#realized i haven’t annoyed you’s ll lately with these

[mcu-coworkers]

Where do broken hearts go?

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: You decide to do Miguel a favor and give him what he wants. or so you thought you did.

Word count:1k+

A/n: I came up with this at 1am:0 pt.2 is in the works

Parts: I^ II  III

Ever since the multiverse was disrupted he changed.

Little by little, day by day, you began to see it worsen. You began to see him worsen.

And there was nothing you could do to help him, he made that very clear.

You loved Miguel with every fiber of your being. It was almost embarrassing considering he barely did so much as look your way when he came home.

It wasn't always like this, and those were the moments you clung to when your thoughts were at their darkest.

Before all of this he was happy, we were happy.

The man   I   loved kissed me almost every second we were together and never went a day without telling me a cheesy punch line to get a laugh out of me.

When he proposed to you it was the happiest day of your life, you thought it could only get better from here.

You were marrying the love of your life. What could go wrong?

You understood him, or at least you tried but it was hard at times when the closest you could get to him lately was standing on the other side of the door to his office where he’d just ignore you some more.

The furthest you got was when you urged him to talk to you but all he said was “ You? What could you possibly do to help me? You don't even know what a cannon event is let alone an anomaly! Por dios.” and straight into his office he went.

As much as you loved your husband you knew that a minute more of this would kill you.

You were two strangers living under the safe roof at this point, he wouldn't even notice if you left.

So you did.

First you called your lawyer to prepare the divorce papers, next you found a place to stay, packed your bags and now you were ready.

You wanted to tell him face to face but as soon as you looked his way he shrugged you off once again.

“Not now Y/n  I   have reports to write for the spider society.”  and like always you were just another fly on the wall.

Sighing with tears brimming your eyes you grabbed a notebook and a pen.

You began writing a goodbye that he probably wouldn't even bother to read.

Dear Miguel,

Things haven't been the same for sometime now. It feels like the man  I   once fell in love with doesn't love me anymore and I've been hurting ever since.   I   feel like I'm holding you back from achieving your goal with all of these canon events and things  I   don't understand. I   can't live like this anymore and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize.   I   guess what I'm trying  to tell you is that I'm leaving. Next to this note that you might not even read is an envelope with divorce papers that I've already signed and left ready for you to give to my lawyer to finalize the divorce. Lastly,  I   want to thank you for giving me what will always be the best years of my life. I'll cherish them with everything  I   am and always smile at the beautiful memories we made together. I'm sorry things didn't work out the way we thought they would.

With love always,

Y/n L/n

You didn't realize at what moment you began to cry but you’d managed to stain the letter. At that point you had no energy to write the damn thing all over again so you just folded it up and left it on top of the envelope.

Taking off your ring and wedding bang you set them next to it and walked out the door.

Giving what was once your home one last look, you turned your back to it and let the cool air hit your face as you got in your car and made your way to the airport.

No more going back Y/n, no more Miguel O’hara.

Little did you know as soon as you’d closed that front door Miguel's head poked out of his office, you never went out this late at night.

“Y/n? What did  I   tell you about taking out the trash?  I  ‘ll do it.” he said as he came out of his office annoyed by your lack of communication.

“Y/n? Y/n! Donde estas mujer?” (where are you woman?) he spoke out as he walked around the house.

No response.

After checking all the rooms and coming up empty handed Miguel started to feel a tightness in his chest.

“Boss, you should see these reports.” Lyla said over his shoulder.

“Not now Lyla  I  ‘m looking for my wife.” he said, shrugging the AI off.

“You think that stuff on the counter will give some clues?” she said pointing towards the letters in the kitchen.

Stopping in his tracks he turned towards the kitchen.

There was no fucking way, he thought to himself.

You’d never do this to him.

But you did.

Opening the letter he read it and quickly that tightness in his chest got tighter and his body began to shake as he felt panic consume him.

“Miguel… that envelope.” Lyla said quietly hoping it wasn't what she thought. But it was and she could just see her boss begin to break.

Ripping the envelope open he realized this isn't some kind of sick joke from your part.

Seeing your signature at the end of the page broke Miguel to pieces.

He read over the letter over and over hoping to find some clue as to where you went so he could bring you back home to him.

He knew he'd been distant for some time now but he didnt know it had affected you this badly, if he did he would've changed.

He would do anything to keep you by his side. He thought that by coming home at a decent hour you'd be happy even if he was just in his office.

Well fuck was he so wrong about that.

Picking up your rings Miguel finally let go of the tears he’d been trying so hard to hold back.

The feeling of the cold silver in the palm of his hands was like a slap in the face forcing him to accept that you’d left him.

You left thinking he hated you and for that he’d never be able to forgive himself, not for that or any of this.

Taking a deep breath he tried to focus.

“Lyla, call Jess, tell her she's in charge of the spider society until  I find my wife and bring her home.” he ordered as he stood up walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Yes boss. Go get your girl back!.” she replied wishing him the best of luck before heading off to find his sub in.

Miguel had all the resources in the world, finding you would only take him seconds.

It was convincing you to come back that would be his biggest challenge.

But first he was paying a visit to your lawyer.

#miguel x reader #Miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spider-man 2099 #y/n #miguel o'hara x reader

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 5 + Epilogue]

Original title: 愛しうる限り & エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: This CD really did deliver near the very end and tugged onto my heartstrings BIG TIME. Shuu being honest with myself and realizing just how much he loves the MC is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. ;w; He definitely solidified himself as nr. 2 in my heart once more. (Sorry Shuu, Subaru will forever be number one. <3)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 5: As Long as our Love Lasts

Shuu is playing the violin again.

( At some point, I grew tired of counting, or even thinking about how many times I had played the same song, or how many days - or perhaps even months - had passed since she fell into a deep slumber. )

*Snap*

“Oh...The string...I haven’t taken care of this thing for a while, so I guess this was bound to happen. ...In the end, my song never reached you, huh?”

*Thud*

He walks over to the bed.

“I’ve honestly seen enough...of this never-changing expression. I wish I could have seen a glimpse of your past self for one last time, but I guess it can’t be helped.”

He takes a seat.

*Rustle*

“I’m sure you’re aware, but I always hated being waken up from my naps. Therefore, hearing your approaching footsteps was the most annoying sound in the world to me. However, having your face be the very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes after you interrupted my sleep, honestly wasn’t half bad. ...Just the fact I felt that way, means that you must have at least meant something to me. 

...If you were to ask me the same question you did before, then I would probably give you the following answer. ーー You are special to me. Not because your blood is delicious. You are the only woman on this planet who I wouldn’t want to lose, even if your blood were to disappear, If only I had said these words to you back then...”

Shuu suddenly collapses onto the sheets.

*Rustle* 

“...Ah...The effects are finally kicking in, huh? ...I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep as of late...So to ensure I can finally get a sound sleep...Cough, cough...”

*Cling*

“I drank a certain drug from this bottle earlier...You’re not going to wake up anyway...So you don’t mind if I sleep alongside you, right? Even if that is an eternal slumber...When you’re with me, I don’t mind. That’s just how much Iーー...”

He scoots closer.

*Smooch*

“...love you. ...Ugh...Cough, cough...Haah, haah...I finally gave you the words you’ve been dying to hear...yet you’re missing out on them...You foolish woman...Hahaha...I guess I shouldn’t say that, huh...? Ugh...”

Shuu loses consciousness.

*Shatter*

( I lost the feeling in my limbs, before my mind went blank as well and before I knew it, I was unable to think of anything. I couldn’t fight back against my heavy eyelids. Now I can finally get some rest again. ーー That’s what I thought, yet...Aah, there it is again. I can hear her voice again. Per usual, she’s calling my name as if her life depends on it. I’ve heard this voice a million times, but in the end, it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Even if I wake up, you won’t be there anyway. Therefore, I chose eternal sleep. )

*Rustle* 

( You’re persistent...Guess you’re stubborn even within my dreams, huh? )

You continue to call his name.

( Oh come on...Just let me sleep... )

You persist.

( Like I said, pipe down. Don’t shout my name over and over... )

*Rustle rustle*

“Nn...Hm? ...Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“What do you want? I was having such a nice nap...”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Oh? You...are awake? So that wasn’t just a hallucination right now? Or rather, why are you crying?”

You tell Shuu you thought he had died.

“Died? ...Oh, right. Why am I alive as well? Did you do something?”

You continue to sob.

“I can’t tell when you’re bawling like that...Hm? The taste of your blood...lingers inside my mouth.”

You explain.

“...You frantically tried to feed me your blood thinking that might be able to bring me back to life? I won’t deny that my wounds heal quicker when I have your blood...but I didn’t think it could serve as an antidote as well. Your blood really is something else. Well, you still won against it though. ...Oi, I don’t mind if you’re crying, but give me a good look at your face.”

*Rustle*

“I’m asking you to move closer. My body still feels heavy, I can’t move. Come on, scoot over.”

You move closer.

“How long has it been...? I’m actually reflected in your eyes.”

Shuu embraces you.

“Haah...”

*Rustle*

“Keep still. I can’t put in much strength since my arms are still numb.”

You ask Shuu what happened.

“I’m the one who wants to know what happened. Honestly, what made you suddenly wake up? Is it because I finally genuinely admitted my own feelings...?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, you’ve been asleep this whole time, remember?”

You look at him in surprisement.

“Don’t tell me, you didn’t have a clue?”

You nod.

“Well, it happened out of nowhere, so I guess it’s obvious considering you were unconscious as well. ...No, it’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a nightmare anyway.”

You ask him if it was rough.

“...Yeah.”

*Rustle*

“A lot happened...It was one hell of a ride. But right now, rather than letting you go...”

*Smooch*

“Haah...Come on, don’t get all surprised over a little kiss still. However, I don’t dislike that side of you either. When you were asleep, you wouldn’t react no matter how many times I did this after all.”

*Smooch*

“...What? Don’t panic.”

You note his behavior seems off.

“Weird? You’re the last person I want to hear that from though. I told you, remember? I went through a lot. That being said, it doesn’t matter. It’s just...I came to realize a few things.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“How you felt, for example. Or how important it is to put things into words every now and then. ...And what you mean to me, I suppose. ...I believe you woke up because I finally understood those things. Well, you don’t seem to realize that yourself though. Oh, right...I should apologize while I can. I’m sorry for acting indifferent towards you up till now. I deeply regret it. Soーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Please don’t get upset and fall into a slumber again, it pains me”

You tell him you never meant to do that to him.

“Even if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. And it was much more wicked than having you lash out at me or run away from home. Not to mention it was extremely bothersome. I had to look after you 24/7, right? In that regard...you really are a handful.”

You apologize.

“Haha...You don’t need to say sorry, really. I’ve already accepted it. I’m to blame for falling in love with such a woman.”

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.

“...What?”

You ask him to repeat himself.

“I said I love you, what about it? I said it earlier as we...Ah, right. I guess you didn’t hear me back then since you were still asleep. ...Haha, look at those rounded eyes, your face looks hilarious. ...I really do prefer seeing you like this.”

*Smooch*

“I understand you are having trouble believing me. I’ve only got myself to blame for that. However, I’m sure you’ll soon come to realize. I already had plenty regrets while you were asleep. From here on out, I’ll tell you these words until you’ll be tired of hearing them ーー How much I love you, that is.”

*Smooch*

Track 6: Epilogue

“...Hey.”

You turn around.

“You’re ogling way too much. It looks shameless, so come here.”

You run over

“Is an instrument store really that special to you?”

You nod.

“Well, I can imagine you have little affiliation with these places. When I bring up the name of a composer, you usually look at me as if I’m speaking Chinese. Although despite that, you seemed happy to visit this place.”

You explain.

“Ahー So that’s why. Honestly, it would have been much easier to just come by myself, but I’d rather not make you upset again by ignoring you.”

You smile, thanking him.

“...I see. Whatever. ...Anyway, I requested a full maintenance along with replacing the broken string, so it might take a while. We’ll get in the way if we wait here, so let’s go over there.”

The two of you move to another room.

*Creaaak*

You look around.

“It’s a test room. Customers can use this place to test out the intruments before purchase. There’s nobody here right now, so the owner said we can make ourselves comfortable.”

You ask Shuu if he plans to buy a new violin.

“No, I’m not buying anything. I like my current violin.”

You seem confused, wondering why you’re here then.

“You really are a fool, aren’t you?”

Shuu pulls you closer.

*Rustle*

“To kill some time, obviously.”

You get slightly flustered. 

“It’s a perfect way to combat the boredom, no? It’s muh more comfortable than having to wander around outside. On top of that...This place is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want, nobody will hear. I’m sure you like the sound of that as well? ーー That being said, we have to think about your health. I doubt you’re already back in top shape, so I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”

You hesitate. 

“Hm~? In that case, you want it?”

You go quiet.

“Cat got your tongue? I seem to recall a certain someone was displeased because they were being ‘used’?  Clearly tell me what you want. Right now, I can actually live up to your wishes. ...What do you want from me?”

You ask for his fangs. 

“Hehe...I hate being ordered around, but hearing you beg for it isn’t bad at all. Especially when it’s the words ‘Suck my blood, please’.”

Shuu bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...I said you could make all the noise you want, remember? It’s not like anyone but me can hear.”

You get embarrassed. 

“Heh. First you beg for it and now you get all embarrassed. You’re kind of contradicting yourself there, no? Well, it doesn’t matter. In that case, I’ll go for one of your more sensitive spots so you won’t be able to suppress your voice. Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Exactly...Let me hear more...Why still hesitate at this point?”

You explain. 

“You’re worrying for nothing per usual. You no longer need to be scared that I’ll find you annoying or get tired of you. Well, I won’t deny that there’s times I get a little irritated by your behavior. I’m sure I might be a little grumpy when you disturb my sleep as well. 

However, I would never grow to dislike you over something like that. I already know what kind of woman you are. You’re the type to beg for my fangs in a place like this. On top of that, a loudmouth who loves to meddle with other people’s affairs and quite the handful at times. To be honest, too much of a bother to keep by one’s side. 

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Haha. It’s the truth, no? However, despite all of that, I don’t want to let you go. So don’t worry. Just let out your voice to your heart’s content, giving yourself over to me all you want. I’ve already decided I will love every side of you after all.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

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[malucy31]

Even Autumn knows Dawn

Every day Magnus wakes up with Alec in his life, he realizes how differently he deals with his depression and aches. It's a lot better now. This is one of these mornings.

Teen and Up audiences

1922 words

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“I should have let you kidnap me while there was still time,” Alec mumbles, half asleep. “We would still be in Havana, winning all the salsa dancing competitions by now.”

With a light chuckle, Magnus slips under the cover and dives into his embrace. It has been a very long day on top of an excruciating week. Being in the warmth of Alec’s arms is everything he has been looking forward to the entire day. It doesn’t disappoint. The feeling of homeis immediate, making all his sore, tired muscles soften like marshmallows.

“The offer still stands, you know.”

“Mmh… ‘ll ‘member” Alec punctuates his words with a squeeze around his waist and, in a few seconds, Magnus can tell he has fallen back asleep. His heart breaks a little, but it’s 4 a.m. after all.

“Good night, Alexander,” he murmurs with a kiss against his shoulder.

Their schedules haven’t aligned in weeks. Magnus longs for their cozy pillow talks and lazy cuddles, has hoped all day to be home early enough to at least go to bed at the same time as Alec, but it was too good to be true.

Tomorrow won’t be better… Another political meeting to try to prevent a conflict between two warlock communities, a powerful client who keeps asking for impossible things, and the certainty that when he wakes up, Alec will be already getting ready for his own day of misery.

*

When Magnus opens his eyes, he wishes he had been wrong. His body already feels Alec’s absence and has decided to take over his side of the bed. The Sun is barely rising, but a weight is already settling on his chest. Alec’s scent is faint on the pillow, trapped in the silk fibers like morning dew under clover leaves. It helps soothe the ache a little, the one that has been following him for centuries.

He inhales deeply, letting relief wash over him.

Who knew answers could be so soft, so sweet?

A lifetime ago, he thought the answer was in more.More music, more laughter, more lovers, constant roller coasters of emotions. Whatever it took to quiet the pain.

Always more.

Until numbness.

Until oblivion and nothingness.

Until all that pain inside, that longing, that beasthad no other solution than to lock itself away in a dark, remote corner of his soul.

A never-ending fight against himself.

He remembers going through the last century like the wrinkled last page of a forgotten love letter, blowing in the wind through deserted streets. No will to steer him. Only the certainty that he wouldn’t see the turn of the next century carved deep into his bones.

No one is supposed to live this long.

There’s a reason why warlocks have to eventually find a way to burn their heart to ashes, get rid of their weakness, their humanity. Centuries ago, someone tried to convince Magnus it was the only way.

But his heart has always been his pride, the only good thing about him. He will never feed it to bitterness, this brave, oh so human organ that seeks connection more than air. Despite what people think of him, he never stopped wearing it in the palm of his hand.

Even through his darkest times, he would still take it out of his own chest if someone needed it. He would let it see the beauty of the world, of love, of the comfort and sense of belonging one can only draw from helping others. It made the pain turn wistful instead of nagging.

He thought that was his only answer. Helping others to have reasons to stay.

Forever seeking noise to keep an open heart and take care of his children.

Forever needed.

Forever alone…

Then, he met Alexander. Someone who is the opposite of noise, the opposite of his usual noise anyway.

Magnus will never be able to express precisely what drew him to this quiet shadowhunter. The moment he took Alec’s hand, something in him stirred, sighed like it hadn’t done in forever. Today, he likes to think that his magic recognized him somehow, giving his heart more reasons to keep beating.

If all legends are true, maybe souls wander the world, wander centuries and bodies until they find a home.

Alexander’s love isn’t loud, it’s quiet in all the most perfect ways. Even when he lets it explode, there’s a harmony, a celestial beauty that always leaves Magnus speechless, in complete awe.

Alexander doesn’t bring numbness. He makes Magnus aware of everything, makes him want to be fully alive and not a half version of it.

At first, he thought Alec was the one who needed to let his emotions run free. He forgot that what we see in others is often a reflection of what we know about ourselves.

There was never a beast that needed to be locked away inside of him. Alec shows him that. Every night and every day, his wonderful angel takes that pain in his careful hands and cradles it until it feels loved again, soothed.

It’s barely dawn. The day ahead still looks dull and lonely, but the heaviness is gone.

He pictures Alec in their living room, grimacing as he finishes his coffee because it’s probably too strong, leaning on the back of their couch while reading a few reports that have been sent to him over the night.

Any minute now, he is going to come back to their bedroom. He will take extra precautions to not startle him awake, even though neither stays asleep after the other one gets up. They both know that.

He will whisper, “Magnus, Magnus, I’m leaving,” and Magnus will open one eye, then two, smiling back at him. His grinning nephilim will come closer to kiss him good-bye. His hands, then his forearms will sink into the mattress either side of Magnus’s head. They’ll start laughing because he can rarely stop himself from tickling Alec’s ribs, and he knows there’s no such thing as not hearing that laugh today.

This morning should feel heavy.

And yet, the autumn light filtering through the shutters seems to be a little more golden than usual, the birds nesting on the roof sing something his centuries-old heart has long memorized, and the air he breathes takes up more space in his lungs, making him feel weightless.

When the door opens to Alec’s smiling face, he forgets everything.

It’s a beautiful day.

“Did I wake you?” he asks.

In a few strides, he is kneeling by his side, laying his hands on Magnus’s forearm. They are cold, he must have just washed them. Magnus almost says something about it because isn’t it endearing and miraculous? He isn’t sure he knows why something so simple makes him so happy, so emotional, but it does.

“No, my heart. I was already awake.”

A shudder of pleasure coils up around his spine when their lips wish each other a good morning in a tender kiss, when their breath mingles in laughter that fills Magnus with joy.

“So, I was thinking,” Alec pauses, happiness banishing the constant stress from his features, giving him back the youth the Clave stole from him. “Maybe we could plan a day off soon? Like very soon? I’ve heard of this ephemeral café that opened in Central Park, and I’d like to take you there, pretend to be mundanes… I like it when we do that, it’s fun.”

“An ephemeral café in Central Park, huh? How fancy of you.” Tilting Alec’s chin, Magnus kisses his cheek, feeling a slight tremor in his gesture.

