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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Two. Jackbox Shenanigans

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Y/n flinched awake, startled by the sounds traveling from the kitchen. Once again, the frosty air pricked her skin, trying to convince her to not move, to stay in bed under the warm blankets. Despite the feeling pulling her into her bed, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. Texts from Karl flooded her screen and she replied as she took her comforter off her mattress and wrapped it around herself. She pattered to the source of the noise to find her roommate was making food.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Naomi asked, eyes wide with concern as she looked at Y/n. "I dropped a pan."

Y/n, who was observing the world through one squinted eye, shook her head and she sat at the counter in the kitchen. "No, I should be awake anyway."

"You're usually awake much earlier. Late night?"

Y/n nodded. "George streamed and we all talked for a little after."

"Oh, yeah, I watched his stream this morning..." she started, eyes focused on the food in front of her but Y/n still caught the mischievous glint in her roommate's eyes.

"Of course you did," Y/n laughed through a yawn. "That's your lover."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you gave me his number he would be."

"He doesn't give it to many people. I just barely got it and I've been friends with him for a year. I'm pretty sure Karl doesn't even have it."

Naomi groaned, though Y/n knew it was a joke... for the most part. She got another text from Karl, and consulted Naomi for a second opinion.

"Should I post this?" Y/n asked, lazily holding up her phone with a picture on the screen. Naomi squinted as she looked back over her shoulder. "Karl keeps yelling at me too."

"Yeah! That's a cute outfit. Make sure to credit Karl or he'll yell at you for that as well."

"No chance I'm doing that."

Incoming FaceTime... karol <3

Y/n hit accept and held the phone up to make a face at Karl. He mimicked the position. "Hello, sir."

"Hello, ma'am."

"What are you doing?" she asked him, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her comforter dragging on the floor behind her as it continued to protect her from the cold.

Karl got distracted and started messing with something out of the camera view. "Um, trying to figure out what to do for my stream tonight. What about you?"

"I'm waiting for you to give me a fit check!" Y/n yelled. Karl quickly looked at the camera and smiled. He set his phone down on his desk and ran backward so his whole body was in frame. He posed awkwardly a few different ways before running back and resuming his position.

"Yes!" Y/n hyped with a mouthful of toothpaste. "Let's go, Karl! Karl with the old man sweater!!"

He giggled. "You're the one that told me to buy it."

"Because it's sick. Doesn't mean it didn't belong to an old man before you."

Karl pouted before his face lit up. "Guess what. I met a girl."

"Oh?" Y/n cooed. "Where? Do you have pictures? Is she cute?"

"She's Jimmy's new cameraman. Camerawoman. I don't have pictures, and yes. She's very cute." His cheeks turned red and Y/n smiled, flipping off the bathroom light and heading to her closet. She threw her comforter back on the bed and tried to pick out an outfit.

"Come on, bud, elaborate. What's her name? Have you asked her out yet?"

"You don’t get to know her name, I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, you’ll just look ‘Mr Beast crew’ and find out anyway. Also, no, I haven’t. I'm pretty sure she thinks I hate her because I have not said a single word to her. I get so nervous when she's around I freeze up and just like... act weird. And then as soon as she's gone, Chris freaking roasts me so bad."

"Aw, I can teach you how to flirt if you want!"

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"What's with the attitude? I'm great at flirting."

"No, you're not. I watched Gogy's stream last night."

"What does that have anything to do with anything?"

"I heard the way you spoke to Dream."

"What?!"

"You have zero game, Y/n. Absolutely none. Zilch, if you will."

"Yeah, because I wasn't flirting with him?"

"Not successfully, at least."

"Karl, what?" Y/n laughed but she was so confused. "No part of me was trying to flirt with anyone in that stream."

"Oh, come on," Karl groaned. "Don't do this again. Don't pretend to not like a guy and then cry to me when you're wack ass attempts don't win him over."

"Karl," Y/n started, looking directly at him. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't flirting with him. I do not like him."

"I'm just saying, you talk about him a lot. Like, you always panic when he interacts with your posts because you're scared he's going to DM you right after. And you gush about him a lot."

"I do not gush. I admire the hard work he puts into his videos but I talk the same about him as I do with George and Sapnap. The only difference is I'm friends with them and not Mr. Minecraft. He's intimidating, that doesn't mean I have a crush on him."

Karl stared for a moment, trying to read Y/n's expression to detect any lies. "You'd tell me if you did, right?"

"Karl, I tell you everything. I'd tell you if I murdered your family." They both laughed. "It's impossible to hide anything from you, you're my best friend."

"Okay, sweet, but please don't murder my family, just to be clear."

"I won't. I love your mom too much."

"Well, how was meeting Dream, then? Despite apparently not being in love with him?"

"It was cool. Terrifying because it felt very forced but the four of us hung out on the call after George ended his stream and he was much more relaxed."

"That's true. Aren't we all?"

"Not you! You're the exact same person on and off camera. Just a little ball of giggles."

Karl giggled which made them both laugh more. Suddenly, as if he completely forgot until that moment, Karl sat up quickly and yelled, "What am I going to do for the stream?"

Y/n shrugged. "See if anyone wants to play Jackbox. Chat always loves those and it's relatively easy to throw together last minute. You just need to find people that are free to play."

"Genius. Who should we invite?"

"We?"

"Yeah. It was your idea, you have to play."

"But, I've never played! And I barely know all your friends so I wouldn't get half the inside jokes. I'd be a boring addition."

"Please? They're your friends too! You just talked to Sapnap and George for four hours yesterday and George was the only one playing anything. That's friendship if I've ever seen it."

"But... others.... like literally everyone besides Sap and George...."

"Things like this are how you get to know them better. Besidessss, you're never boring."

"Fine, I'll play."

"YES!" he shouted. "Okay, who should we invite?"

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Y/n huffed and scooted her chair closer to her desk. She pulled up Discord and hovered over the voice chat everyone was in. An overwhelming number of voices chaotically spoke over each other as soon as she joined.

"Oh no," she mumbled.

"AYYEE!!" a voice yelled, the green bubble lighting around Quackity's name confirming her suspicions.

"Aye," she said back less enthusiastic. "Hi everyone."

"She's here!" George cheered.

Y/n could hear Sapnap huff. "Finally. Geesh."

"This isn't even your stream, calm down." Y/n's eyes scanned the names on the left to read who else was involved in tonight's games. She had suggested a few people to Karl but wasn't sure about the final list. Besides the boys who had already greeted her were BadBoyHalo and Dream.

"Hello, Bugsy! It's nice to meet you! I'm BadBoyHalo."

Y/n smiled widely at his voice. "Hi, BadBoyHalo! Nice to meet you too."

Her eyes slowly traveled to the last name on the list, which had yet to greet her. She wasn't bitter, but she was curious why he hadn't said anything yet. The boys hyped up him talking about her so much but she had yet to feel that energy from him. She picked at the bottom of her hoodie, eyes darting between the names as they lit up when someone spoke.

"Is Dream still AFK?" Sapnap asked.

"I think so," Bad replied.

Maybe that's the only reason he hadn't said anything. Y/n felt stupid for thinking it had anything to do with her.

"He's probably coding something or something like that," George teased.

"Haha nerdy ass man," Quackity cackled.

"Language."

"Don't you also code shit, George?" Sapnap called out. "You're probably helping him test something after this, huh? As Quackity said, nerdy ass man."

"You know what, Sapnap? I'm not sure I like your attitude all that much."

Y/n smiled. Despite feeling nervous, she was already having fun just listening to everyone talk. The real nerves would kick in when they were live in front of tens of thousands of people and she would have to be funny.

A message popped up in the general chat, notifying everyone that Karl was joining the voice call soon so they shouldn't say anything bad.

"Everyone say something weird," Quackity directed.

Discord dinged and Karl's name joined the list on the side. "AAAHHHH-!" he started yelling over everyone to let them know he was here in case they were saying anything bad. With his luck, they were going to say stuff anyway to mess with him.

"So, yeah, that's how I lost my virginity," Quackity said as if he just finished a story.

"To a prostitute?" Sapnap added quickly. "Wow, I never thought you... oh Karl!"

"Language!" Bad gasped.

"What the..." Karl laughed loudly. "What did I just join?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry," Quackity apologized, which was hard to make out since he was laughing so hard, surprised at what Sapnap added to his joke.

"Bad, you can't say language about a prostitute," Sapnap defended. "That's really rude of you. Maybe it's a little unconventional but they're just tryna make some money the best way they know how."

George laughed with Quackity as Bad sputtered. "I-I said language about what Quackity said!"

"What, virginity?" Karl asked innocently and Bad yelled again.

"Bad hates people who have had sex!" Y/n called, causing Quackity to laugh loudly.

"Bad! How could you?! That's so messed up!"

"Wait, guys, is everyone here?" Karl asked.

"Dream isn't. We don't know where he went."

Karl groaned and started typing something, presumably yelling at Dream to join.

"Let's goooo! We're popping off!" Quackity started saying, stalling. "We're popping off!" George joined him, becoming absolute fools to keep the chat entertained.

"Okay, he's here!" Karl said. "Everyone's here!"

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry. I was... yeah, sorry," Dream stuttered out.

"Welcome back, Dream!" Bad chirped.

"Hello!" he replied. Unexpectedly, his next greeting was directed at Y/n. "Hi, Bug."

Y/n instantly got shy for no discernable reason. She blamed it on his voice and its ability to manipulate emotions any way he wanted. That and she was getting attention from someone first. "Hi," she squeaked back, hoping the contrast of her icy hands would cool her face enough to focus on the game.

"Bugsy, you are adorable," Bad stated simply.

"Sapnap! What did you just send me?" George asked loudly, and just like that, the attention was off of her and she could breathe again.

"What?" Sapnap feigned innocence.

This was going to be a long game.

"Let's play!" Karl decided. "Should we warm up with some Quippy?"

Y/n focused intensely on her answers, silently hoping the others would find her funny.

"Oh my gosh," she mumbled as everyone else finished writing. "Y'all, I'm about to get Quiplashed so hard. Don't make fun of me."

"I seriously doubt it," Dream said. "You can't possibly be worse than George at this game."

"Shut up, we always- it's like 3 am my time. I can't, like, think of things 'cause my brain isn't functioning."

"Yeah, that's why," Sapnap teased.

"Surreee," Dream said.

The first round wasn't too bad. Y/n was in 5th place but she got quite a few laughs so she didn't care too much about where she stood. She got a notification from Dream on Twitter as everyone laughed at one of Quackity's answers.

Y/n looked back at her screen and saw the new prompt and answers. She read them quickly as everyone was laughing and with a few seconds left to choose, voted for the one on the left. It was funnier anyway.

She loosened up substantially after another round, and she knew it was mostly because Dream had reached out to her. Something about him comforted her and made her feel safe, which warmed her heart.

"Bugsy! What the hell, that's so messed up. You're so messed up," Quackity yelled, laughing at the answer on the screen. They were playing Survive the Internet and her comment got taken way out of context, just as the game intended.

"Oh my gosh!" Karl cackled loudly. "Bugsy, I didn't know you felt that way. Oh my gosh? They're just kids?? Bugsy out the gang?"

Y/n hid her face in her hands and laughed. "Noooo!! Wait I never knew- I didn't know I was ever in the gang?"

"She really said, 'infant children? slaughter them all'," Sapnap joked.

"You know, I think you'd get along really well with Technoblade," Dream added. "Though his specialty is orphans, as it appears."

"No, no, no, whoever wrote that heading is SO messed up!" Y/n defended, rereading the heading that made her comment look bad. She knew it was a game but all the attention on her was making her embarrassed. "Who would think to put that?"

"Everyone cancel Busgy!" Karl yelled.

"Karl, no! You're supposed to be my best friend!"

"I don't know how I feel about my best friend killing children..."

"Karl!!"

"Nooo," Bad protested softly. "I like Bugsy. Don't cancel her."

"Everyone vote!"

The article with Y/n's name turned out to be Dream's. "Dream! What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, causing him to wheeze loudly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanted point."

The whole night ended up being like that. Y/n had a lot of fun and by the end, she felt a lot more comfortable with all of them. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were loud and very high energy while George and Bad were quieter. Dream was half and half, sometimes matching Quackity's volume and sometimes going a while without saying a word. Overall, Y/n had a lot of fun and hoped to let back in the gang in the future.

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spoondrifts · 4 years

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long post ahead I'm sorry-

crack au where Jonah Magnus is a good guy but everything keeps going wrong and he spends all of his time running around trying to stop his employees from diving headfirst into their Fuck Up™ of the week

in this au Jonah is almost entirely incompetent but he's got the exasperated parent thing down enough to make up for his lack of braincells

he's also at least 7% dumber than he is in canon

s1 Jon: please call pest control there are so many worms

s1 Elias: I already did

Jon: and??

Elias: they ate them

Jon: the worms?

Elias: the pest control guys. the worms ate them

Elias spends the entirety of season 2 desperately trying to convince Jon that none of them killed Gertrude (in this au Gertrude just had a stroke or something in the tunnels). Elias stops Jon from destroying the table but a week later something heavy falls on it and the NotThem escapes anyway. Elias bashes in Leitner's head with a pipe after mistaking him for the monster and Jon gets framed.

now Elias has to convince this hunter that Jon is innocent while Jon runs around and harasses various fear avatars (who are all very amused with Elias' wayward Archivist). Jon assumes Elias knows nothing about all this bullshit because Elias is just his weird and uptight boss who accidentally killed someone, he can't possibly know that there are literally fear gods ruling over them

olive ⚰ has named the group 'Avatars ✨'

JMagnus 👀: Jude please don't hurt him. I'll explain everything when he gets back to the Institute.

🔥: too late

JMagnus 👀: What?

🔥: too late

🔥: burned him

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

JMagnus 👀: Where is he now.

🔥: going to mike

JMagnus 👀: Mike Crew???

🔥: ya

Elias RACES to Mike's house but he. he fucking misses them. the Beholding helpfully tells him that they're all going back to the Institute so Basira and Daisy can interrogate him, which isn't ideal, he'd really like to not go to jail, so he drafts up an employment contract on the way back and barely manages to escape the whole thing with his life intact.

then he explains everything to Jon because if Jon is going to end up being the Archivist, being uninformed won't do. Jon becomes the Archivist completely on accident and Elias is desperately trying to make all of this work because, haha, the Unknowing is coming up, and Elias is not in the fucking mood to deal with clowns.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'all that is terror uwu'

spidey🕸: lmfaooo jonah how do you make an archivist on accident

JMagnus 👀: He stumbled into it. All I can do now is ensure he doesn't die.

JMagnus 👀: Or get further injured by the rest of you.

🔥: woops

🎭: hEy gUyS lOnG tiMe nO sEe

🎭: gEt iT eLiAs

🎭: sEe

JMagnus 👀: Beholding puns are not amusing from a manifestation of the Stranger.

🎭 has named the group 'eLiAs bE niCe tO niKoLa cHaLlEnGe'

🔥: haha

spidey🕸: I'm sure Nikola will be on her best behavior

🎭: yEaH i wOnT kiDnAp yOuR aRcHiViSt

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

mike n ike: hey guys what'd I miss

🔥: arent you dead

mike n ike: yeh but I came back

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA ORSINOV WHERE IS JONATHAN SIMS

🔥: can't you see haha

mike n ike: heh "see"

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA

spidey🕸: wow he must be pissed

spidey🕸: he left out the punctuation

JMagnus 👀: I WILL BREAK ALL OF YOUR PLASTIC BONES WHERE'S MY ARCHIVIST

🎭 has left the chat.

JMagnus 👀: what the FUCK

since he's still a coward Elias sends Michael to go fetch Jon, only finding out after the fact that he very nearly almost signed Jon's death warrant. Elias is now speedrunning Jon's development because fuck the Unknowing is coming up really quickly and Tim is a self destructive mess and Melanie keeps trying to stab Elias and Martin is a pining idiot and goddammit he didn't sign up for this

Elias prepares Jon the best he can for the Unknowing, because even though he knows the ritual will fail, the Circus can still cause a considerable amount of damage and he needs them out of the way.

the Unknowing happens. Jon ends up in a wack ass coma, Tim is dead, Daisy's in the coffin, and Basira is starting to look like the better choice of Archivist because jesus christ Jon has no self preservation instinct. Elias doesn't get arrested this time around but his ex husband starts coming by the Institute and fucking with all his employees. and the Flesh is attacking. jesus. goddamn.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'bully elias'

JMagnus 👀: Why are you all so mean to me? I'm arguably the nicest one here.

🔥: ur joking right

Peter Lukas: you're not nice you didn't buy me an anniversary gift 😢😢😢

JMagnus 👀: I was busy.

Peter Lukas: doing what

JMagnus 👀: Stopping the Flesh from destroying my Institute. Besides, you didn't remember my birthday.

Peter Lukas: you're 200 years old how could I remember 😓

helen!!!!!: We All Know I'm The Nicest One Here!!

JMagnus 👀: How did you make your text that colorful?

helen!!!!!: IDK

JMagnus 👀: Liar.

helen!!!!!: That's Literally My Job

olive ⚰: hey eli your archivist just woke up I think

🔥: ew why

helen!!!!!: How Delightful!! Maybe I'll Throw Him A Glad You're Alive Party!!

olive ⚰: should we invite him to this chat since he's an avatar now

Peter Lukas: no 🙅 🚫❌

Peter Lukas: I hate archivists 😤😤

olive ⚰: still mad about gertrude huh

🔥: were all still mad about gertrude

🔥: but jons fine once you burn some manners into him

JMagnus 👀: Can you all please stop hurting Jon? Or talking about hurting him? I would like my Archivist to not acquire any more scars.

🔥: damn

Peter Lukas: damn 😔

Elias keeps trying to teach Jon how to pick certain victims to feed off of because personally he has no qualms about feeding from innocents but Jon!! actually trusts him!!! so Elias doesn't want to push Jon into making decisions that will offend his moral sensitivities.

things are actually going okay for a while. Elias starts going home at a reasonable time in the evenings and Jon is actually getting some sleep. and then-

Elias is having a nice dream about Peter trying to fish Simon Fairchild out of a sky filled with eyes when he abruptly sits up in bed, wide awake.

"Ah, fuck," he says to Peter, who is laying on the floor where it is Lonelier™. "Jon's doing something stupid. I Know it."

Peter's mumbled "isn't he always" goes unnoticed as Elias hurries to the Institute, where he finds a fucking rib on Jon's desk and the coffin in the middle of the room.

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

JMagnus 👀: What the fuck do I do?? I can't go into the Buried! Why is Jon so stupid? I didn't know he had zero braincells when I hired him!

🔥: ngl why havent you fired him yet

JMagnus 👀: Beholding won't let me. We're all bound to the Institute.

🔥: F

JMagnus 👀: Why are there no Buried avatars in here? Please someone help me.

mike n ike: lol the buried is gross why would anyone go down there

spidey🕸: does he have an anchor?

[JMagnus 👀 sent an image]

🔥: is that a fucking rib

spidey🕸: wow that's not a good anchor at all

spidey🕸: he needs someone he loves

JMagnus 👀: Thanks. Gtg.

spidey🕸: np

🔥: are we not going to talk about his rib

🔥: how the fuck did he get that out of his body

🔥: yall

🔥: YALL

it takes three days for Elias to find Martin.

"Please tell me why the fuck you're dabbling in the Lonely," Elias says as Martin steps sheepishly out of the fog.

"Ah. Well. Jon can't See into it very well and sometimes we like to spice up our se-"

"Stop before I have to gouge my eyes out again."

"A-Again-?"

Elias drags Martin back to the Institute. Martin starts setting tapes on the coffin because "Jon loves these" and Elias starts bashing his head into the wall.

Jon climbs out of the coffin with Daisy and Elias almost considers locking Jon in his office so the damn archivist can't do anything else ridiculous. instead, Elias very calmly takes Jon by the shoulders, and shakes him like a rag doll.

"Stop fucking with entities, you stupid, stupid man," Elias says, shaking Jon more viciously now.

after several hours of breathing exercises Elias returns to his house and doesn't take his Sight off of Jon for the rest of the night, which is a fun experience for Peter when he wakes up and finds Elias' bloodshot eyes staring directly at him in the morning.

JMagnus 👀 added Daisy to 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivist hate club'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'shut up peter'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'you love jon more than me'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'I don't love either of you I'm heartless'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'I want a divorce'

spidey🕸: jeez take your marital dispute elsewhere

spidey🕸 has named the chat 'lonelyeyes dni'

Daisy: wtf is this

mike n ike: it's a chat for avatars

mike n ike: and ex avatars ig

Daisy: didn't I kill you

mike n ike: yea

JMagnus 👀: Hello, Daisy. Welcome to the group chat.

Daisy: why is Jon not in here

Peter Lukas: because I hate him 😁

spidey🕸: Elias talks mad shit in here and Jon would get offended

Daisy: if you talk bad about Jon I'll rip your throat out

Daisy: :)

JMagnus 👀: Noted.

mike n ike: he's kinda rude tho

Daisy: I've killed you once

Elias' only goal now is to keep Jon and his assistants from pulling any more wild stunts without his supervision. his renewed involvement with the archival staff results in a few things he'd hoped to avoid: drink invites, physical contact (Martin is surprisingly quick to start hugging Elias once he realizes Elias won't stop him), and- shudder -feelings. because Elias genuinely cares about his staff and doesn't want any harm to befall them. especially Jon. Jon is his Archivist, the only one to ever succeed like this, and Elias will be damned if he lets anything happen to him.

"Why do you care?" Jon asks, once, compulsion thrumming like static on his tongue. "About us, I mean. I would've assumed you'd want to perform the Beholding's ritual."

