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miraeluc · 3 years

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you’re suffering alone

prompt: “kageyama knows you as his little ray of sunshine, but what does he do when he finds out how you really feel?”

pairing: kageyama x female! reader

word count: 3k

warnings: MAJOR tw!!! depression, again major tw self harm, reader cries a lot when kageyama finds out, reader’s mom is dead lol i went all out

genre: fluff, angst

you were always their little ray of sunshine

when you first joined the school a year ago and introduced yourself all excitedly

hinata ran to tanaka after that class

“we need to convince her to be our manager!!!!”

tanaka was down lol

it didn’t take long to convince you, you were looking for extracurricular activities to engage in anyway

the conversation went a bit like this

“y/n-san! do you want to be karasuno’s volleyball team manager?”

“sure!”

“we swear it- did you just say yes?”

“...yes”

cue tanaka and hinata screaming

after you became their manager it didn’t take you and kageyama too long to fall in love either

he adored the good vibes you brought with in any room you stepped in and you enjoyed the calmness that came with him (except when hinata’s around to annoy him, pretty boy radiates ᵃⁿᵍʸ energy then lol)

poor boy didn’t know that what he felt towards you until he had the whole team screaming at him to ask you out

so he did

and so you ended up here, 10 months into dating kageyama and 12 months into being karasuno’s manager along with kiyoko and hitoka

everyone found it a little weird that you were always the one to stay the longest out of everyone, but everyone assumed it was just because you genuinely enjoyed being there

which you did, don’t get me wrong

that just wasn’t the only reason.

no one actually knew why you had changed schools in the middle of the year

every time someone asked you pushed it off, claiming your old school just wasn’t working out and started babbling about how much you love being at this school and how glad you are to have found real friends like them

“time for a break, i brought food!!”

you held the bags of food up, getting tackled in a gross sweaty hug by nishinoya

“it’s like you heard my stomach calling out for you, y/n!!! you’re my saviour!!!”

you immediately laughed

“i know, noya, now get off, you’re sweaty” you cringed a little and he got off, a little offended but he quickly forgot about it and snatched the bags

you were all sat on the ground, everyone eating quietly when hinata started complaining about his mother nagging him to focus a little more on studying

that’s how everyone started talking about their mothers, somehow everyone having a little to complain about

“what ‘bout you, y/n? you have nothing to remark about your mom like our little crybabies here?” daichi looked at you

everyone whined at that,, “we’re not babies!!”

you tensed up at the question before relaxing and smiling

“nope! my mom is perfect.” you giggled

“woah, i wish!! you need to introduce me to your mom, y/n!!”

noya was very invested in your mom being perfect, lol

you see

kageyama here is very observant, whether it be on the court or just, well, people in general

he saw you tense up for that split-second, not pressing it further

he knows you most likely aren’t ready to talk about it

now that he thinks about it, you never talk about your family

he’d love to know but he understands that you’ll come to him when you’re ready to tell him and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by nagging you about it

“i’ll introduce you to her, noya” you giggled

his face lit up and he nodded before the topic changed again and you could now also speak to them about how annoying and hard math class is

fr tho i hate math

after they were done eating no one could move anymore, let alone practice

hinata tried

keyword tried

he threw up....

no one else even wanted to practice after that - opting to clean up and end practice for today instead

“kageyama, ill head out a bit early today, i’ve got some stuff to do” you said

you startled the shit out of him because he was just bringing the last volleyball to the cart

“HO- oh.” he stopped himself from screaming and turned to you

“alright, just take care..” he mumbled, ruffling your hair which made you whine and fix it

you hate when he does that

he thinks your reaction is adorable

you scoffed and pulled him down to your height to plant a little kiss on his cheek

he blushed, pda isnt for him

you loved his soft side so much

nonetheless he smiled at you and straightened up again

“call me if anything happens” he cleared his throat

baby was a little awkward with stuff like this

you didn’t mind though

you nodded and smiled “will do!”

and off you were lol

hinata then popped up infront of kageyama

“what’d you do to her!?!?!?! she never leaves early!!!!!!!”

kageyama pushed him away by the head

“she just has stuff to do, shut up.”

“hey, mom..” you smiled lightly as you sat down

“nishinoya is really looking forward to meeting you! the whole team asked about you today.. today was an ok day, i was pretty distracted all day so i didn’t have the time to feel sad again.”

...

you sighed

“but, you know, it’s been getting harder lately. it seems that getting out of bed to get to school is getting harder.. i love making everyone happy, but it’s hard being the provider and never getting something in return. sometimes, when things get hard, i just want to drop everything. i want to stop acting so bubbly and happy, but i know you wouldn’t want me to lose my smile.”

you stood up

“i’ll get going then, i love you.”

you placed the flowers down on the grave before you, staring down at it with a sad smile before making your way home, yet again

the next day you showed up to school as you usually did, taking your seat next to kageyama after greeting him like usual

you were having a conversation with hinata

it was too early for kageyama to speak

everyone was confused when you didn’t show up to practice that day

kags(｡◝‿◜｡) , 2:47pm: are you not coming to practice?

y/n, 2:49pm: no baby, i’m sorry :( i really can’t tODAY, im so upset over it

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:50pm: did something happen?

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:53pm: y/n?

y/n, 3.26pm: nope, i just have some stuff to do at home (╥﹏╥)

the next day you showed up like usual again, this time attending practice too

just like that the days seemed to go by in a blur for you

day by day you felt yourself breaking more

day by day the scars on your hips multiplied

and day by day it got a little harder to make the room light up when you stepped inside

it was after practice and it was only you, nishinoya and kageyama left

“hey, y/n, can i finally meet your mom today??”

he was pressing around so much about it

you smiled and shrugged,

“sure, i bet she doesn’t mind a visit”

“can i come too?” kageyama asked timidly and you nodded

“of course.. it’s about time.” you smiled

your eyes were a little glassy

he frowned

nishinoya was too busy getting excited over meeting the first ever perfect mother to notice and he began dragging you out “let’s go then!”

he was pulling you to the direction of your place before you abruptly stopped

“ah-ah, i didn’t say i still live with her, did I?”

you had both boys confused now and you started walking into the right direction

you intertwined your fingers with kageyama’s

he squeezed your hand a little

he knew you needed a little support

only did he not expect you to lead them to the cemetery

nishinoya’s smile dropped when you actually entered the cemetery

he saw it but he expected you to walk past

you stopped in front of your mothers grave

“there she is.” you let out a sigh

kageyama felt his heart drop

“wait, y/n, i’m so sorry for pressing this so mu-”

kageyama pulled you in a tight hug, shaking his head at the boy, who now went quiet

he felt so horrible

you were trying so hard to hold your tears back, looking at noya

“don’t worry, you didn’t know.”

you still smiled at him

kageyama then spoke

“it’s best if you go home, don’t you think?”

he didn’t even sound angry at this point

nishinoya nodded and left

he really felt so bad

you couldn’t hold back and broke out in tears after

this was the first time you cried in front of your boyfriend

he didn’t expect it to hurt this much

hearing your little sobs break through you

he could feel his own heart breaking as he tightened the hug

neither of you said anything

he just let you cry into his chest

he didn’t need to tell you he was there for you with words

he told you through gently patting your back as you cried

he told you through not judging you when you cried like this

even when it started raining and the rain was slowly seeping through both of your clothes he didnt loosen his grip on you

he let you finish crying

however long it took

and when you finally looked up at him, only the moon’s light illuminating your face, he felt his heart break, again, at the sight of your puffy eyes and red nose

he wanted to protect you from all bad things, forever.

“gosh, i’m sorry, it took me so long to stop crying..”

he shook his head and pecked your forehead quickly “no. you didn’t.”

“..is this why you always avoided talking about your mother?”

you nodded, looking down at her grave, the flowers you placed there two days ago already droopy

you then looked up at him again

“thank you, for.. supporting me..”

nishinoya apologised about 27 times when he saw you

you kept reassuring him that it was alright but he felt so bad

he felt so bad he couldn’t even properly play that day

daichi sent him home early

“come back when you dont have two left legs!!!”

practice ended soon after that anyway

you sat on a bench, filling out the last bits of your homework so you didnt have to do it at home, not even noticing that it was just you and kageyama left until he called out to you

“hey, y/n, mind throwing me some balls? i’m not tired yet and i want to keep practicing”

you happily helped

you admired his determination to get better daily

it was refreshing, seeing him so passionate about volleyball

how couldn’t you help when he asked like that

that’s how he was now practicing as you were talking

“can you come over tonight?”

you furrowed your brows

“but it’s a school night?”

he shrugged “i don’t care. you haven’t been at my place for three entire weeks! i only see you at school, i miss you.” he was honest

he really missed you and he wanted to know what was up with your lame excuses every time he asked

you then nodded

“alright then, i’ll come.”

whilst he was busy drinking water you tried ‘passing’ the ball (at which you horribly failed)

“look, i’m a better setter than you!”

he chased you down lol

you took him by surprise when he finally caught you, grabbing onto your hips, followed by a loud intake of breath and a wince from you

fuck

well

he obviously immediately let go

“y/n. what’s wrong?”

you sighed and turned towards him

“um.. i.. hit my hip earlier today..?” you trailed off and he immediately knew that you were lying

honestly, he kind of had an idea of what it was

he just didn’t want to think of that possibility

he might be a bit slow, but he’s not stupid

he has a slight idea why you haven’t been coming over

he notices how the circles under your eyes have gotten darker

he notices how you sleep in classes, which is something you never do

and he’s so, so worried

but he’s scared to approach you

he’s scared to confirm his worst fears

he shook his head at you “don’t lie.”

you sighed softly “kageyama, it’s nothing.”

you avoided his gaze and he shook his head again, now unable to hold back from speaking

“no, y/n. you’re not okay, i know you’re not. i know that you struggle every day and i know you don’t like speaking about it, but i just can’t keep watching you suffer in silence, i do give you your space, but not when it truly concerns your well-being to the point i cant touch you or see you as often as i’d like to!”

he stopped and took a deep breath, shaking his head

“let’s go home first, i want to talk about this in a place i can do more for you.”

you were speechless

you never had expected him to notice anything, let alone speak up about it

you were so lost in thought you let him drag you to his room quietly

you snapped back to reality when he was unlocking his door, walking inside when it was open - you following

you sat on his bed, still not knowing what to say

how the tables turn, usually its kageyama being the quiet one and you being the one to fill the silence with unnecessary babbling lol

he looked at you, uncertainty swimming in his eyes

“can i see?”

you immediately knew what he was talking about, looking down

you pondered over it a little before nodding

he crouched down before you, looking up at you

“you know you can trust me, right?”

you furrowed your brows “of course”

“you don’t need to hide your feelings from me, baby, i love you through all of your emotional states, i love seeing you happy but i like comforting you when you feel sad too, you mustn’t hide your feelings.”

your eyes filled with tears at that one sentence

i love you through all of your emotional states

“thank you..” you sniffled

“i mean it. it hurts me when you hide it, it makes me feel so helpless, i don’t want to watch you crumble before my eyes, please, talk to me..”

“i just feel so hopeless, kags.. my heart feels so dull lately.”

you finally let in

“it feels like every single day repeats itself and all of my responsibilities are so hard to fulfill..it’s so hard turning up to school, bringing positive energy with me when all i feel is my sadness taking over my entire self bit by bit.”

he was listening, now sat on the floor before you, chin resting on your knee as you spoke

“but you’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness except yours. i don’t like when you prioritise others before yourself, y/n.. i don’t say it often but you’re truly so important to me and i don’t want you to lose yourself only because you try to make others happy.. it isn’t worth it, we love you for you, i can assure you, no one from our group would judge you for feeling down, we all have bad days, gosh, we all have bad weeks or even months! hiding these feelings will only worsen your pain and lead you to.. do irrational things..” he said, fingertips tracing over your hip gently

“let me see first and then we’ll talk about how we’re fixing this, ok?”

you sniffled and nodded, letting him pull the side of your pants down enough to reveal to him what he feared most

seeing the cuts scattered on your skin broke him, truly.

he gulped and stood up, leaving to get you a pair of his shorts

“put these on, this way i can tend to them better.” he said, wanting to clean it up first before telling you his thoughts about it

you nodded and changed into the shorts, him trying not to break down there and then as he left to get some stuff

when he came back you were patiently waiting for him and let him clean the cuts with some alcohol (not without complaining at the stings) before he bandaged them up as best as he could

he then laid down and pulled you with him, hugging you

“oh my precious y/n..” he mumbled

he was hugging your head to his chest to hide the fact that he was tearing up

he wanted to help you so bad but he knew exactly that he couldn’t just end your suffering and it hurt him

“but why? why do you do that to yourself?”

his voice cracked when he asked and you looked up, realisation hitting you

you hurt him so bad by doing this.

the person you loved and cherished most

“it felt like the only escape”

he caressed the top of your head

“pressuring you into stopping won’t help and isn’t worth it, but please, when you feel like.. doing that, call me instead. i’ll be at your place in no time and- even if you don’t want to talk i can just hug you and keep you company-”

you cut him off by pressing your lips against his

“i will, baby. i’ll call you whenever i feel down from now on”

he nodded “thank you”

he was thanking you as if he wasn’t the one helping you right now

you now hugged him back, “i’m sorry for not saying earlier..”

he hummed “lets just lay here. you’ll get better, i promise.”

he kept his promise

ever since that day, he’s been calling you morning and night, making sure you felt good waking up and going to bed

he often called you through entire nights

he made you slowly start to understand that your purpose wasn’t to make anyone happy but yourself

he made you realise you were more than a mere person that’s always happy

and he made you understand that showing your feelings wasnt something to be embarrassed about

(the entire team was very supportive too when they found out you were struggling! kageyama didn’t explain the details though)

so yep.

you had kageyama and a bunch of friends that were supporting you

and for the first time, you felt hopeful for the future, your mother watching over you proudly after years of struggling and even having to move schools for a fresh start

she could now rest easily, knowing your guardian angel found his way to you and won’t ever leave you.

a/n: YALL I MADE MYSELF EMO WITH THIS ONE:( i hope you enjoyed it & please leave comments about it!

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thequeenb · 4 years

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Come Back (part 2)

Poppy x MC

It has been highly requested for me to continue the cheating fic.

Here you can read part 1

I walk around the campus with Chloe and Veronica by my side. Its been three days since Bea left and it feels like eternity. Everyone looks at me weirdly ever since the incident and i honestly can't blame them. Carter never dared to approach me after he read what the T said

"So we are going to go to the veggie restaurant for lunch?" Chloe asks and Veronica shrugs

I didn't realize that they stopped walking, my eyes were fixed at the Anthropology classroom where i used to wait outside for Bea to finish. She always seemed bored as hell but every time she saw me her eyes sparkled, her smile was bright

I stop, running my hand through the door watching Miss Kingsley sitting on her desk. Our eyes lock and for just a moment i feel ashamed, before i remember who i am.

"Can i help you Miss Min-Sinclair?" she politely ask and i hesitate to walk in

Who can help me? The one girl i let inside my heart left and its all my fault. What could she do? Bring her back?

Regardless i walk further looking around the classroom. My gaze falls to Bea's seat, she always sat there so she could easily text me during boring lessons. I chuckle remembering how many photos i sent her just so i could provoke her

Without thinking twice i walk towards that spot sitting down gracefully. Miss Kingsley seems to pick up with me and she comes to sit down next to me

"I know you miss her, we all do but we cant control everyone's decisions, only ours"

Normally i would roll my eyes ignoring every criticism because Queens don't make mistakes but she is right, and it hurts my ego even more

"You read that trashy blog don't you? Everyone did and now they hate me even more" i sit back thinking how Bea used to sit right here, being happy..free

"I try to avoid it but Bea told me that she won't attend my classes for the rest of the semester" she takes a deep breath

"She seemed sad, that means what she felt was real enough to break her when you--"

"Don't even say it" i try not to tear up but i cant. The images of Carter grabbing my face and kissing me cant escape my mind and i let the pain take over

"So Pops, Bea Hughes huh?" Carter said approaching me. He asked to meet behind the field but i ignored the red flags, he said it was important

"Is that why you asked me to meet up? So we could analyze my relationship? Maybe we can have a sleepover like besties do" i roll my eyes ready to storm off but he grabs my hand pulling me against him

"Don't run before you can walk Pops, after all we don't want Bea to know about our negotiation" his hand was stroking my hair but i went stiff not knowing how to react.

When we were a couple it was bearable but now all i want to do is scream. We got together for the fame, for my reputation. Because he was the football captain, its funny isnt it?

"Get your hands off of me Carter" i manage to say but he just smirks

"You know i can get her expelled with one phone call" his laughter echoed and my heart stopped beating

I didn't realize how close he was until he leaned in capturing my lips. A bright flash hit my eyelids. I gasp in surprise pulling him immediately away

"You are so disgusting" i storm off not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Tears ran down my face but back then i didn't think much of it but now i know that was his plan.

I come back to painful reality. Miss Kingsley holds my hand and i feel tears run down my face. Fuck don't show how weak you actually are

"She went back to Farmsville, you still have time" she gave me a faint smile and i throw my arms around her

"Thank you" i whisper in her ear while she pat my back not knowing how to react. I pull away adjusting my clothes, ready to pack my bags

____

"I can't believe you are back! I am so glad" And here she is, my childhood best friend wrapped her arms around me suffocating me in her hug

"Wow there, you will kill me" i laugh embracing her tightly. After everything i have been through seeing Charlie is like a dream come true

She pulls away, her smile never fading away and it warms my heart. She always knew when i was upset but never said a thing, she tried to bring my mood back in her own way

"Come on! The dinner awaits for us" i link out hands together walking down the road of Farmsville. I missed the fresh air, the people who knew me since i was little

Here you don't have to fight for respect because its something you deserve regardless. No ranks, no drama, no sassy students. Just me, nature and my best friend

We finally arrive at the dinner and we sit down to the booth we always do. I sink to my seat and oh god, i missed this place

"So tell me everything, we didn't had a lot of time to talk" Charlie says excitedly, thinking i will tell her my happy adventures but my mind keeps drifting to Poppy

I brush these thoughts away smiling "This is going to be a long ride"

We enjoyed our food chatting about the T, the professor, my plan to take Poppy down, how amazing Zoe is and how extra mean people used to be when i first went there

"Oh wow, they really have a blog to embarrass students?" Of course she is shocked, so was i and honestly every logical human would. But the students of Belvoire created a world of their own

"You have no idea, they made fun of everything i did" i roll my eyes but then laugh "soon enough they ate from my palm, silly rich kids"

"I am glad you came back, it sounds toxic" oh Charlie you have no idea

I gaze at the window remembering how much i wanted to take Poppy here. She always laughed at the thought but i know deep down she would like nothing more. I wanted us to walk down the empty streets, take her to my parents farm and watch the sunset, do everything she didn't let herself do

Charlie seem to notice my distant stare and pats my hand "Hey what's wrong? I knew something happened, your social media was filled with happy moments"

I don't dare to look at her because she knows me too well at this point

"What made you decide to leave?" she places her hand on my shoulders pulling me into a side hug

"Remember the mean girl i told you about? We were dating" i exhale heavily, my mind racing with that damn image of her and Carter making out

I fill her in with the details, sometimes i smile missing our happy moments. But then i show her the image and my tears threaten to escape. How could she do this to me? After everything that we had been through

"Oh sweetheart i am so sorry" she says hugging me tightly. This time i let her hold me closer.