For what must be the thousandth time since this wonderful being entered his life, Magnus marvels at all the ways Alec can affect him. His first reflex is to hide it, maybe tease Alec about how he could have found out about this café. Probably from Simon. It sounds like him and Magnus knows Alec is growing fonder of the vampire. It would be easy to avert Alec’s attention to this, make him roll his eyes in this fake-annoyed way he mastered a long time ago… But he can’t. For some reason, nothing comes out of his mouth. He doesn’t want to take Alec’s attention away from this moment, from him. Magnus wants to be right there with Alec. Genuine and whole, too much to handle, too many emotions, and too much love. Himself.

It doesn’t scare him. The realization brings tears to his eyes, and Alec kisses them away.

“I learned from the best.”

It takes a few seconds for Magnus to realize what Alec is replying to.

“So, what do you say?”

“I’d love to. I like having fun and being fancy with you.”

“Good,” Alec keeps gently cradling his face, wiping more invisible tears.

Magnus can tell he wants to ask about them, wants to ask about all that mess in his head, even though he is sure Alec wouldn’t call it that way. He wants to let him ask those questions, wants to see the day when he will be as open as possible with Alec. So instead of shaking his head, Magnus smiles.

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither… We’ll talk more about it tonight, okay? I should go.”

“I might be home late.”

“I’ll wait.”

Alec kisses him and Magnus knows he shouldn’t grip his shirt this tight, but he does because it makes Alec giggle against his mouth. There’s no better feeling than that.

*

A little while later, when Magnus is getting ready, he catches sight of a note on their kitchen counter next to a cup of coffee.

I think I got it right this time… Let me know tonight. Have a good day, I love you.

He doesn’t know what is faster, his large grin or the tranquil waves of endearment and love surging inside of him. With a snap of his fingers, he warms up the cup and takes a sip. It’s perfect.

Closing his eyes, he savors the last minutes of quiet of his day before too much noise, too many problems to solve, too many people to talk to, before the sweet relief of Alec’s arms later tonight. Before what makes every day worth living through.

Magnus wishes he could talk to all the former versions of himself.

The ones desperate for a human connection that would last more than a night, more than a month, more than a few years. More than a lifetime. The ones that didn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel, the ones craving a quick and painless demise, the ones wondering where this would all lead him. The ones who only saw darkness ahead.

He wants to tell them that it gets better, that it’s all worth it, that today, all he sees is the love of his life, his answer to everything.

Even when he looks back, all he sees in his story are all the plot twists and unbearable cliffhangers that will lead him to his Alexander. All the reasons why their stories fit so well together. Every question finding an answer.

Maybe he had to go through all those centuries to get to this life, maybe he had to pay for his ancestors’ sins first. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe everything could have been different, and they would have still ended up here.

It doesn’t matter.

It used to matter, but it doesn’t anymore.

Because a new story started being written when their paths crossed. Their story.

It’s all that matters now.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec fanfiction #my writing #magnus pov #happy malec :)

[rhubarbbaby]

Strawberries and Art 5

Jihoon x Y/N

Genre: College AU, Fluff Word Count: 5k Summary: Like every passionate art student, you spent most of your time immersed in your drawings and paintings. The day you meet Jihoon, your everyday life suddenly gets a lot more exciting…

All chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 5

When Jihoon was younger he didn´t think teachers existed outside of school. It wasn´t a conscious thought, he just never took into consideration that teachers didn´t cease to exist whenever the bell rang. It had seemed as if his teachers simply started to be around whenever he entered a classroom. And as he sat there in his music class, having given up paying attention a while ago, he realized that he thought about you in the exact same way. You had so suddenly entered his life, he was having a hard time accepting that you actually were a real living human being.

Jihoon had never been much of a romantic. He had always thought of romance as a construct made up by the entertainment industry. He didn´t think badly of it, he just doubted that the kind of romance they portray in movies and books even existed. He didn´t long for it either. He had always been a realist. Love would come, or it wouldn´t. And suddenly there were you. You were just there, like you had just started existing. And he didn´t know if it was love. He didn´t even think about the word “love”. He hadn´t even wrapped his head around the fact that he maybe, only maybe might have a teeny tiny little crush on you. He just knew that he liked you. Really liked you. Talking to you was so easy and made him feel so light, in the most perfect way possible.

At lunch Jihoon sat with Hansol, who had grown a bit annoyed with him being zoned out. “Dude. What´s going on? I´m bored. Talk to me.” “I´m sorry.” Jihoon grumbled not even looking up from his plate to look at his friend. “Didn´t the date go well yesterday?” Only now Jihoon´s eyes met Hansol´s. “No. It went perfect.” “So?” “What so?” “Why aren´t you super happy?” Jihoon let out a small sigh. “I am. I´m just confused.” “What? How can you be confused about a perfect date?” “I´ve only known her for a few days and I think I already like her. It doesn´t make sense.” Hansol let out a hearty laugh. “Hey, it does make sense. It makes a lot of sense actually…you know when I met Jo I knew she would annoy the shit out of me. And holy shit she does, I swear if she talks one more time about that superhero guy with that metal arm…Beefy Barnett or whatever he´s called…I´ll have to kill her.” Anyone would´ve been able to read the loving smile that had formed on Hansol´s face, as much as he pretended to be annoyed by Jo he just couldn´t hide his fondness. “Anyways the point I was trying to make is that I knew she would be a pain in the ass but I also knew I liked her. I´m not saying it´s always like that or it has to be like that but I´m saying that yes it does make sense.” “Bucky Barnes.” Jihoon grinned. “What?” “That superhero guy. His name is Bucky Barnes.” “Oh my god. Not you too.”

It had been nice seeing Jihoon in the morning, even if it had only been for about 2.5 seconds. And even if you probably wouldn’t have liked to admit it, those 2.5 seconds were the only reason you had survived your morning classes. And that really says something because you even skipped art history which you admittedly did feel sort of bad about. The professor was always so disappointed seeing only so few students sitting in her class. That´s why you normally tried not to miss her classes but you just haven´t been able to get yourself to move out of bed this early today.  

You were on your way to the cafeteria when you realized it was Tuesday, which meant Jo didn´t have classes today. You groaned, knowing you would probably have to eat your lunch alone. You didn´t like eating alone in public. The exposedness of the situation, the feeling of being watched, yeah you could definitely pass on that one.

Jihoon´s eyes lit up when he saw you. You were standing next to the door that led to the cafeteria, the very same door he was about to walk through. As you looked down at your feet while letting some other students pass in front of him, he realized you hadn´t noticed him yet. “Hi.” He smiled. You looked up and for a tiny moment Jihoon thought he had seen your eyes sparkle when you recognized it was him. “Hi.” “You come here often?” Jihoon asked, his voice comically serious. “Oh my god,” you sighed. “That was really bad.” you weren´t able to hide the grin that had spread on your face.   “I´m sorry I´m sorry,” he held up his hands defensively, also smiling, “anyways…are you my homework?” “What?” the look of confusion on your face was priceless. “You definitely look like my homework…cause I´m not doing you when I should.” He winked. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he had just said - god you really were so innocent- and then you laughed. “That was even worse, Jihoon!” “You´re mean.” He pouted. “Also you don´t even need those bad pickup lines.” You giggled. “Oh?” he raised his eyebrows, a smug grin plastered on his face. “I don´t?” Immediately your mind wandered off to yesterday when he had buried his face in your pussy, giving you all those sickeningly sweet jolts of pleasure. “No. I don´t think you need those.” “And why is that, sweetie?” Your face had turned bright pink and you didn´t know what to answer. Why the fuck did he always have to tease you?? Your entire body had been filled with intrusive warmth and for a few seconds you were physically unable to say anything. You just felt so small under his gaze, his presence was overwhelming. “I mean…I already gave you a drawing of a hedgehog…that basically bonds us for life.” You stuttered. “Does it now?” Jihoon let out a hearty laugh “You really are so innocent aren´t you?” “I´m not innocent at all!” you tried to seem offended.   “You sure?” “Yes!” Raising his eyebrows again he responded: “Guess I´ll just have to find out huh?” When he saw you were getting flustered again he had mercy and changed the topic “No but seriously, thanks for the drawing. I know it’s simple but it‘s the most adorable thing. I love it.” “I‘m glad you like it.” You smiled softly. “Of course. Also you drawing that for me is one of the cutest things…”He didn‘t get to finish the sentence he had started because you had grabbed his jacket and had pulled him so that he was now standing in front of you, your back facing the wall. “Oh my god. I´m sorry but you have to hide me real quick.” Jihoon didn´t know what was going on but he could see the freaked out look on your face, so he leaned in closer as to shield you.  “I‘m so so sorry.” You let out a breathy giggle, still holding him by his jacket. “But behind you my art history professor just passed and I skipped her class today and I really didn´t want her to see me and I panicked and…” you let go of his jacket. “I´m sorry.”

Jihoon didn´t say anything for a moment, he was still processing what had just happened. But then a huge grin spread on his face. “You know, if you really wanted to be closer to me this bad you could´ve just asked.” “I swear it really was because of my professor.” You said trying to get yourself out of this awkward situation. Your heart was beating so so so fast. “So you don´t even wanna be close to me?” he asked and only now you realized how small the distance still was between your bodies. He was standing so close you could´ve counted all of his eyelashes. “I..that´s not what I meant.” You averted your gaze to the floor, not being able to keep looking into his eyes. “Look at me.” Surprised by his words you pulled up your view again. “You’re cute.“ Your cheeks flushed red and your mouth slightly agape you looked at him. He was smirking at you, knowing oh so well what effect he had on you. “And you’re mean.” You finally replied. He raised his eyebrows, grin still plastered on his face. “Mean? That’s not exactly what I would call a person who made me cum just yesterday.” “I…” Jihoon couldn’t help but laugh at your shocked face. “You sure you aren’t innocent, sweetie?” “I…” you buried your face in your hands “You really can’t stop teasing me, can you?” you finally muttered under your breath, voice way too quiet to sound confident. 

And then Jihoon took your face in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek lightly. “Can you blame me? You really look so pretty when you blush.” He was smiling but his voice sounded so serious. “Haven’t we had this talk already?”, you giggled. “We most definitely have.” “Jihoon, you’re horrible.” “Y\N, you’re wonderful.” “You’re cheesy.” “You’re pretty.” “You need to stop.” You grinned. “And you need to accompany me to that party the music institute is having tomorrow.” “What’s in it for me?” You crossed your arms over your chest and acted as if you were actually thinking about saying no. “I’ll buy you a drink and you’ll get to spend some quality time with me, your local handsome music student who apparently is really good at eating pussy or so I’ve heard…” You slowly shook your head at his boldness, the smile never having left your face. “I’d absolutely love that.” You said. “I know.” He winked. “I’ll text you the details later. I’m already late to class.” “Oh my god, sorry I didn’t know you had class.” He smiled and then he leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Being late for class because of a pretty girl? Totally worth it.” He smiled. “See you tomorrow!”

You hadn‘t managed to fully comprehend that you would be going to a party with Jihoon the next day, not until you got home in the afternoon and sank down onto your sofa. A smile spread itself across your face when you thought of how he had sounded so genuinely hopeful that you would say yes. You were so incredibly attracted to him, in definitely more ways than one, you hadn‘t even thought of saying no. You would‘t call yourself especially insecure or self conscious but you couldn‘t deny having some trouble realizing that this unearthly being of a man was actually attracted to you. It didn‘t make sense, he was this beautiful, funny, (too) cocky, sexy person and you were normal. But he hadn‘t been sure. He had been hopeful. So there were only two options; either he was just as captivated by you as you were by him, or he just didn‘t have a clue of how attractive he actually was (very unlikely because: cockytm).

Jihoon: hI Jihoon: *ho Jihoon: shit! lol Jihoon: Good afternoon. Jihoon: I actually wanted to message you earlier but I only got around to it now. Sorry :( So about that party tomorrow… You: Hii. Very smooth start to a conversation I must say.

He must have seen that you had already messaged back because for a second the typing... on the top of your chat turned into online.

Jihoon: I tried 😫 You: I can see. Lol Jihoon: You‘re making fun of me :( You: Maybe. Jihoon: you‘re gonna regret that. Jihoon: :) Jihoon: so anyways…about that party tomorrow… Jihoon: I can come pick you up at 7 if that‘s ok for you? You: sounds good! You: Do I have to wear something fancy? What party is this?? Jihoon: No you don‘t have to. It‘s just some annual party the music majors organize every year in honor of some famous composer. Jihoon: Don‘t ask me who the composer is. I forgot. You:  omg 😂 Jihoon: 🙄 Jihoon: So 7 is good? You: Yup.

It took you a bit of courage to send the next message.

You: Can‘t wait to see you again Jihoon: Goes both ways sweetie ;)

And then you were clinging to your phone like it was some incredibly valuable treasure (or a certain other person). You really could not wait.

Jo: Y/N!?!!?!??!??!?? Jo: You‘re coming to the party tomorrow??? Jo: Hansol told me Jihoon is taking you 🌚 You: 😳 You: He told Hansol about it… You: omg You: but yes I‘m coming…I guess you‘ll be there too. Jo: YES BITCG Jo: and of course he told Hansol about it. He‘s in love with you 😌 You: JO Jo: How was your lunch date yesterday? You: … Jo: Oh no was it bad? You: NO omg it was great Jo: oh Jo: OH 🌚 You: stop sending that emoji 😭 You: but yeah uhm we kissed and Jo: AND You: and then he kinda maybe gave me head on my kitchen table. Jo: you’re kidding You: I swear! Jo: He’s in love with you!!!!!!!! Jo: Also was it good? You: sooo good You: stop saying that I don’t even know what I’m feeling myself :( Jo: You don’t have to know yet tho. Just enjoy it. Jo: And I can’t wait to see you two together tomorrow. I bet y’all are adorable You: omg pls don’t make it weird LOL Jo: Let me rephrase that Jo: I am very looking forward to creepily stare at the two of you from across the room 🌚 You: omg

The next day you handed in your portrait assignment. You had put it in a green folder with your name neatly written on top. You were really happy with your end product and you most definitely didn’t regret having chosen Jihoon as your model. As your professor took the folder out of your hand she smiled: “You know whenever I see that folder of yours I always know it’s gonna be something good.“ “I…thank you so much. That means a lot.“ You stammered. With a friendly nod she averted her attention back to another student. And it was so weird, so utterly confusing that the first thing you thought of on your way home was how you couldn‘t wait to tell Jihoon about your encounter. How you couldn‘t wait to tell him how happy that had made you.

After having spent most of your afternoon on school work, you had forced yourself to quickly decide on an outfit you wanted to wear for tonight. You hated the idea of spending so much time just thinking about your clothes. You had chosen a skirt and a top you really liked, nothing special but you felt comfortable in it. You looked pretty but not as if you had spent much thought on how to do that (which you considered a big accomplishment). It was a few minutes before seven when you heard your phone buzz.

Jihoon: Heyy I’m outside :) You: I’ll be down in a sec!

He was standing on the sidewalk and he looked so casual so at ease, as if picking you up was something he did everyday. And fuck he looked hot. When he saw you walk out the door a puppy like smile spread across his face that broke the illusion of casualness. You couldn‘t help but reciprocate his exciting grin. Without hesitation you fell into each others arms. “Hi.“ he murmured against your hair while holding you. “Hi.“ “You know I’m really happy to see you again.“ “Goes both ways.“ You grinned which made him snicker. You slightly pulled yourself out of his embrace, you didn‘t want to wait any longer. You had been waiting the entire day to tell him. “You know I handed in my portrait assignment today.“ “And?“ he looked so excited. His eyes had actually lit up. “She hasn’t graded it yet but she said that she’s always happy seeing my folder because apparently it’s always good and I still can’t believe she actually said that.“ And then he laughed and there was no other thing to do for you other than to blush. You just stared at him in disbelief because what the hell was so funny. “I…I just…sorry but like of course she said that.“ he was still laughing “Y/N, I really don’t know much about art but even I, a fool, can see that you’re so fucking talented.“ You smiled “You really are a fool, Jihoon.“ “I compliment you and that’s your comment? I can’t believe it.“ He dramatically put his hand over his chest. “I had literally no other choice.“ You giggled. “But thank you so much.“  

As you were walking he told you of his day and how he had been writing a lot of songs lately. You were a rather introverted person, talking to someone, even being around other people could be very exhausting for you. You liked being alone, not necessarily because there were no other people around but because you didn’t need to explain yourself. It wasn’t that you thought you were so different or oh so special but you just had always felt a certain disconnect between the thoughts and feelings you wanted to express and what actually ended up coming out of your mouth…which could be exhausting. But then there were people who seemingly were able to pick up what you were trying to convey. Not just the general message of your words but all those tiny little nuances that you had always been hiding unintentionally in your language. Jihoon seemed to be one of those people.  Your conversation was not just question-answer-and saying things that were supposed to be said. It felt like you were having a monologue together. Your thoughts somehow intertwined, flowed into each other at the exact right time in the exact right places and that was just so fucking cool.

“Hey would it be ok if I held your hand?“ You giggled and turned your head to look at him. “Jihoon, you don‘t even have to ask.“ He took your slightly smaller hand into his and immediately interlaced your fingers. “I just wanted to ask because people are gonna see and they‘ll probably assume we‘re a couple and I don‘t want that to make you uncomfortable.“ You gave his hand a tight squeeze and smiled. “It won‘t.“

Jihoon had told you that they had rented the small concert hall for the party. When you got closer to the music building there were already a lot of (presumingly) students around. The doors to the hall were open and a lot of people were hanging out on the lawn in front of it. You had to stop yourself from laughing out loud when you watched a boy, who definitely wasn‘t 18 yet, throw up into a bush. It was only half past 7. “Poor kid.“ Jihoon stated without being able to hide the amusement in his voice. “You ever threw up before 8?“ you snickered. Your question was meant to be rhetorical. “I would like to exercise my right to remain silent.“ “Oh. My. God. You actually did.“ to accentuate your reaction you stopped walking and put your hands over your face. Mostly because you had a hard time hiding your laugh. You were standing at the edge of the lawn, still at a safe distance from the other party guests. “I didn‘t say anything!“ “I‘m shocked.“ “I know it‘s hard to imagine but there used to be a time where I was so nervous about talking to girls that I had to drink a lot and I mean A LOT of alcohol before doing so.“ he stated, a grin plastered on his face. “Awww Jihoon was actually scared of talking to girls.“ He let out a low chuckle and then he grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you into him. “I‘m not scared of talking to you right now though, am I?“ And holy fuck if that didn‘t make you nervous nothing else would but for some inexplicable reason you still managed to stutter out a response. “Maybe you‘re just good at hiding it.“ He looked at you, amusement still written on his face and it was so hard not to look away because his stare was so intense so intimate, you didn‘t know what to do with yourself. “God, you‘re killing me.“ You just smiled, too much in trance to say anything. His eyes wandered down to your mouth and only now were you realizing how you had been subconsciously biting your bottom lip. And fuck you were already waiting for the kiss, you swore you could already feel his lips on yours but… it didn‘t happen. Instead he pulled away slightly, leaving his hands on your hips. “You know, maybe you‘re right.“ he said and for a moment he seemed so incredibly vulnerable. “Huh?“ “Maybe, you do make me really nervous too.“ And then there was nothing left to do. Everything had stopped moving and there was nothing left to do. Nothing, except that one thing. And you really had no other choice because there was nothing. Only him and you. And then you took his face into your hands and kissed him. He returned it immediately, it was a soft, loving kiss, maybe even a bit innocent. “I‘m glad I can make you feel that way too.“ You released yourself from his grip and took a few steps backwards away from him. “Come on, let‘s join the others.“

There are several ways and techniques on how to draw attention to yourself. The classiest way, which would also have the benefit of not disturbing other people, would probably be to simply just wave in the direction of the person you wanted to get attention from. Jo however was not a classy person. “Hey! Y/N!“ Jo was literally jumping up and down while waving her arms. Hansol, who stood next to her, started to laugh and shake his head in disbelief. But one had to hand it to her, her method worked. You had immediately spotted her through the crowd. Jihoon turned his head to look at you, his voice oozing with sarcasm “I’m not sure but I think your friend might be looking for you.“ “I think you might me right.“ you giggled.

“I‘m so happy you are here!“ Jo stated before hugging you and Jihoon. “I agree. This one‘s kinda hard to deal with alone.“ Hansol said, pointing to Jo. Jo let out an overdramatic sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. “You‘re the worst.“ “I know.“ Hansol had pulled her into him and had given her a kiss on the top of her head, she scrunched up her nose in fake protest which in return had made Jihoon and you laugh. “I swear I have no clue how you deal with her on a daily basis. She is such a goblin.“ you said after having watched the scenario. “Finally someone who understands me!“ Hansol raised his arm to give you a high five, which you gladly reciprocated. “I really need some alcohol after this betrayal..“ Jo announced with a grin on her face.

