#I had to write out my response twice... I accidently went to my next page in messages and thus my first answer was deleted... My luck
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He Accidentally Hurt You pt.2
Masterlist
Set platonically and within the group Part 1
Hyrule
Your blood was pounding as your feet carried you across the battle field.
Your hearing was rendered useless by the cause, you only thoughts were on Hyrule and getting to him before the hoard of monsters did. He had somehow gotten separated from the group in the struggle and was left to fend for himself.
You made contact.
The sword in your hand followed through your practiced movements, slicing all and any between you and your target.
You could hear him in the distance, you were close, you just had to get- just a little-
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and the air changed. The split second static was your only warning before lightning struck.
Monsters fell all around you but you failed to pay attention to that. Your attention was instead on the blinding, scalding twist in your arm that held your trusted blade. You couldn’t even find it in you to let go of the weapon, your muscles incapable to receiving orders.
The pain traveled through your arm and across your chest until it encompassed your whole being.
Screams tore through your throat without your knowledge and when the attack subsided, your whole body went rag doll and your vision went black.
“Please. Please. Please.” A voice whispered through the darkness. It was soft. Pleading. A blessed chill seemed deep into your bones and you found it within yourself to open your eyes.
Hyrule was crouched above you, tears in his eyes with shallow cuts across his tunic and exposed skin. Not a lot of blood though, your brain supplies. You take a relieved breath.
“Hey.” You croaked out in greeting. “Glad to see you’re ok. I was worried.”
“I didn’t know you were there.” He blurts as if he didn’t hear you. Maybe he didn’t. “I thought it was only monsters nearby. I don’t think I have enough magic to heal you completely. This is all my fault.”
“Fault?” You attempted to sit up. You succeed. Mostly.
A grunt leaves your mouth at the stiffness in your joints and you force yourself to power though to reach into your inventory.
A sniffle leaves your Traveler when you push his hands away when you find your target. The red liquid glints in the dying sunlight and you hand it out to him. “Think you can open it?”
He nods and pry's it open before you can even think about getting into a better sitting position.
You don’t think twice about taking the potion when he hands it back.
“Save your magic.” You say. “I’ll be fine.”
And you know you’re right....It’ll take a little more than that to convince the rest of the group when you get back though. Hyrule plans to smother you until not a single blemish is left. The others? Well... They’ll keep an eye on you.
Twilight
“Ten rupees says you can’t make that throw.” You hear Warriors say.
“Double it and I’ll gladly prove you wrong.” Twilight responds.
The book in your lap calls for attention more than whatever those two are doing for the sake of friendly competition. You don’t look up, trying to keep your eyes on the page but you can’t help the growing curiosity in the back of your head.
“What are we using to aim with?”
“That?”
“Sure.”
You roll your eyes and keep your head down.
“I’ll be twenty rupees richer and it’ll shut your mouth. Just watch.” Twilight grumbles.
There’s a tap and a growl before something comes at your head full throttle. It’s dense but not enough to keep it from exploding all into your hair and it knocks you over slightly.
You closed your book to protect it from the falling matter and reach at the spot. By your feet laying the offending object.
An apple.
They threw an apple at your head. Correction. Twilight threw an apple at your head.
The thoughts in your head spin a bit. Your whole head is throbbing but you doubt there’s any blood. You look up just in time to see Warrior and Twilight running at you as fast as they can. Twilight reaches you first and kneels next to you. “By Ordana, are you ok?”
His hands hover over you, trying to take in the damage without actually touching you.
“Who are you?” You blurt out, very quickly realizing that it was the wrong thing to say.
His face drops and Warrior wears a similar expression.
“Kidding.” A pained grin covers your face. “Take me to Hyrule please.”
“I’m so sorry.” Twilight reaches for you and you comply. Once you’re on your feet he speaks again. “Warrior messed up my shot and it hit you by accident.”
“That’s a weird way to say you lost a bet.”
You kick Warrior as payback.
Sky
“So...” You sit next to Sky during the break. “What are you planning to make this time?”
The boy next to you already had his whittling knife out and a decent sized chunk of wood in his lap. He picked it up and spun it a few times, staring into it as if he could already see the form inside it. It was just his job to take it out.
“I don’t know yet.” He admits. “Maybe it’ll come to me.”
You nod and let him work in relative silence, the faint but consistent sounds of Sky working next to you create a blissful and serene atmosphere.
The others are off doing their own thing, each keeping to themselves for the most part.
It’s nice.
“Actually, can you help me with this real quick?”
Your attention is back on Sky. He’s trying to get his knife out of the wood block, the outline of the shape he’s making already starting to form.
You don’t recognize it.
Sky picks up the knife and the whole block follows. “It got stuck.”
“How?” You raise an eyebrow and try to keep the smile off of your face.
Your response is only a shrug and the wood being thrust in your direction.
You grab it and instinctively tighten your grip on it when you feel Sky pull.
You both use your strengths to your advantage and pull in different directions. You feel the knife begin to slip out and adjust your grip. Within seconds the blade is free and you feel it cross the tip of your finger.
Instantly, the wood is dropped and you cradle your hand close to you, putting pressure on the injured digit.
“Ok, got it, thank- What happened?” Sky scoots closer to you and pulls your hands out.
A thin red line follows the length of your finger and it only seems to grow as the moments pass. It doesn’t feel deep but it certainly won’t let you flex your finger for a while.
A quite hiss leaves Sky’s lips. “Well that could’ve gone better. Sorry about that.”
“It could’ve gone worse too.” You press a little on the injury, trying to will the pain away.
It doesn’t work, but hey, you try.
“Hold on. I think I have some bandages in my pack.” Sky gets up and jogs to where most of the others are sitting. He picks up his bag and looks inside for a minute or two before jogging back to you.
A small role of bandages sits in his hand and when he reach for your hand, you don’t hesitate to give it to him.
As he’s working on your finger, you feel mild irritation bubble up in your throat. “This better not scar.”
“Why’s that?” Sky replies.
“It’ll be the lamest story.”
He laughs and finishes his work.
Time
Sometimes it surprised you how short everyone in the group was. You weren’t sure if it was a Link thing or one of the biggest coincidences of the universe because it certainly wasn’t just because they were Hylian (but that probably didn’t help).
That being said, and what you could gather from The Captain, it boggled your mind further that Time was the biggest of everyone. Warrior made it seem like he’d stay small forever, implying that Time was smaller still when he first defeated Gannon.
That didn’t seem very fair.
For him and you....well everyone, only Twilight and Warrior were the ones exempt from having to look up at the old man. But you didn’t like the idea of someone so small fighting such a beast, so Time is included in your sympathy list.
Despite his size, he seemed to move as silent as a mouse. Only Wild would be quieter than him.
After some time of traveling with them all, you realized he was just as much as a gremlin as the rest.
He was not above pranking the living daylights out of poor unsuspecting teenagers.
And the thing is, no one could catch him. Somehow he managed to get them to in the blame on each other but you knew better. You swore it had to be him. There was no way. There was no way he could count as a Link and not get into this kind of stuff.
But no one believed you.
It definitely wasn’t fair.
With the stage set, it’s safe to say now that you were calmly, peacefully and quietly minding your own business. You weren’t bothering anyone.
You were writing in your journal under a tree with some low branches. Nothing too bad but in terms of shade and angle, you found it to be the perfect resting place.
You took a deep breath in and let it out.
Yes, it was nice.
“BOO!”
You jumped as high as your reflexes you take you and spun around, but you had forgotten where you were in the moment.
With a solid thunk, your head hit the branch above you and sat back down, with a curse.
While there was laughter in the your reaction, it was cut off abruptly at the first sign of pain. “Oh jeeze, I’m sorry. How bad does it hurt?”
A whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it and you closed your journal, choosing to furiously rub your hands against the now tender spot on the top of your head. “Ow Time. Why did you do that?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d move like that.” He moved your hands away and inspected the area for himself. “No bleeding. Doesn’t look like it’ll need a potion...”
“I blame you.” You grumbled. “This is your fault.”
“I can accept that.” He nodded and stepped back. “There’s not much we can do about it in terms of healing, but perhaps Hyrule would be willing to lend a hand.”
“No way. He’d ask how it happened and I’m not going to lie to him.” You pouted. “No one will believe me if I told them the truth.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s you!” You glared at him.
A tiny giggle escaped from the so called Old Man of the group, Mr. Stick in the Mud. Senor Buzzkill. “And why would that make a difference?”
“I cannot believe you... Actually yes I can, you were doing this on purpose the whole time.”
He laughed more fully this time and didn’t seem to let up.
With a pout, you picked up your book and marched away.
One day you’ll get back at him. You just had to figure out how and when.
Four
“So, how do we play this game again?” You picked up the ball one of your companions took out. It was almost the size of your head and had crisscrossing lines. It was white and weighed less than you originally thought.
It was a relatively slow day and no one felt in the mood to dampen it by looking for trouble.
While Twilight and Warrior set up the net that was supposed to go with it, the rest were waiting and going over the rules.
“Just hit the ball over the net. You can’t the ball twice in a row, someone else has to hit it and if it touches the ground you lose the point.”
“Seems simple enough.” Wild takes the ball from you and tosses it a few times.
It takes a while for all the appropriate moves to be demonstrated but you all play the game with ease.
You were having a good time with your friends. Everyone was actually getting along for a change. With a smile on your face, you waited for the moment that would inevitably change.
You swore you could almost pin point when it happened.
With Four right across from you, his sudden change in stance gave away the glint in his eyes.
The ball came to him and he jumped up, higher than you thought he could and spiked.
Next thing you knew, you were on the ground, stunned and slightly disoriented and your face was hurting.
Four ran to your side as the game was halted. “That... was not what I was intending.”
“You don’t say... Can I step out for a minute?” You asked, trying to get your feet. Four helped you get away from the battle field- I mean, the game area and helped you sit back down against a nearby tree.
“Sorry about that.” He smiled apologetically. “Anything I can do to help?”
You looked up at him hopefully. “Lose the game?”
“Not a chance.”
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new hire |n.s.|
pairing: newt scamander x apothecary!reader
summary: you’re hired as the new apothecary at newt’s favorite establishment, and he finds himself attending the store more often to buy more and more ridiculous, unneeded items (all the fluff!! coffeeshop (technically apothecary) au, pining)
warnings: none
guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = writing
word count: 3.9K
a/n: this is my take on a coffeeshop au!! i feel like newt would be more subject to visiting apothecaries than coffeeshops so i used all the basics of a coffeeshop au and changed it to an apothecary!! i hope you like it :)
Newt was positive that his Dittany was somewhere. He shook every drawer upside down, went upstairs to check his bedroom, back downstairs to turn every stone for the second time, then back upstairs to recheck his belongings before he admitted that he was out of it.
He huffed, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he debated whether or not to pick up Dittany then. He ultimately decided that he didn’t want to risk getting into an accident where it was crucial to have on hand and come up empty so he threw on his vest and coat, making his way towards the apothecary store down the street. It was a small place disguised as a pharmacy on the outskirts of Diagon Alley. The building wouldn’t appear to muggles as it truly was, allowing for wizards to slip in and out unnoticed.
“Oliphant & Bailey’s Medicinal Supply” was painted onto a metal sign that swung outside the store, the metal sign bracket whining every time the wind would pass. Newt smiled at the familiar words before entering, being greeted with the smell of fresh herbs that were drying out on racks by the door.
His eyes scanned the jars along the shelves, finding the Dittany hidden off to the side from everything else. He let out a content sigh as he attempted to snatch it off the shelf but it didn’t budge. Newt looked around the store with confusion and finally realized just how crowded the place was.
“Mr. Scamander!” a woman called out. Newt whipped around, finding Vancity Oliphant with a trail of boxes floating behind her, her dress robes pressed to perfection. “We haven’t seen you around here in quite some time. Where have you been?”
“Busy, mostly.” Newt shrugged, fiddling with his hands.
Vancity began to twist her wand, various potions flying onto the shelves. “Well, one thing’s for certain: we missed you. We’ve been getting an increase in business recently--” Vancity turned towards Newt, leaning in close “--the whole nonsense that that man, Lockhart, has spun has everyone panicked. He told them that if they don’t turn to holistic medicine, then there would be a greater chance that they would be attacked by a troll. Ridiculous, sure, but business has been outstanding! We even had to get a new hire!”
Newt gave her a placating nod, hoping that the conversation would be over soon. “Right, that’s fantastic-”
“Isn’t it?” Vancity rounded the counter and beckoned Newt to follow her, passing the people in the line who seemed to have been waiting for quite some time. “Anyway, how can I help you, Mr. Scamander?”
Newt nearly sighed with relief at the question finally being asked. “I tried to pick some Dittany up off the shelf, but it wouldn’t budge-”
“About that,” Vancity let out a low breath, dipping her head with disappointment. “With the uptick in sales, we’ve had an uptick in accidents. People were knocking our things off the shelves and it just took too much time to clean up and rebrew and whatnot. So we fixed everything down. Only employees can pick things off the shelf.” Vancity snatched a slip of paper, quill, and inkwell off the counter and slid them towards Newt. “We started to provide customers with these sheets so they can fill out what they need and we pick it up for them.”
Newt, knowing that the sooner it would all be over the better, simply nodded and began to fill out the form. Vancity chuckled before taking the form in her hands.
“One vial of Dittany coming right up, Mr. Scamander.” And just like that, she disappeared into the back room.
Newt glanced around the store and wondered if there was anything else he needed before he left. He spotted a few herbs off in the corner that might be of use but, as his gaze caught on the already irritated line, he decided it was in his best interest to pick them up another time.
“Mr.-...Sarmander?” a voice called out.
Newt whipped around, taken by surprise by the new face. Your face. He felt a strange sensation in his chest when he looked at you, like a sense of warmth had flooded through him. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he had been staring at you for so long.
“Are you Mr. Sarmander?” you repeated, shaking the bottle of Dittany in your hand.
“Scamander,” he corrected as he approached you.
Your cheeks heated up at the mistake. “My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I just read what was off the paper but apparently I wasn’t looking closely enough.”
“I have truly terrible handwriting.” That was a lie. Newt didn’t know where it came from. “Thank you.”
“Have a lovely afternoon, Mr. Scamander!”
He would have one now.
•••
Newt was having some trouble making progress on his novel in the next few days. He had barely drafted a page of anything because he was too focused on the interaction that the two of you had only 4 days prior.
He knew you were kind. He could see it in your eyes. Even if he only spoke to you for just a moment, he knew it was true. And you had a lovely smile. One that was so lovely you must’ve flashed it at everyone and left them thinking about it as much as Newt was.
Newt shook his head, breaking himself from the trance he was in to look at his blank page. Writer’s block was not faring well with him. So he stood up and threw his jacket on, realizing he could do with the fresh air. As he was leaving his house, he stopped short in the doorway, snatching some money from his kitchen table. He might as well grab some more herbs while he was out.
No more than 15 minutes later Newt was entering Oliphant & Bailey’s. The store was empty for once, but he figured it would be for a Monday morning. Newt made his way to the counter, rocking back and forth as he awaited an attendant. To his dismay, Rita Bailey revealed herself from the back room.
“Mr. Scamander!” she cried. Rita leaned over the counter, furiously shaking his hands in hers. “How have you been?” Newt opened his mouth but she didn’t give him time to answer before she was speaking again.
“I heard you were in here a few days ago. It’s not often that we see you in here twice a week. Are you out on something?” Rita’s eyes widened as she seemed to beat her own question in her head. She leaned unbearably close over the counter and whispered, “Is your Swooping Evil not producing? Because Vance and I have some products in the back. Stuff on the side, if you-”
Vancity, who stood in the doorway of the office, cleared her throat, calling the attention of her partner. Rita’s head whipped around, a sheepish grin plastered on her face.
“Rita,” began Vancity, her voice stern, “I need you in back to help with the budget.”
Rita stood to her full height, motioning towards Newt. “Well, who’s gonna help Scamander, then?”
Vancity leaned into her office, speaking to someone with a jerk of head towards the shop. There was a muffled reply and the sound of shoes clicking against hardwood, pacing around the back room.
Newt’s heart began to beat just a little faster. He didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing. Then he caught himself. What was he getting his hopes up for? He wasn’t expecting anything, and he certainly didn’t care if you were there or not. It’s not like the back of his neck flushed and his cheeks started to heat up when he saw you exiting the back room.
“Mr. Scamander,” you stated. Newt let out a shaky breath; your voice was so smooth, the words sounded almost practiced as they fell from your lips.
You brushed one hand off on the little apron that was tied around your waist and the other was used to magic a quill and inkwell onto the counter. You reached into your apron to pull out a slip of paper, dotting your quill into the ink. “How can I help you today?”
“I need some ingredients,” he shot out quickly, looking down at the counter.
You chuckled softly as you scribbled in a box, drawing his attention upwards. “What kinds of ingredients?”
Newt took in a sobering breath as you finally met his gaze. For a moment, he forgot what he came there for. “Mandrake root and Moonflower Pollen.”
You gave him a dutiful nod as you jotted the items down. You tossed the quill and paper up in the air, the quill finding its place by the inkwell and the paper rolling itself up and flying into a cupboard below your legs.
You scooted out from behind the desk, walking up past Newt towards the racks of herbs. You picked up the dried up roots of a Mandrake, holding it up at him. “This one okay, Mr. Scamander?”
“Perfect.”
You moved to another counter, freeing a small paring knife from your apron. “I have to ask you, Mr. Scamander,” you began as you chopped up the root, “you seem to be buying a lot of medicinal supplies. Are you a Healer?”
Newt chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “No, I’m a Magizoologist.”
You halted in your motions, looking up at him. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” His response was no more than a single exhale, the words barely forming as he stared into your eyes. He finally peeled himself away from your gaze to continue. “With the creatures I work with, some healing skills are of great use.”
You hummed in response. “I can imagine.” Flicking your wand, a small mortar and pestle flew to your side. With the blade of your knife, you scooped the chopped up root into the bowl and began to grind it to a fine powder. “You know, I was always interested in Care of Magical Creatures back at Hogwarts. I was never all that good at it, though. Not like I was with Herbology.”
Newt’s eyes were trained on the root being cut up, too afraid that looking would cause him to meet your occasional glance up and make a fool of himself. “I’m actually writing a book on magical creatures at the moment.”
“Really?”
“If you’d ever like to study magical creatures again, I could give you a copy.” Newt’s heart began to flutter at the way your eyes lit up.
You stopped in your motions of preparing his Mandrake Root, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “That would be wonderful.”
After packaging up the now-crushed root into a small, beat up tin and handing it to Newt, you paced around the counter with another tin in hand. You approached a glass jar full of yellow pollen in it, using the scoop inside to portion out a generous amount.
“How’s this, Mr. Scamander?”
You tilted the tin towards him, Newt leaning in to examine the contents. Before he could answer, a quiet sneeze came from his coat. You pulled the container back, your brows furrowed as Newt became flushed. He hesitated to reach into his coat, turning to the side as he pulled Pickett, his Bowtruckle, out and scolding him just out of earshot.
“No, Pick, I didn’t forget about-...she didn’t know you were-...don’t blame this on her! She did nothing-”
“I’m sorry,” you interrupted. Newt froze, cocking his head to see you practically leaning over his shoulder. “I have to ask, is that a Bowtruckle?”
Newt exchanged a glance with Pickett before popping him into his pocket, Pickett’s head resting just outside of the heavy fabric to stare you down. “Yes, he is.” You fought a giggle as you leaned down to stare at Pickett in the eyes. “He has some-”
“Attachment issues?” you finished. Newt’s eyes went wide as he gave you a nod. A smile flickered onto his lips for just a moment. You looked up at Newt from your position then stood to your full height. “I’ve heard of that being the case with Bowtruckles before.”
Newt simply nodded again, too distracted by the fact that you were just inches from his face. For just a moment he could have sworn that he saw your eyes flicker down to his lips, his breath getting caught in his throat.
“I have just the thing for your Bowtruckle,” you whispered before moving away towards another shelf.
Newt shivered and let out a sigh, his chest thundering. Finally, he realized you had moved away and followed, watching with a close eye as you broke off the tiny fruit of a strange purple herb that he couldn’t place.
“What’s his name?” you asked while you pulled the fruit into halves.
“Pickett.”
You turned around, offering a half of the fruit to Pickett. Pickett perked up, looking up at Newt for permission. You chuckled at the interaction while Newt pulled Pickett out, letting him sit on his finger.
“Well then, this is for you, Pickett.”
Pickett shared one more look with Newt before taking the fruit and gnawing on it instantly. He let out a happy squeak and jumped onto your arm, crawling up to your shoulder as he continued to snack on the fruit.
Newt let out an impressed laugh at the sight. “Pick doesn’t quite like strangers,” he explained.
You turned your head to eye the happy Bowtruckle, petting him with the pad of your index finger. “Suppose we’re not strangers anymore, are we, Pick?”
“Newt,” Newt shot out quickly. He continued to stare at his fingers while he toyed with them. “You can call me Newt.”
Newt only looked up when he saw your hand come into his field of vision, all delicate and strong. He took your extended hand and shook with careful vigor, the corner of his lips quirking upwards.
“Then consider us friends, too, Newt. I’m (Y/N).”
•••
Newt began to frequent the apothecary more often than he needed to. He always seemed to be running out of something, and he always seemed to arrive just when the rush died down. His list of items he needed appeared to grow longer and longer with each visit, but you never once gave his service to another employee.