Jonah Magnus attempted the Watcher's Crown once, when he was young and new. he'd brought his patron close, but not all the way through, and the backlash of power killed all the inmates at Millbank and severely crippled Jonah's connection to the Eye for months afterward. he grew to assume that the Beholding simply preferred the world as it was--ripe with fear for watching. it didn't need a ritual.

he instead dedicated himself to growing stronger, cultivating his Institute of knowledge, his stronghold. if he tore out a few people's eyes when he got too old, then, well, collateral. but he doesn't want the world to end, and knows now that no ritual will ever succeed unless it brings in all the Powers at once. and he doesn't want that either.

it's concerning to him that Jon seems to be collecting marks regardless. the only ones he's missing are the Dark and the Lonely, and Elias is determined to keep it that way.

he explains all of this to Jon who, to his credit, takes it pretty well. Jon is fascinated with historic life and Elias spends some time simply recounting tales of his youth, when he still bore the name Magnus.

they bond. it's good.

and one day Basira does a little too much research and discovers the dark sun waiting in Ny Alesund. she insists they need to go and see what's left of the People's Church, they need to ensure everything is taken care of. Jon is rather insistent too. and Elias wouldn't have been inclined to let them go, except Peter was finally home after weeks at sea, and it wasn't like Jon was defenseless, he could call Elias if anything went wrong...

so, very reluctantly, Elias gives them the all clear. Basira, Jon, and Martin head north, and Elias almost forgets they've gone when he arrives home and Peter already has dinner prepared.

Jon comes back marked by the Dark.

Elias curses himself, over and over, for being foolish enough to let them go, for not keeping a closer eye on them. he knows the ritual won't work unless a certain incantation is spoken, so he'll just have to keep world-ending written chants away from Jon. easy. and it's not like Jon will even get marked by the Lonely. Peter wouldn't.

(but Martin doesn't have the same level of control, and sometimes...)

it's an accident. Martin and Jon are testing it, pushing the boundaries, when Martin pulls them both into the Lonely. Elias threatens divorce until Peter caves and fetches them, but it's too late. Jon has been marked by all fourteen Powers.

Elias tells him, and warns him to check everything he reads.

helen!!!!! has named the chat 'apocalypse babey'

JMagnus 👀: How are you doing that?

JMagnus 👀: And the apocalypse is not imminent. I have the situation under control.

olive ⚰: ha yeah

JMagnus 👀: What do you mean by that?

olive ⚰: nothing

JMagnus 👀: Well, now I certainly think it's something.

olive ⚰: it's just

olive ⚰: don't you think it's kinda weird that @spidey🕸 has been offline for so long

🔥: thats weird shes always online

JMagnus 👀: Oliver, what are you implying?

olive ⚰: idk

olive ⚰: just weird, that's all

🔥: never good when the spiders are quiet

olive ⚰: hear hear

Elias gets a sinking feeling in his stomach, and beside him, Peter looks alarmed. meanwhile, in his flat with Martin making tea in the other room, Jon has a statement clutched in his grasp.

Hello, Jon.

I would apologize for the deception, but I'm afraid that's quite what I'm good at. I'm not one to monologue, that's more Jonah's shtick, so shall we get on with things?

I admit I underestimated Jonah Magnus. He's still remarkably easy to manipulate, but when he abandoned the Watcher's Crown ritual I knew I would have to take a different approach. The Mother is not so satisfied with the world as she may have insinuated. It is our turn to rise, Jon.

At the age of eight, you were marked by us. We sent you to the Magnus Institute in the hopes that a new Archivist would rekindle Jonah's desire to end the world. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he grew fond of you, and so we brought in a new plan. We marked you. One fear at a time. Jonah gave an admirable attempt at protecting you, but ultimately, he is an incompetent old fool, and I am a Weaver. Even Jonah Magnus dances to invisible strings.

Everyone underestimates a spider until it bites. Poison is poison, Jon, regardless of the medium in which it is served.

You will be safe in this new world. Martin, too. Perhaps even Jonah and his Lukas, if the Mother deems them worthy.

Now, please repeat after me...

Jon reads the ink scratched words, eyes welling up with tears and hands trembling, as thunder crashes outside and a howling gale picks up beyond the windows. Martin is shouting something, there's the crawling press of Elias' gaze as it rests heavy behind Jon, a silent observer. He can feel Elias' soothing presence, cool and calm in the raging storm.

Elias is still watching out for him.

Strings are wrapped around his wrists, jerking his arms up in a poor mockery of religious regard, strange hysterical laughter clawing out from his throat.

Jon's tears run red. Somewhere, Elias is still watching.

The door opens.

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gay-salt-amber · 3 years

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Where the hell is Kenma?!

Yuri on Ice x Haikyuu crossover

Just so you know, all the figure skaters kids are close with the other skaters so they consider ever skater they're close with family so the whole uncle aunt thing is just a friend thing

warnings: Gay, swearing, etc

Ships: leoji, yakulev, minotayuri

Пока= bye

All Russian is google translated

For the parents the kids will just be calling them by their names unless one parents is without the others then they will be called dad so it doesn't get confusing

Kenma pov

It was 10 alcock at night and I was up playing my video games as usual with Hinata, Lev and some other friends. We were playing a game that was a collaboration between Nerf and Xbox, it was quite good. Not my favorite shooter of all time but it was alright. When the match was over and the 20 second map and round type selection started, my phone rang. I was on a discord call with my friends so they saw the phone going up to my ear. Right when I was about to answer Lev spoke up,

"Who is it?" He asked

"Georgi."

"Popovich?"

"Yeah."

"Who's this Georgi?" Hinata seemed confused but curious.

"Just a family friend of ours." I answered, I don't wanna go into me and Lev being legally related right now.

"Oh, cool!"

I looked down at my phone and unlocked it to see the messages, "I might need to not play this round for a bit I need to respond to these texts." I said

The rest of them agreed and I went back to the messages.

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Georgi: I was just wanting to remind you that the plane leaves at 7, so get some sleep kid.

Kenma: Thanks uncle Georgi, I'll try.

Georgi: Do you want us to bring the Russian team bus to pick you up from your house?

Kenma: Sure when are yall getting here?

Georgi: 6 prolly, depends on how long Lila and Yakov wanna take. Old asses -w-

Kenma: pfft xD

Kenma: Anyway, I need to get back to my friends see you later.

Georgi: K, get some sleep, my favorite nephew ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

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I unmuted my mic on the call and spoke after like 5 minutes

"Back, hows the round going?"

I didn't hear my dear Shoyo but instead Lev, "Good, Hinata got tired though and had to leave."

When I was about to say I needed to leave to, Lev spoke again,

"Oh yeah! You should get going, you don't wanna miss the flight!"

Once I exited the game I turned back to my monitor that had discord and moved it back to my main monitor, "I was about to say that."

"Пока" I said, my Russian feeling a little rusty.

"Пока Kenma!"

Pressing the 'end call' button made me sigh with relief, standing up, I walked over to my closet and grabbed some clothes for a shower before bed. I grabbed some long, loose black pants and a old Russian figure skating team shirt that one of my dads got me. While I was walking to the bathroom I was looking through some notes for class and deleted stuff I didn't need since I was going to be in an entire different country for a while.

I got out of the shower, dried my hair and put on my clothes. Once I got to the door, I looked into the mirror and I had an idea, 'Should I put my hair in braids so it'll look wavy tomorrow? Yeah that'll look nice!' I reached over and grabbed two small clear hair ties and put my hair into two braids.

I finally opened the bathroom door and walked back to my room to call it a night and sleep. Once I reached my room I noticed something, "You mother fucker.." I didn't pack my bags for the fucking trip. I whipped out my phone and thought of who I could message, we were gonna be in a bunch of places for skating and I wanted to check for how long, but guess what?! I don't know whos awake!

Right when I was about to wing it, I remembered its like 9 in the morning for Leo de la Iglesia, who is an American skater which I consider family. I guessed he would be up since he and Guang-Hong Ji, his boyfriend typically wake up at 7 to eat breakfast and go on a run together, virtually since they live in different countries but I guess they try. It took a while to find this name in my contacts since my phone doesn't really sort through who I texted recently but instead it sorts alphabetically the only time I would see his name at the top is if I had an unread message from him, which I don't. I kept scrolling reading off the letters as I went. H,I,J,K....

I finally got to L and found his name since I only have like 3 people whos name start with L in my contacts, I opened it and cringed at the date of the last sent message, 'June 1st' which was a happy pride month message. My fingers tapped on the message bar and I started typing quickly.

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Kenma: Hey uncle Leo ヾ(•ω•`)o

Kenma: Ik this is a weird time to text since I should be sleeping but, you're the only one awake.

Leo: Ey Kozume! 💅 What do you need?

Kenma: I was wanting to know how long the competitions are gonna be , I forgot to pack soo...

Leo: Ah! Well you're going to be on the trip for a week and Georgi's gonna take you back to Japan the Monday afterwards

Kenma: I- Isn't it longer then that? (⊙_⊙)？

Leo: Yes but we know that Neko-

Kenma: Nekoma?

Leo: How ever the fuck you spell your schools name 😑

Leo: Anyway, we know you have a game against Karasuno the next day and we know you would wanna play in that sooo...

Kenma: Cool, thanks.

Leo: Np, see you in America (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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Once I was done snickering to myself at Leo and I's conversation, I walked over to my clothes drawers and got out the clothes I wanted, one formal outfit, some pj's and some casual stuff. I put that stuff in one suitcase and put my miscellaneous stuff in a smaller drawstring bag that had a bunch of video game pins on it. I walked downstairs to put my stuff by the door and when I got there I saw someone come in, it were my dads, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin and Minami Kenjiro.

I walked up and hugged all 3 of them, "Hey kiddo."

Since I decided to say screw sleep and talk to my parents which is something I didn't get to do much at this time of the year often since they have practice all the time. So we sat on the couch and had dinner while watching tv as a family and talked about their practice

Yuri chirped up while eating some rice, "Mila was being a bitch."

"Oh? What happened?" I asked

"So you know her kid Tendō?"

Minami put his chopsticks down and joined in the conversation, "He's that kid that goes to Shiratorizawa Academy right?"

"So, he's gonna be joining the Russian team since the he doesn't like the Italian team."

"Yet his uncle and other mom is on that team." Otabek pointed out

"Yeah."

"I don't get how she was being a bitch?" I said, trying to get the conversation back to the main point,

"Her ass was bragging about all practice, like shit I couldn't get 2 fucking works out without her interrupting."

We all laughed, and went back to eating.

After we were finished we all were doing the dishes, "Go upstairs and get some sleep kiddo, I'll do the rest of the dishes. Yuri, go get some rest too." Minami said

"Are you not going to America, Beka?" Yuri asked.

The black haired boy shrugged, "No, for some reason my couch decided I'm not going, I don't know why."

Minami was another one of my dads who was staying home, ever since they adopted me when I was 4 he always declined going to any skating competitions that weren't in Japan so that if I ever had an emergency someone would always be there. This meant that only me and Yuri, my blonde, sassy, Russian dad were going to America for the 3 back to back skating events that were happening there.

"I wonder why Lev's not going.."

"Your school doesn't want you both out when a game is so close." Otabek was right I still thought it was stupid since he was looking forward to this event, he's always wanted to go to America after all. But as compromise I promised to send him a lot of photos.

Minami who was still washing the dishes started shoving us out of the kitchen, "Yeah yeah, cut the chat get your butts upstairs and I don't wanna see you two down here until morning!" He said, waving a wooden spoon in the air as we walked up the stairs, laughing.

We reached the upstairs, both of my dads gave me a kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I walked into my room and instantly my tiredness from earlier came back to wack me in the face with 5 times the strength of before. I walked over to my bed and just.. flopped.

--In the morning--

My alarm for 5:30 went off and I got up, still tired but meh, nothing a bit of coffee wont fix. I walked over to my closet and got out a hoodie Shoyo gave me, it was a Karasuno hoodie with Shoyo's name and volleyball number, 10 on the back. I inhaled the scent of my lover. I'm gonna miss him but I still can call him. I grabbed a thin t-shirt to wear underneath and some soft black pants with red on the side, after I grabbed my clothes I walked to the bathroom and got changed. After that I took my braids out, my hair looked great!

When I left the bathroom right when I put my foot on the first step to head downstairs the scent of waffles hit my nose, I started to go quicker down the stairs since I fucking love waffles and I am starving! Once I got there Minami greeted me.

"Hey kiddo, did you sleep good?"

"Yeah." I nodded

"Are your other dads not up yet?"

"Nah." I shook my head getting out a plate.

"Before you eat imma wake them up."

I rubbed my forehead before sighing, "Oh god what are you planning, pops?"

"Nothing, let me just..." After finicking with his phone I heard a blast of noise from my parents room and the line I knew too well of "WELCOME TO THE MADNESS" blasted through the door. After like 2 seconds they were up and downstairs.

"You get creative when it comes to waking us up." Otabek yawned while Yuri wiped his eyes.

"I know, glad you're finally catching on~" Minami said, getting sassy, which he normally was this early in the morning.

"What'd you make for breakfast?" I asked.

"Apple waffles!"

I ran to the counter happily, grabbing like 3 fucking waffles.. What can I say? I love apple things!

"Goddamn! Leave some for us!" Yuri teased

"Nah~" I joked back.

When we had just finished our food, we were setting our dishes into the sink and just chatting, we heard a knock on the door. I turned to the clock, '6:00' almost on the dot. "Man when they say they'll be here at 6, they aren't kidding." Otabek said, looking at the bus through the window.

I snickered and got my shoes on, me and Yuri grabbed our suitcases and after my adopted dad kissed my other dads, we were out the door and on the bus. I stopped to talk to Mila whom was driving while Yuri went to go sit in the back by himself.

I tapped the red head on the shoulder, "Hey Mila can we make a stop before we go to the airport?"

She grinned "Yeah, of course, the flight was delayed a half hour anyway for whatever fucking reason."

"Ok, can we stop at Karasuno I uh.. Wanna see someone before we leave.."

Mila let out a quiet gasp before whispering, "Is this the boy you've been talking about?"

I nodded and Mila laughed, "Sure, I don't see why not!"

I gave a light smile and went to go sit down.

--When they stopped at Karasuno, Hinata pov--

"We aren't doing anything special today, hell do what you want if you wanna sit and chat do that, I am giving you a free day before we practice for our match against Nekoma." Couch Ukai explained

We all nodded with a 'yes couch' coming out of all us.

Me and Yamaguchi stayed chatting when our long haired ace, Asahi came in, "Sorry I'm late but there's a bus outside that says, 'Russian Figure Skating Team' outside for whatever reason."

"I wonder why..." I brushed it off though and continued talking to Yams

We kept talking before I heard a familiar voice, "Shoyo? Are you here?"

"Kenma!" I exclaimed before I jumped up and ran to give him a hug which almost knocked him over in the process.

"Hi Shoyo, its good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, releasing the hug and just holding his hands and I spoke again

"I mean there's a weird bus that says Russian Figure Skating Team or something outside but why are you here?"

"That's my ride." Kenma answered plainly.

"That's your- WHAT!" I was surprised and the others came over

Kenma laughed, "That's why I came here, I wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone for a week."

"Why? Did something happen?" Suga asked from the back

"No, no! I'm going to skate in America, I'll be back for our game though." His answer made me more curious

Noya's voice rang from the right, "When are you leaving?"

"Around 7:30, our plane got delayed but I get to talk with you more, right Shoyo?"

I was about to sit down when the door swung open and there stood someone who looked a bit like Kenma, but different colored eyes and plain blonde hair

"I'm hanging out in here with you kid."

"Yakov being annoying?"

"да ебать его задницу!"

"Who are you sir?" Asked Asahi who was putting away the few volleyballs that were used since most of the team was chatting, it was a free day after all

"This is Yuri Plisetsky, my dad." Kenma explained

"Cool."

I tilted my head, wondering what he said, I knew it was Russian just based on context but I didn't know what, "What was that you were saying?"

"He said, "yeah fuck his ass" My blonde boyfriend translated

"Ooh."

"Well before we go might as well do this," Kenma sighed as he held my hand tighter,

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Shoyo." Kenma looked nervous.

"As long as he treats you well, then I don't care."

"W-wait that's it?!" Kenma seemed surprised

Yuri clutched his chest in laughter, "I-I'm sorry! Just.."

"Are you forgetting who I am?"

"What?"

"Kiddo, I am a trans gay man who has been married with 2 other men in a poly relationship for 2 years now, what'd you want me to say?"

Hinata looked surprised but also relived, "Really? That's so cool!"

Yuri looked at me and rolled his eyes and messaged the bridge of his nose, "Really? You went for the fanboy?"

"Dad, you're married to one."

"Meh, true."

We were talking for a while longer with me just being lovey as usual when someone else walked through the door and yelled "ITS JJ STYLE!" Which Yuri's dad looked pissed about

"I'll get him out give me a second."

"убирайся отсюда, канадский ебать!" Yuri yelled as he proceeded to shove the man I'm guessing named JJ out

"What'd he say?" I asked

"Get out of here you Canadian fuck."

"Oooh."

With that a new people entered, "Kozume!" A voice called,

"Hi Gramps."

"Whos this?" I questioned with my hand still on Kenma's

"That's my grandpa, Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov."

"That's so cool!"

Kenma blushed and just nodded,

"Does my grandson have a boyfriend~"

"Yep, this is Shoyo."

"So he's the one I keep hearing Chris say you brag about?"

"Mhm."

"We-"

Before Victor could continue I heard a slam

"Двигай своей задницей, черт возьми, свинья!" (Move your ass fucking pig!) And in came Yuri kicking another black haired boy in through the door.

"Yurio be nice you your mother!"

"HES NOT MY MOTHER! AND STOP CALLING ME YURIO!" He yelled back

Victor sighed, "Well we have 2 Yuri's here its confusing!"

The grey haired mans tone quickly changed, "Anyway~"

He helped Yuuri up and waltzed on back over to us, "Our grandson has a boyfriend!!!!"

"Awh that's great!"

"Aaand Shoyo, meet my other grandpa, Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov"

"It's nice to meet you."

We talked a bit before Yuuri spoke up,

"We should get going, the others probably wanna get coffee before we go to the airport."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so."

I was sad that they had to leave because Kenma noticed and his face softened because when they were getting up to leave, he gave me a soft kiss on the lips,

" I will call you every chance I get, Ok baby?"

"Alright, I'll see you next week at the game?"

"Yes, I love you."

"I love you too." Those were the last words I said to Kenma in person for a week.

When I turned around I heard someone yell, "KOZUME HAS A BOYFRIEND!"

Lev pov--

Kenma: We're having another fucking flight delay!

Lev: I still wish I could've gone with!

Kenma: I know, you were really wanting to come, right?

Lev: Ofc! I have always wanted to go to America! 😭😭😭

Kenma: Oof

Lev: Hold on the team is worried about you, give me a moment

Kenma: Gl Kuroos gonna be all like 'well why didn't I know?!' or some shit

Lev: mhm 😑

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I turned off my phone and listened to the rest of the team freak out about the gamer boys missing

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" Yaku yelled out of panic

"Yaku, I am sure he's fine.." Yamamoto said, trying to keep the peace

"Well we don't know that! Hell! He didn't even tell me anything.." Kuroo was also pissed which just made me wanna chuckle since Kenma was right about Kuroos reaction.

"Uhm..."

"What Lev?"

"Well about Kenma being gone, I know where he is I just thought this was funny."

"So us worrying is funny?!"

"When I know why, yes."

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Lev, Kenma never talks to you."

"Yes, yes he does, you don't know every fucking thing he does." I snapped.

"Are you sure?" Kuroo retorted

"Whos he dating?"

"I-"

"See you dont even know that"

"Fucking- Whatever just where is he?" Yaku asked

I held out my phone and showed the texts

"Where the hell is he going?! We have a game!"

"Yaku, please shut the fuck up." I whispered.

"What?!"

"Yaku I love you, but please shut the fuck up, he doesn't care about the game right now, he will be back for the game with Karasuno, but he is with family and doing something that will contribute to his future. Now shut up пожалуйста, перестань любопытствовать и дай ему жить!" (please stop prying and let him live!)

"..."

I took a step back, I swore my boyfriend out... I even yelled at him in Russian!

I felt like I wanted to cry, I didn't wanna snap like that.. Then I heard the door open

"HA I KNEW HE WOULD CUSS SOMEONE OUT! Виктор! ты должен мне 20 долларов!" (Victor you owe me 20) I turned to the voice,

"Oh praise god." I sighed

Yurio was walking up to me, "ты в порядке? ты выглядишь напряженным .." (are you okay? you look tense)

"Я огрызнулся на своего парня, и я устал, угадай" (I snapped at my boyfriend and I'm tired, guess)

"What are they saying.." Yaku was confused

"Well apologize you fuck!" Yurio scoffed

"..."

"Sorry sir, but Lev is fine, I was the one who deserved it."

"I'm still sorry!"

"Even better question! Lev, you can speak Russian!?" Kuroo seemed surprised

"Yeah, I just didn't wanna hear the, 'oh! Say my name in Russian' or, 'say something in Russian!' that gets annoying fast!"

"Oh, Beka has the same problem whenever he says he's from Kazakhstan."

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the airport with the rest of the Russian team."

"We would be in the sky by now is the plane would stop getting fucking delayed!"

"Well let the team rest in here! Its probably hot as fuck in that bus."

"Smartest thing you've said all day, Levochka." And with that he left

"And who was that?" Yaku's tone was serious so I beckoned the team over to the bench to explain

"So you know how I have left practice early?"

"Yes?"

"That's because I do figure skating and I am hoping to go into it full time when I am older and that person who was here a bit ago was a part of the Russian Figure Skating team."