You had expected to see more dancing, more drinking and more people getting fucked up but right now you were looking at a room full of students who were seemingly just chilling. Most of the chairs had been pushed to the side and a lot of people simply just sat on the floor, chatting with each other. Some students were dancing while some were standing next to the bluetooth speaker. They were probably arguing over the choice of music.  The four of you were standing next to the bar which really wasn‘t a bar. To be precise the so called bar consisted of one folding table and a lot of bottles of alcohol that were stacked on the floor. Jihoon was standing next to you, your sides had been touching the entire time. It felt good to be close to him in such a casual way even though it did make you nervous. “That’s too much orange juice!“ Jihoon tried to keep Hansol from pouring more of the juice into his cup. “Dude it‘s gonna taste like shit.“ “It‘s literally just gonna taste like alcohol.“ “Yeah! Which tastes like shit!“ “Oh my god you have the taste buds of a baby.“ “Yeah he does.“ Jo chimed in which earned her an offended look from Hansol. “Ok but Hansol is kinda right. Like alcohol really tastes awful.“ you decided to defend Hansol. “You‘re cute.“ You hadn‘t even realized yet that Jihoon‘s compliment had been meant for you when Hansol started to protest. “So when Y/N says alcohol is disgusting it‘s cute but when I do it I have the taste buds of a baby??“ “Nah you both have the taste buds of a baby but Y/N is just cuter than you.“ Jihoon grinned and grabbed you side to pull you into him. You thought you were losing your mind. The concept of Jihoon complimenting you was already a hard enough concept to grasp but now he was doing it in front of your friends? You were sure he would be the death of you sooner or later. “I‘m outraged.“ Hansol let out a laugh. He looked like he couldn‘t believe Jihoon‘s boldness either. “Aww poor baby. You‘re cute too.“ Jo had pulled Hansol‘s face down to her height to give him a kiss on the nose. “Thank you.“ he pouted.

“Hey Jihoon! Hansol!“ “Hi! I didn‘t know you were coming too, Seokmin!“ Jo greeted the taller one of the two guys who had just approached you. You didn‘t know them but you were sure you had seen them somewhere on campus before. “Me neither to be honest. But Seungkwan right here didn‘t want to go alone.“ You looked at Seokmin. He was a tall guy who, for a second had seemed somewhat serious and intimidating, but when his entire face broke into a beaming smile that illusion was quickly eliminated. He had actually turned into an overgrown puppy. After everyone had greeted each other Seokmin introduced his friend: “Seungkwan, that‘s Jo and this is…I‘m sorry I think we haven‘t met before. You‘re not a music student right?“ he was looking at you now. “No I‘m an art student. I‘m Y/N.“ “Very nice to meet you.“ the guy who was apparently named Seungkwan chimed in. At a first glance Seungkwan had appeared to be very average looking, only now as you were actually looking at him were you realizing how pretty he actually was. He looked like an actual disney prince. “Seungkwan, how have you been? Haven‘t seen you in so long.“ Jihoon had turned his head to Seungkwan. “Yeah I’ve been real busy with school but besides that I’m doing pretty well.“ The two of them fell into a casual conversation about their school work and you thought Seungkwan was mentioning something about a new project but you couldn‘t be entirely sure because your thoughts had drifted off after about 10 seconds into the conversation, which was of course no one‘s but Jihoon‘s fault. His hand was still resting on your waist as if it were the easiest, most casual, thing to do. Bystanders probably didn‘t even notice but you clearly felt his hand rest on your hip a tad bit too firmly for it to be normal. You were so so so close to him.  Your shirt had risen up just a tiny bit so his fingers were resting on your bare skin. You were already so hyperaware of his touch on your body you really thought you were losing your mind when he started to rub small circles into your side. You wanted nothing more than to be closer to him but you were already so so close and you were in public and he was literally having a conversation with someone right in front of your eyes. “Are you down for it too, Y/N?“ Seungkwan had mentioned your name. Oh no. You had no clue what he was talking about. “I‘m sorry, what did you say?“ you tried to save yourself. “We were talking about playing Seokmin‘s drinking game…“ “Yeah of course she‘s down for it.We’ll just get something to drink and then we’ll join you.“ Jihoon interrupted him. “Awesome!“ Seungkwan didn’t seem to question your lack of response. As Seungkwan was walking off to join Seokmin, Hansol and Jo for the ominous game you were about to play, Jihoon pulled you to the side. “Was I that much of a distraction to you sweetie?“ he was actually smirking. “I…“ you didn’t know what to say because fuck yes he had been that much of a distraction but you couldn’t just admit that even if you were aware that he already knew. “I didn‘t even do much.“ You were nervous again. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and your entire body felt so hot. “You‘re just mean.“ you pouted. He let out a hearty laugh at your childish answer. “And you‘re just so innocent.“ “I‘m not.“ “You keep saying that but I just don‘t believe you, sweetie.“ He still had his hand on your hip and it felt like your skin was actually burning under his touch. You really didn‘t think you were brave enough but for some unapparent reason you managed to get your next words out of your mouth. “How can I prove it to you?“ He was surprised by your question, he had raised his eyebrows but his smirk had vanished a tiny bit. “Hey are y’all coming?“ Hansol’s voice had made both of you jump slightly. Jihoon slackened his grip on your waist and took a step back to lessen the tension between you. “We‘re on our way!“

“What even are we playing?“ you asked Jihoon as you were walking over. “If you would’ve paid attention you would know.“ he winked at you. You just rolled your eyes which made him chuckle. “It’s just some weird drinking game Seungkwan wanted to try for the longest of time. Apparently it’s a bit like truth or dare.“ “Oh, that sounds like fun.“ “It does. Maybe it‘s a chance for you to prove that you‘re not that innocent?“

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Abyss of Possibilities (T/M/A fic)

Finished the platonic Jon&Daisy sickfic thing!! This was based on an emeto prompt,* but I’m posting it here instead of on shiftytracts because. Frankly it comes out a lot better when considered as h/c or whump than as emeto/kink fic. As usual w/ me, I set out to write the latter and instead got? 4.6k of Daisy character study whose external plot happens to be that Jon throws up? Ft. also a little Melanie&Helen friendship. It’s not bad as a story though so I’m posting it anyway.

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Basira was out on another mysterious errand, which Daisy figured put her and Jon in about the same wretched position. Scratching and baying at the doors of their owners’ empty houses. Commiserating with him seemed a better use of her time. What was more, Jon had spent all day wobbly and coughing—fingertips leaving trails of slime on everything he touched like a snail—and she still couldn’t stand to see that in a person she’d made one of her own. (Monster she’d made one of her own. Whichever.) So after one of his more pathetic fits of coughing she’d decided to make them both tea. It started out as an excuse to leave the room; in fact she’d told him she’d had to pee. But when she’d come to the fork in the hallway her legs had taken her several steps past the turning for the bathroom before she’d noticed her mistake, and, yeah, well. Steps were a limited resource these days. So she’d talked herself into going to the break room for tea instead, and figured if she made Jon some too then.

Well—it was just?—she felt like a hypocrite, alright. She’d told Jon in the coffin that she didn’t want to hobble around like wounded prey any more than she wanted to become a hunter again, but, since he’d pulled her out she’d pretty clearly picked the prey side? Complete with literal hobbling, especially those first few weeks. And he was good to her about it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to despise weak people anymore. It troubled her to know that was her—that she’d still felt it in the coffin where her thoughts were all her own.

Daisy managed to stay upright unsupported while the kettle boiled—hadn’t even had to take a break to sit before turning it on. But while waiting for their teas to steep she leant her palms on the low, cool countertop, even though shifting her weight to them at once made her upper arms ache a little. The muscles of her calves dully throbbed, and her ankles itched. She swore she could feel them swelling. Could picture the mottled pattern of orange and purple her legs must be turning, like the wallpaper at one of those cafés that haven’t been redone since before she was born. They’d told her at PT that the muscle atrophy would take a long time to repair, but that these other issues should go away on their own after a few weeks. It had seemed to improve, at first. Getting worse again now though.

When she got back to his office she found Jon frozen halfway through peeling himself back off his desk, elbows wobbling, like an old dog on a slippery floor. Must’ve Seen her coming back, she figured. He did a little smile, but that didn’t last long. “Here,” she informed him, setting the worse of two novelty mugs in front of him. “Tea.”

“Oh!” Jon’s eyes went wide; he didn’t smile again, but looked almost frightened. Like she’d opened an abyss of possibilities. The mug said #1 Pervert, with the 1 wearing an evil smile and a trench coat held wide open. This seemed to faze Jon not at all.

“It’s just tea. No need to look like that.”

“R-right. Thanks?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Now drink up, it’ll help with your.”

“Oh,” Jon said again. “Yes.”

He picked up the mug, looked inside, then set it back down without drinking any. Daisy got halfway through a sigh before worrying this counted as despising him, then made herself laugh instead and pat the back of his hand: “That’s the spirit.” Jon flinched, but seemed to want to own that no more than she wanted to own her sigh. He closed his eyes, and his hand relaxed under hers. Breath seemed to whistle and crunch on its way out his nose.

“You ill?”

“Wha—?”

“I said are you ill.”

Another half second of smile. “Maybe.”

“Hm. Good sign, right?” Jon blinked at her. “A point in the still-human column.”

“R…ight,” he said. The way his eyes changed made her suspect he had more to say on that, but for once in his life Jon seemed not to feel like talking.

“Take a break. Archers’ll be on soon.”

Usually when she mentioned The Archers Jon would do a whole big dramatic show of disgust, a long sigh or a snarl or a choking noise or at least an eye-roll. He exhaled, now, but shortly; it flared his nostrils a little, but that seemed all the drama he could muster. “Thought you heard it last night.”

“You didn’t, though,” Daisy grinned. “Get confused if you don’t keep up.”

They’d had this conversation before; he knew his next line. But his voice caught on something about three words in: “You seemed to”—swallow; another deep, crunchy exhale—“you seemed to do alright after eight months under a rock.”

“You’ll have unanswered questions. Can’t compel the radio.”

Another swallow, then a throat clearing. “Fine.”

Daisy stood and waded toward the couch in the opposite corner of his office, where he’d slept since he woke up after the Unknowing. By the time she took her seat and looked back, Jon had stood from his desk chair but not yet moved. Just stood there with his hands on the chair’s back, staring off into nothing. Typical. But she knew he did no better than her with standing still for long periods, lately. She thumped on the arm of the couch to snap him out of his trance. “Come here, Jon.” It worked; he blinked to life, gave her a disorganized smile, and slunk over to join her. When he sat his legs shook the whole couch. He sat down at the far end, as often, but, no more unusually, when she scooted closer so their legs and shoulders touched he leant his head toward hers til his hair crunched against the outside of her ear. Daisy patted his leg with one hand, and reached for his clock radio with the other. (This was one of few non-clothing items he’d bothered to replace when he lost his flat. Apparently its alarm made the only noise he trusted himself to take seriously as a wake-up call; every other one he had tried he would sleep through, either accidentally or out of spite.) She set it on her knee so she could monitor the time, but kept the radio muted for now. Only 1:43.

By 1:49 she noticed Jon starting to nod off; by 1:54 his chin seemed stuck to his chest for good. At 2:02 she turned up the volume dial on his radio, and, sure enough, heard the Archers theme song. Considered just turning it up loud enough to wake Jon, but figured he’d be certain to sleep through that out of spite. So she shook him by the shoulder instead. “Oi! Ceaseless watcher!”

“Mmmnnnwha? Oh,” Jon said, straightening. Then he bent forward to cough again. Daisy channeled her urge to snarl into a laugh, telling herself she felt sorry rather than annoyed.

His cough seemed stuck, just like it had all day but more so. It was almost all voice—none of that other, less personal noise a satisfying cough makes. She wondered if he was trying to keep quiet for her benefit. “Come on, let it out,” she told him, thumping the back of his shoulder—and he did.

Almost as soon as she touched him, he made another noise more like—well, more like the sounds they’d both made underground. Or like when she’d cut him, back before.

Anyway, and then a splash. And then a stench. Daisy yelped and flung her legs out of the way; the radio went silent as the clock’s plug flew out of the wall.

“Oh shit!”

Between dry heaves and gasps for breath Jon croaked, “Not technically.”

She barked a laugh—through her mouth, not her nose—but held back the impulse to elbow him. Learnt that lesson, thanks. Just kept her hand on his shoulder instead, fanning her fingers back and forth in a semi-circle like windshield wipers. Meanwhile she surveyed the damage he’d made. The clock itself seemed miraculously unharmed, dangling by its cord between her knees. Only a little of the cord had fallen into the puddle—unfortunately including the plug. That’d be a bitch to clean up. Should she try to get the smell out or just buy him a new one, she wondered.

Her shoes had fared pretty well, too. Only one fat droplet on the right one’s toe, where it’d come off easy. His might be ruined though—and the socks. Poor bastard picked a hell of a day for white socks. The trousers might survive; vomit washed out easier than blood.

Beside her, Jon seemed to have quit dry heaving. Now he just panted, and said, “Ugh.”

“Done?”

“Think so,” he said in his hoarsest voice; “sorry.”

He set his palm down on the arm of the couch, apparently plotting how to stand without slipping in puke. Daisy moved her hand from his shoulder inward, to the place where his neckbones turned into backbones, and pressed him gently downward. “Never mind; I’ll clean it up. You stay here.”

Jon said nothing, but didn’t move either. Not even a flinch. Daisy slid to the end of the couch farthest from him and his puddle, stood, and crept past it on the balls of her feet, careful to avoid all the puddle’s little splattery fingers.

This was the first Archives mess Daisy’d ever volunteered to clean; only after she’d closed the door of Jon’s office behind her did she realize she should’ve asked him where they kept the mops and buckets. Probably outside the Archives proper, near the boiler and all that crap. Her stomach dropped—settling halfway down her legs, like all her innards did these days when she stood up. Melanie’s desk was empty, but Daisy shouted for her just in case.

The first door Daisy encountered whose destination she didn’t already know led to… a long corridor full of more doors. “Hi, Helen. Melanie in here with you?”

Melanie emerged, not from any of the doors Daisy could see, but from what looked to Daisy like the blank wall in between them. Just the perspective, part of Daisy’s mind rushed in to inform her. She closed her eyes so she could roll them at this part unseen.

“Daisy, hi,” said Melanie. “What’re you doing here, I didn’t think….”

“I invited her in.” Daisy heard the words a full second before she saw Helen emerge from a picture frame in the corridor’s opposite wall. “She was looking for an unfamiliar door. It seemed only polite to offer one of mine.” Helen said this with her head cocked to one side, coiled hands facing the other. Her left elbow disappeared into the wall.

Daisy made herself look into a framed mirror on the opposite wall instead of at Helen herself. Except the mirror didn’t show Daisy or Melanie or Helen—just the floor and other wall of this same corridor. Except also that in what passed here for real life the wall was a dark, 70s yellow, while, in the mirror or picture or whatever, it was more like highlighter yellow. What she saw in the frame still moved like a reflection though, not like a painting.

It was hard for Daisy, still, to be around… beings like the Distortion. Monsters used to be so simple. See someone glitching through the wall? Great; that means they need to die. Not like she’d never cooperated with an enemy before, just. Helen maybe wasn’t an enemy? And Jon was the only non-enemy monster she knew how to interact with. Jon was one of hers, now; he was a friend, the opposite of an enemy. But Helen, God, who knew. Stranded in the middle somewhere. Around Helen Daisy felt like the last person standing in musical chairs.

She shifted on her feet; her ankles still itched, but her toes had gone numb and cold. “I was looking for a mop,” she corrected.

When she looked back over at Melanie and Helen she found them sat on an invisible bench. She glanced back at the mirror. A wooden bench with green velour cushions. Made sense enough. Melanie still had her cane, after Jon and Basira’s whole surgery debacle; she wouldn’t come in here so often if it had nowhere to sit. If Daisy squatted down would another bench appear beneath her?

“Oh,” said Melanie; “yeah, there should be one in the broom cupboard. You remember how to get to Artefact Storage, right?” Daisy nodded. “Well it’s the last door on the left before you get there.”

“Right. Thanks.”

“No problem. What do you need the mop for?—is it—do you need some help?”

Daisy said, too quickly, “No I’ve got it.” Then worried Melanie might think she was hiding something of hers or Jon’s more sinister than dignity. She let out a long breath through her nose, lifted her foot and pointed at the circle of puke on her shoe. “Nothing big. Jon just threw up all over his office.”

“Statements gone moldy?” asked Helen, in that voice of hers like a doorbell.

“Oh, god, yeah—did he finally find that Corruption statement covered in actual mold?”

“Thought Martin burned that one?”

Melanie sighed. “No. Said he didn’t want to stink up Jon’s office.”

“Yeah, well,” Daisy scoffed.

“Probably just didn’t want to burn any that weren’t already on tape,” muttered Melanie. “Got him to burn the first one I ever recorded, though. That one about the stupid blanket.” She scuffed the carpet with her foot, crossed her arms, and leant the back of her head against the wall. “So. What’s wrong with Jon this time.”

“Don’t know,” said Daisy, shrugging; “think he’s just ill.”

“Huh. Wait—human ill or monster ill?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t ask.”

“It can be hard to tell,” allowed Helen. “They look remarkably similar. The first time Michael lost his lunch after he became me he thought his sick would have comic-book stink lines curling up off it. Terrible disappointment.”

Don’t ask what “lunch” means, Daisy told herself, scratching lightly at the pad of her thumb with her middle fingernail. Not your business, not anymore.

Meanwhile Melanie cackled and stamped her foot. “What about Helen?”

“She hoped she could click our fingers and make it disappear.”

Now Daisy smiled too. “Have to try that with Jon’s.”

(“Or turn to gold,” mused Helen, chin resting in the palm of a hand so long she could still click its fingers without their nails poking her face.)

“So you’re cleaning it up for him?”

“Apparently.”

“Typical,” growled Melanie; Daisy could see another I-hate-the-Archives rant on the horizon.

“I chose to do it; it’s not like he made me.”

“That’s what people always say about him!” Melanie squawked, her fingers curled like claws. Her voice had begun to climb not only in volume, but pitch too, the way it did when she hoped to pass off real anger as jokey anger. “He’s a grown man—why can’t he keep his messes to himself?”

“Yeah, well, he’s cleaned up enough of mine,” shrugged Daisy. “You all have,” she added, remembering her first week out of the coffin, when Melanie and Basira had had to follow her and Jon around the Archives with brooms. Every morning Basira had shaken her cot and pillow cases and sleeping bags over a bin to tease out clods of dirt. And Daisy herself had never even learnt where the broom cupboard was. “I don’t mind returning the favor.”

“You don’t owe him anything,” Melanie pleaded. “You’re talking about the coffin, right? But it’s his fault you got trapped in there in the first place!”

Daisy had no reply to this; she remembered asking herself whose fault it was she had died (as she’d thought of it then), while trapped in the Buried, but couldn’t remember what conclusion she had come to. Since she’d got out she’d rather enjoyed not having to think about it. Maybe she could put questions of blame off to one side, in the Hunt pile, and focus her energy on the Daisy pile.

“Last door on the left before you hit Artefact Storage, right?”

“Yup!” she heard Helen chime on her way out.

Of course, the second she stepped out of the corridors she thought of a good comeback: Guess he did clean that one up then.

To revenge herself for that detour she let herself sit on Melanie’s desk a minute before continuing. Good thing, too: carrying even a dry mop and bucket back to Jon’s office took more out of her than she’d remembered to anticipate. When already dizzy and aching she found the smell of his puke overwhelming. If he notices, blame it on the Hunt, she told herself. It took constant effort to remember to breathe through her mouth rather than just holding it.

Jon looked up when she came in, and smiled a glum thank you, but then returned to the position he must have taken up while she was out: head on his knees, arms crossed between torso and legs. So when she’d mopped up everywhere else, she had to tell him, “Shoes.”

He lifted his head and looked up at her through the gap between curtains of hair. “Wh…what do you want me to do with them.”

She pointed upward; his brows crumpled.

“Lift them up so I can clean around them, Jon.”

“Oh.”

Jon looked slowly down at his feet, bared his teeth in disgust. Then he sat up enough to free one arm, whose hand he planted beside him on the couch. Gingerly lifted the opposite foot. Daisy nodded; he was doing his best, she told herself. “Thanks,” she said aloud. He nodded back, but did not smile or speak. His mouth remained a washed-out line of effort.