The thought of you ran tirelessly through Newt’s head at night. His heart would beat just the slightest bit faster when he thought of that gorgeous smile you would flash him when he walked through the door, almost like you were expecting him to be there.
Oh, Merlin, and that disarming chuckle that tumbled from your lips when he would trip over his words. It instantly calmed Newt down, his stammer fading away slowly.
Distracted from his writing again, Newt decided to pay you a visit at the apothecary. He snatched the coat of the back of his chair and ran out the door, his heart getting lighter with each step towards the store. Once he arrived, he swung the door open and looked up, only to find that you weren’t there. He frowned, but approached the counter and waited.
“Mr. Scamander!” Vancity cried as she exited the backroom. “How can I help you?”
Newt leaned over slightly, checking to see if you were in the back before the door shut behind Vancity. “Is (Y/N) here?”
Vancity let out an apologetic sigh. “Sorry, Mr. Scamander, she’s out sick.” Newt opened his mouth to speak but Vancity predicted his next question, silencing him immediately. “She doesn’t know when she’ll be back, either.”
“Oh. Right.” Newt focused on the counter, trying not to meet that horribly embarrassing sympathetic look that crowded Vancity’s face. “Will she be okay?”
“She’ll be perfectly fine. Nothing she can’t handle. It is her job to supply medicinal supplements, after all. Now, is there anything I can help you with?”
“No, actually.”
Newt wasn’t sure what Vancity said left-- his mind was too full with strange thoughts about the nature of your relationship. You were friends, weren’t you? That’s what you said to him the day you met Pickett. So if you were just friends, why was he feeling so lost without you there?
Newt took his time walking back to his house, his mind off someone else. He couldn’t help but recall the way you made him feel with your kind heart and witty humor, your soft eyes and enchanting smile. Just remembering that made his cheeks heat up.
As Newt entered his home, he walked into the basement and opened a cupboard to prepare the food for his Glow Bugs when a few tins from Oliphant & Bailey’s fell onto the counter. That’s when it hit him. He didn’t need all those herbs. He never did. So why was he going?
It was so plain. It was all there, the facts laid out in front of him: Newt Scamander had feelings for you. It was so incredibly obvious that he wondered how he didn’t notice it before. And it wasn’t a normal attraction, it was a stupid schoolboy crush; the kind where he’d go through ridiculous measures just to get your attention.
He groaned and threw his head into his hands at his epiphany. What in Merlin’s name was he supposed to do?
•••
Newt revisited the apothecary day after day, awaiting your return. After about a week of the constant rejections, he decided to let it go for the time being. It was frustrating, to say the least, to not hear how you were doing. He was more concerned about you than he was about acting on his feelings, because Merlin knows when he’d do that.
As Newt ran through the possibilities of what you had come down with, a knocking came from his front that snapped his attention to the forefront of his mind. He opened the door and stared, slightly confused at the sight before him.
“Theseus?”
“Nice to see you, too, Newt,” Theseus scoffed, embracing his younger brother into a tight hug. Newt stood quite stiff in his arms until he let go.
The younger Scamander rested an arm against the doorframe, leaning against it to make himself look much taller next to his brother who just happened to tower over him. After settling into the awkward position, Newt asked, “What brings you here?”
Theseus reached into his pocket to pull out a small notice, placing it into the hands of Newt. Newt frowned before unravelling it and scanning over its contents.
“It’s a notice from the Ministry. Next date to get your international ban removed.”
“Ah.” Newt raised the note in the air, casting a silent spell to have the paper zip itself down to his basement. “I’ll see you then, I reckon.”
Newt tried to shut the door but Theseus put his foot in it, prying it open to face Newt once more. Theseus held out a hand as the other fished through his jacket pocket to pull out a few small vials of Dittany.
“Just in case,” Theseus added sheepishly. “You always used to run out of this, and I can bet you still do.”
Newt flashed a grateful smile at his brother before his eyes caught on the label of the bottle. That same label that was plastered on every herb in his basement.
“Did you get this from Oliphant & Bailey’s?”
“I did, actually.” Theseus snorted, an amused grin on his lips. “The Apothecary there, the new one, she knew you. Recognized my face and asked if I was related to you, ‘the more handsome Scamander’. Her words, not mine.”
“When did you get these?”
“Right before I came here, why?” That familiar devious smirk grew on Theseus’ lips. “Do you fancy the girl, Newt?”
Newt lit up instantly, regardless of Theseus’s teasing. He sucked in a sharp breath and turned towards his coat rack to grab his jacket, slipping it on with great haste. Newt pushed his brother aside, casting a spell to activate the wards at his house.
Newt practically ran to the apothecary, the door swinging open to find a mass of people in line. He didn’t care. He pushed to the front, resting when he got to the counter. He scanned the store, trying to find you but came up empty.
“Newt?”
The sandy haired man whipped around, finding you walking out of the backroom, boxes in hand. Newt sighed, a warmth spreading inside of him at the sight of you. He ran up to you and alleviated the weight from your hands, resting the box on the counter.
“How are you feeling?” he asked through labored breaths.
“I’m...fine. Were you just running?”
Newt was never a good liar. He always got caught one way or another. “Yes…? I desperately need some Dittany.”
A knowing smile toyed at your lips as you raised your brows at him. “Dittany? Did your brother not give you the two vials like he said he would?”
Newt Scamander: expert in magical creatures, failure in lying.
“...right. I meant that I need some of that fruit you gave Pickett a few weeks ago.”
You snorted with laughter before pulling out the form and filling it out with the items, name, and his home address. You cut through the throng of people, snatching a tin up and preparing some of the fruit for Newt.
He began to rifle through his jacket pockets in an attempt to find some money for the treats he didn’t really need.
“How much is it-”
“It’s on the house, Newt. I’m pretty sure you’re our best customer, anyway.”
Newt looked up at you for a moment, his lips curling upwards at your kindness. “I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it. You know,” you began as you labeled the tin, “being sick wasn’t all that bad. Kept me away from work and all. Let me take a break.”
Newt nodded, feeling selfish for wishing you to be at work all the time just so he could see you. “Right,” was all he managed to say.
“The worst part”--you shoved the tin into Newt’s arms-- “was not seeing you.”
The tips of Newt’s ears began to heat up. He wanted to say something clever so desperately but all he managed to do was stare at you in complete shock, eyes wide and jaw slack.
He watched as your eyes flickered down towards the tin, seemingly awaiting a reaction. Newt furrowed his brow before glancing down at the writing on there, blinking in shock. He reread it a few more times, only looking up when he heard you chuckle.
“Is this serious?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because it’s-- well it’s-- it’s me, and you’re you. You’re just...you’re you and I’m me, and I just didn’t think that you’d feel that way-”
“Newt,” you cut off, laughter spilling from your lips, “I happen to like you being you. Funny how those things work.”
Newt couldn’t process what you had just said. It was like everything in the world had tipped in his favor all at once. Just that gorgeous, encapsulating smile on your face was proof enough for him.
“Reckon I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he finally managed to say, backing up the best he could towards the door.
“Tomorrow night,” confirmed. Newt was nearly at the door when you called out, “It’s a date!”
He slipped outside, getting a breath of fresh air for the first time in 15 minutes. He ran a hand through his hair, just then realizing that his heart was pounding out of his chest, his grin so wide that his cheeks began to ache. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t be bothered to. Newt looked down at the label one last time, chuckling at the note.
Thursday. 7 PM. Your place.
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come back, haunt me (prologue)
Summary: reader faces an unexpected foe on her way home.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warning/s: mention of alcoholism, stalking, violence, kidnapping
Word count: 1.3k
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Author's note: this is a bit different from the one-shots i normally write! it's place-based and has more of a novel-like tone, but i wanted to give a voice to the daydream that's been consuming my waking hours. let me know what you think!
San Francisco
January 19, 1952
Mama’s always telling me to come straight home.
Here’s 30 bucks. Go on down to the liquor store and get me another bottle of Jack. And don’t you dilly-dally-- you’re living under my roof, you live by my rules.
I really should listen to her, one of these days.
It’s a strange sensation, being followed. You want to disappear, to melt into the shadows and evade your pursuer’s unrelenting gaze, but at the same time, you want to scream so loud that the sheer volume could pierce glass. You want to run and run and run, never slowing, never stopping, until your feet carry you to some distant, unknowable safety that even the searchlights can’t uncover. You want to be home, even if it means being around Mama after she’s started drinking.
I couldn’t decide which was the safest bet as I walked home, clutching the crumpled paper bag that concealed my mother’s chosen vice. I supposed that I could use the bottle as a weapon, could bludgeon the shadowy man who had followed me for several blocks now on my return home, but the thought of the sound it would make-- the sickening crack, the thud of his limp body, the splat of muddied crimson-- it was enough to make me gag. And, Mama would be angry if I wasted her 30 dollars. So, I continued my hurried pace, passing beneath the buzzing, amber halos of streetlights, brisk steps matching the quickened, thumping rhythm of my heartbeat.
My breath puffed out in little clouds and I crossed my arms against the sudden, biting breeze, gritting my teeth and tucking the bottle closer to my body. It’s the fucking dead of winter, how long did he wait on that street corner until he chose some poor girl to follow home? I turned my head slightly, trying to catch him in my periphery, but all I could see was the brown of his long overcoat. I huffed a breath and willed my legs to move faster.
I tried scanning my memories of the liquor store for his face. Dirty linoleum tiles, barred windows and humming refrigerators with sticky doors. Aisles striped rainbow, full of potato chips and room temp Coca-cola, black taffy and hot tamales. A quiet, mousy man with glasses too big for his face, buying a crumpled newspaper and a packet of sunflower seeds. A woman with scraggly hair and gray pit stains languidly browsing through the magazines. A store clerk, bored, half-lidded gaze flickering lazily between customers and his crossword. But no man in a long overcoat-- he was nowhere inside. I had only noticed him once I started walking.
I looked back again, less and less worried that he was some innocent pedestrian who would be offended by my vigilant stare. No, he was definitely closer, his long, loping gait slowly but surely swallowing up the distance between us, his gaze piercing through the darkness, tracking my every movement. Shit. Mama’s always warning me about strange men. Thoughts of quick gunshots and fluttering yellow police tape, of my name splashed on the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle, filled my mind.
No.
I couldn’t meet my end, not like that, dead eyes plastered across the city like a warning. My heart thudded in my ribcage so hard it almost hurt, but I was walking as fast as I could. I couldn’t run. He would surely catch me. And, I couldn’t go to the nearest police station. I would have to make a sweeping turn, allowing the man the chance to assuredly catch up to me and drag me into an alley to do whatever it was that he wanted to do to me. My eyes darted from left to right, searching for safety. I couldn’t go home, and I couldn’t go to the police.
The cathedral.
Of course.
Ahead, the hulking, gothic spires of Grace Cathedral rose into the sky, out of place amidst the violet, steel-and-glass canyon of the city street. But, it offered a tantalizingly sweet sense of safety, its complex arches and buttresses offering plenty of dark corners and crevices to hide in until the man in the overcoat lost interest and realized that stalking me was more effort than it was worth. It was worth a shot. I crossed the street, hardly taking the time to look left and right for any oncoming cars, and jogged up the steps. I could hear the sound of footfalls against asphalt, the flutter of his coat in the barren street, as he followed.
I approached the front door, partially because it was the obvious choice, exactly where he expected me to go first. But the shadows also hung heaviest over the cathedral’s entrance, allowing me to make my next move virtually undetected, so long as I made a decision before he got too close. Either dive to the right into the bushes, where I could wait him out, or shuffle along the wall to the right, where two high-rises stood, offering a short alleyway as a mode of escape. I turned right, then turned left, shifting my weight from foot to foot, second-guessing myself at each movement. Just fucking breathe. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was probably close. So, I turned left, treading lightly on the balls of my feet to avoid making noise. Twenty feet, ten feet, five until the alley. So close. I stepped away from the safety of the cathedral’s wall to make the final leap to safety when I felt a gloved hand wrap around my arm and yank.
“No!” My voice grated with panic, harsh and high, as he pulled me back into the shadows surrounding the cathedral. He gripped my shoulders so tight that I knew they would be covered in little purple bruises, and he pushed me against the wall with a grunt. Feeling daring, I looked up, locking eyes with him. If he was going to hurt me, kidnap me, kill me, I wanted to know what he looked like. Buzzed blond hair, brown eyes so dark they were almost black. His nose was crooked, as if it had been broken once or twice, and his lips were thin, bared over crooked teeth.
My breath stilled when I realized that he, too, was searching my face for something, his eyes darting up and down as if searching for some identificatory feature. When his gaze settled on the thin scar above my eyebrow, earned in a bicycling accident, he chuckled, his breath fanning towards me in a sour huff. He smiled, his eyes crinkled and dark, glittering in the shadows.
“Zola will be pleased.” He had a throaty, slavic accent, his voice gruff. My heart was pounding in my chest, my legs trembling beneath me, but I cocked my head.
“Who is that? Zola, who is that?” I breathed, trying to will some sense of bravery into my voice.
He simply chuckled again in response, grabbing me roughly by the elbows to lead me into the exact alleyway I had chosen for safety. Ahead, a black car waited, its driver wearing an equally severe expression to that of my captor.
He opened the door for me, ever the gentleman, and shoved me inside, barely taking care to make sure that my head didn’t hit the top of the car. Before shutting the door, he bent down, grabbing my chin and jerking my face towards his. I stared into his eyes and gritted my teeth.
He smirked, reaching into his pocket with his other hand to pull out a black hood. Before pulling it down over my face and blinding me to where they were taking me, he let my last memory of home be of his face.
“Heil Hydra,” he uttered thickly, relishing each syllable.
Confusion rose in my chest, brows knotting together. But, before I could question him further, he pulled the hood down over my face and everything went dark.
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playing games
Hot summer days are meant for playing games
6k, basically all smut lol whoops
Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.
If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)
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There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.
Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.
MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.
She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.
“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.
Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.
Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.
He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.
MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.
“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.
He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.
He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”
She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.
Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’
She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”
Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.
Douche.
“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.
Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.
When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”
MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.
Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”
“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”
Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”
He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”
“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.
MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”
He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”
She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.
“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”
MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.
It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.
MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.
Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.
“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”
MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.
“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”
Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.
“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.
MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”
She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.
“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”
This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.
MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.
“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.
She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.
“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.
She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.
MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”
She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.
“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.
She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”
Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”
“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.
MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”
Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”
MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.
When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.
Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.
She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.
Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.
His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.
MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.
Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.
“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”
She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.
With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.
“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”
Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.
“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.
MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”
“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.
Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.
She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.
Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”
Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”
Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.
She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.
His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”
God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.
All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.
It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.
MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.
She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.
“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.
There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.
Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.
MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.
He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.
“Hold on to me.”
MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.
Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.
Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.
MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.
“Go, Gray, please.”
Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.
The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.
Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.
“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”
“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.
With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.
She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”
A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.
Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.
“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…
“What the fuck, dude?!”
“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”
A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.
Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?
“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.
“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.
As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”
“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”
She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.
“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”
Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”
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Could you write a fluffy, flirty kiss and hugging scene between Jens and Lucas VDH, please?
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“You...know him?” Ralph puts his beer right next to Jens’, clearly more interested in Jens’ lack of love life.
“Of course! He’s my little protégé. Oh my God, you two would make such a cute couple, Jens!” He claps his hands in front of his face and Jens wants to die.
“No, no, no, don’t go all crazy on me now. We’re not a couple, yeah? It was a very bad date and I don’t need him to be reminded of that, Ralph!” Jens puts both hands on Ralph’s shoulder, keeping him in place, looking at Jens so he can really understand that Jens can’t have him running to Lucas to tell him about a date that never happened.
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Jens was panicking. He had specifically asked Ralph not to tell Lucas about their “date”, but as he was coming out of the kitchen, drinking a very cold beer - he had lost count of how many he already drank - he saw the blonde talking to Lucas, but all his friends were around too, so Jens was almost sure that Ralph wouldn’t throw him out of the closet for a whole group of strangers like that.
But Lucas’ eyes suddenly meet his for a very quick moment, by accident (clearly) and Jens suddenly starts to believe in the impossible. There’s no way Ralph would do that. He looks around, trying to find an escape route. He just needs a moment alone to collect himself, maybe stalk his friends’ social media back home to regain some sort of confidence in case something happens.
His eyes finally find a dark hall that’s a little less crowded. The bathroom must be that way, or an empty room at least, so Jens tries to walk past everyone else, as far away from that small group of people that Ralph is talking to. When he looks, Lucas is not there anymore and Jens drinks to that. Maybe he found a girl or his friends found him a girl, and he went somewhere with her.
Jens is just being a coward, happy to see the guy he wants leave the party with someone else.
He opens the first door that he finds where there’s no couple making out against it, already opening his phone, Robbe’s instagram already on his screen from stalking him earlier. He puts his beer on the nightstand next to the door.
There’s a new photo of him with Sander right next to him, kissing his neck as Robbe smiles to the camera. It’s a dark picture with a bunch of crazy lights, Robbe is probably at some party, having the time of his life with his boyfriend. Jens likes the photo and when he’s about to move on to Aaron’s page, he hears a noise behind him and everything comes crashing down on him.
Lucas is there too, inside the dark bedroom Jens just got in, but he’s closer to the window and alone, looking scared as he stares back at Jens.
“Hm, sorry,” Jens says, but he doesn’t even think about turning back around and out of the room. Instead, he puts his phone back inside his pocket, finally seeing his surroundings. It’s a mostly pink room, with a vanity mirror on the other side of the king-size bed.
“It’s ok.” Lucas finally answers. They’re still in the dark, but Jens can see Lucas, the moonlight helping give his shadow some kind of depth. His curls are clearly getting out of hand, pointing at every direction. Jens thinks he likes Lucas’ hair like this, a little longer than when he first saw Lucas months ago. He looks older and better. “Jens, right?”
The world stops turning as he hears his name coming out of Lucas’ thin lips for the first time, the corners of his lips barely turning up, but Jens notices. How the fuck does he knows Jens’ name?
“Yes. And you’re Lucas…” The boy gives him a shy smile as a first response.
“Yes. Ralph was talking about you.”
Jens rolls his eyes and looks down. Of course, Ralph made him look like a fucking fool in front of Lucas.
“He did?” He raises his eyebrows, carefully walking just a few steps forward.
“Yeah. Apparently, we know each other...? But he didn’t say much about that, so I guess you’ll have to remind me.” From the look on Lucas’ face, he has no idea of how dumb Jens was just half an hour ago, lying to Ralph’s face, but maybe Ralph did give something away because Lucas keeps looking at him in a way that makes Jens feel exposed.
“What did he tell you?” Jens leans against the frame of the window, right next to Lucas. He didn’t notice how close they were until he has to turn his face to see Lucas. The darkness made him be a little closer than what he anticipated, but Lucas doesn’t seem to mind.
“That we knew each other. It wasn’t a question, but he pointed at you and I’m sure I don’t know you. I know I’ve seen you around college, but we never talked or I would remember.”
The way he says it and how soft and low his voice goes make Jens almost think he might have a chance. There’s nothing to lose, they’re completely alone and Lucas is apparently flirting with him, or at least letting him go on with this weird conversation.
Jens should just leave, it feels like a bad idea to be alone in a bedroom with Lucas, he doesn’t even know who lives here and who’s bed is right in front of them, just feet away. They’re in the same year, but Lucas looks so much like a baby when you’re looking at him up close, with nobody walking between you two or when there isn’t an entire patio in the middle. Jens carefully stands up again, walking back to the side of the bed, really thinking about ruining everything by suddenly leaving Lucas behind.
He has to laugh, whispering a quiet fuck as he turns on his feet, with the door behind him, just needing a sign, anything from Lucas that tells him that they can go for it.
Lucas walks slowly too and stops right in front of Jens, so close he has to tilt his head back to be able to see Jens.
“What are you doing?” He asks just because his brain is completely dead and he wants to be sure of what’s going on.
Lucas is looking into his eyes, Jens can hear when he swallows. He presses his lips together, trying not to smile, but Lucas does it first and it’s a beautiful, real smile. His eyes go so small, he has very delicate dimples and he looks like an angel.
His throat is suddenly dry, but Jens doesn’t pay attention, carefully putting one hand on Lucas’ neck, his thumb gently following the curve his jawline makes close to his ear, he looks carefully at Lucas’ soft and thin lips, with a little mark right next to it.
Lucas is the one to crash their lips together all of a sudden and Jens just licks his cupid bow right away, making him open his mouth as their tongues meet instantly. He puts his other hands on the back of Lucas’ head, slipping down the nape of his neck, playing with his hair as they kiss desperately.
Jens can feel Lucas’ urgent hands on his side, going up the small of his back, underneath his shirt and it makes his skin get rough, shivering, making him press his body against Lucas and he instantly responds, pushing Jens against the wall behind him.
Lucas is an amazing kisser and his touch lights Jens’ body on fire. Whatever happens between them, it’s dangerous. Jens thinks they can’t touch each other ever again or things might happen anywhere, at any time and place.
“We-we can’t...” He stutters and gathers all his strength not to keep pressing their bodies together, he was a second away from pushing Lucas to the bed right next to them.
“Why?” Lucas exhales as he whimpers and Jens closes his eyes, smiling against the soft lips he was just kissing.