"Nice!" Someone commented from the end of the bench

"Levochka!" A voice called,

"DAD!" I raced to meet the voice and gave a big hug to my father, Victor Nikiforov and gave my other dad, Yuri Katsuki a hug when he entered short after.

Yaku came up from behind, and kicked me, "YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR PARENTS WERE FAMOUS SKATERS YOU FUCK!"

Upon seeing that the Russian team was pissed, "Держи свои гребаные ноги от него, ублюдок размером с муравей!"

"I still don't know what yall are saying.."

A voice came from the back, "Georgi said, "Keep your fucking feet off him, ant-sized motherfucker" I recognized Kenma's voice quickly

"Ey! I thought you would stay on the bus!" Yurio called

"Well, I finished my level and I have nothing else to play until a few daily bonuses roll in."

"Kid you run through games like me and Lev run through a thing of pirozhkis.."

"Meh I keep myself entertained."

"KENMA?!" Kuroo called, ran up and started to shake the boy

"I WAS WORRIED WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US WHERE YOU WERE GOING?1"

"Because it doesn't concern you, besides its not like I'm gonna be gone forever.."

"Kozume I am your best friend! You tell your best friend this shit!"

"Uh..." Kenma stuttered

"What?! Is there anything else you wanna tell me?!"

"1: I don't owe you shit and 2: Lev and Shoyo are my best friends, Теперь слезай с высокой лошади, ты трахаешься" (Now get off the high horse, you fuck)

"That's my boy!" Yurio cheered

Yuuri shook his head and turned to me, "Anyway, Lev can we pull you and Yaku to the side we wanna talk to you two."

I nodded and grabbed Yaku's hand and we exited the gym with my dads

"Levochka.. Are you sure he's the one you want?" My dad asked gently

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you said that this was your boyfriend when we talked about it before but are you sure he is what you want? I mean he kicks you and gets physical it seems a lot. I just want for you to be safe." My dad explained.

Yaku looked nervous as my dead continued, "Hell even Yurio when we adopted him, was never physical with anyone who didn't deserve it.. Minus Yuuri but you get what I mean."

I grabbed Yaku's hand, "I know but Yaku's trying and that's all I can really ask.."

Yuuri started to talk "Lev please be safe." His face was one of worry

"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, I've been trying my hardest to not be as bad as I was, I am trying for your sons sake, I wanna make him happy.."

"I can see that and I hope you keep trying."

"I will, I care about Lev so much I wouldn't do anything to actually hurt him, I love him too much to do that."

"Th-"

"HEY VICTOR WE NEED TO GET TO THE AIRPORT!" Called Yakov's voice loud from the bus.

"Coming! Lets go!"

After gathering the others they left, till next week will we see them again.

#Yuri on ice #Haikyuu #Yuri on ice x haikyuu

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whatevenistheoutdoors · 3 years

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just ignore this

Im not sure how to go about this. Ive been having a lot on my mind but I dont really want to tweet it and go crazy. So since no one i know uses tumblr anymore or even know my account i thought it would be safer here. Im currently going through a break up and its been pretty hard and blindsiding. Like some days i wake up super confident and others I literally just want to cry and key his car. I guess its just hard to hear that your boyfriend not only kissed someone else, but is quesitoning his whole life. Like how could he think that he doesnt see a future with me. Like the audacity of thinking that i am not good enough for him. are you kidding me?!?!?!? You are the one with all the red flags. I am the one actually actively self improving. I was the one that helped u get your resume updated. I was the one that made u a linkedin. I deserve better. But at the same time im so fucking angry. Like how can he hurt me like that. How could he hurt someone he so call loved for years and just end it on a “gut feeling”? God u dont love me anymore on a gut feeling. Sick. Cool. thats nice. Maybe you need some damn probiotics bc your gut health is out of wack.

All u do is sit on your ass and blame yourself with no actual effort. Like how can a man judge me for being on the fence about having a kid in the future when im 21 and he cant even wake up from a fucking alarm. like are you joking?????

Last night I think I saw a girl go to his apartment. I like to think that she went to a different unit on his floor but I just had that “gut feeling” it was for him. That really fucking broke me. Like i knew he would come around pretty quickly again bc he lacks emotional maturity to deal w what he fucking did. But god a week after we broke up. U have to be a real sociopath to do that shit. how dare you.

I just want things to go back to how they were. I was so fucking happy. We were happy. I dont understand whats going on. Gaslighting, lovebombing, idk what fucking word to call this but I think he just invented a new one. I just miss him but how could i give myself to a man that has caused me so much heartbreak. I dont want to see him with someone else. It so fucked up

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 3 years

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This Christmas - A Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 9)

Two life long friends. Secretly in love. Home for the holidays. Will they risk everything by telling the other how they feel? Or will they spend another year loving from afar?

Read these first Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Harry was fast asleep later the next morning, when someone came bursting through his bedroom door.

“Oi, wake up,” Gemma said, hitting her baby brother over the head with a pillow.

“The fuck?” He groaned, sitting up. “What are you doing here?”

“Gee, I was hoping for a warmer welcome than that,” she scoffed.

“Maybe there would have been if you didn’t just wack me over the head,” he said, throwing a pillow at her.

Gemma smirked, ducking out of the way and jumping onto the bed, “So, Mum told me you and Y/N have been getting pretty cozy these last few days.”

“I’m sure she has,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, the problem is you haven’t!” She scolded. “Here I am giving you advice to go shoot your shot and I’m the last to know it even worked.”

Harry looked up from his pillow at his sister, “Please. Never. Say that again.”

“I’m just using what all the cool kids are using these days,” she smirked.

“You’re not a cool kid, Gem. You never were,” he smirked.

“Fuck you,” she said, taking another pillow to his face.

“For fuck’s sake, will you stop,” he groaned, taking a pillow to her face.

“Remind me why I like having you two home again?” Anne smirked from the doorway.

“Because you love us,” Harry said.

“Only because I have to,” she said. “Anyway, Gem brought breakfast, it’s on the table.”

“Yeah, I figured it would be nice for Mum not to have to cook in her newly cleaned kitchen,” she said getting off the bed and following Anne down to the kitchen.

Harry groaned getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his teeth before going down to the kitchen, where his Mum and sister were already having their breakfast.

“Where’s Y/N?” Harry asked, looking out towards the backyard.

“Oh, she’s working on her book,” Gemma said. “I told her, you’d bring her some breakfast out.”

“Did you now?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I would have done it, but I figured you’d whine about no getting to see your girlfriend,” she joked.

“We’re not… she’s not my girlfriend… technically,” Harry sighed.

“Sooo, then what are you?” Gemma asked.

“They’re taking it slow, Gem. We don’t have to know every detail of their relationship,” Anne said, sipping on her tea.

Harry raised his eyebrow looking at his mother, “Excuse me? Pot meet kettle.”

“Oh hush!” She pointed at him. “I’m your mother, I have the right to ask questions.”

“And I’m his sister!” Gemma said.

“How about you’ll both find out when I find out,” he said grabbing two plates of food, “Gem it’s wonderful to see you, but I’m taking my breakfast with someone who doesn’t throw pillows at my head.”

“Again you deserved it,” she called out after him.

You were hard at work finishing yet another chapter in the last few hours. Your forehead wrinkled and your shoulders were on fire from your bad posture as you typed on your computer.

He caressed her face gazing into her eyes as if she was the only one in the room. A strand of her black hair had fallen into her face and he quickly pushed it out of the way.

“It appears we’re standing under the mistletoe,” he smirked.

“Well, then it’s only fair we keep up with tradition, right?” she smiled, closing the distance between them as she planted her lips against his.

He tasted of chocolate and peppermint, remnants of their shared hot chocolate only moments ago. Her hands found their way around his waist while his hands remained on the side of her chilled face.

“Want to head back to my place?” He whispered against her lips.

“Oooh,” Harry smirked over your shoulder causing you to jump up with a screech.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned, holding your chest. “And why are you reading over my shoulder.”

“Hey, I knocked on the door and said your name,” he defended. “You were completely zoned the fuck out, so I thought I’d see what had you so entranced.”

You rolled your eyes shutting your laptop and turning to face him, “Oooh is that breakfast sandwiches?”

“Yep. Gem brought them,” he said.

You quickly grabbed the bag of food and took out yours, shoving the bag back into his hands.

He laughed, “Why do I feel jealous over a breakfast sandwich right now?”

“Because you're needy,” you said with a mouthful.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he laughed. “But anyway… so I have a very serious question for you.”

“Oh god, what now?” You laughed.

“Soooo…. The story,” he said, looking over to your laptop. “You’re about to write a sex scene aren’t you.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you joked.

“Yeah. That’s why I asked,” he laughed, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

“Yes,” you rolled your eyes. “They’re about to go to his place and have mind blowing, Happy Christmas, I love you sex.”

“Well, I’m thoroughly intrigued, now,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You would be,” you said. “And no before you ask, you can’t read it. You weren’t even supposed to read what you just did!”

“Aw, come on, Y/N!” He groaned. “It’s so good!”

“You’ll read it when it’s ready,” you said. “And it won’t be ready if you keep distracting me.”

“Well excuse the shit out of me,” he said. “Next time you can get your own breakfast sandwich.”

“Awe,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. “You’re a good distraction though.”

“Let’s be honest, you’re only saying that because you want me to bring you breakfast sandwiches,” he said.

“Weelll, you’re not wrong,” you smirked.

Harry was in his room, messing around on his guitar, with an opened page in his journal. It had been a while since he had felt the urge to write a song, but since being with you, he’s found himself reaching for his journal to write. He was writing down a few lyrics when he felt someone standing in the doorway.

“Care to have a bit of a chat?” Gemma asked.

“Depends,” he said, putting his guitar down. “Are there going to be pillows involved?”

“Depends on if you’re being an ass,” she smirked.

Rolling his eyes he gestured for her to come in, “So, what shall we chat about?” He mocked.

“You and Y/N,” she said, bumping her shoulder into his.

“If you’re here for more details, I’m not going to tell you,” he said. “But I do have something to talk with you about.”

“Okay,” she said, turning to face him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N came to one of my shows?” He sighed.

“Oh, she told you about that,” she winced.

“Yeah, she did,” he said. “I found that out the same night I found out she dated Graham.”

“Oh, you found out about that, too,” she sighed.

“You knew about that?” He asked.

“Y/N and I are friends, too,” she said.

“Is that why you lied to me?” He asked.

“I didn’t lie to you,” she said. “You didn’t know she was there.”

“Exactly!” He said. “And you knew I was with… why did you let her think…”

“Because I didn’t know your relationship was that serious,” she said. “The last I saw and heard from you was that you two were dating. That’s it. And I didn’t know Y/N was there for anything other than to reconcile with you. It was only after I saw the look on her face at seeing you that I realized everything.”

“Yet you didn’t feel the need to tell me?” He asked.

“What good would it have done? Would things have happened differently? Maybe. Would you have broken off your relationship? Like I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but honestly, Harry. What would you have done had I told you after the fact?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

“Exactly,” she said. “So, why even worry about something that you don’t even know what you would have done. The fact of the matter is, you and Y/N are figuring shit out now.”

He sighed, nodding running his hands through his hair.

“And I don’t know if she told you this, but the whole reason she was with Graham is because she ran into him a few days after your show,” she said. “He was there, he was comfortable, and she was trying to move on from you, but it obviously didn’t work because you’re it for her and she’s it for you.”

“Hold up, where are you going?” Harry asked, when you walked into the kitchen with your coat on.

“Oh, Gem didn’t tell you?” You asked. “Your Mum, Gem, and I are heading over to my Mum’s for a girl’s night.”

Harry scoffed, “And I’m just here to fend for myself.”

“You’re a grown man,” Gemma said, walking in on the conversation.

“A needy, grown man,” you clarified.

“Again you say it like it's a bad thing,” he said.

“Anyway, look on the bright side, you have the house to yourself for a few hours,” you smirked.

“This is very true, so when are you leaving exactly?” He asked.

“Now,” you said. “I’ll stop in to say goodnight when we get back, unless you’re snoring.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that because I don’t snore,” he said.

“Yeah, you do,” you nodded.

“Anyway, sorry to break up this whole love fest thing, but Mum’s in the car already,” Gemma said.

“Okay,” you said. “I'll be there in a minute.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before saying goodbye. Once he made sure you were gone, he made his way out to the writing hut. He knew he shouldn’t be doing what he was about to do, but he had an idea that he needed help with.

The door was unlocked, so he opened it and went inside. Your laptop was still on the desk and he opened it up. Luckily, you left the last document opened and he scrolled up to exactly where he needed to be. He skimmed through what you had been working on that day, paying attention to details and making mental notes.

Now, it was time to start putting his plan into action.

What do you think Harry has up his sleeve?

Let me know your thoughts!

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“just take care of yourself.” || fatgum

⇥ After his doctor tells Taishiro to slow his eating for his health, you start to sit with him while he eats. Talking becomes a good way to distract him, but it soon becomes his path to healing- and surprisingly, it does for you, too. [1.5k words]

a/n: this one has a lot of feelings. i just really love him. i also think it’s wild how this is the second fic i’ve written today. wack. this is another fic to add to the lofi collection, which i havent done much for recently, so it’s nice to get back to that!! [navigation] [just take care of yourself]

A lot of people didn’t realize just how much Taishiro had to eat to get all of his fat back after using it in a fight. Of course, he gained weight much faster than most, but one must also take into account that he’s eight-foot-two, and has to gain at least twice his minimum body weight if he wants to ensure that he has enough fat for his jobs to go well each and every time. But despite eating being one of the main components to his quirk, there always came a point where he just couldn’t eat more than he already had. His stomach was hyper-functioning, but not limitless.

You knew this, and you knew Taishiro did as well, but he’d always been a go-beyond-plus-ultra kind of guy, and put the public’s need for his quirk and heroship over his own well-being. This resulted in a lot of long nights with him bending over the toilet to throw up what he couldn’t keep down, and you giving him belly massages when it started acting up. But eventually, it got to the point where even his own doctor told him he needed to slow down, and take more time to eat instead of rushing back to duty.

This was very hard for him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ever completely understand why, but you were there for him nonetheless. Long nights turned into sleepless ones for him over his growing anxiety. The stomach pains came and went a little less than they had, but the dark clouds kept looming over him all the same.

At first, you weren’t sure if you should try to help him. Despite his outgoing and friendly nature, he was a rather independent person, and it just didn’t feel like your place to try to get him on the right track. So you started to spend more time with him while he ate, just to keep him company and make sure he was okay, instead of trying to do anything too direct.

Most of what Taishiro ate was fast food, since it was easy to gain fat with it and even faster to get his hands on. You couldn’t eat much of it, but he could eat it for hours if he went slow enough, so you ate a couple fries every now and again and spent the rest of your time at the table getting him to talk as to slow down his intake. It was sometimes hard to think of things to talk about, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working like a charm.

At first, it was mostly like the afterwork small-talk you usually made: “How was your day? Anything exciting? Whose asses did you kick? Is Amajiki doing okay? What do you mean Kirishima got his hand stuck in the printer?” And he was content talking about it. But after a few days, all of his answers were the same, seeing as not much had been changing. So you had to get creative.

“What’s your opinion on pineapple on pizza?”

“Absolutely delectable. Food of the Gods. Next question.” You chuckled to yourself and bit into one of the many sandwiches stacked on the table.

“What about pickles? I’ve never seen you eat those.”

“If you saw me eating pickles, that would be an evil clone of me. Pickles are detestable to mankind.” You laughed this time, and he smiled warmly at you before taking another bite of his sandwich. You silently pushed his drink towards him to remind him to wash it down after.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about a food you didn’t like except coconut.” You set your sandwich back down in the box and took a drink.

“Well, most stuff goes down easy, but I can’t stand coconut for the life of me. Pickles are even worse.”

“What else don’t you like, then?”

You spent the rest of that night talking about food until it made you feel more full than you were. For the first time in a while, he didn’t ask you to massage his belly and back, and you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to find him in the bathroom. But what made you happy the most, was that he seemed happier, too.

But after a while, you were finding deeper conversations making their way to the table (no pun intended) more often. One minute you’d be discussing things that should be recyclable, and the next you were talking about how useless you felt seeing all of those terrible landfills and the rising emissions and not being able to do much more about it than putting bottles and plastic in the right bin. And, on some of the nights that veered in that direction, you both started talking about things you didn’t have the time or guts to have said before.

“I think my quirk is gonna kill me one day, darlin’.” You paused in your eating, but his eyes remained downcast at his food. “This kind of eatin’ isn’t good for a regular person, and even with, uhm- how I am,” Taishiro loosely gestured to his body. “I don’t think it can take this much. Not in the long run, anyway.”

You’d considered it a few times before, but nothing had ever happened to cause real concern. The doctors never said anything. You were starting to realize that maybe they didn’t have to. Maybe it was something you should have seen before, something you should have realized a long time ago. Hearing him say it made your heart sink.

“I don’t like hearing you talk like that, honey. I don’t-” You gave a frustrated sigh, setting your food down and resting your arms on the table. “-I don’t like to think about...about not having you here.”

“I’m a hero, darlin’. I’m surprised you don’t think about it every day.” He was slow when he took a bite of his sandwich. He seemed distant, now.

“Do you?” He turned to you, stilling again. You swallowed. “Do you think about dying? Every day?”

He set his food down again. You could tell he probably wasn’t going to pick it back up for the night. “I think about what would happen if I left you all alone. What would happen to you if I were gone. Not so much thinkin’ about dyin’ as I do about you.”

You could feel your eyes grow wet. You could see emotion welling in his own, too. You didn’t think you’d cry that night when you sat down for dinner, but anything could always happen, you guessed.

The two of you started talking more about the future after that night. Death seemed a little too real, a little too close for comfort, so you talked like you could outlive it. You hadn’t considered marriage much before he brought up how much trouble he’d have to go through to find a dealer who could make a ring in his size. You hadn’t considered having children until he started talking about how cute all the babies and kids were on his patrol, and how good you’d look with one in your arms.

So you told him all the places you wanted to go one day, and where you might want to have a wedding. You discussed all the baby names you’d thought of, and which ones would fit a baby of what you thought your offspring would look like. You would want a girl named Honoka, Taishiro would want a girl named Sumiko. You both thought Mamoru was a good boy name, though.

You could see the progression of Taishiro’s health every time he gained weight, and you could also see the light grow brighter in his smiles. You could swim in his happiness when he laughed. You could feel his love for you in your bones every time he kissed you, or touched you, or when he whispered little nothings to you in the dark. He was becoming whole again, if you had ever known a time when he was completely there in the first place, and you could feel yourself growing with him.

His soft touches on the small of your back and on your cheeks made you feel more grounded. When you asked about his day, he responded in earnest, and you clung to every word. He pulled you back to Earth when you hadn’t even realized you were drifting away.

You hadn’t realized how unreal everything felt until you thought of what lay ahead, both for you and Taishiro. It was like you were close to graduating again, having to consider what you wanted with your life and where you’d go from there. You’d always thought getting married. You’d always thought about having kids. But you had never considered it- not genuinely, not when it was an option available to you. You could feel a change bubbling beneath your surface.

But you could see him changing, too. Even when you weren’t there to eat with him, you could tell he took his time with it. You could see him start to care about his own thoughts and needs as much as he cared about your’s. He started to feel whole to you, no matter whether he had fat on his bones or not, and you could tell he was starting to feel it, too.

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gummygowon · 4 years

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wake up loser | jeon jungkook

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: none

a/n: i wrote this oneshot a long time ago and i didn’t really know much about jungkook’s personality and i wrote this for my friend so please don’t burn me if this jungkook actually doesn’t match up with the real jk’s personality.

clink! clink! clink!

the annoying sound wouldn't stop no matter how hard you shoved the pillows into your ears. at first you thought it was something in your dream that was making that sound but as you slowly began to wake up the clinking never came to a stop.

you mumbled a curse under your breath as you got up to look out your window. usually if you heard a weird sound coming from outside your room you would be shitting yourself but you were too tired and angry to be scared. whatever demon that was outside was about to get their ass kicked back to hell.

you pushed your window curtains to the side a little too roughly and rubbed the fatigue away from your eyes. "jungkook?"

you immediately flung your window open. he was standing on your driveway with a handful of pebbles in his palm. it was a miracle he didn't shatter your window.

"oh my god finally." your best friend rolled his eyes. "you're such a pain in the ass to wake up."

"jungkook, what the fuck do you want." you grumbled. you tried your best to not wake up the whole goddamn neighborhood since it was who knows how late it was in the night or fuck, how early it was in the morning.

"just come down. i wanna show you something."

it was summer now which meant that you were back at your parents for the time being. you missed your family greatly but now you just wanna escape back into your dorm. your mom's usual nagging was getting to you and you needed a break even if it was just for a day.

but being back at your parent's house meant that you would see your childhood best friend, jeon jungkook.

you guys would do everything with each other when you were younger. hanging out at the community pool or even playing tag with the other neighborhood kids. oh how you wished to be a child again.

but, now you were an adult going to college and partying and doing other adult stuff. you kept in touch with jungkook but not as often as you wanted. the both of you guys were incredibly busy with school and work so a long phone call every weekend would have to do until now.

if jungkook had waited like four more hours you would sprung out of your bed so fast to hang out with him. but you were rudely awakened from your slumber and sleep was hard to come across in college so you had to take advantage now.

"why? it's literally so early." you whined.

"my mom made strawberry milk yesterday and i have some left over." he bribed.

