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stormyoceans · 6 months

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Ok ok ok random observations i had while watching ep 1 of LT, which was amazing wonderful heartsopping showstopping breathtaking etc etc. (In all seriousness, it really exceeded my expectations)

- .... is it just me or did we get a flirty vibe, they might kiss vibe from august and day? No? Just me?

- i am so glad sea can play badminton bec they sold the intensity of the scene so well!

- that transition between the match and the fight where both of their lives will forever change.... peak cinema

- day calling out for his mum (i might have teared up)

- the dread falling on mork's face when he kept asking porjai about his sister and THE DESPERATION IN HIS VOICE (i might have teared up x2)

- YAAAAS give me that lakorn intro-- this is when you know shit is good

- something something commentary about how the stigma of going to prison never leaving ex-convicts because society refuses to accept their reintegration into society something something

- porjai is so good, i love her already!

- Rung nooooooooo. The way mork's character is already fleshed out so perfectly in just 30 mins.... cinema. "The one who should feel guilty is her" omg

- the way day's internalized pain seeps into every word he says, every cynical comment. If people are going to treat him like he's invisible just because he lost his sight, he's going to force them to "see" him through his shocking words and attitude

- the interview scene was GOLD. I love how it's already telling us their dynamic and laying down the groundwork for their personalities together and how they'll constantly challenge each other

- The bandaid.... mork in rung's car remembering her with tears in his eyes (i teared up x3)

- Damn day harbors a lot of resentment towards night... this brings me back to the two photos we see of them in the very beginning and the contrast between them.... again, i am having thoughts...

- Day getting overwhelmed with the sounds of the cars and honks... mork saving day... mork giving day agency and asking where to take him.... CINEMA

- LIterally the first thing that came to mind when i saw the little prince was when your genius self said this:

- "I'll see you." When both of them are falsly perceived by those around them. CINEMA

That was a FANTASTIC first episode. I can't wait to see how day and mork are gonna from this to this

and this

AND THIS

One thing i am also so intrigued by is all the relationships they've hinted at so far: Night and Day as well as their relationship with their mom. Mork and Porjai. Day and August (and Gee). I cannot wait for all of this to be explored in the upcoming episodes!

I also have a feeling day's mom is not gonna be on board of this arrangement? but we'll see. FRIDAY WHEN?

I AM INCREDIBLY LATE AS USUAL WITH THIS REPLY BUT I HOPE YOU KNOW I WAS SO HAPPY TO GET ALL YOUR COMMENTS ABOUT THE FIRST EPISODE IT REALLY WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND EVEN MORE AND IM SO CURIOUS AND EXCITED ABOUT ALL THE DIFFERENT DYNAMICS I WISH I HAD THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT IT 24/7

as it is, please accept some of my very messy thoughts!!!!

- .... is it just me or did we get a flirty vibe, they might kiss vibe from august and day? No? Just me? <<< IT’S VERY MUCH NOT JUST YOU BECAUSE I HAD THE SAME FEELING. i actually got a message about august and day that i still didn’t get around to answer (because im terrible ;;;;;) and i wanted to go more in depth about their relationship there, but yeah, even if it was a very brief scene, i love how they already established their dynamic: you can tell that they both have very strong personalities and that as friends and as badminton partners they snark at each other but also deeply care, and the fact that this immediately makes you wonder if there ever was something more between them is incredibly effective because it will help the viewers understand how mork feels watching them from the outside and ask himself the exact same thing. sea and ohm also have a very nice chemistry, which isn’t only nice to see in itself but actually serves the narrative as well in this particular case

- i am so glad sea can play badminton bec they sold the intensity of the scene so well! <<< THAT'S OUR PROFESSIONAL BADMINTON PLAYER SEA TAWINAN ANUKOOLPRASERT AND NO ONE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!

- not mork betting against day's team, which is his own country's lmao. Also not to be my overthinking self, but mork going from rooting against day to rooting for him, his wellbeing, happiness etc etc later on <<< BRITNEY_YEAH.GIF I FEEL SO INCREDIBLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT’S HONESTLY INSANE HOW NORMAL AND HINGED AND SANE AND FINE I FEEL ABOUT THIS

- that transition between the match and the fight where both of their lives will forever change.... peak cinema <<< FIRST TEN MINUTES OF THE SHOW ARE REALLY GIVING VICE VERSA EPISODE 11 PART 1 LEVELS OF CINEMA LIKE THE TRANSITIONS THE PARALLELS THE TENSION THE IMPLICATIONS THE ALREADY PALPABLE LIFE ALTERING CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM THE IMPENDING SENSE OF TRAGEDY THE WATER MOTIF BEING DELIVERED BY THE PLAY OF LIGHTS I FEEL SO DEEPLY MENTALLY UNWELL ABOUT IT ALL [GETS DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM]

- day calling out for his mum (i might have teared up) // - the dread falling on mork's face when he kept asking porjai about his sister and THE DESPERATION IN HIS VOICE (i might have teared up x2) <<< jimmysea showed up on that set and said we are ACTORS who ACT and then proceeded to indeed OUTACT OUTPERFORM OUTSELL OUTSERVE OUTSLAY the majority of the artists in the industry I SAID WHAT I SAID AND I WILL SHUT UP ONLY WHEN PEOPLE ARE GONNA STOP SLEEPING ON THEM. these two moments alone are already giving performance of all time!!!!!

- something something commentary about how the stigma of going to prison never leaving ex-convicts because society refuses to accept their reintegration into society something something <<< SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!!!!! wish i had the time, energy and intelligence to write about the way both mork and day are being stigmatized (defined as the co-occurrence of labeling, stereotyping, separation, status loss, and discrimination) and how the label of ‘deviant’ (defined as departing from usual or accepted standards dictated by society) is altering their own perception of self BUT ALAS. SOMETHING SOMETHING INDEED

- porjai is so good, i love her already! <<< SAME!!!!! IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER AND HER FRIENDSHIP WITH MORK i love exes who realized that their love for each other has always been platonic and are now the most supportive friends to each other!!!!! unfortunately there's this theory im pretty much sure of that her current boyfriend is an asshole so IM READY TO FIGHT EVERYONE FOR HER

- the interview scene was GOLD. I love how it's already telling us their dynamic and laying down the groundwork for their personalities together and how they'll constantly challenge each other <<< NGL THIS GENUINELY MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE FIRST MEETING IN THE HISTORY OF FIRST MEETINGS. JUST THE CHEMISTRY THE TENSION THE SPARK THE ELECTRICITY THE MAGNETISM THE CHALLENGE THE SNARK THE SEEING THE PERCEIVING THE PULL TOWARDS EACH OTHER THE CHIN GRAB. i know im just screaming without adding anything of importance but GOD. i love to see two actual strangers with no previous attachment to each other meet and develop an interest in each other born from their actions and words and personalities. THEY HARDLY MAKE THEM LIKE THIS ANYMORE NOWADAYS

- The bandaid.... mork in rung's car remembering her with tears in his eyes (i teared up x3) <<< THE GUILT THE GRIEF THE HURT THE FEELING OF BEING ABANDONED. BUT ALSO THE CARE THE LOVE THE DEVOTION THE KNOWLEDGE OF BEING LOOKED AFTER. ALL OF THIS PERFECTLY REPRESENTED BY A BANDAID AND A CAR. CAPITAL LETTERS CINEMA!!!!!!!!

- Something something about how night's shirt is light blue (like the day) and day's is dark blue (light the night) with strips of light... i am thinking thoughts, not sure exactly what it is yet but i have them! <<< YOU AND ME BOTH FRIEND LIKE. im already having so many thoughts about the lighting in the show going from dark and blue/gray to light and yellow/orange as mork and day get closer and start to change each other's lives, but now it also seems like their clothes are also gonna go from muted and more neutral colors to brighter and warmer ones, and then there are night and day as well and the way they both wore stripes in this episode but night's were vertical and day's horizontal AND I KNOW IT MEANS SOMETHING AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR SMARTER PEOPLE TO WRITE ABOUT IT AS I SCREAM WAIL HOWL SCREECH YELL IN THE DISTANCE

- ok but I LOVE how mork is just observing day and noticing how day is way more independent than his family makes him seem to be. I just really love how he didn't interfere and was /watching/ him, trying to figure him out <<< the aforementioned smarter people have already talked about this way better than i ever could, but i really do love how, in a world that wants them both to be invisible, mork and day are the only ones seeing each other. like you said before, part of the reason day is acting the way he is is because he doesn't want to become a ghost haunting other people's lives, the monster locked in the attic (if we want to use a literary reference), he wants to live and to be seen too, and i think it was so important to include a scene where mork is just WATCHING him, because being perceived may have become a meme, but that's what can eventually lead to curiosity and interest and understanding and love. you can't care about something you don't (want to) see, but fortunately, mork does

- Damn day harbors a lot of resentment towards night... this brings me back to the two photos we see of them in the very beginning and the contrast between them.... again, i am having thoughts... <<< not sure if you've seen it, but the current theory is night being somewhat responsible for day's accident, which i got the chance to talk about here if you want to check it out and then let me know what you think!!!!!

- LIterally the first thing that came to mind when i saw the little prince was when your genius self said this <<< NOT YOU REMEMBERING THINGS I SAID THAT I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER SAYING MYSELF PLEASE THAT'S JUST SO INCREDIBLY SWEET IM SO TOUCHED RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭 AND NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN BUT ONCE AGAIN I WANT TO POINT OUT JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE TO WIN WINNING AND BEING A WINNER. EVEN WHEN I FORGOT ABOUT THE VISION, THE VISION DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT ME HASHTAG WINNERY

IN CONCLUSION: LITERALLY US WATCHING EVERY SINGLE SCENE FROM THE EPISODE

#TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!#IM ALREADY VIBRATING OUT OF MY SKIN AND INTO THE STRATOSPHERE #THE WAY I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T SCREAMED ABOUT THE SHOW AS MUCH AS I WANTED #(because im also stupid and panicking every other hour about the last three episodes)#SO IM VERY GRATEFUL I GOT THE CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT A LITTLE MORE THANKS TO YOU #THANK YOU H!!!!!! 💜💜💜💜#last twilight the series #long post #h 🧡#m: ask

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saturnsummer · 3 years

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worthy.

When Sol gets a GPA of 2.02, the study group (and Joon Hwi) comes together to cheer her up.

notes: another prompt by @thenerdywriter ! i wasn't sure if you meant it like this, but i hope you are satisfied! thank you for your prompt and your trust! i do apologise for the wait!

not much fluff or cliche romantic scenes, but just simple things that i hope when you read, remember your worth and never be defeated. you are worthy, loved and deserving to be appreciated. :) inbox always open!

for anyone who have sent prompts and asks, i thank you for your ideas! i have read through all your asks and am so excited to begin writing, but please understand if i can’t reply you as fast as i hoped! so sorry for this, i’ll try to address my inbox faster!! any mistakes or incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. enjoy!

edit: everyone, please don’t cry on this omg I’ve made 5 people comment their tears now and im terribly sorry for the tears.. I meant for this to be a light hearted story but looks like everyone is crying,, I’ll try not to make people cry now..

original prompt: where joon hwi and the rest of the gang shake some sense into her (sol a) about her self-esteem.

words: 2787 words

Sol is downstairs at the lounge, holding a clear bottle of soju. She takes another swig from the plastic bottle, hoping that the alcohol can numb her heart like it does to her head. It burns, and she’s turning woozy, but she grumbles and takes another swig.

2.02. She’s passed, at least. But she can’t help but feel upset. She wasn’t upset that she couldn’t score as well as Yeseul or BokGi, but upset that she’s satisfied with these low results. No one is going to hire her, even less offer an internship while looking at her track records.

Sol worked her ass off for this exam. She nearly died, if it wasn’t for Yeseul’s reminders to eat. Even her cold stoned face roommate bothered to place bottles of water on her desk. Yet, after all this...

“Why are you still up?” She hears Joon Hwi ask as he takes a seat next to her. She stays silent with a grim expression and turns away. Joon Hwi was the last person she wanted to see, especially when she’s in such a bad mod.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he catches her arm just as she’s about to chug her soju.

“Everything.” She slurs. “You know I’m not even upset with my GPA? I’m upset of being happy with my shitty grades.” Joon Hwi sighs, attempting to grab her bottle away.

“I should have never came to study. I should have never tried to prove myself to be Dan!” She scolds louder. Sol knows she’s drunk in front of her best friend, but she can’t control herself. She doesn’t care.

“Kang Sol...” Joon Hwi stands up, grabbing her bottle away from her. “You’re drunk. Go back.”

“I don’t belong here, anyway.” Her slurs catch Joon Hwi in his steps.

“I never once belonged with any of you. Being with all of you just drags you all further. I should just stop burdening you all with my questions and rot in a corner. Besides, no one would care.” She softly says, her voice filled with regret and guilt.

Sol has always felt this way. Ever since she was young, Dan was always the star child. She got top grades while Sol got through in the middle rankings. Dan was always more popular, prettier, smarter. Sol learnt at a young age that no matter what, she would always be overshadowed by Dan.

Thus, she learnt to be quiet. Only ask questions when she really needs to. Stick to familiar people. Only be loud when told to, and blend in in every situation. She learnt to depreciate herself, because no one appreciated her in the first place.

Joon Hwi wants to shake her. He wants to write an entire dissertation on why Sol belongs to Hankuk. He wants to show her what he sees: a smart, caring, passionate lawyer-to-be. He wants to show her what he sees when she testified for Professor Yang in court. A confident, woman knowing her morals and rights.

“Kang Sol.” Joon Hwi says, pulling her up by her wrist. Sol pushes him away, but her touches are sloppy and weak. Sighing, Joon Hwi knows that it is useless to argue about her grades and her worth when she’s not even half conscious of what she’s doing.

He grabs her coat lying on the couch, finding her phone and plans on calling Yeseul. But it’s past 1am, but he doesn’t want to trouble Yeseul. Sighing, he contemplates calling her roomie but reality smacks when he realises she’s home. Noticing how Sol is slowly nodding off, giving in to the fatigue, it leaves Joon Hwi not much of an option to carry her back.

Fishing the room key out from her coat, he takes special care in carrying her, sweeping his arm under her knee and lifting her slowly as to not disrupt her from falling asleep. The key card is in between his fingers as he slowly and quietly makes his way up to her dorm. He thanks the deities above that no one caught him or interrupted him.

Tapping the key card, a standard ‘beep’, he pushes the door with his back, and takes care to get him and her into the dark room. He can barely see anything, especially since he has no hands to on the lights, but he makes out his way in the small room using the moonlight and what he can tell.

Joon Hwi knows which side Sol sleeps, knowing from her stories that include her rolling from the bed up to the desk. By now, Sol was sleeping soundly, a slight snore escaping her. Gently, he sets her down on her bed and reaches to take her shoes off for her. Hanging up her coat that he placed on top of her whilst he was carrying her, he finally pulled the thick blanket over her.

But he didn’t leave just yet.

“I never once belonged with any of you.”

Sol’s words echoed in his head more than he thought it would. He stopped and bent down silently by her bed side, taking a few moments to wonder to himself just how and why does she feel so unworthy.

He grabs her bottle of water from her bag, before putting it next to her phone, which is on the table. Knelt on the floor, he observes the slow rise of her chest and the way her eyes flutter and nose twitch when Sol sleeps. Just how can someone like Sol think she’s any less than what he sees?

“You belong here in Hankuk. I’ll show you just why.” His whisper barely audible, as he brushes away a stray hair on her face. With that, he takes his leave and sneaks back to his dorm. (Without getting caught)

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The next day, after two painkillers and a big bowl of hangover soup (left mysteriously by someone at their pantry), Sol is headed to study group. She is running a few minutes early than their scheduled timing, but she’s surprised to find the group huddled in hushed whispers.

“What are you all looking at?” Sol asks, as she sets her book at her usual corner opposite Joon Hwi. BokGi lets out a startled yelp and Yebeom clamps his mouth shut. Sol isn’t surprised to see Jiho crowded there, but is even more shocked to see Sol B crowded with them too. If it was anything, Sol B wouldn’t crowd around and discuss things, unless it concerned herself, or benefitted her grades.

“What...” Sol leans over and raises her eyebrows. Yeseul’s eyes dart nervously and she breaks into a smile. The rest of the group just shuffles back to their seats murmuring under their breath.