“I’m drunk…” It’s hard to say those words, especially with Lucas’ hands still around his waist, under his shirt, quietly exploring whatever he can reach.
“So...?” Lucas pulls him closer, tilting his head, asking for a kiss again and Jens just gives it to him, kissing his bottom lip first and the top right afterward.
“I won’t remember every detail about tonight. And I want to remember everything.” Jens feels dumb being all sappy like that with a stranger, but Lucas’ coy smile makes it worth it.
“So you’re the romantic type.” He looks at Lucas’ messy hair from Jens’ hands, his pupils completely blown, but he still has the bluest eyes and he doesn’t look as affected as Jens is sure he is. Just by looking at Lucas - and kissing him - Jens is sure Lucas is the type to wreck people’s hearts without even thinking twice.
“And you are...? Practical?” Jeans leans against the wall, Lucas’s hands slowly come to his front under his shirt, gently touching his abs sliding up to the middle of his chest. Lucas thinks a little longer and just shrugs.
“I don’t know. I don’t think too much about it.” It’s hard not to focus on the soft and small pair of hands exploring his body and Jens really doesn’t want to leave, but he’s too drunk to go any further.
“You seem practical. The guy that goes breaking little girls’ hearts and acts like he didn’t mean it.” Lucas leans against him, on his tiptoes, brushing his lips against Jens’, clearly not comfortable talking about love or what he does with it, his teeth gently closing on Jens’ lower lip, experimenting and Jens can feel it all the way to the small of his back, making his hips jerk forward, searching for Lucas’ hips, any contact, really. Lucas smiles when their bodies finally collide again and Jens accepts his defeat, kissing Lucas again for even longer than before.
They only stop when their lips are puffy and red. Jens only opens his eyes when he has managed to quietly push Lucas away just one step back.
“I really have to go.” Lucas seems genuinely upset, but Jens tries to ignore it, kissing his cheek, fixing his clothes so he can leave without getting a lot of attention. “Maybe we could, hm...hang out some time?”
Lucas raises his eyebrows, fixing his hair too, looking at Jens a little clueless.
“Yeah, sure. Just...don’t tell anyone about this...?” Jens wasn’t going to, but he nods his head, trying to give Lucas a reassuring smile. Lucas doesn’t really tell, but Jens saw his tongue inside many girls’ mouths over the last few months and he noticed how proud his friends watched when he did it. Lucas is clearly not out yet, but neither is Jens so it’s good. For now.
The only problem is how addicted Jens instantly became of Lucas’ taste so he isn’t sure how long he’ll be able to not see the boy again.
“I’ll...find you on Instagram or something?” Lucas smiles and Jens can see how he relaxes his shoulders again.
“I’m sure you already found me there, so yes, we’ll talk later.”
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BTS Reaction: Their S/O comforts them when they cry
Request by anon: “ can u do something where a bts member is stressed out and they cry so their s/o comforts them “
Here’s what I came up with! I hope you like it.
These are set up as member x reader.
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Namjoon: Namjoon had been really busy in his studio lately. His habit of overworking himself was nothing new, but you still tried to do what you could to take care of him a little when he was preoccupied with work. One night you brought takeout to the studio, knowing he wouldn’t have bothered to eat most of the day. You knew he had been writing a lot today, though you had hardly seen him, since he hand’t even come home to sleep. When you entered, you saw him hunched over his desk, looking down at a piece of paper. Then you noticed his shoulders shaking slightly. “Joonie?” You called to him softly, walking up to him and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It was then that you saw he was crying. “What’s wrong, love?” You asked, concerned. “Writing a sad song…” He replied, and you leaned over him to see what was written on the page. He had very little written thus far and none of it was very sad. You looked at him in confusion. “How long have you been awake?” You asked, and he looked at the time on his phone. “Almost 51 hours,” he answered, causing you to gasp. “Oh, sweetie, you can’t do this to yourself. We’re getting you to bed right this minute.” You said to him authoritatively. To your surprise, he agreed. The two of you went home and got in bed, and you played with his hair until he finally fell asleep.
Jin: You had been conspiring with the boys about something special to do for Jin’s birthday. You all decided on the idea of making a short film about Jin and what he meant to each of you, with Jungkook’s Golden Closet expertise coming in handy. When filming your part, you got a little emotional, having to wipe tears from your eyes once or twice during your portion of the video. “He makes me smile. He makes me feel safe. He is always caring and kind to those around him. He’s so talented. He’s a good friend. He’s a great cook. His dad jokes make my day. He’s the love of my life.” You hoped he would be able to feel how much he meant to you from the video. When his birthday finally rolled around, you all sat together in front of the TV to watch the short film, anxiously watching Jin’s face for his reactions. The boys’ sweet messages made him teary-eyed, but when he watched your portion, that was when he started full-on crying. He was kind of laughing at himself at the same time, but he was definitely crying. You pulled him into a tight hug, thrilled that you’d all done well with the surprise. “I love you so much,” he laughed, holding you a little bit tighter.
Yoongi: Yoongi had been in one of his moods lately. It was that workaholic, hyper-intense mood where he neglected all things but music and never left his studio. Food? Sleep? Interaction with others? Never heard of them. It had been an especially long bout of this behavior this time, now having been over two weeks. Namjoon pulled him aside one day on a rare venture outside his studio. “We’ve talked about this, you can’t keep this up. It’s not sustainable. Have you seen yourself lately? You look like a zombie, and an excessively skinny one at that. The weight loss, the dark circles, the sickly color of your skin… They’re bad signs. Really bad.” He said, trying to make his friend see sense. Yoongi, of course, resisted. “I’m fine. It’s not that big of a deal.” Namjoon sighed and ran a hand through his hair, stressed out by the situation. “Except that it is. We don’t need you collapsing from not taking care of yourself. And if your own sake isn’t enough, think of Y/N. Ever since you started looking this severely unwell she’s been having panic attacks because she’s so scared for you and your health.” That got Yoongi’s attention. You struggled enough with anxiety and he was just making it worse by failing to look after himself. After speaking to Namjoon, Yoongi went to find you. Tears were running down his cheeks as he silently pulled you into a hug, sniffling a little as he tried to keep the crying under control. “I’m so sorry I scared you. I’ll do better, I promise.” He whispered, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have someone who loved him that much.
Hoseok: You were on tour with the boys when one day, your boyfriend got a phone call from his mom. His family was very close, so that in and of itself was not unusual. It was the shocked expression that appeared on his face as he listened to his mom speak, followed by him hanging up and totally breaking down. You had never seen him cry like this before. “Babe?” You called to him, but he didn’t respond, he just kept sobbing. You stood in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed, holding his face gently in your hands. “Hobi, tell me what’s wrong.” You asked quietly. It took him a few minutes to calm down enough to be able to talk. “__________ died this morning.” he choked out, causing you to gasp. They were a relatively young and healthy family member of his. “How?” You asked, shocked. “Heart attack, out of nowhere.” He replied in a quiet, strained voice. You sighed, hurting at the sight of his pain. “I’m so sorry. That’s terrible. I wish there was something I could do, but I think all I can do is be here for you.” You kissed the tip of his nose gently. “And that, jagi, makes all the difference in the world.” he whispered in reply.
Jimin: It was no secret that Jimin could be incredibly hard on himself. He had openly spoken about his struggles with self esteem and body image. When it came to the quality of his performance onstage, he was just as self-critical. It was during tour and he had come down with a bit of a cold, which had caused some coughing and a sore throat. He wasn’t feeling great, of course, but pushed through it like any other concert. During one song, however, Jimin’s voice cracked during a high note and he immediately coughed pretty hard. He kept going after that, finishing the show like the true professional he was, but he exited the stage feeling awful about how he had done. You were watching the whole time, of course, and had witnessed the little unavoidable imperfection in his performance, and because you knew him so well, you anticipated how he was going to react. So when he immediately ran off to somewhere more secluded in an attempt to be alone, you followed him. It wasn’t you he was trying to get away from, anyway. You found him sitting in a dark corner crying, his head in his hands. You sat next to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, and he rested his head on your shoulder. You murmured words of encouragement and assured him that no one would blame him for the cough, rubbing his upper arm soothingly. Tears continued to slip from his eyes, but he wasn’t sobbing anymore. “What would I do without you, jagi?” he whispered, which brought a small smile to your face.
Taehyung: Your phone rang one afternoon and you smiled to yourself when you saw that it was your boyfriend calling. “Hi Tae,” you answered, only to hear uncontrollable sobbing on the other end of the call. “It’s Tan, he’s really sick. He’s at the emergency vet, they’re going to take him in for surgery now.” He explained as well as he could in his extremely emotional state. “Okay, okay, take a deep breath, I’m on my way. Text me the address and I’ll get there as soon as I can.” You replied before hanging up the phone and hurrying to your car. Ten minutes later you were sprinting into the emergency vet. You saw Taehyung sitting in the waiting room, still crying but no longer sobbing like he had been. You sat next to him and silently wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. “What’s the news?” You asked softly, a little scared to hear his response. He took a deep breath. “They think he’s going to be fine, but there are always risks with surgery so we won’t know for a little while yet.” You nodded. “He’s going to be okay, love. Tan will be fine.” You whispered, taking hold of one of his hands and intertwining your fingers. He still looked worried, of course, but your presence and assurances were calming him. All he could think was that he was grateful that he wasn’t going through this alone. You had a way of making things better.
Jungkook: If there was one word to describe the way your boyfriend saw himself, it would be invincible. He was the golden maknae, after all. He could do anything, and he would be good at it too. Until one day in dance practice, a freak accident caused him to injure his ankle pretty badly. It was bad enough that he would have to keep off of it for at least two weeks. You had been there when he hurt himself, so as the doctor examined his ankle you held his hand. After hearing the prognosis, you realized he had begun to cry. You wiped his tears away, your heart aching to see him in pain. “Does it hurt that bad, baby?” You asked, worried. He shook his head. “I’m going to let everyone down this way. It’s my fault, I can’t believe I could be so stupid as to get myself hurt this way.” He said, and you shook your head vigorously. “No, this is absolutely not your fault. I watched it happen, it was just one of those freak things. You couldn’t have prevented it. And I know you’re pretty amazing, and all that, but you forget that you’re human. What’s more, you forget that being human isn’t letting the people around you down.” You kissed his forehead, him feeling much less guilty after talking to you.
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There you go children! Hope you all liked this one.
PS: don’t worry, in my mind with the Tae one here, Tannie ends up fine :)
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Practice Prompt 2
A/N: The dialog with @idaliamoretti and @lady-indiana comes from an rp we did earlier today :)
The knock on my bedroom door made me jump. As quickly as I could, I tugged the white shirt I was holding over my head, still pulling down the hem with one hand as I made my way to the door, opening it with my other.
My father was standing in the other side of the doorway, his car keys in hand. “Proctor wants you to come in and help her out with something today.”
I frowned. I had done a research assistantship with Professor Proctor during the spring semester, after taking her course on genetics in the fall. I loved the work I had done under her, though it was mostly just looking at certain chromosomes under a microscope before and after she had altered the sequence of nucleotides, and comparing how the images varied. Either way, it had gotten my name out there as her assistant on the papers she published, which was certainly something. I definitely couldn’t be credited with most of the work or writing though.
“Why?”
My father shrugged, already walking away from the door. I tied the fabric belt of my flowy black pants in a bow, and began to follow him down the hallway. It wasn’t like Professor Proctor to spring work on me unannounced like this, especially when school wasn’t even in session anymore.
My father made his way immediately to the door when he reached the bottom of the staircase, picking up his work bag, which was already leaning against the shoe rack. He tapped his watch twice, raising an eyebrow in my direction.
“I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I protested.
“You should’ve gotten up earlier.” My father only shrugged as I grabbed my purse from the hook next to the shoe rack.
“I woke up at the same time I always wake up.” Not a lie. My early morning routine had been the only thing that remained constant these past few weeks. Between capital officials calling or visiting in person, and family members I barely remembered trying to get in touch with me, altogether consuming my every waking moment, my life felt like it had been the unfortunate victim of a hit-and-run accident.
“Not even at the palace yet, and already developing an attitude,” my father noted, holding the door open for me. “That’s not a good sign.”
I sighed, opening the passenger side door of his car the moment two chirps confirmed it was unlocked. “Sorry, I’m just kind of confused and concerned as to why Proctor wants me to come in today.”
As he got in the car himself, he handed me his work bag and nodded, the only sign that he had even heard what I said. He was a man of few words, my father. Always blunt and to the point, he got what he needed to get done done, and didn’t waste people's time with niceties and polite chatter. That part of socializing he left to my mother. It was also probably a big part of why the officials from the palace preferred to have her around when they needed me to sign something, rather than my father.
My absolute favorite moment from the past few weeks had been the time that some official or another had called from the capital, and my father, fed up after a long day at work, had picked up the phone and just yelled, “What? What do you want?” He had then paused, as whoever was on the other line said something, and then calmly, he had said, “Oh, Evalin, it’s for you.” My mother had been absolutely mortified, and had taken the phone out of my hands to apologize profusely to the capital official on behalf of my father. I had found it hilarious, however, and had to leave the room at one point, unable to contain my laughter any longer.
“She probably just needs your help.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious, I thought. I bit my tongue, though. Fighting with my father wasn’t worth it. It never was, but especially not now that this would be our last full day together for a while.
So we continued the rest of our ride in silence. The streets were just beginning to fill with other vehicles as we hit the main roads. I kept my eyes on the cars passing by as I thought about the upcoming Selection. Today really was my last full day in Knoxville. I didn’t know whether to be sad about the fact that I kind of hoped I wouldn’t be back for a while. I would miss my family, sure, but I couldn’t deny that no matter which way the Selection went, it was going to be a life changing experience. I was going to learn and grow from it, and for once in my life, not in the traditional classroom-learning sense.
This could possibly be the last time I was setting foot on this campus, I realized, as my father parked his car. This might be the last time he drove me here, the last time we hugged in the lobby of the biology building before heading down separate hallways, the last time I had to smell the brine of the oyster labs as I passed by them on the way to Professor Proctor’s laboratory. Had I taken all these things for granted?
I swallowed once before walking into the lab, refusing to let myself dwell on all the what-ifs. I was done with what-ifs. The here and now, that was real, and that involved finding out what Proctor needed me to do for her.
My professor was standing in the corner of her laboratory, flipping through the pages of what appeared to be an old book with maroon leather covers. The book itself looked like it was shorter than most normal-sized books, but maybe that was just the angle I was looking at it at. Or maybe most of my time had been consumed by textbooks and official documents the past few months.
“Good morning, Professor,” I said by way of greeting, holding on to the door as it closed behind me to make sure it didn’t slam. “How are you?”
Professor Proctor looked up from her book, shutting it with one hand as she smiled at me. “Good morning, Miss Berg,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she pushed some gray hairs behind her ears and readjusted her glasses. She might be old, but she was no less wise than she had been when she had published the results of her first independent study when she was just twenty-two. I had been ecstatic when I learned that she would be teaching my genetics lecture last fall. I mean, this was a woman whose tenacity and intelligence had always inspired me. I had literally done projects about her in elementary and middle school.
“Or, should I say, Lady Evalin?” One corner of her lip tugged upwards.
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I hung my purse on the coat rack by the door. “That really isn’t necessary, Professor.” Then, turning back to face her, I added, “My father said you wanted me to come in today?”
“Yes.” She began to move towards one of the microscopes, placed on a low lying lab table towards the front of the room. She pulled out two chairs, facing them towards each other, and motioned for me to take the one opposite of her. As I complied, she explained, “I wanted to talk to you before you left.”
That was right - I hadn’t been able to see her since the announcement was made on the Report. My research period with her was over once the spring semester ended, and with all the craziness of the Selection going on, I hadn’t made time to come to campus and seek her out myself.
“Thank you, Professor, for making time for us to talk. I’m sure your schedule must be busy after the release of your latest findings.”
She smiled at my reply. “It may be, but science does not stop and wait for the media circus. There are always new discoveries to be made. The world keeps turning.”
I felt my blush deepen at her clear jab at the Selection. Oh, God, she must have been mad. Or maybe my father had paid her to give me the lecture that he couldn’t bear to give me himself.
“With that in mind,” she continued, “can I ask why on earth you decided to enter yourself in the Selection?”
Oh yes, here it was.
I decided to start with a joke, laughing nervously as I asked, “Did my father put you up to this?”
“Oh, good! He’s already given you this lecture! Now, I don’t have to!”
I sucked on a tooth. That hadn’t gone according to plan, but I decided not to correct her. Professor Proctor gave amazing lectures, but they were always long-winded and strongly worded, and I wasn’t sure I could handle one at the moment. I still hadn’t even had any coffee yet. “I understand that by participating in the Selection, I am putting my education on hold, but this could be a great opportunity. Think about it - if given a position of power and influence, I could promote the inclusion of more women in science!” It definitely wasn’t my primary reason for going, but it was better than admitting my childhood crush on Prince Arin to my professor.
She waved a hand through the air. “The Princess Safiya is already a woman in science herself. You’re more useful here, studying and publishing research to enhance our knowledge of the human genome. By throwing yourself at the shoes of some spoiled boy, you might as well be throwing all of your intelligence and hard work in the sciences into a trashcan, lighting that trashcan on fire, and then kicking it down a flight of stairs.”
I nodded ever so slightly, brows furrowing as I attempted to think of something I could even say in response to that.
The professor saved me from having to respond, though. She clucked her tongue. “None you worry, though! Your time at the palace won’t be a complete waste!”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” I replied flatly. I didn’t know why I was so irritable lately. First the almost-fight with my father, and now this. Was the stress of the competition getting to me already?
“How were you at history, Miss Berg?”
I pursed my lips, thinking back to high school, picturing the marks I had gotten on my exams. “It was my best subject out of the humanities and social sciences. I think a lot of my success had to do with my memorization skills.”
“Good.” Professor Proctor nodded, leaning back in her chair. “So you are aware, then, that Illea did not always exist as a country. Not as it does now, at least.”
“Yes,” I answered hesitantly. Where was she going with this?
“So, then, the Illean caste system, as it exists currently, could not have always existed, right?”
Alarm bells were ringing in my mind. “Yes, but -”
She cut me off. “Tell me, Miss Berg, have you ever dreamed about pursuing another career? Something besides biology?”
Wasn’t that what I was doing by participating in the Selection? Wasn’t that we she was just about to lecture me about before?
I studied the woman across from me. How could she sit there, so relaxed, not a tense muscle in her body, and talk about such things? She was like a spider with a fly already trapped in its web - all she had to do was watch. She had the power to strike at any moment.
“I used to dream of being a ballerina,” I admitted, “but I was four years old, and they were just that - dreams!”
“But what if there was a world where your dream could become a reality?”
“Well, that would require for me to have advanced physical coordination skills, which I don’t,” I stated, staring at her point-blank, my face relaxed. “That fact has nothing to do with the history of Illea.”
A casteless society. Was my professor really hinting at a casteless society? It was downright treasonous of her to be doing so, and bold of her to speak so freely of these things in front of somebody who would be inside the palace tomorrow.
“That’s neither here nor there,” Professor Proctor reprimanded, waving a hand through the air again. “The point I’m getting to, though, is that I have a proposition for you.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, letting out a scoffing laugh. “Okay, what is it?”
“I need you to write me letters while you’re at the palace.”
I frowned. “That’s it?” I had already been planning on writing my family and June, and maybe even Lukas, though I doubted he’d want to hear about the drama that was bound to ensue. I supposed I could add Professor Proctor to the list as well, though I found it highly unlikely that she would want to hear about the drama either.
“Yes, but not just any letters.” Here it was. Here came the catch. “I need you to get information about the plans the government have against the rebels and the abolitionists.”
“No.” The word came out of my mouth before I could even think, before I could even fully consider her proposal to me. “I won’t do it.”
She sighed. “I was afraid you’d say that. I’d hate to have to do this Miss Berg, but if you don’t send me those letters, I will make sure you never work in the field of biology again.” Her eyes narrowed as mine went wide. “If you want a research assistantship after your time gallivanting at the palace is over? You won’t get one from me, or any of my colleagues. You want to get into graduate school when this is all finished? Good luck doing it when no accredited institution worth a grain of salt will accept you.”
I shook my head, standing up and pushing my chair back under the lab table. “Treason, and blackmail,” I hissed, my voice wavering slightly, in spite of my desire for it not to. “I don’t care if you never let me work with you again. I don’t want to.”
“Think carefully on my offer, Miss Berg,” she instructed, not even moving as I made my way across the room to grab my purse. “I won’t hold this little outburst against you.”
I stopped in front of the door, my hand hovering over the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder at her, the woman I had spent most of my life aspiring to be, one last time. “You disgust me.” I shook my head again. “I’ve lost all respect for you.”
I opened the door, flinging it wide as I began to walk down the hallway.
She called after me. “What do you think your father has in your attic, Evalin?”
The door slammed, cutting off anything else she might say. I hurried past the oyster labs and up the stairs, blinking away tears as I made my way into the main hallway. Was I crying? God, I needed to get myself together.
I ducked into the ladies room on my left, right before I entered the main atrium, and threw my stuff down on the sink counter. After splashing some cold water on my face, I considered my possible next steps. My mother was at work, so I couldn’t ask her to come get me, and my father was up in his lab, which meant his phone was in his locker, and he wouldn’t be able to check it until the end of his workday. That left one person with a car that I could call.