I grip at her shirt as one simple tear turned into body wrecking sobs. Poppy's voice message still plays in my mind over and over again. She said she loves me but her actions show that she hates me. My heart breaks once more, knowing well that i will never see her perfect smile again, hear her surprisingly cute laugh

"Let it all out, i am here for you" Charlie pats my back, running slow circles with her palm. That always calms me and she knows, because ever since we were kids whenever i was in pain she was always there.

A part of me regrets leaving Belvoire but most of all i am glad i returned to a land where people are real and genuine, away from cruelty and drama..away from Poppy

I pull away wiping my eyes but before i could even pull myself together i watch a black limousine stop right outside of the dinner. Everyone looks stunned because hello? This is a small town which celebrity would visit?

"Oh my god i am sorry Bea but if this is Lady Gaga you have to take a picture of me" Charlie stands up and i roll my eyes

Some people came out of their stores wondering who this might be. We step out forming a circle on the sidewalk waiting for the mysterious rich person to reveal themselves

"This is stupid let's just go" i try to pull Charlie away but she is so stubborn, typical

Everyone whisper questioning the same thing, who the hell would be so rich and know where Farmsville even is. I sign impatiently

That until a man gets out of the car and everyone stops talking. The man walks around the car carefully opening the door. All eyes are on the limousine waiting for the person to come out

The first thing i see is a pair of red heels and then oh my god you have to be kidding me. My breath stops, everyone around me fades and my gaze is focused on her, am i dreaming?

"Bea?" Her sweet tone destroy my inside and i froze. What the hell is she doing here? How does she know where i am? I swear if Zoe told her i will kill her but oh wait she is approaching

"We need to talk"

My knees feel weak and i stop breathing for a second. I need time to comprehend that Poppy Min-Sinclair is in my town, here with me. Oh boy what did i get myself into

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bucksbisexual · 4 years

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okay since im rewatching 2gether, might as well make my reaction public lol

tine trying to be a supportive boyfriend by asking wat if something is troublig and wat’s himbo self being like “nah fam im good” god i love this dumbass

also tine not knowing how to talk about his feelings is so relatable help

honestly i would’ve LOVED to see sarawat at least one (1) question

tine’s smile while wat drinks..... Sir I Am In Love With You

also his blush..... Sir I Am More In Love With You Than I Was Before

“is the lyric about smile or happiness?” “don’t cheat” wat saw through his bullshit right there KSJFHKS

i wonder what’s in those glasses because it doesn’t quite look like coke but it obviously isn’t beer,,,,

ohhhhh “a friend from high school” ... explains tine’s reaction we see in the teaser when he introduces pam as his highschool friend

also explains why tine thought sarawat made that video for her instead of him. wat is in his high school clothes and tine probably thought it was before he saw him (when in fact it was probably recorded the same day lmao sarawat hopeless romantic)

tine: one more game! [spins the coin and supposedly falls on heads] wat!

sarawat: no one can talk to me if i fall asleep

i’m trying not to look at bright’s jiggly butt why is ass so fat fOR

it doesnt add the points here if i dont write something else so intro time yeet

yknow what . we need more earn and more pear in these two last episodes . i need my wlw rep and i need it Now

“personal space is important even for couples” still cant believe man was the owner of their braincell in this scene

tine giving all of type’s info away to wat so wat can give it to man who tine knows will use to pester him until he becomes his boyfriend...... say it with me: tine mantype shipper

“how did you know?” “i prayed to god” literally the funniest part ever

manboss: im not going good luck wat: you’re so full of bullshit

GREEN <3

i will just say that pink is tine’s best colour. i need him in every soft pink thing u can find. it accentuates his skin colour so perfectly and we are Here for it honeyyyy

MIL SHUT THE FUCKUP

sarawat being a savage (rachet booty nasty) we stan

bro get over him oh my god he’s taken and happy with wat LEAVEEEEEE

and man pestering type begins Now ksjfh

i’m like 100000000% sure that the only thing in that whole backpack is a pencil and half of an eraser

im also sure type saw him buy the book since u literally can see him from where man and that girl are and

hold up the waiter looks like a guy from whyru,,,,,,,,,,

i need someone to write a fic about tine being an astronomy lover and wat falling in love with him because of the joy in his eyes when he talks about the stars and interesting facts about the universe and new discoveries of galaxies and other things that wat doesnt really care about but he listens to either way because he’s too in love to shut off his brain

okay back to the episode sorry i just really had to say this

wat really said “don’t take advantage of me when i’m sleeping” when they haven’t even kissed.......... no words, completely speechless

tine probably thought he was being real sneaky right there lmao boy he fell asleep 2 seconds ago

god green really appears for 2 seconds and yet he steals the show KSFJHKFJFS he really was about to beat the person in front of him’s ass for not walking faster im crying i love him

BITCH SHUT UP AND LEAVE THEM ALONE STOP TRYING TO BE A HOMEWRECKER

wat looks so offended by his offer it’s so funny jhfksjhgj still MIL GET THE FUCK OUT

them running around is so funny when u know they had to do that like 20 times and were tired as fuck KSJFHKSHFS

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER i love u

omg the bracelet truly isnt there at the start of the scene :-(

“nuisance tree” lemme just cry a bit

the music stopping here......... they truly played with our feelings there huh

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 2

the reactions are so kdrama outro i cant breathe KJHFJSFKJS

GET THE FUCK OUTTTTTTTTTTT

“well, you left him” IM GOING TO STEP ON YOU

bracelet where r u :-(

“it was here a second ago” it wasn’t im an obsessed bitch and noticed just as the scene there started

he looks so worried:-( tine baby

“i can make you a new one” “but i want the old one” why do i feel like that has more than one meaning,,,

half of the times wat touches tine’s head his hands are dirty as fuck lmaoooooo

is- is someone wearing a marihuana dress??????

manbosss again and he has a book

type is the teepakorn brother that can lie and will lie meanwhile tine can’t lie for a living

I LOVE THIS GUY GIVE ME HIS SELF CONFIDENCE

dim really made up a whole spirit just for wat to be with tine lmao i cant breathe (unless the pine tree spirit is an actual thing and he just used it for this specific thing lmao)

“that senior is me” “and who did you go with?” “that was a long time ago” “it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me” “green, drop it!” i love them KSFJHFSJHF

green and wats faces i cant bREATHE these are the faces of people who know this is all fake

BRO WAT WASNT EVEN THAT SLICK WITH THE PAPER IN HIS HAND SJKHSFHHKFS

my guess is that he had two papers that were the same number just incase they didnt get the same number but then somehow mf MIL had to come in and ruin it

i dont know who chose to make bright wear this much brown but it honestly fits him so well

coffee for his soon to be boyfie

man: loving u is kind of bothering? type: o_o man

he’s still reading the book kjshfsf WAIT HES SO CUTE

“you gotta miss me if i don’t show up one day” “just back off. i’m leaving. do not follow me. give me some time to miss you” okay tsundere ass bitch

type’s so rich he’d rather spend money on getting his tire fixed than get it fixed by man for free i hate rich people

he’s also too rich to care to check if his doors were locked i-

“for me?” “do you see anyone else?” bitch ass tsundere

type: smiles, realises he just did that, eyes cutely go o_o

type looks so cute in that scene for no reason im going to eat ur cheeks if u dont stop being a cutie

aaaaaand of course theyre not paired up

dude of course he is youre creepy and also trying to break his relationship apart only because u dont have the decency to see that you dont have a place in his heart whatsoever

dim honey........ jskhsjf

tine’s hair....... PLEASE I NEED TO TOUCH IT IT LOOKS SO FLUFFY

“the spirit doesnt like it when you pray with your eyes opened” did literally no one notice how nonsense that was? KSFJHSJ

GREEN U SCARED THE BABY WHY WOULD U DRESS LIKE THAT

he looks so cute im gonna cry like actually cry

weak ass blankets they gave them i swear

if u cuddled then u wouldnt have been cold but noooooo ur big puppy boyfriend has trust issues

baby:-((((((((((( i will cover u with a blanket and give u lots of kithes and hugs

tine having his phone die at an important moment and also having no sense of direction whatsoever is so relatable lmaooooo

thank god for the rain because otherwise sarawat wouldnt have ran the way tine actually went lmao i wouldve beaten dims ass if mil was the one who found him

this scene hurts so much:-(( his throwing the grass like that in complete defeat??????? the flashback to him saying that bad things seem to happen to them lately makes my heart break

the soft touches:-((((( please im gonna Cry

dnotsaysorrydontsaysorrydonsaysorrydontsayHE SAID SORRY FFS

baby :’((((((

“i prayed for something but i havent redeemed that prayer yet” “what did you ask for?” “it’s if i got to see you again, i would show you the video i made. it’s the song your smile you are so curious about” BITCHHHHHHHHH

HES GONNA SHOW ITTTTTT YES I LOVE HOPELESS ROMANTIC HIGHSCHOOLER SARAWAT

he’s all shy i cant breathe he cant even look at the screen skjfhksh

oh so it was on the same day sksjhj forgot about that

I CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

tine is all blushy im gonna sob i love these two

im trying not to scream and tines reaction to wat telling him he went to every scrubb concert just to look for him

ITS NOT GONNA GET STUCK ON THE VIDEO BABY HE WILL LIKE U BACK IN A YEAR!!!!!!

“i like you” “yeah. i know. i like you too” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM LITERALLY REWATCHINNG BUT I STILL JUST SCREECHED AT THAT I LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

their smiles after he said it tho.......... my heart hURTS

wat: the wish only drew us to cross paths again. us being together is because of something else, tine: what then? wat: shout out to my homies for being there for me since day one i love u bros

THE FLASHBACK AAAAAAAA I FOUND HIM YES U DID BABYYYYYY

boss’s whistle after he tells them that he only said he would kiss him until he dropped lmaoooooo

“his name is tine. [with the softest voice ever] what a cute name”

manboss looking at each other like this bitch is so gone for this random dude but we’re gonna support him because we’re the only friends he has

wat was probably wishing the pool had water in it so he could throw both of them into it at that moment KJSFHJSFHF

“he’s the one i like” “shiiiiiit” same dim, same

fan dee nAAAAAA

his ass was so gone he was gonna make his ig username lovetine i literally cant believe him

boss having the braincell in this scene i love it

“but earn has a boyfriend” LIES. SO MANY LIES. ITS A GIRL. SHES A WHOLE LESBIAN.

boss once again being the owner of the braincell...... im starting to think he owns it half of the time

“you get it now? us being together is not a coincidence. it’s because of us” WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 3

wait,,,,, tine’s little head tilt,,,,,,, SIR I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

the stars!!!!!!!!! theyre there!!!!!!

“i think nothing bad is going to happen anymore” honey you got a big storm coming

it ended :’(((((( my beautiful boys i love this episode and drama so much i swear

lets watch the next episode teaser

i dont think tine is gonna lsiten to pam saying that but if he does,,, baby pls dont overthink okay he loves u and wont leave u for anyone in the world

phukong dont come back to him he knows that u like him and will play with ur feelings

type is gonna have to choose between im guessing either a boy interested in him from work or man and im gonna vote for him going with man lets hope i win

WHAT IS WRNOG WITH U BRO GET OUT HES HIS BOYFRIEND OF COURSE HES GOING TO CARE AND WORRY YOURE JSUT A CREEP FOLLOWING HIM AROUND HOPING THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP ENDS SO U CAN SNEAK IN UGH

“is pam your first love?” WHY DID U END THE TEASER THERE AAAAAAA BITCH

im so glad that the episode comes out today because i Need to know more

okay thats it if anyone read all of this first of all sorry kjshkfj and second of all thank u ,, u didnt have to but u did and ily for that okay bye

#2gether #2gether the series #2gether ep11 #2gether reaction #svt-district posts

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drblood-bringer-of-death · 4 years

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Fallen Comforts

Rating: Teens and upper audiences, this is a more intense fanfiction form the others ive done, so be warned

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Tyrian cursed as he returned to the Grimm palace. He ran through the halls quickly, praying to the gods above no one would see him. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes and he frantically wiped them away. Through his haste Tyrian had almost ran into Hazel, though he was quick enough to avoid him as he rushed past the conjoined hallway he was walking in.

"Hey! Tyrian-?" he didn't hear the rest of Hazel's question. He didn't care to hear it either. All he wanted to do was hide, get as far away from everyone as possible. He was not far from his room when he ran straight into Watts, knocking his lover down and throwing papers all over the hall.

"Tyrian!" He cried as both men fell to the ground. Tyrian got back up quickly, but not quick enough, because Watts' gaze immediately fell on his bandaged tail, clearly noticing the missing half of the appendage.

"By the gods- Tyrian!" He called after his pattner as Tyrian fled. Why did it have to be Watts to notice first? Why didn't he watch where he was going?

He decided to ignore the problem for now in favor of opening his door and slamming it shut behind him. He made sure to lock it before he flung his tired body onto the bed and cried. It hurt, it hurt more than anything he had felt in his entire life, more than when he had been slashed across the chest by a huntsman, more than when a grimm had rammed through his side. It was a constant bursting pain all along his back. He sobbed, silently at first as he let his mind take over. The pain clouding his judgment, letting his mind wander dangerously. The pain is what started it, but Tyrian soon realized the gravity of his situation. How disappointed she would be. He lost his tail- his weapon, his lifeline, his identity. he had foolishly lost it and failed his mission to boot. His tears fell unhindered now. Wetting his cheeks and soaking the pillow he hugged to himself. Salem was his savior- his goddess. She had rescued him from a fate so cruel that even she frowned upon it. She raised him, was a part of him. She was his reason to live. All of his memories were of her, of her kindness and cruelty. Well most of them. There were a handful from a time before the queen arrived, before he had snapped his own sanity and coldheartedly killed people. One of the few memories he had left was of a tail curled around him, and the feel of someone running their fingers through his hair. That was a very old memory. He missed that feeling, missed that familiarity those arms provided. He didn't know who they once belonged to, he didn't remember any details or descriptions, only the feeling of it all. More tears poured from his eyes, there was no point in stopping them now. He felt lost and humiliated. He felt like that small boy again, trapped in a cage while he was tortured and laughed at. He hated being reminded of that, he hated remembering when he was that weak. He hated himself for everything that had happened. He was useless now, the only tool that made him special, unique, and worth saving in her eyes was now gone. What would she do with him now? He didn't know how to fight well enough without his tail when he still had it, let alone now. A hiccup tore itself through his throat. He no longer tried to hold them back. His arms trembled as he pulled them around himself, his legs folding in front of him. He curled into his own body as best he could, the constant nagging word repeating in his head over and over and over again.

-useless, useless, useless!

The voice chanted, it was his own at first but then it morphed into Hazels, and Cinders, and Salems. But when it turned into Watts' voice he couldn't take it anymore. They were right, he was truly useless now. Salem would kill him- no, that would be too much of a mercy for having failed her. She could have sent him back to the circus, back to the mocking laughter and horrified screams. They would be the ones to kill him. Who wants a monster who can't even protect itself? He suppressed a scream from tearing through his mouth, instead choking it down with his own tears. He hadn't cried this much since Salem had first taken him in. When she had still believed he was useful. His fingernails dug into his arms, trying to tear at the flesh so he could distract himself with physical pain, rather than deal with the mental bombardment in his head. More sobs rang out in the room, he covered his mouth after letting out a rather loud one. Gods forbid if anyone came in and saw him. Any remote chance he had of redemption would be lost then. He cradled the remaining part of his tail, the last bit of who he once was. The chanting never stopped, and he couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything. There was nothing left, it was truly the end for him. Salem would see him in the next few days to relay his punishment, his banishment from her ranks. He was whimpering now too.

...So pathetic...

He thought, but he did nothing to stop them, he had no willpower to go on, no fight left in his eyes. Perhaps it would be better if he took care of his punishment himself, ended it before he could see the disappointment and hatred in Salem's eyes. No- he couldn't do that, it would go against the doctor's wishes. He promised to keep himself safe for Watts. He couldn't, no he refused to ever break a promise. He felt the static in the room cave in on him, it was too much, too loud, way too loud! The silence stung his ears harshly and the ringing joined the insistent chant.

"-Tyrian" a voice. A real voice said so gently he almost didn't hear it in the roar of his mind. But, when that familiar calloused hand ever so cautiously rested on his shoulder, he froze.

"Tyrian I know you can hear me" the voice held no annoyance, no tone of mockery, no hatred. It should have- "that's enough now." Watts stated, more pushy with his words. Tyrian did not speak, he couldn't even if he wanted to, instead he just laid there, silently crying. The bed dipped slightly before Watts leaned over him, forcing Tyrian to lay on his back with his head on Watts' lap.

"You know that isn't true." Tyrian didn't immediately know what the doctor was referring to. "You're not useless. You never could be useless." Ah now he understood. The look on his face must have been worrying. "Shhhh, I mean that Tyrian, you are more beneficial to this world than you know." He wiped away the stream of tears from Tyrians eye, gently resting that hand on his damp cheek.

"You've cried yourself into a puddle, what has you so upset? Is it because of your tail?" Tyrian felt his face flinch, Watts always managed to nail his problems on the head. His face softened even more, and as quiet as Watts was, it seemed like he had gone even quieter.

"It's okay Tyrian, losing a tail isnt going to kill you-"

"She will" he rasped out.

"What?"

"S-salem will" the stream of tears began to pick up again, but Watts was having none of it. He pulled Tyrian up gently, wrapping his arms around the hurt scorpion as his head fell on Tyrians shoulder. Tyrian sat still in watts lap, letting his own tear streaked face bury itself into the man's shoulder. Tyrian took note of how truly warm Watts was. He slowly lifted his own arms and loosely held them on his back. Watts squeezed the man gently, letting him cry into his shoulder. He felt his back hitch as each sob worked its way out.

"She would never kill you. I would never allow that. And I promise you, Tyrian, you're far too valuable for her to just leave you. She wont send you back there, she wont lock you away. I'd have to die at her feet before I let her do that." Watts' grip tightened. It was true, he'd rather die for Tyrians safety then let him suffer alone. Tyrian squeezed back slightly, faintly away of a wetness on his own bare shoulder.

Was Watts crying too..?

"You're… you mean too much to me Tyrian, to all of us. Please don't let this tragedy take away your light." Watts had struggled to speak, and he pulled out of Tyrians grasp in favor of holding the faunus' face in between his hands. Tyrians watery eyes met Watts', the bright green dulled by sadness and fear. Tyrian gasped as he looked at his partner.

"This won't stop you Tyrian. We'll figure it out- i'll heal you and make you better i promise. I swear it in my life that if I can't make you better then let the gods strike me down." He paused, the tears causing him to blink. "I promise…" he pulled Tyrian into a hug again and held him tighter than he ever had before.

"... I… I believe you." Tyrian croaked with his cracked voice. They cried together and allowed their emotions to run free. They stayed wound together long after they both had stopped crying. Tyrian shook with remaining stress but Watts was there to comfort him. He felt out of character, Watts was never one to comfort and help others, he'd rather laugh as they cried or left them to wallow alone. But Tyrian had woken up something so primal in him, that the moment he heard that quite sob from the hallway there was no second guessing his actions. He gently rocked Tyrian on the bed. Something his own mother used to do when he would be terrified of the storms in Atlas. It worked very well with Tyrian and proved to help calm his shaking.