“Nothing, unnie! They were just discussing on what to order for lunch.” Yeseul says as she walks over to Sol and takes her bag and books from her, before setting it on the table. “Unnie, shall we get coffees?” Yeseul escorts her out of the room before Sol could react. Sol assumes that it’s due to her hangover that Yeseul is suggesting coffee, thus just following and getting a cold brew and assorted drinks for the others.

When she returns, they distribute the drinks and start discussing on what to study.

“Noona, do you have anything?” BokGi asks, a little too enthusiastically. Sol is taken aback and lost for words. She usually just follows whatever the rest want, since answering her questions will take hours. Joon Hwi gives a sympathetic smile.

“How about you share with us about a recent case? Remember the one that Professor Kim liked in particular?” Joon Hwi suggests. Sol grows quiet. Her? The worst student? Sol let’s out an uncertain laugh.

“Ah, me? I rather my roomie shares. She did better than me.” Sol says, then prepares a fresh document for note taking on her laptop.

“I didn’t do well.” Sol B says quietly, her eyes emotionless as usual, leaning back into the chair. “You did the best. Go on.” Sol is stunned and just nods uncertainly. Taking out her case notes and her reports that she submitted, she nervously discusses the topic on hand. She sneaks Joon Hwi a couple of questioning stares but he only pretends to not catch her eyes.

Everyone is enthusiastic, asking questions and when Sol is stumped, they jump in to help her. They suggest ideas and Sol has never felt so energised by their energy before. She find it fishy how Joon Hwi just sits back and she can feel him smiling whenever she makes a point right or figures out a missing link.

An hour later, when they are done expanding on Sol’s case and discussing, they break for a late lunch together. Yebeom enters the room with bags of food, as usual over ordering. As they pass out containers of jjampong and jjajamyeon, Sol’s eyes light up when she saw the only thing that mattered in the whole order: her beloved pickles, in doubled servings.

What Sol doesn’t expect is for JiHo to dump his packet of pickles on her container of noodles.

“JiHo-ah, why...” Sol is dumbfounded for a moment as JiHo opens his pack of noodles to stir. JiHo only pushes up his glasses.

“You can have them, noona.” Sol is even more dumbfounded. This was the first time JiHo has called her noona. She didn’t care for the honourifics, and JiHo could call her by her full name for all she cared. But hearing those words from Seo JiHo’s mouth, just made her think everyone was utterly suspicious today.

“Okay, everyone is being weird. What is this?” Sol announces, hoping her tone came out fun, with no hints of anger.

“Nothing! We just know you’ve been feeling stressed, so JiHo decided to give you his share of pickles, right?” BokGi quips up, as he dives into taking the sauce to pour over the tangsuyuk, before Yebeom and him argue over pouring or dipping.

Sol, still feeling suspicious, breaks her chopsticks just as Joon Hwi picks up a pickle from her plastic saucer to put on her noodles. Her eyes dart from his chopstick to his face, but he just nods at her pickles, expressions hard to read.

Sol crunches on her pickles, but it does nothing to soothe the feeling that everyone was aware of something, but her.

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The rest of the week was a puzzle piece that Sol could not fix together.

She woke up everyday to a new message by Joon Hwi, sometimes sending her funny videos, or a simple “let’s get through this together”. She woke up once to her roomie handing her breakfast and coffee. It just didn’t click in Sol’s head to see the cold Sol B hand her a sandwich and coffee.

Their group chat was undoubtedly noisy, but even more so now. Something in common was how the more chatty ones would ask Sol for advice or chat and strike noisy conversations. She was used to the chaos, but she definitely didn’t feel used to having the attention on her.

As the group had earned different internships from small and large firms, Sol was going to be left in school alone, still applying and hoping for one to come her way. Her study group knew about it, and instead continued to encourage her about it. They avoided talk on their internships, and actively tried to help Sol. While Sol was grateful, she couldn’t help but wish that they would just act normal and not worry about her.

She chose to meet them for breakfast on the day of their internships. The meal was noisy as usual as they ate their sandwiches and gimbaps. They were dressed smartly in their suits with their briefcases. Sol made a fuss over everyone looking smart on their first day.

“Hurry up and eat, you’re going to be late for your internship!” Sol scolded BokGi as he and Yebeom threw comments back and forth. Everyone was off for theirs and ready with their jackets and bags. Walking with them to the door, she couldn’t help but feel like a mom to her kids, sending them to school.

“Noona! Check your table later in the libra-” Yebeom gleefully mused before BokGi clamped his mouth shut and JiHo (with much irritation) smacked his head silently.

“What?” Sol asks, turning to Joon Hwi, who was turning redder by the second. Joon Hwi closes his eyes, the same way he does when he’s embarrassed and looks away from her.

“Listen to Yebeom and check the table.” He says, finally looking at her. “We’ll see you for dinner then.” Waving a quick goodbye, the group walked away from her towards the carpark where they separated to the bus stops or in the direction of the train station.

“O-Okay…” she mutters, still confused as she carries her books and bag to her usual table at the library. She would have went to sulk at Professor Kim’s office for a while, but she instead chose to head straight to study. Professor Kim had enough on her plate and she wasn’t ready just yet to face Professor Kim with her mood.

There, at her table, lies her stack of books.

Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Huffing out, she slumps her bag on her table, gathering the post its on the bar above the table. Most of them were just plain comments, like how she had to stop slamming her pen into her hand (it distracted students) or move out of the library cause there aren't enough seats. Opening her book on civil code, she was ready to start drilling her head before meeting Professor Kim.

Then she spots an envelope, hidden between the pages of the book.

Carefully, she picks it out and looks on the cream white paper, the only ink on it her name, written in neat handwriting. She could recognise Joon Hwi’s handwriting anywhere. A slight scoff escapes her lips and several students turn in annoyance. Realising that this was probably not the best place to be in, she grabs her books and bags (and the post its) and leaves the library. She heads to the empty study room, where she knows she’s be comfortable at.

Opening the flap, she slips out numerous slips of paper, varying degrees of length and sizes. Some words were neat, some were a little messy.

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To: Unnie <3

Sol-unnie, you know you’re smart, right? Your grades may not show that you are the best, but I know you are! Whenever I hear you discuss a case with the study group, I know you’re trying your best to memorise and improve. Don’t give up, unnie! I will support you till the end!

- Yeseul

To: Sol-A noona

Yah, noona! You have to stop injuring yourself, okay? You gave us a really big scare the last time when you started nose bleeding in the midst of study group. Noona, don’t look at your grades anymore! If a man like me can get through law school so far pretty well, you can too! Fighting, noona!

Noona~ you’re really talented. The fact that you scored so well during the criminal law test and managed to spot the comma just shows for amazing you are! Noona, don’t be discouraged... seeing you discouraged makes us sad too. Your favourite dongsaeng is here to help you!

- BokGi and Yebeom

To: Kang Sol-A

You can do it. Review your cases before classes. Get your internship.

-JiHo

To: Sol-A

Live up to your name, will you? And sleep on a regular schedule.

- Roommate

To: Sol

Sunbae, remember me? Stop doubting yourself and trust yourself. You’re smarter than you know and fit for court. I will support you from wherever you are. I’m grateful for you, for supporting me all this time. I think Dan would be proud of you, and so will the cookie Byeol.

Sol, you are worthy in my eyes. So stop undermining yourself. You belong in Hankuk next to me. You can’t give up now.

-Joon Hwi

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Sol lets a smile creep on her face as she lets a small blush rise to her face. Holding her letters to her heart, she closes her eyes, reminding herself of the past week and her friend’s efforts to cheer her on. She knew no doubt it had to be Joon Hwi who convinced everyone there to write for her despite their busy schedule. For even Sol B to help out and bother about her, it warmed her heart to have her support.

Picking her book, she pinned her hair up as she started drill into her book with a new found confidence, fuelled by her friends supporting her. But most importantly, she felt worthy. She felt loved. She felt confident. She was hopeful.

(Everyone thinks she’s worthy in their eyes, but one just thinks she’s perfect.)

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hawkwhore · 3 years

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Rebound - Hawk X Female!Reader

taking place some time after his breakup with moon, (probably end of S3 era after his redemption) he starts to develop feelings for y/n, but he isn’t sure if he’s ready for another relationship after what happened with moon. this results in constant disguised flirting to avoid commitment, leaving y/n confused on if he likes her, or is just joking around.

p.s. thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! :) i decided that im gonna make a hawk imagine as a thank you since i’ve been thinking about doing it for awhile. im so scared to post this bye.

words; 2,444

includes; light swearing, angst, fluff

It had gotten to a point, that it was almost bothersome. Bothersome, the way he would talk to you, and pretend like it was nothing.

“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted you as you sat down at Hawk’s lunch table. Your friends smirked and you rolled your eyes, trying to repress a smile. He did this all too often, making comments that shouldn’t be made unless it meant something more.

“Hi.” You sat down awkwardly, never knowing how to respond to his uncomfortable remarks. Not that you exactly minded them, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a bit of a thing for Hawk. But what you didn’t like, however, was not being able to tell if his comments were serious, or just another way to amuse himself over your reactions.

“So, we were just talking about the next All Valley. You’re coming to watch, right?” Hawk asked you as he bit into his food. You were never really into actually taking these karate classes, but you were a supportive friend to the group and always came to watch them fight. “Yeah, of course.”

“I still think you should join the dojo and fight with us, Y/N.” Miguel said hopefully and you smiled at him, preparing to reject the idea again. “Yeah, plus, you’d look pretty hot in the uniform, right guys?” Hawk joked, looking to the table for agreement. You let out a sigh of disappointment at the comment, laughing it off as the rest of the group agreed.

“Yeah, not happening.” You said while grinning, shutting the idea down for the millionth time. Hawk frowned. “You’re lame.” He stuck out a finger from behind the sandwich he was holding to point a finger at you. “Oh well. Looks like you guys will have to find another way to spend more time with me.” You joked, and gave a shrug of your shoulders to your friends.

You had thought, this would have been a good opening for Hawk to say something like ‘You’re right, do you wanna go out with me this weekend?’ but of course, he didn’t say that. He didn’t say anything, really. The conversation just went on.

It made no sense to you why he acted the way he did, but never made a move. It was truly infuriating at times. Eventually the bell rang, and you all parted for the second half of your classes. You wouldn’t see Hawk again until your last period, which was both upsetting and a relief for you at the same time. He’s just so unpredictable.

There had even been times you’d called him out on his behavior, like when you all went out to Golf N’ Stuff and he practically acted like you two were a couple the whole night. He was complimenting you, putting his arm around you, and it prompted you to quite literally say, ‘If you actually like me that much why haven’t you asked me out?’ In a taunting tone towards him, wanting to see what he’d do.

For the first time in a long time, he’d seemed intimidated. He retracted his arm from you even, and after a moment’s silence regained his usual composure to spout a “You wish,” and laugh it off. It hurt your feelings a little, honestly. Was he just using you for the comfort without the obligation? Could it have easily been anyone else besides you? You were determined to find out, but you’ve just been stuck playing the long game.

It was later that day when you reached your final class that more unsurprising events from Hawk occurred. You had been sitting in the general center area of the classroom when Hawk walked in, and he shot a wink your way as he took his usual seat behind you.

“Hey,” he greeted. You turned around to face him, noticing once again how cute he looked in his red hoodie that you wish was yours, and replied nonchalantly. “Hey, how was bio?” You asked him. The teacher wasn’t here yet, so you were thankfully able to converse without being yelled at.

“It was wild,” he started, and his eyes lit up while his mouth curled into a devious smile. “We actually dissected some shit today. Just completely ripped the frog’s guts apart.” He spoke, feeling accomplished. “Totally badass.”

You mimicked the way a person would vomit, exclaiming how disgusting that story was. “And that is exactly why I am not taking biology.” You said while giggling.

He rolled his eyes playfully, but watched you intently as you laughed. He didn’t say anything at first, just smiled softly. “I love your laugh, it’s so cute.” There it is. Except this time it seemed a little more sincere than a harmless flirtation. Too bad that you know that’s all it really is, though.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in a confused look at his compliment like you always do, and turned back to the front of the class when you realized the teacher had just arrived.

It can’t be that he’s scared to ask you out in some sort of fear of rejection, because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel many times before. When it first started, you tried to reciprocate the things he did and said. But every time you tried, he brushed you off and made you feel like he didn’t want that. So, what, he could flirt with you, but you couldn’t flirt with him? How is that fair?

You considered these thoughts throughout class, and it was starting to frustrate you. Seriously, how is that fair?

You had become so focused on these thoughts, in fact, that you didn’t notice when the teacher had called on you. “Y/N,” Hawk shook your arm from behind you trying to get your attention back onto the class, and you whipped your head up. “Yeah, sorry.”

When class was over and you headed out of the room, Hawk was close to follow behind and pull you to the side before you got too far. “Hey are we still on for tonight?” He asked confidently, referring to your plan to watch the new WandaVision episode together at his house after school. You would’ve been nervous about this, but luckily Demetri was coming, so it shouldn’t be too awful.

“Yeah, duh,” you said while walking towards the exit with him. When you reached his car, you looked around. “Where’s Demetri?” You questioned, as Hawk started getting in the drivers’ seat. “He didn’t tell you he wasn’t coming?” He said boredly. Suddenly you felt tense, but you masked that with a look of annoyance. Figures.

“Ugh, what? No? He’s annoying. Why not?” You complained as you got in the car, no longer waiting for Demetri to show up. “Family dinner, I think?” He responded, while you buckled in your seatbelt and checked your makeup in the little mirror.

“Okay, well, his loss I guess.” You tried to hide your anxiousness about the fact you two were now going to be alone together at his house, with continued annoyance about Demetri’s cancellation.

“Yeah definitely, what loser would pass up an entire hour of sitting next to you?” He commented smugly, trying to lighten the mood. “Half-hour.” You corrected, turning your head away and ignoring the flirtatious intention of the comment.

You shook off the unexpected change of plan and suggested some music, to which Hawk agreed. You both terribly sang along to a few songs while chatting about WandaVision theories until you got to his house, and went inside.

“So what was that in class today?” As you two were walking upstairs to his room, he asked you this almost through a bit of laughter. “What do you mean?” You looked for clarification, hoping he didn’t mean what you thought he did. “You never lose focus in class.” He confirmed.

“Yeah I don’t know! Just zoned out I guess.” You tried to explain without giving him the details on the thoughts that caused your zoning out, thankful for not having to be in direct eye contact with him as you answered while walking inside his room.

Unfortunately, this answer was not good enough for Hawk. “Bullshit! What were you thinking about?” He encouraged lightheartedly, assuming this topic of conversation wouldn’t be anything deep. How wrong he was.

You sat down on his bed and he did the same, and you tried to think of what to say next. At your silence he continued, “You were probably thinking about how hot I am, huh?” You lightly smacked his arm and let out a breath of defeat.

“I don’t wanna kill the vibe by talking about this. I just wanna see Evan Peters in the next episode.” You tried changing the topic by making a joke, but he didn’t budge.

“Dude, what is it? Seriously you can talk to me.” He looked at you sincerely and moved a little closer, detecting this might be more serious than he thought. As annoyed as you were that he wouldn’t give this up, your heart melted a bit at this action.

Then, that heart started beating incredibly fast when you realized what you were now going to have to admit to him. It’s fine, you told yourself, you’ve been wanting to get this off your chest for ages, so just do it.

“Do you like me?” You blurted out.

That is not how you intended to start this conversation at all.

The smirk that was always planted on Hawk’s face immediately fell, and he suddenly looked nervous. “What?” He asked, trying to avoid answering.

Lucky for him, you had more to say.

“All you do, every time I see you, is make flirtatious comments towards me, and it’s weird. It wouldn’t be weird if you actually meant them, but you had plenty of chances to act on it and you haven’t, so at this point I’m wondering if you’re just using me as some sort of fun rebound to mess with and you don’t even like me at all, especially since whenever I tried to flirt back you brushed it off and acted like I was an idiot for doing that, so if you don’t actually like me I’d appreciate if you stopped doing what you’re doing because it’s confusing and I don’t know how to act around you anymore.”

You hesitated for a moment after your very passionate speech, and finished with, “That.. is what I was thinking about during class.”

You looked up at him anxiously and saw an expression of hurt and guilt on his face, and he gulped harshly at the realization that it was his turn to talk.

“You’re not a rebound.” He spoke softly, avoiding eye contact, almost reverting back to his Eli persona. You felt a glimpse of hope at this, but waited for him to continue, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt’s sleeves in impatience.

“And I’m sorry I made you feel like that was even a possibility.” He said louder, slowly regaining his confidence in his words. “I’ve been nervous, after Moon, about getting into another relationship.” He admitted to you, finally looking into your eyes.