June picked up on the second ring. “Hello, Evalin!”
“Hey, June.” I reflexively put my hand up to my free ear, covering it, even though the bathroom was silent. “What are you up to right now?”
“Running errands,” she replied. Indeed, if I listened closely, it did sound like she was in her car, not on a crowded street, but still definitely driving.
“Could you possibly come get me along the way?”
She cut me off before I could even tell her where I was. “I wish I could, Ev, but I’m on a bit of a time crunch!”
I heard someone mumble in the background - a distinctly male voice, and familiar at that. Was that Lukas? I blanched, putting two and two together. Oh my God, were they hooking up in June’s car? Was everyone I knew breaking a law today?
“No worries,” I assured her, my voice breathless and a little shaky. “I’ll find another way home.”
“Okay.” She paused. “Is everything okay?”
No.
“Yes!” I did my best to sound bright and chipper, but I didn’t think for one second that June was fooled. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Okay.”
With that, I hung up. It looked like I was stuck here, and at the very least, I was not going to spend the rest of my day in the bathroom. So I picked up my purse, and made my way to the dining hall, purchased a cup of coffee, and carried it back to the biology building, where I spent a few hours playing solitaire. Anything to talk my mind off what Professor Proctor had told me.
It occurred to me that I didn’t have to give her the time to blackmail me. I could report her for conspiring with the rebels right now, and have her arrested. The only issue was, I had no proof. It was her word against mine, and I wasn’t naive enough to think that anyone would believe me over a world renowned researcher and scientist.
My phone was on it’s last two percent when my father finally emerged from the hallway. He frowned as his eyes darted from me to the three empty coffee cups that were now stacked behind me. Hey, walking to the dining hall was exercise, right?
“Done so soon?” His tone was skeptical, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Yeah, she got a call from a publisher of one science magazine or another, asking her if they could interview her about her latest study.” I shrugged nonchalantly. It was a good thing that I had had the better part of a day to come up with a believable lie. “How was your day?”
“Less hectic than I thought it would be.”
I stood up then, following him out the door and through the parking lot, to his car. He was silent up until we were in his car, when he asked, “Was it good to see her before you leave?”
“Yeah,” I lied, leaving it at that. Luckily, my father didn’t press me for more details. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel at every stoplight, humming along to an old song playing on the radio. No matter how much any of us protested, he refused to change the station in his car to anything other than “Classic Hits of the early 2000s.” He was insistent that it was the only music that would ever play in his car. If we wanted our own music, we were to bring something else to listen to. Too bad my phone was dead.
My father pulled into our driveway at a snail’s pace, each motion he made deliberate yet relaxed. He turned the keys, shutting the car off, still humming to that stupid song that played at least twice every time I rode with him to work - once in the morning, once in the evening.
I was over it. I wanted nothing more than to eat dinner, shower, and curl up in my bed. I was all but packed, seeing as we didn’t need to bring many personal items with us, since our wardrobe and essentials would be provided for us at the palace. All I needed to do was get through the rest of today, and then tomorrow, I would be on a plane, and with any luck, I would never have to see Professor Proctor ever again.
My father practically raced to the door. I trailed behind him, narrowing my eyes at him as he watched me slowly trudge up the porch steps, his gaze expectant. He waited until I was right behind him before he slowly began to open the door, which creaked slowly on its hinges. From what I could see, the inside of our house was dark, which was odd, considering my mother’s car was definitely in the driveway.
Once his hand was inside, my father flung the door open the rest of the way, and I stepped inside, blinking twice as the lights flashed on around me, and a wall of people jumped into my line of sight. The word, “Surprise!” was yelled in various pitches and intonations, jarring me almost as much as the sudden change in brightness did. I dropped my purse as I took in the sight in front of me. My entire family - my father’s parents included - along with June and Lukas stood in the living room, partially obscured by the staircase, wearing party hats and holding noise makers. Above the couch was a banner that read, “We’ll Miss You, Evalin!” in big red block letters.
I forced myself to smile, and then I forced myself to hug everyone, and act like this was the best present I had ever received. “I knew you’d love it,” Lydia squealed. “A going away surprise party just seemed perfect!” When our brothers were out of an earshot, she whispered, “I released the ants, too!”
I was quite sure an ant infestation was the last thing I needed at this point in time, but I assured her that it was the highlight of my day, which was the truth, though the bar was quite low. After her, it was my grandparents, who were so pleased with how much my Swendish had improved since I had last seen them around Christmas time. I informed them that I had been furthering my study of the language in order to help me stand out during the Selection, and they beamed.
The rest of the night was much the same. It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that our company started trickling out. First it was June, lazily waving goodnight as she made her way to her own home nextdoor. Then it was my brothers and Lydia, whose departures were punctured with screaming and laughter as all four made it to their rooms, finally. Then my father decided it was high time to drive his parents back to the hotel they were staying in, though they promised they would see me again at the official send off ceremony the next day. My mother drifted off upstairs, saying she needed to deal with whatever mess had been made. I didn’t want to imagine what her face would look like when she found out her daughters had collected and released ants into her sons’ room.
That left just me and Lukas, seated on the couch downstairs, me with a glass of water, and him with an untouched slice of cake.
Now was as good a time as any, I decided. Today could not possibly get any worse.
“I heard you in the car with June, today.”
Color rushed to his cheeks as he placed his plate on the coffee table. “I went with her to pick up your grandparents from the hotel.” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he added, “She asked me to come with her since I know a little Swendish.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes right back at me. “You sounded kind of upset on the phone. What happened?”
I just shook my head. “You would not believe the conversation I had with Professor Proctor today.”
“Oh, good.” His eyes lit up, his lips starting to tug upwards in a smile, and his speech animated. “She filled you in on everything, then? It’s great that you’re continuing to work with her.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I never said that.”
His face went pale at that, and he leaned forward, towards me. “What do you mean?”
“I told her no, Lukas.” It was an effort not to ball my hands into fists in my lap. “You’re working with her?”
He shook his head, and then ran his hand through his hair. “Evalin, why -”
It was all the answer I needed.
“Get out of my house.” I stood, pointing towards the front door. “Now.”
Reluctantly, he got to his feet. “Evalin, listen, you’re being irrational. Can’t you see -”
“Don’t you dare try to call me irrational when you’re the ones committing treason,” I hissed, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the door. “Get out of my house, and don’t you ever come back.”
My teeth were clenched as I opened the door, practically shoving him into the night air. As he stumbled out onto the porch, my father rounded the corner of our driveway in his car, his headlights like a beacon in the night.
“Evalin,” Lukas tried again.
I’d had enough. I pushed him towards the porch steps as hard as I could. He stumbled back a foot as I reiterated, “I said leave!”
Finally, he took the hint, and began walking across the lawn, turning right when he hit the street. To my left, my father stepped out of his car, locking it as he came to stand beside me on the porch. “I never liked him,” was all he said as he turned around, opening the front door and holding it for me.
It was a sleepless night after that. Between the fight with Proctor, and then the fight with Lukas, I had a lot to think about. My brain wouldn’t shut off, no matter how much I tried to drown out the sound of my thoughts with the sounds of the crickets outside. By the time light started filtering through the window again, I had managed to sleep for maybe half an hour, if that.
There was not enough coffee in the world to get me through this day. The morning was a blur of my mother fixing my hair and applying makeup to my face, Lydia zipping up the dress the capital officials had instructed me to wear, and my father, handing me cup after cup of coffee until I couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes without having to use the restroom. After that, we were out the door, and off to the town square, where the mayor was waiting on a stage in front of a crowd of people.
I had to give the crowd credit - some of the signs were kind of creative. Even June was there, holding one that read, “Evalin? More like Eva-WIN!” I cracked a smile at that, but it faded as I thought back to the night before. I wasn’t going to get the chance to tell her about Lukas. Shit.
Speak of the devil. There he was, dressed in a button up shirt and dress slacks, standing at the side of none other than Professor Proctor herself. A bold move, on their part. I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing that I had seen them. Instead, I adopted the broadest smile I could manage, and plastered it on my face as the mayor droned on about my merits as a candidate for the princes heart, and what a great service I was doing for my province.
Once he had wrapped up, it was time to say goodbye to my family. My brothers were first, practically crushing me with the combined force of their hugs, and assuring me that they would get payback for the ants. I only laughed, challenging that I would love to see how they planned to do that from the other side of the country.
Then it was my grandparents, who gave me quick well-wishes in Swendish, before stepping aside to let Lydia through. Lydia gave me a quick hug, both her and my mother offering words of encouragement.
The last one left was my father. Steeling myself for what I knew I had to do, I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes as I inhaled the scent of coffee and hazelnut for one last time. Then, discreetly, I raised my head a bit, and whispered into his ear, “Proctor knows what’s in the attic, and I think I made her very angry yesterday.”
My father, to his credit, didn’t so much as flinch at the news. His face remained stoic, though he did offer me a nearly imperceptible nod, the only sign that he had heard what I said.
With that done, I was ushered into a limo, where I sat for the next two hours, until it arrived at the airport. I had wanted to sleep in the limo, but the caffeine in my system had left me too jittery and alert to do so. Maybe that was for the better, though. I didn’t want to accidentally fall asleep on the plane, in front of the other Selected girls.
One of them was already on the plane when I boarded. I ran through my memory, trying desperately to place her face to one of the names I had memorized. No luck. I was drawing a blank.
I offered her a smile as I made my way down the aisle. “Hi, I’m Evalin!”
She matched my smile with one of her own. “Hi Evalin! I’m Indie!”
Indie. Indiana? The film director from Clermont? I struggled to remember what else Lydia had told me about her, but it wasn’t coming through. God, I was so tired.
I took a seat across the aisle from her, keeping my smile in place. “It’s nice to meet you! You’re from Clermont, right?”
“Yes, I am! And you’re from -” she paused, smiling sheepishly, “-remind me again?”
“Carolina.” I smoothed out my skirt. At least I wasn’t alone in the not-remembering-information boat at the moment. “You’re a movie director, right?”
Her smile was nothing but kind as she replied. “I am. What is your profession?”
I inhaled slightly before answering. “I’m still in college, but I’m studying biology.”
For now.
“Oh wow, that’s really cool. I could never do science.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a slightly nervous laugh. “It’s second nature for me, really. I grew up around it. I think it’s really cool, what you do, though! I’ve never had that kind of artistic vision!”
“Aw, thank you. It’s the only thing I could ever do, and I’m glad. I truly love it. The profession saved me, in a way.”
“That’s amazing!” I couldn’t help but smile at that. Indie and I weren’t so different when it came down to it. What she felt for directing was exactly what I had felt, still felt, for biology. “That kind of passion is very admirable!”
Once again, she matched my smile. “We are still waiting on two more, right? The plane is supposed to leave soon.”
“I think so.” I frowned, looking over my shoulder, out the window. Missing the plane would set a sour tone for the rest of the Selection, that was for sure. As I craned my neck, trying to get a better view, I caught side of a girl with dark hair was walking through the parking lot. “Looks like one is coming now!”
Sure enough, as soon as the words popped out of my mouth, one girl boarded the plane, followed by a second girl, who already had headphones in. The first girl popped into the plane like a ball of pure sunshine, looking over her shoulder at the plane staircase. “Sorry, sorry,” she said, breathlessly, “My parents kept saying goodbye!” She turned back to us then, her eyes flickering over each of our faces in turn. “Idalia Moretti,” she said by way of introduction, plopping down in an empty seat to my right.
The fourth girl took up a seat towards the front of the plane, not so much as glancing back at us. Instead, she turned to face the window, keeping her headphones in.
“What about you guys?” Idalia’s voice drew my attention back towards my right side.
I offered her the same smile I had given Indie earlier. “Evalin Berg. It’s nice to meet you!”
“Oh,” Indie began, grinning like mad at Idalia. I had to admit, the girl’s energy was infectious, and she was practically bursting at the seams with it. “Hi, I’m Indie! Are you guys excited?”
With everyone on board, the plane began to take off. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be to say my goodbyes to Carolina, though I did still have my worries. Would Proctor report my father, out of spite for me? Would Lukas? What was even in my attic that was so illicit? It’s not like my father could just sneak up there willy-nilly. The attic door was a drop-down from the ceiling on the second floor, kind of like a reverse trap door, with a ladder that unfolded out once the door was open. The hinges were so rusted and creaky that half the neighborhood would know that someone was going into our attic before they ever set foot in it.
I turned my attention back to the matter at hand. “Very,” I answered. “A little nervous, too, though. What about you?”
“It should be an interesting day,” Idalia offered. “Tomorrow is when I’ll be nervous. Or, I guess whenever we meet the prince.”
“I’m definitely a little of both excited and nervous,” Indie agreed. “But you’re right. Tomorrow is when things get really real.”
They were right. I needed to focus. “True. Today is just makeovers and getting settled in, right?” I winced at my own unawareness of what I had gotten myself into. I cursed the stupid fights keeping me awake all damn night, and for making me forget what I really needed to do. “Sorry, this whole thing has been a bit of a whirlwind. It’s kind of hard to keep track of all the details.”
“Yeah, I think so,” Indie answered. “I’m sure there will be people telling us what to do, and where to go. I wouldn’t worry too much.”
“It’s kind of weird, being thrown into the spotlight like this! Do any of you know any of the other girls? I’ve only gotten tidbits of information that my sister has dug up.” A half lie. Lydia had dug up a good deal of information, I just couldn’t recall any of it.
“I know one of the girls,” Indie admitted. “Emily. She’s acted in a few of my movies. I know some of the other actors just from industry talk, and stuff.”
“Yeah!” Idalia took over the conversation. “I just know the details because I have a friend obsessed with this stuff. She sent me a PowerPoint of, ‘The Most Important Things to Know,’ on everything and everyone.”
Indie’s eyes went wide and her smile grew. “A PowerPoint? That’s iconic!”
“Oh wow!” I laughed, but it came out a good deal more nervous than I had intended it to. “Dare I ask what it said about us?”
“Oh, Evalin,” Indie reprimanded with a shake of her head, “never read the reviews.”
I blushed, but Idalia only smiled as she forged onwards. “She is iconic like that! She liked your last movie, by the way. It was in her PowerPoint.”
“Oh, really? That’s sweet!”
So much for not reading the reviews.
A joke. I should crack a joke. “Ah, sorry! I’m used to my work being peer reviewed.”
I was the only one who laughed at my joke. I should not have cracked a joke.
As if it took her a second to catch on, Idalia let out a small chuckle. “I’m pretty sure your slide just said, ‘bio smart but I have no idea what any of her work says.’”
“Ah,” I replied, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks once again. I should have seen that one coming from a mile away. “I haven’t really done anything of note. I held a research position under my genetics professor last semester, but it was mostly just me using a microscope.” It felt weird to talk about it now, after everything that had happened yesterday. I could only imagine these girls’ reactions if I had told them the full story.
“That sounds way more intelligent than anything I’ve done, so,” Indie trailed off for a second. “Kudos to you.”
I let out another nervous laugh, fidgeting with my hands in my lap. Time to change the subject. “What movies have you directed?”
Indie seemed to consider it for a moment, as if she had to pick between a large sum of movies when saying her next sentence. “A few,” she settled on, finally. “Some of them you might know are Lady Bird and Little Women. I’ve also done The Greatest Showman, but I also direct episodes of TV sometimes.”
“Oh, I loved Little Women,” I gushed immediately. “That and Pride and Prejudice are the two movies my sister insists we watch whenever we have a family movie night!”
She grinned at that. “Pride and Prejudice is amazing. I’m glad my movie sings along beside it at your family movie nights.”
“Funny,” Idalia interjected, smirking. “My house is usually filled with suggestions of Megamind on family night.”
“Hey, I mean, Megamind,” Indie trailed off again, clearly searching for the words in her head. “Important stuff!”
Interesting. That movie definitely sounded like something Randall would request. That, combined with her big personality, was making me wonder if Idalia and I had more in common than I had initially assumed. “Do you have a lot of siblings, too?”
“No, actually,” Indie answered first, “I don’t have any siblings. You?”
Idalia had an amused smile on her face as she admitted, “I only have a younger brother, but Megamind is usually not his idea.”
“Like I said, Megamind - important stuff,” Indie reiterated.
“Megamind is a classic,” I decided out loud, though I had never seen the movie before. “I have three brothers, and a sister.”
“A big family,” Indie observed. “That must be nice.”
“It is,” I admitted, thinking back to our goodbyes a few hours earlier, “for the most part, but we can get a little antsy. There’s plenty of teasing and pranks to go around! Having time to yourself must be nice, though!”
Idalia nodded knowingly. “I probably tease my brother more than he teases me.”
“Having time to myself can be nice,” Indie agreed, “but at least I get to live vicariously through my characters.” After a brief pause, she picked up the conversation again. “Oh, hey! Idalia, we never asked you what your profession was. You seem like a prankster. It has to be something interesting.”
I wasn’t the only one who got that vibe from Idalia then. The brunette leaned back in her seat, cracking a smile as she responded, “Interesting assumption. I fence sabre.”
My eyes immediately lit up. So that was where I knew her from! “Oh, wow, that’s awesome! I thought your name sounded kind of familiar! You fenced in the Olympics, right? My youngest brother had the games on all day, every day when they were being broadcasted!”
She brightened as well, her smile broadening. “I did. I’m going again next year. Or at least that’s the plan.”
“Ah, congratulations!” Thinking about all of her words had me biting my lip. “Are you nervous about the possibility of this Selection taking over a year? I know the officials said it shouldn’t, since it should display the prince’s decisiveness, but” I sighed, “I have to wonder how into the Selection he’s going to be, what with his engagement to Evie Waldia being cut off so recently.”
It was a fact Gabriel had been bringing up since the beginning. This wasn’t a quest for love, according to him, but a quest for the royal rebound. His argument only got worse once he realized how similar my name was to Evie’s. From that point onwards, he refused to address me as anything other than, “Evie 2.0,” much to my annoyance. I was my own person, not a new Evie, and not a rebound. My brother, of all people, should know that.
Idalia turned her head towards the ceiling. “Time will tell, but I doubt they will say I can’t go. Illea, like everyone else, sends people that can win. If I’m still one of the candidates when the time comes, it would be foolish of them to deny my participation.”
“That’s true,” I conceded. “It must be so cool, being able to compete for your country like that!”
“That really is cool, Idalia,” Indie echoed. “I’m sure you’ll get to go. It’s probably even better press for Illea if they send a Selected.”
I was inclined to agree. “That’s a good point! You’d get to be serving the nation in two ways at once!”
“I guess that could be said,” Idalia conceded, chuckling. “So we’ve got a film director, a bio major, a fencer, and,” she paused, looking at the fourth girl, who had shown no inclination to join in the conversation, “an unknown.”
“Should,” Indie bit her lip, and I tried to remember who the fourth girl on this plane should be. “Should we try to talk to her, or…” She trailed off again, not taking her eyes off the girl.
It hit me then. Shala Lie of Dominica.
“Shala?” I asked. No reply. I frowned and lowered my voice to a whisper, having the vague sense that Shala might still be listening in on our conversation. “Maybe she’s just very nervous.”
“Yeah, probably.” Indie shrugged. “Well, anyway, you girls seem really nice. It’s definitely made me feel a lot better about this whole process.”
“Likewise,” I replied. I had to admit, my smile was less forced this time. “It’s good to know that we’re not in this alone.”
Idalia took control of the conversation again. “I’m sure Prince Arin must be having a similar feeling.”
“Speaking of Prince Arin,” Indie began with a grin, “thoughts?”
I couldn’t help but blush at the thought of the prince. I kind of hated it. What was I, twelve years old? Nonetheless, I had to field my question. “Well, he is quite handsome, don’t you think?”
“He is quite handsome,” Indie echoed. “I’m excited to get to know him. Or, at least I hope I get the chance to know him.”
“Me too. I’d love to be able to talk to him and get to know him.” Admitting this to these girls, these almost strangers, was somehow less embarrassing than admitting it to anyone at home had been. “I’m sure he has lots of interesting stories to tell.”
“Yeah, probably. It’s just crazy that we are going to be living in the palace, of all places,” Indie gushed. “Hanging out with the prince, of all people. It feels like a fever dream!”
“Truly!” I had been saying as much since the letter first came in the mail. “I never imagined that this is where my life would actually take me!” The faint popping in my ears was my first clue, but a quick look out the window only confirmed my suspicions. “It looks like we’re about to land!”
“Yep.” Indie nodded in agreement. “We should keep in touch down there. I think it’ll be nice to have some friendly faces around.”
My smile was my main reply; my words were secondary. “Certainly!”
“I wonder if we’ll be near each other, room-wise,” Idalia chimed in.
Finally, something I could actually remember. “What rooms are you in? I’m in room eighteen.”
“Oh, uh, you know, we might be close to each other. Hold on.” Idalia paused, pulling a piece of paper out of her back pocket. She skimmed it for moment before finishing with, “Yeah, sixteen.” Her brows furrowed, then, as she looked over what I could only imagine must be a map. “Okay, so we’re in the same hall, but you’re right outside the circle of rooms around mine. Not the closest, but still same hall.”
I looked over her shoulder, taking it was was indeed a map, for myself. “Yeah, it looks like we’re diagonally across the from each other.” I smiled at Idalia, then. This could be good. “We should definitely be seeing each other around, then!”
“I’m in room six,” Indie announced, “but we will still see each other around!”