"oh, say less." any anger or fatigue left your body as soon as he mentioned strawberry milk. jungkook's mom made the world's best strawberry milk and it was a shame that not everyone could try her delicious beverage.

you quickly got ready and grabbed a hoodie from your pile of clothes that were sitting on a chair. you didn't even dare to change out of your pajamas. the warmth that it provided was too good to be substituted for a wack ass pair of cold jeans.

you slipped out our window as if it wasn't your first time sneaking out. you were an adult now, your parents shouldn't really care about why you weren't home in the morning.

when you jumped down from your window, you swatted the tiny dust particles off yourself before turning to jungkook. "well, where we going captain?"

"this way, m'lady." he stuck out his arm for you to loop through, which you gladly did.

you've always this tiny crush on jungkook. it was bound to happen at some point but you never did anything about it and secretly hoped it went away. but your crush on him became even bigger during your senior prom when your trashy ex dumped you right there and then proceeded to start grinding up on one of your "friends."

jungkook was there for you throughout the whole thing. you were balling on his blazer and apologized many times and try to pull your head away to stop your runny makeup from ruining his jacket but he pulled you in closer to him and told you it was fine. he didn't really care if his prom outfit was ruined, all he cared about was you. the prom was ass anyways.

in an effort to make you feel better, he took you to in-n-out. the two of you guys ate your burgers while singing karaoke in his mom's old mini van. without jungkook, you were sure prom would've been a complete disaster. well, it definitely was but he made it better.

since then, you had your fair shares of hook ups and dates while in college. no one had met your incredibly high standards. in other words, no one was jeon jungkook but you would never admit it out loud.

you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him over your dumb feelings for him. plus, you didn't know what he was up to in his own love life. it's been awhile since the two of you actually sat down in person and properly caught up.

after walking in what seemed like fifteen minutes, you guys had arrived at this old park you guys used to hangout while growing up.

"oh man, i haven't been in here forever." you gasped, a big grin spreading across your face. memories flooded your brain.

jungkook looked over to you and couldn't help but smile too since you were so excited.

you let go of his arm and started running towards the tiny hill. "race you."

"hey! you got a head start." jungkook whined as he dashed towards you.

you actually ended up winning the race surprisingly but since jungkook was a sore loser he tackled you to the floor.

"you cheated!" he shouted as he tickled you.

"no-stop please- i did not." you argued between in laughs.

you managed to wrestle jungkook and ended up straddling him with his arms pinned down by you. he made eye contact with you and you could feel you heart do twenty somersaults.

if you guys were kids, it wouldn't be awkward but since you guys were almost twenty years old and since someone had a little crush, there definitely was tension.

you awkwardly coughed to get rid of the silence. "i win though." you fought back as you slid off him.

"yeah, sure. whatever works for you." he chuckled.

"it's not my fault ,you're so slow jk."

he put a hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt. "how dare you say such things about me."

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness and shoved him lightly, "shut up."

the two of you guys fell into silence as you surveyed the world in front of you. a lot has changed but jungkook didn't change one bit.

"so, how's life?" you asked, breaking the peaceful silence. if nothing was going to happen, you were going to fall asleep.

"i thought you wanted me to shut up?" he fired right back.

you threw your hands up in the air, "just answer the question or i'm walking back home."

"alright, alright. i will."

for the next hour or so, the two of you caught up on everything. from friends to school life to the latest work drama. jeez, there was so much to talk about that you guys couldn't cover in your monthly phone calls. it was nice to catch up with him though. you missed him a lot. talking through screens wasn't the same as being next him.

the sun was about halfway in the sky and the clouds were painted a dusty pink. jungkook had whipped out the infamous strawberry milk, much to your delight and you guys sipped in silence with the occasional moment of bringing up old memories.

you were sipping your drink while deep in your thoughts. a surge of confidence came and it dared you to confess your true feelings to your best friend. you don't know where it came from but you weren't no pussy. you stared at the pink sky and a smile formed on you lips as you thought about the what if's with him.

you could feel jungkook's stare on you so, you turned to look at him. "what?"

he had this lovestruck look on his face. a look you've never really seen out of all the years you've known him.

now, jungkook also had a fat crush on you but was too scared to make a move. he thought he lost you when you got a boyfriend in high school but look at how that turned out. he was secretly happy that the two of you didn't work out but he would never confess that to you.

i swear there was something in the air because jungkook also had a surge of confidence that dared him to confess too. the timing was perfect. actually, everything was perfect. the sky was a pretty pink, you were happy which made him even happier.

his mind couldn't stop thinking about how cute you looked in your pajamas and messy bun. he was grateful that you could be comfortable with him and that you didn't care what you looked like in front of him. to him you were just right.

"i love you." he confessed. jungkook was practically sweating as soon as those words left his mouth. he didn't actually mean to confess like that or did he? "i mean-"

"just kiss me, you loser." you cut in.

jungkook smiled before pulling you in.

you tasted like mint toothpaste and strawberries.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Galactica, Chapter 38 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Look at us, posting 2 chapters in the same week! Holler! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Fear and Yearning At Bianca's 40th Birthday. (Summary courtesy of Dartmouth420)

This Chapter: Violet avoids her love life by throwing herself into her work.

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Violet groaned at the sound of her phone as she turned over in her bed. She had barely slept, dreams and thoughts all swirling around whenever she closed her eyes.

Violet reached out, grabbing her phone from the floor, watching Sutan’s name as it rang out. He had kept calling and calling last night, and if she wasn’t so upset, she would have felt bad about it, the attempt to find out where she was only stopping once she had texted him back.

Violet sat up, her stomach instantly clenching when she saw last night’s dress thrown on the floor, the gown left where she had stepped out of it, the need to get to bed and just forget everything for once squashing her need to be neat.

Violet wasn’t in the mood to get up, didn’t want to know what had actually happened last night, but she still got out of bed, pulling on a set of workout clothes as she started to look for the ancient laptop she knew was hiding somewhere inside her still unpacked moving boxes.

It took about half an hour to find it, getting the laptop to boot up taking so long that Violet managed to make a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea before she sat down at her sewing table.

She hadn’t caught the name of the photographer, but there were only so many magazines and gossip sites that cared about the New York fashion elite, and she had caught a glimpse of an OK! magazine press badge.

Violet quickly found an article on the OK! website, a photo of a smiling Bianca front and center on the front page. She clicked it, her heart beating as she went through the photos, clicking as fast as her laptop let her.

She recognized Sutan on several photos, the cameras clearly loving him, Sutan happily posing whenever the camera was near. Violet clicked past a photo of Fame with Bianca, and there, there it was, the photo that had left her sleepless all night, a breath of relief leaving her.

The camera hadn’t managed to capture her. Sutan was right in the middle, his arm around the model that OK! had easily identified, the only trace of Violet the back of her skirt on the edge of the frame, the fabric not enough for anyone to recognize her.

She was safe, and everything would be okay.

Violet bit her lip, feeling absolutely ridiculous about her reaction, but even though it was ridiculous, it was still how she felt, her fears and her worries real for her.

It had been years since Violet had last heard from her family, her new identity hiding her as long as she kept out of sight, but how would she manage that when this was apparently her life now.

She liked Sutan, she did, she really did, but after everything that had happened, she couldn’t help but wonder if their worlds were too far apart, couldn’t help but feel like she’d never fit in when she took the precautions she did.

She couldn’t phantom how she’d explain, how she could ever make Sutan understand everything she was, but most importantly, everything she wasn’t.

Violet got up from her chair, walking back to her bed to find her phone.

Sutan had sent her a thumbs-up and a heart along with a request to call him when she got his message, but she already knew she wouldn’t.

***

“Raja?!” Raja jumped at the sound of her brother's voice ringing through her apartment, a deep groan leaving her as the front door slammed.

“Raja!” Sutan called again, unease in his voice at the fact that she hadn’t come to greet him.

“Leave me alone!”

“It’s an emergency!”

Raja considered if it would be worth flipping off her twin, when Sutan appeared around the corner, the man in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“There you are.” Sutan sat down, not at all caring that she was hungover, Raja almost reaching for a pillow to wack him with it. She had planned on spending her Saturday watching TV on her couch, Raven thankfully soaking in the tub since her fiancée was always chattering away, but Sutan apparently had different plans than the quiet she had hoped for.

“How many times is too many times to call someone?”

“Are you kidding me?” Raja looked over at him, seriously reconsidering if she should take his house key privilege away, her head pounding. She had done rows of shots with Detox, the sight of Juju trying to shove him into a cab hilarious to her at 3 am. “That’s your big emergency?”

“I told Violet to call,” Sutan tapped his phone against his thigh, her brother radiating nervous energy, “and she hasn’t.”

“So? Maybe she’s just hungover too-”

“I called her two times this morning.”

“What?” That made Raja sit up, though her world got fuzzy around the edges for a second. For the first time since Sutan had arrived, Raja was genuinely interested in what he was saying. “And she still hasn’t responded?”

“Can I call her again,” Sutan flipped his phone over, “Should I wait, or? I should call her again, right?”

“No, don’t-” Raja reached out, grabbing his phone.

“Hey-”

“What did you do?” Raja put it under her pillow, making sure her brother couldn’t embarrass himself any further. He was a grown man, not a teenage boy. No one should call five times without a reply, anything beyond two just humiliating.

“Me?” Sutan looked genuinely offended. “What makes you think I’ve done anything? I’m not the one not taking my calls-”

“Please,” Raja rolled her eyes, winching at the pain. “It’s obviously you.” Raja moved so they were sitting next to each other, Sutan groaning as he slid back on the couch, resting his head on the back. “Now think back.”

“I haven’t done anything-” Sutan crossed his arms, watching the TV.

“You have.” If he was going to play tough, Raja was going to play even tougher. “Violet stayed with you in Paris, if it was anything about you being you that annoyed her, we would have already known-”

“Hey!” Sutan huffed, the conversation once again clearly not taking the turn he had expected. “You’re my sister, aren’t you supposed to be on my side-”

“Please.” Raja sighed, but she still reached out, touching his shoulder. She’d always be on Sutan’s side, them against the world, like they had always been and always would be. “All I’m saying is that she isn’t like the usual airhead socialites you date.”

“Ouch.” Sutan chewed his lips, crossing his arms as he focused on the TV, his ego more than bruised, but Raja knew that it was the tough love he needed right now. “So, I shouldn’t call her?”

“Not until you know what you did.” Raja reached up, gently putting a hand in his hair, the TV still playing at whatever channel she had left it on. “Now what are we thinking for breakfast?”

***

Adore loved waking up in Pearl’s bed. She loved the cheesy satin sheets and being wrapped in the faint smell of weed and leather. She loved how Pearl would sleep with her face buried in her own tangled hair, arms around her from behind, how the first thing she felt when her eyes fluttered open was Pearl’s hand snaking down her belly and over her thighs, fingers trailing teasingly over her bare skin.

“Hey gorgeous…” Pearl drawled into her ear, the low voice making Adore shiver delightedly.

“Fuck,” Adore whispered, arching her ass back against Pearl’s body, not bothering to cringe at the gentle laughter.

“You’re such a needy little baby in the morning,” Pearl whispered, and Adore didn’t have the self control to argue, simply whimpered and turned her head, lips parted, eagerly accepting Pearl’s playful, biting kisses.

The top sheet slid down, revealing Adore’s breasts, the cold air immediately making her nipples stiffen. As Pearl’s long, graceful fingers toyed with her clit, Adore’s chest began to heave, pulse pounding. She gasped with pleasure when Pearl finally slipped a finger inside her, eyes squeezed shut.

When the door to Pearl’s bedroom swung open, Adore took a few moments to notice, so wrapped up in the wonderful feeling of being in Pearl’s arms, fucking down into her fingers.

“Hey, did you guys want some pancak-WHOOPS!” Katya giggled, eyes taking in the scene before her. “Sorry!”

“Good morning,” Pearl grinned, twirling her thumb, causing Adore to gasp.

“I guess pancakes aren’t really your priority right now,” Katya said, trying to balance the tray on her hip as she reached for the door to close it, still giggling. The scent of coffee, sizzling bacon, and maple syrup wafted over to Adore.

“Yeah, I think we’re alright for now,” Pearl laughed, pressing a kiss against Adore’s neck. “But thanks.”

“Fine-”

“Wait,” Adore gripped her forearm tighter, panting out, “I could eat some pancakes.”

“Well, alright then!” Katya replied cheerfully, walking forward to deposit the tray on Pearl’s nightstand.

“Really?” Pearl snickered into her ear. Adore knew that she should probably feel self-conscious, but between Pearl’s magical fingers and the scent of the food on that tray making her mouth water, she just couldn’t be bothered.

“Enjoy!” Katya chirped, before leaving and shutting the door firmly behind her.

It didn’t take Pearl long to send Adore over the edge, moaning and gasping for air, a bruise blooming on her neck where Pearl had sucked on her pulse point. To her utter delight, the coffee was still hot, the steaming mug passing just under her nose as Pearl brought it to her lips.

“Man...I thought my surrogate mother was cool, but Bianca would never.” Adore reached over to lazily pluck a piece of bacon from the tray.

“Katya is the best mom in the universe,” Pearl laughed.

“She should be sainted,” Adore said, picking up her phone and calling Bianca. When her sister’s voicemail clicked on, Adore said, “Okay so Pearl’s roommate just brought us breakfast in bed while we were fucking. That’s real love and fuck you for never doing that for me when I lived with you. Also fuck you for screening your calls. Also I hope you had a nice birthday. Bye bitch.”

When Adore hung up, Pearl was laughing into her shoulder.

“What? Too mean? She’s gonna love it, trust me.”

“You’re truly a monster, do you know that?” Pearl said, still smiling and shaking her head. .

Adore pushed her onto her back and climbed on top, a wicked smirk twisting her lips. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

***

Jovan yawned, still practically half-asleep, walking into design and depositing his bag at his desk, an urgent need for some caffeine the only thing propelling his aching body forward. He was just about to turn and head for the breakroom when he caught sight of Violet, his sleepy eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

She was kneeling in front of a dress, thread and needle in hand as she was doing the finishing touches on the golden embroidery that ran all along the edge of the skirt, Jovan instantly recognizing the blue jewel tones of it from her sketches.

“Um...what in the fuck? What is that?!”

“A dress?”

“I can see that.” He had only seen the sketch on Violet’s desk, but he knew at first glance that it was the couture piece she had presented, the piece so clearly playing on the work Alexis had made. “How are you this far along? You’d barely finished patterning on Friday!”

“Trixie told me to present my ideas to tailoring, and I’ve never collaborated with them before,” Violet mumbled, smoothing out the skirt. “So I did some work over the weekend, preparing samples of my style-”

“Some work? Some work?” Jovan huffed, almost a little offended at how Violet downplayed her accomplishment, people acting fake humble one of his biggest pet peeves.

“There isn’t any embroidery on it.”

“You made an entire Met Ball level couture gown!”

“Huh.” Violet cracked a small smile at that, clearly flattered, but kept at it, deep in concentration. Jovan shook his head in amazement, Violet maybe just that crazy, and headed for the break-room to get his much-needed coffee, praying that the machine wouldn’t fight him today.

When he returned, sipping his latte, he saw Bob and Maxwell entering and gave them a wave. Bob strolled forward, a big grin on his face.

“Someone’s famous,” he sang happily, taking a seat on the edge of Violet’s desk.

“I am?” Jovan asked, brow furrowing.

“No, not you.” Bob swept him off with a hand gesture, “No one cares about you,” he teased, then clarified. “I meant Violet.”

“What?” Violet’s head snapped up to see Bob brandishing his phone, looking at the screen he displayed for her. Violet stood up, quickly brushing off her skirt. “What are you talking about-”

Jovan took a sip of his coffee, wondering why Violet suddenly looked so uncomfortable.

“You were on the V List this weekend.”

“The V List?!” Maxwell asked, laughing, the news clearly not something he had already heard.

The V list was one of New York’s premiere gossip blogs, and Jovan often felt like he was the only one in Manhattan who didn’t follow it religiously.

“Yes. Bianca Del Rio’s Party? Fancy shit,” Bob announced, eyes sparkling.

“You were at Bianca’s party, Violet?” Jovan asked, impressed.

“Huh?” Violet looked at him briefly, a weird panic in her eyes. “Yes, no, I mean- I was there, but-”

“Heard the food was amazing.” Bob grinned. “V gave it 4 out of 5 champagne glasses.”

“I- ” Violet was standing completely still, her hands clenched tightly.

“I thought you said you didn’t gossip.” Maxwell reached forward to tug at Bob’s sweater, grabbing the phone out of his hands.

“This isn’t gossip, Cracks. It’s news,” Bob said, trying to get his phone back but finding the smaller man surprisingly quick.

“It’s literally a gossip site!” Maxwell exclaimed. “Come on!”

“It’s info-tainment,” Bob conceded. “So Vi, you gonna give us all the good upstairs tea? Now that you’re partying with them?”

“How is this not gossip?!” Maxwell cried, but Jovan’s eyes stayed on Violet, who was shaking her head vigorously.

“I don’t know anything,” Violet insisted firmly. “And this-” she pointed at the phone, “won’t happen again. Sorry to disappoint.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Bummer. Well, back to reality, I guess!” Bob said, heading for his own workstation.

Violet was still for a few moments, and maybe it was Jovan’s imagination, but he thought her dark eyes looked a bit glassy. But before he could ask her if she was okay, she was all business, brushing off her hands and focusing her attention back on the gown. Jovan decided he better leave well enough alone, at least for now.

***

Violet tried to remain calm, but she honestly felt anything but calm.

The V list was just a stupid gossip site, was just a stupid blog that no one cared about unless they lived in New York.

If only Violet was just hiding from people who lived in Atlanta.

She had finished up the skirt before she had cracked and checked the site on her phone, her lip between her teeth as she had hidden in the bathroom to go over the site. It was just as Bob had said, the OK photographer capturing a shaky photo of her just before she had managed to pull away. She wasn’t truly recognisable, the picture only enough to make someone pause if they really knew her face.

Violet had returned to her station, finishing up the neckline and making sure her stitches held up so she could take it down and show it to tailoring

Violet knew it was weird that she had made an entire dress in a weekend, and she honestly hadn’t meant to, but she had felt so anxious at home, that she had come in for something, anything, to do - her thoughts whirling around the party and the photos and Sutan.

Sutan, Sutan, Sutan.

He wasn’t exactly the problem, but it was hard not to blame him for the predicament she was in, the whole situation with the photographer making her feel sick to her stomach.

Violet had known who Sutan was from the moment she had met him, and she couldn’t help but think to herself that maybe, just maybe, she should have run away at the Vogue Party, that she wouldn’t be in this situation if she hadn’t allowed herself to be swept up in his world.

Violet knew she was weird about photos and being online, but it wasn’t because she hated her body or thought she was hideous. Rather, it was the idea that someone from her old life could find her, that people she didn’t know knew about her.

She had never understood why people had wanted to share their private life online, why anyone wanted to talk about themself when it was so much easier to just say nothing, the opinion of strangers not mattering to her at all.

Violet bit her lip, her thoughts returning to Sutan once again.

Every time they did, she felt it like a stab, her heart hurting. It hadn’t been a problem so far that Violet had no desire to be online, Sutan never asking her to pose for photos or forcing her to be in selfies.

She didn’t want to lose him, but she couldn’t imagine a life for herself where she always had to look out for a camera, couldn’t imagine ever finding it fun or flattering or interesting to be looked at by strangers, to be someone people wanted to know because she dated someone they cared about.

Violet didn’t want to, hated that it seemed like her only option, but she couldn’t think of any other solutions.

She had to break it off with Sutan, even if she didn’t want to.

***

VIOLET: I don’t think we should see each other again. Thank you for everything

***

[Raja! Raja?!] Sutan wasn’t even aware that he had slipped into Indonesian, that this was the second time in a week that he had barged into his sister’s apartment, slipping right past Raven who had been sitting in the living room without even saying hello.

All he knew was that he was hurting, really hurting, and that he wanted his twin.

[Raja!]

“What? What now?” Raja came out of her office, her long hair in a high ponytail, her phone in hand, annoyance thick in her voice. “Sutan I know we’re known as those twins, but you can’t just show up-”

Sutan cut her off, throwing his arms around her and burrowing his neck in her shoulder.

“-whenever you feel like it…” Raja sounded absolutely stunned, and Sutan spent a second worrying if he had done something wrong, if Raja would push him away too, but then she hugged him close, and everything felt slightly less terrible.

[Oh Tantan,] Raja whispered, one of her hands slipping into his hair. [What’s going on?]

[‘M fine.] Sutan sighed, not sure if he could even talk about it, but Raja just snorted, hugging him even closer.

[Sure.] They stood like that for a while, Raja rocking them back and forth, Sutan slowly calming down.

He hated feeling like this, hated being small and frustrated and lost and angry, but he simply couldn’t help it.

[Let’s go into my office.]

[Okay.]

Raja chuckled, pulling Sutan with her and away from the hall, closing the door to her office behind her. It wasn’t that he wanted to hide from Raven, wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but he didn’t want her to see him like this, didn’t want to have to share how he was feeling with anyone but his twin.

[Sit down.] Raja pointed to the couch in the corner, and Sutan dumped down. Raja’s home office looked almost exactly like the one she had at Galactica, heavy oak and green walls a cornerstone of her style. The biggest difference was that one of the walls was covered by a bookcase that housed every single magazine either Raja or Raven had ever been in, Raja kissing him square on the mouth when he had hunted down the 1996 copy of German Vogue she had been missing for their birthday 4 years ago.

[So,] Raja sat down next to him after closing her computer. [What happened?]