Now that he wasn’t as nervous anymore to explain himself, suddenly you were. Where was this going?

“I didn’t want to commit to anything, I was..” He took a breath, as if ashamed to say it, “Scared.” He looked down, avoiding your gaze again, but continued. “I just didn’t want to screw up the same way I did before, and grow a relationship like that just for it to end so soon.”

“So you thought you’d just flirt with whoever was around to compensate your need for love?” You interrupted harshly. You felt a little bad, but you were still angry, and insecure.. and it still sounded like a rebound.

But all your thoughts of self-doubt went out the window when he took your hands in his. “No!” Hawk said, almost shouting in disbelief at you. “I like you a lot, Y/N. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want to make things serious and get hurt again, or even worse I do something stupid and hurt you. But I guess my attempt at ‘liking you from a distance’—“ He put emphasis on those words, as though making fun of his own phrasing. “—ended up being stupid and hurt you anyways. And I’m really sorry for that.”

Hawk poured his heart out to you, and you were in shock. You don’t think you’d ever seen him so vulnerable before. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you did something you thought you’d never do.

You kissed him.

His short look of confusion as you leaned in quickly faded when he realized, and he happily accepted the kiss. He moved his hand to hold your face, his other one on your waist, and you lightly rested your hands on his chest. A sense of relief washed over you, finally understanding what was going through his head all this time. Before the kiss could deepen, you parted from him to say something.

“I understand,” You moved your arms up a little, wrapping them around his neck while talking, and he held your waist loosely. “But I hope you know that we don’t have to be like you and Moon. You’ve changed so much since then. And I believe in us. I want to be with you.”

You stared into his eyes intensely, hoping he would say exactly what you’ve been wanting him to say to you for months.

His puppy dog expression broke into a huge smile, and he nodded. “Yeah, I want to be with you too.” He leaned in again, much more confidently this time, and kissed you deeply.

He kept his hold on your waist tight, and your lips continued to move together as your hands grasped onto the back of his neck. He leaned forwards slightly and moved his hand to hold your jaw, but accidentally broke the kiss from a smile he couldn’t manage to suppress.

You giggled at this, giving him another quick peck on the lips before turning yourself towards the TV. “So, WandaVision?” You reminded him, laughing to yourself a bit at how things escalated.

“Oh, right,” Hawk hesitated, looking at you for another second. “Fine.” He gave up the idea of kissing you more, and searched for the remote.

“I guess we should be glad Demetri didn’t come after all.” Hawk smiled slyly as he picked up the remote, and cuddled up next to you on the bed.

You laughed, and curled up close to him as he turned on the show. “Yeah, definitely.”

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ok hi i hope this wasn’t terrible i’ve basically never written a fanfic before but if y’all liked it you can send me requests??

also random thought i got uncomfy just writing them kissing even though i read intensely nsfw fanfics on the daily so idk why that happened but anyways. LMFAOOO

bye thank u for 100 followers excuse me while i hibernate because this post is embarrassing

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emiliaheartfeel · 3 years

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Supergirl

Chapter 7: Bro Code

AN: Atsumu did a shitty thing, that I do not condone. Hope your ready to feel smad!

It’s been two weeks since you started ignoring and avoiding Atsumu. You didn’t even reply to his message and he has been too stubborn to apologize. It’s starting to get on Osamu’s nerves because avoiding Atsumu included avoiding Osamu. He hasn’t seen or heard from you and Atsumu has been a bitch the whole time too. The coach had to bench cause he was being down right cruel to his own teammates. Osamu can’t talk to you and he hasn’t wanted to ask Atsumu, but this had gotten ridiculous and the team agrees. Kita calls a team meeting after practice one day. Atsumu is extremely bitter and becomes even more annoyed when all heads turn to him.

“What happened with you Atsumu?”

“I don’t know what your fucking talking about!”

“You have been rather irritable as of late”

“What he means is you have been a bitch.”

“In a sense, yes”

“I am always like this”

“Like hell you are man”

“Why don’t you all just leave me hell alone!”

Osamu can’t take it anymore and lunges at he’s brother in pure fury. This already was more intense then their usual petty fights. Fights about you always were. Osamu has Atsumu pinned under him hands in his collar holding him down. Both Aran and Kita are ready to get involved but Osamu sends them a nasty glare.

“What. The. Fuck. Did you do?”

“I already told you I don’t know what you are talking about”

“Bull fucking shit. Y/N is so mad at YOU she isn’t even talking to me”

“She chose you,”

“What”

“Three months ago she chose you,”

Osamu is lost now. What was Atsumu on about. Confusion is all he feels as he watches Atsumu looks broken. Years ago Atsumu was the first twin to tell the other he loved you Osamu revealed he did too a few months later.

“Last time she was in town she came to me to talk about you,”

“I don’t understand she barely even said goodbye when she left.”

“Because I had slept with her,”

Osamu’s mind goes blank for a moment before he pulls his fist back in punches Atsumu in the nose hard enough he feels a crunch. Aran grabs his arm as he pulled again to hit his twin again. He looks feral and Atsumu looks torn and ashamed. He’s not even fighting back not making eye contact with anyone.

“You! What!!”

Atsumu doesn’t answer finding his hands much more interesting. The team is stunned into silence this wasn’t the petty bullshit they were expecting. This was deep and personal.

“Answer! Me!”

“She loved you... Loves you”

“...”

“She came to me nervous a few nights before she was leaving to ask me a question”

You were in the Miya house in your pjs when you are pacing in the hall. Your right foot goes to rub up and down you left calf a sign of pure nerves for you. Atsumu raises an eyebrow at you with an annoying teasing smirk.

“What’s up, Supergirl,”

“Umm..I...”

“What? Finally confessing your undying love to the lesser twin,”

He knew. Knew you had a crush on Osamu. You had told him a year ago, but you hadn’t acted on believing it would make your relationship with both the twins weird which Atsumu fully agreed with.

“Haha, no it’s something else...”

“Come on, you can always tell the great and generous Atsumu what’s troubling you”

“I don’t think I want to”

“Oh! She doesn’t want my advise! I am not good enough to give you my advise! Oh the betrayal. That promise when you were 8 and sobbing on front porch and I told you I always got you. That means nothing to you appare...”

“You dramatic bitch.”

*overdramatic sigh*

“Oh my god! Fine...I....to...Osamu...”

“What was that?”

“I want to give Osamu my virginity!”

“Oh”

Something in him really broke. Knowing you loved Osamu was and not acting on it was one thing, but this would definitely lead to you and his brother dating. He couldn’t handle if you two actively together. He couldn’t watch you be with another man.

“What’s that look for”

“I just think that’s a bad idea”

“Why?”

“Tell me have you really thought this through”

“Yes I want my first time to be with someone a love and trust,”

“Then let me do it!”

“What?”

He knew he was running purely on emotions and needs a cover and fast. He’s panicking this isn’t how he imagined confessing to you. He had even thought about ever confessing to you.

“We love each other and you trust me”

“You know that’s different!”

“Not really it’s going be completely yours decision everything. Think about how weird it’ll if he says no or worse he says yes and doesn’t have feelings for you. Having sex with someone you love, but doesn’t love you is a new kind of torture that I don’t want you to go through!”

“How do you know he doesn’t love me!”

“I just do!”

“How!”

“He told me!”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Atsumu I just love Y/N she’s like the perfect little sister!”

He know it was fucked up. He knew he was breaking her heart and lying to do it.

“Obviously I am not saying you need to have sex with me, but I am your safest bet,”

“I need to go home,”

“Let me walk you then”

“I don’t think that’s necessary”

“No it’s not but I need you to understand I am not trying to actively sleep with you. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

BULLSHIT! He was a liar and a horrible friend.

“Atsumu I just found out the guy I have been in love of with for years doesn’t love me and his brother, who looks exactly like him, offers sex. I am going to be fucking hurt! I need time to think and get over Osamu. And rethink shit about my virginity,”

He knew this wasn’t gonna be good for you. You already looked destroyed and all he wanted to do was hold you, but he knew that might just confuse you. Though the really dark voice in him wanted you confused, cause maybe then you would finally pick him. He couldn’t go that far. Everything had to be your choice.

‘But is it really her choice. You lied so she wanted go to Osamu, to make you seem more attractive more desirable. You are soliciting sex from the girl you claim to live because you are jealous and maybe this is the closest you’ll ever get to her loving you. You thought if you can’t have love, lust is just as good.’ He thought to himself. Guilt riddled him before you were even out the door.

“Y/N forget I said anything. You should love and trust the man you give your first to.”

You walk out and don’t back in until a few days later. Osamu isn’t home again. You knew that and Atsumu knew you knew it. He’s hesitant to even approach you, but it is clear he is who you came to see.

“I need to know this won’t change anything between us,”

“What won’t?”

“That if I give you my virginity. Your still my friend Atsumu. I can’t live my life with out you. You were right I didn’t think it through. Even if Osamu did love me it doesn’t mean we wouldn’t eventually fall out of love and then he would just be out of my life right. I need you by my side even if he isn’t.”

It almost sounded like a love confession to Atsumu, but he knows better. You are so desperate to keep Osamu in your life you have torn yourself a part to hide that you loved him. You just assumed Atsumu was always going to be there, you just need him to say it. It not like Osamu where you won’t even risk it. Atsumu, he knew you could live without him you just don’t want to.

“No matter we are gonna be weird with each other we both have to have faith in each other, but Y/N I was talking out my ass. It annoyed me that you were gonna have sex with Osamu over me. Yeah it doesn’t make sense but you know how competitive we are. You don’t got to do this. We pretend this never happen and have a sundae night.”

“I am sure Atsumu.”

That’s what he told his teammates and that’s how it went down. Osamu is livid. Aran is holding him tightly as Kita had put tape over his mouth so Atsumu could tell his story without interruptions. Everyone taking it all in.

“Wait then why is she mad now?”

Atsumu pulls out his phone and shows them the texts he sent.

“You are an idiot”

As soon as Osamu signals he is calm enough Aran slowly and with hesitation let’s him go. As he turns to his twin face hardened and swallows tightly.

“She can never know you lied”

“...what”

“It would ruin her, Atsumu. You are her confidant and you took advantage of her. She can’t know. We pretend it never happened, we follow our bro code and neither of us go for her ever. We be the best big brothers we can. Nothing changes between us.”

“...I”

“Shut up! You did a terrible thing and should be treating her like a goddess until one of you dies. You barely deserve to be in the same room as her. You are lucky I don’t break your hands.”

“I know”

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AN: I don’t think I capture the amount of heartbreak Atsumu actually was suppose to be in but boy is suppose to seem fucking broken. Doesn’t excuse his action but he insecure scared baby that just wants love.

AN: Sorry this chapter took a little longer. If I don’t have you in my tag list just message me! I am so so nervous about how you all are going to react to this chapter and the next ones. Also there are more then 10 chapters this is just volume 1 🙃.

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fruityutas · 4 years

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the devil wears prada

mafia!lee taeyong x female!reader

lowercase intended

!this story is a work of fiction and the characters used in it are in NO WAY like this in real life!

genre: thriller, fluff if you squint hard enough, ANGST

p.1/?

summary: lee taeyong is a cold-blooded mafia leader, not meant to give or receive love. what happens when an innocent by-stander turns out to be the most beautiful woman he’s laid eyes on?

✰ warnings: cursing, blood, murder, descriptions of wounds (man does taking nursing classes help with that lmao), violence

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taeyong was an enigma to the world. hell, even in the mafia he confused many. he was arguably one of the best leaders out there. many feared him and his men. the tactics used by his team terrified even the toughest of mafiosos.

“do you want us to dispose of the body or?” the sentence johnny had asked snapped taeyong out of his trancelike state.

“hm, no. let them see what will happen if they try any other funny shit, the bastards really thought their new recruit could do a mission of that significance? idiots.” johnny chuckled and turned away from taeyong, a smirk overlaying his features.

“anything for you, tae.” as johnny walked out, taeyong thought of all the different instances where his men’s loyalty had been tested, and every single time johnny had been one of the only ones to stay by his side. he smiled to himself and left his office, ready for the next mission. he walked out into the grand room where a few of his closest men already lingered, talking amongst themselves.

“cmon, they were already going to die, i helped them out in all honesty.”

“donghyuk, how in the hell is slitting someone’s throat helping them?” taeyong rolled his eyes at the two younger’s antics.

“will you two be quiet? youre giving me a headache. and mark?”

“yes, boss?” “donghyuk has a point, he wouldve suffered a much greater fate if not for him.” mark stutters and bows to taeyong, apologizing. taeyong pats him on the shoulder reassuring him he was being light-hearted with the comment. he walks away from the two boys and over to yuta and jaehyun, his two close-range shooters.

“so who’s coming with me tonight?” they both look at him and shrug. taeyong thinks for a second before deciding on jaehyun. yuta had a bad week and needing a small break.

“nevermind that, jaehyun will come. yuta, you need rest, ok?” yuta nods and offers the leader a slice of cheese. taeyong looks at him questioningly and takes it. he and jaehyun walk off shrugging.

“so whats the plan tonight, tae?” taeyong stops and turns to his companion.

“well, johnny is stationed at the door while you and mark go in first. kill anyone you see and scope out for any other outlying threats. then you’re going to go to the main room in the building and search for the target, don’t kill them, this is actually a rescue mission. i’ll have taeil and doyoung in the van watching the security cameras. once you find the target get him free but dont let him get away from you, we need him alive. bring him back to the van, taeil will know where to go. once you and mark get to the second location, i will already be there along with jungwoo and donghyuk. we will take it from there and you can head back here after that. simple enough?”

“of course, but who needs them rescued?”

“im not sure exactly who, but some ceo needs him alive apparently.” jaehyun shrugs and continues walking towards the basement, where all things field related are. guns, knives, bombs, armor, you name it and it’s down there. the team for tonights mission all get ready in their required gear and pile into two vans, taking off into the quiet night.

walking in this neighborhood was a terrible idea. you were shivering from the cold and every sound around you had your senses heightened and on alert. ‘what a shitty night’ your thoughts momentarily clouded your mind and you failed to notice the scene in front of you. three men came out of one of the many abandoned buildings around here, but why was one tied to a chair? you look up to see one of the men pointing at you and looking worried. your walking starts to get uneasy as you get closer. the other man throws the hostage into a van and then turns to you. you’re close enough to hear them speaking.

“what the fuck are we gonna do? we cant let her leave.”

“i dont know, mark, lemme figure it out. maybe she didn’t see.” your face gives yourself away, the taller one rolls his eyes and groans. he starts towards you, the other looking uncomfortable. you stumble and start to back up.

“um can i help you?”

“yea can you help us with something real quick? we need a third person for it.” you hesitated but slowly start to walk over to the van.

“so uh what do you need help wi-AH, WHAT THE FUCK?” the taller man pushes you in beside the one still tied to a chair and shits the door harshly. you get up and try to open it but theres no handles.

“shit shit shit, holy shit what am i gonna do?” the man in the chair chuckles and wheezes.

“so what do they want you for? interference? or maybe you’re one of them too.” you turn to look at the man.

“what are you talking about?” he scoffs and turns his head away from you.

“hmm let’s hope your death wont be as grueling as mine, huh?” you swallow a lump that had formed in your throat.

“what do you mean death? they’re trying to kill us?”

“well sweetheart, im a contract so yeah, but you- you just ran into some shitty luck huh? these are your last moments if im being honest. no one comes out after being taken by nct.” your heart rate had skyrocketed.

“who is nct? why am i going to die i didnt see anything of importance. i just saw those two up there ask me for help.” he tsks and smirks.

“thats too late now, your already in this van being taken to the second location, and thats where the boss is- taeyong -he aint a nice guy you know, i would be praying for just a simple gun to the head at this point.” your face pales and the tears start falling. why did you have to choose that shitty side of town to go through? now look what happened, you’re being kidnapped by some organization that kills people for nothing. you curl into a ball into the corner and fall asleep thinking of everything you’re not going to get to achieve.

the van’s door slides open and moonlight streams in, illuminating you and the man still strapped to the chair. you pull your head from your knees and push yourself farther into the corner, praying they would have forgotten you. the man that shoved you in peeks his head in and looks for you. his eyes land on you and you stay put. his face quirks before he reaches in to drag you out. you put up a hefty fight, punching and screaming at him.

“you bastard, put me down or so help me-“

“i think its best if you shut the hell up.” you scoff at his words and still attempt to wriggle yourself from his grasp. he pinches your arm and you finally just fall limp, giving into your fate.