Tyrians mind was fractured, anyone could tell. He had lost not only his weapon, but a part of himself. Something that he saw as his very reason for existence. Watts could not imagine what losing it had done to his mind. But he planned to piece back together the shattered remnants of this man. He had made a promise to him, and he would upkeep that promise until it was fulfilled. When Tyrian began to cry again Watts shushed him, it seemed his methods had only worked for a while before Tyrians mind started to eat at itself again. Watts decided to take his mother's advice once more, and he focused on undoing the battered braid Tyrian had left his hair in. He gently sifted his fingers through the long hair as he pulled the strands apart. Watts marvelled at the silken texture of it. From his previous inclinations he had assumed it was more corse, much like the ends of his bangs were. He was wondrously proven wrong. This was the first time Watts had the opportunity to admire how well Tyrian had taken care of himself. For as long as they have been together he had yet to run his hands through the man's hair. How he had not thought about pestering the man to do so before was beyond him. But now was not the time to lament about what he had and hadn't done. Instead he focused his attention back on Tyrian. He had gone completely still and limp against Watts, finally relaxing his body, and watts continued with his ministrations until the faunus' breathing slowed, and he was sure Tyrian had fallen asleep. Watts himself was beyond tired, dealing with emotions whether their his own or someone else's was always taxing. He gently guided Tyrian down into his pillows, letting him fall onto his side. Watts himself tried to sit back up, but the crack of his back and the pain in his side told him it was not worth it. So he complied with his body and moved himself next to Tyrian. Wrapping his arms against the man and holding him close.

Tomorrow will be a better day. It has to be...

Hey hey hey! Back again with a fanfiction for day 4! Man im really loving this week so far! I know this one doesn't exactly fit with the prompt for today but I was thinking about making a part two I guess, to show the aftermath? Not sure how well that would go but I hope you enjoy this angst! Thanks for the prompts @nutsandvoltsweek

#nuts and volts #nuts and volts week #rwby #rwby watts #rwby tyrian #arthur watts #tyrian callows #rwby fanfiction

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trixiesouphanes · 4 years

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Okay so this isnt a cool quote just the really fucked up dream I just had

So I was in the pool alone after browsing instagram all day and I was thinking about this one account that just posted a bunch of absolutely beutiful pictures and I was sad cuz I might be only to be that pretty if I had as good as a photographer/camera as them

So I went to the pool and for some reason it was night and there were a lot of other people there trying to figure out the puzzle answer for a door and I couldnt figure it out either

The next day I hopped back in the pool and there was no one there at like a really pretty sunset and at the time I was thinking about the pretty pictures on instagram I just had my arms on the side of the pool and my head down staring at the sunset

I decided to go inside when I catch a glimpse of a dude and for the stupidest reason looked like Vance waggoner but like the bojack horseman version... yeah

But also this other lady about the same age holding like a tablet I think? There were both smiling crazy as hell so I just rushed inside

I didnt think much of it thinking they were just playing a game and then it skipped to the next day, I went back in the pool

I was still alone, just kinda chillin and swimming around, then I wanted to back inside again cuz it was sunset again. But i turned to get out and my top had unhooked itself. Outside of dreams, my pool is in my backyard, surrounded by a million trees, so no one would see me put it back on

I was walking towards the stairs and i didnt realize that 'they' were still out but I was putting them back in so I didnt matter

But as soon as I started walking towards the stairs I see the man and the woman, both staring at me with these horrible smiles. The dude is behind the woman, and the woman is behind the tablet she was holding, a large tablet but somehow I knew that the camera was open. I tried to jump so I could swim away but I was too late...

I heard the sound of a camera starting to record and my jumping did not help me, I tried to say something like "IM TEN" to get them to stop or at least get the video taken down from wherever they post it, but they had stopped the recording by time I did, and they started running as fast, as fast as they could away from me and I just stood in the pool and cried.

I went back inside and who was waiting for me there? The man and the woman. In the dream my parents werent home, late shifts I think

They started trying to lecture me about how pretty I actually looked and I might feel ugly but the problem is the camera all the time

I cant rememeber word for word what they said except for this one quote I cant get out of my mind,

"You think you need a lot of makeup, but you've got it. We took this in the pool and you looked stunning anyway" and then he took the tablet and showed me the picture they took from the first day of being alone in the pool

The lighting, the aura, the angle, and just the general sound of the image was all amazing. For once, *I* was amazing. I didnt want to but they had started to change my mind slightly. I was sitting on the poolside with my head on my arms staring at the sunset with long, beautiful, wavy hair stretching out in all directions behind me.

And then, they showed me the short video

I had jumped at the second I saw the guy take a screenshot of me, my tits were perked up but you couldnt see the look of horror creep onto my face yet

And for the most horrible reason, they were out, up, and I had looked so... grown. From behind me the sunset had not only pretty colours but also did that thing where the sun had those pretty shapes from a line that always happens in movies

I hated it. I hated how much I loved it. It was so pretty, *I* was so pretty and I was exposed. At a shot, I tried to take the tablet from him but he was too fast and ran off, driving away.

I then turned to the woman. She told me her name was sherry, so at least that was good to know, I checked my phone after getting a notification of them posting something and I checked

It was me, the first picture was my long hair out, and the second made me cry.

I saw hundereds, if not, THOUSANDS of comments of people telling eachother my age, my school, my address, and worst of all, my profile

In seconds to minutes, I immediately started getting spammed with dms telling me how pretty I was, and that they wanted to see more, others telling me I was a slut, more telling me if I wanted to do "photography" with them...

I was sobbing. I had how real it all seemed. Then for some reason I wasnt in the same house anymore. I was upstairs looking down at a staircase and I saw the woman

I pushed her, obviously, she was threatining me with a taser if I said anything to anyone. So I pushed her

I took the cord she had the laser powered with and ripped it apart, and then started smashing glass on her wherever I could find it.

She was knocked out by now, and I ran and sat down screaming about why I had done this, and why this was happening

And in that moment of absolute helplessness, that desperation for something to stop going wrong, something to stop it, I rememebered theres a landline in the house

Ya know brain, I couldve gotten a dm from someone saying how they knew this was all something horrible happening, and that they wanted to help me. That would have been something really nice, brain. But no, you had to make me fill up with white hot rage and stomp to the landline phone

(This is where it gets worse)

I saw the woman was up and she was going to tell people that j was insane and was going to check me into a mental institution so no one could fight against her

I was trying to call 911 but I kept not getting the numbers right, because dreams suck like that. While I was doing this, she too, was calling the cops

I finally got the numbers right and waited for them to pick up but I heard nothing. It rang and rang for what felt like at least two whole minutes but... *nothing*

That's what did it. That's what made me feel like my life was over and I was going to throw up. Nit the picture, that would somehow eventually go away. But a mental institution? I would never get out to live

Then I heard sirens, and i wanted to destroy her

So I got up and grabbed everything I could to knock her unconscious again, and whatever didnt it still felt a little good to beat the shit out if her

I went outside and for some reason, dream reasons probably, the cops werent there anymore, it was my mom

It was dark as hell outside, and I had forgotten about how I was still wearing my swimsuit. My mom was trying to be angry, thinking that I had been swimming at dark, then she saw me crying and covered in bruises and broken glass.

I told her that sherry was still inside after showing people porn of me, "bastards"

I watched my mom call the police and when we both went inside, the Vance guy was there looking at what had happened to his partner

My mom tore him to shreds with screaming, and I could see he was about to start running, so I slowly creeped back outside and was going to grab him from the side door

I heard his footsteps going fast so I quickly opened up the door and grabbed him, threw him to the ground, and bit his neck. With my jaw chomped down, I jumped up, with a gory mess surrounding me

The police arrived and while I was thinking about how I was going to say something like "temporary insanity" in court, I woke up

Like I said, that dm could have saved me. If you see this happeneing, just tell them that its *okay* that everything is going to get better, that their life isnt over.

But I'm awake now, no swimsuit, no glass in my arms, not a slice of someone's jugular clamped down with blood filling my cheeks

Just a few tears and the hate for my brain

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sleepypeaky · 4 years

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{getaway} final, pt.4

Reader is the Blinder’s chauffeur….naturally that entails getaway driving too

Part 4/4 ———-part 1, part 2 , part 3

also this was unintentional but the reader is gender neutral

WC: 1458

Warnings: Shooting, blood, dramaaa

A/n: set just after season 5, like the day after the last episode.

and no this isnt historically accurate obvs but i had to do it to write the fucking thing

tnis is so fun to write so try and stop me. this is kind of a Finn x reader?? idk?? finn is my wife?? but he also smol gay boi?? im confused.

“Where’s Finn!?!” Ada yelled as she kicked open the door to Tommy’s study.

Tommy was at his desk with his head down. Arthur ventured to answer,

“We haven’t seen him since the speech. Johnny Dogs said (y/n) went to look for him.”

“Arthur that was 12 hours ago! They could be hurt!”

RING

Tommy raised his head and grabbed the phone.

“What?”

He eyes widened.

He slammed the phone back down on the receiver, and scrambled to his feet.

“Mosley’s been shot.”

They stared at each other.

Ada gasped.

“Oh my god.”

They all ran out the door.

“NO NO NO NO FUCK! FUCK!” You screamed into the steering wheel.

To say that you were speeding was an understatement, you were going so fast that you weren’t sure the car could handle it.

And at the same time, to make things even more dangerous, you were flicking your gaze to Finn’s marbled complection.

“Finn Finn come on come onnnn!” You slapped his face lightly, trying to wake him up.

He made a breathy groan, you weren’t sure if it was voluntary, but at least he was alive.

You cursed yourself,

“FUCK (y/n)!! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!” You yanked the wheel to the right and were thrown along with it as the car screeched into the direction you gave it.

You were almost at the hospital. It wasn’t smart considering what had just happened, but by the amount of blood you figured it was either this or him dying, and you were not taking that chance.

And this was far enough away that maybe it would just be passed off as a casualty of one of the many daily gang shootings.

You tore into the hospital driveway and slammed on the brakes, the tires were so shot from the drive that you skidded about 3 feet.

Throwing open the door and screaming for help, you sprinted around the car and flung open the passenger side door, grabbing finn’s face in you hands and trying to call him out of the depths of his mind.

“Finn finn wake up please please.” You cried.

His head lolled in your hands, but his eyelids fluttered, you whimpered with relief.

Two men with a stretcher came up behind you.

You let them to him and watched as they ran him inside.

Your legs, as heavy as led, followed suit.

_______________

Ada sat frozen in the passenger seat of the car. A million thoughts going through her head.

She had her eyes pressed shut, hoping to anyone that would listen that her suspicions weren’t true.

Tommy’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard they resembled a skeleton’s. His face was in its usual stone mask, but his eyes were wind and active, no doubt thinking the same thoughts as Ava.

Arthur was silent in the backseat.

They pulled up to the scene and halted the car. Police were everywhere. The rain obscured the scene and oddly made it seem less intense than it was.

Two black tarps lay out on the ground.

Tommy sped over to them and in one swift motion, looked under each. The officers on the scene had recognized him and were awaiting his arrival, so they let this trespassing happen.

Though he let none of this show on his face, Tommy stood up and was relieved, both in seeing Mosley with half a skull, and seeing that the other body wasn’t Finn.

Maybe he wasn’t involved after all.

Nevertheless, before he went to speak to the press and police, he nodded to Ada: the signal to check the hospitals just in case.

_________

“I’m sorry you can’t come in here.”

A nurse grabbed your arm.

You looked at her in a daze,

“but..but...”

She looked apologetic and led you to a chair.

You looked down at yourself: your left shirt sleeve was drenched up to the elbow in blood from holding onto him during the car ride. As well as many other spaces on your clothes. And no doubt the car seat was completely ruined.

But all that was moot.

Because you gave into Finn he was fucking bleeding out in the other room. Why didn’t you just fucking say no? No Finn, we are not going to assassinate a parliament member. No Finn, i won’t drive you. Maybe you thought that you being there would somehow protect him? Doesn’t matter.

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You sat like that for who-knows-how long when you heard your name called.

“(y/n)!?”

You stumbled to you feet, looking around for the nurse who called your name. Instead, you locked eyes with Ada.

A sob escaped your mouth as she ran towards you.

“Jesus fuck (y/n)! What happened?!” She held you.

You lowered you voice,

“I don’t know why i didn’t stop him. I could have but didn’t.”

She inhaled and nodded softly,

“It was you then.” She whispered.

You nodded,

“So fucking stupid–”

“At least you were fuckin’ there! If you weren’t there he would be under that black tarp with the faschist.” She harsh-whispered.

I made you feel a tad better, but still.

_____

Polly walked to the ringing phone with a usual speed.

“Hello?”

“Pol, it’s Ada.”

She tilted her head,

“What happened.”

Ada sighed over the phone,

“Finn is in the hospital, i’ll explain when you get here.”

“Jesus– not again. I’ll be right there.”

She shook her head and went to the door.

_______

“HE DID WHAT?!”

“Shhhh! Pol!”

Polly looked around to see if she was the only sane person in the room. Surely it wasn’t out of line to react like this.

She looked over at where you were sitting, still covered in blood and leaning on your hand.

“This family needs to calm the fuck down.”

“Not likely, pol.”

_____

The appearance of feet in your sightline brought you back to reality.

You looked up.

“He’s resting now, he’ll be ok.”

You stood up, shaky.

You gestured to Polly and Ada.

“Can we see him?”

The nurse nodded and led you to his room.

_____

6 hours later

The first thing that moved were his fingers, they looked as if he were playing an invisible piano on the white sheets.

Finn opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. White walls, his feet, you passed out in a chair.

He smirked,

“Oi.” He croaked.

He watched your eyelids snap open confusingly, then they made contact with his.

“Tired?” he jested.

You glared,

“You’re a bastard Finn Shelby. A right bastard.”

You stood up and looked down over his bed, you flicked his nose.

“Ow wha’ the fuck!?”

“That,” you slipped, “Was for draggin me into this mess and then making me save your ass.”

“yeah thats fair.”

You sat down again, but pushed the chair closer. You took one of his hands.

“I don’t want to be covered in your blood again.”

He grunted,

“Can’t guarantee anything.”

You smiled at his humor, but you felt sad inside.

“I can’t lose any more of you.”

He understood what you meant. John and you had been close, you were like an extra sibling.

Finn turned his hand so that your’s fell in place. He squeezed.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

You smiled again and lay you head down on the bed beside his shoulder.

It was here that Finn felt good, where he could embrace the quiet sensuality of plain love. Not forced, or made to behave differently, he could be himself.

He leaned his head atop yours.

________

1 Day later

“and in conclusion, you are never, to ever, do anything like that ever again. Not, that there will be an occasion to do so.”

Tommy finished his drastically long scolding of Finn.

“And (y/n), i want to be mad, but essentially the same goes to you as well. But you were doing your job, and i’m glad Finn wasn’t alone. At least there was one working brain in the plan.”

You blinked,

“I still have a job?”

Tommy chuckled,

“What, you thought this would change that? I did tell you there would be excitement didn’t i?”

“Yeah, my body feels real excited.” Finn groaned from the bed, rubbing the bandages that were wrapped around his midsection.

“Yeah but thats what you get.” You said.

He frowned.

_____

1930

The car rumbled beneath you, and with the windows down, your hair cooled in the breeze.

You looked into your mirrors, he was gaining on you.

“Fool.” You muttered.

Your foot lowered further on the gas.

The finish line was in sight,

Whoosh.

Again, not a surprising victory.

You eased off the gas and began the process of stopping the car.

The screech of brakes continued until you exited the car.

You threw up your hands,

“Really?! I thought i taught you better than that Shelby!”

Finn flipped you off and hopped out of his car.

“Well i’m not insane, like someone know.”

you punched his arm.

“Bastard.”

“Lunatic.”

You looked up at him and grinned.

He did the same.

He leaned down and kissed you, you returning it naturally.

You smiled into the kiss, before reaching up and grabbing his hat.

You broke off and frisbeed his hat into the grass.

“Race you!” You squealed as you ran to your car.

Finn stood in confusion at how quick that progressed.

You got back in the car, and started the engine.

_____________

The End

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #blinder!reader #i liked this so much

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itstheapocalypsebaby · 5 years

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TUA Power HCs Part 1!

Luther

Discovered them at age 3 (He was the first)

He accidentally broke one of their nannies fingers

Had trouble controlling his strength (still does)

For personal training Reginald first made him build up his body

Because just cause he had incredible strength, didnt mean his body could take said strength

He used to accidentally break his arms when he used too much strength

They always healed fast though

As if they never broke to begin with

Baby Luther used to hide the fact that he broke/sprained/bruised his arms, legs, basically any part of his body because he felt like a failure whenever he got hurt

Later in life (maybe at 10?) Reginald discovers that Luther not only is super strong but also had super endurance

(Special Training was not fun that year, Reginald wanted to see how long he could last without food, water, air, shelter, etc.)

After that year, special training was a mix between building up his strength (weight lifting heavier and heavier objects every week) and building up his endurance (running around the room carrying a crap ton of weights, carrying a really really heavy weight and Reginald seeing how long he could carry it before his body gave out)

Diego

They first discovered his ability to breathe underwater first

Diego unlike his sibling absolutely adored bath time as a child

He would stay in the tub for hours if he could

One time his nanny had to leave him in the tub because one of his siblings was having a tantrum

She comes back to a sleeping Diego

Who's asleep in the tub

submerged in water

Was lowkey jealous of his siblings' powers while growing up

Reginald was so disappointed in him for having such a "useless ability"

Poor baby took it into heart :(

Special Training was awful before he found out his secondary power

Reginald wanted to see how long Diego could last underwater (he discovers Diego could last an indefinite amount of time down there)

He stopped liking water after that

He finds out about his secondary power at age 6

He likes to help Grace in cooking and usually cuts up the vegetables for her

He gets really good with the knife

So when Reginald demands he learns to wield a weapon he immediately chooses the knife

At first its was all stabby stabby but then one of his siblings goads him enough to rashly throw the knife at them

His aim is perfect. The knife is sailing through the air, going exactly where he wants it to be, except he wanted it to be in their head and oh god Diego panics, he didnt mean to throw that knife he never meant to hurt his siblings and he loves them and -

The knife is sailing towards his sibling's head and then it suddenly curves

Diego runs up to his sibling and hugs them and apologizes

Diego never wanted to pick up a knife after that

But then through some persuasion (Allison), he forgets the incident and picks it up again

Special training is all about accuracy and precision. All about moving targets, really tiny targets, living targets

Reginald wanted to know how much he could curve, what could he curve and all that jazz

Diego learns Physics because its an absolute must

(He learns how hard he has to throw for it to curve that much, how fast it needs to be to keep in the air even after it curves, how heavy should the knife be if he wants this specific result)

At first its hard and because he can curve anything he likes through pure instinct why does he need to learn Math?

But Reginald wants him to be as accurate as possible

(He motivates Diego by putting Mom and his siblings in situations where one false error could lead to their deaths)

He learns physics quickly

(Five and him bond over physics, Five helps him, He helps Five until Five gets too advanced and well...)