[I got a text.] Sutan felt the flicker of anger again. He had come here directly from work, the terrible text from Violet ticking in just as he was about to leave his office. [Violet broke up with me, which is so fucking lame,] Sutan refused to pause on the fact that he had used the word lame, lame lame in itself since he was in his 40’s, [because we’re not even official and-]

[What?] Raja’s eyes widened, interrupting him. [Wait, wait wait,] Raja twisted her upper body, turning towards him. [Go back. She broke up with you over text?]

[Well,] Sutan didn’t want to admit that that was exactly what had happened, the whole situation completely bizarre. [You can’t really break up with someone you’re not official-] Sutan knew he was being petty, knew he was focusing way too much on the wrong thing, but everything else hurt too much.

[What did the text say?]

[That’s the worst part.] Sutan reached into his suit jacket, grabbing his phone from his pocket. [It just says] “I don’t think we should see each other again. Thank you for everything.”

“WHAT?!” This time, Raja sounded genuinely upset. She grabbed the phone from his hand, reading the text message. “That bitch!”

“Hey-” Sutan sat up. He knew Violet had just broken up with him, but that didn’t mean his sister could call her a bitch. “that’s not fair-”

“Oh it’s more than fair.” Raja looked at him, her eyes burning, and Sutan knew he was dangerously close to Raja getting ready to set the world on fire to avenge him. It was a look Sutan hadn’t seen in a long time, their days of Raja punching people who made him cry on the playground long gone. She swiped right, quickly unlocking his phone.

“I’m going to text her right back-”

“NO!” Sutan grabbed his phone, stopping Raja before she had any chance to type. “No, no you won’t”

“Let me just-” Raja reached out, but Sutan quickly put his phone under his leg, making sure Raja couldn’t get to it without a fight. “She deserves a piece of my mind!”

If it wasn’t such a delicate situation, Raja’s protectiveness would have been touching, but right now, it was only adding to his problems.

“There has to be a reason Rajie.” Sutan looked at his sister. [I’ve been going over the night again and again and again, trying to figure out what went wrong like you said, and I was ready to give up, but now that she’s sent this text-] Sutan took a deep breath. [I must have done something. Something bad, and if I should just figure out what it is, if I should get the chance to apologize-]

[Wait.] Raja tilted her head. [You still want to talk to her?]

[Yes? I mean I miss her and I know it’s only been three days but I still-] Sutan groaned, only now realizing that Raja was staring at him like he had grown a second head, like she had no idea who he was. “Rajie I know sound like a complete maniac, but-”

“No, no.” [I’ll see what I can do.] Raja gave him a small smile, gently touching his knee. [I’ll see what I can do.]

***

Fame loved participating in the monthly design meeting. It was a joy to see all the designers scramble to please her, and she adored watching Trixie put on his little boss pants and act all serious.

The best surprise of all though, had been Violet who had somehow managed to make an entire gown from scratch, apparently because she wanted to take it to tailoring.

Fame didn’t miss Violet, that wasn’t her style, but as she watched her former assistant talk about the underskirt she had made, she couldn’t help but be a little mournful about the fact that that level of dedication and precision was no longer dedicated to her, and her alone.

“So,” Fame leaned back in her chair, turning her head to Raja to whisper. “What do we think of the dress?”

“It fits the holiday collection perfectly.” Raja tapped her pen against the notepad she had in her lap, her outfit of the day a stunning forest green pant suit.

“Right?” Fame crossed her arms, giving a sigh. “So annoying.” Fame almost rolled her eyes, but she knew she couldn’t, not when she could feel the eyes of her designers on her.

“You know,” Raja made a note next to Violet’s name. “We could always include her.”

“What?” Fame looked over at Raja. “No, no. Everyone else would be furious.” Fame didn’t speak with the individual designers all that often, Trixie telling her everything she needed, but Violet was so new, and the collection had been finalized weeks ago. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Because you care so much about fair?” Raja smirked, looking over at her.

“Oh shut up.” Fame chewed her lip, watching as Violet moved off stage, Kiara stepping up instead. Fame didn’t mind playing favorites in the slightest, but she didn’t like to make Trixie unnecessarily upset.

“Hear me out.” Raja whispered, “She’s made a gorgeous dress.”

Fame nodded, the point more than fair.

“We’ll have her at the fittings tomorrow, see how the dress looks in person, and then if we still like it, we can offer it up in the couture part of the collection.”

“Hmm…” It wasn’t normal for Raja to advocate this hard, so she had to really see something in Violet’s dress, had to really believe in her as an employee. Fame looked over at Violet, watching the mannequin behind her. The dress was stunning, perfect for the Galactica couture line once the details Violet had described would be added to it, and even though Fame didn’t always agree with Raja, she hadn’t been let down by her yet.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

***

“Hello brother dear. I’ll accept my thanks in diamonds or floors seats to the Knicks. Your choice.”

“As a thanks for what?”

“Fixing your little problem.”

“What? Raja, what did you do?”

“I made sure that a certain designer will be present for the fittings tomorrow.”

“Okay… And?”

“And, I was thinking you could swing by, check up on whether or not we’re treating your model right.”

“Wait, while Violet’s there- Isn’t that kind of desperate?”

“You’re the one who said you want to know why she broke up with you.”

“I did, but-”

“Look, do whatever you want, you’re a grown man who can make his own decisions.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“So you’re coming, right?”

“Ugh. I can’t believe I am, but yes. Yes I am.”

“Good decision.”

***

Violet adjusted her wrist pin cushion for the third time, waiting for her and her garment’s time to step up on the tailoring floor. She knew she was fiddling with it, but she couldn’t help it. This was the first time ever that she was present for a Galactica fitting, Courtney nowhere to be seen since Fame never brought an assistant along for these things, Ivy instead taking care of whatever either of them could need. Raja and Fame sitting on one end of the room, a table in front of them as they made live comments on the selected garments for the holiday collection.

When she had presented her dress yesterday, Violet had never imagined that Trixie would come by her desk to ask her to bring it to the fitting. Pride snuggled in her stomach, her head held high. She had no idea she’d be given the chance to show her worth so soon, but she wasn’t going to let anyone down.

Today, she would be perfect.

It felt weird to be wearing pants to work, the black turtleneck sweater and the black high waisted pair she had put on that morning perfect for being on the floor, the combination one Violet knew was approved by Fame, but as she looked around, none of new coworkers from design seemed to care at all about whenever or not Fame liked their personal style.

All around her, people were chatting and drinking coffee, but Violet couldn’t concentrate on the small talk. Instead, she was watching Alexis who was on her knees in front of a model, inching up a hem with the help of one of the tailors, since Fame had suggested that it should be a little shorter.

Fittings were rough on a model, the young girls often standing in place for hours at a time, but Violet could see that Ivy had made sure to bring along both energy drinks and protein bars, the girl in good hands.

Violet bit her lip, considering whenever or not she should go grab a coffee, when the door to the floor opened. Violet looked over her shoulder, wondering who could possibly dare to be late, but it wasn’t a Galactica employee who came through the door, instead, it was the last person she wanted to see, Sutan Amrull smiling wide as he shrugged off his jacket.

Violet turned her head quickly, looking straight ahead, hoping and praying that he hadn’t seen her, the blood draining from her face.

No no no no no no no.

She wasn’t proud of the text she had sent, wasn’t proud of what she had done, but this was a catastrophe. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, all she could do was stay still, and hope that everything would be okay.

Violet’s nails were digging into her palm, her breath caught in her throat, but just as she was about to relax, just as she hoped it had passed, she felt a presence behind her, the deep voice she knew so intimately well in her ear.

“Hello Violet.”

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Thirty Nine. Part 6

Suddenly my drive has heightened, I mean that too because all of a sudden I want to ride Chris so many times. I am going to get my way, but he is currently asleep. I don’t want to wake him, but I am awake planning in my head that I need to get this over with. If I am right, then all this sex should get me pregnant, it’s hitting at the same time as my ovulation so I think I should. If I am married by next month, then I won’t be pregnant on my wedding day, so I’m trying to work around this. I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket for ending up pregnant, I’m just praying that I do because I really want to be a mother, I just want something of my own. I really want that, but I will let god guide me to be pregnant. Looking over at Chris asleep still, I slept for a while, but I woke up and ordered breakfast. I am hungry and I’m planning, I think hand on my heart, I will get my way, but I also want Chris to explore Barbados too, just us. A knock at the door, that must be breakfast. Tightening the robe around my body as I made my way to the door, I had a shower. I needed it; it would be rude to be walking around like that. Unlocking the door and dragging it open “your breakfast madam” opening the door wider “please place it here, I will wheel it out” Chris is asleep and to be honest, I don’t want anyone seeing his naked self “not to worry” he wheeled in the tray full of food “enjoy” he walked by me, letting the door close. A smile formed on my face; I now have to wake him up. I know it’s early, but I think it’s not good just sleeping in, I want Chris to see Barbados, I realised my auntie store is not far, he can meet my auntie and some of my family members, he can see and meet the Barbadian people, see how I grew up and the people I know, I want that actually for today. I always wanted to bring Chris here too.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, a smile played on my face. I can’t believe I am his fiancé, he wanted to marry me. I know I have mentioned marriage to him, but I didn’t think he would do it, I didn’t think he would do it so soon but I am over the moon, he’s made me feel so much more better about me, I don’t know. It’s weird but my confidence is just sky high, lightly shaking Chris “poppa” I was going to scare him awake but that would be mean so I will stick to being kind with him, he seemed pretty tired last night after I gave him head, it was like I took his energy from him, it was just so easy to please him “poppa, wake up. Breakfast is here” he is really not waking up, climbing onto the bed “Christopher” leaning down and pressing lots of kisses to his face “what, what, what?” He said all grumpy and annoyed that I even did this “oh don’t be annoyed but breakfast is here. Come out and eat with me, please” the fact I know Chris is not impressed, his eyes are firmly shut but I know he is not happy that I woke him up “please” I said nicely “ok I will, just let me open my eyes” shuffling off of the bed, let me leave him to wake up “scared me awake” watching him turn onto his back “I was trying to do it all nicely but you wasn’t waking up, I will wait for you outside” let me go, I think poppa is annoyed which is not my fault. I don’t like he is annoyed with me; he gave me such a dirty look because I woke him.

I am waiting for poppa to come out, I saw his bare ass walk across to the bathroom he should be out soon. Reaching over and grabbing a watermelon slice, placing it in my mouth watching Chris step out into the sun “why are you so grumpy?” Is he serious, watching him walk over to me “I’m not” walking around the table, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips “morning” oh he is grumpy, watching him walk to the chair, I am side eyeing him right now “is it because I woke you?” Chris huffed out sitting down on the chair “a little, I am tired that is all” nodding my head, dragging my eyes down to his body. I can’t believe Chris has got a six pack, that is amazing “I like that little V shape you got going on there, forgot to mention. Please smile” he’s going to learn how to smile, he did the fakest smile “I am playing, I’ll get over it. Is this mine?” He pointed at his plate, knowing full well that is his plate “yeah why?” Finishing off my watermelon “they put bacon on my plate, you know this. Me don’t like it” I snorted laughing “you are hanging around my family too much, then put it on mine. I did say no bacon, but whatever. Maybe I should have kept you asleep for a little longer” Chris waved me off “I’m cool, I get to sit out here. Get a tan” his body does need a tan “well I want us to spend all the time we can together, we have missed out on a lot” we really have so I just want us to spend time together “I get what you mean, last night was a lot. I mean I’m ready for more, seeing as you made a damn game up? Next month married? Damn” Chris is acting like it’s quick, like he didn’t want us to get married this quick “why? What is the difference, I mean why wait? It’s stupid to do that, anyways I want to eat” it’s too early for politics right now, I want some food first.

Looking over at Chris on his phone, I am being nosey “who is that?” I pointed, I know I see a girl’s name on there “she’s a scout for our clothing line, she was congratulating me and then asked me a few work related things” squinting my eyes “go back a page” I would like to see the girl, Chris laughed and just gave me his phone “and you want to marry me? Don’t trust me” grabbing his phone “you yes, others no” oh she likes to have her body out “did you pick her out of thin air? How did she come around” I mean I would like to know “so when I went to Drake’ place she was there, and we got talking and she knows a lot of people and she said she would help me scout models for the clothing line, she is wearing my stuff too” tapping on the picture “with her booty out? Pornstar” Chris is laughing but I am being serious “so you found her at Drake’ home” tapping on his direct messages and onto her messages “thank you ma” I read his message out “you’re so young and getting married, don’t blame you when you got Rihanna but she is lucky to have you, so sweet” I am unsure on how to take that “if you don’t trust me then we won’t work, this is stupid” scrolling up on the messages “you’re her boss but she calls you sexy? See I know that thirst trap picture would do that” backing out of his messages and it’s just full of women, like women sending pictures to him “these girls know you’re with me, wow” this is crazy “I don’t respond at all, I don’t care about them. If I wanted to cheat I could have at Tyga’ house and I’m being dead serious, girls were throwing themselves at me and it’s all on the down low, but I was like nah, I got my girl away and I am counting the days to when she is back, I don’t care” I didn’t think he would be getting this much, it’s a lot of girls.

I look like a crazy fiancé but I just wanted to check it all, Chris continued to eat without a care. I am not annoyed with him but the fact this is happening, and those types of things are being sent to him when it’s uncalled for, he is taken by me and these bitches know that “is that it?” Placing his on the table “yeah” I breathed out “why would I cheat on you? You have helped me back to who I am, I love you Robyn and that is it. Why would I start speaking on the future with you just to cheat? It’s not logical, so please just trust me on this. I don’t care for any other female” nodding my head “just I’ve seen happy couples get married and then their husband still cheat, so yeah. It can happen, if you are ever unhappy with me I rather you did say it to me. Don’t ever cheat on me, seeing your messages is crazy. I thought it was spam but it’s not, girls are throwing themselves at you, I just didn’t think it” I really didn’t “oh yeah, when I was at Tyga’ place they were just straight asking me to cheat. They just said we signed a waiver, this is secret. Rihanna won’t know, I was like uhuh no, I am fine. I went there for just fun, not that fun. I know my limits, I think they assume because I am not famous and I am on the come up they want to have sex with me, just so down the line they can say they had sex with me. Even on my single days I wouldn’t want that, I am not into white girls, they were very fake. Not me Robyn” shaking my head “they were saying very crude things on there, look I am going to drop it because there is really nothing on there but, I am not saying you are ugly. No way I am saying that I just didn’t think they would be so desperate. I am not insecure, but I know men do cheat with the nastiest bitches” Chris laughed “I am not going anywhere, trust me. So we good? I don’t want this to come up again, I am not interested. It takes two to cheat, I am not playing that” nodding my head, I am proud of him, but I won’t say that.

I cooed out “Awww Bang Bang put, I knew these two would be married when they got their matching tattoos, he is a great guy and Rihanna chose well. I will remember when he sat next to you and held your hand as I tattooed your neck and how he helped pick out the tattoo, such attention to detail. First ever picture with the couple, can’t wait to see you both together soon. Oh my god, that is so sweet, this is like the first picture of us together with someone else that knew of us” liking the post “that us super dope of him, I was scared that the tattoos were going to turn out wack. I am on a million followers you know: it’s going up and up. Wild, your name holds power, let me change my name to FentysBitch” I chuckled as I finished off typing my thank you post to Bang Bang “do it, but you about to make a name for yourself. No more thirst traps though, I can’t take the bitches speaking on how big your dick is, it’s not it. They are lusting over you” Chris is just laughing, he finds this funny “crazy, people are so happy for us Robyn. I like that” nodding my head “are you going to get ready? We are going to go and see my auntie shop, I want to show you where I hung out” I am excited for this “cool, yeah. I am just going to have a shower first; I didn’t have it last night. I smell like you” I can imagine that he does.

Walking out of the bathroom I had to do double take, I stopped to stare at Chris currently taking a picture in the mirror. Chris laughed probably laughing that I am just staring at him “am I not invited to this picture taking, you doing thirst traps again” pouting my lips out, he really just taking picture of himself now “these shorts are a little tight, you changing?” Chris turned to me “oh the booty was tight but that bulge, it’s a no from me. Mhmmm you looking fine though, did my auntie give you this shirt? Was this in the bag?” Chris nodded his head “yeah, you think this kind of salmon pink suits me. I stole your shades too” pulling his shirt closed “mhmmm” he really showing out “stop fussing, let me just take the picture” leaning against him, Chris placed his arm around me but placed his hand on my booty. Resting my head against his chest “let me see” he held the phone out to me, taking his phone to inspect the pictures but more so to see what pictures he took of himself “these shorts really that bad? I am still waiting on my suitcase?” sliding across to the pictures of him, oh Chris does love himself “nosey” he snatched the phone from me “nice to know you agree too” rolling my eyes “shall we go now” I will have to accept that until he gets his suitcase.

Chris lightly pulled me ahead of him to go into the store first “Robbie!!” my auntie shouted, “I came!” letting his hand go, my auntie clapped her hands running to me “awww my niece came, you mentioned it but I didn’t think you would because you are resting” hugging my auntie “I seen you a few days ago, you so drama” she really is “you barely here anymore Robyn, you know that. It’s so so good to see you” I love my family so much “you remember Chris auntie, he come to see you and also say thank you” my auntie got her arms open to him “awww sweet baby, you not get your clothes back yet” hugging my cousin Nikia “you walk here cousin? Where is Mel?” she knows I would have had Mel with me “we are staying at a hotel, so we came to visit you, show Chris my home. The places that mean a lot to me, where is Noella. She not come?” moving back from the hug “bitch I am here!” Noella came out from the back “you doing work? That ain’t like you, where my niece? You left her alone” hugging Noella “she in the back, she got to start early Robyn. She needs to start doing work now already” waving Noella off, she is being dumb “you lost America boy” Noella said to Chris “America boy? Who that, me?” he is playing dumb “welcome, I am joking” Chris is looking around like he expected luxury and whatever “what’s up?” I questioned “just how you walking around, no bodyguard. Is it safe for you?” nodding my head “of course, this is my home Chris. I always do this when I come home” he is not used to it.

Noella nudged me and then stood next to me “he is fitting in well, rather the famous one now. It’s like they feel he is marrying the Queen of Barbados so the treat him like Royalty, crazy right” it’s crazy to see “I know, I am glad he is fitting in. I mean they don’t want pictures with me anymore. The kids are all over Chris about it, I caught Chris texting a female that works for him, a scout” turning to Noella “wait, hold up what!?” I laughed “it’s not bad, I read it. She did call him sexy, like that is weird but just going through his messages. He has so many women thirsting over him, I just feel like because of him getting this attention and then gaining a six pack, and just getting this exposure. He is just becoming so big headed I guess. Not a bad thing but just the females feed of it, he needs to also not like comments too. I am not worried about him cheating, just the women were throwing themselves at him, sending nudes to him. He is a good guy, but I feel like if he isn’t careful someone will create a rumour that he can’t prove is not true to play with us, nobody likes anyone happy really. I got a little annoyed even though I am assured he won’t do that, he didn’t reply but saw it, the messages he knew were there. He is a handsome guy, more so now. His glow up from before is just amazing, I am protective of my poppa” Noella cooed out “I wouldn’t look through his phone again though, I feel like if you continue to that it will drive him crazy when you don’t need to be like that, women are thots, some anyways. All you need to know he is faithful to you, he is a family man that proposed to you” Noella is right.

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Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

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“Don’t worry,” you told him with a smile so weak it made him want to weep. “I’ll keep you safe, so just go ahead and rest now, Jungkook. Sleep, that’s an order.”

He wanted to protest. Wanted to fight you on the subject of your words. He had to protect you- not the other way around. You were his master. But, he couldn’t even open his mouth, words were so far from his grasp that speech was impossible. When your lips pushed against the skin of his forehead, his eyes slipped shut and he finally fell into sleep.

His back stinging with the sensation of white, hot lightning was the last thing he remembered feeling before the beginning of a dream that took root from the one tear he watched you shed- before he saw nothing at all.

“Wake up.” A Whisper. Jungkook heard a whisper. “It’s a new story with new scenery. Something you wished for.” He couldn't reply back to the whisper. It was soft and gentle like the wind. It calmed him. “Wake up, Jungkook.”

“Jungkook!” The boy flung up from his bed, wincing from the headache he just woke up with. “Get up, I’m not going to take a fall for you being late again.”

“Eat me!” Was Jungkook’s reply to his dumb roommate that was 2 years older than him. Jungkook sat shirtless in bed as he rubbed his brown eyes before looking out the window. The third floor of a basic apartment building he lived in as a senior in high school.

As he lugged himself across his room, he felt off. His pin covered school bag and letterman jacket on his closet door seemed like a mirage. The picture of his 2-year girlfriend seemed photoshopped even though he remembers the date they took that photo clearly in his mind. Even the background photo on his phone of his mother and him 3 months back made him teary-eyed.

Walking out of his room, he saw his tech-geek roommate and full-time nagger, Min Yoongi. Already in year 2 of college and Jungkook’s friend since middle school. Insufferable, but still clever and a bit more reliable than one would think at first glance.

However, even that knowledge and long-time friendship just felt off.

“Dude, you look awful,” Yoongi hit him with bluntly. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever,” marching to get a bowl of cereal- some good ole plain Wheaties- Jungkook moved like a zombie all morning. Brushing his teeth with his cinnamon toothpaste even phased him because he swore his teeth were sharper. On the way to school, he sat in Yoongi’s passenger seat. His friend always hitching him rides to and from school when he could.

“You seem off,” Yoongi started. “You have some wack-ass dream or something?” Jungkook shook his head and mixed it with a shrug.

“I wish I knew. I just feel like I’m forgetting something. “ Jungkook leaned his head against the window. Yoongi hummed in thought.