“I’ve heard there’s a woman’s room, and also etiquette lessons,” Idalia admitted.
“True.” My grin was one hundred percent genuine this time. “I’m kind of excited for the etiquette lessons. It’ll be nice to learn something different, for a change.”
“Oh, it’ll be something for sure,” Idalia agreed with an amused grin. “How to be photographed, how to curtsy, maybe which spoon is for the salad as well!”
I laughed at the joke. “I wonder if they’ll make us learn how to walk with books balanced on our heads.”
It was Indie’s turn to laugh now. “That would be funny to see,” she admitted, “but, trust me, that’s not the hard stuff. It’s the learning to talk to the press that’s hard.”
That was where the conversation ended, as the plane touched down and we were escorted down a carpet, through a large crowd of people, and into a limousine. It was silent at that point, and for that I was kind of grateful. I was out of Carolina. I was here, in the capital, possibly about to meet the love of my life, and at that moment, that was all that mattered.
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Chapter 9/15
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Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
@turtlepated @anyamercury @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice
Next morning, bright and early with the sunrise, she was back with a new book under her arm. She was eating a piece of toast, and shoved the last of the crust into her mouth as she entered. She wiped her lips with her thumb, and he was oddly ashamed that he watched that gesture with much interest.
"Oh! Do you want something to eat?" she asked by way of greeting, like she was a thoughtless hostess and this was a perfectly normal situation. "Do you need to eat?"
Beetlejuice, who had spent the rest of the night alone trying to understand why his thoughts had gone to different sexual scenarios he could engage in with her instead of a rage that should have been more appropriate, shook his head.
He'd sort through the thorny mess of his libido some other time, he had decided. Lisette was trying to figure him out; he would do the same to her. Time would tell who would win this stalemate.
"I can, but I don't," he replied. "It's been years since I had a cigarette, though. You got any?"
She looked surprised he answered her as if it were a real conversation, like they were buddies. Beetlejuice waited for a moment, then made a circling motion with one hand to indicate he was waiting for an expecting a response.
"Uh . . no. I don’t."
"Of fucking course you don’t. Nobody smokes anymore," he muttered, disappointed.
She tapped her forefinger on her chin for a moment, then left the room, leaving the door open.
He’d been left in isolation again so quickly? Beetlejuice once again heard her rummaging through the kitchen, then there was silence. After minutes passed, she came back up the stairs. The treads and the floorboards in the hallway creaked with each footstep, and then she was back in the bedroom with him. She was holding something, and in the crook of her arm was one of the stainless steel canisters from under the cabinets in the kitchen.
“I don’t have any cigarettes,” she told him again, sounding apologetic. “Can you roll your own?”
Beetlejuice cocked his head in confusion. She held out her hands; in one was a box of stick matches, in the other, a cardboard box of rolling papers. She opened the small canister to show him dried, shredded leaves inside. The faint scent of tobacco wafted to him.
“You don’t have cigarettes but you have the stuff to make cigarettes?” he asked drily.
Lisette shrugged. “The tobacco can be used in different rituals. The matches are just matches. The rolling paper . . . well, I didn’t buy it for tobacco, specifically.”
Despite himself, Beetlejuice laughed. “You’ve got a stolen forbidden book, you’ve captured me, and you’re embarrassed to say out loud you smoke weed?”
A blush crept over her cheeks and she laughed too. “Yeah. I guess. Marijuana is legal in Connecticut for medical purposes, but not just for fun. Would you prefer that instead of tobacco?”
The thought of a joint instead of a cigarette was tempting; it’d been even longer since he’d taken a hit than simply had a smoke. It would be simple and innocent enough to light one up, and offer her a toke, like people do, and maybe she’d accidently break the barrier . . .
“You wanna join me?” Beetlejuice asked.
Lisette shook her head. “No thanks. Too early in the day for me.”
He hid his disappointment and filed that information away for later.
“Cigarette it is, then.”
With no further hesitation, Lisette tossed him the supplies one at a time, the canister, then the small box of rolling papers. As for the matches, she removed all but one from the box before passing it along. Each of them passed over the chalk inscriptions with no problem, which was interesting tidbit of information: things could enter the circle, he just couldn’t leave. Beetlejuice caught them all, and occupied himself with the task of making his own cigarette.
It had been a while since he had, so it took a little time for the proper technique to come back to him. As he struggled a bit getting the paper tight enough around the tobacco, he groused,
“If you’re used to rolling joints, why didn’t you just make a cigarette for me and throw that into this prison?”
Lisette looked a little surprised, as if that hadn't occurred to her, but answered, “You didn’t ask!”
He gave her a look that conveyed his exact thoughts on that amount of pettiness, then licked the free edge of the paper standing upright between his fingers and pressed it down. It was slightly looser than he would have liked and it had a shitty crutch he made out of the thin cardboard he found in the box of rolling papers instead of a real filter, but a smoke after who knows how many years was a treat anyway. Beetlejuice lit the match by flicking it against his thumbnail, and once the end of the cigarette was going, stuck it in his mouth.
His first inhale of a corporeal cigarette in ages was bitter and hot.
It was great.
Beetlejuice let himself be lost in the physical act of smoking for a moment. It suddenly hit him that not only had this breather said his name twice, drawing him three-quarters into the living world, but whatever arcane techinque she used to keep him in this circle made that three-quarters last longer than it ever had before. This situation wasn’t perfect, but that was a nice little bonus.
Lisette sat quietly with her skirt hiked up passed her knees. Idly he wondered if she was wearing any panties. Beetlejuice kept a lungful of smoke in longer than would be comfortable, then let it out in a stream that twisted a little like a Sandworm. That trick usually made a breather nervous, since it looked a little alive, but the woman near the wall didn’t react to it.
Instead, she went back to her books, flipping through pages, leaving them open on the floor, writing notes in her journal, and cross-referencing things. Beetlejuice watched her research and wondered to himself what exactly she was thinking.
After his cigarette was gone and she was still absorbed in her books, he asked,
“Figured anything out yet?”
She glanced up at him with an annoyed expression pinching her face. “No.”
He scooted along the floor to be closer to her. The chalk circle she’d drawn was four inches wide, so with her leaning against the wall by the door, her knees were less than a foot away from him. He could reach out and grab her, if this barrier was down.
Beetlejuice craned his head to try and read the books upside down.
“Is that a Bible?”
“Yes,” she replied, distracted, as she continued to scribble.
“Would I be able to touch it?”
She finally looked up, genuinely confused. “What the hell does that mean?”
He nodded towards the other books. “I couldn’t quite touch those two. Earlier. When I, uh, wrecked your room.”
Lisette stared at him blankly for a moment before she understood. “Oh. Right! They have wards on them to prevent non-human or non-living beings from interacting with them. Safety precautions, you know. Of course, that doesn’t really help me narrow down ghost versus demon in your case . . .”
She let her voice trail off, then went back to the Bible she’d been perusing. Beetlejuice let her have a few more moments, then just as she was settling back into her work, he interrupted.
“Which version of the Bible do you have? Is it both Old and New Testament? Do you have a Qur’an? The Torah? The Codex Seraphinianus? The Voynich Manuscript?”
Lisette returned the look he’d given her earlier: irked. “Why are you asking?”
He shrugged. “Just wondering exactly what you’re using to try and decipher the riddle wrapped in an enigma that is me.”
“With a head that big I’m surprised you made it through the doorframe into this room,” she replied drily. “Of course, you were going full steam. All because I said your name. Interesting.”
Beetlejuice scowled a little, hating to be reminded how desperate he’d been. He let silence fill the room for a few beats. She broke the quiet before he did this time.
“You mentioned Al Azif. Not many other texts have information about shoggoths in them. Have you read it? Did you just randomly pick a name from the book? What’s the connection between it, them, and you?”
“Maybe Alhazred named shoggoths after me,” Beetlejuice suggested.
That made her furrow her brow for a moment, but eventually she shook her head. “No, I only know one account of a shoggoth taking human form.” Even though his lie was dismissed, he saw by the expression on her face some new thought had come to her. Her eyes found his, and excited, she asked, “Were you there when Alhazred wrote it?”
“Maybe,” Beetlejuice hedged. He couldn’t decide if letting her know his age would be a problem.
“Interesting . . .” Lisette repeated, and dropped her eyes back to her journal to write a note. Her mouth moved a little as she did, and it was vaguely similar to the times he saw her praying.
“So you’re pretty devoted, huh?”
Confusion and harder thinking looked the same on her face. “What?”
“You pray a lot. Devoted Catholic, right?” he guessed. Two could play at taking stabs at the other’s truths.
“My grandmother was Catholic, but I wasn’t raised anything,” Lisette admitted.
“Then what are you praying?”
“What? I’m not praying, I’m just talking to myself!”
For some reason, that admission made Beetlejuice laugh out loud. “Jesus. I’ve been alone for forever it seems, and even I don’t do that!”
Lisette looked slightly offended, which made him laugh harder.
“Whatever,” she told him, but it was good to see something needled her.
tbc
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Ghost of you, 16/?
Volume: 1.
Number of parts: 16/?.
Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).
Synopsis: "He went straight to the restricted area where he had locked Colin and dismissed the guard standing there. He needed to talk with the scientist alone. It wouldn’t be nice."
A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while.
I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it.
I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.
“We're all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next.” - Doctor Who.
CHAPTER 16:
Tegan hadn’t given anyone any explanation. After he was told by Camden that the scientist that maybe was behind this entire nightmare was called Myrtle Appleton, his brain had frozen on the information and he had known where to go for the next information to get. He was furious and his quick steps along with his clenched fists were a good clue of this anger boiling in his veins. He went straight to the restricted area where he had locked Colin and dismissed the guard standing there. He needed to talk with the scientist alone. It wouldn’t be nice. Tegan was tired of being the good boy. He was the boss now. He was in charge. It hadn’t been easy but there he was. He stopped in front of the door and put his hands on his hips. His eye and jaw were still hurting from the fists they had met earlier but it was war wounds.
Colin was outrageously relaxed for someone who had been sacked and locked away. Tegan was resisting the envy of throwing him out of the lab and letting him see how he would survive out there. It was a chance that he hadn’t done it yet since Colin was gonna be really useful if he accepted to speak. Tegan wouldn’t get inside his prison. It would be playing Colin’s game. He would just do what he had to do by staying outside. One black eye was enough for him. He observed Colin. The scientist was lain on the desk of the room and watching the ceiling. He had a smirk on his face. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the whole situation. He was annoyed to have been caught but he was living it quite well. And this was infuriating Tegan. How could this mad scientist be so happy with himself when he almost killed a man?
Colin didn’t move or made anything that could let Tegan know that he had seen him. He was voluntarily ignoring him. He maybe thought that it would force the neurologist to get mad and make a mistake, but Tegan didn’t plan on losing this battle. He remained silent for a long moment. Such a long moment that Colin finally believed that he was gone without a word. Only to face him when he decided to move. He smirked and put his hands in his pockets. He was gonna play it cool. He wasn’t gonna let Tegan see how furious he was for this situation. If the man was there, it was for a good reason. He would either push him out – Colin doubted the man would have the courage to do such a thing though – or he needed something particular and that option was far more interesting for the fired scientist.
“Well, you’re the last person I was expecting to come here to visit me.”
Tegan didn’t reply. Not yet. He didn’t want to play that game. He was gonna let himself fall into one of Colin’s trap. This time, he was gonna be the clever manipulative one. He was gonna try at least. He couldn’t remember a time where he had manipulated someone. He was too nice for this. But times changed and so did he.
“No one is allowed to come and visit you.”
“Except for the gargoyles keeping me here.”
“Just be glad they’re bringing you food.”
“You’re still a disappointing poofta, Tegan. Unable to even throw me out when the envy is burning in you. Too much of a good heart you. It will lose you one day.”
“Don’t tempt me. This crossed my mind more than once.”
“You think but you don’t do anything.”
“Except I’ve fired you.”
“Only after I punched you twice.”
“Your aggressivity is just a way to get revenge for what your older sister made you go through.”
Touché. Tegan knew he had won a point at the face Colin pulled. Even if he was trying to keep a straight face, there had been a subtle change in his expression that betrayed him. His sister was his weak point. Two siblings, two brilliant but rotten scientists.
“Don’t you dare looking into my personal files.”
“Why not? I’m your boss now.”
“Boss of nothing! You’ve fired me!”
“As long as you’re here, you’re still under my responsibility. That’s why I have access to your personal files.”
“But you don’t have Missy’s.”
“Myrtle Appleton, distinguished specialist of the Xeroderma pigmentosum. Author of three impressive books about the disease. Dubious methods but the results are there.”
“Found this on her Wikipedia page?”
“They don’t mention that she’s the one who started the whole noctiagus infection.”
The silence that followed this information confirmed Tegan’s words. Myrtle Appleton was the one who let the virus out of her laboratory. Was it intentional or not, it was a question that didn’t matter anymore at this point. If she was caught, she would have huge troubles.
“It was an accident,” growled Colin.
He wasn’t gonna let this man without family badmouthing on the only member of his. Myrtle and him used to be very close. Almost like twins. They shared the same passion for sciences, for experiences, for the dubious methods. They were both geniuses of course and they were rivals on the scientific field. Myrtle was doing better than him at the moment but he intended on beating her on her own field.
– Flashback –
Colin ran to the flat he was sharing with Myrtle in town. First, there was that alarming article in the newspaper was alarming. He was the first one to have been called after that and he had had to ask for a free afternoon to Maxence so he could fix this problem. A problem that hadn’t been fixed. Myrtle couldn’t have her job back because she had been caught paying men and women that desperately needed money to run her experiences on them. She hadn’t told them that the Xeroderma would be inoculated to them for her to try to find a cure to this disease that once killed her precious child. This disease was still haunting her twenty years later and she was constantly looking for a way to cure it, as a way to save the daughter she had loved so much, a daughter who left a hole that could never be filled in her heart.
Only Colin knew that story. Most people thought that she was doing it because it was her vocation. Most scientists didn’t have a particular story with the field they were working on. They just were doing this because their natural curiosity and will to change things orientated them this way. Myrtle was this way before all this story and she couldn’t talk to anyone about this because no one would understand and she preferred dealing with this on her own anyway. This was why she was being so secret on her researches and the way she was getting her results. No one needed to know why it was so important to her to find a cure to this disease. No one needed to know why she so desperately wanted to save someone who was already dead. No one needed to know that instead of a cure, she had created something far more dangerous.
“What’s the matter, Missy?”
Colin always hated being bothered during a day of work, especially since he was a rival to Maxence Spitz, one of the greatest minds of this century, but he could never resist the call of troubles. So when Missy had called to tell him to come immediately, when she had told him that it was urgent and that he better get his ass back home quickly, he had answered immediately. Her words and her tone had been enough for him to run to the flat where she had been hiding since she was fired. She hadn’t stopped her experiences. Far from it. And one of them must have gone wrong.
“Don’t tell me you’ve told me to rush here for nothing, Missy!”
“Not so loud, brother.”
She finally showed up to face him and he sighed when he saw that she was wearing her favourite purple outfit with that thing she was daring calling a hat. She also had her white smock on, which she quickly got rid off and threw on the couch.
“You were gonna be late for the eclipse.”
“I hope you didn’t make me run all the way to here just for this stupid eclipse Spitz has forecast.”
“Actually, I was thinking you could help me with a little something.”
She gestured to him the little something with her thumb and forefinger slightly spread. Colin was feeling the anger boil in him. Missy was always taking things so lightly and making fun of them when he was being more serious. One of the clearest differences between them. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms on his chest.
“What have you done again?”
“Time for a hide and seek game.”
“I don’t want to play anything.”
Missy groaned. Her brother could be so annoying sometimes but they didn’t have much time to waste. They had to leave this flat and play that hide and seek game for the sake of the world.
“Okay, fine!” she sighed. “One of them escaped. He’s got the symptoms. We gotta find him.”
This admission from his sister made him fly off the handle. He had always known it would happen and she had sworn it would never happen. They teamed up and while everyone was looking up to the sky, they were looking for a man with particular symptoms. Someone they couldn’t find. And that was gonna have serious consequences on the world…
– Fin –
Colin was raging now. He couldn’t believe that someone found the truth. Of course, it shouldn’t have gone this far. Him and Missy would have serious troubles if they were caught. They had known the truth of this pandemic since the beginning and they had kept it hidden. Missy was behind this whole mess and she was as unfindable as the patient zero. The situation had made communication really hard but her and Colin always found a way to get in touch with each other. He wasn’t someone who was worrying easily but Missy was his only family and he really hoped that nothing bad had happened to her. He was the only allowed to hurt her and with the situation they were in right now, he definitely was gonna make her pay for it if he was finding her before anyone else. She better be alive!
“Where is she?”
“As if I was gonna tell you.”
Tegan had foreseen this reaction from Colin. He didn’t insist and left the corridor. Colin raised an eyebrow. He doubted that Tegan would abandon so easily. He would come back for his answers. What did he expect? That finding the patient zero would help them find a cure? Colin knew everything about this patient and he had never been able to find anything. Why would the stupid neurologist find anything? He shrugged and lay back down.
The sound of the meds hatch – the food hatch in his case – followed by the sound of broken glass and the loud closing of the hatch made him move quickly. His heart stopped when he saw a broken phial on the floor. The pieces of glass were drowning in a crimson fluid that could only be blood. Tegan was standing on the other side of the door in a hazmat suit. It confirmed Colin’s fear: this blood hadn’t arrived here by accident and the ventilation was off. Tegan had decided to take drastic steps.
“Are you out of your mind?!” roared Colin.
“I’m perfectly fine, thanks. You’re clever enough to know what this means.”
“We don’t know how the virus infects people.”
“Maybe. But breathing in infected fluids always proved itself to be efficient to spread a virus.”
Colin furiously hit the security window of the door. It didn’t even tremble. Tegan didn’t even blink. The man had grown a pair and Colin was paying for everything he had made him go through. He had underestimated him and now he was a prisoner of a man who could kill him in a snap of his fingers. The monster was never the one we thought.
“You know what you have to do if you want to survive this.”
“I don’t know where she is!”
“Liar!”
“I swear I don’t know! Haven’t had any news in years. You can check on my computer! There’s everything about her researches in a folder!”
“Access codes?”
“The Master, 17453219.”
Tegan noted it all and put the little notepad and pen back in his pocket. He took a few steps away and suddenly turned around.
“By the way, it isn’t infected blood. Just some food colouring. Goodnight.”
The muffled roar of rage he heard after this admission was enough to bring a smile on his bruised face. He wasn’t proud to have done this. It really wasn’t like him to do such a thing. If it hadn’t been Colin, he would have felt worse. But in time of war, you needed to be cleverer than the enemy and Colin obviously was the enemy in this situation.
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Myrtle Appleton was no woman to die so easily. She was still outside despite the chaos she had created. Colin had let her down in her researches for her missing patient. When he had seen the mess she had created, he had told her that he would cover her in the precious lab he was working on and find a cure but he had never managed to do such a thing. If she herself hadn’t been able to find a cure, why would he? Anyway, this cure was hers to find. It was her researches, her problem. Even if the whole world was currently working on the Xeroderma, she wouldn’t let them get all the glory. Especially not this Doctor Colin was complaining about. What was his name already? His worst rival but also his boss… she couldn’t remember. Her cerebral activity had slowed down a little bit. That’s was her fault.
Now that the world was such a mess, she could pursue her researches and not be worried about the consequences of the way she was working. She could pick a subject out there and run her tests. After all, that’s what they were all doing in their precious labs. She hadn’t seen many of them outside though but she had heard rumours about vans and soldiers wandering in the streets. She was staying hidden. She didn’t want them to find her. If they knew, if Colin had spoken… No, he wouldn’t betray her like that. Even if their intelligence made them real enemies, a certain honour code was present in their genes. As well as madness. It was a trait their mother had given to them. A mother who died after giving birth to Colin. They were raised by their father, a poor guy totally overwhelmed by the evil genius of his kids. They were teenagers when he ran away and left them to handle things on their own. Their passion for unconventional experiences was already there.
Sciences weren’t the only fields where they had become experts. They were redoubtable separately but together they could be the worst criminals this country ever saw. They had never been caught thankfully. It was just small things. At least, for her, it was. Colin had done terrible things with her help and now she was feeling guilty for this. Maybe that was why she had done what she did. She was alone to survive out there and it wasn’t easy. Especially when you were dragging an emotional burden like hers. Watching all those zombies wandering around the town and dying one after another was reminding her of the death of her daughter twenty years ago. This death had made her who she was but it was also what made her regret all she did. Now it was time for redemption, time to pay for all of these shits she had done.
She had infected herself with the original strain of this virus she had created. All she wanted at that moment was to disappear, to die, to meet with her daughter again. However, the virus had refused to work on her. She was clearly infected. Her blood was carrying the Xeroderma molecules and the cells of the foreign body were multiplying themselves in her. For some reasons though, she wasn’t developing any symptom. With the time passing by, she had noticed that one of her eyes had gone black and that her cerebral activity was slowing down. She was affected, just not in the way she had thought. It made her a living specimen willing to be a part of the researches as an object of study. Once again, it was an act of redemption. She had created this mess, she could be a part of the solution. She would assume all the consequences that would follow.