He actually gets super good and can do equations on the fly

People are constantly surprised at the amount of math needed for his powers

Allison

as a kid had absolutely no control on when her powers would activate

it would activate all the time leading to a lot of accidents

one time she snapped at Klaus to stop talking and he couldnt speak until she was able to reverse it

Reginald decided the best way for her to control it was through trigger phrases

she went through a lot of them because it wasnt cool enough for her

there was "listen up", "somebody once told me" (someone always interrupted her, usually Klaus, with the world was gonna roll me so she dropped it after like 3 uses) and a bunch more before settling on the iconic™ "I heard a rumor'

early on she learned that she had to be very precise with the wording or else the rumor wouldnt turn out the way she wanted it to

so special training was mainly focused on her wording, her pronunciation, and her learning other languages

allison is fluent in italian, french, spanish, mandarin, filipino, somali, she also can speak in a bunch of other languages but isnt super fluent

allison was actually pretty ok with special training until she was 10

thats when reggie brought in actual real life people

until that point she had only rumored her siblings (reginald actively encouraged it as long as he wasnt the one who got rumored) and occasionally the businessmen who came over to talk deals and shit

reggie was smart and only brought in people he was sure no one would miss, homeless hobos, drug addicts, people who lived by themselves and didnt have much family or any family at all

at first few meetings, she could stomach the feeling of wrongness

it was still easy for her to reason that what she was doing wasnt really wrong after all the commands she was issuing were really mild (like i heard a rumor you stubbed your toe, i heard a rumor you could play the piano perfectly)

they were just testing the reach of her powers

(could it rewrite your brain? create illusions, hallucinations? make you gain talents you never had? make you feel things?)

(reginald already knew her rumors could affect the memory, no need to test that, same thing with if her rumors could affect herself)

but then the more they pushed the boundaries the darker the rumors, the harder it was to stomach this sense of wrongness that threatened to swallow her whole

(could it override survival instincts? could it fake relationships? could it wreck relationships? can the human mind take multiple rumors at once? how about multiple conflicting rumors? how many rumors does it take to break the mind?)

its a lot easier to deal with special training when you cant remember

(but in her dreams she cant forget, she wakes up screaming, absolutely terrified and cant remember why)

Klaus

at first thought everyone could see the ghosts

actually he thought they werent ghosts cos they didnt appear to him with their death injuries

realized they were dead people when he accidentally walked through them

at first the ghosts were ok (they were mostly the nannies vanya killed so they were nice) they were loud and sobbed really really loud all the time but they didnt actively seek him and so he didnt actively seek them either

he still didn't like his powers even back then when they werent as bad as they are now

since he didnt really have any interest in his powers, reginald forced him to use them more, to explore them

klaus really didn't want to talk to any ghost so Reginald locks klaus into the mausoleum for the first time

this is where everything goes to shit btw

Klaus is absolutely terrified because these ghosts arent like the ghosts in the mansion (the nannies)

these ghost were malicious and horrible and they were dead for so long that they lost any sense of self or humanity in them

this is where klaus develops his fear of the ghost and his powers

this is where klaus loses a grip on his powers and it causes horrible repercussions

he sees the way they died now

and it terrifies him even more

from ages 8 to 11 hes facing the full force of his powers whenever hes trapped in the mausoleum

every session his fear gets worse and worse

the ghosts appearance actually reflects on how he feels about them actually

thats why ben and dave dont look awful

and why the rest of the ghost do

klaus loves ben and dave

he's absolutely terrified of the rest of them

he discovers that drugs numb their abilities when one of them gets hurt badly during training and is on really heavy pain medication

maybe it Five who broke 5 ribs when sparring because luther forgot to control his strength

Five couldn't jump at all when he was on those meds and he hated it

but Klaus? the moment he put two and two together he jumped at the opportunity to temporarily get rid of his powers

he would purposely get super banged up during training just to get rid of his powers and it scared the living shit out of his siblings

they ask him to stop and he does, he doesnt like it when he scares his siblings

but the ghosts get too much and klaus is severely tempted to fuck himself up to get that sweet relief that the pain meds provide

he stumbles upon Reggies alcohol cabinet and discovers that while getting drunk doesnt exactly cut off his powers it gives him this buzz that makes it a lot more bearable

he discovers drugs when he sneaks out one night to get more booze

he starts off with weed and gets hooked

the ghosts are always worse after coming down so he scrambles to get high as soon as possible

he doesnt try anything harder until ben dies

after ben dies he spirals

TUA Power HCs Part 2 is coming up in a bit, ask me if you wanna get tagged for it :)

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howdoyouspellepiphany · 6 years

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The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: 5238 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, mention of weed and alcohol and violence and of course, ignorant author

Note: I kind of know how Tumblr works now. Yay

Previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Yoongi glares at the ethereal vampire before him. He leans in forward to light a cigarette located in between his lips with the tip of his finger as his eyes never escape hers. There is a briefcase full of Korean Won that Styx had promised she’d convert his savings from Danakes to Won on the side of his foot while the two stares at each other. She has a flimsy outfit on and she clearly hadn’t been to Vivere Corp. today judging on the outfit she has on and the tiny droplets of fresh, ghoul blood on her blood red dress. The pale, much shorter vampire queen before him sits on her desk, cross-legged as she twirls her glass of human blood. Yoongi can tell the blood is expired by the smell but human blood is human blood. Expired or not, vampires still lunge at the opportunity of getting blessed by the exquisite taste.

“What do you say, Yoongi?” She asks, eyes shining red and Yoongi hates it when she thinks she can manipulate him. If Yoongi is agitated, he is doing a darn good job at masking it. He blows the grey smoke at her face and Suran makes a face. “Are you going?”

“You’re telling me that humans are selling mermaids in the underground and none of us knew about it?”

“That’s what my resource told me.” Yoongi makes a face. He doesnt know what Suran is planning but he isn’t playing along.

“Is your resource that dead ghoul’s blood on your dress, noona?” If Suran was nervous, it is evident when she quickly look down to her dress to find two patches of blood on it.

“He’s not dead yet, Yoongi.” Suran rebuts as she stresses on the last word before his name. The ghoul is darn near that status and Yoongi is very much aware of it. “You don’t have to pretend to be so virtuous in this side of the world. What matters is that everything that belongs to you are being stolen away from you. One, by one.” Suran said, putting her glass down. “And imagine if I didn’t catch that ghoul who had committed treason to you.” Suran knows it’s futile trying to convince Yoongi but she has to at least try once. “One casuality is hardly any difference.”

“A life, is still a life, noona.” Yoongi exhales again before taking a much longer drag.

“Devour and live.” Suran spits it out like venom in her mouth. “That’s the Vescor motto. That’s the motto you build this organisation on. You can’t be sorry for every life taken.”

“What was his crime?” Yoongi mumbles. He really doesn’t want to deal with Suran. She doesn’t think much of other’s lives. To her, it’s all a game of chess. One pawn down, and she takes out her horse.

“He committed lese-majesty to you, Yoongi.”

“Proof?”

“He sided with the humans to capture those mermaids!” Suran tried to keep her tone as believable as possible. If Yoongi knows the real reason why she had caught the ghoul, she would be damned.

“Did he really? He’s a ghoul. Ghouls are hardly afraid of their own food. Can you really believe that a lion is petrified of a lamb?” Yoongi stands up in distaste and throws the cigarette stick on the floor before he stomps on it. Yoongi gives the black-haired woman a glance and makes his way to the door. He makes a mental note to drag Jeongguk to Stockholm (according to Suran) where a mermaid is rumoured to be auctioned off. Yoongi was willing to let the whole fiasco with the ghoul go because he got the information he needed out of it. Suran (as always) have gone out of her way and had done more than she should have. There are times when he appreciates it.

And then there are times like this… When he absolutely despises it. He hates it when she pushes his limits and forgets where she stands. Yoongi doesnt like putting her in her place. It’s usually Jeongguk or Namjoon’s job but at their absence, he has just got to get things done himself.

“You’ve become weak.” Suran said, pushing the glass off the table as it crashes on the ground loudly. Yoongi stares at the thick blood pooling on the brown cashmere carpet as it soaks in the material. “You disgust me. I might as well pledge my loyalty to the boy with green hair.” Yoongi’s eyes turn black at the mention of a certain boy with green hair. When Suran had noticed her little slip, she quickly turned to Yoongi with a naïve wish of it being left unheard.

But that isnt the case.

Her punishment starts now.

Suran’s eyes are clouded and what she sees is no longer what she recognizes as her room in Vescor but her own personal hell. She recognizes the mansion anywhere as it crumbles down with a whip of the monster’s tail. All her senses are blocked and taken away from her. She is completely in Yoongi’s mercy and the only thing she seem to be able to hear, see and feel is the heat beneath her feet, the screams of her deceased mother, getting bitten to half; still alive by the monster Yoongi is taking the shape of.

The blackness in Yoongi’s eyes had seeped into his blood vessels around his eyes and face, turning them black too. Yoongi has never smiled before but in this form, but he’s smiling now. The smile serves as a goad to Suran, as he puts on a smile that looks eerily similar to a Glasgow smile - the one that is very much similar to how her severed little sister’s head had on. Yoongi’s tongue had turned to that of a snake as he hisses out in distaste. Yoongi’s pale, soft skin turns scaly and his horns had come out of his head. His hands had turned to claws and they are much bigger than his usual pair.

He had turned into her worst nightmare. The creature that resembles a dragon that once killed her mother in front of her when she was at a ripe and tender age of 14.

“Should I just kill you now before you commit lese-majesty to me, Shim Suran?” Even Yoongi’s voice doesn’t sound like him. It sounds cold, void of emotions – void of Yoongi.

“N-No. I would never. You know that.” Suran whispers as she chokes for air. She had royally fucked up and she knows it. “M-My loyalty is only for you.” Suran is running out of air and running out of time. Tears are welling in her eyes and her throat burns. The blood she was drinking are insanely loud thumping in her ears and if it gets any louder, she would really lose her ability to hear. When she blinks, tears stream down like waterfalls as her fingers numbly try to pry his grip from her throat but to no avail. She has never seen Yoongi so pissed before and now that she’s seen it, she’s very sure she doesn’t want to see it any time soon. She would have never thought Yoongi would use her weakness against her.

“What do you know about the green haired boy, Suran?”

“Nothing.” Yoongi tightens his grip. ‘Bullshit’, Yoongi thought. Suran rarely ever opens her mouth if she doesnt have a lead. “I’ve got a name.” She whispered before Yoongi lets his grip around her neck go. Suran drops to the floor, on the pile of blood and shards of glass. She can hardly feel the pain when the glass stuck in her skin as she cries in pain, in sadness and most of all, fear.

For the first time in her life, she fears Min Yoongi.

“Talk.” Yoongi said, in his normal voice as he crouches in front of Suran. He sees how she visibly shakes when he gets too close as she desperately tries to keep her hysteric cries in. Her vision is still clouded behind her tears as she tries to keep herself calm.

“H-He goes by many names.” Suran swallows, keeping her gaze down on the floor, fixated on the blood pooling beneath her. “What I know is that he calls himself Ji.”

Without anymore time to waste, Yoongi stands up as he straightens his jacket. “Clean yourself up and text me the location in Stockholm. I’m leaving with Jeongguk by tomorrow. And please keep in mind that I was being merciful on you. If you cross the line one more time, I won’t hesitate to kill you, Shim Suran.” Yoongi said as he left without a glance or a reply. Suran only lets out choked sobs. She knows she had fucked up and she’s scared. She’s so fucking scared.

One thing she knows is that sleeping is going to be a bitch now that she saw the creature biting her mother into half, all the while the woman was screaming to her for help.

By the time the mint-haired prince leaves Vescor, it was a little over twilight and notices how the moon has made its appearance. The stars were strewn across the vast darkening sky, forming constellations above his head. Yoongi knows what each star meant; he knew the story behind each star as he finds himself staring in disdain. Astraea, the goddess of the stars was once his history tutor. She had taught him the history of man-kind, the Divine and the Fallens. ‘The stars have seen so many things and have lived as long as I’, Yoongi remembers the silver haired goddess said as she continues unravelling the stories that Yoongi doubts are suitable for kids his age. But that’s just how Astraea has always been for the Goddess of the stars have never lied. She isnt one to sugar coat things which makes her the least favourite of all but she managed to become Yoongi’s favourite.

Other than being his tutor, Astraea had also become a story teller. Unbeknownst to those who lives under her stars or to those who lives around them, her stars tells stories differently every night. If he tried hard enough, he would have understood the story of the stars tonight but alas, the light pollution of Seoul had ruined it.

From where he is, he knew what each star is for and how they connect with each other to form shapes and figures like that stupid horse and human hybrid and the maiden, Virgo. Astraea also told him that humans, Divines and Fallens alike are all connected like the stars. They are all just stars in the vast universe, connected to form a constellation by an unseen line. It is similar to the popular Japanese belief – the red string of fate but rather than tangled threads, Yoongi prefers being another star in Astraea’s galaxy; another star to form a much more complicated constellation with a story behind it.

Despite that, the stars have never really stood out to him before for he doesn’t think they’re particularly any special. Rather than being amazed at the stars, it is Astraea whom they should be amazed at.

As Yoongi walks away from Vescor, he overheard a girl telling her lover that she has never understood the stars before until she meets her girlfriend, tracing the freckles on her lover’s cheeks. The other girl had giggled shyly, a warm pink surrounding the pair of lovers. “Your freckles have now formed the constellations of my love.” She said before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the lips. Yoongi doesn’t have anything against same sex lovers but if the lover claims that her girlfriend’s freckles form the constellations of her love, then her love resembles Cetus. He left the pair of lovers be and walks off.

He doesn’t understand the whole stars concept and why humans have the need to ‘fathom them’. They can barely see the stars with all this light pollution and neither can they make out constellations so how can the stars ever be fathomed? They are missing yet another extraordinary story Astraea is trying to tell them from above.

They are but a ball of gas lightyears away from Earth. They could be scattered all the way around the 9 realms that surround them and he still thinks its shit.

Rather than the stars, the ruby earrings he’s going to buy for Jin as a gift of reconciling are much prettier.

And so, Yoongi had ended up buying the ruby earrings for Jin and a sapphire necklace for a particular boy whose smile makes his eye disappear into small crescent behind his cheeks.

But when the prince got home, he had changed his mind and gave the sapphire necklace to his little brother instead.

“You got me a gift?” Jeongguk asks, bewildered. It isnt like Yoongi had never spoiled him with gifts before. Instead, Yoongi had given Jeongguk mountains of jewellery – jewellery that came from the finest stones of Infernum some of which Yoongi doesn’t wear. It isnt a secret that his little brother likes being pretty. It isnt a secret that Yoongi likes watching his little brother being all pretty wearing the stones he gave him. But this time, it’s different for the mint-haired prince had bought Jeongguk a very expensive, very much not what Jeongguk would wear – a sapphire necklace. It freaked the younger out. Nevertheless, Yoongi knows that Jeongguk will keep it on anyways.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to do with it. I don’t care.”

“For whom did you originally buy it for?” Yoongi keeps quiet as he hands the other box to Namjoon who is on his supercomputer with his glasses on.

“Give this to Jin-hyung wont you?” The prince said as he lays on the floor. Yoongi has been walking all around Seoul for the right type of stone and quality to buy for his best friend. He knows that if he were to buy Jin a pair of shitty quality ruby earrings, the latter would have thrown the gift away, thinking it was an insult on Yoongi’s side and that’s the last thing the prince wants.

“Yoongi-hyung! Tell me!” Yoongi groans at the sparkly eyed Jeon jeongguk.

“Stop being a nosy brat and fuck off.” The oldest demon said without much venom to it. “Anyway, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m obviously helping out at ‘Bunga’ tomorrow. Jesus knows how Hoseok-hyung has been putting up.” Jeongguk laughs mainly to himself as the younger disappears to the kitchen.

“Accompany me to Sweden tomorrow.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asks in the kitchen as he presses the button on the kettle and the sound of water boiling fills the house.

Namjoon stopped working for a while as he stares at the computer screen. “Guk-ah!”

“Yes, Namjoon-hyung?” The younger is rummaging the cabinet for some ramyeon. When the younger found it, he smiles in victory.

“Are you makng ramyeon?”

There is a small silence as the younger hesitated on answering. When he realises it’s futile to lie to his brothers, he answers with a dejected sigh. “Yes.”

“Make some for me.” Jeongguk stares at the 5 packet-ramyeon in his hands and frowns. He had planned to eat all 5 alone long before he had gone to the Mediterranean and long before the two came back from Infernum.

“No.”

“Come on, kid. Please.” Namjoon had resumed working as he got into the deep web, finding for information brokers that may help him and Jackson find a boy with green hair.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Just make him the god damn ramyeon.” Yoongi had been listening quietly to the conversation and he was getting frustrated. He wants some too.

“Do you want one too?” Jeongguk grumbles from the kitchen, mumbling something incoherently under his breath.

“Not if you put in weird ass things.” Jeongguk was about to put in the liver of a human who has never drank or taken any drugs he bought at a high price on his way back from the Mediterranean. He wraps it properly and hid it in the back of the freezer, hopefully his elder brothers don’t realise it.

The first time the two older demons had asked the younger to make ramyeon for them, the younger had put in human teeth, eye balls, and a few other unidentified organs into the ramyeon for ‘extra flavour’.

‘Kid’s got issues.’ Yoongi said once to Namjoon, pushing the bowl away. Yoongi has never been one to be fond of organs. Especially not human organs.

‘We need to make him stop hanging out with Suran-noona.’ Namjoon thought, pushing the eyeball around in the ramyeon as they watch the younger gulp down his portion of the ramyeon. Namjoon had stabbed the eye out as he licks his lower lip in delight. The kid at least gave him a blue coloured eye.

“I won’t. I’m over that phase. Although I might put in those blue eyes Namjoon-hyung likes.” Yoongi stopped talking. He knows how much Namjoon likes the sweet blue eyes and he couldn’t bring himself to say no to even that.

Ah, Jeon jeongguk had truly grown. Much selfless now than when he was still a little brat.

“Gukkie, surely you’ve heard of a mermaid.” Yoongi answers, his arm over his eyes.

“It’s just a rumour, hyung. Surely you don’t believe it. How can humans capture the mermaid so easily? They swim fast and are stronger than 3 men combined.” Jeongguk asks from the kitchen. “They’ll get out on their own. They’re strong enough to bend steel. Even Jin-hyung aren’t strong enough to do that.”

“It isnt a rescue mission, Guk.” Yoongi said as he makes a face. That’s not what they’re going for. “Suran told me that the said kidnapped mermaid is the only eye witness to the huge massacre of the People of Poseidon a week ago.” Yoongi hears a soft ‘ah’ from the kitchen. Surely jeongguk must have caught up. His main goal isnt rescuing a damsel in distress. His main goal to find out who the little fuck who had gone out of his way to lay a hand on the People of Poseidon. And if the mermaid cooperates, he will let her go but if she refuses, then Yoongi has no business with her and what happens afterwards is free game.

“Yeah, okay. I can get it done.” Jeongguk said and almost immediately, Yoongi hears his little brother calling someone on the phone. The blonde young demon didn’t have to wait long. His call is picked up by the first ring and a sharp ‘yes’ is heard.