“Do you have some super important date with Suna or something.” Jungkook shook his head again. No dates with his girlfriend- Suna- that he could recall. Yoongi just shrugged. “Maybe it's just you man.” He stopped at a light and playfully ruffled Jungkook’s dark hair. “You’ll feel better as the day goes on, yeah?”

Jungkook just watched out the window as the world started blurring by as Yoongi moved the car again when the light turned. When Yoongi pulled into the school parking lot, a pair of feminine eyes caught the familiar car in her sight. Jungkook grabbed his bag and slid his body out of the car as Yoongi rolled the window down as Jungkook shut the door. Walking to the driver's side, he moved to talk a moment more with Yoongi when someone jumped on his back.

“Woah!” Jungkook yelped as he moved to instinctively hold the leg that wrapped around his back so that whoever was on him wouldn’t immediately fall off him onto the hard concrete pavement. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the giggling face of Suna. He sighed. “What have I told you about jumping on me like that?” He saw her giggle fade into a pout.

“How else am I supposed to say good morning?”

“Like a normal person maybe?” Suna rolled her eyes as she slid off her boyfriend’s back, Jungkook straightening out his bunched jacket and picking up the bag that he had dropped due to the early morning attack.

“Hello, Yoongi,” she greeted. Yoongi nodded back to her in response. In full truth, Yoongi wasn’t a fan of Suna. She was sweet, sure, but she was almost too sweet. Sweet enough that he got some sinister vibes from her. No one was that nice and the sugar that covered her personality like a coat made him off-put. But, she was Jungkook’s girlfriend so he was always polite to her. She just turned back to Jungkook, clutching around his arm as he tucked his other hand into the pocket of his jeans. “You remember that we’re going out this afternoon right? That new movie is showing and you promised to take me!”

Jungkook nodded. He offered her a smile as she giggled and rocked from her heels to her toes. That feeling of ‘off’ kept clinging to Jungkook all day. When Yoongi left for college. As he walked and talked to Suna, holding her hand down the halls and even chatting to his friends in class. When he sat in the locker rooms after soccer practice, he wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel. He thought that a hardcore sweaty practice would clear his head. Nothing.

Not even taking a shower in the locker room helped clear his head. He was commended on a practice well played as one by one each team member left. He was the last to go, ushered by the coach who was also eager to finally go home for the day. When he met Suna outside the movie theater, she was quick to run and latch herself onto him.

“What’s with you today, you seem so spacey,” she told him as she walked at his side.

“Dunno, just feel weird. I didn’t sleep well last night,” he told her as he bought the tickets, skipping popcorn because the snacks in Suna’s bag would be sufficient enough for a movie. The entire movie wasn’t really in his head. A cheaply made romantic drama. He wasn’t one to bash on romance, he even enjoyed it occasionally. But when romance is coupled with nothing but spin around drama, he can’t get into it. He wasn’t paying attention to the movie and before he knew it, he was being pulled from his seat by Suna because the credits began to roll.

He actually felt relieved when he got back to his apartment with Yoongi sitting in the living room, scrolling on his laptop and postponing finishing an essay for one of his classes. Yoongi was good at starting, never finishing then cramming in words at the last minute. He never learned, but it was always entertaining for Jungkook to watch.

When he walked into the living room and plopped himself into the vacant recliners, Yoongi peaked above his laptop screen.

“Still feel off? Or did Suna wear you out?” He asked with a bit of a sarcastic bite.

“Honestly, both I think.” His mood had put a damper on his whole day. He knew that he loved Suna; he had feelings for her, yes. Just, today was not his day and every string of his patience with her was as thin as a piano wire. Maybe he just needed to take a break?

The night moved with him napping in the recliner, getting up to shower then going to bed way earlier than usual. Hoping that when he woke up, the stupid cloud that kept him feeling the way he was would just go away.

It was 3 AM when he jumped from his mattress, gripping his comforter in his palm so tightly it felt like the thick fabric could tear. His heavy gasps and thick gulps of air make him cough. His body was chilled, clammy and sweat covered. He felt like he just had a nightmare, but couldn’t recall anything about it. He pushed his palms into his eyes as he rubbed and steadied his breath.

“What is wrong with me?” He questioned to himself. Flinging his covers off him, far too hot to function, he peeled his shirt off and traded his sweats in for some basketball shorts and moved to sit on the cool floor for a bit. He stared into the darkness of his room- the darkness that his eyes were starting to adjust to- as he calmed down. His sweat cooled and he even got a small shiver from the A/C.

He tried his best to remember what kind of dream he had- if he had one at all but nothing. He couldn’t remember a thing. All of it was blank. The same instant blackness that was sleep to him every other night of his life. He didn’t dream often- let alone have nightmares. It was probably due to his mood, that’s what he thought. Thinking it wouldn’t happen again, he moved back to bed and went back to sleep.

XXX

He was wrong. This pattern continued for days. Day after day, night after night he would wake up and think something was wrong. Have a nightmare or dream he couldn’t remember. Though, he began to remember bits and pieces of the dream he wasn’t so sure he was having. A mask, or maybe it was a giant hood? Someone was wearing something, but that’s all he could remember. He didn’t know who it was. Who they were- if they were male or female. He didn’t know a single thing and it began to irritate him.

Yoongi suggested going to the doctors for it, and as much as Jungkook didn’t want to, he decided maybe something would help if he did. Hospitals get all sorts of patients so one who got frequent forgetful nightmares nightly wasn’t so odd, right?

It was during his lunch break that he managed to break away from his girlfriend’s hawk-like vision of him to get in contact with his doctor scheduling an appointment this afternoon after practice. He got off the phone when he saw someone walk past him. Carrying a stack of books- probably from the main office to a teacher in need- was a student who looked not too much older than him.

He was small, but older due to the fact he was running teacher errands. Only high year students could do that and not need another student or teacher to babysit them and hold their hands so they wouldn’t take the chance and run from class altogether. He swore he looked familiar.

“Hey, Jimin!” Jungkook called as he walked after his back, his body on autopilot. The upperclassman stopped and looked over his shoulder. His clothes were bunched up at the front due to the books he held and his glasses rested on his nose almost threatening to slip right off. Though, the beads attached to the end of each earpiece and around his neck would make sure they wouldn’t fall onto the floor.

“Yes?” He started. “Do I know you?” He asked when Jungkook came to a stop in front of him. He was shorter than Jungkook thought. He felt something in his throat when this boy asked him if they knew each other. Why did that question strike a chord with him? “Well?”

“Oh! Um, no??” He questioned as he rubbed his head.

“Then how did you know my name?” Jugnkook jumped. Did he call him by name? When- no wait- how did he do that? Jungkook sputtered as he floundered for an explanation. “Jungkook, if you don’t need anything can I be on my way?”

“You- you know my name?”

Jimin sighed. “Of course I do. Who doesn’t know a soccer player of their own school team?” Jungkook made a small noise of realization that he was pretty popular for a highschooler. It made sense for people who he didn’t actually know to know him- or at least know his name. Seeing that he wasn’t going to get a proper response out of Jungkook, Jimin moved to leave, the book in his arms weighing him down more than he wanted them to any longer.

Jungkook watched him walk away, not stopping him because he just couldn’t find the words. He felt like he wanted to talk to Jimin about a lot of things, but he didn’t know him at all. He didn’t know how he even knew his name when that was the first time Jungkook had seen Jimin at all. He seemed studious, so maybe he heard his name around exam periods or something. He jumped when Suna sauntered up and swung her arm around his.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked as she watched Jimin’s head walk away before turning the corner. Catching a glimpse of his face. “Oh, Jimin? Why were you talking to the President?” Jungkook looked down at her.

“The what?”

“The President? You know, student council? Is your brain working? I know you don’t pay attention it all that, but still.” Suna jokingly reached up and knocked on his forehead a few times. With each forehead knock, he blinked in reflex.

“Student council? You mean the president’s name isn’t Elias?” Suna rose her brow?

“No? For real, did you hit your head or something?” Jungkook shook his head. He waved it all off, explaining that he was tired and that he was going to the doctors later to help him with his sleeping. Suna offered to go with him, but he quickly shot her down. He felt like this isn’t something she should get involved with. He loved her but by God, he needed some space.

That afternoon, he went to the doctors and after checking in, waiting in the lobby and soon being ushered off into a doctor’s office, he sat still in a medical chair. Sitting on his phone and scrolling through old photos of him and his friends and family. It was after he saw a picture of his mom that he decided that he’d give her a call later. Maybe if the doctor couldn’t help, her advice would.

He quickly put his phone down when the door opened, revealing a white-coated, pastel blue scrub-covered man with the most boring pair of loafers he had ever seen. Clipboard in hand, he greeted Jungkook.

“Good afternoon, Jungkook.” The man smiled as he walked over and sat at his computer, sitting in his small rolly stool as he set his clipboard down and faced Jungkook in the medical chair. “My name is Doctor Parrish,” Jungkook held back a chuckle at his ironic name. Parrish pronounced as perish? To die? And he became a doctor? Oh, it was golden that he was his doctor.

Though looking at him, Jungkook’s memory was once again fuzzy and he felt that same feeling he had with Jimin. Like he was supposed to know him. “So, I’ve heard you’ve had problem’s sleeping?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. I just keep getting the same nightmare every night, but I don’t remember it.” Parrish nodded as he typed on his computer.

“I’m going to ask you a series of basic questions. Pretty easy, so just answer to the best of your ability with complete honesty. This is only between you and me.” Jungkook nodded again as Parrish asked about his habits, diet, sexual activity, stress levels if he smoked or did any sort of drugs, etc. Soon, the doctor was taking his blood pressure and having Jungkook do breathing exercises as he listened to the beat of his heart through his chest and back.

Jungkook was healthy as a horse according to Doctor Parrish. No signs of any illness and there were no problems that could look like they could be plausible. He explained that he’s had many restless patients in the past and what helps with them was that they would accept the dreams they had. They would unconsciously reject them before, but after they began to accept that they would happen and let them play out in their subconscious, they steadily began to get better.

Parrish suggested that Jungkook stop worrying so much about the nightmare and just let it run its course. If he ever had a dream when he could remember anything, Parrish told him to write it down in a journal or something, so that maybe recognizing it in words may have some effect. He also prescribed him a medication that is supposed to relax him before bed, so that even with a dream, he could sleep through the night.

Jungkook called Yoongi to pick him up from the clinic as they sat in the car on the way home. “You don’t happen to know a Parrish, do you?” Jungkook asked in an unsure tone. Yoongi furrowed his brow.

“Parrish? No, I don’t.” Jungkook just nodded as he leaned back into his seat. “Should I?” Yoongi persisted.

“No. I don’t know? Argh, I’m just tired,” he mumbled. Yoongi just nodded as he continued the drive home in silence.

XXX

The next day, the school was buzzing. Word of a new student in the middle of the school year transferring in from overseas. Apparently, they were a girl and she didn’t talk. She always wore a cold mask like she was sick and she wasn’t a fan of people. Rumors and gossip had already started and she was only in school not even the whole morning. Suna was talking to her friends about the new girl.

“I saw her earlier, she was bundled up in a hoodie and had a pretty tacky pair of shorts. I think she just cut her jeans right at her thighs,” she told her goodie-goodie pals. Jungkook couldn’t tell if she was stating facts, or if she was making an unnecessary jab at the new girl.

Throughout the course of his dazed state of mind, his attention around the school had changed it felt like. It was like people looked at him and approached him in a different light. He was participating in school activities, working in class and even taking part in class discussion without causing too much of a distraction. He can’t remember all that much what he used to be like, but he had an idea that he wasn’t exactly the man among men he was now.

He had all sorts of people shout hello to him in the halls and during games his school would be cheering his team on, adding his name as he blocked a goal from the opposing team successfully before launching the ball back into the field from the goalies net.

On the other hand, Suna hadn’t been changing. Jungkook wouldn’t fawn over her and be at her beck and call anymore. She had even begun to become annoyed at him for small tasks like not sitting with her at lunch or not waiting at her locker during passing time. However, as he changed and as she didn’t, he felt like something else was wrong too. Like, something wasn’t quite right. He didn’t understand it, so he just dismissed the matter- at least for now.

Jungkook was walking down the hall when he peeked into a room by chance and saw none other than Jimin sitting at a desk. He gasped lightly when he backed up and got a better look. He was drowning in papers in what looked like a meeting room. It must’ve been the student council room. Jungkook knocked on the door a few times before going inside.

“Hey, Pres.,” Jungkook greeted with a smile. Jimin looked up, glasses on his nose again as he looked at Jungkook in astonishment.

“What’re you doing here?” Jimin asked. A good question honestly.

“I was just- uh- walking by and saw you in here. You're probably busy, I know, but I figured I could help you with something?” Jungkook didn’t know why he came in exactly, he could’ve just kept walking but he came inside. Now, all he wanted was Jimin to not kick him out.

“Are you good at checking over sheets?” Jimin asked, catching Jungkook off guard. Jimin held up an answer sheet. “I’m going over the freshmen’s answers to a recent test they took as a grade. If you want to help, grab a stack and start checking.” Jimin gave the answer sheet to Jungkook who took it and sat himself down at a desk, taking a stack of at least 50 papers with him.

He took a red pen that sat in a cup and clicked it open.

“Do I just mark the wrong ones?” Jimin only nodded as his eyes scanned back and forth between the answer sheet and test sheet, making the occasional x for any wrongly answered questions.

Jungkook’s eyes felt heavy as he finally checked off the final wrong answer of his final test sheet before he clipped his pen closed and put his head on his desk. He saw Jimin’s finished stack easily twice the size of his. He probably didn’t need to come in here at all to help, he was sure Jimin could handle probably 100 more sheets before he got tired.

Jimin was straightening up his papers, standing from his desk as Jungkook followed suit mirroring his senior's actions. Jimin took off his glasses, letting the beads on them hang at his chest. He looked really different without glasses and his blonde hair looked good on him like that, resting on his forehead.

“Thank you for your help,” Jimin told him.

“Not sure how much help I was,” Jungkook rubbed his head. Jimin just shook his head, saying that if Jungkook hadn’t helped, he wouldn’t have been so quick. He gathered up papers to take down to the main office when Jungkook took half of his stack and added it to his own. Offering to take half of the load down with the president. As the two walked down the quiet halls, only a few clubs left after hours, Jungkook brought up the new student. “So, do you know the new girl?”

“Not really,” Jimin responded. Jungkook was almost disappointed. “She’s shy, and she won’t take her mask off. Not even for her school photo. She’s not a big talker either, some think she’s mute.” Jungkook nodded. Information, even if little, is enough to satisfy this odd feeling of wanting to know more.

When the two dropped off the papers, the teachers were shocked to see Jungkook with Jimin, the beloved student council president. Jimin was quick to explain that Jungkook helped out with grading and checking some freshman tests and that he should be thanked for his efforts. When Jungkook left school that day, he felt like he was almost a bit closer to Jimin. It was a friendship he found himself really wanting.

XXX

Two weeks. It took two weeks for his dreams to stop. He had been writing them down and taking his medicine and he finally had his first night of full sleep. He was ecstatic when he woke up. He woke up excited for days, but everything good had to change right.

He was walking in the halls, bickering with Suna, a fuming girlfriend who was going on about how he couldn’t make it to her birthday party that weekend. It wasn’t his fault if he was planning to go to his mom’s that day. Suna had known about it and so it was her fault for planning her party on that same day. She was practically making him choose between her and his mom and thinking he’d chose her she had no worries. Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Jungkook’s mother was always first.

“Listen, you knew I was going out that day. Out of town, out. It’s not my fault, why am I being yelled at?” Jungkook sighed with a locked jaw.

“Not your fault? Yes, it is! You’re choosing to leave your girlfriend on her birthday? How awful is that?!” Suna whined as she stomped her foot. Stopping and grabbing Jungkook’s arm to make him stop too, making him unable to march away from the unless bickering.

“Why are you acting like the victim here? I’m being wrongfully scolded!” Jungkook seethed.

Suna was ready to fire back with another whine of the same words in a different order she had already complained about time and time again when she took a step back and knocked into someone. She whipped around to yell with her peaked annoyance at whoever was behind her in the first place.

“Watch it!” She shrieked when Jungkook stopped her.

“Suna! Don’t blame this on them!” Jungkook moved around Suna and to the figure picking themselves off the ground. Their scattered paintbrushes rolling on the tile. Jungkook knelt to help pick them up. “The least you can do is help, you knocked them over,” Jungkook told Suna who refused to bend an inch and help. She just huffed and stomped off like some damsel in distress. Jungkook just sighed. “Sorry about that,” he muttered.

He looked up to see a girl. Hair pulled into a low ponytail at her neck as she wore a black hoodie. Her shorts were a dull green and her shoes worn with scuff marks. She shook her head as she gathered her paintbrushes. He looked at the mask she wore over her nose and mouth.

“Are you the new girl?” The girl’s eyes flicked up and locked with Jungkook’s. He felt like he got gut-punched, his air being knocked out of him. He instantly thought her eyes were beautiful and familiar. Her eyes widened as she was quickly standing up and before he knew it, she was running off. Down the hall and away from him before he could even get a word out. “Hey, wait!” But, she was gone. He held her paintbrushes in his hand, three of them. He held his chest where he felt his heart beating almost out of control. “What’s going on?”

That night, he had a nightmare. He woke up in that same familiar cold sweat and clamped throat. He rushed to get to his journal he wrote everything inside of down and was quick to write about what he saw. A mask with a picture of a dragon. A moving shadow with two red eyes. And lightning. Lots and lots of lightning. It didn’t help that at the moment, outside his window was a violent storm.

He was quick to call him mom. It was early, yes, but he knew that she was up early hours to get ready for work around this time. And he couldn’t go back to sleep so he figured if she had some time to spare, he’d call her. He did miss her and hadn’t called her in so long because he didn’t want to trouble her with all this.

When she picked up, saying his name Jungkook choked. His throat grew tight and he swallowed a lump that was so hard for him to swallow. He opened his mouth and a shaky breath came out. He heard his mother calling him again, asking him if he was alright. He just smiled as a tear rolled down his face.

“Yeah, mom. I’m alright. I’m just so glad to hear your voice again.”

XXX

For the next week, Jungkook had been trying to catch the new girl, as his mother advised him to. Trying to find her in the halls, in the cafeteria, the office or even a classroom. He didn’t know anything about her or where she could be. He didn’t know her grade, class, hobbies or if she was in any clubs. He asked the art club if they knew her since she had all those paintbrushes, but they didn’t. He’d check the library on days it wasn’t too crowded, not pegging her for a crowd type.

He wanted to see her again. He wanted to look at her eyes again, but he couldn’t because he couldn’t find her. He wanted to know what it was that happened to his chest when he looked into her eyes and why she looked so spooked and took off so fast. Maybe she knew him? Did he have some childhood friend he couldn’t remember or something and she’s too scared to ask him? He shook his head, no that’s way too fictional movie cliche.

It was during his most stressful day that he finally got all the answers to every question he had.

He had a particularly violent dream with so much lightning and yelling it left him with wet, spotty and blurry eyes. Instantly putting him on edge, so when he got to school that morning, despite Yoongi’s warnings to leave him alone, Suna came marching up with her usual spiel of whatever is was that Jungkook did- or didn’t do.

This bickering leads to the thinnest of lines before Jungkook finally called it off and decided enough was enough. He’d had it with her foul attitude and constant bitching. She really wasn’t the girl he remembered loving and honestly, he wasn’t the person he remembered from back then either. He’s changed and so has his views of his ‘wonderful’ girlfriend. So, he ended it. Breaking up with Suna- leading to a whole other fight- and finally walking out of her presence.

Of course, the word spread throughout the school, not that Jungkook minded. It’s not like it was a fake rumor or anything. He was shocked to have Jimin stop him in the halls that day to ask how he was doing. Apparently, he had heard the whole ordeal and was worried Jungkook would be bummed out. Jungkook thanked him for his appreciation and told him he felt fine- freer actually. Jimin walked away from him with a smile after that, one that Jungkook knew he got as a friend and not just as the student council president.

That afternoon Yoongi rewarded Jungkook with a buffet dinner on him for finally dumping the girl who he hadn’t trusted or liked for so long. Hearing Yoongi talk about what he didn’t like about Suna really put into perspective the person Jungkook must’ve been back then to fall for her in the first place. It made him shudder, yet also proud at how much he’s grown.

That night, he had his first and last vivid dream.

He was in this dream as a part of it and was in complete control of himself. It was completely lucid. It was black everywhere around him, walking endlessly he finally saw something not far off. Running to it, he saw a mirror and he nearly fell on his ass from what he saw. He was sure it was him looking back at his own reflection, but he didn’t look like him.

The brown of his head, the darkness of his eyes, the dullness of his teeth weren’t there. They had all been replaced with different attributes. He had dulled ash-rose hair, sharpened fangs it seemed like and his eyes were golden like that of the stars. Touching his cheeks, his smooth skin felt bumpy and rough. He gasped when he saw the faintest outlines of what looked like scales. He backed up from the mirror, still staring wide-eyed at what should be himself.

“What the fuck?!” The mirror suddenly cracked, the split in the glass running down the center of his reflection, splitting him in two before he was falling. Landing on his back, he winced with squeezed his eyes closed before opening them again and looking up. Above him was a face staring down at him, rendering him speechless for a second before he recognized them.

“D-doctor Parrish?” He whispered before the good doctor scribbled something down on his clipboard and handed it to someone. Jungkook couldn’t move his body, feeling like he was strapped down onto the floor he lay on. The person he handed the board to was Yoongi. “What? Yoongi- what are you-?” He didn’t finish before he watched the clipboard become engulfed in a shadow before phasing out like ashes.