“what are we going to do with her? taeyong is already in there finishing up.” your captor said cooly to the smaller man.

“just wait until he finishes, he’ll want to know we have her.” he sighs and walks towards a different van than what you arrived in, opening the back doors before turning back around. the man holding you starts walking towards it and sets you in it.

“ya’know you made this whole thing hard for us? usually if a person sees something like what was happening they turn away and leave.” you scoff,

“i already told you i didn’t see anything.” he smirks and turns away laughing.

“i’m not dumb, i saw you before you even saw us. so what were you doing on that side of town so late at night?” you refused to reply.

“mark can you see if taeyong is almost done? i’m getting tired of watching this girl, she’s such a brat.” he turned back towards you and got closer.

“am i gonna have to repeat myself? i require answers when i ask something.” you rolled your eyes and look away. before you can blink he’s grabbing your hair and yanking you closer to his face.

“i dont like attitudes, brat. its like you want me to hurt you.” your eyes turn to saucers and you whimper out,

“i- i was staying and studying late, i’m, i’m not supposed to be here please let me go! i wont tell anyone i dont even care i just want to go home!” he scoffs and hangs his head before looking back at you. a new voice makes its way to your ears.

“i’m afraid i can’t let you go, sweetheart.”

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idkanymoreaboutlife · 4 years

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Soo I’ve never written for anything but anime and some tv shows, but I wanted to try my hand at writing some Dewey Finn fanfiction. He’s definitely out of character and I think I’ve definitely could’ve done better but I think with writing him more it’ll get better. Sorry for the ranting, anyways here’s what I wrote. Also, I’m on mobile so I can’t do the whole ‘read more’, I apologize for that.

Goth girl next door

Dewey couldn’t stand his neighbor. Every Friday-Sunday night at 10 o’clock loud, heavy metal music come from the thin walls next door. He absolutely hated them, granted he never met the person before, but, from the lack of sleep every weekend for the past 2 months and the constant bass thumping into his head at 12 am, he has a right to hold hatred to his neighbor. Don’t get him wrong, at first he enjoyed the music coming from the apartment. But it became apparent that this neighbor only listened to same genre; heavy metal. Dewey didn’t mind at first, he recognized a few artists like Alice In Chains ana Godsmack, but then the screaming came. God, he couldn’t nt stand hearing those deep, growling songs piercing his ears at midnight. Yes, he’s a lover of music and a self proclaimed rock god, but..it became annoying to hear the same music every weekend.

Monday morning came and Dewey sat at his desk, nursing his 3rd cup of coffee in the past 2 hours. As the kids filed into the room they passed concerned glances at Dewey. Sure, they’re used to seeing him tired and out of it on some mornings but today he looked more haggard than ever. His usually messy hair was in more of disarray, heavy bags weighed underneath his eyes and yawns kept escaping his mouth every few minutes. The kids sat in their seats and talked amongst themselves about the shell of their normally upbeat teacher. Summer took charge of the discussion, asking the others what could possibly have their teacher become like this.

“Maybe he got kicked out of his apartment?” Katie mused.

“No, he would be stressed but he still would’ve been active.” Summer commented back

“Girl troubles?” Zack spouted out, almost everyone gave a soft giggle.

“Oh definitely not that.” Summer replied.

“The last girl trouble he had was with Ms. Mullins and we all know how that went.” Alicia said, rolling her eyes.

“Well I don’t know what it could be, he never acted like this.” Summer huffed out, falling back into her seat, crossing her arms.

“Why don’t we ask him?” Tomika spoke up, her soft voice filling the silence that fell upon the students. They agreed and the students piled up to Dewey’s desk. Summer taking the lead at the front. He looked up from his notes for the day, giving a small tired smile at them.

“What’s up guys? You just gotta give me like 5 minutes and then we’ll start.” Summer put her hands on the desk, leaning forward.

“You’re acting strange, what’s wrong?” She asked, a stern lay over her voice. He gave her an odd look.

“What? Nothings wrong” ,he gave a weak chuckle, “ I had a long night with papers.”

“You’re terrible at lying Mr. Finn.” Summer said, rolling her eyes. He gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes, giving a yawn before speaking.

“My neighbor plays heavy metal every weekend all night long and I can’t sleep because of it.”

“Why don’t you just talk with them? Communication is key!” Katie said.

“Yeah! Whenever my parents get into an argument, they talk it out.” Billy chimes in. Dewey chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

“I never spoke with them before, ever since they moved in they’ve been doing this. No one else has compliments so.”

“You still have to talk with them or else it’s never going to be resolved.” Summer interjected. Dewey nodded and gave them a tired smile.

“Well I guess after class I’ll have a chat with them.” The students being satisfied with his answer, went back to their seats.

When school ended Dewey headed back to his van, getting into the drivers side and putting his messenger bag on the cluttered passenger seat. Sighing he started the van, turning on the radio to the classic rock channel and pulling out of he parking lot, back to his apartment. He drove slower than he normally would, not excited about heading home and confronting his neighbor about their music habits. He went over in his head how he’ll talk to them.

“Hey I’m your next door neighbor, your music is shit..no that sounds harsh. Hey I’m Dewey Finn, your neighbor, could you like..not play metal at ungodly hours?..no, no that’s too forward.” He sighed to himself, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, trying to come up with a good starter.

“Maybe just start a conversation? And lead into it? Yeah that sounds good Dewey, wing it man.” He gave himself a quick affirmation nod and pulled into his parking space at the front of the building. Turning the ignition off he grabbed his bag and left the car, heading up to his apartment.

He stood at the door to his neighbors, amping himself up to knock at the dark wood door. Shaking the nervous jitters out in his hand he raises his fist, rapping on the door a few soft times. He hears footsteps drawing near the door, the chain unhooking from the lock and the door opening some. He went to speak but his words got caught in his throat. There stood a girl, mid 20s with knotted hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head, black smudged eyeshadow and eyeliner, smeared from not being taken off the night before. She wore an off the shoulder long sleeved shirt, some metal band plastered on the front, the hint of pajama shorts peeking out from underneath it. She stared blankly at Dewey.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice carrying into the hallway. He snapped himself out of his daze and closed his mouth, offering a quick smile.

“Hey um, im your neighbor uh Dewey, Dewey Finn..” he said, giving a small wave. She gave him a once over of his long sleeved yellow dress shirt and way too snug vest. She sighed.

“Okay, I’m y/n. What do you want.”

“Um oh you play your music uh really loud on the weekends and uh I’m a teacher, and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t play it..so loud..or as much.” She blinked at him.

“I don’t think so.” She went to close the door but he caught it with his foot, she gave him a glare of annoyance.

“We-well why not? I think it’s pretty reasonable thing to ask somebody.”

“Listen, I have work in a few hours, you’re more than welcome to go to the landlord and file your complaint. But I don’t have time for this.” She huffed and moved to kick his foot away, he stopped her by talking again.

“I get it, I do but I need my sleep but I can’t get any if you’re playing your music, horrible taste by the way, at 3 am!” His voice rose uncharacteristically, becoming annoyed by this woman being immature.

“I’m so sorry for that, let me just throw out my guitar and speaker. God forbid I have a hobby.” Her eyes rolled and she let out a dry chuckle. He stared at her, guitar?

“You play the guitar?” He spoke near a whisper.

“Yeah? That’s what I just said. Listen, can you leave now?”

“Oh um yeah, but uh can I see your setup?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Seems like a second date question.” Chuckling to herself she opened her door up more. Before he could walk in, she stopped him.

“Five minutes, that’s it.” He nodded and followed her into the small space, closing the door behind him. Walking more into the apartment, he saw a black guitar with stickers covering it, on a stand near the window. An amp next to it with as many stickers at the guitar. Her apartment was relatively clean, save for the coffee table being littered with takeout boxes and beer bottles. He walked over to the guitar and brushed his hand over the neck.

“Is this a Fender Stratocaster?” He looked at her in amazement. She nodded and leaned herself on the couch arm.

“Yep, my dad got it for me a couple years back.”

“Wow, I’m amazed.” He looked back at the guitar, looking at all the stickers that covered the once mahogany body.

“Do you play?” She asked him, coming over to stand on the other side of him. He nodded.

“I was in a band before, now I teach kids about rock theory and how to play classic.”

“Do you wanna try it out?” He looked at her like a kid in a candy store.

“Really?”

“Yeah, knock yourself out.” She pulled the amp in and connected the cord to the body of the guitar, messing with the dials on the amp.

“Go ahead.” He picked up he guitar and out the strap over his shoulders, strumming out a few cords to test, smiling at the sound that resounded from it. He plucked out a few more strings before strumming into the opening cords to Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. She watched him with a smile, arms crossed as she watched him getting into the zone. His body started swaying to the music, heading the vocals in his head as he played on. As he finished the first 3 minutes of it, he stopped, putting the guitar back on the stand.

“You’re good, I’ll give you that.” She smiled at him. He gave a small blush and scratched the back of his head.

“Oh you know, I dabble here and there.” They gave a soft laugh together. “Sooo, you think you can tone down the music on the weekends?” He asked, puppy dog eyes in play. She gave a roll of her eyes and sighed.

“I can definitely try and tone it down, no promises.” She walked him back to the front door, opening it for him as he stepped back out of the apartment.

“Great! Um..I mean thanks, I appreciate that.” He smiled and turned to walk away but paused, turning to look at her.

“What time do you finish your shift tonight?” She gave him an odd look.

“We close at 12, I’ll be home at 1.”

“Cool, you wanna grab a drink afterwards? I know a great place.” He smiled at her as she stared at him. Giving a nod.

“Sounds good, it’s a date.” She said her goodbyes and closed the door. He broke out into a grin, giving a small fist bump to the air as he went down the hall back to his apartment. Definitely worth the sleepless nights he thought.

#dewey finn x reader #school of rock the musical #dewey fin #alex brightman #reader insert

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bifinmediasres · 5 years

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Kalluzeb drabble No. 2

It was early, almost too early for people to be awake. But Alexsandr was in the training room looking for a sparring partner. Normally, that would be Zeb. But he was in an early morning debrief after returning from his last mission.

If he was honest with himself, that didn't leave Kallus with very many other options. He hadn't made very many friends in his short time with the rebellion. Sometimes he felt like he had more enemies than anything else. Not that he blamed anyone or begrudged them their hard feelings. He knew what he'd been a part of in the Empire. Associations like that weren't easily forgiven or forgotten.

Suddenly a voice broke through his train of thought. "Hey! Kallus!" Ezra shouted across the hangar. The younger man waved, walking over to where Alexsandr stood. "You gonna spar? Where's Zeb?"

"Early meeting." Kallus answered and then after a thought, "You wouldn't want to fill in, just this once? Eh, Jabba?" Kallus grinned as he said the name Bridger had introduced himself with at their first meeting.

"Who me? You sure that's a good idea?" He answered.

"I think I can handle a Padawan with a practice staff", Alexsandr drawled sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I meant," Ezra chuckled, "I know you can handle me. I'm just not keen on getting my butt kicked before breakfast."

Alexsandr barked out a laugh tossing him a staff. "Have a little faith in yourself Jabba."

The younger man nodded smiling, "Yeah ok." He faced Kallus in what he hoped was a ready position and the man advanced. Ezra quickly blocked his thrust, circling around until he found his own opportunity. Then Kallus advanced again. And on it went.

The young Jedi in training wasn't as practiced as the ex Imperial, but he wasn't completely untrained either, Kallus noticed. He had good instincts, even if he was a bit hasty. But Alexandr found him to be good practice for a day like this.

The bout continued. Each man getting in a strike there, a block here. It wasn't what you would call evenly matched but they were well suited in a way. Ezra making a mistake and Alexandr showing him with his next move where his error lay. Ezra would then put the lesson into practice.

This went on for longer than either had initially intended. Both were being to tire. Perhaps that's why when Ezra went to strike his latest blow he found himself swinging harder than he meant to. Likewise Kallus had been caught off guard and was twisted in such a way that the blow landed just at the small of his back with a heavy thunk.

The momentum carried Ezra in a half circle, turning him away from Kallus who had lost his balance and came to land on his right knee which promptly gave out under the sudden weight. A sort of choked groan escaped as Kallus flattened on the mat.

As soon as both feet were back under him Ezra ran to Kallus, kneeling next to him but hesitating to do more. "Kallus are you alright? Oh Kriff Zeb is going to kill me!"

Managing to draw in a breath, Kallus grinned, "Not before Hera kills you for cursing."

"You're ok? You're ok! Are you threatening to tell on me? Make me think I killed you and now you're threatening to tattle." Ezra rambled only to finish with a smirk, "Frankly I think that's rude."

"Yeah well you owe me for that last shot, he shot back sticking up his hand so Ezra could help him up. He only got his left leg under him though. As soon as he tried to put weight on his right leg it buckled under him and pain shot through his lower back sending him back down to the ground.

This was bad. Not the worst his leg had been obviously. But the worst anyone who wasn't Zeb had ever seen him dealing with. And speaking of Zeb he was probably the best bet for Kallus getting out of here quickly. But that meant Ezra would have to go get him and bring him to the training room.

After making that assessment, he rolled to his back to make eye contact with Ezra who it seemed had been muttering to himself about breaking Zeb's boyfriend. He chuckled at that but stopped when that too caused him pain.

"Ezra," he prompted gruffly, "I need you to focus. You didn't break me." He paused to make sure the Padawan was listening before continuing, "I do need your help however. I need Garazeb. He'll be able to get me up and out of here no problem. Can you go find him for me? Please?"

The word please seemed to snap Ezra out of whatever trance he'd been in. He stood and began to walk away before turning back to the man on the floor and speaking.

"You called me Ezra."

"That's your name."

"You said please."

"I'm polite!"

Ezra turned to leave muttering under his breath, "Oh yeah this is bad. Kriff! Zeb is going to completely kill me. I broke Agent Kallus!"

Ezra found Zeb in the hall outside the meeting room, his debriefing having just ended. He tried to walk not run up to him and tried, major emphasis on tried to sound more calm and put together than he felt.

"Um Ze-Zeb", his voice cracked on the word. He tried again, "Zeb I need your help with something", he started. The Lasat smiled in greeting as he listened. "Something bad happened. I mean I did something bad."

"If you broke something of 'Bine's again I'm not bailing you out this time." Zeb joked but Ezra shook his head, "Did you break Chopper? Not that I care but I want to know how if you did," he laughed.

"No! Zeb...it's Kallus." Ezra hung his head as he spoke hiding his face from Zeb.

"What'd"ya mean?" Zeb's voice grew serious, "Ezra? Spill it." And he did. Briefly explaining what had happened during their morning sparring match and how he'd gotten in a lucky shot. But now it seemed like Kallus was really hurt and he'd been sent to collect Zeb.

"Karabast! He'll be the death of me one day, Zeb muttered running a hand over his face. "Training room you said?" Ezra nodded. "Alright c'mon. Might need yer help too." He jerked his head indicating for Ezra to follow as he stalked away, Ezra behind, leaving apologies in their wake.

In a few minutes they'd reached the training room and Ezra was still apologizing. "He called me Ezra. He NEVER calls me Ezra. This is bad, isn't it?"

Zeb stopped and huffed a laugh. "Actually that's probably his way of telling you he really does like you, not just enjoys messing with you. Especially now that you're seeing him like this. Karabast he hates his leg actin' up. Makes him feel weak I guess."

Suddenly something seemed to dawn on Ezra, "It's happened before?" Zeb nodded. "Does it happen a lot?" Zeb shook his head. "Not terribly. More if he's tired or already hurting. Or when some street rat jedi gets a lucky shot in`` at this Zeb's grin widened. "It always makes him feel vulnerable though I think, so I'm one of the few people who knows. It's a big deal for him to show weakness. Just thought you should know."

Ezra nodded, digesting what he'd heard as they walked into the training room. They found Alexandr, much as Ezra had said. He was still flat on his back on the floor and didn't look like he'd moved much at all. He raised an arm in a wave when he saw them approaching.

"Mornin'", Zeb greeted.

"Garazeb, darling." Kallus smiled. "Jabba" he acknowledged Ezra with a smirk.

"Heard the kid beat ya," Zeb grinned down at Alex.

"Is that the story he's going with?" Kallus winked at Ezra, "We'll have to clear that up, I think. But first, mind giving me a hand," he asked reaching out to Zeb. The Lasat answered by bending down and grabbing the man's hand, pulling his arm across Zeb's shoulder before wrapping an arm around Kallus' waist and beginning to pull him off the floor.

