokescreen I would! Windchill What happens if this thing loses its marbles? VProwl *he's going to track all of those thank you very much.* Smokescreen Think there are any bots that can make stuff like this? Prowl Yes. Smokescreen ... You know anyone who might be up to do it? ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[If you wish to learn it, he will not stop you.]] *Ahem.*

[[He tried to think of a humorous reply to the marble comment. He could not.]] Windchill Whirl could probably build one. Prowl Bevel or Wheeljack. Smokescreen Whirl? That's that one pretty blue bot, right? Oh! Bevel? I might have to ask! Windchill Hey bub...Yes, but I saw him first. *He's kidding.* *Mostly.* Smokescreen Hey! I wasn't about to like, do anything with him. But that bot's pretty awesome. Windchill *Snorts.* Smokescreen ... And I sent you the vegetable orchestra already, right Sounds? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's seen that, yes.]] Smokescreen Good! Just had to be sure. Windchill Those hats are amazing. I'm not going to get over this anytime soon. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He assumes the sticks smell nice.]] Smokescreen ... The sticks? Wouldn't they smell like kinda weird, like a tree or something? Windchill Trees smell...okay. Better when they're on fire. Smokescreen Ehhh. Organic stuff has a funky smell to it sometimes, you know? Windchill But okay otherwise. ItsyBitsySpyers *....Wonders what Prowl's calculations look like on things like these. With so many moving objects in such unison.* *Moreso the other group, but this one too.* VProwl *oh, you know. a whole bunch of lines. a running tally of hits. calculations on the tension of the drumheads. that sort of thing.* *it's actually hard to see the drumsticks under the lines at this point.* Windchill *Stretches.* Okay, time to go. ItsyBitsySpyers *Also stretches. He'll have to close the building after this video.*

[[Goodnight, Windchill. Goodnight, Blue.]] [[Take fuel with you if you wish. We now have far too much.]] Windchill *He hoists his bug and cradles her like...a baby.* Smokescreen I'm gonna get some rest. Have a good night, Prowl, Sounds, Windy. Prowl *nods* Windchill Can't, feels weird. Thanks anyway. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Soundwave. And goodnight.]]

[[As you please. You're welcome.]] Windchill *He waves, Blue still has that concerned expression on her pudgy face.* *He has to walk fast to leave before he can process the grave insult that is 'Windy.'* *He's killed for less.* *But not tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((my internet would die on a favorite bit)) VProwl ((naturally)) Prowl *ends the HUD connection with a ping of gratitude* VProwl *acknowledgment ping.* VProwl *... should say something about her message from last time. but he can't tonight. his love life is already quite enough for him to handle tonight without adding complications.* ItsyBitsySpyers *And yet, Soundwave is looking at him, wondering if he will.* *Or has, since he's been gone for two weeks.* VProwl *nope. he's just going to sit here and be vaguely tense.* *but sort of the same vague tenseness he's had throughout the movie, so.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He'd thought it was tenseness from waiting for the warned-for scene. Now he's not sure WHAT it is. So he just leans in more than usual and has himself a comfortable vent.* Prowl *remains blissfully unaware of any complications in any direction happening right now and pushes herself up from her seat* Good night. Soundwave. Captain. VProwl *... tenses a little less vaguely. forces deliberate un-tensing.* Good night. ItsyBitsySpyers [[His job comes with a title as well, you know.]] *Amused head bob.* [[Goodnight.]] VProwl He's right. That's Captain and DJ. Prowl Ah, yes, of course. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Wh--]] Prowl *nods in Soundwave's general direction* DJ. *and on that note, she leaves* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave waits until she's gone to twist enough he can look at Prowl somewhat properly.*

[[If that sticks, you're taking the blame.]] *Humor tag.* VProwl I accept it. *... untenses slightly once they're alone.* ItsyBitsySpyers *..............Aaaaahhhhh. So that's what that was.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[They aren't telepaths, you know. Only he is.]] *Settles back up against Prowl, careful to pull the spines in so they don't poke.* [[Besides. He suspects most of them figured it out long ago. Except for Smokescreen. He's... Smokescreen.]] VProwl ... They don't have to be telepaths when you can, just... go and tell them whenever you want. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Is that why you were tense? Waiting for him to tell everyone?]] VProwl ... I wasn't expecting you to—/tell/ them, per se. Just. /Show/ them. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ah. He apologizes. He had thought you might want the night to process the idea before he did anything blatant.]] VProwl ... Wish you'd told me. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hm. An oversight on his part.]] *Considers this.* [[He will see to having you sit on his lap throughout all of next week's film, then.]] VProwl Oh. *that's the sound of his fuel tank plummeting.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Gently pats Prowl's knee.*

[[Ventilate. He is exaggerating.]] *Pause.* [[Unless you wish he wasn't.]] VProwl That is—definitely the opposite of what I wish. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...The exaggeration or the not exaggerating? He is confused.]] VProwl The opposite of wishing you weren't exaggerating. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He sees.]] VProwl I—do not want to do that thing. I'm turned around. Did I get that in order? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Then you do not have to do that thing.]] *He nods.* [[You are fine. Do not worry.]] VProwl Okay. All right. ItsyBitsySpyers *Offers his hand.* [[He takes it you do not want to be the one responsible for telling anyone. Perhaps ever.]] VProwl No! No, I do not. I've—I've never been public about a relationship in my /life./ Ever. Even before the war, you, you—you had to bury it under euphemisms, you—couldn't just say— No. I don't. ItsyBitsySpyers *Twist.* [[...Not in your /life/? "Had to" - is this the old rule he has heard about? No mates or friends allowed?]] VProwl ... Social rule, not law, but—yes. Taboo, really. Taboo with massive social and professional consequences. Yesterday VProwl But—no. Not in my life. Never. VProwl ... Are you implying you /have/? ItsyBitsySpyers *Mmm. He loves taboos. He loves to snap them in half and gobble down the pieces.*

*Soundwave looks at Prowl again and has himself a brief think.* [[Then that task is never to fall on your shoulders.]]

[[He has. Not often, and not during the war - he didn't see anyone during the war - but it was not forbidden. Unwise, once or twice, when he was more naive and less educated on how to protect himself. But multiple times.]] VProwl Hmhh. I'm surprised it wasn't the same on your Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers [[We were free to form the attachments we wanted... as long as they were within the proper limitations. Not much of a superior situation.]] VProwl Doing it within the "proper limitations" was the /only/ way it might ever be excused. And it was looser in some places than others. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Not where you were from, he suspects.]] VProwl No. Iacon was liberal enough you could discuss it with euphemisms, though. As long as you said "partners" and didn't specify what kind of partners. And were in the right castes and right business that you probably /were/ partners. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave lazily waves a hand and huffs.*

[[He's from a city of art, philosophy, and music. Those who wanted to preserve taboos on specific emotions were looking in the wrong place.]] [[Which is probably why it got censored so strongly by the Council. But that is for another night.]] VProwl Hm. Makes sense. ItsyBitsySpyers *He pats the couch.*

[[Staying? Or do you require time alone to think?]] VProwl *... points upstairs?* One last night of privacy? ItsyBitsySpyers [[As you wish.]] *Ping, ping. And up he'll get, so that up they can get, so that up Prowl can get. So to speak.* VProwl *He'll take your word for it.* *He stands and heads for the stairs.*

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