Yoongi was quick to step over Jungkook’s body, Parrish suddenly disappearing. Jungkook was then freed from his invisible restraints on the floor as he turned and pushed himself up. “Yoongi!” He called, panicking ever so slightly before chasing him and stopping again when he saw Yoongi stop and face someone else. It was Jimin. But, Yoongi didn’t even know Jimin. Jungkook hadn’t even talked about him at home before.

He blinked and before he knew it they were gone. Parrish, Yoongi, Jimin all gone and he was back, standing in an empty dark void. His hands shot up to touch his face, still feeling the scales on his skin. Reaching higher, he let out a small shriek at the feeling of horns pushing out of his forehead. He had to whip around and make sure there wasn’t a tail growing out of his ass either.

He was rendered immobile once more, for just a second, from the deafening lightning that flashed behind him. The thunder booming as he whipped around after the initial shock of something unexpected. Lightning was going wild, yet confined. Stuck in a clear orb as it bounced and cracked with enough electricity to make Jungkook’s hair stand. The lightning looked familiar to him and it filled him with a rage he didn’t recognize, yet he also felt so guilty when he saw it.

Then, once again, all was silent as the lightning fizzled out. It was silent before he felt pain in his back. His breath escaped him like a sledgehammer drilled into his spine before he fell to his knees, mouth agape as he forgot how to breathe for several seconds. Sputtering and trying to remember how to operate the lungs. In and out, small breaths, in and out. It should be easy.

His back felt like it was on fire. Burning and stinging with a pain he hadn’t felt before and it was completely numbing. His body shook as he writhed on the ground, mouth open in a screamless pain. He lay on his side, eyes wet and wide as tears tracked down the side of his face. He saw a pair of shoes in front of his sight now. Worn, scuffed up shoes.

The person in the shoes knelt and he saw those green shorts and black hoodie before she saw the new girl’s hair and mask covered face again. Jungkook couldn’t move.

“What are you trying to do, Jungkook?” Her voice was so sweet and familiar. It eased the pain his body felt and he wanted to move. “I’m trying to make you happy,” she said continuing on. “I’m giving you a normal life with normal people and a normal world. Why do you keep trying to follow me?” Her voice was soft, but it held a hint of sorrow in it. It shook like she was really trying to get answers out of him. Answers he wasn’t sure he had.

“Who?” Was all he manages to weakly gasp out. Soon, the girl was rubbing his back and he felt so much warmth on his skin. Her action made the pain he felt begin to ebb away- all just from her touch. Breathing came easily and he could finally move to lay on his back and look up at her. Her eyes were different than before. They seemed to glow in the darkness around her. In fact, her entire body was outlined with a faint white glow like magic.

“You should stay sleeping. Stay in your dream so that you can live the life you want.” Jungkook found himself shaking his head. He didn’t know what was going on. What was happening to him? Who was this girl? “Stop chasing me, Jungkook. Don’t wake up.” Jungkook shook his head again.

“What’s wrong with me?” He choked out. The girl smiled at him. Stroking his cheek as he quickly reached to grab her hand. It was warm in his and fit so well like he’s held it before. It didn’t feel like Suna’s hand that merely sat in his palm. Her hand felt like it belonged in Jungkook’s. “Why do I look like this? What’s going on?” The girl just smiled sadly, he could see her cheeks push up under her mask. Her eyes were so expressive. “Who are you?”

She shook her head. Her opposite hand began to glow as if she held a light, but nothing was there. Just her skin glowing like a firefly. That light, even if so warm, scared Jungkook. He began to shake his head, rejecting it unconsciously. He’d seen that light before he knows he has and he didn’t like the outcome of whatever it brought.

“Jungkook, calm down. I’ll make all the bad dreams stop and you can start again. With a new perfect world.” Jungkook acted fast. He grabbed the girl's hands in his wrists before he was pushing her back. With a yelp from her and a grunt from him he was soon pinning her down, her eyes wide as her face stayed hidden behind that godforsaken mask.

Looking at her, something in his head started to turn. Like a fog clearing. The girl seemed to notice as his eyes began to shift. She struggled under him as he held her down. Visions of magic and myths playing in his head. Silhouettes of people and creatures he’s seen in some other place, some other world.

He saw Yoongi with a black and shadowy figure with power at his fingertips. Jimin with teeth and claws of a dog from the pits of hell. Parrish, a doctor but with much more magical features and home from a fairy tale. Lightning. A man with lighting that struck fear and hate into Jungkook and made him rear his teeth.

Then, he saw someone else. A girl who was beside him. He would fight with her, bicker with her and pick on her. Then something happened and he was with her constantly. At her side when she needed him. When she got infected with something, when she wanted to run from someone and when he even got himself hurt protecting her before she promised to make it all better. That’s when it all started, with that promise from her. Her face was blurred and he couldn’t make it out.

His eyes glazed as he looked down at the girl beneath him. His tears dripping onto her cheeks and running under her mask.

“You…” he started before the girl started struggling again. Jungkook pushing her wrists down with all the force he could muster. “Stop it!” He screamed as she stilled almost instantly. He moved and hooked a finger under one side of her mask.

“Don’t,” she pleaded with a shaky, tear-filled voice. He took a breath before he ripped the mask off and the blurred face of the girl in that world of magic and myth filled in with hers. Everything hit him as the darkness around him faded into a world he knew, the facade finally fading.

“Y/n?” He asked before she disappeared like smoke and soon he was falling in water. Drowning, he felt like he was drowning as he tried to swim before he gave up and let himself sink. The nightmare was over.

XXX

Jungkook woke up to a white ceiling, blurry vision and tired. He blinked slowly once before he registered the machines around him and the constant beeping at his side. Moving his eyes, he was in a hospital room. Wincing and moving to sit, he looked outside.

It was his world. The world that isn’t fake and the one he needed to be in. This world where his mother was dead, where he wasn’t human and where no girl named Suna existed at all. This was his magical, cruel and beautiful world where you were.

He recalled the last time he saw you and nearly flew into a panic when his hospital door opened. Yoongi and Jimin stood in the doorway. Hellhound and warlock both frozen before they ran into the room. Jungkook thought Jimin was going to fly onto his bed.

“You’re alive!” He cried with a smile as Yoongi just stared in astonishment.

“How did you manage to wake up on your own? That should’ve been impossible.” Jungkook squinted at the warlock. He just woke up and was clearly confused. “Jungkook, you’ve been sleeping for half a year already.”

“What?!” Jungkook’s first word flew out of his mouth as a shrill cry. Jimin covered his sensitive ears as Yoongi just sighed, flicking the door closed with a shadow as it had remained open at the boys’ sudden rush inside.

“Do you remember what happened before you fell asleep?” Jungkook looked at his white lap with a bland hospital blanket and patterned scrubs. He did, for the most part. He was injured by Zaros after he was shot in the back with a lightning bolt. Then, you had promised to protect him, then he fell. “Y/n cast a spell on you, it’s a type of spell that causes the victim to experience a world that doesn’t exist through a dreamscape.”

“That makes sense,” Jungkook told himself. It would explain why he was also so off-set in his dreams. Maybe the nightmares he kept having was his own unconscious way of waking up from the real nightmare.

“What kind of world did she put you in?” Jimin timidly asked, hoping he wasn’t prying to being too insensitive.

“A normal one,” he answered, looking at his friend. “Everyone was human and magic didn’t exist. But, it wasn’t the same. Y/n wasn’t really there. Jimin and I weren’t like we are now, we hardly even knew each other. Yoongi, you were in college and just some random bookworm I met in middle school. I was normal. But still, it never felt quite right.”

The two boys were quiet for a while and soon Jugnkook was finding it odd that you weren’t coming in. Where were you at? The two boys at his side hadn’t talked in a while, so perhaps they’d know. They should, Yoongi was your brother and Jimin adored you. Jungkook felt a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Yoongi, where is Y/n?” Jimin visibly stiffened and Yoongi had an unrelaxing lack of response to Jungkook’s questions. His anxiety spiked. “Where is she?” He asked again.

“Yoongi?” Jimin timidly called.

“You’ve been sleeping for six months,” Yoongi repeated as Jungkook growled.

“I know that. Where is Y/n? Where is my Master!” He got more and more riled up as Jimin jumped to try and calm him down. Yoongi shot a glare at Jungkook, freezing him in place on his hospital bed.

“What ‘Master’?” Yoongi hissed as he stood up and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist shoving it to his face. Jungkook’s eyes widened as his mouth opened. Small noises of all sorts of incoherencies falling off his tongue. His mark, his binding tattoo to you was just... gone. It wasn’t there anymore. His skin was clean.

Yoongi basically threw Jungkook’s wrist back down before taking a breath and sitting back in his chair. Trying to calm his temper down. “It’s been a long six months and a lot has happened. Zaros tried to take the school that day you got hurt. In short, it’s best to say something took his magic away sometime after you fell asleep. When authorities found him, he was just sitting in a daze in the outside corridors.”

“His magic... is gone?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, that’s not exactly true. It’s better to say it’s locked right now. He can’t use it at the moment; something is restricting him. To help with the remaining Spellcasters investigating due to his silence on the ordeal, Jimin and I have entered into our own contract; since we knew Y/n personally.” That took Jungkook by surprise. Finally noticing the matching tattoos on the back of Yoongi and Jimin’s right hands. “And also-”

He cut himself off as Jimin sat in his own chair. Face forlorn and distant as his eyes misted over from the emotions he still felt from that day. He couldn’t do anything that day, Yoongi couldn’t either. It wasn’t their fault, but they still felt responsible to some degree.

“We found your body in the courtyard, Y/n wasn’t with you and your mark had already disappeared.”

“What do you mean? She was with me, she’s the one who put that spell on me, right? How could she not have been with me?”

“Jungkook, Y/n went missing after she broke your contract. No one’s been able to find her since.”

-TBC-

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hazbbyhaz · 3 years

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sleepless || harry styles

eight

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: a night out on the town

disclaimer: cursing, bars

Forever is composed of nows

Avery watched Harry decline the incoming call without a second thought. “We should get going.” He said, already making his way to the door. She quickly grabbed her keys and her coat before following him out of the flat. There was something impatient and troublesome about his presence as he waited for her to lock her front door.

“How are we getting there?”

“We drive.” He must be a damn good photographer if he could afford a car. As if he could read her mind, he soon spoke, “The car’s not mine, It's my uncles.”

The vehicle was small but cute. It seemed to fit him well. During the drive to the club, Harry was rather quiet and closed off. Later saying that his friends were already there, quickly assuming she still remembered them from his birthday

“So, you're a photographer, right? What do you photograph?”

“I like black and white photographs,” He said. He stopped to think about what he was going to say next before he continued. “When I got into photography I used to just take pictures of my friends without them noticing. Then I moved on to public transport, parties, concerts. All those places where you can catch a glimpse of people's souls. I quickly threw out all of my colored films and switched to black and white. There's something so much more vulnerable and secretive about it…”

“I like that.” She imagines Harry with a camera in his hand, spending his days in London looking for the mystery in every person who passed him.

He gave her a small smile, which did not reach all the way up to his eyes. “Me too. However, I can't make my money with that. It's not good enough to stand on its own, so I work for a modeling agency as a photographer. It's not bad, they pay good enough but it also shows me just how much I hate staged photographs. What about you then? What's your passion?”

She shrugged, moving her gaze to the front. “Writing, I guess.” The truth was, she had no idea. In her opinion, it was too hard for her to organize all of her thoughts inside of her head, let alone sit down to put them to paper. She wanted to be a writer. She did. It was one of the only things she really wanted, but she knew she didn't have the talent or skill set for it.

“So you want to be a journalist? Or a writer?” Harry asked. She struggled with finding an answer since nobody had ever shown that much real, genuine interest in her.

“Just a writer, I think… but journalism sounds nice too.” In reality, she'd like to tell him that she didn't know what to do. Tell him that she was lost. Completely and utterly lost. In her childhood, she was never given the chance to find her talents or develop specific abilities. She had never shown her work to anyone, only submitting a handful of short stories to magazines just to receive no reply in return.

“Can you tell me more about your photographs?’’

He grinned and told Avery more. He spoke with so much emotion that Avery found herself wondering if she had sounded the same when she talked about writing. Most likely not. I felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to capture an image and turn it into the most wonderful masterpiece.

Soon after, the club came in sight. Harry parked the car at the side of the road, and as they were getting out, a sudden wave of exhaustion overcame her. Just thinking about meeting his friends, for real this time, made her mind so tired, “You ready?”

“Sure.”

Avery had never been much of a club person, always liking the warmer feeling a pub provided. She didn't like the loud music, the overwhelming smell of pure sweat, and just the overall pace of it all. She felt like everything went so much faster. Harry helped her take off her coat as they got inside. Despite her objections, he paid for both entries, emitting a small chuckle when she tried to argue with him.

The entire place was filled with people and the music was being managed by a DJ in the back of the room. Different colored lights flashed and moved through the crowd. Harry soon took her hand into his own, leading her through the crowd, and down a small flight of stairs to a much quieter area.

The brunette girl was the first person Avery spotted. “Emily, How are you? Why are you down here?” Harry greeted her with a hug, letting go of Avery's hand in the process. “Not bad, the DJ is kinda wack.”

“Well, look who's talking. The girl who said we HAD to come here.” A guy standing close by said, mimicking Emily.

“Shut up, George.” Harry greeted the others. Some of them she recognized from the party and some she didn't.

“This is Avery.” He introduced her and all of his friends' eyes stopped on her for a moment, looking her up and down, making her feel like a rat on a doctor’s table.

“Nice to see you again,” Emily said, the others nodded in her direction, but a second later all of their attention was back on Emily. She let out a dramatic sigh, “So, what are we going to do? Stay here, or go somewhere else?”

“I vote that we stay here.” A rather tall man, Harry had introduced as James, said. The brunette rolled her eyes, all of them making their way to the dance floor nonetheless, George making it his responsibility to get drinks for everybody.

It was hard for Avery to enjoy herself. She felt incredibly awkward while dancing, or trying to anyway. All the others had some type of rhythm in their blood, while she was desperately trying her best. Once “Low” by Flo Rida started to pour out of the speakers, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, staying there until the song was finished. Harry didn't drink, as he had to drive them both back afterward, so Avery did the same. Wanting to avoid all possible realms of embarrassment.

He gave her a small backstory of his mates. James has very rich parents, his dad paying his way through law school just so he can tell his colleagues that his son is a successful lawyer. James has a twin brother named Jasper, he ended up leaving home the first chance he got. George is a failed musician who has the entire second verse of Piano Man tattooed on his ass. Emily is into fashion, but she lost per passion for it after she got rejected from a school in Amsterdam. They all seemed to be on some kind of path. Every one of them working their way to the future, attempting to reach some sort of goal.

And Harry had taken photos of all of it. Documenting their entire lives as these individuals. He had taken photos of James passed out on the floor with numerous textbooks open around him, all just to live up to his father's standards. There were pictures of George playing the piano in many different pubs, several pints sitting atop the instrument while his friends listened to him play a tune. A few were taken of Emily hard at work, sat by her sewing machine, or window shopping at nearby second-hand dress shops. And when Jasper was around, there were a couple of him trying to learn how to juggle, the instructions given to him by a homeless man.

Their lives had been documented in a way so utterly beautiful. Photographs were taken in moments that seemed worth freezing. Moments that a curly-headed boy thought deserved to be remembered forever. Knowing all of this made Avery feel so unexplainably lonely, especially while being in their company.

“Did you have fun?” They had made it back to the car at 2 am. Harry took a quick look back, seeing all of his friends laughing, and stumbling while making their way back home.

“Yes, thank you for inviting me.”

“My pleasure. What are you going to do when you get home?” He backed out and drove onto the main road.

“Probably make a couple of cups of coffee.” She still hadn't made it out to the grocery to pick up more tea.

“You don't sleep often, huh?”

“What makes you think that?” The answer was obvious.

“You look tired a lot. Why don't you sleep?” Avery ignores his assumption. She wasn't offended, it was easy to assume without being incorrect.

“I don't like it,” She shrugged, feeling like a child. “I prefer to stay awake.” Avery could tell that he wanted to ask more questions. She would have been fine with this, but at this point, she was beyond exhausted and couldn't handle giving any more answers. “Can I ask you a question?’’

“Shoot.”

She waited a moment before continuing. Not for dramatic effect, just to figure out how she wanted to go about it. “What do you dream of?”

Harry's eyebrows pulled together, and he looked her way. “Uhm… I guess making a living off my-”

“No,” She quickly stopped him. “I mean… When you fall asleep at night. What do you dream of?”

“Oh… I don't know. I forget most of the time when I wake up, but last week I dreamed I had adopted a puppy and he ran away the second day I had him. I oddly enough didn't mind that he had run away. He ended up coming back on the third day. Quite random, but that was that… Why are you asking me this?”

Avery smiled at the description of his dream. So innocent and childlike. He didn't have to worry about what would appear before him when he fell asleep, and she was glad that he didn't have to. “No reason.”

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tcpimpabutterfly · 3 years

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THE ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP TAG

Status: Accepting

@hammurabicomplex said: ✩ for all our ships or just whichever you wanna

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?: Pat. Xavier only goes to raising his voice as a last resort if Pat is really getting on his nerves. Any other time he tries to avoid it.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?: I feel like Pat threatens him a whole lot more than he does her.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?: neither of them, they’re both just trying to mess with the other knowing damn well they’re going to end up clapping cheeks 20 mins later 😒

Who trashes the house?: Maybe a few things are tossed here and there, a bottle thrown, but that’s about it. They’re not animals. They’re classy with their arguments.

Do either of them get physical?: I don’t think either of them would intentionally put their hands on each other unless Pat was charging at him and he had to subdue her.

How often do they argue/disagree?: Like every other day. Both of them are on edge all day everyday, so any little thing can trigger an argument between them at any given time. Most of the time they’re small and get resolved after a couple of minutes after not talking, but they do have those big ones every now and then.

Who is the first to apologise?: Apologize? They’re both too stubborn, we don’t know her !!

Sex:

Who is on top?: Xavier always almost is

Who is on the bottom?: Pat, but sometimes he’ll let her get on top.

Who has the strangest desires?: I feel like they’re both on the same level sexuality wise and when it comes to having desires, kinks, and all that.

Any kinks?: They’re both big on choking and I feel like some mild breathe play, bruises are always most definitely always happening, and inflicting pain on to people seems to be a big thing for Xavier.

Who’s dominant in bed?: Xavier. They both try to be dominant like a power play type thing, but Xavier always goes up a step more.

Is head ever in the equation?: YESS, they’re big on foreplay and building it up to the main event.

If so, who is better at performing it?: God, they’re both so equally good at it.

Ever had sex in public?: I feel like they’ve definitely done a quick quickie in a closet somewhere, so yes.

Who moans the most?: Xavier. Though he’s more of a groaning and grunting type I think that still counts.

Who leaves the most marks?: Xavier. Pat’s neck is covered in hickies at any given time despite the lecture he knows he’s going to get from her after.

Who screams the loudest?: Pat when she reaches her climax.

Who is the more experienced of the two?: believe it or not but Pat is. Xavier doesn’t have that many partners under his belt, he’s just a natural in the bedroom like that.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?: they made love in the beginning but now they just fuck. I don’t think they’ve had a soft night since finding out about each other’s true identity.

Rough or soft?: Rough all the way.

How long do they usually last?: they can go at it all night long with breaks inbetween, but I think the longest they’ve probably gone continuously with no breaks is probably 2 hours.

Is protection used?: No. They’re so careless it doesn’t even cross their minds!

Does it ever get boring?: Sometimes hate sex just doesn’t cut it or get their kicks going, so they just take a break from each other.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?: in Xavier’s office at a DEA building.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?: Maybe if they were able to have a stable relationship like the one they had in the beginning Xavier would’ve eventually brought up children, but that wasn’t the case sadly. Even if they were to run away instead of going into Witness Protection he still wouldn’t want to be selfish and have a kid in that type of environment.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?: in their Witness Protection AU they end up having one son named Santiago and though he’s a real pain, I don’t think Xavier is opposed to having another one.

Who is the favorite parent?: Santiago would rather vibe on his own then be around them. He loves them, but he thinks they’re wack. He loves them the same amount though.

Who is the authoritative parent?: Xavier is definitely more stern then Pat is. Especially when it comes to Santiago because he has a strong feeling that he’s up to nothing good and they don’t need his work messing up the safety they’ve tried to obtain.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?: please, Santiago is ditching everyday without them knowing.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?: Xavier. He and Santiago need a break from Pat’s healthy food sometimes.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?: the most Santiago has done their as be in one (1) school play when he was younger doing Mexican-American heritage month and he never did anything else again. They were both there supporting him from the crowd though!!

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?: Xavier used to leave that with Pat but after one too many fights with teachers he started going instead. Then he started getting into fights with the teachers, so now they send letters instead of meetings.

Who changes the diapers?: both of them took turns.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?: Pat. Xavier is one heavy sleeper.

Who spends the most time with the children?: Pat, Xavier still works in this verse.

Who packs their lunch boxes?: Santiago packs his own lunch. And by lunch I mean mostly junk food and snacks.

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?: after finding porn on his laptop once when he was younger, they both took it upon themselves to sit him down at the table and give him the talk. Santiago hates every minute of it.

Who cleans up after the kids?: Pat. I feel like cleaning is a hobby partakes in a lot when she’s stressed.

Who worries the most?: Xavier. He’s always worried that someone will find them eventually and do something to his family.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?: Pat skdkdkkd. Xavier was shocked when 2 year old Santiago told him “fuck!” After he told him there weren’t anymore fruit snacks.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?: Pat. She would wake Xavier up out of his sleep just to cuddle with him. He lowkey liked it when they cuddled together, but shhh.