At closer range Zeb could see Alex was sweating despite his sparring with Ezra being over. He was paler than usual as well. "You think you can stand?" he asked.

"Only one way to find out," Kallus responded. Zeb moved slowly attempting to give Alexsandr time to adjust. Still, the moment he had both legs under him Kallus went even paler, groaning as the pain got exponentially worse. How had he not realized he was in this shape until now? He was usually so much better at keeping track of when his leg was in bad shape.

"Is he going to be sick?" Kallus heard Ezra ask from the other side of Zeb.

"I most certainly am not", he replied, trying to sound indignant but only achieving slurred. Either way he was right though. He didn't get sick. Instead he promptly lost consciousness, slumping with his full weight now supported by Zeb.

"Karabast Sasha!" Zeb growled before recovering and seemingly effortlessly slinging Alexsandr up over one shoulder. Blinking at the younger man he said, "Don't let him know you heard me call him that. Deal?"

"Oh sure! No problem!" Ezra assured him. "Honestly I'm still processing the fact that he used my real name and that apparently means...he likes me?" Ezra trailed off sounding utterly confused.

Zeb huffed a laugh, heading to the training room door, "Well try to get used to it will ya? He needs all the friends he can get. I mean look at 'im." He gestured over his shoulder at the still unconscious Alex. "Being around people who actually care, who want him to take care of himself is basically a foreign concept to him. I for one would like to change that."

Ezra just nodded and studied Kallus' face as he followed a little behind Zeb. "On that note", Zeb's tone changed slightly, "could you sit with him in our bunk while I rustle some food together?"

"I'd be happy to", Ezra answered.

"Good man", Zeb replied. They walked the rest of the way back to the Ghost in near silence, aside from the few comments from passing pilots about Zeb "bagging the imp" and others asking how he had time for a debrief and a sparring session in one morning. Zeb just smiled and kept walking, throwing, "Wasn't me. It was the kid," over his shoulder. Ezra grinned at that and walked a little taller. He'd take pride in it for as long as Kallus would let him.

A short time later Kallus woke up in the familiar surroundings of the bunk room he shared with Zeb. Only Zeb was nowhere to be found. Instead Kallus found Ezra nodding off in the desk chair beside the bed. He'd been watching over him Kallus realized with a small smile. Relaxing back onto his pillow he began to try to piece together how exactly he'd ended up back on board the Ghost.

There was movement beside him followed by Ezra's excitable, "Kallus! I mean", he continued softer, "Kallus you're awake! Are you in pain? You look like you're in pain. I'll get Zeb", and he got up to presumably find the Lasat in question.

Kallus attempted to stop him by asking where Zeb was. But the attempt came out as a croaky whisper that surprised them both. Ezra seemed to change his mind then. He turned and grabbed a cup of water from the table and handed it to Alex. Alex raised himself to one elbow slowly and drained the cup. Handing it back over he returned to his position on the bed.

"Better?" Ezra asked at which he nodded in answer before trying to speak again. This time his voice came out clearer, if still weaker than he'd prefer.

"Would you be so kind as to fill me in on a few details I seem to be lacking?"

"Sure thing," Ezra returned to his seat, "What do you remember?"

"We sparred." Alex answered. "You...got lucky." He caught Ezra's wince and paused. "It's alright you know. It's not as if you-" he was cut off by Ezra's agitated response.

"No it's not alright! Even if I didn't mean to, I hurt you. Enough to cause your leg to give out. And then when I went and got Zeb and he tried to get you up, you were in so much pain you passed out. And I did that!"

Ezra had stood up at some point during the shouting and now half way between the chair and the bed, head hung low, Kallus thought he might very well sink to the floor. He briefly considered reaching out to make the boy sit on the bed, but he thought better of it.

"Ezra," he began quietly. Ezra flinched and so Kallus flinched. Was using his given name really having such an adverse effect? Possibly but this was not the time for inside jokes so he tried again.

"Ezra, I meant what I said. You got lucky. Yes, you got a solid hit in. Yes...I was hurt." He stopped here to watch how Ezra was reacting to his words. "But it was my fault." Ezra met his gaze. "I'm usually better at knowing when my leg can take a work out. I misjudged today. I'm also slightly more sleep deprived and under fed than strictly healthy." Here he smiled, "I'd appreciate that staying between the two of us if you didn't mind?"

"Not on your life," Zeb's voice came from the doorway.

Zeb's gruff laugh seemed to shake Ezra back to the present. Alex gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed which he did slowly before speaking, "I understand everything you said. And I guess as long as you're not angry...it's ok?" He finished sounding utterly unsure of himself.

"Wonderful!" Zeb beamed, "Now that you two have kissed and made up, lunchtime." And with that he started arranging the food he'd brought in on the desktop and a tray table he maneuvered to the bedside, all the while Ezra joked about Zeb being the preferred person to kiss Alex. They both heartily agreed.

Ezra switched from the bed back to the chair and Zeb sat down next to Alex to fuss over him profusely, which Alex didn't mind at all to be honest. After they'd spent some time eating, Zeb quietly put a bottle of tablets next to Kallus' plate, pain tabs he realized. He started to protest until he saw both Ezra and Zeb watching to make sure he took them. Rolling his eyes he did as asked. Fixing Ezra with a stare he asked, "So when's our rematch Jabba?"

#kalluzeb #drabble #Karabast

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sadbean18 · 5 years

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Your Wolf (Part 4)

Sam Uley x reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: Well Sam imprinted on one of Leah’s friends and then he finds out that she is going on a date with Emmett. This is the date. Kinda a filler but it isn’t too terrible.

Hey If you guys like this story please send me a message or comment. I am feeling lack of motivation to do anything.

Chapter 4

(Y/N)’s POV

I arrived at my house a little faster than usual. My mind had been racing and honestly I didn’t really know what to do. Sam had seemed so… genuine? Upset? I don’t know. It was clear he doesn’t want me to go on a date. But honestly, since when has Sam freaking Uley cared about what I did. God. It makes my stomach drop at the thought of him pleading with me. But I can't focus on that. I have a date, with a single, sweet guy, who likes me.

I pulled up to my house to see Emmett sitting on my porch steps. He looked great...better than great actually. He was wearing black slacks, a white button up with a black jacket. It fit im wonderfully. His pale skin sticking out against the dark colors. I could have drooled with house nice he looks. He looked up at me and smiled. I stepped out of the car and his smile grew impossibly larger.

“You look absolutely stunning” he said as he grabbed my hand in his. His hand was freezing, but I couldn’t focus on that when his eyes were devouring me.

“You don’t look to bad yourself” I replied with a laugh, trying to distract him from burning a hole through my with his gaze. It seemed to do the trick, since he walked me to his car and opened my door allowing me to get in before he shut it and got in himself.

We chatted in the car a little before I figured I should explain my tardiness.

‘Sorry for being late, it was totally by accident” I explained, “I went over to Seth’s and ran into Sam Uley.. do you know him? Well he was acting like I was going out to personally piss him off. I figure Leah is giving him an earful about his behavior.I sure as hell would have had I not been running late already”

He glanced at me with a strange look. He was either worried or confused, maybe both. He didn’t answer though, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. Thankfully, the awkward silence didn’t last too long as he pulled into a rather fancy looking restaurant. Like before, he got out and opened my door for me. What a damn gentleman I thought.

We walked in, and as we were being seated, people would not stop staring. I was sure the look were meant for him, but he placed his had on my hip and flexed his fingers occasionally. It was very possessive. It was hot as hell and my mouth went dry. It made my heart beat a little faster. It had been a while since anyone had their hands on me, sexual or not.

Dinner had gone great. We were both slightly awkward at first. We talked about school and homework, but then we started talking about our hobbies and interests. Emmett is a lot smarter then he lets people believe. He is well versed in literature and culture. However, his intelligence did not stop him from making such corny jokes all night.

“Why can’t ghosts have babies?” hed asked with this goofy grin on his face.

“I don't know Emmett, why can’t ghosts have babies?”

“They have hollow-weenies.” I was a little ashamed at how funny I found it. I laughed so hard that my drink came out of my nose while laughing.

Most of the time until our food came was him teasing me about it. Then our food came and I noticed he had only taken a few small bites.

“Sorry love, I just prefer to eat leftovers. It's no big deal, eat as much as you’d like.” he’d said when I asked if he wasn't hungry. It was making me a little nervous to be the only one eating. But he just kept talking like it was so common.

He’d paid the bill and asked if I would like to go on a walk. I was having a great time, so why not I thought. He asked if I was able to walk in my heels. I laughed and told him id manage. We walked about the park, still hand in hand and it was turning out to be a great date.

However, our date didn’t end on a great note. He drove me home and walked me to the porch no problem.

“I had a great time Em, even if soda came out of my nose” I said and he laughed this hearty laugh.

“I also had a wonderful time,.” he said as he slid a strand of hair behind my ear. He grabbed my chin, lifting it towards him with one hand and the other was placed on my hip to draw me closer. I could hear my pulse in my ears and I hoped he couldn’t hear it too. I watched as his lips got closer to mine and my eyes shut lightly.

His lips were soft but they felt wrong against my own. It's not that the kiss was bad, it was wonderful actually, sweet and thorough, but it was like I wasn’t meant to kiss him. Things were just a little off. There was no heat or physical connection. But I didn’t get the chance to explore the kiss because one second we are kissing, and the next Sam fucking Uley was pulling him off of me and punching Emmett in the face.

NOTE: Thank you guys for reading. I will try to update more often. I am just trying to get a job and dealing with college drama and life drama. I might post a reader jasper fic soon. Let me know if you would be interested in that. Thank you my lovelies

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sazandorable · 5 years

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aza its charlotte,, im gonna be predictable and ask for a jonmartin waltz fic i know i scream about this all the time but ive still not actually seen a fic with this prompt and im mcperishing

(Timeline What Is A Timeline? @Jonny Sims Please Leave Them Even A Sliver Of A Timeframe To Allow For Happy Nonsense Without Completely Disregarding The Canon, WTF

extremely inspired by @iamalivenow’s very very good headcanon)

“Uhm, I’m actually no good at dancing,” Jon says, blinking. On his other side, Tim snickers, comments into his drink something about that not being, in fact, a surprise, which they all ignore.

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Martin replies without missing a beat, “I am,” and Jon is so blindsided by this display of complete unselfconscious confidence from Martin Blackwood that he doesn’t recover in time to protest Martin tugging him along behind him.

He forgets perhaps too often that Martin, meek, nervous Martin who hates conflict, can also be quite authoritative, stubborn as an entire barren of mules, and a veritable steamroller of understated enthusiasm. Martin doesn’t pull him nor does he force him, yet he still somehow gets Jon all the way to the dance floor with only a, “Oh, it’ll be fun!”

“I do not think so,” Jon points out. He tries to tone down the biting edge; he is unsure whether he succeeds, but either way, Martin seems unaffected.

“I promise I’ll let you go if you tell me it’s really so terrible,” Martin obliges with an indulgent smile, and Jon doesn’t think he intended to manipulate Jon into a position where childish exaggeration would be his only exit, but that’s still the end result. “Okay, we can waltz to this, you should manage that. Hand higher!”

“Am I the woman here?” Jon ironises as Martin rearranges their position.

“Hm? No, we’re both men, aren’t we? But any lower is so inappropriate, sir,” Martin says, with such a straight face Jon isn’t quite sure he’s joking at first. Martin in his element is a strange thing, stranger than the fact that his element is apparently ballroom dancing at work holiday parties.

“Oh, my apologies,” Jon quips back cautiously. “I would not wish to cause a scandal, sir.”

Martin’s face cracks into a giddy grin. “Okay, just follow my lead. You’re going backwards!”

And off they go.

Jon has an existential crisis and questions his entire worldview about once a week at least, at this point. It’s still quite the whiplash to find himself confidently led by his assistant teetering around a room to a tune by, according to Tim’s delighted hollering, Taylor Swift. Not that he can even blame that for his stumbling and stepping on Martin’s foot barely a few steps in.

He doesn’t think he owes any apologies, considering he did warn accordingly, but this seems like the sort of situation that warrants at least a comment, so he mutters over the cheery music: “In case I was too euphemistic: I am quite bad at dancing.”

“Yeah, you really are,” Martin replies, candidly, grinning, and just barely sweeping his foot from under Jon’s before he stomps on it. “But that’s fine, I can work with that, don’t worry. Plus it’s only about having fun!”

“Well, I —”

“Spin!”

Martin has straightened out of his usual stooping, and his full height, usually awkward, is ideal for spinning a grown man under his arm. Jon almost trips himself over his own foot, but somehow doesn’t, and Martin keeps him from running into someone else — huh, Tim joined in, grabbed a very pink and laughing Rosie — and whirls him back smoothly.

“See?”

“Well,” Jon catches his breath, notices the surprise and the speed and the twirling got him smiling instinctively, “it’s all right.”

“How’s your back?”

“Pardon?”

“Will your back get stuck or hurt if I dip you?”

“Wha— uhm, I don’t think so —”

“Cool!”

And Martin sinks down — “Extend your free leg! I’ve got you” — and Jon is already halfway to the floor, staring at the ceiling over Martin’s shoulder, Martin’s hand firm on his back, and Jon doesn’t even have the time to mentally question whether he can trust Martin with that before he gets the clear answer.

Martin is grinning, not smug or even proud, just pure joy, and Jon doesn’t quite get the satisfaction of it, but the thrill of the movements and the absurd lightheartedness of it, yes, that’s easy enough.

Martin hoists him back up easy and fluid, though it’s still a disconcerting lurch and Jon grabs on to him to prevent getting launched into another spin. He goes along with the next one, though.

Whoever has got their hands on the playlist abruptly cuts to a similarly poppy but much faster song, and Martin takes a step back, face scrunching up in thought. “Hm, that’s going to be harder, can’t waltz to that.”

“What a loss,” Jon comments dryly, catching his breath.

Martin smiles, first beaming, then dimming a little, second-guessing. His shoulders lower and he loosens his hold on Jon’s hand, the squeeze suddenly newly awkward. “Sorry. Thank you? That wasn’t... too bad, was it?”

Jon ponders. “It was all right. Still, I think I’d prefer to keep with this anyway, rather than trying something faster. I don’t think I’m cut out for tango.”

Martin bursts out an absolutely inelegant chortle, while gracefully stepping back into a proper embrace. “No, you really aren’t. Waltz to the Spice Girls it is, then!”

A few yards away, Tim is definitely attempting a tango with a Rosie in stitches, so Jon wouldn’t need to worry about looking any more ridiculous than anyone else even if Martin weren’t ensuring that they do rather well, objectively speaking.

#agnesmontague #microfic #the magnus archives #jonmartin #martinjon #tbh #on top of making no canon sense this doesn't have any spooky #but i don't know enough about dancing to do spooky dancing #fluff #Anonymous

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ajoycegallogo · 4 years

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( SEASONS ❄🍃🌞🍁)

( SHORT STORY )

"WINTER" ❄

love is such a fleeting concept nowadays , you can keep saying " I LOVE YOU " to someone and it wouldn't mean much .

I used to be one for romance, one of those who would sing about how love conquers all or one of those who still

believed that true love still exists , but as the seasons changed , so did my perspective on love .

It was during the first days of winter , the snow slowly falls on to the paved roads , the leaves have started

to wither , and my heart freezing over, reacting to what had just occured .

I was patiently waiting at the diner where my boyfriend and i frequented , the familiar smell of the eggs and bacon

from the kitchen , the soothing music of the jukebox permeating the room , and kind smiles of the waiters would always

put my mind at ease , we were set to meet there for our dinner date and i was planning to ask a very important question.

as I saw his figure approached the door , his face seemed gloom . he then sat down on the chair from mine .

" what's the matter baby ? " I asked

" We need to talk." he answered meekly , "This is not working out anymore ."

Taken back i answered , "what do you mean baby ?"

" stop calling me that! " he yelled at me.

after that everything was just a blur of colors and a jumble of word . that conversation lasted about 20 minutes before

before he decided to leave , i was too shock to give chase . as i sat there thinking about how everything went wrong ,

I took the small box from my coat pocket only to open it and wonder what am i gonna do with this couple ring that i am

planning to gave him as a gift for our anniversary . I felt as if my world has been turned upside down , after 2 years

into a relationship I thought that we were strong enough to last a lifetime . after wallowing in my sorrows for about an

hour , I decided to go back home and never come back to that diner but before i went out the door , i wanted to leave

a parting gift to the place that had hold so many memories .

I placed the the box with our two rings inside in the counter with a note that reads , " I didn't had much luck with this .