“It’s me. We’re coming.” Jeongguk said in Swedish fluently and he had hung up the same time the kettle went off.

Yoongi finds himself awake still awake on the floor of the living room where he had originally laid on as soon as he got home. He is aware of the water dripping noisily onto the dirty dishes jeongguk had promised to do after they had done eating a few hours ago. The said demon is deep asleep, still wearing the sapphire necklace Yoongi had given him earlier. Namjoon is snoring at this point, the light from his computer is the only light source in the room apart from Seoul’s light seeping into the room.

He doesn’t know why it feels very nostalgic to hear water dripping as he lays on the cold floor. It feels like he has been in this position for so many times it feels like his body is accustomed to feeling like that. And all of a sudden, his heart beat increases. It feels like someone is coming, someone is watching him and someone is out to hurt him.

But who?

He is the most powerful one. He is the prince of Infernum. Who dares to come up against the prince of darkness himself? He is Hades’s son. His very name elicits fear and his presence smother people.

Yoongi pulls himself into a sitting position and the first thing he sees is the brown piano next to the balcony. It feels like the moon is goading him for the shine on the run-down piano seems to be more prominent than any other surface in the area. He suddenly feels a sense of loss and want and things he doesn’t understand anymore. He has never felt this way before so why is he feeling all this gush of emotions all at once at a time like this.

He runs his fingers through his mint hair in frustration. “Ah fuck.” The demon gathers himself off the floor and makes his way to the door without his jacket. He isnt sure what he wanted but he knows he needs to get out from the house. It makes him feel smothered to be in that house. The piano, the floor, the water dripping. Everything. It feels too real to be an imagination and too vague for it to be a memory.

Yoongi found himself buying some alcohol and some weed he had bought from a pusher at an incredibly high price for such a shitty grade for an equally shitty excuse of it being a weekend. He had rolled it himself and lighted it up as he walks towards the Hangang Park with the bottle in hand and a smoke in between his lips. He had wanted to just release some air and hopefully to be alone but what he find are couples snuggling into each other. It’s at least 2 in the morning and humans are still up and about. If only they know the other creatures lurking in the night, waiting to devour them.

He did find it, at a place where there’s hardly any lights around and away from the Han River. He had finished his second smoke and was rolling a third joint when he came across a remote area from the noisy park filled with light and sight pollution.

What he didn’t expect is to find a pink-haired boy with in a blue wool sweater on the bench, sitting with his legs near his chest as he stares up in the sky. Yoongi wants to approach him but how does he do that without looking like a creep? There isnt a better way to do so and he thought he’d just find another place. Besides, it’s not smart to be in a place where there isnt anyone around them as witness. Yoongi would have lost control at Jimin’s scent considering he hasn’t been sleeping around after Ken had turned to Jimin that night.

To Yoongi’s surprise, just as he was about to turn around and leave, a figure whose existence he hasn’t noticed coughed a tad bit loudly, meeting Yoongi’s steel blue eyes in fear before scrambling away. And this time, those deep blue eyes are swimming in fear when he notices that yoongi had noticed him in the same sweater from earlier and the spots of dark red only deepens. The boy with dark blue eyes only gave one look at the pink-haired boy before leaving his spot behind the thick bushes that the park provides. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice that the boy is paler than this morning. What happened to him in a short period of time? Why isnt he in Aphrodite?

Yoongi wanted to leave along with the boy when Jimin turns around to find the mint-haired prince with a surprised look before fading into a soft smile. Although the face he has on is a friendly one, his eyes are searching – wondering. When the pink-haired boy’s brown eyes finally meet his, he gave Yoongi a more honest smile – a smile that’s different from all the times he had on when he was in the café. It feels sincere, raw and Jimin. It didn’t meet his eyes but at least it reflects the emotions he was feeling. When his usual white turns to a melancholic blue, Yoongi replies his smile and clears his throat. What was Yoongi supposed to do? Leave? The prince lights the joint in between his lips using a lighter he brought around for show as he exhales out a puff of smoke.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jimin said and Yoongi scoffs, sitting next to the pink-haired boy on the bench. He takes a deep drag and exhales away from Jimin and before he can throw it on the ground and stomp on it, Jimin had taken it from his grasp and places it in between his lips. “It’s puff, puff pass.” The boy mumbles as he takes a puff and exhales as he watches how the grey smoke fade into the night sky. The effects must have slowly kicked in after he finished the joint by himself whilst the prince watches with the corner of his eye. “Why are you here at this hour?”

“Wish I could ask you the same question.”

“Too bad I asked you first, right?” Jimin said teasingly as he takes in the final drag and throws it on the ground and stomps it with the heel of his Converse. Yoongi smirks at the reply as he shrugs.

“I couldn’t sleep. It feels smothering to be in the house.” The prince had leaned into the bench and looked up in the sky to find stars shining over their heads. It’s much easier now to see the stars without the artificial lights blinding it.

Jimin nods in response. When he opens his mouth, Yoongi prays that the younger doesn’t give his insight. He doesn’t want a reply or a response on how they’ve been there and try to make it better. He just couldn’t sleep. It’s not that deep. And his prayers must have been heard by someone because Jimin had replied the answer to his question. “I am waiting for someone.”

‘Ah, that’s why he was looking for someone when he saw me.’ Yoongi stays quiet, not wanting to press on the matter. If he wants to talk, he will.

“I used to have a best friend,” Jimin starts, staring into the sky too. “we used to meet each other here every night at 2. It was the time when it was the calmest and this is the only place in Seoul where the stars can be seen.” Yoongi wonders if the best friend Jimin was waiting for was already there but for some reason flee away when his cover was blown.

“Does he ever show up?” Yoongi asks and Jimin shakes his head.

“At this point, I’m just hoping. I mean I’ve been waiting for years. He never once showed up. I guess he thinks I’m mad.” Jimin chuckles before his lips form a thin, grim line. “I am still mad but he’s my best friend.” Yoongi stays quiet as he wonders what the best friend had done to make such a sweet person like Jimin mad. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” He apologises with an awkward laugh and Yoongi looks at him. He’s not sorry. The both of them knows it as the human boy reaches out for his cheek and strokes it backwards till his fingers find his nape.

“It’s fine. If there’s something you want to vent, let it out. The stars will keep them safe and I’ll remember it.”

“Stars.” He said, running his fingers through his pink locks. When he breathes out and the wind gently blows, Yoongi’s nose caught on an extra substance that he has been ignoring. The smell of booze. Jimin has been drinking. But of course, his scent masks it out easily. Yoongi had to control his breathing and not breathe in too much. He might get intoxicated in Jimin’s scent and that won’t be the wisest thing to let happen. “I guess that’s what he is.”

By the end of the night, Yoongi had concluded that Jimin is the sun, his ex-boyfriend is the moon and the best friend is the stars.

It was a tale of love, friendship and heart break.

The two couple are the sun and the moon that lights up everyone’s sky, who loves each other so dearly, their love blinds all; including themselves. They love hard and fast but fate had been cruel to the pair of lovers.

It is never up for debate that Jimin is the one who had given the moon its light – the warmth, the euphoria and love. In turn, before, the moon had reciprocated his feelings as well.

And then sun had given another gift to moon; one that he regrets forever.

He had given moon his stars.

He had introduced the moon to the stars and all of a sudden, the moon was seen with the stars and they’re the duo that lights everyone’s dark days.

And there’s no longer light and love in the moon’s gaze. Only burnt out love and a forgotten passion for the stars that had become his new sun.

Yoongi had watched how Astraea’s stars had moved according to the story and he knows at the back of his mind the goddess had accounted the story told by the boy next to him. It was a secret shared by only the three of them and the rest are being swept by the wind so no one will ever know.

It was dawn when Yoongi walk Jimin back home.

The younger had let Yoongi walk him home with his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, making the prince lose his grip on his thin thread of control a couple of times before he held onto it twice harder. Yoongi isnt sure why he refuses to just take what he wanted. He has always been good at that. He could have just kidnapped the pink-haired boy and do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to him but for some reason, he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to hurt Jimin. It may be because he reminds him of his best friend, Yaksoku or he makes great coffee. He doesn’t know which but he’s not going to hold back the moment Jimin asks for it.

“We’re here.” Yoongi mumbles, nudging the younger boy a little.

“Can we walk around the complex again?” Jimin asked and Yoongi really couldn’t say no despite walking around the complex and taking a few detours for the third time now.

“You need to sleep.”

“But I feel safe and warm with you. Besides, the necklace always showed me pretty colours when it’s around you.” Jimin whines.

“I thought it freaked you out.”

“It’s pretty.” Jimin yawns. “Can we please walk around one last time?”

“Alright, one more time and I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” Jimin wasn’t lying. He really thinks the colours the necklace shows are pretty. By this time, he already has a few favourite ones. Jimin isnt an idiot. He is far from that. He had been the class president throughout the years he was in high school and had always managed to get nothing less than 90% on his tests. He knows that no matter how weird it is, the necklace somehow is connected to Yoongi. It doesn’t make any sense to him and Science couldn’t be used to explain it but he remembers vaguely that Yaksoku had told him that the necklace was given to understand her friend better but when did Yoongi ever gave her the necklace? She had it on even before he stayed with her.

When Yoongi nudges him again, Jimin pouts and looks up to the male. “Keep your promise.” Yoongi said and Jimin stays quiet as he scans Yoongi’s features. The man before him couldn’t be a day over 30 so why is the necklace reacting so much with him? Maybe he was wrong and the necklace isnt reacting to Yoongi. It was probably someone else. “Jimin?” Yoongi calls out, frowning.

Jimin wanted to try the hypothesis but maybe later when they’re more acquainted with one another. “Will you be coming to the Promise Café today?” Jimin asks and Yoongi flashes the human his infamous gummy smile as he ruffles Jimin’s hair.

“I’ll drop by.” Yoongi promises and Jimin feels a nostalgic warmth creeping up in his heart.

“I’ll take that as a promise to make you a banana chocolate milkshake and a cup of coffee.” Jimin smiles as the prince mumbles an ‘ok’ as he stays put and watches the pink-haired boy walk into his meagre apartment.

Yoongi was about to leave when Jeongguk had called his phone.

“Hyung, we have a problem. Styx-noona had reached out to me in a hurry. The New Rule of Infernum had walked into the castle and he has an army with him.”

Chapter 6

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virmillion · 6 years

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What Was Missing

me? writing something unrelated to what i’m supposed to be working on again? it’s more likely than you think // aka i had another idea and wrote it down and hopefully it doesn’t suck // TLDR i try to write with some different tools and it maybe isnt terrible but i guess we’ll find out (@ the limericks, im lookin at you)

a n g s t (or at least my attempt at it)

Pairings: none, maybe prinxiety if you squint

Warnings: blood mention, lots of yelling, character death (sort of), let me know if you see any more

Word count: 4k ish

It started as most problems do in the mindscape—a sudden absence, a feeling that something was missing. Something, someone, who really knew anymore? With Roman gallivanting off to his room every odd day to fight another dragon witch, his booming voice was rarely missed so much as endured when it was present. Logan, research in hand, was oft to chain himself to a desk and not back away until his eyes were burning, eyelids heavier than his textbooks. Patton, so concerned with keeping everything together among the other three, rarely had a chance to shut himself away for some peace and quiet, no no no, his responsibilities were too great. But one day, one certain day that had no peculiar charm nor supernatural air about it, his duties felt… shorter, somehow. There was less to be taken care of, but Patton could not for the life of him tell you why. At least, not until the gaping hole demanded it be noticed, not until it was screaming so hard and so loud, Patton might well have gone deaf in its efforts. The only problem with it being so loud and so insistent lies within its very nature—this absence is not the sort to announce itself, so much as it is the type to slink away quietly, to duck out when nobody’s looking. Maybe this is why Patton initially seeks out Roman to inquire about his relaxed day. Maybe this is why Logan didn’t set down his research quickly enough. Maybe this is why they were too late.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Patton says one unremarkable morning, knocking gently on Roman’s door. The emptiness down the hall screams bloody murder, all consuming to each of Patton’s senses. Maybe this is why Patton is too disoriented to realize that, for once, Roman isn’t the source of the noise. Maybe this is why Roman cautiously eases the door open, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade, only to be met with the concerned face of the moral side.

“What’s up, Patton?” Roman replies, widening the door like screaming jaws as he lets his hand relax a bit from the sword. Not all the way, though.

“Something just feels off, y’know?” Patton struggles to put into words his feelings, his subconscious distracted by the cries and yells and shouts. “It’s as if the last few days have been really, I don’t know, simple? I haven’t had to do as much, and it just doesn’t feel right.”

“Can’t say I understand,” Roman apologizes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there is a dragon witch I really must be off to see. If you could be so kind?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Patton nods, backing out of the room as Roman draws his sword. Maybe the door closes too quickly for Roman to notice the strained look in Patton’s eyes, or the way he can’t quite seem to stop tugging his ear, like too much sound is being absorbed at once. Maybe the finality of Roman’s door slamming shut is what steers Patton away from what could have saved the absence.

At Logan’s room across the hall, Patton doesn’t bother with knocking on the door that’s already ajar, instead walking straight through the impossibly clean room to the hunched figure in the chair. It jerks awake as Patton taps it lightly on the shoulder, revealing Logan huddled under a mass of blankets, his eyes swollen pits of red and grey from inadequate sleep. The same blanket is bunched around the base of his chair as when Patton put it there two nights ago.

“What is it, Patton?” Logan demands, his eye twitching gently. Maybe it’s from overworking himself. Maybe he hears the cries, too. “I have very important work to be doing here, as you should very well know.”

“Well, yes,” Patton admits, “but you look as if the only work you’ve been doing is catching up on the sleep you never get. I had something else to bring up with you, but, um,” he glances over at Logan’s pristine bed, looking as impeccable as if it had never been slept in before. Patton has a sneaking suspicion this might be the case, but maybe he’s just a little tired, too.

“I have absolutely no requirement for such frivolous endeavours as sleep,” Logan scowls, disgust lacing every word. “You most of all should know that we hardly require any of that human nonsense, from sleep to hydration to food. With all of your silly baking festivities, I would expect you to have figured that out already.” Patton bites his lip before he can make some sort of joke out of the situation, knowing quite well that this isn’t the time. Maybe there’s never really a time to make a joke with any of them. Maybe the yells are in his head, and he just needs to let them pass over, like an angry storm cloud.

In his own room, Patton takes a few deep breaths, desperate to let the warm lights in his room soak through his skin, make the noises go away. Why should he be desperate, anyway? He’s had so much extra time, he got to see everyone in the mindscape today! Roman, and Logan, and—and—and—and—

The lights suddenly get brighter, too bright, as the yells crescendo, turning into shouts into screams then back into cries into sobs into whimpers into silence. Patton rubs his temples gently. Maybe he’s just overworked. Maybe he’s just exaggerating the problem. Lots of people hear things that aren’t there. You’re not a person, Patton. Patton knows this. He knows that he’s not human, that there’s no reason for baking or sleeping or drinking, but it’s all in good fun. All for enjoyment. The yelling is not enjoyment. He did not ask for the yelling. In fact, he would much prefer to have the yelling silence itself. Maybe he’ll go take care of it himself.

It’s impossibly cold out here

Way up on the highest tier

Why haven’t they come?

It’s all so numb

Why can you not recall the year?

“Now where is that blasted dragon witch?” Roman mutters to himself, stalking silently through the cattail reeds, sword drawn. Itching for something, anything, to fight, Roman lashes out at a blade of grass in front of him. Before he can mow it down, the noise returns. Quite obnoxious, to be frank, but indelible nonetheless. It skewers through his skull, screaming as his sword swings, stopping it short to smack the grass blade and allowing the green spike to swipe back at him, scratching the side of his face. Louder, louder, the noise mumbles and moans and mourns and Roman must move on, make more progress meeting his maker in the scaled madam making her monstrosities as Roman remains in the reeds. The noise gets louder. Roman chops through the sea of grass. The screams cut across his clothes, criss-crossing so crassly the prince can almost catch the cutlass in his hand.

Somewhere ahead, a dragon roars, undercut by a woman’s scream. Not a damsel in distress. This damsel is the distress. Damn. Roman throws his arms over his head, squeezes his biceps, anything to make that screaming shut up. Not enough. He backs carefully out of his room, head pounding, sword thrown haphazardly in its scabbard, and the whole package is tossed into the reeds. That’s a problem for later. Roman’s head pounds harder, hurting, hurts oh God help him he heaves with his hands on his knees hearing every helpless howl hammering through his head help him please help.

In the lounge, the furthest room possible from the yelling screaming cursing crying, Roman collapses upon a couch. Something under his back, sharp and prodding, makes him sit up. A pair of bulky headphones. Now where on earth could these have come from? Regardless of the reason, Roman slips them over his ears, expecting some sort of punk song to carry him away, tuning out the cries for help.

Why though? Why does he expect a punk song to come on? He doesn’t even know where these headphones came from, any more than he can explain away the screaming that grows ever louder. Why is it so. Loud?

“Oh thank gosh Roman you’re out here,” Patton sighs in relief, stumbling into the lounge area with one fist curled against his head. Worry lines etch themselves into his face, deeper than if they’d been there for years. Replacing something else that was there for years. Or never there. “Why are you just sitting down? I’d expect you to at least be doing something exciting.”

“I am, I’m listening to the—the head—the headphones—the headphones.” Roman’s voice trips over itself, warping and warbling, where were the headphones why wasn’t he holding the headphones was he ever holding the headphones why weren’t they there when were they there?

“Okay buddy, whatever you say,” Patton smiles, not seeming to notice the little… we’ll call it a glitch… in Roman’s system. “Want some cookies?”

“Don’t you do anything else besides bake?” Roman sneers. Something pushes at his mind, the yelling, thoughts, something, but it screams and cries to stop, not to get going on an argument he wants no part in. The yelling is louder. “Last I checked, we all had real duties to perform to help Thomas, and making cookies at the drop of a hat isn’t exactly a useful skill to a living person with real thoughts and feelings.” Roman gives Patton a once-over, suddenly standing—when did he stand up he was supposed to be sitting down—and continues, ignoring the hurt welling up in his companion’s eyes. “Oops, I guess that would imply that you, feelings, are real. My bad.” Stop it Roman stop hurting him stop it!

“Right. I’ll just, um, I’m just gonna be over, y’know, somewhere that isn’t, uh, isn’t in here.” Patton rushes out, both hands pressed against his face now. Roman sags a bit, sitting standing sitting standing kneeling sitting standing sitting standing sitting sitting sitting sit still. Bounce bounce bounce back and forth between being everywhere and being nowhere and being everything in between. The screaming increases. Help.

It’s probably been but a day

You were always just in the way

They don’t know it’s you

Your screams coming through

Forgotten, you may as well stay

“Honestly, how am I expected to get important work done for Thomas when I’m plagued by that infernal sound?” Logan mutters, whipping the blanket off of his back. Who does Patton think he is, intruding on Logan’s privacy like that without asking? The blanket is still in the way, rumpled in a heap over his feet, so Logan does the most logical thing he can think of—kicking it across the room, getting progressively more pissed each time it doesn’t cooperate by breaking the laws of physics. Is that really so much to ask?