She had looked for the still opened laboratories all around the country and she hadn’t been surprised to find out that the CRCD was the only one still in activity. The biggest lab of the country obviously had been the one chosen for the hard work of finding a cure. No wonder why Colin wanted to stay hidden here. He wanted all the glory for him and staying in this place was a first step. She hadn’t contacted him in months. He would be surprised to have her showing up to the CRCD. He would say that she was mad for sacrificing herself like this too but she wasn’t like him. She had a consciousness and it was bothering her more and more with the days passing by. He probably would never feel the weight of remorse and regrets but she did. In the end, she was the most human of them both. She always had been somehow.
The dark silhouette of the huge laboratory showed up in the light of the sunset. It looked like a gigantic prison with all these walls and railings and doors with small hubs. There used to be guards in those hubs but the current times had forced them to run to a hiding place like everyone. The CRCD wasn’t vulnerable though. All the doors were firmly closed and if you weren’t a part of the lab, you couldn’t get the authorisation of getting in. She still didn’t know how she would get in but she would find a way. She walked through the deserted parking where the carcasses of hundreds of abandoned cars were waiting for owners that probably would never drive them ever again. She reached a post of control and used the intercom she found there to try to contact someone from the inside. She was quite anxious, but it wasn’t gonna stop her from doing the right thing for once.
She got no answer from anyone even after long minutes of waiting. She tried again to be given the same results. She should have expected it though. They would all be on alert and their intercom had a camera. If they saw her black eye, they would think she was a sick person who found her way here. They certainly wouldn’t open to someone like her unless she gave them a reason to. They would come and see who she was and ask what she was doing here. The door was opened. A large enough opening to let a group of five armed guards aiming their guns at her appear. She raised her hands and sighed dramatically.
“Shoot me in the heart if you really want me dead.”
“Name and reason to be here.”
“Oh, wow. They don’t teach you politeness in here.”
She pointed her thumb on the CRCD. She was joking around to hide the fact that she was tensed. She wasn’t afraid of death. She was actually waiting for it. She would prefer avoiding such a violent death though. She wanted a clean one. She couldn’t be a hero but she could do a good thing before dying.
“Name and reason to be here.”
“Doctor Myrtle Appleton, Xeroderma Pigmentosum specialist. I wanna see your boss.”
“Why?”
“I doubt he or she is telling you everything about the current situation but I guess that if you tell him or her that I can be an excellent asset for their researches, he or she will be highly interested.”
“You are infected.”
“I know. I did it to myself.”
“Go away. We’re not accepting the nightwalkers around here.”
“I’m not an ordinary… Is that how you’re calling the sick people? Nightwalkers?”
“Ma’am, we’re gonna have to shoot you if you don’t leave now.”
“Tell your boss I’m Myrtle Appleton and that I’m the person who started this whole mess. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be interested. Or she. Whatever gender they are.”
The guards looked at each other briefly. They were taking her seriously. Perfect. She had managed to draw their attention on her. One of them stepped away to contact the lab and ask what they should do in the current situation. Her future and the future of the whole world were between the hands of this man in black.
x
Maxence had come out of his worrying condition but Zachary still wasn’t reassured. He was keeping his eyes on Maxence’s brain activity as recorded by the sensors in his blood. They were better than a couple hours ago but they weren’t good enough for his liking. He didn’t know much about neurology but he knew that what he was seeing wasn’t good. He was entering the data in their working space. Except for Liv who had come earlier because he was struggling to breathe, no one had seen it all yet. His condition was getting worse and worse. He already had a heart attack – provoked by a mistake but still – and his breathing wasn’t the best. Liv had added her own observations and they weren’t to reassure anyone. He was aware of the risks for him if he kept fighting but he was ignoring them. He was working on the cure as if nothing was happening to him.
Right now, he was busy taking a test he had himself created from stuff Rose had told him. Pictures of people from his surroundings were scattered on the interactive wall and he was adding names to the faces he could see. A cerebral test he was forcing himself to do so he wouldn’t lose his skills. The disease was already reducing him to nothing and he hated it. He was refusing his condition and living as normally as he could. He was even forcing himself to eat when he wasn’t hungry at all. Beside his bed, there was a bowl full of Shreddies with a mix of fruits. Easy thing to nibble whenever he felt like it. He grabbed the bowl and did another test for his brain. He liked the fruity and fresh taste on his tongue.
In the other cage, Liv was doing the last tests on Allegro. The first two tests she had made were negative. It meant that Allegro’s blood was sane again, that the little cells of the virus hadn’t survived. His body had been fighting the noctiagus and had rejected it. His blood was gonna be precious for the researches if the third test was negative. So the captain of the guards was rather anxious at this moment.
“How can you be so fast in bringing me the results of my tests when it takes two days for a quarantine?”
“A quarantine implies that several persons are under the tent. It takes more time to exclude each risk.”
“It also gives more time to the virus to infect everyone.”
“We’re always thinking that you’re all infected when you come back from town. We shouldn’t probably. We’ve been lucky so far.”
“We shouldn’t push that luck too far.”
“I don’t think we need to worry about this. You and Kyle might be the key we needed for that cure.”
“Then, being locked here would have been useful.”
“It saved you already. So it’s been quite useful yeah.”
“I don’t consider myself as saved.”
He pointed to the large bruise on his head that was a constant reminder that he had reacted to the virus at some point. It was frightening to think about it and this was why he was always pushing the thought away when it was coming back to him. He was holding on to the hope that he might be out of here soon. That was more than enough at the moment. He would have to find another motivation to go back to work when he would be allowed to.
“Quite a day.”
“Awful day for everyone.”
The face Olivia was making was telling more to him than any word. His name hasn’t been mentioned but they both were thinking about the same man: Maxence Spitz who was locked in the cage just next to his. The black wall and the fact that the cages were soundproofed were keeping Allegro from knowing more than what he was told.
“He was better last time I’ve seen Rose.”
“His mind is fighting still. But his body is giving up on him.”
“How long do you think he’s gonna hold on?”
“Not much, I’m afraid.”
Liv didn’t know how right she was. Maxence was trying to identify the person on the picture that was on the wall but the answer was lost in the mess of his mind. The answer was right there but he couldn’t access it and it was frustrating him. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The headache was there already, he couldn’t avoid it anymore. He pressed a random answer on the screen but the computer refused to accept it although he was insisting on the ‘done’ button. What he thought was the ‘done’ button. It wasn’t very clear. His glasses were giving him a better sight but the noctiagus was destroying it. A sudden peak of pain hit his head and the bowl he was holding crashed to the ground. He pressed his hands on his head. The pain was unbearable. He stepped toward the bed and could only tangle his feet. His body wasn’t obeying him anymore. Neither did his mind. And the cold hard ground was the last thing he saw before the darkness won over him…
To be continued...
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The thought of Maxence dying forced Jack to stop speaking for a moment. He didn’t turn off the recording. He just needed a moment to breathe deeply and pull himself back together. He looked down, moved away, took deep breaths. Maxence being infected was a hard blow on him but there still was that hope to save him. Maxence fighting the virus had been a good thing at first but now… he was dying and Jack couldn’t handle that. He was putting his brace face on when he had to face everyone but deep down… deep down, he wished for this nightmare to be over. With all the geniuses gathered in this place, how could this cure still be unreachable?
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Thantophobia
Title: Thantophobia
Pairing:TogaFuka
Series: Dangan Ronpa (Main AU)
Characters: Toko Fukawa, Byakuya Togami, and a few others
Wordcount: 4,505
Warning:This is based on an AU, This is a TogaFuka fic, Pregnancy and child death warning (I mean, you don’t see the death, but-) This gets really depressing.
Author’s note: I started this September 14th 2016, it took me this long to finish. This is currently my longest fic.
Summary: I single-handedly ruin Fukawa’s life.
(Thantophobia: (n.) The fear of losing someone you love…)
(If there are any grammatical errors, I apologize)
April 30th-
“What?!” “I told you!” Fukawa yells, tears forming in her eyes. She knew that this subject was hard for the individual in front of her to grasp. She looks him dead in the eyes and howls out, “I’m pregnant, okay?!” The repeated sentence caused the man step back. He couldn’t process what she had said, at least, he couldn’t react to such news properly. His throat constricted on him, she could tell. “I’m sorry, Future Foundation building, not even for a day. It was safer to say it here. “I’m s-sorry..” She whimpered again, her arms drawn close to her chest, in her defensive self-hug, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her. Togami finally came back to his senses, “How long has it been?” The recipient tightened her grip on her arms. “A-almost f-five months..” “How long have you known?” the grip tightened again. “About two and a-a half.”
For a pretty much the rest of the day, neither of them could speak, at least not to each other. Fukawa was afraid that he would hate her, he was afraid for her safety.
The two decided to meet up that night for a conversation in the main living area, namely, about their future. The time came, and Fukawa didn’t show up. Odd. Oh well, Togami would just have to find her himself. How hard could that be?
Quite hard, apparently.
He had eventually found her in her room, under the blankets, crying. He paced up to her, placing a hand on her trembling form. “Why are you crying?” She didn’t answer. “Is something actually bothering you, or is it something else? I can’t know unless you tell me. Please Fukawa.” The crying softened a bit, allowing words to emerge. “I-I know this isn’t what you-u w-wanted… I’m sorry..” His eyebrow rose a bit, “Why should you be sorry? I agreed to the conditions that can lead to a child, it would be considered foolish that I didn’t expect this to be an outcome.” The crying stopped. Fukawa slipped the blankets off her head, her eyes shone with tears, a scowl on her face. “I thought y-you hated the t-thought of having children!” Well, that was fast. Togami was taken aback by the sudden hostility. Was this mood swings, or her usual distrusting attitude? Who cares? He just had to calm her down.
“I, I guess I just wasn’t used to the idea. I-I mean, I guess, considering I don’t have to carry them, it won’t freak me out as much.” She responded with a glare. “That’s so encouraging.” Ok, it wasn’t mood swings. “Hey! I just said I’m ok with this!” he snapped, causing her to jolt up a bit. Her face changed to confused. “You’re, ok with the whole, you know, ‘me mothering your kid’ thing?” Togami let out a deep sigh. “I suppose so. Besides, I’ve had all day now to kind of accept our fate.” He sat down on the bed. “How about this; Just to make things easier for you, how about I stay here, in your room?” Fukawa moved most of the blankets off of her, her face still looked confused, but her eyes looked hopeful. “Y-you mean, for the night, or..” “If you want, I was thinking about moving in here with you.” Her face lit up. “Really?!” her voice squeaked with excitement. “Only if you want me to.” There was a pause. “W-why should it be on m-me?” “Well, you’re the mother, and it’s your mental health that’s at stake, so I figured you should call the shots here.” Fukawa loosened her shoulders, she appeared to be calm, even if she did tremble a bit. “A-alright, you can live here with me. H-however, if you get sick of me y-you can leave whenever you want.” Sounded like a fair deal.
“Alright.” Togami grinned as he held a hand out to her, she took it in a mediocre handshake. He looked down quickly, catching a glimpse of her rounded form, somehow he didn’t notice it before. Their child was in there. He let out another sigh. This was going to be an interesting experience.
June 17th-
Fukawa was sitting at the desk in her living quarters, a few half-blank pages were stacked evenly off to the side. She sat there, stressed out. Her fingers digging into her long, dark, frizzy hair. She had spent the last hour trying to get herself back into writing, but to no success. Suddenly she perked up, someone was coming down the hallway with food, she could smell it. As if her nose wasn’t good enough as it was, her pregnancy increased her sense of smell a bit too much. The mystery person passed by her door, and continued walking. Dammit.
A few moments later, there was a knock at her door. It wasn’t the person with the food, but at least this person could help her with ideas. “Come in!” The door opened, and in stepped Togami, closing it behind him. “Get anything yet?” Fukawa slumped her shoulders with her response, “No. Things just aren’t coming to me like they used to.” Togami walked over to her, a content grin on his face. “Maybe it’s because you’re so busy with other things, you can’t focus much on this.” She looked up at him, “What do you mean, busy?” He shrugged, “I mean, there’s The Tragedy, the fact that Munakata won’t make you an official member of Future Foundation, the fact that your body’s literally creating another human right now. There’s a few examples for you, I’m afraid.” She scowled, her jagged teeth exposed behind her lip. “Fine, I guess I am busy. It’s just… I can’t go on missions with anyone, I’m not even allowed to leave the building.” She lowered her eyes to her desk. “I just want to find a way to pass the time.”
Togami raised a hand to his chin, leaving it the for a bit, then placing it on his partner’s shoulder. “Maybe you need to have some time to relax while you think of ideas.” She put her hand on his, “I suppose. But, I-I’m not very good at relaxing anymore, I’m afraid.” She stood up “Do you have any ideas?”
“Could you stop that?” Fukawa started laughing. It was late at night, about eleven-thirty to midnight. Togami accidently got himself a little drunk when Juzo Sakakura offered him a few too many shots. Now he was nuzzling her like he was a cat, before resting his head on her stomach, alternating between talking to Fukawa, and her stomach. And his words sounded like he just woke up, and well, like he was drunk. “Hey, sweetie. Any idea what you’re gonna call this kid?” She figured he wouldn’t remember anything that would happen tonight, but answered anyway. “Well, I managed to think of two; Miyuki and Kenji.” “Those sound wonderful! I bet they’ll like those na-” The baby moved, getting their father in the cheek. The drunken Togami wasn’t pleased with that. “Hey, you watch your attitude you little bastard. I am your Byakuya Togami, and also your father, and you will treat me with respe-” They moved again. “That’s it, your grounded.” “B-Byakuya” The mother could barely speak through her laughter. “Byakuya, they won’t even be born for another four months or so.” Togami shifted his head to look at her. “Well that’s tough luck, luck for them, because I’m grounding them.” He raised a hand in the air, “As my fist act as a dad, I ground my kid for hitting me, twice.” He lowered his arm. Fukawa giggled as she placed a hand on his head, stroking his hair. “Maybe we should wait a while before grounding them?” The drunk man pouted in response. “Fine.” He poked her stomach in a somewhat disgruntled fashion. “You hear that? You’re getting off easy. Not next time. Next time I’ll really ground you.”
For the rest of the night, things were somewhat joyful between these two, despite one being drunk, the two hoped things could stay that way.
July 25th-
Fukawa lay in bed with a nagging thought. She wanted to go for a walk. It didn’t help that it was late, and the Future Foundation forbid anyone from leaving, for their own safety. But she wanted to go out. Well, Togami was asleep, he couldn’t stop her. She lifted herself up, managing to somehow get herself out of bed without any help. Step one was complete. Now she had to get out. Their room was on ground level, she just had to sneak out the window. She put on her shoes on, with some difficulty. Of course. And proceeded toward one of the windows, making sure that she wouldn’t wake her partner up. Thank god Togami’s usually a heavy sleeper. Using a good deal of her strength, she managed to get the window open, letting a cool breeze into the room. Fukawa looked back. He was still asleep. With that confirmation, she slipped outside.
It was an abnormally clear night, stars were faintly visible past thin, reddish clouds, a nice, cool breeze, perfect for a walk. Munakata was going to be so mad if he found out that one of the ‘weakest inhabitants there’ snuck out for a couple hours. Roughly twenty minutes passed, when a faint sound was heard in the distance. And of course she went toward it.
There was a group of people having a stand-off. All of them with firearms. And one just happened to notice a strange woman in a nightgown roughly fifteen feet away. Her throat prickled. First it was one, then they all noticed. The needles in her throat made it hard to breathe. One fired. Missed, thank god. But it was enough for her adrenaline to kick in. She ran, some pursued. Oh god did she run. Even with part of her body weighing her down, she did not stop. One man fired, nearly hit her shoulder, her foot caught on a piece of scrap metal, she lurched forward. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, as she hit the ground.
She lay on her side. Refusing to move. The pursuers stopped running, they assumed that they had killed her, and eventually left. Upon hearing the vanishing of footsteps, Fukawa tightened the grip on herself, relieved. “Ich hab ‘dich.” She whispered to herself continuously, a faint stirring inside her caught her attention. A sigh of relief exits her lungs. “I’ve got you.”
September 2nd-
“What?” “I told you.” Fukawa looked up at her partner as he repeated himself. “Genna and I are assigned to head to Towa City tomorrow, to retrieve the missing persons held captive over there, as well as the last two member of Despair.” Togami watched the once-slender young lady’s expression change from confused, to determined. “I’m going with you.” Why did this surprise him? “You can’t. You’re not allowed.” He watched saw the frustration form on her face, “Why not?” “Have you forgotten?” sarcasm dripped from his words as he tapped a finger on her side “It’s near impossible to miss at this point.” Fukawa scoffed at his remarks, “Like that’s going to stop me from going.” “Not unless you sneak into the helicopter with us.”
*The following day~*
Well, stowing away in the helicopter was a lot easier in Fukawa’s head. It’s not like there was something limiting her from bending forward, oh wait, there was. At least no one knew she was there. Of course, getting out of her position was harder than getting in. She didn’t have to worry about someone hearing her while she was sneaking in. Well, everyone else had exited the helicopter, she might as well follow. She wrapped her shawl tighter around herself as she exited. Genna noticed her first, of course. “Toko?! What are you doing here?!” “Same reason as you.” Was the reply. With that at least half of the employees present attempted to keep Fukawa from progressing. Somehow, none of them were successful. “I’m going with you. Whether you like it, or not.” Roughly an hour of debating passed, before the employees reluctantly let Fukawa go with them. Into the city. Right into a riot.
September 24th-
She was lying on a hospital bed, breathing heavily, an acidic feeling in her torso. A strange relief flowed through her chest, whatever hell just happened was over, but her form was still sore from it all. Oh well. She forced herself to sit up, her arms shaking in the process. A doctor walked over to her, a concerned look on their face. “W-well, how?.. Where are they?” Fukawa’s voice shook as she asked, hoping for the best. The doctor’s gaze shifted, “Well, we feel that it’s best if you didn’t see.” “What?” urgency lined the young woman’s voice, “Is there something wrong with them?!” “Not how you would expect it to be” the doctor’s voice was also lined with such urgency. Fukawa started to shift her position “Let me see.” “Miss, I believe it’s in our best interest-“ “Let me see!” with that, she forced herself out of the bed, staggering over to the doctor, no sign of giving up until she got her answer.”TELL ME! Tell me why I can’t see my own-“ “Miss, your son is dead!” That was it. Those words broke into Fukawa’s heart more than anything Junko could have ever said. “What?...” The doctor shook their head in response, “He seems to have suffered from a head injury in development.” The news turned the young mother’s eyes dark, tears beginning to form. She sank to the floor. Everything went numb. That was it. Her son was dead. “Get my sister, she’s in the waiting area…” her voice was dull, and broken. The doctor nodded and left. For a few moments, Fukawa was left alone with her thoughts. ‘He’s gone. What was the injury? Oh yes, a head injury. When? Right, it was in deveopme-‘ It clicked. Head injury in development. When she fell in July. ‘July would be seven months. That’s when his movement stopped. I thought lack of movement was normal? It is, that’s why you didn’t notice.’ The world around her stopped as it all tore at her throat. Her son was dead. And it was her fault.
December 3rd-
“Hey Fukawa.” A tired girl, around the age of nine poked the cheek of an older lady, who was asleep in the girl’s room, she succeeded in waking the exe novelist. “Mhm…What is it Monaka?” The little girl gently placed one hand on the young woman’s stomach, looking into her eyes. “What are you going to tell Byakuya, about him?” The grey-eyed woman lowered her eyes. She has to tell him, as much as she doesn’t want to. “I, I’ll tell him everything I know. That’s all I can do.” Monaka rolled onto her back, both arms in the air. “Say I was Byakuya, what would you say?” the woman pondered for a moment, “Well, I’d probably start with me telling him that I missed him.” “Yeah. After a big hug, maybe. And some ‘how have you been?’ exchanges. Then what would you do?” Another moment passed. “Well, I’d only tell him if he asked.” “Alright, then say he asked where the baby is, what would you say?” The child’s question was followed by a long pause. “I’d say; There was an incident at the hospital, and that Kenji didn’t…” She stopped. “Okay… Let’s not rehearse that question.” Monaka stated. “You can save that for when this despair fest ends, and we let him free.” Fukawa could only smile at this child’s surprising amount of optimism about the situation. “All right, I’ll tell him then.”
December 12th-
Fukawa and Togami reunited with could be called ‘and awkward hug’. They kind of stood there for a minute, before Togami gave an ‘ok’ for physical affection. Eventually, they were embracing each other, catching up on what the other one missed. All was going well, until Togami gently touched his partner’s stomach and asked, “How’s the…”
At that moment, something broke inside of her, all of the emotions she kept bottled inside for the last three months couldn’t be contained anymore. She began to cry. Togami held her, shocked, and confused. “What’s wrong? What happened? Toko!” She couldn’t reply very well, anything she tried to say, came out almost inaudible, and untranslatable. Until two words were identified, “Kenji….Gone….” The man’s eyes widened, “Kenji?” Urgency lined that word as he frantically asked again. “What happened to him?! What do you mean he’s gone?! I need to know!” The shuddering, dark-haired figure tried her words again, but slower, “S-something h-h-happened at the hospital, the d-doctor said h-he had a skull injury, h-he wasn’t fully devel,oped. I-I-I was the o-o-ne who gave h-him..” She suppressed her tears just long enough to shorten her story, “Kenji’s gone. I killed him by accident.” She felt Togami tighten his grip on her, his head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry…” she whimpered as she began to hear his breath quicken, and then a strange sound emanated from.. was he crying? She quickly pulled him closer. He was crying. “I-it’s alright! H-he didn’t feel anything! He’s okay! He’s safe! Don’t worry, Byakuya!” “It’s not alright! He was my son, too…” They stayed like this for a while, until Togami broke the silence. “Did you get to see him? Hold him?” “Yes.” “What did he look like?” She could only answer truthfully.