I hope that it would be more useful for you ." and left the place .

the walk home that night was a lonely one , the winds were singing a harrowing tune, the sound of the birds are nowhere to

be heared , and even the annoyance of traffic is nowhere to be heared , my heart that day was as frozen as the winter day .

(SPRING 🍃)

Nicole , a few friends , and i went to the salon and went to buy clothes is done .

As we arrieved at the place , I can tell that the air is fresh and relaxing filled with the smell of vanilla coffee,

oh how i missed this place .

the girls took their time taking pictures and posting it on their social media accounts .

while I would love to join nicole listening to music while enjoying the view . I decided to step

out a little far from where they are and get some time alone feeling the place where i can see the swing

that reminds me of him .

I've always love the night air , the view of the city lights makes me feel lightened up the absence of car noises

is calming .I then decided to ride on the swing to emmerse myself , and to think .

looking back, I found myself asking questions like ; why i didn't see it sooner ? was it my fault ? and why

have I let myself go ? these and thousand more questions were swimming in my mind , a part felt like screaming at the

world , thinking what I did do to deserve such a fate . As I put my hands on my face , hurt at everything that had happened

, I found out that I was no longer alone .

" Wow, A guy said from other end of the bench , " you look terrible everything okay , there ? " i will never forget the

first time I looked upon that manly figure , his beautiful deep brown eyes pierced right through my soul .

"Hello? he exclaimed ," not much of a talker are you ? well dont mind me then. " he then takes out a little pad and

starts to scribble something on it .

"what you got there ? " I finally asked .

" we'll someone finally decided to talk ! he said and smile, " well if you really want to know , I usually go out on quiet

night like this to draw . and tonight I found myself drawn in this place .

" Are you like some sort of an artist ? '"

He then laughs a hearty laugh " oh I wish I was that good , but no this is just something I love to do to get my mind

off of the things that stresses me out . " she then caught eye that I kept looking at his sketch pad , " would you like

to see some of my drawings? "

" I would love to . " he then handed me his sketch pad and as i flipped through his work, my eyes laid feast on beautiful

pencil work of buildings , nature , people , and all manner of beautiful scenery . " Wow , you are amazing at this !"

" Thanks ... " he replied , " the name's Yuki by the way ." he then reaches out to shake my hand .

" I'm jillian , care to share what are you doing here by yourself ?

" we'll if you see right there , " I said as I am pointing at my friend taking pictures , I was with those girls a bit

earlier but I decided to step out and get some time alone ,"

" Well if you want to go have some fun , I know a spot that is pretty awesome ." he said while standing up and holding

out her hand , " so do you want to come with or not ?"

I took his hand and exclaimed , " alright , lead the way ." t

he said with a big grin on his face while he drags me to a place that I wa unfamiliar with . Thinking about it now ,

why did I trust him so easily? he was a complete stranger and yet I feel like I already know him .

after around 10 minutes of walking we arrined at the place called " solace "the place was not crowded but kinda lively

. it was a small cafe on the edge of the town , the atmosphere there was so much more realxing than the place that

i used to go . " what do you think of the place ?"

" wow ,I said while I was scanning the place full of vintage knink knacks and paintings , " this place is amazing . how

did you find this place? ' I've lived all my life in this city and I'VE Never found this place ."

" This place just opened up, a friend of mine owns it , So if you come here with me , you can get a discount ."

" sweet , you must have some interesting friends ."

" Ha - Ha yeah ." a moment of awkwardness then ensues .

" i think we should take a seat ." I said in attempt to break the atmosphere .

" Oh right , I know a good spot . " he then leads me to a spot on the roof everlooking the countryside .

" you're right . this is amazing spot ".

" yeah ... OH I already ordered us their most amazing drink , I'm sure you'll love it . It's bavarian coffee

and it is by far the best coffer I have ever tasted ."

" I'll take your word for it " , as I said that , the waiter brought us the drinks , " Well speak of the devil ."

" cheers ." he said as he raises his glass . as we drank the coffee , the bitterness of the coffee started to dance

on my toungue , as well as something sweet , is it milk / fruit ? or maybe it's the coffee itself? eaither way ,

that coffee huh?"

" definitely never tasted something like that before . i love it " the night then continue with some lovely conversation

between strangers . We were so preoccupied with each other that the staff had to kick us out because the place was

closing .

"Wow !" she exclaimed , I didn't realized we were talking that long ."

" yeah me neither ." I commented , But I had a really nice time with you."

he smiled shyly , Hey do you want to do this again sometime? "

" Yeah , I'd love to . " we then exchanged numbers and went on our seperate ways . that night I went back home that day

with my friends , a smile on my face , and once frozen heart started to bloom once more.

(SUMMER 🌞)

A few months passed and we kept seeing eachother , sometimes to small places , like our favourite hangouts , other times

to some place special , like a masked ball . we gotten to know eachother very well . and as the summer times roll in ,

we had dated for about two months , " hey there sweet cheeks ." he said to me in a sweet manly voice ,

" what do you want to talk about ?"

"hey there big butt." I said as I try to keep the atmospehere , what's the rush ? can't we just eat and drink first ?

he started to stare me down ,suspicious of my intentions , what's the matter yu?

" you're acting really suspicious right now," he said that as the waiter brought us our food , " did my food had poisoned?

"what ? no ! why would I even do that? "

" I dont know maybe you think im annoying but breaking up with me is too hard and now you're getting rid of me

the old fashioned way. "

I sat there with a bland look on my face . " yu that doesn't mean make any sense , If I found you annoying , why would

I be asking you to move in with me ?

he sat back with a stunned look on his face , " what ... you want me to move in with you ?"

" We'll we've been together for a while now and I think we're ready to take our realtionship to the next step ,"

as I said as I handed him the keys to my apartment , " so yu would you like to move on with me ?"

I stood up , he grabbed me and kiss me on the foredhead , " yes ofcourse I would love to but wouldn't it be better that

we built our own house after this ?

" we will get there yu ."

" I love you jill "

" I blushed ... " I love you too yu ."

at a loss for words , I did the onlt that I was appropriate to do , he ran to me and embraced me . " thank you , he said

our favorite stuffs and ourselves , we meant the world to eachother and nothing can separate the both of us .

I felt like the most luckiest man alive to have you by my side ."

A few more months passed and I our love only grew during those times . We knew everything about ourselves .

(AUTUMN🍁)

YU'S POV

that day , we were supposed to meet by the park where we first met . The autumn leaves were starting to fall , the

wind had started to turn cold , and I was sweating with anticipation . WE were together for 10 months , that's not

a long time , I bought her the ring last week , it wasn't the fanciest ring out there but I thought that she would

okay with it , I waited for her at the bench where we met each other for the first time , I was lost in thought of

our future together , the family we would make , when I heared the screaming ,

I immediately ran towards it , it was a car crash and as I move through the crowd and I saw a body lying on the ground,

it was jillian ... I wa shocked , I immediately ran towards her , held her and yelled , " Somebody please ! Somebody

call an ambulance ! frustrated at the slow reaction of the crowd , I carried her all the way to a nearby hospital .

I slammed through the door and screamed , " Somebody help! Somebody help my girlfriend ! " One of the nurses took her

and send her to the operating room . I followed close behind but was stopped by one of the staff. ' i'm sorry you

have to wait here ." and then it started the most frustrating few hours of my life . it was agonizing , the uncertainty

of what is to happen , the self - blame that I had to endure , and the feeling of helpless was consuming me .

after a solid 5 hours , one of the doctors came up to me , " So doc , when can I see my girlfriend ? "

the doctor just stood there , unsure of how to break the bad news , but i could already tell.

I'm sorry ," the doctor said as I began to break down in tears , " we found this in her backpack . I think

you would like to keep it ." he handed me his a box and as I opened it there are two rings inside a couple ring

the last thing of hers that I held . I sat back down looking through her at the morgue with her cold body .

my eyes filled nothing but tears .

A week after her death , here we are now , at her funeral . Her family asked me to do a speech on her behalf .

I'm nervous , anxious about what to say . and worried that I don't get to say what I need to say . But as I

walk towards the altar and as her coffin is being burried , "My love for her will never falter and yet my heart

has dropped and may never rise again just as the leaves of an autumn ."

( END)

@queenlupitajones

I would like to apologize sir for passing this after the deadline 🙏

BY : Angel Joyce Gallogo

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faejilly · 5 years

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@evilsapphyre replied to your post “last line meme”

Can I dying whale noises this because I need more of it?!?

ALWAYS

I mean, I have no idea when/if I’ll manage more of it, but you’re more than welcome to see the doc <3

@glorious-spoon mentioned you in a post “last line(s) meme”

was tagged by @ faejilly This is from a…

This is gorgeous! I am definitely looking forward to more

Also hilarious tho, because I also have a supposed-to-be-angsty-one-shot-amnesia-fic that keeps growing and taking over my brain 😅

(side note: your url has repeatedly caused an echoing Tick voice shouting “spoon!” to show up in my head; it’s kind of awesome, that hasn’t happened to me in a while. Though I eternally attempt to make ninja hedge jokes that no one ever gets... *snorts*)

@pearwaldorf reblogged your post and added:

My friend thingswithwings wrote a huge post about...

I’m conflicted.

Because I have gone into something that didn’t look like something I’d normally like (usually because I like the author/artist, occasionally via a rec) and really enjoyed it and wanted to tell them that in a way to emphasize that they had done something really well, or had put a different spin on a trope I don’t usually find terribly engaging, that kind of thing, and I feel like they should be commended for that skill, or for overcoming my previous expectations, because I feel like that is of note. You are really good at this thing you created!

But then I’ve also received comments that look/feel so judgmental, that are distancing, just like you said, and I’m never sure if the person giving them knows that or not? Especially on smut, thingswithwings has an excellent point there. People get super weird about sex in fiction. Even if it’s not kinky. (Also, gosh, I have such a fandom crush on tww, so articulate and also they make such pretty things) Like, I write a lot of smut? I am happy to talk about NSFW headcanons, I think it can be an important part of a characterization, and yet half the time I get an ask on a subject I have previously been more than happy to talk about and I go ew because the tone is just off, but it’s so hard to EXPLAIN WHY.

/you are trying to talk about this thing I like, but you’re doing it wrong is never a helpful answer

forgefaerie replied to your post “vellesian replied to your post: I have gotten a...”

I'm not really good with words so I apologize if anything I say comes across in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable, becasue that is not an intention at all. I have commented on rare pairings you have written before and its meant as a compliment each and every time. its not that you are doing it wrong, on the contrary, you are doing it so right, that with your writing you actualy fix what made me dislike or not consider something in a first place. your

gosh darn it, fat fingers. your writing basically gets me to reconsider and reevaluate.

you have never made me feel uncomfortable, and that sort of response, that oh I like what you made me think about, is part of why I am, as previously mentioned, kind of conflicted about my reaction to I don’t usually like this, but comments. Because it can be really hard to explain to someone why one of them seems like a compliment and the next one comes across like an insult.

girlpower8900 replied to your post “vellesian replied to your post: I have gotten a...”

I agree with you. Whenever i read something im not usually sure about and love it i immediately shower the author with compliments at the end. Like "hey this isn't usually my style but i gave it a shot cause i love this pairing and your writing and WOW ITS SO GOOD". And thats how it should be - if you read something outside your usual pairing or fandom or genre have a GOOD reason and be super positive and upfront about what drew you in.

And we’re back to yes, that is clearly a compliment!

But do we really need to be telling someone that first part? However well-intentioned? What if I’m sensitive about my style? What if I was trying something new? What if I got hung up on wondering “why, what’s wrong with this style?” instead of the “wow it’s so good”? We have no way of knowing, as readers, which parts of their work creators are struggling with, and which thing we meant as a compliment it’s so good it got me past my usual biases and/or squicks! comes across instead as why are you indulging in this thing that is usually gross?

#evilsapphyre #jilly replies #pearwaldorf #glorious-spoon #forgefaerie #girlpower8900 #on the stuff that isn't writing

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theresnoturningback · 6 years

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Gone Fishin’ [PART THREE]

A/N: I am so lucky to be able to do this, I am enjoying every minute of it. Thanks for making it possible. I am a blessed woman. My heart is full. I don’t know what else to say. I love that you love this little fanfiction work, even though is almost all fluff. Almost. Ugh, and no matter how I want to write it, Aasim will always find a way to be in whatever it is that I write. I hope enjoy part III. Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated Word Count: 5798

‘Hey Brody, wait up’

The girl turned around to see Louis running and waving at her

‘You can’t take it back, Lou. You promised you’d help me’ She protested, used to this kind of behavior on his behalf.

‘I won’t, I’ll be there...it’s just that…’ Brody raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, intrigued.

‘Would it be OK if I informed Clem about these last minute changes instead?’

‘I have no problem with you doing that. In fact, you’d be doing me a big favor’ She smiled.

‘Well, that’s what I’m here for; being helpful...You should go have some rest, get better soon, bye!’ He turned on his heels and ran back to the courtyard to look for Clementine, but she wasn’t there. There was a high chance she was still asleep.

As he walked, he wondered why he was so happy, if the girl he liked clearly didn’t like him back. A myriad of questions invaded his head

Why didn’t she show up yesterday? Why did she looked so hurt and conflicted last night at dinner?

She definitely didn’t like him the same way and judging by her behavior during dinner, she was looking for a way to reject him. At least that was his conclusion.

He shook his head as he quickened his steps. Whatever the scenario was, he needed to know.

He arrived at Clem and AJ’s room and announced himself, so the little boy wouldn’t get startled.

‘Hey, what’s happening in here?’ He exclaimed in his usual energetic tone.

Clementine and AJ both turned around to see him standing next to the boy and putting his hands on his hips

‘Hi Louis! Clem said I have to practice my reading’ AJ said with an annoyed smirk

‘Without having breakfast first?’ His eyes widened and turned to the girl ‘Are you crazy?’

‘It’s just a couple of sentences’ She defended herself, unamused

‘Come on, little dude, go eat something. I hereby release thee of this punishment’ Louis exaggerated his movements as he picked up the textbook he was reading, closed it and tossed it over the bed.

AJ chuckled, but still looked at Clementine for approval. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

‘Go…’ She conceded.

‘Thank you, see ya, Louis!’ AJ high-fived him.

‘See ya later, bud’

‘Be sure to thank Aasim for your new book’ Clementine yelled at the open door, hoping AJ heard.

Once alone, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

‘Well, look at you being a concerned mother’ He joked, resting his body weight on the back of the chair.

‘Say what you want, but he’s getting better’ Clementine stood up and started putting the books, pencils and papers away. Louis followed her with his eyes.

‘Well, I’m not surprised. He has a great teacher’ He commented in a mellow tone.

She pretended she didn’t notice his flirtatious mood, but she still couldn’t do anything about the reddening on her cheeks.

‘So’ She said sticking AJ’s latest doodles on the wall ‘What brings you here today?’

‘I have big news’ He straddled the chair so he could face her ‘We are going fishing today’

Clementine looked at him, confused.

‘We as in…?’

‘As in...you and me’ He confirmed with a big grin.

She grew silent, worried about Brody while Louis’ smile faded slowly at the thought that maybe he had been too eager in his announcement.

‘What happened to Brody, is she okay?’

‘Well, that’s the thing’ He shrugged ‘She says she is in a lot of pain and that she can’t eat, so she doesn’t have the physical strength to fish. That’s why she asked me to step up’

‘I understand’ She nodded. She noticed his chill attitude had dropped for some reason and decided to lighten up the mood ‘Is that why you came here all happy?’

‘I just like to fish, is all’ He shrugged nonchalantly. She knew he was lying, and laughed under her breath.

‘I’ll see you at the gates in 10 minutes, then’ Louis stood up and made his way out ‘Bring your knife, hopefully we’ll get to kill some walkers’.

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Just as agreed, Clementine found Louis waiting for her, resting the big chair leg he used as a weapon on his shoulders.

‘Ready to go?’ She showed him her knife in response.

‘Ready’

‘Let’s go then…’

Most of the walk towards the cabin was silent.

The both of them wanted to start a conversation, but none of them knew how to do that without bringing up the events of the past two days.

‘I used to fish a lot with my family’ Louis finally mumbled, walking a couple of steps behind her, covering her back ‘‘before the world went to shit...and spearfishing is different to what I used to do, so don’t laugh too hard when I fail the first ten times’

‘I will try not to…’ She responded after snickering, but didn’t add anything to the conversation. Her thoughts were loud enough to keep her silent the rest of the way.