Daisy’s mop slurped up the part of the mess Jon’s foot had blocked off; then she used it to dab at the sole of his shoe itself. “Put it back down now and I’ll get the top.” He yelped when the mop wet his sock. Daisy tried not to smile. “That feel weird? Sorry. Just figured those socks were done for anyway.”

“No, you’re right. It’s just. Unpleasant,” he concluded, beginning his final sentence at the same time Daisy started her own.

She said, “I’ll help you off with them when I’m done here.”

“I can get it,” Jon said, but did not move.

This time Daisy did smile, before she could think better of it. “Other foot?”

“Right.”

After finishing with that shoe, Daisy told Jon to hang his feet off the arm of the couch while she corralled as much as she could of this vaguely puke-flavored water off the floor and back into the bucket. She expected him to stretch the rest of himself out on the couch, but instead he bent double—as before, but with one side leant against the couch’s back cushion. Chin on bent forearms on bent knees on arm of couch.

“Do you think it’s safe to clean the plug off with the mop?”

His head snapped around to face her. “What?”

Daisy sighed, trying to rearrange her shapeless panting mouth into a smile. “The plug at the end of the cord—not the one in the wall.”

“Oh. Maybe? It’s not plugged in, right.”

“‘Course not.”

“Then I don’t think you’ll be electrocuted.”

“But do you think it’ll ruin the clock?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“Can’t you ask the Eye or something?”

Jon shook his head, which he then set in his hand as though to keep it out of danger. “Maybe it’s like a phone.”

“Come again?”

“Like when you drop your phone in the toilet.”

“Yeah? What happens then.”

“You leave it in rice for 48 hours.”

“In rice?”

“Dry rice. Uncooked rice.”

Again she sighed. “Right.”

“Wait, no”—his eyes went wide—“the rice thing is a myth.”

“What?”

“Silica packets might work though.”

“What are those.”

“Like you get with a new pair of shoes.”

“Huh.”

“They say ‘Do Not Eat’ on them. Usually in inverted commas, for some reason.”

“Oh. Yeah. What happens if you do eat those?”

“No idea. They’re a drying agent, so, they dehydrate you I guess?”

“To death?”

“Possibly.”

“Weird.”

“Nope—scratch that. Turns out they’re just a choking hazard.”

“Oh.”

“A-and we can’t digest them, so if you eat a lot of them they could cause intestinal blockage.”

“Bleugh,” pronounced Daisy.

“Oh, and. Sorry we missed The Archers, by the way.”

“It’s fine, Jon. I heard it last night. I’ll catch you up on it later.”

There was his usual snarl. When Daisy looked smilingly up at him, though, meaning to add, Feeling better, are we? she saw him flinch like he’d been nodding off to sleep again. “So should I mop off the plug or not?”

“Oh. Yeah, seems worth a try.”

By the time Daisy got the floor as un-wet and -soapy as she knew how, she figured neither one of them had the energy to deal with Jon’s shoes. Nor had she the strength to drag the bucket away just yet. Instead she nudged it toward Jon, in case he had to puke again. Then she sat down next to him, so the side of her bum touched the back of his—though from this angle that was a lot less cushy. Mostly tailbone, in fact.

To free her feet from the suffocating heat that made them itch and buzz Daisy yanked off her own shoes (the right one now sick-free but soggy), without untying them, and plopped them down on the couch’s unused other arm. Rested the back of her head on the back of the couch, and closed her eyes. Her whole body throbbed and itched instead of sweating. It was new; maybe a coffin thing, maybe a Hunt-withdrawal thing. Probably the latter. (Oh—I have that too, Jon had said once, when she’d had to explain why her face and hands were red.) Never thought she’d miss feeling slimy.

When she found the strength to speak again she asked, “You comfortable like that?”

“Er,” said Jon. Then, after a pause, in a hoarser voice, “My legs are asleep.”

Daisy smiled, and then, when she remembered he wouldn’t see that, huffed a single syllable of laughter. “No wonder, smooshed up like that. Stretch out, if you like; you won’t be in my way.”

He complied at once, but said, “But then your legs will fall asleep.”

“Probably. I’ll let you know.”

He laid down across her now, or at least his torso did. His head spilled off one side of her lap, legs off the other. Daisy helped him shove the couch’s one throw pillow (now the one he slept with, when he slept) under his head.

“You don’t find this—claustrophobic?” Jon asked, after going to all the trouble to get himself comfortable.

“No.” Daisy blinked, trying not to show how much questions like this irritated her. She wouldn’t break like a china doll if you touched her, Basira. Human weight wasn’t like the Buried. Humans were warm and squishy, and they smelled like life; even vomit smelled better than grave dirt. But at least Basira had a good excuse not to understand that? Coming from Jon it didn’t make any sense. When he’d reached her down there, the first thing he did was take her hand and squeeze. She didn’t know if he’d done that to reassure her or himself or both, but—it shouldn’t matter, right? If he’d known to do that then, why didn’t he know now?

At last she went on, “You said it’s called Too Close I Cannot Breathe. Don’t breathe through my legs, do I?”

“N—?—no. No, I guess not.”

He closed his eyes. Daisy could feel his flesh deflate and ooze outward as the muscles relaxed. This felt like a lot, coming from someone she’d first known as a paranoid little freak. How could he trust her so much, when—? It made her smile, even though she knew only Elias would see. Could muscle atrophy make it hurt to smile?

“Hey Jon?” she waited for his answering Hm. “What’s with the #1 Pervert mug?”

“Oh. Er—Tim.”

“Uh huh…?”

“There was, uh—a statement? Wh-when we first came to the Archives, we looked into a statement given by a man who found a Leitner in a charity shop.”

“Aaand you sent Tim to check out the shop’s records.”

Jon nodded, to the extent that was possible in his position, but his Yeah came out inaudible. “Martin had recently broke one of the mugs that came with—that Gertrude and her assistants left. So, Tim, in a, uh, perhaps a slight overreaction, bought every novelty mug in the establishment.”

“Every mug? I only saw six in there.”

“Or so he told me.”

“Doubt it. That collection looks curated. I didn’t see a single teddy bear, or. Souvenir from a breast-cancer walk.”

“I didn’t press him on it.”

“Right,” Daisy scoffed.

“Sasha used”—a trumpetty nose-laugh interrupted Jon’s sentence—“Sasha used to joke they should be in Artefact Storage.”

“Well she’d know best. Didn’t you say she used to work there?”

“Yes!” Jon squeaked, in a delighted whisper-shout. One hand covered his face; the other fist shook in the air. “She had literal horror stories about that place. The way she talked about those mugs was like—hearing a nun say there should be a circle in hell for people who order the wrong kind of donuts.”

When they’d both quit laughing Daisy said, “You sound like you’re starting to feel better.” She poked him in the stomach, though so lightly for fear he’d throw up on her that she doubted he could even feel it through his cardigan and shirt. “Gonna puke again, you think?”

Jon breathed out through his nose and looked at the ceiling. Apparently she had poked him hard enough to tickle: he batted her hand away like a fly, then left his own where hers had been. “Probably not. Don’t think so. Not sure how much I have left to.”

“Yeah.” After a pause to put the words in a convincing order, Daisy said, “Surprised you had that much—I’ve barely seen you eat today. How long were you feeling sick?”

Guilty smile. “Sorry, Daisy, I uh. Thought I had it under control.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Oh. Uh… few hours, maybe?”

“Why’ve you been coughing and sniffing all day then. Thought you had a cold at first.”

“Yeah—so did I, til.”

“Huh.”

Jon propped the back of his head on his folded elbows. “Maybe it’s a monster thing,” he said, with the cynical sigh of someone pretending to be okay with this.

“Could be,” Daisy agreed. She could feel his eyes on her, but looked at the opposite wall instead of answering his gaze. Meanwhile she patted his knee. When he’d been quiet long enough she was sure he didn’t mean to say more about the monster thing, Daisy said, “Let’s get you out of those wet shoes.”

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*Whose OP I can’t find, though I know I’ve seen it before, but. It’s the prompt referenced here:

person has been involuntarily letting out nauseously [sic] coughs intermittently all day, and their friend thinks they just have a cold or something, but surprise! they are about to puke everywhere

ETA 6/16 fixed a few Americanisms, whoops! If I’ve missed any more of those please point them out to me

#sickfic #emeto cw #the file name for this is 'opposite of convert.pages' but that joke makes so little sense that if you get it you deserve a prize tbh #permasickfic #(ish. much discussion of post-coffin daisy and late s4 jon's habitual weakness. 'permanent' is a strong word BUT THAT'S THE TAG OK) #alsoooo just realized all the references to pulsating blood clash pretty bad w/ how daisy conceptualizes losing the hunt in the coffin as #not being able to hear her blood but YOU KNOW WHAT. both unaccustomed exertion and hunger make your heart thumprace so. #Shut Up. i can only write these things how i know them. *blows raspberry* #OH RIGHT also #unreality cw #(for the scene in helen's magic corridor lmao)

[animated-moon]

Good morning my little lamb! How was your sleep? I hope you have been getting more sleep since you haven’t been for the past week.

*blushes* if you really must know then yes, I do dream about you my moon *turns head away*.

About you though, some birdies on the team have been telling me about how you keep having mental breakdowns. Do you want me to come over? I know that it isn’t a full solution, but since you love me so much I figure I can at least make your day shine my sweets <3.

My day could’ve been better my lovely. Wakatoshi-Kun and Semi semi have caught me practicing when I wasn’t supposed to, and have lectured me for hours. I It wasn’t that bad though! It was only 3 and half hours of extra practice, I would’ve called you but then I would be risking getting you caught as well.

But how are you doing so far Mx.Tendou? Should I send over some chocolate milk to your place? Or just bring to you directly if you want me to come over?

Love you my paradise~

- your husband💜

ah, my sweetest! it’s been a while hasn’t it? i’m so sorry for responding to this much later than i usually do, but i know that you know things haven’t been the easiest lately :,) i’ll explain more at the end of this reply!

yup!! i’m getting more sleep than usual! all thanks to you, my lovely~ <3 oho? it was just a teasing statement, but now i’m curious. what do you dream of me? hmmm?

oh! you DARE go to extra practice WITHOUT ME? forget getting caught, my sun, i’d do practically anything to spend time with you <3 besides, i’ve been playing more volleyball recently (my thighs and arms are SORE :,) and i have bruises on my arm from the stupid balls, but SOON! i’ll be good enough to at least play in the court)

FROM THIS POINT ON IT WILL BE ME RANTING ABOUT MY PROBLEMS AND THERE MAY BE SENSITIVE TOPICS. PLEASE PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFY. I DONT GUARANTEE ANYTHING

well,, about that. since we ARE wedded, and i’ve been running from my problems, i think it’s time to come clean to this. i’m not exactly doing well anywhere and my mental health has been far from okay. still better than many, though. i should really be grateful for that but i just can’t. anyways <3

also tendou anon: ily. the short version is just: i have insecurities and i am mentally unstable and i am being unnecessarily sad about it 👍👍 followed by me being stupid and having parental issues <3 summed it up in case you didn’t wanna read all t h a t

i’m having a series of small but important exams recently and i can’t say i’m really doing well in school either, so i’ve taken it upon myself to at least work hard and try my best to finish all my schoolwork, get enough sleep and still have time for some more relaxing things, like tumblr. i dont know if you know just how alleviating it is to see people pop into my ask box to chat or to request or just ANYTHING, which is why i really, really love and appreciate you (i’m getting off topic, let me steer back). well, anyway, how should i say this? tumblr has been like my escape from reality, like my paradise. somewhere i can be without having to meet already-made expectations, without having to pretend like everything in my life is fine and without having to simply pretend. lately i’ve been less and less active because of all the personal problems i’m facing, and i do apologize for that, although i know i don’t need to.. i just- gosh i don’t even know where i’m going with this at all.

since i’ve addressed my inactivity, i’ll talk about my mental health. it’s been months since i’ve had any insecurities popping out randomly to taunt me and pick at every single thing i do. since around the start of july, though, everything started falling back onto me. i started realizing and criticizing every little thing i did and myself as a person. recently it’s only gotten worse, and it’s disgusting for myself to doubt some of my closest friends and their friendship with me, but i cant help but think they’re all going to leave me for some newer, more fun and more interesting friend. after all, in reality, i’m just plain old me. i sound so unbothered by everything, i look unapproachable, i’ve even given up on almost every aspect of myself. why would they want someone like me, right? it’s stupid, and i shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts, but i can’t do anything about them. sometimes it feels like i give so much but they never give in return. i pick up their siblings from classes, i take time out of my already packed schedule to help them solve their boy problems, i always try my best to take their feelings into consideration. at least in my point of view, i did nothing wrong? did i? i don’t know why everything’s going wrong and why everyone’s slipping out of my lives when they’ve barely even been there.

tw//suic*de and de*th and starving and really bad parents under this

i’ve been suicidal since a few years back and i only have a single reason to live. that single reason is my one of my two best friends. he’s amazing in every way possible, and i don’t truly know what love is, but if i loved someone, it’d be him. he brought me out of my darkest times when i’d attempted suicide and we made a promise to both live on. we still do talk, but since he’s older and busier, these times just get less and less frequent, and i’m so scared to lose the one thread still tying me to the world.

and, my parents. i think they’re the largest contributing factor to my current situation. lord, i can’t tell you how many times i’ve passed out from exhaustion, being fucking forced to study for exams. how many times that woman has threatened to k*ll me and starve me for the tiniest things ever. in my entire life, no matter what happened to me, she’s never said a genuine sorry to me before. her nonexistent social awareness is almost funny, if it weren’t so fucking annoying. whining and babytalking with my dad all fucking day at max volume as if i weren’t in the house. all that slandering of the lgbtq+ community and being racist, all that shittalking about me as if i can’t hear them at all. all they know is how to be disgusting, manipulative shitheads, thinking theyre the boss of everyone and that they can order me around like im an inanimate object. IM EIGHTEEN, FOR FUCKS SAKE. IVE BEEN TAKING CARE OF MYSELF SINCE 13. LEAVE ME TF ALONE.

i just,, i dont know. fuck them, fuck everyone, fuck everything. i want to just end it all so bad but i know i’d just be more of a burden to everyone like that, or so i’d like to believe.

that is all. that’s the longest i’ve ever ranted in ages, lord. i won’t say i’m fine right now, but i won’t say i’m doing good. i’m just barely hanging in there, and i don’t know what else to say about this.

sorry for the long rant! i have lots more i’m upset about, but i’m not ready to share it with anyone yet, sorry. for anyone who actually read until this part, please just somehow ignore this. thanks

#tw suicide #tw death #💫.clash #miracle boy ! — 🌕

[littleprongsgirl]

Luminiscence ll

..If you are the rude stranger steal cakes today in the morning

-Guys I think it's better if I go inside, it's cold, right, don't you feel it? -Ginny said to try to ease the tension-

-It seems like a good idea, can I help you, strange?

-no thanks, I can alone

After that the three young people entered the house which was full of yellow and blue decorations since they were Victorie's favorite colors and an intoxicating smell of freshly baked cookies, as soon as they entered they saw the funny scene of rum giving a cookie to the little girl little blond girl and Hermione scolding him since little victorie was too little 'to consume so much sugar in the words of fleur and bill.

-But one will not hurt him -the redhead replied to his wife-

-In my opinion yes, Ronald wealey I have watched you -said Hermione making a gesture -

-Hello Mione -said the jet hugging her friend-

-Hello Harry, it's good that you came to help me watch Ron, Teddy is in the kitchen with Andromeda so that he can say hello. And I suppose you are Elizabeth I remember you from Bill and Fleur's wedding you were the godmother -said Hermione going to greet the brunette and also causing Harry to doubt why everyone remembered her except him, well it could be largely because at that wedding her mind was so worried about Voldemort and the horcruxes that she didn't notice much other than that she was using a polyjuice potion so it was almost impossible for the girl to remember it-

-Hi guys, and if I am Elizabeth, Victorie's godmother, and there is this my beautiful niece -said Elizabeth carrying the little girl and filling her face with kisses-

-Hello Lizzie, you swallowed one of your delicacies -said Ron since at the wedding he had tried a dessert made by the chestnut-

-Hello Ron, it's also a pleasure to see you and if there are cupcakes in the blue box -said the blonde sweetly while everyone in the kitchen entered the living room

-lizzie ahhhh I missed you so much -said fleur going to hug her best friend, although the funny thing about that friendship is that fleur was older than Elizabeth but that did not prevent them from creating a beautiful sisterly bond

-Fleur I also missed you a lot -said lizzie responding to the hug-

-Elizabeth cute as always a pleasure to see you -said Mrs. Weasley sweetly- well now let's go to the table and she is all ready-

After that, everyone went to sit in the dining room, which was also decorated in light blue and yellow tones and from the lamp hung some beautiful garlands that matched the decoration.

-Well and Harry, how have you been at work? I knew that the aurors had a few problems -said bill-

-If in fact there has been a lot of work I hardly leave the office-

"What a novelty," said Hermione with a notable tone of sarcasm.

-well lizzie -said george-

-What do you do, said Fred-

-well the director mcgonagall offered me a position as a teacher of history of magic to give them a new vision of the subject

-or our dear lizzie we are sorry to tell you that

-A work life awaits you full of students who will hate you and who will sleep in your classes

-children don't say that being a teacher is a great profession -said Mr. Weasley-

-It's true apart from the fact that lizzie is a great teacher and manages to make magic history a fun class, she was a tutor to many girls in beauxbatons- added Fleur-

-Thank you very much, I just hope to give my students a new vision of the subject-

"Well, I'm going to go get the desserts," Mrs. Weasley said.

-Don't worry Mrs. Weasey I can go -said Harry-

-I help you are many things -said the blonde-

they both went to the kitchen to look for the desserts and the big cake with light blue icing and yellow details

-and well I see that you are auror, it is an interesting profession

-Yes

-I thought about being aurora but let's say it's not my thing I prefer books

-okey

-Well, do you like Quidditch?

-Yes

-I was told that you are a great search engine

-Hey seriously there is no need to talk you do not like me and you do not like me and I am not interested in changing that

-I was just trying to be kind but hey there was no need to be rude -said the blonde annoyed leaving the kitchen with a tray full of cupcakes that she had brought-

after that uncomfortable talk they both returned to the dining room carrying the beautiful desserts

-Mmm Elizabeth these cupcakes are delicious -said Ron devouring his third cupcake and his second portion of cake

-Well, it's time to open the gifts, said Fleur, while Bill held little Victorie in his arms.

-First the one from her godmother said Fleur taking the two perfectly decorated boxes, first there would be the one that brought the pretty dress with the shoes and the ribbon -it's beautiful thanks lizzie- and then open the other box in which there was a micropuff-

-da..da.agu-mama..puff -said the baby laughing as she caressed the micropuff-

-Now that of her uncles -said Fred and George in chorus-

-Better that box, let's open the at 

Outside, their looks do not inspire confidence in me -said bill--you offend us dear brother-what we have done to cause this level of mistrust on your part-The question is that they haven't done it -said ginny-They continued to open gifts for a while and after that Elizabeth checked the time realizing that it was too late and that she had to be at Hogwarts first thing tomorrow--Mr. and Mrs. Weasley it was a pleasure and thank you very much for everything, bill and fleur thank you very much for the invitation but I must go because tomorrow I have to get up very early but it was a pleasure to see you all-Always beautiful, come whenever you want -said Mrs. Weasley--I should go anyway, thank you very much for everything -said Harry-"See you Harry, and remember taking a break from work sometimes isn't bad," said Mr. Weasley.-Yes and do not skip meals young man because I will find out if you do-Okey Mrs. Weasley see you-Both young people left the house for each one to make their respective appearance-We look insufferable stranger-Equally strange only that I hope I don't have to see you soon "Bye," Lizzie said as she appeared at her apartment.

#harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #harypotterfanfiction #harry james potter

[twisted-monarch]

Golden Lily.

So... I made a little Teacher!Gender neutral!Reader x Adrien, my own nurse OC. Why? Because I´ve never written so much in English (and never a self insert), and because I want to write things in the Twisted Wonderland fandom.

As for warnings... I guess shameless flirting doesn't need a warning. But yeah. There's that. Enjoy!