The blanket finally beaten into submission, Logan makes for the commons, a permanent grimace set upon his face as the yelling recedes behind him. Expecting a calm scene in which he can bask in silence, Logan is sorely disappointed by what greets him in the lounge; Patton staring at a wall, motionless, and Roman sitting standing sitting standing not holding still. How displeasing.

“Have you two seriously lost your grip so easily?” Logan demands, freezing Roman in place and getting Patton to snap his head over. “Regardless of why this sound is occurring, we all need to work together to resolve it.”

“All?” Roman asks. Patton echoes him, softer and more unsure.

“Yes. All.”

“But we aren’t all here.”

“I can’t say I understand what you mean. You, me, and Patton. All.”

“But that’s not, I mean, it isn’t like we just—”

“Roman, I have never known you to fumble for words so largely as this,” Logan scolds. “All. Three of us. That is all. Now, if you’re done with whatever your situation is, we really need to get back to the task at hand—getting rid of that sound.” Roman casts his eyes down, face burning, but he’s finally sitting down, and staying that way. The cries get louder.

“Patton, care to share your input?” Patton mutters something about the days being easier, the same spiel he fed Logan not long before. “Not that. Something useful would be nice.” Patton quiets, biting his lip. A tinge of something, regret perhaps, floods through Logan for a split second, but just as quickly, it vanishes.

“Okay. Alright. What’s missing?” Logan tries. His glasses slip down his nose. He does not adjust them.

“It’s really loud,” Roman offers, “so it must have been important.”

“Then why can’t I remember it?” Patton hisses, gripping his forehead tightly. His fingers go white. Louder.

“Maybe it was just annoying, and this is its lingering irritation,” Logan says.

“It’s down at the end of the hall with our rooms,” Patton begins, flinching at nearly every word. Too loud. Make it stop. “Maybe we could investigate down there?”

“I second it,” Roman replies. “It’s as good a place to start as any.” As one, not dissimilar to a hive mind, the trio rises—when did Logan sit down?—and move toward the screeching. Ice cold laces through their blood, frozen fingers creeping down their backs as their ears seem to split. If you asked them later, none of the three could tell you whether their feet walked them down the hall, or the room pulled itself closer, using their agony as a grappling point. Louder. Deafening. One way or another, they arrive at the screaming door, vibrating from the noises coursing through it, all amplified by the door itself. The bravest of the bunch, Roman, cowers in fear. He’s not about to touch that monstrosity. The brain of the bunch, Logan, knows in his mind that the door can’t really hurt him. He does not reach for the handle. Patton. Patton stretches a hand, fingers trembling as the sound leaps across the axons and the dendrites to his nails and skitters through his bones, weaving between muscles and fat to fill him up until he’s gasping, choking, overflowing. Patton opens his mouth to let it escape, and the screeching heightens. Louder. Louder. LOUDER.

Screaming and crying and shouting and moaning all at once, Patton wrestles the door handle down and presses forward, first with the handle, then his other hand, and his shoulder and his foot and Logan and Roman join in, pounding the door that refuses to give way to their attacks on it.

The handle shatters in Patton’s hand.

The screaming stops.

A soft sigh takes its place.

Then silence.

They’re actually trying to look

All because your voice is a hook

Here you remain

Your ears unstained

Maybe now you should close the book

Patton glances at the shards of metal in his hand, then back to Logan and Roman. He’s so stunned, he almost can’t feel the edges digging into his skin, feel the tiny red pearls beading at the surface. He holds them tighter, trying desperately to hold onto what the three all realized before it can vanish again.

Virgil.

We forgot Virgil.

“Patton, your hand,” Roman murmurs, looking at the offending body part that refuses to let go of the handle, refuses to let go of what he can’t believe he forgot. Maybe he doesn’t deserve to remember.

“We need to get that wrapped up,” Logan adds. He takes Patton gently by his free hand, pulling him down the hall toward the commons, where they keep a few first aid kits, just in case.

We forgot Virgil.

Suddenly, Patton is in the commons, barely wincing as Logan carefully wraps bandages around his hand, Roman extracting the shards of metal as he goes. Maybe each stab is a fraction of what Virgil felt.

We forgot Virgil.

Maybe Virgil forgot them.

Patton looks on blankly as Logan finishes, gently tightening the wrapping and tying it off. “We need to help him,” he mumbles. Logan waves it off, checking the floor for any lost metal pieces. “We need to help him.”

“We need to figure out why he’s gone first,” Logan retorts. “We don’t know why he left, and we don’t want to make it worse. At least it’s finally quiet.”

We forgot Virgil.

“Yeah, remember how we left it last?” Roman cuts in. Patton shakes his head.

“It all kind of went foggy right up until that screaming.” Virgil’s screaming.

“There was an argument,” Logan begins.

“Thomas was having a social problem,” Patton continues.

“He was worrying,” Roman fills in.

“We told him off.”

“He went silent.”

“Didn’t even fight back.”

“Sank out.”

“No sarcasm.”

We forgot Virgil.

“We need to help him.”

“We still only have the vaguest of reasons for his disappearance,” Logan says. “We cannot afford to make it any worse, if this is the least we’ve seen of what is involved with a missing Virgil.” A missing Virgil. A thing to be fixed. Not a friend to be found.

“Maybe the room will tell us,” Patton whispers. Grasping at straws. Anything.

We forgot Virgil.

“Right, the room that shattered the thing you need to get inside of it. Brilliant, Patton, truly a work of genius,” Roman sneers, bouncing between sitting and standing again.

“Not the time for attitude,” Logan reprimands. “It’s the only idea we have to go off of, so we may as well, given the lack of success shown by ignoring the noise.”

“Not noise. Virgil.” Patton sniffles.

We forgot Virgil.

Patton is the first to rise and head for the door with no handle, now a deafening silence in contrast to the aching screams of earlier. Logan follows, all efficiency and strategy, despite the fact that no one is really sure what to do next.

“Even if we find out why he’s missing, that won’t bring him back,” Roman complains. “Besides, do we really need the Edgelord back?” Patton clenches his undamaged fist in an effort not to do something he’ll regret later.

Through gritted teeth, he spits, “of course we need him back. He’s one of us.”

With no small amount of discomfort in the air, the trio makes their way to the silent door, each peering down and squishing in to try to see through the hole left by the door handle.

Only gaping space beyond.

You know, it’s really not so bad like this

They claim to regret, yet remain remiss

You like being alone

This could be a home

This is how you leave, vanished like a wisp

“Move aside,” Roman orders, stepping back with his sword drawn. Patton and Logan leap out of the way of the door as Roman charges. He raises his sword, giving a battle cry, and barrels forward.

The door opens.

Roman’s momentum carries him through, swinging his sword regardless as the door slams shut behind him. Patton and Logan remain outside.

His sword goes flying into an endless abyss of stars and blackness. The red sash across his white attire tightens, constricting and squeezing like a viper before completely tearing off at the shoulder. Now a limp ribbon, it follows the sword into nothingness.

“What’s going on?” Roman attempts, but his voice is too hoarse, too small, lost in everything and nothing. The world around him seems to expand by the second, nothingness multiplying by nothingness exponentially. Silent.

Where is Virgil?

Sound.

Behind him.

Roman turns to where the door is—was. Gone. Above it, a strip of nothingness with no stars in it. A silhouette against the shining lights. Roman blinks, shakes his head, blinks again, and he’s suddenly beside the silhouette, looking out at an endless expanse of space. He turns his head.

Virgil.

Before Roman can open his mouth, offer an explanation, ask for a reason, Virgil punches him in the face.

Hard.

Roman goes down.

Hard.

Virgil disappears, and the world splinters.

And shatters.

“Just shut up! Thomas doesn’t need you dragging him down like this!”

“I hate to say it, kiddo, but Roman’s right. You really don’t need to be so… much.”

“Indeed, your excessive overtime is dragging all of us down with you. Don’t you suppose you might feel better if you were to, perhaps, lay low? Stay quiet?”

They’re always demanding your silence

They never consider emotions violence

Their words will bite

Don’t put up a fight

Just seclude yourself on your islands

“Too good to talk back? Come on Virgil, where’s that dry wit? Hit me with it! Hit me!”

“Roman, don’t taunt him. We don’t want him to get worse.”

“It may not be in our best interest to discuss this in front of him.”

You think your words aren’t ringing

Hatred in their bite stinging

But please have no fear

I’ll soon not be here

Not even a bell left dinging

“I wish he’d just leave, we’d all be better off and he knows it.”

“Now Roman—”

“I don’t think you should—”

“I hate him.”

Roman blinks again, finally remembering.

Why did he say that? It was a moment of weakness and stupidity, and he wants nothing more than to take it back. A little hard to do, given that Virgil is nowhere to be seen. Just space. The vast sky. And Roman. Alone. No sword. No sash. No purpose. What did you do?

“I just want to know one thing,” a voice whispers, coming from every direction at once. Impossibly quiet, to the point that Roman has to strain to hear it. “Why did you say it?” The drawling, apathetic tone, in a voice otherwise identical to his own, it has to be Virgil.

“I didn’t mean it, it was just the heat of the moment, I swear—” Roman babbles.

“I didn’t ask for excuses. I asked for a reason.”

“I don’t have one! Because I’m stupid, okay? That’s why.”

“Unfortunate.”

Roman waits with bated breath for the voice to come back, even just to yell at him some more, anything but being alone in this room.

Silence.

Alone.

Please come back.

Waiting.

“I just wanted to see the stars.” Roman glances to the right—the voice actually had a concentrated source this time. “You all forgot me, but no one forgets the stars.” A constellation takes shape in the distance, a vague silhouette of Virgil, unless Roman is just kidding himself. “No one forgets you.”

Before he can respond, Roman watches the world fall apart again, depositing him on the ground in an endless white space. He can’t tell where the walls end and the ceiling begins. The only thing standing out in this room, besides himself, is the black lacquer door. Stabbed through its center is his sword, his red sash twined around it.

The voice doesn’t come back.

Roman yanks the sword from the door with little resistance, fixing the sash over his shoulder. The door swings open. Patton and Logan are gone. He heads for the common area. Logan’s nose is buried in a book, while Patton stands at the counter icing cookies.

“Patton? Where’s, uh, where are your bandages?” Roman asks, looking at the hand that appears perfectly healed.

“Weird joke, Roman. Is that the kind of humor that’s hip with the kids these days?” Patton twirls an icing bag in the air. “I can be hip.”

“Logan, have you seen Virgil?” Roman asks as he moves out of the kitchen, leaving Patton to his cookies.

“Seen whom?” Logan doesn’t look up from his reading.

“Virgil! Anxiety? Hot Topic? Edgelord? J-Delightful?” Logan lifts an eyebrow and peers at Roman over his book.

“I will admit to not often utilizing humor, but even I know that this is not it.”

Roman leans against the back of the couch, suddenly unsteady as his mind is hit with too many thoughts at once. The most important one, the only one that truly matters, pierces his skull like so many unheard screams and cries.

They forgot Virgil.

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ootori-sibs · 3 years

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Kyoya's second shot

Episode twelve: A truth comes out!

Tw: self harm

Where the fuck were Kyoya's razorblades?? He couldn't find them anywhere, he'd been searching for a lieral hour and had to conceed that his bodygaurds must have thrown them out… fucking morons, didn't they know how Kyoya needed them? He couldn't cut without them, they'd even taken the bottle so he couldn't smash it and use glass shards. He was fucking angry, sat on the edge of his bath, so close to crying just because he couldn't draw blood. He'd taken to picking at his scars, hoping it would hurt enough to sate himself, but of course it didn't, nothing was good enough, but he was bleeding now- so that was fun. His phone buzzed as he started rubbing antibacterial soap into the wounds to try and get more pain out of the cuts, he checked it only to see a text from Arai.

Arai: good evening Kyoya!

just checking in to make sure you're doing alright?

Kyoya groaned, wiping the soap off of his hands with a towel. What an asshole, didn't he know Kyoya was busy? He couldn't hate Arai any more then he did at that moment- though he'd have hated anyone who texted him at this time the same.

Kyoya Ootori: My bodyguards threw my razors out.

So no, I'm not doing 'alright'.

Arai: why were you looking for your razors?

kyoya please tell me you werent about to cut again

Kyoya Ootori: Why does it matter to you anyway? They're not your arms.

Arai: kyoya please

you really shouldn't be doing that kind of thing

your bodyguards were right in taking them from you

Kyoya Ootori: How dare you say such a thing, my razors belong to me.

What they did was theft.

Arai: kyoya they were protecting you

Kyoya Ootori: I don't need protecting.

Arai: youre in pain kyoya

hurting yourself isnt good

Kyoya Ootori: I'm not in pain, I'm perfectly fine.

Arai: kyoya…

Kyoya stared down at his phone, wondering how the hell he was supposed to respond to that, he couldn't really fathom how Arai had expected Kyoya to respond. Oh. Oh, Arai was calling him, his phone was ringing. Kyoya wanted to ignore it, he wanted to throw his phone across the room but he'd been conditioned to always answer, so he picked up. "Why the hell are you phoning me?"

"I want to talk to you properly, you can't hide emotion over the phone."

He felt his blood boil at that, the commoner was trying to read him. Kyoya didn't even try to mask his rage, "well here's your emotion. Happy now?" He had spat the words out, glaring into the phone even though he knew Arai couldn't see him.

There was a beat of silence before Arai responded, "I'm not scared of you Kyoya," but Kyoya heard the fear in his voice, lips curling into a smirk. He left the bathroom, heading over to sit on his bed.

"Is that so~?" He purred into the phone, reminded of how intimidated Arabi had been during that first meeting, laying back on the bed, side-eyeing the phone, "you're not scared of me? Are you sure~?"

He could hear Arai sigh, "Kyoya, you can't act all big and scary when you've just admitted to self harm, you've been vulnerable, you can't back down from that, keep being brave. You're doing amazing Kyoya, do you want to try talking about how you feel?"

Kyoya tensed up, was I rage or fear he was feeling? He didn't know, but what he did know was that he was never going to open up to a fucking commoner! He huffed, all commoners were the same, "you fucking commoners think you're all so special huh? Haruhi tried to force me to talk to her too, right before she gloated about not loving Tamaki- you're just as horrible as she is and you're both poor so shut the fuck up and leave me ALONE!!!"

He sat up and threw his phone across the floor, not even bothering to hang up, he was sure Arai could manage that at least. He lay back down, turning on his side and just closing his eyes tight. He felt the guilt wash over him in a wave, his eyes were dry but tears bit him from the other side, he didn't want to open his eyes. Why couldn't he ask for help? Why couldn't he trust anyone? He was such a fucking idiot, he should be able to manage at least talking about his feelings, but he'd never done that before, he could confess to acts, but not to thoughts. Kyoya hated himself so much, he was so weak, he showed nothing but weakness, why did he have to be this way?

He must have fallen asleep, because when he finally opened his eyes, the sun was streaming in through his window, he didn't know what day it was, but he really didn't want to get out of bed. It was a school day however, so he had to. He dragged himself out of bed, comforted by the fact that Akira would be publishing his article today. Sitting at the mirror, Kyoya had decided to go with more blue and soft colours, it would help make him look more genuine when he confirmed the newspaper was telling the truth.

Just as he thought, the hosts read the newspaper the moment it came out, sitting around the room, eyes glued to the page. Kyoya read it himself as well, he enjoyed how accurate it was whilst also painting Haruhi as the villain she was. He kept glancing towards the other hosts, watching their expressions, unfortunately it seemed that they thought it was just some dumb rumour again, huffing and sighing at every sentance.

"Kyoya…" Tamaki's voice shook, but his tone was that of an order, Kyoya sat to attention, hoping to be able to play his part, "I thought I asked you to tell the newspaper club to stop writing nonsense about Haruhi?" Oh, oh ok, Tamaki didn't even care to ask if it was real. He must trust Haruhi quite a lot, stupid king.

Kyoya didn't even get to speak, clearing his throat only to be grabbed by the wrist, "come on, I'll go with you this time." It seemed Tamaki planned to have Kyoya threaten the newspaper club whilst he watched to make sure it worked. Kyoya felt a little hurt that Tamaki trusted Haruhi but not him, even if that distrust was entirely correct. Kyoya did try to quietly object, but was completely ignored by Tamaki, who had launched into a tirade about how disrespectful the newspaper club was and how dare they write such things about Haruhi- Haruhi would never say such things… Kyoya didn't know what to do, or what to say.

They entered the newspaper club, Tamaki first, with Kyoya trailing after him. Akira looked up from his desk, seeing Kyoya's expression and smirking in amusement, "is someone in the doghouse then, Ootori?"

Kyoya tensed up, glaring at the boy, how dare he mock him in front of Tamaki. Gritting his teeth, he spoke seriously, leaving no room for the bastard to laugh, "I haven't done anything wrong." He watched the surprise on Akira's expression, and the mild confusion on Tamaki's.

The king ignored this, too full of rage to question it, "I thought Kyoya had told you not to write slander and nonsense about Haruhi? Did you not listen? What is this?" He slammed the newspaper down on Komatsuzawa's desk at that, pointing at it.

Akira decided to be awfully cruel to Kyoya, knowing that Kyoya couldn't scream at him with Tamaki in the room. He had smiled, speaking the words that should absolve him of any guilty, "I'm sorry Souh, I was just doing what I was told."

Tamaki had paused at that, looking confused and glancing back at Kyoya for clarification. Kyoya could feel his heart jump into his throat, he was walking a fine tightrope here, there were very little options he had in that moment, and he planned to walk out of this room alive. So he swallowed, pointedly not meeting Tamaki's eyes, "I told him not to spread lies and slander, I…" he hung his head in mock shame, faking a sigh, "I didn't say anything about the truth."

"The truth??" Tamaki didn't seem happy with this, "you think that Haruhi actually said those things??" Oh, he didn't read the entire article, Kyoya glanced at him in confusion, surely he'd had read it, why wouldn't he read the whole thing?

Akira seemed to find this amusing, "did you even read the article? Ootori was who she told, our witness even mentioned how he almost hit her," he had chuckled at that, and Kyoya felt another spark of rage, he had tried so hard not to hit haruhi, how dare he make it seem like he had simply missed.

"I did not almost hit her," he spoke up, and he could see Tamaki's shock that the first thing Kyoya did wasn't disprove it, "I punched a wall."

Tamaki had frozen, "Kyoya…" he looked to be in shock slightly, considering for the first time that maybe Haruhi didn't love him, "is… is this the truth? Did she really say that to you..?"

Ah, here it was; Kyoya's time to shine. He hung his head, nodding quietly, "I'm sorry Tamaki…" he looked up, locking eyes with the blonde… god those eyes were beautiful, "I wanted to tell you… I really did..."

He was in tears now, poor Tamaki couldn't handle the idea of Haruhi using him like that. Kyoya glanced at Akira, glaring at him and mouthing for him not to say anything. He wraps an arm around Tamaki, doing his best to comfort the king. He didn't say anything but just let Tamaki sob onto his shoulder, the king babbling about Haruhi between sobs. Kyoya wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he just brought Tamaki back to the club room, holding him closely and making sure he's doing alright.

Kyoya's heart broke with every sob that left Tamaki, he felt guilty for the blonde finding out like this, but it wasn't him that had done wrong this time, it was Haruhi who had hurt Tamaki… she was villainising herself. The other hosts looked so surprised and worried when the duo entered, seeing Tamaki so down and distraught like this hurt all of them and made them so scared. Kyoya had just leant in and began to whisper apologies into the king's hair, sitting on the chaise lounge with him like this would usually be nice, but now it just felt bad… poor Tamaki.