The curiosity was eating him up inside. He had to know exactly how she felt about him.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never maintain a cool act for too long when he was alone with her.

‘So um...did you, by any chance, get anything that might have resembled a letter?’ He stuttered nervously.

Clementine understood immediately where his question was leading up to, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to know what his thoughts were about her written reply right then.

‘Yeah, I did’ she muttered more to herself than to him, looking at her feet as she walked steadily

‘Well, now you know Lou…’ He thought to himself, lips pressed tight in disappointment.

He was coming to terms with the fact that Clementine didn’t like him at all, at least not as he would like, when they arrived to the cabin.

Clementine took out a couple of spears and nodded at his friend to get a medium size bucket that was on the floor near him.

As she gave him one of the spears, she enquired timidly

‘Did you...read something that could have resembled a response to your letter? Maybe this morning...while playing the piano?’

His eyes darted around while he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

‘Louis…you...didn’t...?’

He looked at her, opened his mouth but words wouldn’t come out. He was honestly too shocked to realize she had taken the time to write a response.

‘Louis! I left you a letter on the piano last night!’ She confessed, raising her voice in frustration.

‘Im sorry! I didn’t have the chance to even look at the piano today! Marlon and Brody dragged me to Marlon’s office early and I….Oh’ His jaw dropped ‘Your letter is still there, isn’t it?’

‘Shit, Louis...I swear to God...’ She groaned, shaking her head in embarrassment and getting her spear.

‘Please don’t point that thing at me’ He yelped with genuine fear as she walked past him.

The next thirty minutes were slow and dreadfully silent. Both Clementine and Louis were too immersed in their own minds to talk to each other. They managed to catch a couple of fish each while thinking about what had just happened.

After a while, the river looked empty. All the fish had stopped swimming to their deaths and the two teenagers decided to wait for them to come back, getting away from the unrelenting sun and its heat. They sat under a tree and next to each other.

‘So…’ Louis finally broke the silence ‘What did your letter say?’

Clementine hugged her knees and shrugged, embarrassed

‘I wrote it so fast that I don’t remember anymore…’

‘It must have been a terrible letter’ They both shared a laugh.

‘It was, actually’ She glanced at him for a second ‘That’s why I’m burning the hell out of it as soon as we get back’

‘Not if I win that race and read it first’ He nudged her with a playful smile.

‘Bring it on’ She returned the gesture in a more reserved way.

The continuous murmuring of the stream filled their silences, make them at least bearable this time.

‘About your letter…’ Clementine smiled to herself, recalling that night she read his words for the first time ‘I can’t believe you’re actually glad I crashed my car’

Louis just looked at her, brows drawing together. He wanted to say how sorry he was for phrasing his feelings so badly, but he then saw in her eyes she wasn’t serious

‘Tell you what, I’ll let you burn what you wrote if you give me back that hideous paper’

‘Never!’ She chuckled ‘I’m holding it for future blackmail’

Clementine would cherish Louis’ words as long as she lived.

‘Then it’s only fair that at least I get a chance to read what you wrote me’ He insisted.

‘Fine..’ She surrendered to his bright eyes narrowing with glee.

They didn’t look away from each other for some seconds. It didn’t feel wrong just to silently admire each other, so there wasn’t really a reason to look away.

Louis looked away and sighed heavily. With the last bit of hope he had, he spoke again

‘What I really meant to say is…’ He fidgeted, trying to find courage to be completely honest with her and himself ‘I’m glad I met you...and I’m glad that you and AJ got to stay with us. Everything looks so different with you around’

Clementine felt her cheeks go warm, not allowing her to respond.

Seeing he’d get no other answer than her long silence, he stood up and resumed his task.

The girl was furious at herself. Why couldn’t she just tell her she liked him more than he could imagine? It was simple, in theory, but the more she thought about it, the less prepared she felt to open her mouth and say the words he so desperately wanted to hear.

She stood up, picked up her spear and fished in a separate section.

Not many fish came back their way, but she needed to be alone with her thoughts for a moment.

She looked at him from a distance. He had just pierced through a rather big fish in one swift move. She walked closer to his side as he put the dead animal inside the bucket. Both looked at the stream, prepared to catch the next one.

‘I wanted to apologize to you for not joining you’ She spoke softly, concentrated of the quick movement of the water.

A fish escaped Louis’ strike, making him frown and sigh. He couldn’t be angry at her for what she felt. It wasn’t fair.

‘Marlon told me that Brody told him that AJ told her that you were sick, or something’ He shook his head, worriedly ‘She shouldn’t have sent you here if you’re not feeling well, just as she is not here right now’

‘I’m OK, Louis’ Clementine walked away from the rocks while talking ‘That was a lie that AJ told Brody to cover me...I overslept’

‘You teach your kid to lie for you?’ He scoffed, faking disgust ‘The nerve…’

‘Hey!’ Clementine raised her voice and stomped back at him ‘You have no idea what I’ve gone through to keep him alive!’

‘I’m joking Clem, of course I’m joking’ He walked back, almost falling in the river ‘I wouldn’t even think that of you’ She crossed her arms, maintaining her defensive stance ‘I actually believe he’s got the best person to raise him right’

She gave up. There was no use to get mad at him about it. She knew he didn’t mean any harm. She turned around, put her spear down and sighed tiredly.

‘You overslept’ He continued, as he got no answer ‘That’s not a sin. We all do it from time to time’

She sat on the ground

‘Usually, I don’t. That’s why AJ probably thought I was sick’

He walked next to her and rested his body on the tree.

‘What kept you up all night, then?’ His steady eye contact made her heart skip a beat and look away.

‘Stupid stuff’ She shrugged.

‘You weren’t thinking about me...were you?’ He questioned hopefully.

She shook her head, smiling faintly with her eyes closed. She knew that if she looked at him know he’d know for sure.

‘You wish...’ Her eyes opened and fixated on the river, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t him. She finally decided to go and check on the traps.

He just looked at her walk away, in awe that such a shrewd-looking young woman could actually so secretive and charming at the same time.

If this was really a case of unrequited love, he knew he was screwed.

‘Help me out’ Clementine called, waking him from his daydream ‘Brody said there were a set of traps lined up over there’ She pointed away

‘I’m on it!’

Louis took a hair tie out of his pocket and put his dreadlocks up in a bun. Right after, he took off his jacket, so that he could be free from the unforgiving heat for a couple of minutes.

He noticed he had caught Clementine’s attention while he neatly folded his jacket and put it on the ground. He raised a brow

‘What? I’m hot! And I refuse to walk back to the school cooking myself in my own sweat’

He turned around and walked away.

She remained silent, judging his form as he marched away from her. She realized she never had the chance to see him like that. He looked like a whole new person. This look actually was much more fitting to his gregarious personality.

She looked away, trying to focus on picking up the few fish that got trapped. While putting the fish down in the bucket, she looked around. Louis was still working hard under the sun.

During the past few weeks, she had studied in secrecy every detail of his face, every freckle and the way that his eyes narrowed when he smiled, among other things. The more she watched him now, though, the better he looked. With an intent gaze, she discovered another whole set of characteristics she clearly hadn’t seen before; They way he distributed his weight while standing, how his shoulders squared when he was trying hard to concentrate and the way his becoming features blended so harmoniously with the landscape as if he was music himself. It was almost troublesome now that she realized how handsome he really was.

‘Are you OK, Clem?’ The girl didn’t notice had already walked back with three small fish in his hands. Her absent-minded expression amused him greatly.

‘I was thinking I had never seen you without your jacket before…’ She squinted while looking up to meet his eyes

He put the fish down and put his hands on his hips.

‘And? What do you think?’ He asked, full of himself.

‘I think you need to mend the holes of your shirt’ She pointed at him ‘That’s unusable’

‘First of all, ouch….’ He put a hand on his chest ‘Now I have no other choice but to hide in my coat forever’

‘Or, maybe, I could sew it up for you sometime...if you want’ This made Louis extremely happy, but he tried to play it cool.

‘I like that idea, but here’s a counter-offer: What if you teach me how to do it, and then I can patch up my own stuff. I like to think I’m self sufficient, you know?’

He already knew how to sew, but he’d take every chance to share a moment with her.

‘That’s fine by me’ Her eyes smiled for a moment before looking at the bucket and

sighing ‘There’s barely food for all of us tonight…’ She said, disappointed.

‘Do you think that maybe if we fished with our bare hands, we’d catch more fish?’

She moved her gaze back to the boy. His eyes were lost in thought, as if he was honestly considering it ‘You know...like bears?’ He continued despite her silent judgment

‘I get it, Louis’ She sentenced with an exasperated sigh.

‘So…?’

‘So this is a serious matter!’

‘I am serious too!’ He defended himself ‘Well, most of the time…’

‘I hope the hunting party had better luck today’ She threw her head back and closed her eyes, looking for peace.

He let her had a moment of silence. Unfortunately for her, it didn’t last long enough.

‘Well, those fish aren’t coming back anytime soon’ He exclaimed looking at the river while untying one of his boots. She knitted her brows

‘What are you doing?’ she asked cautiously.

‘This heat is killing me, so I’m going to put my feet in the water for a while, maybe test my theory about the bears...have some fun’ He took his other boot off and put it away next to him ‘You’re more than welcome to join me’

‘Do we really have time for that??’ Clementine questioned ‘You know they expect us to bring back some food, right?’

‘And we already took care of that’ He nodded at the bucket full of fish. ‘It’s ready to go and I think we’ve earned the chance to unwind for a moment. Don’t you?’

‘I don’t know…’

‘Besides, you owe me from the other day…’

‘I don’t owe you anything!’ She protested, standing up before him ‘I never really accepted your offer in the first place’

‘Well’ He smiled charmingly down at her ‘You did tell me you wanted to apologize for not showing up…that means you had the intention to see me...am I in the wrong here?’

‘Ok, smartass, let’s relax’ She blurted, taking off her worned out hat, her jacket and untying her boots as Louis walked away triumphantly towards the river.

The water was cold to the touch, refreshing. He immediately decided to walk a little further, until the water covered his knees over his pants.

‘You’re getting all wet!’ Clementine commented, sitting down a rock, dangling her legs to damp her feet up to her ankles as she watched him look around himself.

‘Uh, I think that’s exactly the point of being in water’ He shouted back, walking five steps towards her ‘It’s hot as hell, I’ll dry out in an instant and I could really need some freshening up’ The girl shook her head, her curls hanging loose ‘And so could you’

‘Excuse me?’ She scoffed, offended

‘Hey, I’m an honest guy…’

‘That was rude, not honest...’

‘Seriously, though,when was the last time you washed your face?’ He waded towards where she was sitting and offered her his hand accompanied by a confident smile. She knew he was right, so she preferred not to argue back.

Clementine was hesitant at first, but she finally decided to get down from the rocks and settle herself in the water. The sensation of her clothes sticking to her skin wasn’t fun, but the warmth of her hand in his tight grip made her forget all about it.

He led her in the river with caution, not taking his eyes off her wary stance. She looked like a cat about to take a bath, but much more adorable.

She freed herself from his hand and washed her face meticulously. Louis fell speechless when in front of him there stood at renewed Clementine. Her skin looked soft and young, her many little scars adorned her face and neck in a way he hadn’t seen ever before.

He was truly captivated by her, while she didn’t know how to respond to his love-struck expression. This was all new, unexplored territory.

A splash of water to his face made him gasp for air. When he opened his eyes, he saw Clementine laughing wholeheartedly.

‘Oh, you’ll pay for that!’ He laughed with her, splashing back. These actions resulted in a good twenty minutes of horseplay in and out the water.

They were children once again, enjoying each other’s company, chasing and wrestling one another in the stirring waters that drenched them from the hips down. For a moment, they forgot all about the apocalypse, about Ericson and about everyone else.

Who cares how they got there?

Who cares about their past, their scars and their tragic memories?

They were there and that’s all that mattered.

Louis finally caught up to Clementine and lifted her in a hug. He lost balance over a slippery rock and they fell over.

She panicked for half the second her head was underwater. The last time she was completely submerged a body of water wasn’t exactly fun.

‘You OK?’ Louis helped her sit up, with worry in his face. She met his eyes and she suddenly didn’t care she was soaking wet and let out a nervous laugh

‘I’m okay, Louis...but I think that’s enough fun for today’ She stood up and managed to wade back to the riverside. The boy followed her.

They dried their feet with a piece of cloth they took from the cabin, put on their socks and boots and sat down near the high grass, hoping the sun was kind enough to dry their outfits before they had to head back to the school.

Clementine put her head on Louis shoulder absentmindedly. Only when she could feel Louis’ heartbeat quickening , she realized what she had done.

She didn’t regret it, though. Instead, she took the opportunity as a chance to prove she was brave enough to be honest about her feelings.

‘That night’ she began, hesitantly ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about your stupid face...and the words you wrote’ Louis looked down at her with raised eyebrows as she continued with a self-accusing tone ‘I must have read that letter at least five times before even thinking of going to sleep’ He did not answer. She looked up at him and kept on talking to avoid any more awkward silences ‘I’m also glad I could stay here… AJ needs a family like Ericson and I...I don’t think I could go back on the road after meeting you’

Louis tried to find the correct words to respond to her beautiful declaration of crush.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Clementine shivered and began trembling, despite the heat.

‘We shouldn’t have stayed so long in the water’ He said instead while standing up to get his coat ‘You’re gonna catch a cold’ He continued as he put it on her. She shook her head, smiling.

‘I had fun. It’s just that the cold and I don’t get along’ She confessed while adjusting the sleeves to her own arms length.

Louis lifted the short hair strands at the back of Clementine’s neck, so the coat would fit her better. His hands stopped moving as she looked up at him. He was paralyzed by her timid stare.

Slowly, he moved his right hand from the back of her neck to her cold cheek. Just as his thumb brushed against her jaw and the corner of her mouth, she felt her stomach flutter making her gasp lightly. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his, feeling unusually fragile at the touch of his fingers.

He simply could not close his eyes. His attention was fixed on her mouth and her shivering breaths, still in disbelief that she was so close to him. He wanted to kiss her so badly. His thoughts were racing and crashing inside his mind, but none of his muscles would react accordingly.

Noticing this, she pushed all her fears aside and put her right hand on his chest. She had no clue as to what she was doing. She only knew that every second was painfully long. She couldn’t take it anymore and leaned in to press her lips against his for a couple of seconds.

It was the first time both of them had kissed anyone with this amount of innocence.

Louis leaned back thinking that was it, but Clementine’s lips lingered on and followed his mouth almost instinctively. With eyes still closed, his name escaped her mouth in a breathy whisper, as if she was asking him to never leave her.

His eyes opened in response, her voice woke an unknown craving for her, he wanted her as close as possible at all times. He put his hand against hers on his chest, letting her know with the sole beating of his heart what she provoked in him.

His mouth met hers with parting lips, almost not touching. She didn’t like being teased like that. He soon discovered he secretly loved toying with her impatience. He tilted his head to the side and she put her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to her.

She would have stayed that way forever, until an urgent gasp reminded her that she also needed air to live and as if she had just woken up from an vivid dream, she opened her eyes abruptly only to notice that Louis was just was short of breath as she.

‘I’m sorry’ she apologized multiple times, quickly pulling away from him, embarrassedly surprised by her newfound intensity. She stood up and began walking back to the school with arms around herself.

Once he finally realized what had just happened, Louis grabbed Chairles and ran behind her.

‘Hey, whoa, whoa! Don’t you think we need to address this issue before getting back?’ He said standing between her and the rest of the way.

‘Don’t you get the feeling we shouldn’t have done that?’ She answered, not stopping for one second.

‘I’m afraid the feeling I got was just the opposite’ He made her stop with both of his hands on her shoulders ‘In case you didn’t know, it’s the end of the world out here, and I stopped giving a shit a long time before that. I just want to live for today and enjoy whatever time I have left. I have absolutely nothing to lose’

Clementine’s eyes saddened at his blunt words.

She realized that if she lost him right after how he made her feel minutes ago, she wouldn’t be able to stand it.

She felt powerless.

‘Please, Louis...don’t say things like that’ She begged on the verge of tears. She pushed his arms away and kept walking firmly.

‘Just tell me you didn’t feel the same way I felt back there’ He insisted ‘Tell me you’d never do it again and I’ll leave you alone forever’

Forever is a long, long time. They both thought in a fraction of a second as the river sang its constant murmur. The sky was turning orange and the breeze started blowing a little colder. Clementine hugged herself, avoiding Louis’ interrogative eyes.