“He looked like you.”
September 21st-
Byakuya Togami was back in Towa City.
It was almost depressing seeing this place again. Oh well, it’s not like he was going to end up prisoner again. He was just sent on a simple in-and-out mission. Along with Asahina, Naegi, Munakata, and Chisa. Great.
The five passed through the ruined city with little error, with only a few small group mobs of adults left. The sun shone on broken glass, whether it was it was still attached to the ragged buildings, or scattered on the ground, sometimes stained with the pink of blood, both fresh and dried. “How did you survive this place?” Chisa piped up. “Togami-kun said he was imprisoned. So he probably was kept somewhere safer than the streets.” Came the reply from Asahina. The former scion didn’t answer. Asahina was right, but he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now. They had somewhere to go.
Some time passed, until Naegi stopped, quickly pointing to a figure a distance away, catching the attention of the other four. The figure was a teenager. Shoulder-length dark brown hair, tanned skin, wearing a blue sweater with a pair of shorts. Suddenly the figure bolted away, with Asahina quickly in pursuit, leaving the others deciding to chase after the two.
A few moments passed as the group reached a slightly run-down building, with a group of children and adults interacting out front. Quickly they noticed Asahina with the figure in a headlock, playfully rustling their hair. They would later learn that the figure is her little brother Yuta, on lookout for the Future Foundation to arrive and retrieve them.
A ruckus started, full of friendly greetings, and playful forms of affection. Togami decided to hang back, away from the crowd. That wasn’t his style. “Togami?” came a semi-familiar voice. There, sitting apart from the crowd was Monaka, looking at him with those wide, surprisingly hopeful-looking eyes as she wheeled her way over to him. “It’s been a while, Monaka.” “Yeah, Fukawa really missed you.” “Has she?” the girl lowered her gaze from his face to her shoes. “She’s lost her motivation to do almost everything again.” She then looked back up. “I bet seeing you again will cheer her up!” An amused grin crossed the man’s face. “Really?” The child quickly nodded, and began to point at the building. “She’s probably still asleep on the couch.”
There she was, fast asleep on a couch in the building’s living quarters, her back facing him. Her long, long, dark hair had spilled off of the couch onto the floor. He paced over to her, placing a slender hand on her thin, almost boney shoulder, giving it a quick shake.
“Mmmph…” came a disgruntled huff from the sleeping woman. Togami shook her again, but a little stronger. “Gott verdammt. I swear Monaka, let me slee-!” She was now looking at the figure standing over her, someone she thought she’d never see again. “M-meine Geliebte..” Togami raised an eyebrow with a smirk, “Meine what?” Fukawa sat up, her shoulders raised in an almost defensive position. “G-Geliebte. You know… Amour, gaol, mohabbat, dragoste,-“ “Love?” his smirk was gone. She looked at him worried that she said something wrong. “Y-yes.” The man held his hand out, a bit of his smile came back. “You know you could have just left it in French, I’m not that good at understanding basically every other language you just said.” “The others were French, Gaelic, Hindi, and Romanian.” She took his hand, stood up, and quickly leapt at him, her arms around his neck. “I-i-it’s good t-to see you again, S-Schönheit.“ Togami didn’t really do a good job a reapproching the hug, but he hoped a gentle pat on the head could do it justice. „It’s good to see you again, too.“
„Let’s go home.“
September 24th-
Today would have been Kenji’s first birthday.
#Thantophobia#togafuka#byakuya togami#toko fukawa#fanfiction#pregnancy tw#child death tw#Cloud's Crap Literature#KoD's trash
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CHAPTER 03 ㅡ 𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐, 𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘐 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒?
lowercase intended.
(Y/N) YAMAMOTO WAS LAZY TO GO TO KATSUKI’S HOUSE. she was tired, and all she wanted to do was taking a nap and ignored those homework that her teachers have given to her. it’s not like (y/n) will finish it on time, she procrastinates a lot; writing was her first priority and nothing can change that. taking her bag and her phone, (y/n) walked to the kitchen lazily, stuffing her mouth with cookies as the girl was starving, she wanted to order pizza but (y/n) sensed that she was already late; (y/n) tend to take things really slow and she didn’t realize that she was dragging the time around an hour. (y/n) yamamoto knew where katsuki lives as both of them were staying in the same residential area, (y/n) sometimes saw him jogging around her house; mostly evenings.
she let out another sigh before she closed the door behind her, walking towards his house.
(y/n) yamamoto’s phone kept vibrating inside her pocket, curious enough; she took out her phone and saw hundreds of notifications coming from wattpad. she immediately clicked inside and read the comments, a few people were making some requests for her to write out the scenarios. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile, people that giving her support and praise words definitely had given her some confidence, she never thought that her book will be that successful; which it reached 30k in just a few months time. she felt a sense of achievement, (y/n) didn’t have any accomplishments in her entire life; talked about academics and sports were just a total disaster for her.
(y/n) was now standing in front of katsuki’s house, she felt nervous and excited at the same time; she was curious about his parents after all. katsuki never talked about them in class, and he never brings them to school during parent’s day. (y/n) rarely interacted with him, he was one of the grumpiest boys in the class, shouting and cursing words to other people whenever and wherever. but (y/n), deep down inside her heart; found katsuki secretly attractive. how come she said so? katsuki has that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks, smooth flawless skin, prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose; his soft lips were attractive and captivating. (y/n) could feel the heat on her body, she smacked her head and forced herself to shake off these thoughts, she was doing an assignment with him but not something else, geez.
she rang the doorbell twice, suddenly become anxious about the fact that she was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants only; it looks like she was going on a pyjamas party with her hair tied in a messy bun. (y/n) could hear noises in the house, and revealed a katsuki who was munching the food with his school uniform on, she frowned when she saw several rice grains around his mouth.
“so you’re gonna fucking come in or what?” his voice was definitely calmer, and (y/n) was surprised.
“wow, you are not yelling at me,” she smirked while her free hand wiping off the remaining rice grains, her fingers brushing off his lips as katsuki stood there dumbfounded. (y/n) yamamoto immediately regretted her actions, she didn’t know why she was acting strangely in front of him; because now the explosive teen was grabbing her wrist and looked at her angrily. both of the teenagers were blushing and especially katsuki, didn’t exactly know that this would happen, (y/n) gulped loudly and tried to push him away but it was no use; he gripped her wrist even tighter.
“what the fuck was that for?!”
“w-well, my-my hands just- i mean i really don’t know!” (y/n) looked away nervously, but she couldn’t hide the red glow that came over her face. katsuki sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he quickly shoved her aside and walked to the kitchen; (y/n) could smell the spicy aroma lingering around the living room. she sat on the sofa, squirming slightly to silence the rumbling; (y/n) wished katsuki could have offered her food. her stomach was growling and she was embarrassed to ask him, (y/n) yamamoto was still thinking about the incident just now, she was terrified by her actions; she can’t wait to talk about this to her friends tomorrow.
“fuck...why on earth did i come here anyways?” she walked to the kitchen and saw him still eating his food while looking at his phone. (y/n) could clearly saw him reading something, just when she wanted to take a closer look, katsuki casually turned around and saw the girl standing behind him; plastering a sly grin across her face.
“bakugou! do you have any leftovers? can i eat?” she asked him politely.
“i just finished my food, dumbass.” he put his plate in the sink and walked back to the living room, leaving (y/n) groaned in dissatisfaction, ignoring the rumbling inside her stomach; the girl sighed and leaned against the white wall. katsuki was alone, and he cooked these all by himself?! (y/n) realized that she didn’t see his parents at home, she clapped her hands nervously and sat next to him; katsuki rolled his eyes and continued browsing his social media through his phone. (y/n) tapped his shoulder timidly and the blonde nodded in response, “bakugou, assignment?”
“you search for the information, i write it down.” speaking in his usual arrogant manner, (y/n) took a deep breath; trying not to whack him on the head with a baseball bat.
“by the way, where are your parents?” she smiled while standing up, wandering around the house as she saw a polaroid picture frame placing beside the television, (y/n) laughed when she saw katsuki holding hands with his parents; probably at his young age. the photo was adorable, and katsuki was smiling in the picture which makes (y/n) uwu real hard; katsuki was soft and cute when he was young. the explosive teen gritted his teeth, yanking her back as he took the rectangular object from her hands and went upstairs, the girl was obviously confused, he suddenly turned his head back and said;
“they’re dead, stop talking about them.” his face scrunched in annoyance, before (y/n) could say anything; a loud bang could be heard after katsuki slamming his door shut. (y/n) scratched her head and quickly switching on the laptop, she assumed that he was taking a shower now; and (y/n) felt guilty.
“oh my fucking god, why am i like this today?! give me a break.” never in her wildest dreams, (y/n) thought that his parents were still alive; but was always busy since she didn’t get the chance to see them. (y/n) yamamoto wanted to apologize, and she was afraid; (y/n) swore that katsuki’s eyes were a little bit red and teary just now.
(y/n) never saw katsuki...that fragile before.
she sighed while simply clicking on her browser, going on her google drive. she wrote all of her chapters inside the google docs, which there were 80 pages long; including ideas. (y/n) would look through the request page on her book and find some decent ideas for her to write inside the document, she only picked a few, she couldn’t finish everything if she forced herself to fulfil every requester’s desire; she was a student and homework comes first-
“assignment my ass,” the girl clicked her tongue and began typing out the ideas inside the document, she bites her lip before she read the comments; the ideas were...really kinky. and (y/n) instantly feel the desire throbbing painfully inside her cunt, she now has the urge to go back to her house and wrote the scenarios to let her sexual fantasies run wild; but there’s no turning back now. “fuck...i feel like mastur-”
“what the fuck are you doing?” a familiar voice startled her as she quickly slammed her laptop shut and grinned at katsuki nervously. “nothing?” and she quickly put her phone inside the bag, taking out the assignment brief; putting it on the table. katsuki was now wearing his usual baggy pants and black shirt, tossing his towel on the sofa and sat next to her. (y/n) chuckled nervously, earning a glare from katsuki.
“ah...sorry-”
“it’s okay.”
oh fuck, why isn’t he mad at me?!
“so, how did your parents-”
“car accident.”
“and you stay-”
“with my cousins, shut the fuck up and quickly finish our assignment, dumbass!”
° . ☆
6:00 PM
both of them discussed about the question as they came out a solid conclusion which their statement was debatable, and katsuki was glad that (y/n) was not dumb as she gave him a lot of relevant information about their assignment; which the blonde was satisfied with it. they almost done most of their parts, and (y/n) stood up and went to the toilet; leaving katsuki dealing with citations and references that need to be put as evidence in the assignment. “fucking damn it, what is this already?” katsuki took the laptop beside him and clicked on the browser, he was surprised that (y/n) has a lot of google tabs. he raised an eyebrow, eyeing the screen curiously. katsuki didn’t want to bother too much about it but he was a little bit suspicious; he simply clicked on a tab which it brought him to her google docs.
“...i shouldn’t be doing this.” but then he was shocked when he saw the title of the document, “nsfw ideas & works” he scrolled down the rest of the page, his mouth slightly agape; katsuki roughly read one of her works and he realized that he was in trouble.
“f-fuck...what the actual fuck was that...it’s-” his palms became sweaty all of a sudden as katsuki remembered the chapters that he read for the past few months, clues and pieces sticking together and no doubt that (y/n) was the author of his favourite book. “o-oi?!” (y/n) took her laptop away and stared at him in disbelief, she was panicking now, she didn’t know how to deal with this situation; the girl was surely angry and frustrated about the fact that katsuki was reading her stuff. “don’t you know what is privacy?!” she spoke quietly, wanting to kill him right here; right now.
“you wrote all these? for fucking real?” katsuki stood up and slowly walked towards the girl, as (y/n) trembled and her body backed against the wall; her face was pale and cold sweats running through the rest of her body. “oi-oi! you don’t tell anybody else? deal?!” katsuki smirked and nodded, one of his hands pressing against the wall; his body leaning down her level and looked into her big eyes. “why do i need to keep it a secret?”
“just because!” (y/n) pushed him away, hands still hugging her laptop. “i will do whatever you want, fucker! don’t fucking tell anybody else, i am begging you, damn it!”
“...anything?” katsuki asked her again.
“damn right, anything! asshole! who the fuck gives you the permission to take my laptop?!” she yelled at him and quickly put her laptop inside her bag. the blonde suddenly thought of an idea, he knew this was going to be inappropriate or unfair to (y/n), but he wanted to try something that is… over their boundaries? who knows? and actually katsuki wasn’t that bad...either, it’s his fault of taking her laptop without her consent and he needs to apologize; but his pride get the best of him because he hates saying sorry to people. he sighed, putting his hands into his pocket, looking at (y/n) with his cool expression.
“make breakfast for me everyday,”
“....fine.”
“and one more thing.”
(y/n) forced a smile and cracked her knuckles, why was she playing the victim? katsuki looked through her laptop first, right? she was beyond angry, but then he knew that her assignment partner would reveal her secret anytime and it seriously annoyed her. (y/n) stared at him lazily, she saw him looked away; a blush tinted across his cheeks. “another thing, i-i want you to relieve my sexual desires if i feel the need to masturbate. erm- i mean, i know it’s going too far but- shit! you know what, forget it. make my breakfast everyday, deal.” and (y/n) was flabbergasted, was he asking her to become one of those- friends with benefits relationship? her heart was beating fast, still debating whether she should accept the second deal or not, it was bad; like real bad. both of them were horny, so why not help each other?
and then, (y/n) was struggling to give him an answer. katsuki, who was still blushing; sighed in annoyance as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “was it difficult to make breakfast everyday-”
“i can make you breakfast and help you…”
“...”
“to do that kind of thing…” (y/n) vented out a deep sigh, looking at his face. the blonde's eyes widened as he stuttered, “o-oi, for real?! fuck! you better keep your promise!” katsuki wanted to dig a hole and put his head inside, not wanting to look at (y/n), he felt embarrassed and ashamed at the same time; it totally went wrong but...katsuki kinda like it.
so did (y/n) yamamoto.
“sexual desires, meaning that we can have sex?” (y/n) managed to ask him, and katsuki was flustered, he hesitantly nodded his head as he quickly slammed on the table and yelled at her; “f-fuck! can you don’t ask stupid things? I-i mean it’s fine to only do basic stuff…” he mumbled on the last words, causing (y/n) to laugh at him; and katsuki realized that actually (y/n) yamamoto...was not that bad after all.
“it’s dinner time, i need to go back.” her face was still red, grabbing her bag and waited for katsuki to open the door for her. “you...eat alone?” the girl tilted her head, asking him.
“my cousins won’t be home until 9pm, i will cook myself dinner later.” he sighed while grabbing the keys in the drawer. when katsuki stood beside her, (y/n) grabbed his wrist gently;
“what the fuck-”
“do you want to eat with me?”
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Awww that's so nice! I'm glad you had a good time :) I'm studying biotech. And I studied in Sweden for my exchange. It was such an amazing city and everyone was so nice~~ And it was the first time I experienced so little sunlight XDI feel you though haha. I'm kinda of in this weird limbo where I want a job just so I don't have to keep studying, but I also don't want that kind of responsibility. But good luck with your applications! What are you studying? Oh and I'm from the U.S-- hi, neighbor!
I did see his long teaser! God it’s so aesthetic. I’m kinda busy right now so I haven’t been as involved in his comeback as I was with the group comeback but I would’ve giffed every second of it if I could lol. And every song seems like a jam! Sentimental definitely has a really nice beat. I also like Stay, but I can also see myself adding attraction to my bubbly Infinite playlist.
I also hope it’s a nice promotion! I hope short promotions aren’t a new woollim thing (even tho it’s been that way for a while). I know they probably just rushed Tell Me since they’ve kept us waiting. But Woohyun told fans to prepare to be blessed so maybe all these promotions now will mean something big for the second half of the year? Lol at least I hope. And I got into Infinite from watching running man! My roommate studied abroad in Korea and showed me the show when she came back
It was the Summer Idol Competition one. I thought just the combo of cool L and hamster Gyu was hilarious. And I heard destiny in the background so I looked into it and got hooked on the group. I ended up liking Woohyun a lot because of his voice. And as I got to know him I realized what a marshmellow he is. I used to think he talked too much at first cuz I wanted to learn about Gyu and Myung, but he grew on me haha. Who was your original bias group??
LOL I’m sorry for sending so many in. But I like seeing your long answers. Worry not, I’m also really awkward. Ahhh I feel like I haven’t been to Asia much in general. My family is from Taiwan. So I want to go around everywhere and Singapore is definitely high on my list haha. The food looks amazing
There def were a lot of plot holes and a lot of “but….why” moments but I somehow still really liked it lol. I recently realized I like things comic book/super hero style things? Haha it’s weird, I didn’t expect to like that sort of thing. I’ll add those dramas to my list for when I have a break and need to watch something. I try not to commit to dramas during the school year since I usually end up binging them all night.
Hehe…I feel bad asking more questions after all that, but what are your favorite concepts/songs?
You’re a fellow science student! What’s biotech exactly? And what do you hope to do when you graduate? My mother actually told me to look into biotech, but my Genetics prof made it sound like it was all about DNA coding and such, which I wasn’t interested in.
I studied Health Science in undergrad… Not what I expected as it was all about policy and not really science based. I’m applying to med schools! But my chances are slim… I didn’t do so well in my last year >_
Where in the States are you from? I’m from Ontario… Near Toronto. I guess I’m kinda used to sunlight deprivation, but it’s definitely not as drastic as it would have been in Sweden! Were you in Stockholm? Did you only stay for one semester? And did you have the chance to travel around Europe?
Have you been to Taiwan? Do you have family in the States or are they largely still in Taiwan? Also, I’m wondering, do you have any siblings?
Isn’t being asked where you’re from such a weird question? I moved from Singapore when I was 7, so I hardly know anything about the culture, but I still consider myself Singaporean. Plus, most people generally mean ethnically when they ask that question, and for me that’s India, but I don’t consider myself Indian at all… I tend to give very convoluted answers that try to fit all 3 countries in ^^;
Have you seen the MV/listened to the album yet? I really love Nell, so when I heard Kim Jong Wan was helping to produce the entire album I was super excited (plus it’s cute since Sunggyu’s such a big fan of his). I really liked Attraction and True Love, but I think my favourite off the album is City of Angels.
I totally get what you mean about being too busy to be really involved in the comebacks… But for me it’s more I’m too lazy/tired than busy. I keep thinking I’ll gif/edit, but never do. It’s quite terrible. How long have you been making gifs for?
Was Infinite the first KPop group you listened to? Are they the first you were really a fan of? Destiny was such an epic song and I totally get how it hooked you. It was such a fierce song. I can’t remember Sunggyu and Myungsoo in that episode of Running Man… I remember more the Winter Olympics one (unless I’m remember wrong and we’re talking about the same episode). I love Running Man, but I preferred it more in the beginning episodes because I loved the nametag chase and they rarely do that anymore. If you haven’t already, you should watch the first ~100 episodes (with Song Joong Ki), they’re seriously hilarious.
My first bias group was MBLAQ… It’s so sad they disbanded. Again, I loved them because they were such dorks and their variety shows were hilarious as well. If you want to watch something for laughs, watch MBLAQ Goes To School… It’s too funny. Have you seen all of Infinite’s variety shows? I haven’t seen their last couple, but Sesame Player will always be my favourite. If you’ve seen Sesame Player, what was your favourite part? Mine were the pranks.
If a drama is really good the urge to binge is so strong! That’s why I like watching currently airing dramas, I’m forced to wait ^^ If you like light hearted dramas, I think you’ll like Suspicious Partner. The main couple is adorable like in SWDBS (also, I’m totally biased toward Ji Chang Wook… Hence the icon…).
Your last question… Is that specifically in regards to Infinite? That’s kind of tough… I actually kind of got out of touch with KPop while I was in university, well with music in general, so I actually haven’t heard many of Infinite’s new songs. But I really love Tell Me… Sunggyu’s voice and Dongwoo and the dance and the outfits… Gosh, all of it slayed me. So I guess that’s you’re answer? What about you, what is your favourite concept/song or Infinite’s?
On another note… What genre of English music do you like? I love Alt Rock/Grunge and I tend to stay away from R&B/Hip Hop.
(Also… Don’t feel bad about sending so many messages! I love reading them and as you can see, I’m a rambly person so the more I have to respond to, the less I feel like I’m being irrelevant ^^)
#I had to write out my response twice... I accidently went to my next page in messages and thus my first answer was deleted... My luck#Inspirit Buddy#Oh gosh... Seeing it posted I basically wrote an essay!!#Reply#Anonymous
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“The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one”.
The kind of friend everyone should have!
It has been a month since I lost you, Sap, and not a single day has gone by without your thoughts. Even today I am not sure if it all happened for real or if it is just a bad dream that I am yet to be woken up from.