You just arrived at your new job a week ago, and the fact still seemed so… Strange. Too good to be true, even. Becoming a teacher in the Night Raven College… A prestigious position, fitting for a mage as powerful as yourself, but still surprising because of your youth. The work you put in your own education finally paid off, earning the black and gold letter that still decorated the desk of your elegant bedroom, in the teacher dorm. Now you were the new Astrology teacher, and you were about to impart your first practical class. At midnight, in one of the pristine gardens that decorated the grounds of the college. You were glad to find that some of your students were specially enthusiastic about it, and between them, you found most of the Octavinelle dorm. -It shouldn't be surprising that we enjoy Astronomy, teacher. When you live deep underwater, you don't usually see it… But we use the stars a lot to travel from place to place.-Explained Jade, taking a seat in the grass in front of you. Not everyone was so agreeable, unluckily. Vil raised his voice, visibly annoyed. -Tsk. Why does it have to be so late? I need my beauty sleep, all of the ten hours it takes. Teacher, please. Can't I skip this class?

-No.-You answered, both serene and firm. -I´m trying to not only teach you this lesson well, but also provide a bit of relaxing time. I know you had a very important Alchemy exam today, and many of you crammed for days in order to pass it. So… Here we are.-Some whispers followed that statement, noticing how aware you were of the school life already. You were making the effort to fit in for sure, and the principal seemed happy with that… And honestly, you too. You shook Silver´s shoulder in your way to the front of the garden, near the telescope, and the grey-haired boy woke up with a yawn. Giggles were heard from Ace´s direction, quickly quieted when you cleared your throat in order to start the lesson.

Things were going well, as usual. You only had a few classes with them, but you could already feel that the NRC students were taking a liking to you, and that night wasn't an exception. You weaved your words without much of an interruption but the occasional question, when… A deep roar was heard in the distance, and a shadow appeared tumbling from behind a building. Your mind raced as that monster, undoubtedly the product of a overbloated person who was left unchecked, ran towards you and your pupils. How did it break in the NRC? Who was it? Why nobody sounded the alarm before? A lot of questions that needed a lot of answers, but most importantly… -Get behind me!-You shouted, your usual calm voice breaking into an order as you weaved the shield spell. It was too late. The monster, that resembled a giant snake, pounded towards you as you changed your spell into an attack…

… And everything turned black.

The next thing you knew… There was nothing around you. Only the dark, and the warm softness of… Blankets? Were you again in your bed? Was all of that a dream? Maybe… Because only a dream could make a voice as sweet as the one you started hearing then, hushed like it was coming from far, far away… -Are you with me?-Somehow you knew. It was you that he was talking with, you the one that mattered right now. Why? -The antidote should be taken effect right now… Can you hear me?-Memories returned slowly, everything seemed distorted. The lesson. Your students. The sudden attack. That enormous snake launching itself at you, ravenous and angry because a slight long forgotten into his madness. It bited you, at some point… But you were alive. 

-... Where am I…?-You managed to whisper, opening your eyes as fast as you could. The world was blurry, but you managed to figure out a male silhouette, and a golden light over your chest that promptly dissapeared. -Ah… You are finally awake. I was starting to get worried… How are you feeling?-Suddenly, the realization hits you: You are in the infirmary, and the lanky, black-haired man that is smiling softly at you is the school nurse, Adrien. -Not too well… But I´ll survive.-You haven't even stopped talking, when you try to get out of the bed. Try… And fail spectacularly, because you lose your force the moment you put your feet on the ground. But your body doesn't reach the floor. Before you know it, your fall is broken by a pair of arms that hold you firmly. -Be careful, your body is still weak from the venom. I know you don't like it… But you need to rest.-Adrien tells you, leading you back to the bed, still holding you against himself. His hands feel warm over your clothes, as if the sun was radiating from him. It's strangely calming, and it relieves the pain that has taken hold in all your body. Little by little, your mind becomes clearer, allowing you to feel slightly embarrassed at the same time you noticed you were alone with the doctor. -My students… Are they safe?-A quick look at the window and the clock tells you that you have been unconscious for about four hours. Soon the sun will rise… And you can't help but to notice the slight dark circles that shadow Adrien's eyes. -Yes, thanks to you. Luckily you reacted soon enough… But fending off a monster like that alone isn't a good idea. You were poisoned, and got a couple broken bones. I don't like seeing you hurt like this…

You can feel your heart fluttering when you hear that. It´s true that you have known him only for some days, but… These kind of things just make you blush, even if you want to think he's only joking. It's no secret that Schloss can be really flirty, but… The fact that he's making you sit in the bed, his waist between your open legs, doesn't help at all. You cast away your glance, making him chuckle a little. -Anyways, it would be better if you sleep for a while. You´ll have to deal with a lot tomorrow, and you won't be recovered until a couple days pass, at least. I'll take care of you until then. -His hands press against your shoulders, forcing you to lie down with him hovering above you. For an instant, his cologne overpowers the sterile odor of medicine and clean surfaces. Lilies. The scent is almost as sweet, as addictive, as his voice breaking through the veil of your sleep. For a second, you have to stop yourself from closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. -If you need anything else or it starts hurting again, call me. I will be working in the next room, but you can call me anytime. I can't let the heroine of the day go unattended her first night here. -The raven-haired doctor signals an open door, and the lab that lies beyond it. You knew that he sometimes worked overnight… But also, you knew that he didn't like being interrupted by anybody. Or so it seemed. 

-Good night, dear. Sleep well.-This time, the wink and the tone of his voice clearly tells you it's a joke. But there is no way to hide the red that dusts your cheeks while he´s placing the sheets above your body, right before scurrying to his lab with a mischievous grin plastered in his face. Oh, if you knew how much did he love making you flustered, making you weak in that sense. But, at the same time… He enjoyed taking care of you, making you feel safe in that big, dark school. 

As he said, you slept well. The combination of medicines, exhaustion, a comfy bed and a pleasant dream are much more than what is needed for a restful night, and you had it all. All… But Adrien. The windows were open, spring breeze warming the room, and a golden light forming a protective aura around you, like the one you saw while waking up. But this time, it didn't go off immediately. You rubbed your eyes. It was… A flower. A golden iris shining like the sun, right next to you. Put with care in a glass vase, filled with some kind of potion. Healing you, keeping you company and scaring away anything, anyone who would harm you. Just like the man who created it.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland oc #adrien schloss #reader x oc #because why not #oh f this is long #and reads like the start of a yandere fic #i think #idk anymore #maybe its only me bcs i know he´s like mother gothel #deep down

[lori-hime]

I haven't written much about what I've been up to lately, so here's some word salad updates~ 🥗

NijiGaku Anime

So I started watching the new LL. I hadn't been keeping up with SIFAS' story, but I did read some of it when it first came out. I gotta say, I'm really enjoying all of the changes they decided to make for the anime version of the story, to both the characters and story. It's starting to feel like something coherent. The story in the game was ok, but the main thing that interested me was the interactions with Muse and Aqours, overshadowing the actual "plot" and even Nijigasaki themselves. But the anime really made me interested and excited about the story and characters again. I would be a little annoyed about the personality and dynamic changes, but honestly, I'm used to it by now. LL always ends up doing this sort of thing, and the personalities only seem to become solidified after the anime airs.

A little disappointed in Kasumi's change in some vague ways I don't really feel like describing, but honestly it balances out because Ayumu is fantastic now (previously one of my least cared for of the group.) Yu's personality is surprisingly super gay fun and I'm really excited for her and Ayumu's dynamic in particular. They're so cute. Seriously feel like I'm gonna ship them hard.

I also really like Rina's initial personality in this. Not only is she bad at expressing emotions through her face, but she also seems bad at expressing them through words too. I feel like this is gonna be much more interesting than her already being cutesy and genki like in the promo stuff and SIFAS.

When Karin was first shown, I had mixed feelings. At first I was like oh god I'm gay and she's beautiful. But the whole sexuality flaunting thing kind of put me off for several reasons I don't really wanna get into explaining. I really didn't know how to feel. I started liking her a little more during SIFAS, when she competed against Muse in DDR and lost... started feeling like I was getting a glimpse of her real personality without the whole sexy idol persona. Although not much has happened in the anime with her yet, she's giving me Nozomi vibes and I love it. I actually think if I had gone into this without previous knowledge of the characters, I'd be betting she'd become my fave for sure.

My list has gone from Kasumi > Rina > Kanata / Emma > Karin > Ai > Setsuna > Ayumu > Shizuku to Yuu > Ayumu > Kasumi / Karin > Rina > Kanata / Emma > Ai > Setsuna > Shizuku

Still biased a bit towards characters that have shown up more in the first two eps, so it'll undoubtedly change. But It's really interesting how much the characters I already felt I had good placements for changed so much.

Edit for episode 3, because I didn't post this fast enough. Student council speedrun was fantastic. Yu continues to be incredibly gay. I wonder how this episode will affect the ships people will gravitate towards. LL has always been a fairly monoship fandom, heavily gravitating towards specific pairs. Of course that's largely the fault of canon itself, often pushing and developing single ships. Well, I suppose we saw a big change with Aqours, though, especially with season two. But even then, the ships tended to stay at least between girls of the same year (aside from my rarepair, shout-out to YohaRiko.) Now, I wonder. From the very beginning, before Yu even had a name, it felt like they were really pushing the shippy stuff @ the viewer. I wonder if that’s still gonna be the angle. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it yet. I really want to see more YuAyu rather than YuSetsu, but I can't really be mad at more gay content unless they try to make it a DEEP story and then fail to resolve it but haha they'd NEVER do that, I'm sure!!

As for the others... I'm guessing they're gonna push RinAi, KarinEmma, YuuKasu, and maybe YuuShizu? My original guesses were that AiKarin would be a thing, evoking NozoEli v3. But I guess that'd be too predictable a third time. KarinEmma sounds like it could be cute and sweet, RinAi feels like it has adorable potential, and YuKasu vs. YuAyu sounds like it could have some good comedic rival-y potential, given they don't make Kasumi super serious about it and make it really angsty. Not that a cute idol show would ever do such a thing haha!!!!!

Higurashi Gou

Also started Higurashi. I doubt many people know this, but I used to be a major Higurashi fan before I got into Touhou. It was my main "fandom" I guess, even though there wasn't really that much of a fandom to interact with comparatively. Anyway, despite that, I didn't think I'd get into this remake super hard... but I'm really loving it so far. The art style is really pretty and eye candy, and it turns out it's a direct continuation of the story rather than a remake. Very excited to see where it's going, and also to see a lot of my baby Rena again.

An interesting difference to me as I'm rewatching are my feelings for Keiichi. While I don't hate him, over the years I've really grown tired of the generic male leads (especially in harem anime) like him. Of course, he's definitely not AS generic as they come, or maybe perhaps that's just my bias from when I used to really like him. The me back then found him unique enough to stand beside the girls. Nowadays, I definitely can't say the same. At least he doesn't grate on my nerves as much as most other harem anime protags do, however. I feel like despite lacking the quirks that make the girls so likeable and unique, he still has something going for him... perhaps the fact he's framed as inherently different from everyone else, because he comes from the city, and the way he acts a bit more realistically to the scary things that are happening. Although those things are obviously explained away later, at least for now I still accept him for what he is, old bias or not.

Genshin Impact

Been playing Genshin Impact religiously and loved every second of it. Though I've caught up with the main story content, so sadly it's slowed down. I'd never heard of this game before it came out, so I was absolutely wowed that such a game was f2p. I've heard a lot of people criticizing it because they added gacha in at the last minute, and I definitely understand being annoyed through the pov of someone who was anticipating it. But part of me is still really thankful that the game is free at all. I suppose that full but paid 60 dollar game would still be a better experience, but because of my non-existent budget situation, I may not have ended up playing it at all.

Aside from the arguably shitty monetization practices, however, the game is fantastic. It really is as similar to BoTW as people have mentioned, and I really appreciate that. BoTW, from a gameplay standpoint, is absolutely my favorite game. It's exactly what I want from any given game. So I really appreciated this. The story and characters of Genshin are also really interesting. I really like Qiqi, Venti, Fischl, and Xingqiu, among others. I spent a while rerolling for Qiqi or Venti 5*s, and eventually got an account with Qiqi. Venti on the other hand I've been trying to roll for but sadly haven't gotten. I have 1 roll left before the banner ends, so hopefully.. My friends whaled him for me. I swear I tried to stop them! I owe them my soul...

HoloLive, Pikamee & Vtubing

I briefly started getting into HoloLive a little while ago. After the Aloe stuff, I started worrying a bit about how the company handles these situations as well as the girls' freedoms and how much of their donation money they actually get.. (I made a post about it a while back.) After a while my worries died down a bit, but then came back full force with the Coco and Haachama situation. After that and one too many uncomfortable sexual jokes, I decided to just distance myself from HL. It's a shame, because I really enjoyed their personalities, but it was making me feel uncomfortable more often than not.

I told myself it’s fine, I’ve got Pikamee if I ever feel like watching vtubers again. And then like a week later... Well, it’s not really something I wanna talk about here, but she made some posts on twitter that made me too uncomfortable to continue watching her either.

On a much lighter note... A friend of mine showed us how to use prprlive and facerig to use the Touhou CB Live2D models, and Asa and I played around with Mokou, Kaguya, and Lyrica’s. It was quite fun, and I do look forward to using the Kaguya one for private streams on one of my servers. I’ve actually always wanted to try out vtubing stuff myself, but not really publicly. Of course, the costs for getting a model drawn and made specifically for me are too much for something I’m not really committing to, so this is perfect. I’m excited~

Touhou Cannonball & Kagura Thoughts

It’s been a long time since I talked about Touhou CB on my blog, and I’m pretty sure I left things on a pretty bad note. Mainly dissatisfied with Mokou’s portrayal for pretty shallow reasons on my part, despite they game having just started and having a lot of room to grow. And grow it did. While I quit pretty early in because of that, Asa decided to take over my account. She realized that it was pretty easy to upgrade any given character you had to a 5* without having to rely much on the gacha. She ended up playing a lot with the goal of upgrading everyone we had. I came back to it around July and actually had a lot of fun with it. The cast had gotten much bigger and we really enjoyed playing on multiplayer. It wasn't the best game ever from a gameplay standpoint, but it definitely had it's charm. The announcement of its death, although unsurprising, came at the worst time. Asa and I actually cried a little when we saw the announcement, ngl. The game had such good, wholesome, Touhouy vibes to it. Nonetheless, we made the most out of the last month or so after the announcement. We played a LOT of multiplayer and had a lot of really cute and good interactions with other players. Near the end, we realized that Lyrica was the only character from the normal banner we were missing, so we grinded like crazy (mostly Asa) to try to get her... we ended up getting a number of 5*s but none Lyrica... she eluded us to the very end. It was quite sad, but how hard we worked for it still felt satisfying somehow. We were able to max out our multiplayer level and complete a ton of goals we wouldn’t have otherwise.

So after this bittersweet experience with Touhou gacha, and all the scummy things I've been hearing about Lost Word, I've been thinking like... I'm done with Touhou gacha, at least for now. Don't wanna hear anything else about it for a good while. And then the 25th anniversary hits and they announce Kagura. Ugh. Please, give me a break. Needless to say, I'm gonna have to give it a try. Touhou is my life, I love rhythm games, I love Touhou music, and I love character collecting games. And I've been waiting for something to replace SIF gameplay in my heart for a long time. I'd banked my hopes on SIFAS but it's really barely a rhythm game so.... at least now that I've gone through CB's death and seen how cruddy LW is, I'll have lower standards and not get my hopes up too high.

If you got this far, thanks for reading my rambles and have a good day~

#loritalk #super long im sorry #there's even more stuff i wanted to talk about but it was already long enough as it is

[nctzendreamz]

HOMECOMING — PART ll

Prologue / Part l / Part ll / Part lll

Summary: The year is 3030, and the divide between the rich and poor couldn’t be greater. Wildwood University is the most prestigious school in the entire world, but it isn’t only because of the impeccable flying cars that can be seen best during the fuchsia lit nights, or the dexterous education everyone receives. It has secrets. A lot of secrets—the biggest being that Taeyong is going to kill you.

Genre: Gang!AU, Futuristic!AU, Dystopian!AU

Warnings: Vivid descriptions of violence, foul language, drug use, and murder.

“You’re new.” Is the first thing that comes from your lips. You’re observing him—eyes trailing up and down his lanky build. He can’t tell whether you like what you see. It’s obvious you’re not easy to read. You have some form of a wall, and it’s up. “And you’ve met Mackenzie.” You eek, mouth forming into a straight line. She can’t hear you, as her headphones are placed in her ears and she seems to be meditating.

“She said you were nice.” Taeyong mentions.

“Oh, she wasn’t lying.” You chuckle. It’s a cute sound. “She can just get...how do I say—a little boy crazy? I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me she had flirted with you. How long have you been here by the way? I’ve missed a lot of class.”

“Today is my first day, actually. And yeah...I think she likes me already.”

“Let me guess—subtle touches, awful attempts to make you laugh?”

“Exactly.” He finds himself smiling from your easy-going nature. He’s not having to jump through the hoops he imagined, as you don’t see him being the new kid as a bad thing. You both are smiling at eachother, but the moment is interrupted when a rubber airplane hits you on the side of the head.

“Can you guys leave me alone for one second? God!” You yell, and Taeyong can see that it actually pissed you off.

“Johnny’s orders.” One of them says, laughing at your annoyance.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Taeyong asks innocently. Of course he knows the truth, but he needs to seem clueless. This will help build his case.

“Don’t even make me think about that.” You barf, holding your stomach and mouth at the same time. “My brother. The guy who escorted me to class as if I haven’t been doing this forever.”

“Maybe it’s because you haven’t been to class recently.” Now it’s his turn to eek, and he gets you to laugh. You think he’s funny.

To the naked eye, it would seem like Taeyong was fond of you. I mean, he was enjoying such stimulating conversation, but he hates you even more now. He seemingly doesn’t remember that Indigo is still in his system, even though it had slightly worn his silent demeanor away. The floating of the desk is kind of making him sick, but he can’t speak on it.

“I try to just focus on a certain something.”

Did you just read his mind? He knows such technology doesn’t exist, right?

“Fun fact, I threw up on my first day of school. Everyone thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen, but poor Mr. Eddie.” You’re relieving the memory; he can tell. The way your hand reaches for your chest, scratching a non existent rash tells him that this isn’t a memory you laugh at.

“Mr. Eddie? Is that our professor?”

“The professor.” You emphasize. “You should probably know this before class—

“Goodmorning class.” The voice comes from seemingly everywhere, but no one else looks creeped out, so Taeyong keeps his cool.

“Morning.” You all say in unison.

Suddenly, another door in the room reveals itself. A squeak of metal is making itself known, and everyone is either cringing, or covering their ears.

“Is he a fucking—

“Half man, half robot. A fucking robot. It’s crazy because we should be used to it right? I mean, it’s 3030 there are robot people everywhere.”

“It’s just the principle.” Taeyong decides, but in reality his chest is getting tight. He hadn’t even known about this. I mean, he had seen the little robots that could clean a little, and even project news on the wall if you paid a little extra, but this man is walking.

“Jeez Ed!” One of the players yells. “Late to the lecture, and loud. I think this means no homework.”

Is this how annoying the wealthy were allowed to be? Sweaty, presumably blonde jocks who just can’t be settled?

“You all are going to be very upset with me.” His voice is robotic for sure. Everyone begins to pop around, concerned for their professors well being. “But I’m going to have to cancel class. As you can hear, I need more oil.”

It’s like an explosion has taken off, because everyone minus you, Taeyong, and Mackenzie stand up immediately, fighting to get out of class first. It’s chaotic, and it’s making him anxious all over again. It’s not dramatic—it’s slight, but it feels like it can grow to make him actually explode.

“You three need a place to stay?” Mr. Eddie drys, clearly shocked at your presence.

“This is Taeyong.” You introduce. “And while we both know I would’ve been the first one out of here, someone has to show him around.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it Y/N.” Mackenzie speaks suddenly, taking her headphones out. “I’m sure you want to go see Kun anyway. He’s back, right?”

Kun? Who the hell was Kun?

“Kun?” Taeyong questions with a head tilt. “Is that your boyfriend?”

Your hand finds home on your earlobe, and it’s rubbing it softly. There is a smile on your face, but it’s extremely quiet and sad. Whoever Kun is to you, you love him—or at the least care about him. But at the same time, things aren’t peachy.

“No.” Is all you say, slapping your hand to your leg. “Enough about me though!” Your bright nature has returned, and it’s almost weird. He must be your ex, and where was he? Why did he leave and come back? “I have to show you around! I also need to meet your roommate and tell them if they try to hurt you it’ll be their head.”

That’s ironic, he thinks to himself. So badly does he want to laugh something evil because you’re so stupid and clueless, but he contains himself.