‘Whatever just happened...I can’t say I didn’t like it, and I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again’ She confessed, feeling warm only at her cheeks

‘All this time I thought you didn’t like me, but now it turns out you do... but now you don’t want us to be a thing...I’m super confused, I just don’t get what the problem is, Clem’ He blurted out impatiently.

‘I really like you, but-’ A rather loud hungry groan interrupted her.

She looked around to locate the threat, took the knife from her pocket, walked firmly past Louis and pushed it angrily against the skull of a legless walker.

They hadn’t noticed it crawling behind him all this time.

‘...But look at this mess…’ She pointed at the lifeless body with her knife. ‘We cannot live in our own bubble, away from the disaster that is the world today’ She shook her head, trying to convince herself, too ‘We just can’t’

‘Look, I’m just as lost as you are in here, but hear me out’ Clementine spotted another walker approaching quickly. She kicked its knee, making it lose balance and making it easier for Louis to finish it off with Chairles. He moved his stare from the grossly decayed corpse to her young, lively eyes ‘You can’t deny we make an amazing team’

‘Yeah, when we are focused...but when you’re too close to me, I lose track of time and reality and it’s...dangerous...I feel weak’ She wrapped her arms around herself

‘That’s how I feel, too...and I have no idea how it happened, all I know is that I like you, Clem, and I like you even more now that I’ve seen this side of you, I don’t care if it turns dangerous in the long term, this is what I care about right now...more than anything’

‘Louis-’

He wouldn’t let her keep protesting.

‘I want to keep discovering you, every side of you, and I want you to know me, too...like nobody does’

His words were almost unbearable for Clementine. She wanted to believe him, kiss him again, and forget all that drama. Instead, she put her knife away and turned around with the intention of walking towards the school gates.

Before she could take her first step, he took her hand and turned her back around to face him. He was soft with his touch, but his words were firm and decisive.

‘Sometimes you’re really hard to read’ He told her in a serious tone ‘Are you going to tell me why are you so scared of us?’

‘I’ve seen it too many times’ Her voice cracked when she looked at him in the eyes ‘People losing that one person they cared about the most...they end up broken beyond repair’

Her thoughts went to the memories of Kenny losing Duck, Katjaa and then Sarita. She recalled that fateful day when Christa lost Omid and then their child. She could have gone on and on about other people she’s seen lose part of themselves in childish stand-offs and misunderstandings, but her eyes shut close and with them all of her mind went black and red. She battled against her tears, but it was a losing fight in the end

‘If you ever…’ She dared to look at him again, with painful tears streaming down her cheeks

Louis dropped Chairles to the ground and pulled her close for a tight hug to hush her grim thoughts.

‘I already live with the constant fear of losing AJ forever, and now, the thought of losing you, too…’ she cried with her voiced muffled against his chest between helpless sobs.

He was shocked. Just the previous night he had gone to bed thinking this girl was indifferent to him, now he’s holding her as she cries mournful tears at the thought of him dying.

He caressed her hair as he shushed her tenderly.

‘It won’t be like that. It won’t be like any of those times’ He promised her, shutting his eyes closed as she tightened her grip around his waist, sniffling ‘We’re stronger together. Stronger than any other team you’ve ever seen. You’ll see...’

They remained close to each other in silence until Clementine finally got a hold of herself. She pulled away from him with a long sigh, her eyes and cheeks were drenched in her own tears, but looked away when she talked

‘I just can’t afford to lose you like I’ve lost everyone else’

He gave him a reassuring smile as he dried her remaining tears with his thumb

‘I’m honestly amazed that you think you can get rid of me so easily’

She tried to laugh, but couldn’t play along.

She buried her face in his chest once again and apologized several times, more to herself than to him. It was unlike her to act like this around others, she’d usually just keep her raw feelings to herself, but this time she couldn’t avoid them and that frustrated her to the point of tears. She had heard him say that he wanted to know her as she really was, but she hated this side of her and the fact that he got to see it.

‘It’s okay, Clem’ He comforted her softly ‘I won’t insist, I promise...we can take it as slow as you want, or just don’t take it at all...whatever you decide’ He didn’t know why he added the latter, but sadly enough,that option was now available for her.

‘Thank you’ She muttered, not being able to face him.

She turned around and he let her go just as fast as he held her close minutes before.

They kept a distance from each other, the atmosphere had turned awkward once again.

Their pace was tired and slow.

The sun was setting just as they ran into Marlon, Violet, Aasim and AJ.

The little boy shouted Clementine’s name and ran to embrace her, only to pull away almost immediately after not recognizing her usual scent.

‘Is that Louis’ jacket? He looked up at her ‘Where is your hat?’

The three teenagers were still standing there, confused as they’d ever be

‘What happened out there?’ Marlon asked first, then turned to Louis ‘Where’s Chairles?’

Before Louis could even realize he went back unarmed, Aasim stepped up to continue the interrogation

‘Where’s the fish?’ His tone was more apprehensive than concerned. Violet tried to be more careful in her questioning.

‘Were you guys attacked?’ She said, hoping for a negative answer.

Clementine and Louis shared a look and nodded.

‘Five of them’ Louis started

‘They caught us with our guard down while we were f-fishing’ Clementine continued, discreetly eyeing his party mate.

‘Yep, that’s why we’re like this’ The boy concluded, hoping their friends wouldn’t keep questioning them.

‘You know we need the food’ Aasim continued, a line forming between his brows

‘And I need my bat, Sherlock’ Louis argued back, crossing his arms in front of him ‘I’m going back for all of it’

‘I am’ Clem stepped up ‘You’re not going anywhere unarmed. I’ll make a run for it. I’ve done it before’

‘I will go, too’ AJ proposed

‘No, it’s getting dark and I don’t want to be there more than necessary

’

‘But, Clem-’

‘I said no, Alvin Junior, that is final!’ She sentenced with a harsh tone she rarely used on the kid. She wasn’t proud of her emotions ruling her mind and she didn’t want to feel her friends’ judging stares any minute longer, so she turned around and ran back into the woods.

Violet and Marlon shared a look.

Aasim looked at Louis and then at AJ, both of them had a hurt expression in their eyes.

‘Don’t worry’ He said to the kid, taking out his bow ‘I’ll watch over her’ he looked back at Louis and nodded.before running off behind the girl.

#twdg s4 #louisentine #clouis #twdg fanfiction #look ma I'm writing

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Mack The Knife|Chapter 1|Calandra

“Hey! Hey Callie!“

For someone in so dire a situation, Shin’s mood seemed excellent, or at the very least she was excellent at faking it. With how casual her wave was as she headed towards her pal, it really may have felt like she was just enjoying a nice stroll through the small village. Such excellent weather, after all. And such nice scenery.

Calandra’s choice of it had been the duck pond, nicely central, just behind the cottages where they had all made their homes by now, and Shin, having just returned from her dinner (lacklustre as always, in this place), had seen that choice and decided to join her in it.

The smaller girl turned upon her call, only slightly, only enough to see who it was approaching her, and after confirming it to be the dancer, gave that small, soft smile, more like velvet used to smother than to soothe, which Shin took as an invitation, or at least not an open rejection of her company. She covered the distance between them in large strides, and came to a stop next to Calandra.

“Pretty wild stuff, huh? That whole Fool business.”

Her hands were in her pockets, her eyes on the pond in front of them, and her light laugh on her lips. Even with the acknowledgement of their situation, it seemed like it stopped at acknowledging that things had indeed happened, stopping short of taking them seriously.

“How long do ya think they can keep it goin, huh? HPA, I mean. This has gotta be on them, right? Some kinda prank? Or experiment?”

She looked at Calandra, now, out of the corner of her eye. There was amusement sparkling in it, met with Calandra’s usual level of it, but where Shin was merely making warm conversation, Calandra’s words held a coldness to them not directed towards the dancer, but at any who would be in her way- at this point, the so fittingly named Fool.

“Ah, it hardly matters, does it?”

Her voice was a whisper, and a purr. Shin’s smile widened and warmed with affection hearing that tone, the smoky mystery belonging in one of her beloved noirs. Little did she know what lay beneath. But she would learn, and soon.

“My family will not stand for it, and upon their wish, this will all be over. All that stands in their way is knowledge of our fate, my dearest Shin. And that is soon to follow.”

So much revealed so simply. And yet, nothing at all. But Shin didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t information she was after, just conversation. And so instead of other follow up questions, all she gave was a low whistle.

“They must be pretty important, eh? Ya family.”

It wasn’t much of a serious question, and she wasn’t interested in knowing. That was, until she got an answer to it.

“Oh, the Jeggare’s have power of this world and the other. Granted by our dark lord, and by our own machinations.”

Calandra returned her look, now, with as much genuine amusement.

“We run our family business well, Shin, my dear, under my guidance as consigliere. Such guidance that it was deemed deserving of a title.”

Shin froze before the last words had even left her mouth. Her posture, her smile, everything. The moment the word “consigliere” was mentioned, she froze in place, and only unfroze a few moments after Calandra had finished talking, to blink in confusion, to have her smile fall, to struggle visibly with this new information.

“Wait…. Wait…… Hold up….”

A smaller laugh fell from her lips, but one lacking in humor or even the attempt to fake it.

“Thought I heard ya say ya were a…. what was it…. Consigliere, yeah? Like in the movies or….”

She gestured, trying to grasp something invisible in front of her from the looks of it.

“Ya know. Like, in mafia stuff. Not that I’m sayin ya would be part of that. Cause obviously that’d just be impossible, right?”

Her tone wasn’t as light as her choice of words. In fact, it was growing heavier by the second, until her next words, in another world an admittance of insecurity, a desperate search for agreement, sounded more like a threat, a warning against receiving anything but that agreement.

“Right, Callie?”

There was a moment of silence between them, or maybe a minute, it was hard to tell. Then, finally, it broke with Calandra’s simple:

“Oh, dearest Shin…. I thought you had already figured that out, at least?”

And, just like that, it would never be fixed again.

“You’re WHAT?”

The ducks in the pond flapped their wings, loudly declaring their displeasure at Shin’s suddenly loud and not so amused anymore voice.

The dancer herself hardly cared. She had turned to face Calandra head on, fists balled at her sides, her face turned from one of warmth and affection to a grimace of disgust and anger.

“Your family, who you’re workin for- they’re gangsters? The fuckin mafia?!”

This was a level of disgust rarely seen from her. She recoiled, physically, from the girl who moments before had been her friend. Recoiled like one would from a snake. A particularly ugly one.

Calandra watched on in silence as Shin came to terms with the information she had just received, which the dancer did loudly. Loud enough to draw some eyes to them, but she hardly seemed to care.

“The thievin, murderin, kidnappin, god fuckin forsaken MAFIA?! Those fuckin MONSTERS??!”

It was at this point that Calandra’s own smile faltered and fell, her pretty face now in a deep frown, golden eyes sending Shin a glare of the kind that would’ve made the blood freeze in the veins of any human being with less fire in them than her.

“And who are you….”

Her voice wasn’t louder than before, but much colder, and even Shin was stopped momentarily in her rage when met with one that matched hers.

“….To judge me? To judge your saviors? We’ve been kidnapped, fucking kidnapped, and yet you whine and complain about your betters? Complain like a baby. Why, Shin I did not take you for such a sanctimonious fuck!”

The insult, fired with the precision off a poison dart, seemed to bounce right off of Shin’s armor of righteous rage (and obliviousness), but the rest of it did not, and was commented with a disbelieving snort.

“Fuckin saviours? Well sign me up for fuckin damnation if that’s your choice a saviours, then. Man, I thought ya were just really into your style, ya know, dark and gothy and shit, but essentially harmless. Like it’s SUPPOSED ta be! Turns out ya actually are just a fuckin killer bitch! Just a fuckin monster!”

Calandra, now facing Shin head on as well, didn’t skip a beat to reply.

“I am not a monster for doing as my family has done since your own ancestors were living in thatched roof huts!”

“But you are! You ARE, Callie!! Who gives a SHIT how long your family’s been up ta terrible things or how loyal ya think you’re bein, if ya were actually a person worth givin two SHITS about ya would’ve told em off! You woulda left! You woulda done ANYTHIN but WORK for em, what the fuck is WRONG with ya?!”

She was yelling, now, yelling and gesturing, face red with rage. Calandra’s own rage had burned cold until now, but the fire of the dancer seemed to jump over to her, and she responded in kind, though her gestures were more the restrained kind.

“The fuck is wrong with YOU, that you think disloyalty a virtue?! They’ve given me everything! Everything I’ve ever had! I have measured and weighed and NOTHING, NOTHING I could be doing is better than doing my lineage proud!! [May the crows eat your fucking eyes, you bitch! May they fucking scratch them out of your skull while demons feast on your guts!]”

She continued in this manner, but Shin was not to be outyelled, not when she had only just started. If there was one thing she was practiced in (aside from the many, many things she was), it was arguments.

“Do ya hear yaself, like, when ya talk?! The FUCK??! Ya standin here, right now, tellin me that the best thing ya could be doin with ya life is... is murder, and theft, and drug trafficking or whatever the fuck else your familys gotten up to?? doesnt matter how related they are to ya, its WRONG, wrong dont become right just cause its ya pa who does it!”

She took a step back, pushed back her hair, but what looked like a retreat was barely her getting enough breath to continue her assault, now with a new angle, a new realization.

“Cant fuckin believe- and ya live with Natsume, too?? im tellin ya if ya lay one of ya filthy fingers on her, touch even one hair on her head, ill fuckin gut ya like the cops ought ta have done years ago!"

With Calandra yelling her own threats in Italian, and Shin returning the favour in Japanese, the two had drawn the attention of a small audience, but neither of them seemed to care overly much. This was a battle between two parties who weren’t used to losing, and much less likely to accept such loss. More importantly, two parties who had managed to enrage each other to such a point that their argument wasn’t a discussion of ethics. It was a shouting match, just yelling out their anger at each other, and neither would back down.

Finally, it was Calandra who returned to actual arguing, instead of just yelling. But it wasn’t a big step back.

"Ignorant oaf! I don't dirty my hands with the work of soldiers! I make and break kings! And you're just a failed dancer, shall I ask a cousin of mine to break your other leg so you can always be on your high horse? And you can't let Natsume dear make her own choices, can you? Keep her in your shadow forever, and don't let her dance away from you! At least she still can!"

It was this, at last, that made Shin fall silent, her expression changing from outright rage to something else. Whatever it was: shock, disbelief, genuine hurt, it vanished as soon as it had come, turning back into rage. A colder, quieter rage that came with trembling, but not words. She stood straighter than before, her fists balled at her sides, and she glared. Glared silently at her former friend. Whichever part of what Calandra said had done it, she was officially at a loss for words. A chance that Calandra used, her voice now at a normal talking level again. The fire was extinguished, the ice had returned to both of them.

"I needn't hex you. You've failed enough already, haven't you dear?"

What happened next, happened too fast to comprehend while it was. It could only ever be looked back upon later, and even then with surprise.

One moment, things seemed to cool down considerably. The audience may wish, perhaps, that this was all there would be to it, that they would just walk away, and that the tension in the air may not snap after all. But it did, because in the next moment, Calandra’s head flew to the side in a flurry of black hair, the sudden force of impact enough to make her stumble and fall. Shin’s fist, formerly so tightly curled at her side, was the source of that impact- it was clear to see she’d thrown punches before, and that this was one that hurt.

It was hard to believe how quickly things had escalated, how little it had taken to get to this point, but Shin had punched her former friend straight in the face, and from the looks of it she had not been pulling her punches.

As quickly as it had happened it was over, and Shin glared down on Calandra, who was holding her cheek. It was hard to tell whether she was surprised with her hair covering her face as it was, but she didn’t move, and neither did Shin. The world seemed to hold its breath.

Shin was the one to move first, and it was in curt, tense movements. One finger pointing at Calandra, jabbing in her direction to underline her words, her tremble had moved from her body into her voice. Was it right to call the anger in it barely restrained anymore, when she had shown absolutely no restraint during the entire conversation in the first place?

“Fuck. You. I WILL get better! I WILL!! STAY….”

She had gotten back to yelling, and took a moment to steady herself before continuing at a more normal volume, but not a less enraged one.

“…Stay the FUCK away from me and Natsume, you fucking piece of FILTH.”

And with that, she just turned and left, with the same long strides that had gotten her here, fists still balled and blood on her knuckles, a storm on the move that none of those watching dared approach.

Yet, this was only the beginning of the violence that was yet to come.

#ic #calandra jeggare #here i summed things up for yall #just so youre not surprised when they suddenly Hate Each Other

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