"What happened?" Hikaru spoke up, the others nodding in agreement, they all looked so worried.

Kyoya sighed, glancing down at Tamaki, who was curled in on him, clinging and sobbing into his blazer, he glanced back at the twins, feeling worse then he thought he would. "He found out why Komatsuzawa was allowed to publish that story." They looked so confused by those words, not understanding why anyone would allow such slander, not believing it to be true for a second.

Haruhi looked like she'd seen a ghost, seconds away from crying, she reached out towards Tamaki, and Kyoya had half a mind to slap her hand away. Her voice was soft and filled with so much guilt that it took Kyoya by surprise, "Tamaki…" she didn't even use an honorific for him, just called him by his name, she's so disrespectful, hasn't she hurt him enou-

Kyoya's eyes fluttered open, he was laying on the chaise lounge, Tamaki was cradling him. The last thing Kyoya remembered was feeling a lot of pain in his face and oh, his nose still hurt. He blinked up at Tamaki, who still had tears in his eyes, but the club room was noticeably quiet. He went to sit up but Tamaki pushed him back down gently, "don't, it's ok, you're not missing anything, I told the teachers we would be busy."

"Wh-" it took Kyoya a moment to proceed what he meant, "are we skipping lessons??" He sat up again, this time in a panic, he couldn't miss any classes, his father would be so mad, he couldn't- Tamaki pushed him back down again, gently smiling.

"Shh, it's alright, Kyoya. I accidentally knocked you out so I've just been sitting here waiting for you to wake up, I'm sorry." Oh, that explains the sudden pain and blackout, but how did Tamaki knock him out so suddenly? Tamaki must have noticed his confusion, as he answered, "I gesture wildly while I'm emotional so I sort of uh… flipped out at Haruhi? I just sort of caught you in the nose with a stray hand…" Tamaki handed him a tissue, "here by the way, for the blood."

Kyoya took the tissue, barely registering that he had a nosebleed, too in awe at the fact that Tamaki had yelled at Haruhi, he had yelled at her. Kyoya felt almost overjoyed at that, hopeful for what that meant, "so… did you break up?"

Tamaki shook his head and Kyoya felt his joy evaporate, "no… but she said we'd talk 'like grownups' after school… so I don't know." The joy was replaced by hope, Haruhi would break up with Tamaki and Kyoya would be here to comfort him. Kyoya sat up again, this time Tamaki didn't push him down.

"I mean, personally I don't think she's very good for you…" Kyoya told the truth, trying not to upset Tamaki further, "she's a good friend, she's just… I don't want to say poor but… you know? She just doesn't understand you, she wasn't even trying." He sighed, reaching for his notepad, "tell you what Tamaki, I'll stay back after school while you speak with her, I'll just wait outside, then how about we have a sleepover at my place?" He offers an almost-smile, knowing that Tamaki will be looking for comfort.

He nodded, clearly understanding that it likely wouldn't go too well for him, "thank you Kyoya, I'd appreciate that." Tamaki took his hand, leaning in and butting his head against Kyoya's chest gently, "you're a great friend, thank you."

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jumpingjackets · 7 years

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Girls Protecting Girls (Angelica Schuyler x TransGirl!Reader)

Request:

Anonymous said: Hey! I recently came out as trans to my mom and to celebrate i was wondering if youd like to write some transgirl!readerxangelica where they go to the store and someone says that reader isnt a real girl and ang sticks up for them? If not its okay haha i just really love your blog

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Yes, of course! I’m really proud of you for having the courage to do that! Anyways, hope you like it!

TW: transphobia

Even though you were nervous out of your mind, you knew Angelica would be the most supportive out of everyone. She hugged you and cried and asked all kinds of questions. She held your hand throughout all of your rambles and listened to every word. After you were done speaking and your nerves died down, Angelica held you close to her chest and cuddled up until you feel asleep with a soft smile, feeling warm and secure in Angelica’s arms.

You woke up in your bedroom, wrapped around a few blankets, to the smell of cooking. You walked out to the kitchen, rubbing your tired eyes to see Angelica in an apron. Angelica already had a plate sitting on the counter for you.

“Good morning, princess.” She said, smile beaming. The pet name made your cheeks heat up and your heart jump.

“Morning, beautiful.” You walked behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. “What are you making?”

“Your favorite.” She said, and pushed you over to the already served plate. You sat down, sending her a wink. “Now eat up. I’m taking you shopping today.” She said, turning her back again. You had already started, and almost choked when the words sunk.

“What? R-Really?”

“Yes. A queen’s most important feature is her wardrobe.” She said, winking at you. She seemed to sense your nervousness. “Hey, I’m going to be there every step of the way. If it’s too much, we can do it some other time.” She said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“No, no, I really want to. ‘s just that It’s kind of nerve-wracking, I guess.” You said, smiling at her reassuringly. You ate for a couple minutes in comfortable silence, and once you were done, headed out the door with Angelica’s hand in yours. In the ride, Angelica started to babble on about all the outfits she wanted to buy for you and what she thought you could totally rock, always making sure were okay and that you were happy.

You arrived in front of a small shop. It looked modest, but the clothing in the display mannequin were very feminine and sweet. Your heart started racing in excitement when Angelica grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. The clothing inside was even nicer than the ones on display, everything screamed ‘woman’ and you couldn’t wait to try something on. The store wasn’t buzzing, but there were two younger girls trying on dresses and a couple scanning the racks. The girl behind the counter looked up from the jewelry and smiled.

“Ang, my darling!” She said, walking over to her and embracing Angelica in a bear hug. Angelica just laughed and hugged her back.

“Maria, sweetie, I want you to meet someone special.” She said, pulling back. She grabbed your hand and pulled you to her side. “Maria, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Maria.” The girl smiled at you and, to your surprise, was quick to hug you with the same strength as Angelica.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Maria.” She said, bowing her head slightly. You just smiled in response. “So, how can I help you today?”

“I’m here to treat Y/N to a new wardrobe, and I thought I’d bring her to the expert.” Angelica said, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You looked down, feeling a heat on your cheeks.

Maria squealed in excitement. “I already know what I want to dress you in, c’mon.” She grabbed your hand and led you to a nearby rack full of clothing. You looked back at Angelica, she just waved at you. “Do you have any preferences in clothing, love? Just so I don’t pick anything that’ll make you uncomfortable.” You looked back at Maria.

“Uh, I don’t think I do. Maybe nothing too sexy.” You said, already feeling embarrassed.

Maria nodded. “Alright, there’s no shame in that.” She said, offering you a kind smile. “I, myself, don’t love to show too much skin either.” She said, picking out a few things from each rack of clothes. Maria was gentle with you, asking for your opinion on clothing and your preferences. You liked her.

Before you could internalize everything fully, Maria had led you to the store’s fitting rooms and was hanging the clothes on the hook. Angelica had walked close to you, in case you got too overwhelmed or just needed the support. You closed the curtain of the small fitting room and took in a deep breath as you started to undress. Maria had picked out three outfits (at your request, you didn’t want to overdo it today).

The first one was a light pink, short dress with black lining at the hem of the sleeves and the bottom of the skirt. In the waistline, there was a bow in a black ribbon that went all around the waist. The second, a burgundy long-sleeve, flowy dress that Maria paired with a gold necklace. The third one was more for Angelica than it was for you, she insisted on you trying on a black maxi dress with floral print. You picked up the second one on the hook and slid it on, sliding your hands down the soft material. You put on the necklace and, with a shaky hand, opened the curtain. Maria and Angelica were talking intensely, so you took a chance to look at yourself in the mirror before they could.

Not even God could take away the happiness you felt inside that moment. Angelica looked at you and she must’ve noticed.

“You like it, huh?” She said, her smile just as big as yours.

“I literally love it so much.” You said without thinking, laughing nervously. The girls who were previously trying on dresses were looking through the racks, but had stopped when you came out.

“That is definitely your color.” One of the girls said, and the other nodded in agreement. You smiled back at them.

“I think so, too. That’s why I picked it.” Maria jumped in, flipping her hair dramatically. All of you laughed. You were so caught up with your happiness that you didn’t notice the couple had stopped to look at you. Their faces weren’t as happy.

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror and hurried into the fitting room. Your smile never wavered as you slid onto the pink dress. You wondered why you had never done this before as you walked back out again. As soon as you did, you heard all the girls give out a soft ‘aw’.

“That is so beautiful. You look so feminine and delicate. Oh, I love it. Tell me you love it.” Maria babbled excitedly. You looked in the mirror, doing a little twirl to raise the bottom of your dress like in the princess movies.

“You look so cute! Like a real princess,” one of the girls squealed, just as excited as Maria.

You looked back at Angelica to ask for her opinion, since she had stayed quiet, when you noticed the tears in her eyes. Her smile still reached her ears as she breathed in.

“That one, you look, you look so pretty.” She said with a nervous laugh. You swayed your hips playfully as you walked towards her, making her laugh. You cupped both her cheeks in your hands and pressed your lips in hers. It was short and sweet and made both of you smile in content. “Now go try the other one, that’s the one I’m dying to see.” She said with another laugh.

Walking back to the fitting room again, this time you did notice the couple’s stares. The woman stood with her hands in her hips with an unreadable expression. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, a clearly angry expression. He looked like he was going to explode.

You shrugged it off, not wanting anything to ruin your mood by overthinking, and slid into the last dress. In the waist, there was a strap from the same material where you could adjust the waistline. You wrapped it where you felt most comfortable and walked out again. The other girls had sat down with Angelica and Maria, wanting to see you and offer extra support where they could. You were grateful for that, having girls give you their opinions was helpful to calm your nerves.

Maria whistled just as you came out, the other three laughed (and so did you.)

“Ohhh, my baby girl looks so good.” Angelica said with a little dance. You spun back to look at yourself in the mirror. You did look hot.

“Isn’t this a woman’s store?”

The man’s voice cut through you like a knife. You stood there, frozen, unable to think. You didn’t even want to think, not right now. This was your fear. This was why you never did this before. It was happening to you. Suddenly, your eyes were filled with tears and all you wanted was to go home and hide.

“Yes, sir, it is.” Maria responded, not noticing the man’s voice was not asking nicely. She was probably too pure for that.

“Then why is that guy trying on dresses?” It was the woman’s voice this time. Hers felt like they were laced with venom.

You gasped in a sob, and the two girls you didn’t know went to your side faster than you could think. One held your hand and the other hooked her arms on yours, and it helped bring back some of your stability.

“There’s no guy trying on dresses here. Just my girlfriend and my sisters. Even if there was, there’s no problem with that.” Angelica said. Her voice was forced, you could tell she was trying her hardest not to kill these people.

“Are you kidding? That-”

“Listen, sir. I would advise you, if you want to keep that pretty face pretty for longer, that you do not continue that sentence, that you take your ass out of this store and pray to any God above that’ll waste his time with such a pathetic lowlife like you that you never see me again because on my father’s life you will regret it.” Angelica spoke so rapidly and with such power that even you were caught off guard. The man’s eyes went dangerously wide, and he left the store without another word, his wife closely behind.

You didn’t notice you had stopped breathing until you were sure they left, and you were left gasping for air. Angelica walked to you, slowly wrapping her arms around your waist. You let out another sob and soon you were crying in her arms. You just wanted to stay like that forever. She pulled back to wipe your tear stained cheeks, but her arms didn’t budge from your waist.

“It’s important that you never listen to people like that, okay? Never do, don’t even consider it.” She said, rubbing her thumb over your cheek. You leaned into her touch and smiled.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” You said, and kissed her softly.

“I mean, seriously, who does he think he is? I bet that guy can’t even tell the difference between a woman and a horse.” One of the girls said, which made all of you laugh. Then you remembered something.

“Wait, Ang, you said something about your sisters?” You said, and she just nodded.

“I would’ve liked a better moment for you to meet them, but yeah.” She said, then looked back at them. “Y/N, meet Eliza and Peggy. Eliza and Peggy, Y/N” she said, motioning at all of you.

“Maria, if you were wondering.” Maria said suddenly, and once again you were all laughing.

This was a nice feeling.

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choco-ramyun · 7 years

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Hey V!!! Can i like ask for a request with either Got7/BTS or Both when Y/n has an illegitimate child and they find out later in their relationship when they surprise visit her from tour. Like her kid lives with her parents when she's with one of thr members and when he leaves for tour, her kid stays with her? I hope it isnt much (Like she was raped and stuff) -Tweety

Of course, hope you enjoy it! (So, if I got it right it’s that before you met them you had an illegitimate child through rape or something, but you have been hiding it through you’re whole relationship, scared that they might think of you different afterwards, and DON’T WORRY I’LL WRITE THE GOT7 VERSION TOO!~)

BTS REACTING TO FINDING OUT YOU HAVE BEEN HIDING AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD

[S/N = Son’s name, D/N = Daughter’s Name]

Jin:

“Sweetie I’m hooome~” You walk into your apartment, surprised to see your son not in his room as always. You throw your backpack onto the couch. “Honey?-” You walk into the kitchen just to see your 5 year old son admiring your boyfriend Jin, who is currently cooking something. You were shocked, he wasn’t supposed to be here. He was on tour, but what is he doing here? Your son saw you and directly ran to you. “MOMMMYYYYYYY!” He jumped at you and hugged you tightly, and you hugged him back, not noticing the tears rolling down your face. “Mommy, why are you crying? What’s wrong? Why didn’t you tell me about daddy?” He pointed at Jin. Jin looked back at you with a reassuring smile, placing the knife down on the counter. “I’m sorry S/N… Sorry Jin.” You started sobbing and placed your son back on the ground. He went to Jin and grabbed his hand and pulled him over to you. “Do something, daddy!” Jin then placed his hands on your shoulders. “It’s okay Y/N, don’t cry, we can talk about this later okay. I love you Y/N, please stop crying.” He placed his lips against yours, sharing his love with you through a kiss. His hands wiped the tears from your face, and you could hear your son clapping in the back from excitement, he hasn’t had a real father and you guess he was just really happy to finally have some type of father figure. “Y/N, no matter what happens, you know I love you no matter what.” He looked deeply into your eyes.

Yoongi:

“Hey small one, I’m home-” You entered your apartment, dropping your bag onto the floor in shock. Your boyfriend, Yoongi, was on the couch sleeping, wrapping your daughter tightly in his arms. “Hey Honey, she was really sleepy but had problems falling asleep. I was sleepy too after my long flight home. Look, we can talk about this later, but first come here, I missed you so much.” You slowly walked towards the couch, still in shock. He grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you onto the couch, pulling your daughter between you two. You looked at your daughter, and then into Yoongi’s sleepy eyes. A few tears were still rolling down your face. “I love you Y/N, no matter what.” He kissed the tears away from your face, and kissed your daughter’s forehead, who replied by smiling in her sleep. She wrapped her arms around Yoongi’s waist, who had his arms wrapped around you and your daughter, pulling you both tightly against him. Your eyes softly closed, being relieved now, knowing that Yoongi finally knew about your daughter.

Hoseok:

“RAAAAAAAAWR” “raaaaaaawr~” You were surprised to hear noise from within your apartment. You opened the door just to see your boyfriend, Hoseok, on the floor together with your son. You were shocked to see him here. He was playing with your son, making him giggle by making funny faces. He looked at you with a huge smile and your son jumped up running to you. “Hello Mommmy~ Look, I found Daddy!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to Hoseok. “Look mommy, this is daddy!” “Hello mommy, nice to meet you~” Hoseok stood up and gave you a peck on the lips. He frowned once he noticed the tears rolling down your face. He hugged you and whispered in your ear “It’s okay Y/N. We can talk about it later, okay?” He placed his two hands on your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “I love you Y/N.” He kissed you again. “I-I love you too Hobi.” “DADDYYYYYY!” Your son clung onto Hoseok’s legs. Hoseok grabbed him by his waist and lifted him up smiling at him with his sunshine smile. You were so glad to see your boyfriend, who you loved so much, treating your son this way. “Okay little dinosaur, time to go to bed.” Your son raised his hands and yelled “raaaaaaaawr.~” Hoseok roared back “Raaaawr.~” He carried your son on your shoulders back to his bedroom.

Namjoon:

You opened the door swiftly, entering your apartment, closing the door behind you. “Hello honey, I’m home again.~” You heard your daughter enjoying her favorite cartoon on TV. You swiftly dashed to the kitchen to get something to eat for your daughter and you. You didn’t pay attention to your daughter, because you were quite sure it was just a normal day as always. “So how was pre-school today honey-” You were interrupted. “Y/N.” His deep voice filled the living room. You hastily walked back out of the kitchen to look into the living room. You gasped as you saw your daughter sitting on your boyfriends lap, watching her favorite show. “Namjoon…” You walked back into the kitchen closing the door behind you. “Hold on sweetie, daddy’s gonna be back in a second.” He gave your daughter a kiss on the forehead and lifted her off his lap and onto the sofa with a huge smile. He entered the kitchen. “Y/N.” You were leaning onto the counter, your back facing him, while letting all your tears stream down your face. He back-hugged you. “Look Y/N, everything is okay. You could’ve told me earlier.” He kissed your neck while gripping your hips firmly with his hands. “I missed you so much babe, I love you, you know that exactly.” He turned you around so that you were now facing him. You lowered your head, trying to avoid his strong gaze. He placed his finger below your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You don’t have to explain anything right now, let’s just go to the living room and enjoy some time all together with your daughter, okay?” He kissed you, and grabbed both your hands tightly, smiling at you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll do my best to be here for you two okay, I love you so so so so much Y/N.” He kissed your forehead and wiped the tears from your face. He pulled you by your hands, out of the kitchen and into the living room. He held your hand tightly and sat down on the couch, your daughter in between the two of you. “Mommyyyy!~” She wrapped her arms tightly around you, before giving her attention back to her cartoon. Namjoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. “I love you.” He mouthed, and you two smiled at each other.