“What about me?” Mackenzie is pouting now, arms covering her chest. Does she really thinks that’ll work? I mean, it was quite pathetic.

“You know I love you, right?” Your tone is soft as you speak to her, hands on her shoulder. Your eyes must be as beautiful as he predicted, because her aggressive stance is loosening by the second.

“Of course I do.” She spills.

“Then I know you remember that you have a terrifying essay to write for literature, and that you don’t need to be out all day. Plus, weren’t you trying to go to the race tomorrow?”

“It was in my plans.”

“Then finish your essay tonight. Then, all the boys can see you looking good with the LED lights shining all over you...doesn’t that sound perfect?” You’re painting the picture with your hands, the both of you looking into space.

“You’re right!” She squeals, jumping up at the thought.” “You’ll be there too, right Lee?”

He looks at you for a quick moment, realizing he never told you his “name”. You seem to process it for a moment before looking at him for a response.

“I mean...I can’t make any promises. I’m not the going out type.”

“But I’ll be there. And when I’m somewhere, it matters.”

His ears were bleeding. He just knew it. “Right.” He whispers, trying his best to not sound awkward.

He should have said no when you offered to show him around. His current feelings were nothing short of introverted, and the farther the two of you walked, the more hot he became.

“I’m sure you’re used to seeing stuff like this.”

Oddly, you don’t seem tired. You had practically shown him the entire East section of the campus, and even he—the cold blooded murderer needed some water.

“Oh yeah.” He says dryly. “You know how it is in Valhalla. There are things everywhere. Blazing lights, fresh air...”

“Exactly.” You smile.

He had to admit, your smile made him feel safe. He still needed to go through with his mission, but it’s nice to know you won’t be annoying him the whole time he’s getting you to trust him. You’re easy going, and he’s already in the friendzone. He just needs to get farther.

There’s a kid coming by fast on his hoverboard, but you’re too busy looking at your watch to even hear the skrting of the device. With a swiftness, Taeyong takes your elbow and back into his hands, and he moves you to the other side.

“Shit.” You breathe out, hand on your chest now. You’re ashamed. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not usually this clumsy—well that’s not true, but none the less I—

“It’s okay.” He chuckles, letting his hand slide from your shoulder all the way down to your hand. He squeezes it lightly, and the look in his eyes are swallowing you. “It happens to the best of us.”

And now the two of you are having a stare down. He can see how genuine you are. The way your eyes soften the more time that passes proves this, and Taeyong is mocking your actions. In the pit of his stomach he can feel something, and he reads it to be disgust. God, you seemed like a nice person, but wasn’t this a waste of time? To do all of this and make you think he actually cares?

“Right.” You finally speak, looking at the first tree that appeared in your vision. “Anyways, we should probably go to your room now. Have you been in it at all?”

This must be how you deal with problems—moving on without a second thought. You didn’t like to think about your feelings, but at the same time didn’t that mean you were in touch with your emotions?

“It was my first stop.” He admits. He had heard about the people whos only job was to move people in and out, all for free, but with the belongings he had in his bag, that obviously wasn’t an option for him.

It took his breath away, although everything at Wildwood did. Back in the day, college dorm rooms were tight-knit, with squeezed beds and insects crawling somewhere unless you went to a top school. His room consisted of two king sized beds, and they gave him the option to make it a water bed.

He had already spent his morning hiding everything, so you wanting to come inside was no big deal. As you two journey up the hologram escalator, he noticed you were looking into space even though you should be looking at all the scenery.

“Something on your mind?”

His voice is soft when he speaks to you, and he decides in this moment that he’ll keep it that way. It seems to make you more comfortable, and comfortable means you’ll start talking; trusting.

“Too many things.” You chuckle. Now your eyes are closed, and you seem to be soaking in the good weather as if it’s the only thing good from your day. “No need to burden you with it.”

“It’s not a burden. There’s nothing worse than having no one to go to.”

“Then tell me a little bit about you, newbie.” The two of you reach the top—another door that leads to his complex. Unfortunately, they do separate these things by gender even in 3030.

Taeyong is looking for a key to his room; stopping himself as he realizes he’s not in NEO anymore. All he needs is his thumb. “Nothing much to know.” He keeps it short. “I’m just a regular, rich guy.” His tone is sarcastic, but instead of being skeptical, you laugh.

“Are you always this funny?”

That was the first time other than Mackenzie that someone had appreciated his sarcastic humor. As deppresing as it sounded and was, there weren’t a lot of jokes to be made in NEO. I mean, he usually was completely intoxicated, not wanting to laugh unless he was taking someone’s life. He’s surprised such a sentence could form from him, especially in a place he was dreading so much.

“Nope, just around nice people like you.”

He hates every second of this. He was never one to be in the mood for love, only death, blood, and darkness. He had his fair share of steamy nights in the alley ways with the street whores, but he never cared about them. He never would care about anyone but his brothers, truthfully.

He can’t tell if you’re a mess because he’s not facing you. He’s focused on his print before the door clicks, and the two of you step in.

Whoever his roommate is, he’s here. The room that Taeyong walked into this morning was empty, but this room was now full of boxes and an outfit on the bed. You’re looking around just as he is, except he’s searching to make sure his belongings are still in place. They seem to be. The pathetic rich boys who went here weren’t capable of putting something back so perfectly, so he lets his guard down.

“Well, this is it.” He motions all around the room, appreciating his own effort to keep his side spotless.

“I always wondered what it would be like to live in a dorm.” You sigh.

“You don’t live in one?”

“My dad is kind of....the president of the university. And per his rules, his kids have to stay with him.”

So you still live with your parents? Not odd, but at the same time why would he be trying to keep you around. The buisness, he remembers. It was never specified what it was. Drugs had crossed Taeyong’s mind, but at the same time, so did paper, and loans. But now that he considered it, your father must have business with bad people, meaning others could be out to get you. I mean, he was. No no, Taeyong. That’s too much of a stretch, and even so, she does live at home, which means the mission isn’t compromised.

“At least he cares about you.”

“I guess.” You take a deep breath, and he can’t miss the way you hault.

“What’s wrong?”

“That scent...I know it.” Now you’re looking all around the room at his mates side, touching his things frantically.

“Y/N, who is it? Did they do something to you?”

The door opens—so cliché. On the other side is a built man sporting a tank top and sweatpants. His hair seems to be black—but it could also be blue. His face is serious as he walks in, but the minute he locks eyes with you, they soften. It was the same thing you had done to him not too long ago. His lips are trying to find the proper words say to you, but instead he just stands there. You’re frozen in place—hands locked on one of his clothing items.

Kun. This had to be Kun.

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thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Don’t rb but”

I loved that her kit gave me so many different tactics I could take and it was more than just 'heal people' and 'shoot people.' Old playstyle let me mess around with different strats without *having* to communicate with my team to make her actually work. I'm so salty about the rework for that reason. I hate VC if not with friends. But it's too late. I already fell in love XD

ahahah part of the reason I love playing Tracer is she damn near defies team strategy. She’s all about finding the openings, moving as quickly as possible, being as annoying as possible and leaving. I have very little need to know what the rest of my team is going save for asking Zarya to tell me when her ult is up. 

thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Don’t rb but”

Honestly, Symmetra is just so goddamn stunning, and that's probably what most drew me in. But I also really adore her backstory. She's smart, clever, and the idea of her having this stringent world view that seems on the verge of collapse at any time when she comes to realize how Vishkar is using her/not what she believes it to be is fantastic. So much potential for how the crash will effect her.  It's also a really awesome touch that she's on the spectrum. Representation of women on the spectrum seems pretty damn rare from what I've seen. Also, I've always been a little shit in games and love setting up turrets. I haven't yet really learned her rework and some of that is saltiness about fewer turrets (though I bet you're happy about that =P).

I never came to Symmetra, AND I DO HATE HER TURRETS, but I am delighted by how many people love her and seem to really be interested in her story. I do love that they confirmed she’s on the spectrum, too. I feel like Blizz for all its many many flaws, is, you know, trying. They’re clunky and ridiculous and sometimes I want to smack them but never even once do I doubt that they are trying. Jack’s gay, Lena’s a disabled lesbian, Symm’s on the spectrum, there’s wild racial diversity, and you know? For a shooter? points. 

(I have also been selfishly happy about how many people have come to the conclusion that mercy is Jewish and Tracer is ADHD, but that is fanon not canon, and so I won’t include it) 

hakbot replied to your post “Don’t rb but”

Also I like Hanzo a lot as a character but that's just because I think he's hot. Woops.

The purity of this is beautiful. I actually love the idea of Hanzo and Genji’s whole “thing” and in a less crowded field might do something with it, but they don’t really “need” me, you know? 

hakbot replied to your post “Don’t rb but”

I can't separate Roadhog and Junkrat as they are my favorite together which I think helps with the lack of writing... They at least have the duo thing going. Big gross Mad Max gays are not a thing you see a lot? Also at this point I'm just waiting for Bliz to finally confirm they are huge gays and fill my heart. Actually the lack of writing could also be helping me fill in the blanks with shit I like. Huh...

Yeah, it’s a double edged sword. I fucking love Fareeha Amari, but every time they publish even a fucking picutre of her I’m holding my breath and waiting for them to fuck it up. BUT I WANT IT ALSO. IT’S VERY COMPLICATED. I would be kind of shocked if they were put as anything other than together, because I feel like the game has realy suggested that? BUT ,I bet it;ll never officially be confirmed if only because Blizz seems to have a (wise, to me) pretty light touch/refusal to confirm hero/hero romances. It invariably makes the game take a side, so I see why they shy from it. 

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.13 Kino [Track 1]

Original title: ひとさじの悪戯

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 13 Kino [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (00:00 ~ 15:27)

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I remember when I started translating More, More Blood, it was the first set of drama CDs released after I joined the franchise, so it was a pretty important project to me. I would have liked to finish translations for all 13 CDs before Daylight dropped, but I didn’t quite succeed at doing that. It’s just Kino’s and then Kanato’s left though! Unfortunately I haven’t been able to get my hands on the audio for the latter. > < Kino is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but I do think the plot of these CDs fit him the best out of all of the boys since he’s such a trickster at heart. I’m sure he’ll have a blast tormenting the MC with the time-manipulating powers of the hourglass.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: A Spoonful of Mischief

The scene starts at school.

“Aaah, shut up, shut up. School really is such a noisy place, isn’t it? All of those pesky humans are completely absorbed in their conversations”

Kino turns his head towards you.

“Before I started attending this academy, were you like that as well? Chatting with your friends and laughing out loud like absolute fools.”

You explain.

“Hmー I see. You wouldn’t have guessed that by your current behavior. Both in the classroom and in the hallway, you’re always glued to my side. Do you actually have friends?”

You tell him you have friends over at your own classroom.

“Ah! Right! This isn’t the sophomore’s classroom you belong in, but my classroom. I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t have any upperclassman friends you can just have a casual chat with.”

You puff out your cheeks, blaming him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I forced you to come here. ...But I had no other choice, did I? Class or whatever, it’s all just boring crap when you’re not around. I got tired of living in the Demon World and became a high school student, so now I have to make the best of it and enjoy it to the fullest! Which means you need to be there sitting next to me.”

*Rustle*

“Besides, it isn’t all bad, is it? You’re super lucky to be able to take the senior’s classes! If anything, you should express your gratitude towards me.”

You seem worried about getting into trouble with the school. 

“Ah, you’re worried about that? It’s fine. Nobody will complain. I’m the infamous mysterious transfer student after all. Leaving the students aside for now, even the teachers seem to be having a hard time calling me out. I’ll use this opportunity to do as I please.”

You slowly nod.

“Exactly. So you should enjoy your school life as well.”

You ask if he is having fun. 

“Me? Hmm~? Let’s see...All of the extra attention I get as a scholarship student is a little annoying, but I’ve never gotten to attend school before, so I guess you could say I’m enjoying it in my own way. I suppose it was worth coming here as a transfer student. ...Besides, I kind of like this uniform as well. It just screams that I’m special! Pretty nice, huh? I didn’t like looking the same as everyone else, so I added my own little spin to it. What do you think? Does it look good?”

You tell him it looks good.

“...I see. Well, that’s a given.”

*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*

“...Oh. Next period is starting. Better start getting everything ready.”

You giggle.

“Haah...? Hey, why did you laugh just now?”

You note that he is becoming more and more student-like.

“What? You’re making fun of me, aren’t you? Anyone would get the hang of the student life after going through a few classes.”

The teacher enters the classroom.

“...Say, don’t you think you’ve become a little cheeky as of late? You haven’t been holding back ever since we became lovers.”

You seem skeptical, raising a brow.

“No, you have. I might have been spoiling you a little too much as of late, so perhaps it’s time I give you a severe punishment. ...Fufufu~ Now how should I punish you? I’ll give it some thought! ...Ah, right! That made me remember...!”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, the thing you asked earlier. Whether school life is fun or not. There’s a perfect proof that I’m enjoying every day to the fullest.”

You frown.

“Right now it’s still a secret. More importantly, don’t you think you should focus on the class? ...See? The teacher has started writing stuff down on the blackboard.”

You turn around and open your textbook.

*Flip*

“He seems to be writing down a bunch of dull nonsense again. Class really is boring. Especially this history one. I guess this is the one subject I just can’t enjoy regardless. I have zero interest in what humans accomplished in the past after all. On these occasions...Guess it’s already my time to shine.”

He taps your shoulder.

“...Hey, hey!”

You turn your head.

“This class is boring, so you should play with me.”

You tell him you can’t right now.

“But I’m bored! ...So let me suck your blood. Show me how you desperately endure it while suppressing your voice. Like you did during yesterday’s lecture. I’d love to see that expression again.”

You turn around again.

*Scribble scribble*

“...Ah. The cold shoulder, huh? Hey! Just forget about the blackboard and turn my way.”

*Scribble scribble*

“Hmm~ You’re still ignoring me...In that case, I’ll just do as I please. Right! Perhaps I should just make your voice slip and catch everyone’s attention? That might be fun~”

You flinch.

“Fufu~ You looked my way. Honestly, that idea might be way more fun. I’m sure you’d become the talk of the school for doing such a thing during class. I don’t mind either way...Which do you prefer? I’ll let you choose today.”

You protest.

“...Haah!? Hey! Stop fighting back! Are you trying to ruin my daily fun?”

You perk up your head.

“Ah! You finally what realized what i meant earlier? Yes, exactly! This is the ultimate proof that I’ve been enjoying every day to the fullest. I’m sure you understand how I feel, no? There is nothing more fun than sucking your blood during class. Seeing you frantically try to hide it, or your panicked expression whenever our cover is nearly blown...It’s a blessing to the eyes. Your desperate attempts at listening to the teacher while having your blood sucked aren’t a bad watch either. It’s hilarious to see you try and keep your act together while you’re enduring it. This is something I wouldn’t be able to do if I wasn’t attending school.”

*Rustle*

“...So, you understand now, don’t you? I’m out here enjoying my school life, so don’t ruin that, okay? Got it?”

You frown.

“Don’t hesitate. Come on, this way...I’ll be so nice to suck from your arm today so it won’t stand out.”

*Thud*

“Hurry up. Give me your arm already.”

*Rustle*

“I love it when you’re obedient.”

*Rustle*

“Your veins are shining through, I can see them well. Your sweet blood is flowing underneath here, isn’t it? Looks delicious...”

*Smooch*

“Fufufu...I’ve gotten thirsty. If you don’t want the others to find out, then you better hold back with all you’ve got?”

Kino bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Haah~ Delicious. ...Ah, you’re actually enduring it~ ...Say, your face is quite the sight right now. Your cheeks are flushed bright red. I can clearly tell you’ve worked up a sweat too. Your sweat smells sweet as well. Hey, you’re only making me less likely to be able to stop, you know? Guess that’s fine. I don’t need to hold myself back after all. ...I’m sure you’re aware, but you can easily endure this much. That would be dull, don’t you think? I guess I have no other choice...but to force some screams out of you!”

He bites you again, stronger this time.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Ah. Fufufu~ You finally let a shriek slip, didn’t you? ...Take a look around. Because of you, all the students in class have got their eyes on us.”

You look around.

“Ah-aaah~ I’m sure you won’t have it easy from tomorrow onwards. Everyone will talk about how you were doing suspicious things in class~ What will you do?”

You panic.

“...Say? You want me to do something about it?”

You ask if he can do that.

“Guess so. I might be able to fix this situation. I got my hands on a nifty little item yesterday.”

*Cling*

“This. Take a look.”

You raise a brow and ask if it is an hourglass.

“Correct. However, it isn’t just your average hourglass. When this red sand is flipped around and flows downwards, time turns back.”

You seem surprised.

“I guess just an explanation doesn’t do the trick, huh? Let’s put it to the test. ...Here I go!”

Kino turns the hourglass upside down.

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

ーーー

*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*

“...Oh. Next period is starting. Better start getting everything ready. ーー Sike! Fufufu~ See? I turned back time to when class was starting.”

The teacher enters the room again, leaving you baffled.

“I’m not lying. ...I hate lies after all. Take a look at the blackboard. It’s still completely blank. ...See? The teacher’s going to start writing on it now.”

*Scribble scribble*

“The bell rang as well and above all...Nobody is paying attention to us. That proves time has been turned back and the same events are repeating itself.”

You seem confused.

“How, you ask? ...Fine, I’ll teach you. It’s strange how I got my hands on this, no?”

*Thud*

“I obtained this hourglass by pure coincidence during my last short trip to the Demon World. There’s magical energy stored inside, so it can rewind time a couple of hours. On top of that, the user has has full control over the memories of those affected. There’s several ways to enjoy it, don’t you think?”

You tell Kino you can’t comprehend. 

“Hm? You don’t understand? This time, I kept only our memories intact when I rewinded time. To further proof my point, you recall what happened earlier, don’t you? However! The other students don’t. ...Want to confirm it? Try and tell me what we were doing earlier.”

You get flustered.

“Don’t be so embarrassed. Come on, hurry.”

You admit to having your blood sucked. 

“Exactly. So, who was sucking blood from your arm?”

You reply.

“Mmh, mmh~ Right. It was me. And? How did I feed off you? And what kind of sounds did you make? I need to confirm these things, so be honest, okay?”

You hesitantly answer.

“Fufu~ Yes, good job. I’m proud of you for being able to tell me so accurately. Well, there you have it. No matter how much you embarrass yourself in public, as long as we have this hourglass to our disposal, we can manipulate time and people’s memories freely. In game terms, we can load up our preferred save file. What do you think? Bet you’re surprised?”

You nod. 

“Makes sense! ...I doubt these kind of things exist in the human world. ...I got my hand on such an interesting gadget so using this bad boy...I’ll make sure to play with you plenty today”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re blown off your feet! ...Well then, now how to use this~?”

*Cling*

“I guess I found yet another way to enjoy my school life? Fufufu...~!”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Open Coffin | Chapter 14: “Hello My Old Heart”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Warnings: fluff galore, splashes of angst here and there, canon divergence

Word count: 2873

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Your name: submit What is this?

The windows are stained with the remains of the storm that had rolled through in the late hours of the night.

Like the weather, your storm has calmed as well. The raging sea containing the nights spent alone, the hatred towards Klaus and bloodlust calmed to a soothing, smooth as a mirror ocean, where only the breeze forms tiny, patterned waves.

You feel your heart beating like it hasn´t for a hundred years, almost as if your heart is saying, “hello old friend, miss me?”

You cannot even begin to fathom it the warming feeling of tranquillity settling in your bones.

Neither can Kol as he traces his fingers over the delicate skin over your shoulder blades.

Your head is propped up on his chest, resting on your arm. Clothes are scattered on the safehouse´s smooth concrete flooring, leaving a trail to the enormous bed. You could barely keep your hands off each other when you finally found Mae´s safehouse.

Kol´s eyes are entirely focused on you, hanging on each constellation of words that come out of your mouth, puzzling together to moments he couldn´t experience with you. Still, he listens intently, his lips curved into a smile while you tell your tales.

“And that's how I came back here. Hunting your brother and a decoy. It was a mess.”

“Forget the diamond.” He says and you look at him with the most surprised look, making him laugh ”I´m here, we´re here and nothing comes close to paradise. Not even a life with Nik lying in a box.”

“So we´re just letting him get away with it?” You ask, more than curious about his sudden change of plans.

“No. We lie in wait, let him bask in safety - that's when we'll strike.”

“Stabbing him in the back, huh? Sounds dangerous and absolutely insane.” You say tracing your finger over his bare chest “ I love it.”