Who is the little spoon?: usually it’s Pat, but some nights Xavier will have a nightmare or get plagued with thoughts from his past, so he’ll want her to hold him instead.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?: Pat. They’ll be just sitting at like a diner or something and he’ll feel her hand on his thigh moving up.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself: the both of them are horny monsters tbh.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?: I don’t think either of them becomes uncomfortable honestly.

Who gives the most kisses?: Xavier leaves pecks on her face a lot more than she thinks.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?: Once in a blue moon, they’ll work out together. A lot of sexual tension, but not sexual in nature.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?: At Xavier’s apartment in his bed.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?: I feel like Pat has come up behind Xavier and groped his ass playfully once or twice.

How often do they get time to themselves?: All the time. Even with their jobs they’re able to have a couple of hours alone everyday if they chose to.

Sleeping:

Who snores?: Xavier. He’s terrible.

If both do, who snores the loudest?: also Xavier.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?: They used to sleep separately at first, but one too many nights of Pat requesting to sleep with him just lead to them sleeping permanently together.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?: Initally they start off separated but eventually they end up with Pat on Xavier’s chest and his arm around her holding her snug.

Who talks in their sleep?: I feel like neither of them do that. Maybe a few mumbling when they’re having nightmares.

What do they wear to bed?: I don’t know about Pat, but Xavier gets lazy and just wears his boxers to bed.

Are either of your muses insomniacs?: Hm, on certain nights they find it hard to fall asleep but I wouldn’t go as far to call them insomniacs.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?: Nope.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: They end up wrapping their limbs around each other.

Who wakes up with bed hair?: The both of them do honestly. That gel doesn’t always hold Xavier’s hair perfectly.

Who wakes up first?: Xavier? Yeah, imma go with him.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?: catch Xavier doing it on a day he wants to be nice.

What is their favourite sleeping position?: Pat all the way on his chest with his arms wrapped around her.

Who hogs the sheets?: Xavier.

Do they set an alarm each night?: Xavier has one set for work and I feel like Pat is the one to have one set just because she likes to wake up early.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?: No, they’d rather keep it in the living room.

Who has nightmares?: The both of them.

Who has ridiculous dreams?: Pat.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Xavier and his long limbs.

Who makes the bed?: Neither of them. They’re just going to sleep in it again so why bother?

What time is bed time?: whenever they’ve decided that they’ve had enough work for that day.

Any routines/rituals before bed?: no. Xavier just strips off his clothes and gets in the bed.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?: Both of them.

Work:

Who is the busiest?: Both of them in their own ways.

Who rakes in the highest income?: Pat by default since she’s involved with organized crime.

Are any of your muses unemployed?: Nope!

Who takes the most sick days?: Both of them are workaholics so neither.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?: Xavier.

Who sucks up to their boss?: Xavier kinda-ish.

What are their jobs?: Xavier is a DEA agent overseas right now undercover trying to expose a cartel drug ring while Pat is probably either affiliated or knows that drug ring due to being crime affiliated.

Who stresses the most: The both of them. Their environment alone is stressful.

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?: Yeah, they’re pretty content with them I’d say.

Are your muses financially stable?: pfffttt, of course.

Home:

Who does the washing?: Xavier, surprisingly.

Who takes out the trash?: Xavier.

Who does the ironing?: Xavier. He likes his clothes looking crisp.

Who does the cooking?: The both of them alternate.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Xavier.

Who is messier?: the both of them are pretty neat.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?: Xavier’s trifling self.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Neither of them, unless they’re having sex.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?: Ew, neither. Xavier might be a man but he’s not that type.

Who is the prankster around the house?: Pat. She seems like the type to give him a heart attack every now and then.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Xavier. He has so many on his belt.

Who mows the lawn?: Xavier does not care about that grass in front of his house like that.

Who answers the telephone?: Xavier by habit from working in an office.

Who does the vacuuming?: Pat.

Who does the groceries?: Pat.

Who takes the longest to shower?: Xavier. He’s easily in there for 40 mins.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?: Pat.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?: No not really. Xavier just doesn’t want to live in luxury.

How many cars do they own?: Xavier only has one, I don’t know about Pat.

Do they own their home or do they rent?: Technically the house they live in was bought for them, so they own it.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?: neither.

Do they live in the city or in the country?: Think of a Californian suburb but not in California.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?: No. they both think it’s boring and too white.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Work. That’s usually the only thing keeping them away from each other.

Where did they first meet?: On Tinder.

How did they first meet?: A first date in person at some restaurant that gave off the same vibes as Chili’s.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?: Pat. The girl needs her designer stuff.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?: Pat. She’s a spoiled cartel baby she can’t help it.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?: Xavier has no problem laughing at Pat. He thinks it’s hilarious!

Any mental issues?: God, too much trauma and mental issues for these two.

Who’s terrified of bugs?: Pat.

Who kills the spiders around the house?: Xavier likes to take them outside.

Their favourite place?: anywhere that allows them to be alone completely.

Who pays the bills?: Xavier takes care of most of that.

Do they have any fears for their future?: The looming threat of potentially getting killed is always in the back of their minds.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Xavier if he notices Pat is feeling a littl “wealthy-sick.”

Who uses up all of the hot water?: Pat. Xavier cusses her out every time.

Who’s the tallest?: Xavier.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?: Xavier. He swears it’s because he has places to be too, but we all know that’s not true.

Who wanders around in their underwear?: The both of them do all the time.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Pat. Xavier isn’t about that life.

What do they tease each other about?: every single thing they can! They’re always annoying each other by cracking jokes.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?: I just know Pat tears Xavier up every time she sees his attempts at desssing up nicely. It’s not his fault that he only shops at places like Ross.

Do they have mutual friends?: Nope.

Who crushed first?: Xavier. That’s why he swiped right on her. Thought she was the finest woman alive!

Any alcohol or substance related problems?: I don’t think so!

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?: Pat. But instead of stumbling it’s like a million voicemails left on his phone.

Who swears the most?: Pat.

#( ANSWERED ASKS. )#( XAVIER ANSWERED ASKS. )#( XAVIER & PAT. )#hammurabicomplex

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blackevermore · 4 years

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x Wade In The Water

{ Chapter 1: The Devil }

Summary: Estar Scott was once in love. She thought the days of her shortcomings were over and that the man she found was her one and only. But all that was taken away when the demons she had became too accustomed to finally took the one thing she had left. Louisiana was her home but the devil down below was calling her name. She only has herself to blame when it came to the hands dragging her under.

Notes: It’s Hazbin Hotel, be ready for everything. Also I apologize for all my mistakes in advance!

Word Count: 1,473

To the world above the devil took many forms when they chose to be friendly. On Mondays, they was a young boy with shaggy hair and a missing front tooth asking you to walk them back home. On Tuesdays, they would dress as a mother in need of finding their children. Wednesdays they were to be an older person who was hard of hearing so the only way to talk to them was to get close. Thursdays were good days and that meant they were a risky woman who lingers in the brightest parts of town. Fridays were humbled so they wore earthly colours and greeted you as you boarded the bus to sit in the back. Saturdays were meant to have fun but even the devil was busy. They were nothing but the chilling air that lingered over the jazz music and porch lights. On the best day in the week, Sundays of course, the devil wore their best white suit and combed their beautiful wavy blonde hair. They dusted off their shoes and fixed their hat and waited across the street for the church to let out. Sundays were the day the devil felt like there was more to do than any other day. Sundays were feeding days. That's what mama always told me when I was a child as she held on tight to my hand and hurried down the stairs.

Every Sunday, when the singing was done, and the prayers were told, I would see a pale man with rosy cheeks waiting across the dirt road. He would tip his hat to everyone but no one tipped their hats back to him. As if he was invisible. Then he would lock eyes with me and his smile grew even massive. He wouldn't tip his hat to me, I was a little lady after all, he would take off his hat and bow. I knew better than to be rude, my mama would have my ass if I was rude. So I would grab the ends of my dress and try to bow back as best I could while being dragged along the road. He would understand my struggle and chuckle at my efforts before waving goodbye. I would wave back but then a sharp sting would slide across the back of my hand.

"We don't wave to the devil." My mama would scold me with fire on her lips as she ran through a quick scripture. How was I supposed to know the well dressed man was the devil? A child makes friends with all walks of life; we had little to no discrimination until we were taught so. To us the funny looking man could be just as friendly as the grumpy dying cat that wacked at your hand with untrimmed claws. Children were dumb and always walked into the face of danger, but at least the devil wouldn't wack us with their claws.

Growing up mama knew something was off about me when I would stare off into the corners of the house. I would stand for hours looking at nothing and crying. She pull me away and wipe my face and telling me I shouldn't stare into anything for so long. Then at night when it was time to rest and mama gave me the bedroom, I would scream for her when I swore I say someone standing in the corner. Mama used to whoop me for waking her and the whole neighbourhood up so late. She comes walking with a switch and I knew I had it coming. But I rather her whip me for screaming than to be left alone with the shadow people in the dark. By morning she would bless me and send me to school down the road. I hated walking by myself because it always felt like someone was watching. Even when the other kids passed me by chasing each other, I still felt alone.

I remember this like it was yesterday.

I was walking to school, late from oversleeping, wiping the tears away from mama being fed up and scolding me. I couldn't see where I was going as I continued to wipe my eyes from the tears. I didn't see the fallen tree branch in the road and I fell face first into the dirt. By now the pain on my bare knees hurt more than any whooping I've ever gotten. I didn't have to look down to know my knees were busted up and my dress was done for. I tried to push myself up but the rushing feeling of crying kept me down. Then a hand reached down and grabbed one of my own. Through tears I could see a shiny black glove that clawed at the fingertips. I was scared that the claws would dig into my skin, but instead, they held me with care. As the hand rose me to my feet, I looked up and saw an all too familiar smile. His rosy red cheeks didn't seem natural nor did his pale white skin.

"A pretty darling like you shouldn’t play around in the dirt in such a beautiful dress." His voice was like nothing I ever heard before. He didn't have the french drawl that many people from Louisiana had, nor did he the broken language like many black folks. He sounded like his words wrapped pretty circles around themselves in silk. His r's were hard and everything was drawn out like singing. He had to be from the north or what I thought the north could be.

"I ain't play in the dirt, sir." I tried to sound offended by him, but it was no use when all I really wanted to do was cry. I looked down at my dress and I could already hear my mother being upset with me. She had sewn the dress for my first day of school with the last bit of money she had left. She wanted me to look my very best against all the other black children. In our neighbourhood it wasn't every day someone like us would have nice fancy clothes. Tears drew to the corners of my eyes and I gripped the end of my dress with my free hand trying hard to hold it all in. Now I was late and dirty. A complete mess, but yet, the stranger in front of me didn't seem to mind. Instead he ignored it and continued to smile.

"I know," His smile never broke as he lowered to his knees to look me straight in the face. Now that he was closer than ever and I could see that the well dressed man really was the devil. His teeth were sharp like needles behind his long thin lips. His eyes in whole were yellow like the sun with bits of black as his pupils. I guess the devil felt no need to be more human. He reached out and straightened my dress, knocking the dust from the ends and somehow making the stains vanish. Then like magic, he dusted off my busted knees and the dripping bits of blood were gone. The smalls cuts were gone as well. The pain still lingered like a bug bite but I knew I could deal with that if I just ignored it. "Shouldn't you be off to school?" the devil asked but it was more like a statement than a question.

"I'm late."

"No such thing." He then stepped aside and I was right in front of my school. My teacher was waving for me to hurry up before she closed the door. He patted my hair then gently pushed me forward. "Now hurry along darling the eyes are watching. And I hate how nosy they are." I took off running no longer paying attention to the devil beside me as I hurried into school.

"Ester! Why were you just standing there, girl? I've been trying to get your attention." My teacher's accent was French and strong and hard to understand sometimes. But when she was annoyed her words were clear as day.

I pointed behind me with an outstretched finger, "I was talking to the devil; he helped me after I fell." When I turned to look back at who I thought was still standing behind me, he was gone. I turned back to my teacher who looked mortified with her mouth hanging open. For once I didn't feel like I was telling a lie nor felt bad for the way she reacted. Instead, when she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me behind her, I clung to her dress as she chanted a few prayers. She rang the bell above the door then hurried and closed the door.

"We don't talk to the devil. They are nothing but trouble."

#🔻Red Thread🔻#self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #my writing #chapter 1 #oc x canon #s/i x canon

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starryse · 5 years

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Nice Ass, Nice Face

Baekhyun as a girl AU!

Words: 1,888

Genre: gender swap, comedy

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The guys were enjoying their day off, it wasn’t often they’d get the weekend just for themselves. Kyungsoo was making breakfast in their quiet kitchen with the help of Yixing while the loudest ones were sleeping, Junmyeon was reading a new book he got from a fan, and Minseok and Sehun we’re playing Mario Kart on the wii in the cozy, quaint, living room. With the other 4 dozed off in their rooms, everything was calm in the EXO dorm. But the sweet sound of nothing, and the smell of the pancakes Kyungsoo and Yixing were making in the kitchen, didn’t last long.

“You guys, my chest feels really heavy. Do we have anything to take that’ll help?” Baekhyun walked into the dining room, passing by all the guys. He started searching the cupboards for the ibuprofen, scratching his face in the process.

The boys all looked at each other, mouthing silent words to one another. “Um,, not to be rude or anything, but, who.. are you?” The youngest one questioned, glancing over to the odd person in the kitchen.

Baekhyun put the bottle back to its spot, shutting the cabinet door. “Who are you guys talking too? I didn’t see anyone in there besides myself.” He looked at the group of men, curious as to what they meant when they said someone else was in the kitchen too.

“Okay Miss, seriously who are you? Are you a fan? Listen, we’re glad you support us, but following us and entering our home is wrong in all the ways possible. Please leave, or else we’ll have to talk to security to escort you out themselves.” Junmyeon stood up this time, walking over to the girl in front of them.

“Miss? Junmyeon what are you guys talking about?? Am I going crazy, I don’t see anyone else?” Baekhyun shook his head, and moved to sit on the couch besides Sehun.

Sehun quickly scootched over towards his eldest Hyung, slightly creeped out as to why the girl is insisting she knows them.

Baekhyun glanced over at the younger boy, questioning why he sat away from him.

Sehun always sits by him? Why did he scoot so far away? Questions were pondering in Baekhyun’s head over the incidents from the last few minutes. The boys always play tricks on each other, but they’ve never gone as far as this, especially the maknae who he’s especially close too.

Yixing spoke up from his quiet reign of observing what was happening. “I’m sorry, we’re being very intimidating right now, love. Why don’t you tell us your name and why your here? Did you stay over with one of the boys sleeping?” He looked to the girl across from him, putting his hand on his knees.

“Yixing hyunggg” Baekhyun whined, his bottom lip pouting in the process. “Not you too! I expected more from you, hyung!” Baekhyun stood back up, beginning to walk to his room.

“Yixing.. hyung? I’m sorry, you are female.. right? Mind me, if you aren’t I’m sorry.” Yixing stood up as well, his head tilting in confusion as he watched the possible girl stop her walking towards the rooms.

Baekhyun turned his head back, looking at the 5 guys sitting on the couch. “Female?? Seriously guys, this is too far. Talk to me when you feel like treating me with respect again.” Baekhyun turned back to his room, ignoring the murmurs of his friends behind him.

Not even an hour later, Baekhyun received a knock on his door. “Go away. Unless your Chanyeol, Jongdae, or Jongin, I don’t want you in my humble abroad room.” He mumbled under the weight of his blanket.

The door opened after the boys behind the door heard the faint words from their friend. Baekhyun peeked his eyes out from the blanket, his shaggy hair falling over his brown eyes. The three boys mentioned, plus the maknae, entered Baekhyun’s room, shutting the door behind them. The quad made their way over to the large bed, Jongdae and Jongin sat at the end, while Chanyeol and Sehun sat on either sides of Baekhyun’s slouched figure in the middle.

Nobody spoke for a few minutes, none of the boys knew what to say as they fiddled with the hands in their laps. Sehun would casually glance over to Chanyeol across from him, hoping he would know where to start. As those two mouthed off to each other, Baekhyun rolled his eyes and let out a groan.

“Listen, if you guys heard from the others what happened this morning don’t even start with me. I mean- they called me a female? Then they acted like they didn’t know who I was! And Sehun.. I expected more from you. I thought we were closer then a stupid joke but I suppose not.” Baekhyun wrapped the blanket tighter around his figure, ignoring the tense feelings in his room.

Jongdae let out a groan, similar to the one in the blanket let out. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?! You’ve got boobs man, and they’re not exactly un-noticeable. So why are we acting like we don’t know you exactly? I mean, you may look like a girl, but you’re definitely acting like yourself. I’m not sure what’s happening here?” Jongdae sat back up, reaching across Chanyeol to pull the blanket off of Baekhyun’s head.

“I have what?!” Baekhyun untangled his arms from the blanket, kicked his legs out of under the two giants, and practically flew off of his bed. Rushing to the bathroom across his room, Baekhyun screeched profanity’s and questions no one could understand at the speed they’re being put out. The 4 boys on the bed all held a breath as they waited for the reaction of the man in the mirror (ha). The silence didn’t last long as a loud yell was echoed throughout the room.

“WHY DO I HAVE TITS” Baekhyun ran back into the room his shirt knitted in his hand. The boys eyes widened as their mouths went as long as the Nile.

“B-Baekhyun! Put a shirt on, PLEASE!” Jongin stuttered out, grabbing the blanket and clamping it over his eyes.

“Heh, sorry.” Baekhyun slipped his previously discarded t-shirt back over his head, then walked over to the boys. “I must have ate something to do this. Maybe someone poisoned my drink? Or gods testing me, which, it definitely has worked!” He looked up at the ceiling, then back down to glance at the round bumps, definitely sticking out of his shirt.

Chanyeol sighed, “I honestly don’t even have any valuable explanation for this.”

Sehun snickered, “when do you have anything valuable to say despite this” earning a wack on his shoulder from Chanyeol. The boys glared at each other, mocking one another.

“Nows not the time for you two to act like idiots, I currently have boobs and the face of a girl, and I’m almost positive I don’t have a penis down there.” Baekhyun whined, sliding down his bed frame, wondering why him of all people, he just had to wake up as the opposite sex.

“I’d say we could talk to the hyungs about it, but you guys said they were questioning Baek and acting as if he was the crazy one.” Jongin puffed his cheeks out, all ideas he thought could work were suddenly gone.

Hours had seem to have gone by as the five boys (including Baek) talked about what had possibly happened to their now girl best friend, and how to undo what was done. They were in the discussion of what to do when 4 heads popped into the doorway.

Junmyeon was the first to say something as they entered the room. “Hey, how are you doing? We figured everyone was in here since things got pretty quiet out there.” A small smile on his young face appeared, walking over to take a seat in Baekhyun’s desk chair.

“I’m doing fine, considering. Just mildly freaking out that I’m a female and my voice is higher. Same old same old for me, how are YOU doing, Junmyeon hyung?” Baekhyun bitterly asked, sarcasm clearly lacing his tone. The others shifted uncomfortably from the tense atmosphere in the room. It was weird seeing their most energetic member being so cold with their leader; though with the circumstances, it made sense.

Junmyeon leaned forward, resting his hands on Baekhyun’s blanket covered legs, “I’m sorry, Baekhyun. Truly, we were just confused as to why a female was strangely walking around our apartment, as if she knew us and where everything was. We totally overlooked the fact it was actually you, we were just in shock.” He let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. Junmyeon gazed back up at the latter, finishing what he began. “Yixing, Minseok hyung, Kyungsoo, and most importantly myself, really would love it if you’d forgive us. Baekhyun, we’re so sorry. We want to help you solve what happened to make you switch genders over night. If you’d let us.”

Minseok patted Baekhyun’s knee, showing him a soft smile in the process. Baekhyun knew he felt guilty, just from his simple action. He let out a breath, mumbling a response to his hyungs. “I understand. I would’ve acted the same way.. maybe not AS dramatic but.. point is, you’re forgiven.” He looked up at his members, finally returning the smile they had been looking for.

“BUT!” Baekhyun began, again. “I’m going to need all 8 of you to help me. You guys, you don’t understand what it’s like to wake up with breasts and your penis GONE.. a man can’t live without his penis!” Baekhyun returned back to his whiny self, desperation evident in his voice.

The guys all let out laughs that they didn’t know they craved all morning. They sat there, looking around at each other, just happy to finally all be getting along again. Kyungsoo slid his glasses back on his face, standing up in the process. Everyone turned their attention back to the short man standing up.

“I suggest we get to work. I can hardly deal with male Baekhyun, I don’t think I can stand this female Baekhyun anymore than I have too.” Kyungsoo stretched his arms out, yawning in the process.

As the guys began snickering at Kyungsoo’s comment, Baekhyun rolled his eyes playfully, sticking out his tongue at the younger member. “Aw Soo~ is my female appearance to sexy for you to handle?” Baekhyun climbed over the guys’ bodies sprawled across his bed, reaching Kyungsoo as he made kissing sounds towards him.

“You’re not genetically a girl, Baekhyun. I will hit you.” Kyungsoo shoved Baekhyun’s face back, causing him to fall off the bed. He snorted at that, stepping over him and heading towards the door. “Now, can we please get to researching what the hell happened to the idiot?” The guys all nodded, beginning to stand up and walk towards Kyungsoo’s broad figure.

Baekhyun made his way up off his hard flooring, groaning in the process. “God, I understand why girls complain about hitting their boobs. That shit plain old huRTS.” He brushed his shirt off, then massaged his newly added parts. The guys looked at him, motioning for him to stop rubbing his boobs in front of them.

Who knew they’d ever have to say that.

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