Jimin:

“S/N! I’m back!�� You opened the door to your apartment and entered. Your eyes grew wide but you stayed quiet. You placed your bag on the couch and followed the sound of the familiar angelic voice. You stopped in front of your bedroom, not saying a word. You looked at your boyfriend, Jimin, as he sang one of your favorite songs to your son. You weren’t expecting him to be here. When Jimin finished singing your son applauded “One day I want to be able to sing like you, daddy!” He hugged Jimin tightly, who hugged back with a smile. He noticed you, and his smile automatically grew even bigger. “Hey, look S/N, mommy’s here!” Jimin exclaimed and pointed at you. You placed your hand in front of your mouth, trying to hide your uncontrollable sobbing. Your son ran to you and opened his arms widely for a hug. You got on your knees and pulled him tightly against your chest, crying into his shoulders. “M-mommy, why are you crying?” He pulled away and looked at you with his big doe eyes. “It’s nothing, S/N.” You smiled at him, wiping your tears away. “Could you do me a favor real quick honey?” Your son nodded vigorously, being the good boy he is. “Go fetch mommy some water, please.” “Anything for you, mommy!” He placed a peck on your cheek and happily jumped over towards the kitchen to fetch you some water. You closed the bedroom door and sat down next to Jimin, the tears starting to return. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I should have told you. I was just so scared and-” Jimin interrupted you by pressing his lips firmly against yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay…” He hugged you tightly, stroking your back. “You can explain it all to me later.” He pulled away and smiled at you, you smiling back. “Now let’s go eat something, okay.~”

Taehyung:

“I CAN FLYYYYYYYY~” You heard your daughter yell full of joy from withing your apartment. “D/N?!” You screamed and hastily opened the apartment door. Your jaw dropped in shock. What was Taehyung doing here?! “Surpriiiiiise!~” Taehyung said, placing your daughter down on the floor again. Your daughter was running towards you but Taehyung shoved her aside and hugged you first. “HAHA I WAS FIRST!” he said to your daughter. She pouted at him. He let you go again and lifted her up, giving her into your arms. “Mommmmmy!” She wrapped her arms around your neck. “Why didn’t you tell me I was half-alien?!” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Taehyung then lifted his two index fingers next to his face and made weird noises which he claimed to be alien noises. “See! Daddy’s an alien!” Taehyung showed his happy gummy smile. “Hold on, I have a surprise for you!” “Really?!” You let your daughter down again and leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold. Taehyung walked to his bag and got out a teddy bear. “I got this for your mommy, but I think you’ll love it even more.” He handed it to her and she jumped around in excitement. “HE’S SO FLUFFY. THANK YOU DADDY!” “No problem, what will you name him.~” “I’ll name him after you!” She ran to you and held the teddy bear in your face. “Look mommy! This is TaeTae!” She happily jumped around the room, hugging the teddy bear tightly. “Okay sweetie, how bout you go to your room and put on your pajamas, Mommy has to talk to daddy, okay?” “Okeydokey~” She gladly hopped to her room. Taehyung went to you “Why didn’t you tell me you had such a beautiful daughter? She almost looks as beautiful as you!” You looked down, trying to fight back the tears that were in your eyes ever since you entered the apartment. “Y/N, you know I love you no matter what, and you know that I love children, there’s no need to worry.~” He looked you in the eyes, and smiled as cutely as always. “Now before I cook you two something awesome, are there any other children I should know about?” You giggled. “No, Taehyungie~” “Good, maybe we should change that one day.~”

Jungkook:

You stepped into your apartment. You were curious as to why your son wasn’t there. Where was he? You got super worried and called the headmaster of his preschool, and were about to call the police, as suddenly your apartment door swung open, your son immediately dashing to you. “MOMMYYYY!” You wrapped you arms tightly around him “Honey, where were you?! I was so worried!” Tears started falling down your face. “Look what daddy got me!” He pointed towards the door. “D-Daddy?…” You looked behind him, just to see Jungkook, your boyfriend who was actually supposed to be on tour right now, standing there with multiple bags. You gasped and even more tears began streaming down your face. Jungkook dropped the bags and came dashing to you. He hugged you tightly and patted your back. “We can talk about this later okay, don’t worry. I’m glad I know now, and I still couldn’t love you more, okay?” He looked you deeply in the eyes, showing you his beautiful bunny smile. He pecked your lips and held your hand tightly. “Go show mommy what I got you.~” Jungkook sat down on the couch, you next to him with your head leaning against his shoulders. “LOOK MOMMY! DADDY GOT ME VIDEO GAMES, AND MY FAVORITE CANDY, AND HE EVEN GOT ME SOME PLUSHIES!” “One of them is even for you.~” He winked at you and pecked your cheek, running his hand over your thighs.

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6.08, my last commentary™ R I P to me

I wanted to post this right away but my phone died and I broke my charger so I had to handle that but now I’m finally able to. I’m literally dead, I STILL can not process how amazing it was. So I’ll just get on with it post my earlier thoughts

¡¡TODAY IS THE DAY AHH!! IM FREAKING LATE KILL ME

BUT HOW ARE WE ALREADY HERE? IM NOT READY FOR THIS SERIES TO END BUT I NEED TO SEE SHELGAH *SAFELY* GIVE BIRTH TO A HEALTHY BABY. ANYWAY IM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE AFTER THIS EPISODE SO ENJOY THE FINAL THOUGHTS OF MY LIFE, LETS GET IT ..

MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE ITS BEATING SO FAST

TBH I MIGHT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

SCREW THESE CREDITS BUT I NEED THEM BC IM NOT READY OMG

IM SCREAMING

aw baby! & hey val

Does this mean Delia had No letters from pats this whole time??

MY BBY SHELAGH OMG HER BELLY

SHE CANT REACH HER SHOE OMG SO PRECIOUS THOUGH

Sister MJ I love u 😭😂

Family planning clinic!

YES VAL! they’re women not criminals !!

YES TRIXIE THANKS BBY FOR SPEAKING UP

aww poor Barbara

“..There are tales of missionaries served for luncheon in those climes” LMAO OMG SISTER MJ THATS NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS TO HEAR RIGHT NOW

It’s so sweet that Babs really wants her dad, I feel. My grandfather officiated my parents’ and brother’s wedding, I hope he does mine. If someone wants to marry me one day ofc lol 😂😭

SHELAGH IS ACTUALLY YELLING .. WHY DO I LOVE IT?

All the shit she’s been through/delt with and pregnancy sets her off huh..

BUT TRIXE AND SHEALGH INTERACTING YESS NOT THE WAY I WANTED BUT ILL TAKE IT FOR NOW

AWW MY BBY CRYING SOMEONE HUG HER 😭😭💕💕

MY BBY TRIXIE IS SMIRKING AT MY OTHER BBY LOL STOP 😭😭💔

“Hot and bothered” 😭😂 Violet having hot flashes. That’s not funny but i giggled I’m sorry immature of me

I can’t imagine being around when the pill was just coming out(or antibiotics even) like that must have been so wild ? you really would think they were magic *remember Vanessa Redgrave saying that in series 2?*

my mom is a nurse at a gyn/fertility office and she informed me of so much at a young age lol maybe that’s why I’m so curious idk?

lol I remember being like 13 and my friends didn’t know there was more than just the pill when it came to birth control and I really felt I was an expert😂 but *a judge’s voice* irrelevance moving on.

Needing your husbands permisson for a bank account? *sucks teeth* Vete ya!

Aw my bby shelagh 💔💔😭

“And I’ll warrant you’ve never felt more scared” I AM! AND THIS ISNT EVEN MY FICTIONAL PREGNANCY

“Oh lass“😭 PHYLLIS COMFORTING HER OMG I AM CRYING ALREADY, I NEVER KNEW I WANTED THIS

"Phyllis you’ve been a real friend” IM NOT OKAY OMG, THEY’VE COME SO FAR I CRY

OMG SHELAGH BEING SO CUTE WTF OMGGG 💖

PROTECT MY BBY & HER BABY AT ALL COSTS 💕💕

THE NONNATUNs CHEERING SO PURE 😭

“What if something goes wrong?” stop tempting fate Patrick !!

“I’ve made up my mind” MY BBY I CANT DEAL .. once upon a time she couldn’t speak up and was so timid 😭 my bby has grown

Her lipstick is a nice color, wait what’s this lady’s name?

The nurses all together makes me so happy omg why is this so adorable, even Phyllis is there !! SO PURE💕

Lol poor Fred tries his best !

Damn secondment to st Cuthberts, I guess Trixie couldn’t even be considered for to be Shelagh’s midwife

SHELAGH IN THE CARDIGAN >>

OF COURSE SHE CHOSE SISTER JULIENNE WE WOULDN’T HAVE ACCEPTED IT ANY OTHER WAY

“‘MY DEAR” BRB DROWNING IN TEARS

but omg was Phyllis disappointed 😭 no don’t be hurt that’s her basically her mother! (sister j and Phyllis would’ve been a good tag team though)

this montage just reminds me brb #irresponsibleme

Future Hereward’s take a note from the Turners, find out about each other sooner rather than later

LOL TOM’S AWKWARD FACE BC BABS IS GETTING CONTRACEPTION

it’s Wilma! her name is Wilma, noted.

Lol what does she sell? Is the company like Avon ? 😂I’m confused but also screaming too much internally

poor Babs is so nervous and feeling awkward 😂

Her face while on the bed😂 I feel

LMAO BABS TAKING OUT THE DIAPHRAGM & DROPPING IT HA

BUT WAIT THAT WAS THE TURNERS BATHROOM WTF ??

Patrick putting on or tying Shelagh’s shoes my fucking heart is melting

She doesn’t want him there .. for now?

“..We’re a team” 😭😭💕💕 marriage goals

“The minute I look at you I’ll give you everything you ask for” BRB I AM INDEED GOING TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

I CAN NOT DEAL

Phyllis exercising 😭😂

“I have chosen one of my friends” OMG MY HEART

PHYLLIS BE MY BRIDESMAID !??

why does she only have one though? is it more like a maid of honor?

HERES COME MORE TEARS

THE SPANISH AYE DIOS MI CORAZON

Aw good for Wilma being happy with her job! Does everyone call the sofa the settee?

There’s that babycham! Still was never sure if it was alcoholic or nah? sparkling cider maybe?

OMG I HAVE A BOTTLE IN MY BAG THAT I BROUGHT FROM FLORIDA

new drinking came, shots every time the show makes you cry lol jk i’d be on the floor 20 mins in

that sports car aye

My bby looking good 😍😍

she knows what it’s like to be hurt Christopher😭

You’re not supposed to take 3 at a time Wilma, I’ve been scolded enough

Okay so Babs just fell asleep and that’s all?? Preview made it seem more dramatic

Now is Val going to listen and not touch anything? lol probably

Violet always rocking blue eyeshadow haha

Is that a silicone faja?? that looks hella uncomfortable

TRIXIE’S FACE OF DISGUST HAHA

OMG THE FAM HELPING OUT WITH FUNDS MY HEART

I WANT TO BE APART OF THE NONNATUS FAMILY!

PHYLLIS AND BABS DRESS SHOPPING I LOVE THIS

“.. she’ll have me to reckon with” TE QUERIO MUCHO PHYLLIS

I NEED A PHYLLIS IN MY LIFE

SHE HAS A FAV DRESS OMG I LOVE HER

HER FACE OMG I NEED THAT SCREENSHOTTED

SHELAGH MY BBY😭😭

Their new bedroom is so 60s I love it

She still didn’t read the pamphlet !! I love her omg, such pure intentions

OMG SISTER J REMINISCING, AH FINALLY SOME ACKNOWLEDGEMENT THAT SHE WAS A NUN, I AM SOBBING BYEE IM DYING. MY HEART RATE IS SLOWING DOWN

POOR DEELS AW OMG she doesn’t deserve this, she barely has screen time don’t hurt her

Shealgh’s got another nightgown! 1962/2017 is apparently the year of nighties #thebrinylonforthewinthough

I love pink waffers 😭😂

SHIT WHAT’S WRONG WITH WILMA IM SCARED, IS IT A HEART ATTACK?? BLOOD CLOT??

poor vi!! aww she misses reggie too!

AW FRED HUG HER

and he’s fanning her omg so pure

SHEALGH’S GOING IN TO LABOR ?? AHHHHH OMGG IM NOT READY

but also she has a housecoat how cute

SISTER J SAID “HIS SPINE” OMG HOW DOES SHE KNOW ALREADY

“I knew it” bless u bby😭😭 she is a GEM. WHY IS SHE SO LOVABLE?

omg Wilma don’t die, Trixie can u save her 😭

shit not looking good, maybe this was the death they meant

shelagh throwing up yikes

“She’s smiling and waving” yea we know that smiling and waving😂😂 but omg doesn’t this remind anyone of when you’ve been partying too hard but you’re trying to convince your friends that you’re not ready to tap out yet😂😭

if not nevermind I’ll feel trashy lmaoo

PASS THAT GAS AND AIR SISTER J

AW BBY YOU ARE BRAVE!!!!!!!

IM CRYING BUT RUNNING OUT OF TEARS

HOW TF DOES LAURA LOOK GORGEOUS ALL SWEATY AND IN TEARS WHILE PRETENDING TO BE IN LABOR?? & i’m still a creature?

Poor Patrick! He must be going as crazy as I am!

I DONT HAVE ASTHMA BUT I NEED AN INHALER BC I CANT BREATHE IM SO ANXIOUS OMG

IM NOT A SMOKER BUT I FEEL LIKE I NEED A CIGG BC IM ABOUT TO LOSE IT

Trixie is doing Wilma’s makeup omg I can’t take this 😭💔💔

“I can’t believe I used to dream of this” OMG SHELAGH & SISTER J

“Every woman alive is the sum of all she ever did, and felt, and was.” ..“and how do you know that?” ..“ i wasn’t aware that I did until just now”

¡¡¡IM A W R E C K!!! l o v e that

SHE IS SINGING DORIS DAY’s SECRET LOVE AND I AM F*CKING DEAD GOODBYE

PATRICK SINGING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR SOMEONE SEND H E L P IM DYING I BET IT’S “THEIR SONG” & YOU ARE ALL CORDIALLY INVITED TO MY FUNERAL IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS EPISODE

I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

“We can’t just be like any other couple.. because we’re us”

MY HEART WTF I SWEAR IT IS ABOUT TO BURST BUT IT’S NOT BEATING

IM DEAD INSIDE AND MY BODY WILL FOLLOW WHEN THIS IS OVER

Get in there Patrick!

“The children are here” .. to say goodnight omg no😢

OMG PATRICK HOLDING HER I AM FUCKING SCREAMING

“YOU CLEVER GIRL” OMGG WHO CALLED IT

I CANT SEE WHATS HAPPENING TOO MANY TEARS IN MY EYES

IT’S A BOY I KNEW IT WELL I HAD A FEELING !

BABYTURNERLAND 2.0!!!! QUE LINDO DIOS TE BENDIGA 💖👼🏼

WHAT IS HIS NAME???

THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE OF MY LIFE WOW I CANT PROCESS IT ALL

“May the lord bless you and keep you” OMGGG, JESUS HEIDI WTF ARE YOU DOING TO ME ??!! I’ve never been so invested in a show or fictional characters’ lives like this 😭😭

I NEVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE THIS DAY AND IM HAVING SO MANY FEELS, I BARELY HAVE ANY THOUGHTS I AM S h o o k, I AM NOTHING IN THIS WORLD. JUST USELESS TRASH FOR CTM

WELL, ALMOST 19 YEARS OF LIVING WAS GOOD ENOUGH RIGHT?

HONESTLY JUST PUT ME IN THE GARBAGE BC I HAVE NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE TO SAY IM JUST GUSHING AND DYING

BUT SERIOUSLY LAURA MAIN IS I N C R E D I B L E AND DESERVES EVERY AWARD SO PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER @ THE EMMYS, THE SAGS, THE GOLDEN GLOBES & ALL OTHER AWARDS OF ALL PRESTIGE!! STOP PLAYING GAMES & GIVE LAURA + CTM THE RECOGNITION IT DESERVES !! & no excuses it happened for downton!

NO WILMA IS DEAD NO

The pill is so great and useful and miraculous in a way but I’m glad they showed some of its issues but DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO KILL THE FIRST WOMEN THEY GAVE IT TO? I’m still here tho, I’m rolling

NO TOM DONT SAY THaT WTF? TRIXIE IS OVER U AND U ARE OVER HER don’t ruin the moment

why did I think bab’s dad was the rev Applebee Thornton 😭😂😂😂?? where’s Jane lol

My bby trixie serving looks as always 😍😍

Aw his daughter is cute

CHRISTOPHER LOOKS GOOD TOO UGH😍

What are knickerbocker glories?

lol Boots! lowkey want to go there to satisfy my 15 year old self who liked to watch British youtubers affordable makeup videos (tbh I still do when I’m bored)

REGGIE! OMG HE CALLED VI MUM I DIE

OH YEA THE WEDDING OMG LOL I DONT FORGOT FOR A SEC

IM STILL SCREAMING, MY FREAKING BBY JUST HAD A MIRACLE BABY !!!!! I LEGIT RAN OUT OF TEARS WHAT DO I DO

LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME MY GOD

THE GIRLS SINGING “HAPPY WEDDING DAY” TO BABS OMG THAT WAS GREAT, I NEED FRIENDS LIKE THAT

I NEED TO WATCH THIS AGAIN AND IT DIDNT FINISH YET

LMAO TOM AND FRED HUNGOVER, relatable AF😂😭

SO IS TOM’S SURPRISE IS MONEY? Or is he going to buy her something!?

Barbara’s cape reminds me of Phoebe’s from FRIENDS

The stain glass !! love it

PHYLLIS LOOKS SO ADORABLE OMG HER BOUCLE SUIT AW

WHY A HEADBAND ON YOUR WEDDING DAY BABs? BUT good for them lol 😭 I don’t care enough at the moment but let them be happy they’re so great for each other !

HE GOT A FUCKING CAROUSEL OMG

damn. Nice one Tom. I’m a little jealous, someone needs to love me like that.😭

“At times, the present seems most perfect when it seeds lie in the past. And others, life is rendered flawless when we look towards future, glimpsing from within one golden moment all the joys the days to come might hold” 💕😢😭

THE TURNERS, NOW A FAMILY OF 5 OMGGGGGGG 😭😭

THE NUNS SO PURE ❣️ lol obviously

“We can not stand still because the world keeps turning. Every year must give way to the next and it’s stories must be folded, tucked away like children’s clothes outgrown, cherished and never quite forgotten”

VANNESSA ALWAYS SAYS THE RIGHT THINGS UGH

Aw Angela with Tim!

My BBY SHELAGH IN HER BLUE OUTFIT WITH UNNAMED BABY TURNER ID CRY IF I COULD

“1962 was a year of great change at Nonnatus House, but there’s always change, everywhere, there are always new faces, new tears to shed, new joys to invest in , yet the circle of love is not broken, it expands.” YOU GOT THAT RIGHT🙏🏼👏🏼🙌🏻😭😭😢😢💖💖

I NEED THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL LIKE TOMORROW PLEASE

lol Val screaming it’s snowing 😭 same

PATSY!!!

SHE AND DELIA KISSED OMG

GOOD FOR THEM 😭

ALSO GOOD FOR ME bc I was tired of the same complaints that BBC broke them apart and Patsy was “sent away” nah man Emerald was busy!

“Love bares all things, love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things and love never ends”

THIS WAS INCREDIBLE WOW IM A MESS

IF I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE COMMISSONED FOR 3 MORE SERIES I’D THINK THIS WAS THE END??

BUT UGH NOW WE MUST WAIT

ANYWAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOLKS

IDK IF THIS IS HELL OR HEAVEN BUT I AM DEAD, I SEE THE EARTH BEHIND ME

TBH ITS PROB HELL

Someone throw me in the damn ground already!!

In loving memory of Gabby Nuñez (1998-2017) taken far too soon because of the emotional toll brought by call the midwife, she didn’t choose to get so emotionally invested it just happened. She is grateful for her time on earth, you may leave comments, flowers or send money. Thank you for putting up with her nonsense and foolishness *now someone give my eulogy & someone else may come up and sing a hymn to conclude*

#call the midwife #I am certified TRASH FOR THIS SHOW #IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL #MY GRINCH HEART GREW BEFORE IT DIED #lets get it 1962 #MY BBY HAD A BABY #ILL NEVER BE OVER IT #masterpost #my commentaries™

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