“I knew you would.”

“But enough about your brother. We can finally do whatever we want, let's not waste it with talking about him.”

“Whatever we want?” Kol raises an eyebrow “Then I want to do this” He tucks at your arm resting on his chest with care, pulling you into him. He plants kiss after kiss on your lips, melting into each one.

“I think we done that plenty.” You try to get out in between his mouth devouring yours.

“Don't tell me you're sick of me already?”

“Never in a million years.” You trace your fingers over his skin, the raindrops reflecting on it with the first light of the rising sun. He´is breathtakingly beautiful.

“What?” He asks, your persistent gazing awaking the butterflies in his stomach.

“You’re handsome”

He raises his eyebrow and you could swear there's the slightest blush on his cheeks. “Shouldn't I be the one complimenting you?”

“Hey, you deserve compliments too. Especially when you look so… luscious.”

“Luscious?” He chuckles.

“Luscious.” You lean in and he closes his eyes anticipating your lips on his, but you pull away as they're about to touch, rolling off the bed to grab Kol´s shirt on the floor. It's still the same shirt he wore back in 1914.

“You're evil ” Kol sighs in frustration.

“Or hungry. Probably both. No, definitely both.” You wink at him before disappearing out of the door, the scent of Kol´s shirt accompanying you the whole way.

Kol smiles, drops his head back on the pillow,  the realization of your reunion only now setting in, burning in his chest with such intensity he fears he´d combust any second.

He forgot how it felt being with you, and now that he finally experienced it again, he will never let go.

A few hours earlier at the Boarding House

Stefan's finger is hovering over your name on the bright screen of his phone, hesitant to gather the courage to call you. There's this tightness in his chest he can only interpret as guilt on how he handles things.

Yes, he is still angry, and yes he cannot believe that you are the cause of his and most of all, Elena´s suffering. But then again, your actions are no different than anything he or Damon have done in the past.

He brings his thumb down, then up again, then down once more before he gives up and throws the phone behind him, landing on his bed.

You probably would not have picked up anyway. Or at least that's how he rationalized it.

The sudden sound of Damon cursing loudly downstairs startles him, his interest peaked.

"What is this?" He asks as he approaches the filled table

“Not now, baby bro, I'm researching.”

The sheer amount of opened books and excessively hammering on the keyboard startle him. Damon is not the type to excessively do anything besides drink or throw sarcasm around. But researching? On his own? Never.

“Researching? You?” Stefan says, rounding the table.

"Ha! I found something.  Maeyra Cain, tried by the nine covens and sentenced to death by hanging in New Orleans in 1719. Yeah, obviously not true.” Damon scoffs “A delinquent witch, huh? Interesting.”

“Why are you googling Y/N´s friend?”

"First of all she's creepy, second of all, she shows up right when the original family ditch their coffins? A little suspicious don´t you think?"

“Don´t tell me you´re worried about Y/N´s safety.”

“I'm not.”

“Clearly.” Stefan points to the several books on the table.

“Shut up and get back to, I don´t know, grooming your hero hair. I have work to do. “ He waves him off but Stefan doesn´t budge.

“Damon. “

“What, Stefan?!”

"If you´re so worried about her why don't you talk to her?”

"Why don´t you?" He counters and takes Stefan´s following silence as agreement to the fact that he too is still holding a grudge  "Exactly. Now stop breathing down my neck."

Stefan leaves the room but looks back once to see Damon pick up his phone hovering over presumably your phone number as well.

The fact that Damon is worried about the company you keep is a very good sign he might come around in the end.

Maybe there's hope after all.

Y/N | Safe House

You didn't actually get to enjoy the much of your “meal” because Kol swept you off your feet, literally, which eventually resulted in slow dancing in the enormous kitchen, an old-tunes radio station softy playing in the background.

“Where do you want to go first?”You say, lifting your head that was nuzzled in his neck “Back to New Orleans or Rome, maybe Greece? Uh, we could start in New York, it´ll blow your mind!”

It's more than obvious how excited you are to show him the new world he has yet to experience. You haven't been that full of energy and tranquillity for centuries.

“Everywhere.” He says and rests his forehead against yours“As long as you're with me.”

“You think I´ll ever let you go again? No chance.” You shake your head “You´re stuck with me.”

“And there is not a single soul in this universe I´d rather be stuck with.” He says, “Just you and only you.”

As his whiskey eyes gaze into yours, the following truth surfaces that has been clear as day for a century: You are, and you will always be in love with Kol. And the most thrilling part about it, he will love you equally, come what may.

The annoyingly alerting sound of your phone that has been lying on the kitchen counter ever since you came back, tears through the magical moment and Kol jumps slightly, not used to sounds like this suddenly appearing.

“Sorry I forgot you’re not used to these things.” You turn around to get a hold of your phone as Kol´s arms already sick around you, his head resting on your shoulder. It seems that he still has to remind himself that your real.

That he's really here.

“It's Mae. She wants to meet both of us. Some kind of emergency.” You hoped you would have more time alone before the drama begins. But a promise is a promise, even if she forced it on you. That's just how she is.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He groans, annoyed by her interference.

“I know that you two didn't get off to the best start, and Mae is well...Mae, so I understand you might not be her biggest fan, but I trust her. And you trust me, right?”

“More than anyone.”

“Then trust me that I know that she's not here to hurt us, okay? Besides she's not that bad if you get to know her. Once you crack that shell of hers, you´ll like her as much as I do.”

“Okay. I will try to be….more considerate.”

“Good. Now, as much as I hate to say this, you should probably put a shirt on.”

What a shame indeed.

Mae said to meet at a diner on Route 20 that's leading through Mystic Falls.

“Is this proper attire in this century?” Kol asks looking down at his, in his eyes, modern clothing as he walks up the steps leading to the diner “Seems..informal.”

“That's the point. People don't usually wear suits anymore unless it's a special occasion.”

“Tell that to Elijah.” Kol snickers and opens the door for you, a gesture others might find strange in this day in age, but you always found it flattering.

“You want a booth?” The overly energetic waitress asks as the doorbell subsided after your entrance.

“Actually we're meeting someone.” You say looking around the packed diner “Dark hair, about yay high, looks like she wants to rip your throat out with her teeth?”

The waitresses welcoming smile drops, and she points down the long checkered-tiled hall “Last booth on the right.”

You finally spot her, flipping through the large menu on the table. She looks up as you approach the table,

“There you are!!  I went through the menu 4 times already. This diner sucks.” She says as you slide into the red leathered booth.

Kol follows behind, sighing, visibly uncomfortable by Mae´s presences. Something about her seems to rub him the wrong way. However, perhaps the century-long daggering made him only paranoid.

“Ain't happy to see me I take it?” Mae asks when she senses Kol´s discomfort.

“I don't like you.” He says bluntly. He can´t ignore how on edge he feels around her, almost the same intensity when he's around Klaus, which is almost hysterical because she couldn't actually hurt him in any way. Unlike his brother.

“So?” Mae scoffs without any emotional indication “I don't need you to like me, matter of fact, most people don´t.”

“Mae, just get to the point.” You interrupt, knowing she would give one of her speeches if you didn´t “What's going on? Why are we here?”

She slides over a white card, the word Invitation plated with gold on the front “Seems like mommy dearest decided to throw a party.  And she wants to talk to you.” Mae says as you flip the card, the words “I believe it's time we got formally introduced - Esther” scribbled on the back.

“To me, why? And how did you get this?” You ask as the waitress comes over but Mine just waves her away. She's never been very polite.

“Because believe it or not, I'm invited as well.” Mae flips another invitation on the table “Both of you invitations came with mine. As for why she wants to talk to you, well, it ain't good, that's for sure.”

“Let them have their pathetic party, we´re not setting foot in that house.” Kol throws slides the card back over the table, dismissing the idea to join his families gathering.

“Oh, no we're definitely going.” She and looks at you “ We had a deal, remember?”

“A deal?” Kol asks surprised, not knowing why you haven't mentioned it earlier.

“Look, I thought you would never come back so I agreed to help her before leaving town. We can still leave after this. One last hurrah, and we´re gone, okay? Besides, when have you ever declined a party invitation?

He didn´t. But this gathering isn't like any other. He fears the worst if his mother comes into contact with you. And he´ll be damned if he let anything happen to you.

“Fine, but if I hear more than a rumour about hers or my families intention, we´re leaving.”

“Just to ease that worried mind of yours,” Mae says, “you´re barking up the wrong tree here. You don't have to worry about my intentions. I´m on your side.”

“That remains to be seen,” Kol replies, staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes that usually makes his opponents blood run cold.

“Can we talk about the plan, please? You do have one, right?”

“Have you met me? I always have a plan. And this one is very simple.” Mae says and leans back “Esther already wishes to speak to you, so you need to tell me everything she says. “

“And you care, why?” Kol asks, not sure why she wouldn't be interested in what his mother had to say.

“My interest is irrelevant. I´m here to keep that coffin of yours open and empty, and to ensure that no harm befalls you two or your family.”

“But why?” You broach the subject again ”Why do you care about Esther's scheme? IF she's even planning one. It's not like it personally affects you.”

“It does. It affects all of us. I heard that her lacky Finn was spotted gathering supplies for a spell and considering she´s one, one of the most powerful witches alive and second, a Mikaelson has me suspicious.” “No offense.” She says and briefly looks at Kol “I rather know what she's up to than remaining clueless.”

“Whatever my mother is planning, she won't succeed.” Kol states “Not a spell nor a reunion.”

“We'll see, won't we? Anyway, you know what to do. Go get dressed up; there´s plenty of clothing back in the house. I need to get out of this greasy dump.” She tucks the menu back into the holder “See you later.”

You and Kol look at each other, knowing that your plans to leave town just got postponed for at least an evening. An evening in the lion's den once more, this time with a pride of them in one house.

It´s gonna be one hell of an evening, one way or another.

The foyer of the Mikaelson Mansion is already packed with waiting and chatting people reaching all the way to the large closed double swing door. There´s champagne everywhere, as are decorations, typical to a Mikaelson party.

“I already loathe this.” Kol mumbles, followed by a deep exhale.

He scans the room quickly before he spots Mayor Lockwood talking to Damon. He recognized her from a picture you showed through the quick briefing back at the house.

 “Mayor Lockwood. We haven't formally met.” He takes her hand and plants a kiss on her hand to impress her “Kol Mikaelson. I hope your lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it.”

Damon holds out his hand as well, pretending they haven't met already “Damon Salvatore. Have we met?”

Kol looks at his hand and but doesn't shake it and rather intertwined it with yours instead “I've met a lot of people. And you don't particularly stand out.” He fakes a smile and brushes past him, their shoulders colliding.

“Did you see his face?” You chuckle, covering up the fact that Damon didn't even acknowledge you, nor addressed you back there. He seemed even more distant than usual.

You walk further into the reception area, arms intertwined as Mae steps out of the shadows like she usually does “Whew! You two look sharp I like it!”

“You cleaned yourself up nicely as well.”

“To be honest, I'd rather wear boots under this dress, but one needs to blend in once in a while, right?”   “Or not”

You follow her gaze and immediately roll them at the sight of Elena, wearing the most enormous ball gown in the room “What the hell is she doing here?”

“Oh, this is gonna get interesting.”Mae smiles feeling the drama already rising, just how she likes it.

It will be interesting indeed. However interesting might be the understatement of the century in this case.

A/N: I had severe trouble with this chapter, out whatever reason, so if anything feels rushed, out of place or whatever that might be the reason. HOWEVER I am so excited for the next one.  The Mikaelson ball is one of my favorite episodes, hopefully the next chapter will do the original episode justice. 

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Give me some Sugar ( Daddy)

Park Jimin / OC

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2/ Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

I woke up with my face smashed down into a velvet soft pillow, cheeks slightly damp from where I’d apparently drroled into the pretty fabric. Mortified, i wiped at my face with the back of my hand, blinking around groggily. The drapes across the huge bay windows had been pulled shut, and in the dimly dark room, it wnas impossible to tell how early or how late it was. 

Still a little disoriented, I sat up slowly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, the soft, downy mattress sinking down under my weight , the furry carpet tickling my bare foot as i stood up. 

Jimin wasn’t there but he had clearly slept with me, the messed sheets a clear sign . I was wearing my own nightdress a calf length white cotton thing that was a negative 45 on the seductive scale. Grimacing a bit, I moved to the drapes, fumbling with the small remote that controlled the curtains.

I was unprepared for how high the sun was int he sky, snshine spilling into the room like a bucket of liquid gold, drenching me pleasantly. 

I glanced at the small clock on the nightstand, only to get a heart attack when I saw what time it was.

1.45 PM.

I’d slept close to fifteen hours! 

No wonder Jimin wasn’t there. I was surprised he hadn’t even bothered to wake me up. I was supposed to present in at least two of my classes today, turn in a paper and my sister had texted last night about having lunch which apparently i had slept through. i remembered how she had sounded yesterday, the slightly upset, slightly annoyed tone of a teenager who didn’t know how to express herself and i felt worse. 

It didn’t matter what i got tangled in, i had to prioritize her. 

Stunned, I stumbled, trying to get my head on straight as I moved to the living space. The smell of something delicious made me look up and then my mind froze completely when i saw my sister sitting on the counter-part, happily laughing while Jimin tossed noodles in a pan.

“... And that was the last time Yoongi hyung wore those pants int he dorm.”  He finished and my sister laughed harder, turning around and brightening up at the sight of me. 

“Unnie!! why didn’t you tell me you met Jimin oppa?!” She said with a wide grin and I tried to process what i was seeing. 

“I was just telling how I had to pick you up to explain about her scholarship’s details.” He said smoothly, smiling as he stood there, flawless in a proper white button down and skinny black jeans. His hair was messed and slightly wet and I swallowed, turning to my siter in confusion. 

“What... How did you even get here?” I said confused and mildly terrified and she laughed. 

“i’ve been calling you all afternoon and then Jimin told me that he’d met up with you in the morning and that you weren’t well so he offered to let you rest here in his apartment... “ She turned to jimin...” Oppa you shouldn’t be so naive, inviting everyone to your apartment.” 

I couldn’t bring myself to even look at Jimin. 

“I’m sorry about that.. I just.. i guess i was more tired than i thought. I didn’t mean to over sleep...” I whispered and she shrugged.

“We’re still on for dinner though right? I want to take mom along too. She hasn’t been out of the house in ages and I think she’s almost forgotten what you look like...” 

I smiled weakly and Jimin stayed quiet, humming a little as he tossed some vegetables into a wok, the fresh veggies spluttering against the oil and filling the house with a delicious smell. 

“Uh... I’ll just.. I mean, I was planning on...” i stared rather desperately at Jimin kicking myself for not asking him the previous day. Did he have any plans for tonight? Did he want me to go out with him? Could I go out with my sister? 

But Jimin wouldn’t even look at me and i turned back to my sister in a little bit of panic, trying to smile.

“What’s wrong? It’s after seven? Did you pick up an extra shift at the shelter?” She frowned .

grateful foir the out, I quickly latched on. 

“Yes. I mean... I had earlier but i can talk to Mr. Chen and get it put off to later.” i said swiftly.

She smiled happily. 

“okay, then we’ll talk tonight. I already had food by the way... Jimin oppa treated me to jjajang-myeon at the restaurant where we were supposed to meet.’ She said, shooting heart-eyes at him. Jimin grinned and gave her a hi-five, now busy plating the noodles.

“Your cab’s already here, Ji Soo.” He said brightly and my sister leapt off the counter giving me a quick hug before moving out. 

“I’ll see you around, Jimin ssi..” She bowed politely before waving to me. 

I waited for the door to close before turning to him quickly.

“I’m so sorry Jimin!! I swear, i didn’t mean to...”

He held his hands up .

“Did you brush your teeth?” He said swiftly and i stopped, blinking.

“Uh.. yes?”

“Good... Come here and take a seat. let’s get some food inside you first. You’re too skinny as it is, i don’t want you fainting away on my watch.” He grinned, pulling a chair out of the cozy two-seater dining table and I flushed, moving slowly to sit there. He had already set the table, a small cut-glass vase with a large purple amaryllis bloom in clear water. 

I smiled as he placed a plate of noodles in front of me before pouring me a glass of water. i waited till he’d settled as well before holding a hand out. He linked his fingers with mine at once and I felt dangerously grounded, dangerously comforted by his touch. Dangerously dependant. Like my body had somehow come to rely on the little physical gestures of affection that he was so generous with. 

“What’s wrong?” He said softly.

“I’m sorry for inconveniencing you like th-”

“Please. I don’t want you to ever apolo0gize to me ovber things like this. It’s my fault actually. I didn’t realize at ll, that I was keeping you from your family. I didn’t even ask you if it’s hard for you to be apart from them.” 

I shook my head.

“It’s not that...my mother... she’s a bit forgetful and she needs a lot of care . she’s used to having me around and -”

“You’re still a student, though. Y/N.” He said gently. “ I know you’ve been dealt with difficult circumstances but... I’d rather help take off a bit of that load, than add to it.”

I didn’t respond at once, glancing down at my food.

“Did you suggest my sister moving to Busan?” I asked tentatively after we’d been eating for a few minutes. 

He sighed deeply.

“It is my apartment.” He admitted softly. “ The caretaker is a distant cousin of mine. She’s a certified nurse by the way. She offered to stay with your mother and take care of her...” 

“Offered?” i said bleakly.

He shrugged.

“In a way. I’m paying her of course but-”

“Jimin , I can’t... It’s too much. you’ve already done a lot for me and...”

and what’s going to happen when you leave? If I let you inside every single part of my life, what am I going to do when you walk out?

“Y/N, I can’t in good conscience just let your mother stay here alone. And ypou’re already repaying me, aren’t you...?”

“Am I?” I said nervously.

He frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just , you’re spending so much on me .... and in return, i don’t.. i’m not... Am I even worth that?” I said rather hysterically and he just stared at me.

“Baby....”

“It’s been three weeks?” I stuttered out nervously. “ We haven’t even... you haven’t even taken your shirt off and I...”

“I can take it off right now...” He grinned reaching for the button .

I shook my head.

“You know what i mean...” i said nervously.

Jimin smiled. 

“i do. you’re afraid that I’m just going to give, give, give and not take anything from you in return? “ He shook his head.

“something like that...” I said weakly. 

”Don’t worry. my intentions for you are not noble in any way, if that’s what’s scaring you. I’m definitely going to collect. “ He smiled pleasantly, reaching out and pouring me some more wine, tossing in a wink for good measure.

Momentarily stunned, i just stared at him.

“But like I said, i want it on my terms. I want a proper relationship Y/N. And in a proper relationship , i doubt that two dates mean we should start going at it like rabbits.” He said firmly and I sunk down. 

He laughed.

“Don’t look so dejected. it’s merely a rain check. What’s wrong baby, are you just worried about me spoiling you or are you genuinely just in need of a good dicking?” He grinned.

I gasped, outraged at his choice of words. 

“I’m not .... that’s not what I...!”

“there’s no shame in wanting sex, so don’t look so horrified.” He said mildly. 

Certain that my ears were tomato red, I went back to my food. 

“Also, you’re free to have a social life of your own... “ He said firmly, holding his chopsticks out, “ You don’t need my approval to go anywhere. So before you ask, you can go meet your mother anytime you want.”

I stared at him, somehow feeling more confused than ever about everything.

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“Stop looking so nervous.” My sister said firmly as I tried to fix my hair a bit more. It looked okay, but when i turned, there was this single strand that tried to stick too much to my cheeks and I -

“You look perfect. Why are you so worried anyway? it’s not like you’re going on a date! Jimin ssi was kind enough to make a reservation for us and you won’t even let us be on time ” She whined. 

i flushed. 

“It’s an expensive hotel.” I said petulantly, remembering the one time Jimin had taken me there for our first dinner together. He had made me wear that expensive black dress and I remembered how posh the other patrons had looked

My sister looked nice in her printed white gown , hair threaded with cute ribbons, but she was young. My mother was wearing her best suit too and I’d just worn the dress that Seulgi had made for the event. it looked a little ridiculous with the draped shawl over it and i’d made the mistake of just cutting out the overlay.

Now, I was bare-shouldered with a deep neck and trying to cover all that skin with my hair. 

“You look nice, unnie!! We’ll be late!! Come on!!” She bounced on her feet and i felt a sudden, outburst of love for my little sister. She was the greatest source of happiness in my life. 

She looked grown up , in her big-girl gown and her muted make-up and i felt a pang of bittersweet emotions. She was growing older, growing out of her childhood. Soon she would have a life of her own and i would just be.... alone. 

All my life , I’d had just one thought , For ji Soo...study well for jisoo....work hard for jisoo.... everything and anything for my baby sister.

“i love you, Ji Soo..” i said impulsively and she frowned.

“What?”

i shook my head.

“Just wanted to tell you that.” 

She rolled her eyes in typical teenage fashion.

“now is not the time.... Come on, i told Jae Hwan i’ll tell him all about the dinner tonight and i don’t want to miss out on it!!” 

i laughed and nodded, quickly grabbing my hand bag and following her out of the  room. 

once we climbed into the cab , she dropped her head onto my shoulder, lightly squeezing my knee. 

“i love you more.” She whispered softly and I pretended not to notice the sparkle of wetness in her eyes. 

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“I think he really likes you by the way...” My sister said softly, licking her dessert spoon. i rolled my eyes. 

“you think every guy i meet likes me.” i laughed.

“Well, they should. You’re beautiful. my beautiful babies.” My mother said fondly, going over the menu for the tenth time. i gave her a fond smile before turning back to my sister.

“Besides, you do realize who he is. He’s an idol. He’s the lead singer in BTS He’s not going to fall in love with a poor college student.” i said softly. 

My sister made a noise of impatience.

“He has said a billion times on air that he would never marry a celebrity. He wants someone non-famous.” She smiled and I  shook my head.

“did you go stalk him on youtube again?” I teased and she scoffed.

“Who wouldn’t? i still can’t believe he liked my dancing. It’s too bad that he’s like fifteen years older than me...” she giggled. 

I gasped, affronted.

“He’s not...why would you even say that!! He’s twenty seven and two weeks old.!!” 

My sister laughed some more.

“Who’s the stalker now?” She teased before glancing over at one of the side hallways. “ i need to use the rest room. is it that way?” She asked softly. 

i nodded.

“you want me to come along?” I asked and she shook her head quickly.

“No... i’ll be back in five.” 

i watched her leave, feeling fond and happy and my mother gripped my wrist.

“You’ve been so good to her. She’s so happy.” She whispered and I laughed. 

“You’ll be able to see her happier, mum. She’s finally got that scholarship. “

“Ahh...has she?” My mother smiled wide and surprised. 

“Yes. You’ll be moving to Busan with her. She’ll take good care of you and become a really successful dancer and-”

“And you. Who is this young man, Jimin?” She whispered .

i startled, staring at her.

“Mother...”

“did he really help ji Soo? And you too?” She smiled. 

“Yes...” i said softly, trying not to think about the agreement I’d signed. 

“It’s good. about time someone else took care of you...” She smiled some more. 

i smiled and then glanced back at the rest room, feeling a little curious. it was a little past five minutes now. 

Where was Ji Soo? 

I waited another five minutes before feeling the first vestiges of worry.

“Mother...just stay here... i’ll be back alright...” I whispered softly before signalling for the waiter.

“This is my mom...she’s a little unwell, please just stay with her for a while...” i said urgently, my heart brginning to pound steadily. i walked swiftly down the corridor to the huge oak door that led to the ladies’ room. 

I covered the last few steps in a run, wrenching the door open, my entire body shaking with worry. 

it was empty.

“Ji Soo?” i called out horrified. A muffled groan from one of the stalls made my hackles rise and without thinking I banged on the door...

“unnie..help!!! .!” My sister’s distressed voice came from inside and i felt my heart jump into my throat in terror as her voice got cut off. 

The door crashed open and i stumbled, ankle twisting on my heels as i tripped. pain shot up my leg and i stared in disbelief as two men stared down at me, one of them with his palm on her mouth, cutting off her choked cries while the other had his hands up her skirt.

Something primal reared inside me and i felt my vision blank out in sheer fury, adrenaline filling my veins as I screamed so loud my ears rang.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!!” 

I lunged forward, pain forgotten as I wrapped my around the guys neck, hanging on till he began choking. But he was built like a wall and he moved away easily , whipping around and slapping me hard across my face. 

But a second later, people were running in, having no doubt heard the commotion. I stood still for a second, my vision blurry and face burning , barely able to stay upright as my sister fell into my arms, sobbing. 

“i wanna go home...let’s go home...” She was whimpering and I stroked her back, trying to soothe her. 

“Ma’am ...we’re so sorry...please... If you’d like to contact the authorities...” 

i shook my head.

“No... I please... just... “ i swallowed, still a little shaken. “ I need to get my sister home...” 

Ji Soo wouldn’t stop shaking till late into the night and I felt awful. 

 i should have gone with her. she’s still a young girl... How could i have just let that happen to her? And what was I doing, sending her to Busan? What if something happened to her there.... and...

It was a long while before I could fall asleep.

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“You didn’t pick my calls last night, is everything okay, sweetheart?” jimin sounded concerned as I spoke to him over the phone, standing in front of the mirror in my room. 

I hadn’t noticed it the previous night but the man had hit me hard enough to leave a bruise on my cheek and a small split in my lip. I rubbed my thumb across the darkened blood there, wincing at the sting. 

“Everything’s good... i just... I was hoping if I could take a rain-check on meeting your friends today?” I asked softly, grimacing at how the bruise had somehow turned darker over night.

“What’s wrong?” he said at once and I felt nervous, not sure how to deflect.

“Nothing.. i’m just a little tired and i have some essays to catch up on...”

“Where are you? i’m coming to pick you up...”

“No!! jimin listen, I just...”

“You can work on your assignments at home. I set up a study room for you last week , remember?” 

I bit my lips .

“Jimin...”

“it’s alright if you don’t want to meet my friends. You’re certainly meeting me.”

“So I don’t have a choice anymore?” i retorted and he went quiet.

“Y/N.... I just want to see you. You seem off. something’s wrong and you’re hiding it from me and I don’t like it...” He hung up. 

i stared at the phone for a second. 

Was he that upset? Oh God, had I said something offensive? 

My phone buzzed again and i jumped a bit as i stared at the screen. 

A video call. 

Flinching, I knew that there was no escaping. Maybe he wouldn’t notice? 

“Hi...” I said weakly as his face came into focus.

He stared at me for a second, gaze fixing on my lips and then on the curve of my cheek.

“You’re hurt.” He said thoughtfully. 

I swallowed. 

“It’s nothing...but ... I think it may be a couple of days before it fades. I don’t want to ...show up like this...” i laughed a little. 

“Who?” 

“It was just an accident , I didn’t...”

“That’s not what i asked. Who did it?”

“I don’t know...”

“You don’t know..”

“it was some guy in the restaurant...last night...”

“Wait, in my restaurant...”

i felt my jaw drop.

“That’s  your  restaurant?” 

He ignored my question .

“Did you report him?” 

“No, I didn’t... Ji Soo was really distraught and i just wanted to get her home..”

“Ji Soo, what did she have to do with it?”

In the end i ended up telling him everything, because if it was his restaurant, he likely would learn it from his employees anyway. 

Jimin stayed quiet for sometime and then hummed.

“okay. Take a few days to yourself, Y/N. I’ve arranged for a cab to drive you and your family down to Busan this weekend. Go help your mom and sis settle down and spend a few days with them. I’ll meet you again on Thursday next week once you get back, how does that sound?” He said kindly.

I hesitated.

“I’m sorry .” i said quietly.

“What did i tell you about apologizing? You should talk to your professors about taking a break.... “ his voice softened a bit. “ I’ll miss you angel.”

I smiled a little at that. 

“if anyone here is being an angel, it certainly isn’t me.” i said honestly and he laughed.

“I’m a fairy.” He sang playfully. 

Yes you are. 

 Jimin. 

i lov-

The words just bloomed inside my heart without any warning and I momentarily lost my thought process. 

Where on earth had that even come from?

After he hung up, I stared at myself, heart still pounding faintly.

Not love as in love.I told myself firmly. Love as in affection. Friendship. The way I loved Ji Soo or my friends. 

Platonic love.

That was a thing right?

platonic love. 

I touched the bruise again and this time the sting had faded. Jimin just made everything better. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi and Namjoon leaned against the couch, watching Jimin pace the room. 

“I hate when he gets like this.” Taehyung commented mildly, from where he was on the floor, wrapped around the maknae like a python. After about seventeen shouts of , “stop being indecent in the common area” , Seokjin had given up on the pair, eyes merely twitching once in a while, when jung Kook’s fingers slipped down Taehyung’s jeans or Tae’s fingers fluttered over the other’s abs. 

“Is she really that special? “ Jung Kook scoffed, eyes glued on his gaming console, but annoyance evident in his perfect features. “ So, some guy got frisky with her in a hotel... it happens even with Taehyung for fuck’s sake. Remeber in our last concert in Jeju do? Some men are douche canoes and there isn’t anything you can do about it. “

“Well, if i remember right, you broke that particular douche canoe’s fingers jung kook.” Hoseok muttered drily from where he was helping Seokjin with folding the laundry, and Taehyung grinned.

“My knight in shining armor.” He kissed the top of Jung Kook’s head. 

“He bruised her.” Jimin whispered. “gave her a split lip.”

Yoongi grimaced.

“Fucker should be in jail.”

“He’s the third son of that pharma CEO we met last week. Him and his friend were the ones who did it. i’m just thinking of a way to break every single bone in his body without having it traced back to us.” Jimin whispered. 

“Does your pretty princess know you’re so blood thirsty on the inside? Bet you’re a perfect gentle man around her. “ Namjoon teased. 

Jimin rolled his eyes.

“I’m not blood thirsty. If the fucker thinks its okay to come into my place and beat up a girl,  any girl.... he needs to be put in his place. it’s not about her. She’s just.... like anyone else.”

Seokjin groaned. 

“You and your arrangements!” He rolled his eyes.” i still can’t believe that every six months you find a poor, naive soul to play along with your twisted ideas of a relationship. “

“i don’t know... i think jiminie may be onto something... girls these days...not worth the drama they come wrapped in, i tell you...” yoongi shook his head . 

“What do you want to do, jiminie...” Tae finally pulled away from jung Kook, moving over to hug his best friend. Jimin smiled, indulging his clingy best friend but his mind was still elsewhere.

“I want to punch his fucking face in..” Jimin said mildly. “ But i doubt that’s going to make a difference. I’m thinking something else entirely. He’s got a few gaming debts with that gang down in gwacheon ... maybe I should send someone to collect. That boss down there’s a fan of Tae i remember.”

Jung kook looked up.

“Kepp my baby out of it...hyung..” He growled and Taehyung glared at him.

“pipe down , papa bear. i’ll talk to him if you want jimin.” He said kindly. “ Just stop looking so worried all the time.”

“He’s going to end up face down in the Han river and he probably wont even know why...” Namjoon said thoughtfully.

Jimin smiled. 

“oh, he’ll know. He’ll know that the minute he decided to grope a sixteen year old kid, he lost all fucking rights to live.” 

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WHAT I SEE ll SEUNGRI ll PART 6

What  I See : Part 6

BigBang : Seungri

Pairing : Seungri x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1.2 k +

Summary: Seungri only sees the reader as a walking disaster. But the reader sees him as her night in shining armor.

Chapter 6

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Seungri attempted to work out the multitude of kinks giving him pain. "I don't want to be here," he grumbled to the other members surrounding him.  

Daesung laughed. "Well, it's a bit too late to say that. You love concerts. Once you're onstage, you'll feel better."  

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, cause telling me that will totally change how I feel."

Frowning, he turned his attention to the empty stage. The opening act had finished minutes before, and it was about set for their own entrance.  

"Cheer up, my bro," Seunghyun commented with a pat to Seungri's shoulder.

Jiyong took his place in-front of the others and chimed in, "Life is good, maknae."

Yongbae rolled his eyes dramatically. "Is he still moping about (Y/N)? I'm telling you, when she was on vacation, he had the most adorable little intern."

It was Jiyong's turn to roll his eyes. "You say that about anything that’s shy and looks like it needs help."  

"You say that like it's a flaw."  

Seungri took a deep breath as the music started. Despite the others distracting him, he couldn't help but notice one missing presence.  

You weren't waiting yet in your spot. Your frame wasn't bouncing in the corner, water bottle clutched to your chest.  

She'll be here. She's never missed a concert.  

The cue sounded, and Seungri forced his feet to him out to his place on stage.

The first song passed, and he'd caught himself looking towards your place in the wings more often than he should have.  

You weren't waiting for him. You weren't there clutching his water bottle, slightly moving to the music.

You weren't there.  

He gave you another song to appear. Hoping at the end of it that he'd find you in your spot. It was twenty minutes in when he finally realized it.  

She's not coming.  

You watched from the tv in a waiting room as Seungri gulped and stopped singing. He stared, wide eyed, towards the side of the stage.  

He was deaf to the noise around him. The screams of the crowd, gone. The music, gone. The mic in his ear asking if he was okay, completely mute.  

Where is she?

She isn't coming.

I did it.

I ruined it.

I can't fix us.

He'd never see you in the stage wings again. You wouldn't follow him around anymore.

It was then that he had the epiphany. It was so stupid. So ridiculous that it took him to come to this exact moment, to realize he loved you. The everything he’d done, wasn’t because you annoyed him, but rather because he loved you, and was afraid of you. Of the power you had over him.  

I'm alone.

His breathe caught in his throat, sticking and choking him. The mic gave a shriek of protest as it landed against the ground as his hands clasped over his mouth and nose to prevent the harsh rasps from escaping. His arms drew into his sides, making him appear thinner than he was. Legs giving out, he fell into a desolate kneeling position on the ground. Face towards the floor, his shoulders shook from the encompassing weight of fear, his whole body caving in from his grief.

He could only think your name. He was practically screaming it in his mind.

(Y/N), please.

Where are you?

…

I need you.

...I love you.

Your hands flew to capture the gasp that left you as Seungri fell. "He can't breathe." Your own breaths escalated. "He can't breathe!"  

Your body shook, but you managed to make your way to the door and open it. The manager nearly ran you down in his mission to retrieve Seungri from the stage. "Get him off! Get him off the stage!" he shouted into the ear piece he wore for every concert.  

"What can I do?" you called, running after him, heart hammering in your throat.  

"I don't know! I don't know! What do you do for someone having a panic attack?" He looked like he was about to tear his hair out. "Go back into the waiting room and wait for us! I don't want anyone but me and the boys going into that room! Got it?"

You nodded once before pulling out your phone to tell security to guard the door.

Seungri barely noticed Seunghyun and Taeyang's arms wrapping around him, lifting him from the floor. He was too concentrated on getting his breathing under control.

He barely registered Daesung's voice behind him. "Come on buddy, let's get you backstage."    

The manager came to run beside them, looking Seungri over as he guided them towards the waiting room. "Get him there. (Y/N) is expecting him. Security is guarding the door. No one's going in, except for us."  

Seungri drew in a breath at the sound of your name. "(Y/N)," he coughed. "She's here?"  

He received strange looks from those surrounding him. "She wouldn't miss it..." he whispered.  

Reaching the room, Manager opened the door and shuffled Seungri inside.

All he saw was you.  

He walked into you, catching you off balance and forcing you to wrap your arms around him. He lay his forehead against your shoulder and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep his staggering breaths in.  

Humming to him, you rubbed a hand across his back lightly, hoping it would stifle his shuddering in your arms.

His eyes stung from unshed tears. Shaking his head, he managed to croaked out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You weren't there. I couldn't stop thinking, what if the concert I kissed you at was the last? What if it was the last one you waited for me at?" He took another shaky breath. "And I didn't appreciate it."

Everyone else in the room was silent, feeling like voyeurs witnessing something that should be private.  

"Out! Out, out out!" Jiyong hissed in a subdued volume. He made a shooing motion with his hands, pushing the manager and the three other members from the room.  

"Are you okay?" you asked once alone.  

"No." Your shoulder muffled the sound of his words. "You weren't there."  

"I was here the whole time. I was watching."  

"But you weren't in the wings! I couldn't see you."  

You pushed him away, just enough to look into his face. "You didn't need me there. The interns are taking over water duty. You would have been fine without me."

His eyes stared into your own, hypnotizing you in a way that prevented you from looking anywhere else. "I need you. I always need you. Haven't you noticed? I’m worthless without you."  

Biting your lip, you tore your gaze from his. "You're fine without me. You always have been. You don't even like me."

"I'm a fucking liar."  

Your mouth opened with a rebuttal, but any words you'd been planning to speak aloud were captured by Seungri's lips against your own.  

Your hands turned to fists and you tried to place them between you two, to put distance. His lips parted from you for a single breath to shake his head at your actions before sealing himself to you again. His arms tightened, pulling you flush against his body, and you melted.  

With you completely pliable in his arms, he pulled away. "I'm a liar because I fell in love with you the day I followed you to the hospital. When you thought I was that damn dog of yours, I fell."

Tears prickled at your eyes. You refused to meet his, hoping he wouldn't notice the wetness. "You hated me."  

Pressing his forehead to your own, he slightly moved it side to side. "I hated myself. I couldn't be with you, because I knew I'd disappoint you." He took a shaky breath, obviously still feeling the effects of his panic attack. "I couldn't watch your faith in me die."  

You sighed and burrowed closer to him. "Seungri, I don't know what I'm supposed to say."  

"Say you'll be mine."  

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5, 9, and 24

Warning, I get SUPER salty below. Read at risk.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?LL: N/vrina is almost, if not basically, there. I'm sick or Stans™ body shaming and slut shamming characters and being so hypocritical about other ships when theirs has two weeks of development. Any and all John + any female ship besides Jix at this point are all there. Some of the brats I've tried to talk to on Insta or gotten anon hate from are among this category. I'm over compulsive heterosexual ships built on nothing except a poorly written parallel and the fact that their genitals are differing Kids who can't handle their insecurities need to be checked since they go after people who don't like their ship and harass content creators. Sorry your toxic hetero romance literally is told through just two people kissing each other once and a while and my ships are built on deep diving context clues from a cringe fest. I feel like the fandom outside of Tumblr refuses to have conversations about ships outside of heterosexuality and canon, esp. with N/vrina, and I can’t deal. Others: M/riA/i from TH is definitely there. M/miN/e too, C/exa Stans™ and B/cho itself once and a while make me actually scream outloud at the 100, and then R/wanA/lin Stans™ who attack opposite opinions make me never want to touch the ship, not like I was a fan of it to begin with. 9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?LL: This answer used to be Nine but there *are* things about Nine I do still like, he irritates me to all hell but I do see the nuggets of him trying to change in G1 along with the shards that he is mentally not ok and has yet to realize that. Body shaming and his assault squad in the fandom, however, means I still don't love or really like him too much. I'm completely turned off from Marina as of late tho with the reemergence of those ship Stans and these new kids who recycle garbage Five hate rants from two years ago as content to garner followers and attention online. She goes in a dark, icy character arc after Eight, her boyfriend of two weeks, dies and it's fine for her to be cold and hurt someone but according to her annoying ass fanbase John isn't allowed to have negative character development when he loses his first real girlfriend of 10 months. Plus the "EWW HE KISSED TWO PEOPLE, I HATE HIM XDDDD" comments are irrelevant because John kisses Six when he thought Sarah betrayed him and sold him out to federal operatives. I've also been in relationships that fell through emotionally and times in my current relationship where things got so casual that I was scared the relationship was finishing while my friendship with another person was growing; emotions are messy and sometimes everything feels like it falls into place at once with someone else, humans and human inspired creators want to love. Also, while we as a collective acknowledge that this scene didn't actually happen or that nothing came of it, Marina is the one who kisses John. He makes no moves and no immediate assumptions until she smiles at him. Take your shit up with your straight white fave and her garbage writing staff, in sick of the same two opinions in this fandom.Others: I don’t like Rowboat Wifebeater in the absolute slightest because he has no redeeming qualities. I don’t like book!Jace at all, and I never liked Malfoy. I don’t like most of t he new Touhou characters either, woops. I lost a lot of interest in TH. 24. Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?LL - Rent it but don't follow it too closely. It can be a cringe mess if you read too much into the actual events of the book.TDM - Whole heartedly.RQ - Cal Fieri is all you need to know tbh.TH - Yes, pretty character designs, challenging levels, and dope music.PKMN - Pls.SH - Watch the show then rent the books. I've become very detached to the books because it's one of only a few cases I've been unable to separate the author from their work.ACOTAR - Rent it and read it very critically.AFTG - How. Haven't you. Done this yet.OMGCP - HOW HAVENT YOU READ THIS YET IF YOU FOLLOW ME??????? God dammit, do it. What are you waiting for.

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