We meet so many people throughout our life and only few will come close to our heart while many remain strangers or just as accomplices. I want to share some of the memories about you through this…hopefully not sad but cherishing the good times we have had because I continue to believe that you are part of my life still irrespective of where you are. Many might talk or have somewhat similar experiences or stories to tell when they talk about you. But I consider myself close to you for having spent so much time doing all the things we did together.
Those who are close to me already know about you Sap. And those who don’t know much, they can all identify you from most of the pictures I share online. So those who do not know her much, here is a short introduction of who she was.
Where it all began:
I met Sapna 16 years ago at Digital EC office. Though I don’t recall the exact first interaction, one incident has remained fresh in my memory. After a conference call with my manager and some heated conversation, I walked out of the room with tears. I was new in the team and barely knew anyone, Sapna walked to me and extended a friendly comfort without any hesitation…She consoled me and made me feel better within few minutes. She was my senior and I had an assumption that she is very strict, and rude. So I had maintained my distance with her even after that incident. I was scared to be lenient and didn’t want to take her friendship for granted. It took couple of years to understand her and get close to her. As much as she appears strong, brazen, and aggressive once you get to know her, you will realize she is very sensitive, funny, caring, sweet, and a great friend.
We were probably the only Kannada speaking folks in the team and would get warning from the manager for making noise at work. Wherever Sap (as we fondly called her) was, there was always laughter echoing there. She had no inhibitions towards friendships. She treated everyone with utmost love, and care in her own way. Everyone knew her and she was the most favourite person in the office. It was her and Reva, who gave me my nick name Vids and ever since most of my friends know me as Vids.
When we had team outing or parties or celebrations, she would join hands with me in conducting or participating in it by making it more joyous. She was not a singer but would always sing a song so heartily that none can stop cheering for her. Her love for motorbikes was amusing to me…especially she didn’t even know how to ride a bicycle. I had told her many times I can teach her both bicycle and scooty, but she had declined the offer. She had told me, “Vids, imagine without that I roam so much. If I start driving, then god save people.”
Do it all before its time
No one had patience like her…she would change 2 buses, travel long distances just to play shuttle for an hour with friends for months. If you have invited her (or at times even intimated) she would be there for the wedding or any celebration you have.
Through the years, struggles and hardships of life, I and Sapna got much closer and she was like my sister, friend, partner in crime, and at times a kid that I had to manage. Sapna was a live wire, always enthusiastic, adventurous, doing things that no one could dare to.
“If I can sum her up, she was full of life, love and laughter”.
She would bake a cake and celebrate our birthdays at her home, volunteer first always for any social cause, lend a shoulder as a good friend at our difficult times, be a cheerleader and make us all be happy when around her. I have been with her on her many birthdays, however one that I fondly remember is her 40th birthday. We celebrated it in Kerala while we were on a trip with her and my family.
I will be indebted to her generosity on so many occasions. For my milestone birthday, my only desire was to travel to Ladakh. It would not have happened if it wasn’t for her. Knowing I was losing my job and tight on finances, she and Vij offered to pay for the expenses as she didn’t want me to miss knowing it was me who had initiated that trip.
She stood by my side when I was going through the most difficult of my times. She would always call me and ask me to come home when I was fighting with depression. She was like a big sister who cared for my welfare and advice on certain things without making me feel bad. I can quote so many instances that I have shared with her that are special to me. Now looking back at all those makes me realize why I took this long to tell her how much she meant to me. Sap, I am sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier.
When I met with the accident last year, she came running and would frequently visit me home through my recovery days. She was not big on going to temples or believing in the prayers, in fact as far as I knew her, she wouldn’t even light the lamp. But she went to Anantha Padmanabha temple in Mangaluru and prayed for my fast recovery. She came home and told me, “Vids, I went to temple and prayed…Just for YOU”. Probably it was her prayer that I was back on my feet much earlier than expected. She had kept all the pictures of my feet through the recovery process.
Whenever she would get bored or if she had not traveled anywhere for some time, she would call me and tell, we should plan something. I remember clearly, when she was 8 months pregnant with Aditri, she was bored and wanted to come to my home for a night out. I picked her up on my bike from bus stop, she, Reva and I spent the day at my home and next day I dropped her back. I got scolding from both her mom and mine because we were crazy to do that while she was in her last trimester. She owed me one weekend stay and Goa trip. I had booked twice in the last 2 months but she had cancelled on me quoting some reason. We were supposed to go visit another friend in Goa end of May or June.
“Sap, this is not fair. You owe me the holiday you promised!”
I introduced her to marathons, Youth for Seva and treks too. Though I never trekked with her, it was my talks and plans that inspired her to go on them. Despite the fact that she kept herself busy round the clock, she never let it impact her family time or her responsibilities. She was not a typical mother that we all grew up with. She would treat her kids at times like friends and she would become a kid among them. I remember once she sent me a picture of Aditri crying under the sofa as she couldn’t get out. I was laughing and telling Sap that instead of taking the daughter out you are taking a picture. She would dress them up and take lot of pictures. While Srishti is so much like Anand, Aditri is like Sap. I so wish them strength to bear her absence and move on to be great kids. Anand and Sap were match made in heaven, though they were poles apart as individuals, they shared a great chemistry and understood each other. He let her be the person she was meant to be. She once told me that she doesn’t need to visit temple because Anand is her god and everything for her. As long as he is there she doesn’t need to worry about anything. I am sorry Anand, I cannot even imagine what you are going through. I can only pray to god to give you strength to bear her loss and be there for the kids.
Sap was a great host. I used to tease her that your home is like a dharmachathra…there is always someone visiting. I have never heard or seen her make faces or feel angry or frustrated over it. She would invite everyone home and cook for them. While she would cook so much, she wouldn’t normally wait for them to eat together…Since she would eat in small portions, as soon as she would cook, she would eat and then feed the guests. She was always experimenting in the kitchen and would tell me about the dish whenever she tried something new.
To me she was a superwoman, who managed everything – her family, friends, career, interests, and hobbies without any trouble. She was an epitome of enthusiasm and her love for living life to the fullest is always admired by many.
Thank you isn’t enough for the memories
If I have to write about all the things we did together or the memories I have of her, it will run into hundreds of pages. We have been on umpteen trips together, done tons of shopping, roamed entire Jayanagar like thousands of times, seen so many movies together, and had many night outs. The bench in Jayanagar 4th block where we would wait for each other, the max trial room, Shri Sagar chaats, Central Inox, and many more will remind me of her always. Whenever we have travelled together, she has never taken a single picture, she would always ask me to take it and her usual dialogue if the scenery behind is good would be “Vids, ನನಗೆ ಈ ವ್ಯೂ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು, ಆ ವ್ಯೂ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಪಿಕ್ ಬೇಕು”.
She was such an integral part of my life. Her ability to make friends from any age group, make an impact to people she interacts with, extend support to anyone in need and be a giver will not be an easy skill and attitude to learn or adapt to. Even to date, her ability to remember everyone’s birthdays amazes me. Not just wishing that person but she used to remind others in the group to wish too.
The group meets, lunches/dinners would not be same anymore without her. She was the link that connected all the dots. I will never be able to understand all her acronyms. She had a huge list of them which included NAB, NTKB, TMK, and many more. Most of her statements would start with “nim ajji”. No group gathering is fun without her. She was so jovial and positive that she could take any kind of joke on her and still smile. In any group we are, she used to be the common friend. I have known her school, college and other friends who are now my friends too. She was great at making and keeping friendships.
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I have seen very few people who are as welcoming, caring, and giving as she was. She has taken me along to her relatives houses, in-laws place, cousin’s weddings, cousin’s kids birthday parties, etc…you name it and I have been there with her. ಬಸವನ ಹಿಂದೆ ಇರೋ ಬಾಲ ತರಹ ನಾನು ಅವಳ ಹಿಂದೆ.
She is a kid not just by looks, but by heart too. She couldn’t stay idle for one day. Wanted to be active doing something or the other. She feared being confined to a place. In the last few months, I got to see her weakness, struggle, fight to handle the stress, fears that were gripping her mind and yet she never stopped smiling or let go of that “I can do it” attitude. The ways she used to call me “Vids”, and her laugh echoes in my ears still. I can never forget her antics. I lost a part of me with her :(.
“Happy people view themselves in a positive light and engage in positive self-talk. They are often their own biggest cheerleader.” This saying suits Sap very much.
Lessons
This is not the first death I have seen in life, however it is the one that has left me shaken and broken in ways I cannot explain. If there is anything her death has taught me, it is to:
Make the best of life every day, like there is literally no tomorrow.
Impact lives of anyone around us…we never will carry anything in the end but the love of those people. All that we have earned materialistic will not bring us back…the people who loved us will keep us alive in their memories for as long as they live.
Not be afraid to try something without any inhibitions…be it dancing, learning a new skill, or doing something adventurous.
The only rules you have to follow is the ones you have set for yourself.
Age is just a number and you should feel as young as you want to and not as old as they say.
Give, help, and share…because there is no other happiness than helping someone in need.
Laugh…It is the best medicine one can have.
Value and respect relations…you may not speak everyday but once in a while call that friend and just say hello.
Enjoy the simple pleasures…Eat that dessert, watch a movie, go for a walk, spend a night out with friends laughing and chatting, and just live.
Take it all in your stride…Ups and downs, good and bad are all part of life, and we should take it positively, learn from it and move on.
Spread cheer…people might forget what you gave them, will not forget how you made them feel.
Sapna has thousands of friends who will continue to keep her alive by cherishing the memories. She has touched so many lives, impacted so many of us in one or the other way. My goal is to have at least one such friend who will miss me when I am gone, someone who will shed a tear or two and that person can only be earned through love, compassion, help and being humane…not by money, attitude or anything else.
Sap, you may have gone and made heaven a better place, but I will miss you always and losing you has made me lose a part of myself. For everything you used to ask me if I would join you and just this once, you missed asking me.
I will forever regret for the fact that I couldn’t be there in person on your last journey, and to bid good bye. I believe we will meet again in some world and then I will fight with you for leaving us this early. And just because I never got to say bye to you, you will continue to live on as you were. I will only remember the good times we had, the laughs we shared, and the times we spent doing what we loved. I will cherish my memories with you for as long as I live and you will continue to live on with me in my heart.
“Memories could be told but not shared.”
Sap, please give me the strength to move on without losing you, and teach me to laugh like you would no matter what.
I miss you and I will always love you Sap! Thank you for being my bestie.
PS: I used to pester her so much to wear a saree but she would always decline. This was the only time I saw her in a saree and I had told her “now I can die peacefully”. God had other plans…
A tale of two friends - Cherishing some memories with my bestie - Sapna Shetty. "The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one".
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I see a lot of bikes that are 600cc, and I'm trying to keep insurance cost down. I have been stuck on Kawasaki because it seems there models have the best gas mileage an comfortable seating positions. The 250r is just out of the question, even though I'm a first time rider. I'm 35 years old and do not plan on racing, but i also don't want to be stuck with a 250cc bike when i purchase, as I plan on keeping whatever I buy. I'm looking at the Kawasaki ZZR600 and the Ninja 650, but not sure if the insurance will be that much of a difference from 600cc to 650cc.""
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Need help finding rental insurance/jewelry insurance?
I just moved into an apartment for the 1st time and I was advised to get rental insurance. I don't have many valuables with the exception of a laptop and an engagement ring. The rest of my items are the standard furnishings (couch, bed, desk, etc.) I know rental insurance is cheap so I wanted to look into it. Just an FYI that I do not have a car/auto insurance so I can't just add rental insurance onto existing car insurance. Also my main concern is that my engagement ring is VERY valuable and I will leave it at home often, so I wanted to make sure it was protected (either at home or if I do wear it out). I also travel often, so that might leave my place open for burglars ... or who knows what other issues (fire, etc.) Please advise, thanks!""
How much will my dads insurance go up?
my dad himself has only been insured for 2 years and his insurance is currently 2400 for 12 months. im 17 yeas old and want to be added to the insurance and add a car. how much extra do you think it will be?
Penatlies for lasped car insrance?
Im having problems with my bills and my car insurance payment is due. I want have the money until I get paid in the next couple weeks. what should I do, and if my insurance lapse what are the pentalies for reinstating my coverage??""
Car Insurance without a license?
I know this is a dumb question, but I thought I would ask anyway. My 25 year old son, recently had his license suspended, due to non payment of a ticket. His car registration is coming up this month. Is there any way he can get insurance, so the registration on his car, will remain current. At least until he pays off his ticket.""
What's the Fastest way to be approved for disability in MA?
And for God sakes don't answer - to be legitimately disabled. That's obvious!!! I have chronic colitis, I'm frequently sick to my stomach and don't have insurance yet. I go to food banks to eat and can barely afford to even live much less do anything slightly fun. I really need disability and know people that have got it because they say they're depressed when their fine (as they told me). So please don't be cruel with a stupid answer. Any real tips?""
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I am 20 years old currently and drive a 2002 Chevy Cavalier. I was considering purchasing a 2000ish model Chevy Camaro Z28 (5.7L v8) and was curious perhaps by how much my insurance will go up. I know obviously that no one can give an accurate guess as to how much since there are numerous factors involved, but just based on my current insurance I thought perhaps someone might be able to guess what the price on the insurance might be. I am currently on my Uncle's insurance plan, and if I bought the vehicle, would transfer the deed to him so as to retain the benefit of his insurance. I pay about 50$ a month for liability for my car due to his insuring many cars currently. I know this is very cheap for one my age, so I thought the camaro insurance might not be bad still. Anyway based on 50$ a month for liability on my 2002 cavalier, any guesses as to what a 2000ish camaro might run me for insurance? (Both liability and comprehensive if you'd like.) I know I can find out for sure by having my uncle call his insurance, but I just wondered if I might get a ballpark estimate before I approach him about it.""
Where Can I find good dental insurance?
I need dental insurance that will cover oral surgery, as I have 2 ingrown wisdom teeth.""
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How much will my auto insurance cost?
Just bought a new car. im 20 years old and am a student in pennsylvania. iv had two tickets in the past 3 years for going 15 over. my credit score is 700. any guesses?
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>In high school >Both parents getting new cars soon >old cars: 1 is decent, 1 is cheap >I get old car >I want to convince parents to let me keep cheap one as well, so I can modify it and stuff BUT, I just realized I'll have to pay extra insurance just to drive it around every now and then. What to do? How much does average insurance usually cost? (Not minimum PIP)""
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Does my dad lose his no claims if I'm added to his car insurance?
I have a query about car insurance. When I passed my test last May, I was told that if I was to have my dad as the main driver, and me as the named driver, and my dad has 9 years or more no claims, then they would have to be reset to 0 years when i am added to the insurance, is this true? if it is, then i'm going to have to stick with the ridiculous insurance quotes... if not, then i've just realised that i could be saving myself 1000! Any opinions appreciated! :)""
Is there a age limit to qualify to get car insurance in California?
I am 17 1/2 years old, and I just saved up enough money to buy my own car. Can I insure the car by myself??""
What is the best site for finding family health insurance?
What is the best site for finding family health insurance?
Health insurance part time work ?
how to get coverage?
""How much is average for childcare? I have a 4 year old, a 2 year old and a 8mth old. About 8 hr/5days a week?""
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How much would insurance cost on a 3.5 tonne recovery truck?
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Do Insurance Quotes Check Your Credit Score?
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What is a good type of home owner insurance to get?
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Can I cancel my car insurance and get my money back?
The car that was insured was scrapped in January but the insurance is still running. Can I cancel the policy and get my money back? It was with Admiral and I paid the whole amount up front. Policy expires in August 2012. Also, I have just bought a new car and want that insured. Can I transfer it onto the Admiral policy, or am I better off cancelling everything and starting from scratch? The scrapped car btw was a peugeot 306 that broke. The new car is a bmw 318d thanks!""
How much will my dads insurance go up?
my dad himself has only been insured for 2 years and his insurance is currently 2400 for 12 months. im 17 yeas old and want to be added to the insurance and add a car. how much extra do you think it will be?
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/how-much-avg-car-insurance-17-year-old-living-toronto-sharie-noena"
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Heads up, this is the longest post ever. I don’t normally write on here but I am going through a really difficult time right now and I feel the need to share it. I don’t want everyone in my daily life to know, so I figured tumblr is the next best thing, right? Anyways, if you do read this and you know who I am IRL/the person I am talking about, please be gentle. This is not something I am choosing to share with everyone.
This past Tuesday I went to court to testify as a witness in a case against my old camp counselor, who I will refer to as S. 5 years ago I was a fifteen year old girl struggling with bulimia and depression. At this theater camp, I became very close with my director S. He was the first adult I confided in about my bulimia. We texted constantly. He was 34, with a wife and daughter. At the time, I never thought anything was wrong about our friendship. I viewed him as a mentor, someone I looked up to and enjoyed talking to.
I didn’t recognize the signs of him grooming me to depend on him, to confide only in him. I introduced him to my best friend. When camp ended, I continued to see him. He wrote me a long, four page letter. He bought me books. He confided in me about his relationship problems, and often acted as if he was my age, to the point that I saw him as my age.
And then he bought me and my best friend alcohol. I don’t remember if he offered, or if I asked, and either way it doesn’t matter. He should have known better. He should have set boundaries. Really, he shouldn’t have met me at all when camp ended. He certainly shouldn’t have seen me four times in about two weeks. But he did, because he wanted something from me, even if he didn’t know what that was. After he bought us alcohol, my friend and I proceeded to drink it on our own. I had never had hard liquor before-- I blacked out and vomited everywhere, my friend had to take care of me, it was a mess. But I didn’t know what binge drinking or BAC level or health drinking looked ike, so I thought what I experienced was normal and okay, and S didn’t dissuade me. Instead, he talked about how fun it would be if we drank together, and asked me if I wanted to. He made it seem appropriate and the next day he picked me up and drove us somewhere to drink. I’m going to pull the next part from my victim impact statement that I had to write for court, despite the fact that the judge never read it because the jury voted “not guilty”.
“The details of that day are blurry, but they have impacted my psyche ever since. I remember getting into a car with him, and he showed me the vodka and mixers that he had. We drove somewhere that was near a small wooded area. I still don’t know where he took me—I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going. When he parked, we started drinking. I didn’t even think about the fact that he would have to drive after we drank. In retrospect, I feel that S used my desire to drink and naivety to get close to me and take advantage of me. If he had not impaired my judgment with alcohol, I would have sensed that I was in a dangerous and uncomfortable situation. Instead, I ended up at his house, over 30 minutes away, on his bed, with him on top of me. For years I blamed myself. I thought that it was my own fault for blurring the lines in our friendship by agreeing to drink with him. I thought that what he did was an accident or mistake, that I had somehow enticed him into kissing me. Now I know that he probably was planning it the whole time, and used alcohol to speed up the process.
While no physical harm was done to me, I cannot forget the way it felt to have his body press me down against the mattress. I felt powerless, and small, and confused. I felt dirty because I was in his bed, the one he shared with his wife, one room over from his daughter’s bedroom. I barely remember what happened, I just know that I didn’t kiss him back and eventually he stopped and got off me and started apologizing. I asked to go home and he took me. I still don’t know why he took me home, because he could have done anything to me. I wouldn’t have remembered.
For a long time, I pretended that what happened to me was okay. I told myself it was an accident, that he didn’t mean it, that I probably overreacted. Despite this, I could not bring myself to think about what happened. I blocked it out, ended the friendship, and never told anyone about it. I moved on, or at least I tried to. I got a boyfriend six months later. I remember telling him in a moment of intimacy what happened, and feeling devastated at his anger. Although it was directed at S, I felt like it was directed at me because in my mind, I was responsible for what happened. I was the girl who had put herself in that situation by consenting to drink with an adult man. Never mind that that man suggested it, that he was an adult who should have known better, that he had been my camp counselor and one of my closest confidantes that summer. It wasn’t until I was watching Juno for psych class my senior year of high school, nearly three years later, that seeds of doubt formed in my mind. The father in Juno reminded me vividly of S- childlike, up close and personal with a young teenage girl who had not asked to be viewed that way. Unlike me, Juno refused to stand for it. Unlike Juno, I was unable to get past that moment of frozen confusion, where S kissed me on his bed.
I chose to go to court because I have not been able to forget that day I drank with S. For so many years I have tried to forget what happened because I was ashamed and guilty. I thought that it wasn’t that big of a deal, because it’s not like he raped me—he even apologized after. I blamed what happened on the alcohol. I didn’t even think about the danger he put both of our lives in when driving around drunk.”
Well, no more. I don’t want to feel ashamed anymore. Every time I have to see people from camp, every time I have had to lie to my friends and family about phone calls and missing work because I was meeting with lawyers and going to court is time that I regret losing over you. I sincerely hope that seeing me in court on Tuesday made you think twice about your actions.
It’s not fair that we live in a country where criminal cases are so impossible to win. Burden of proof is on the accuser, reasonable doubt, blah blah blah. Because of these rules, my court case didn’t get to be about you violating my trust and my body. It was over two counts of furnishing alcohol to minors. And even then, you were determined to win! You lied to my face and everyone in the court and said that you never bought me alcohol. Liar. You let your lawyer make me out to be mentally unstable, told everyone about my ED and self-harm, things that I never think about or talk about anymore because that’s not who I am. And the fucked up thing is, it fucking worked. Because I couldn’t remember the details of what your car, FIVE FUCKING YEARS AGO, looked like. Because I couldn’t remember that you bought me a smoothie, if you drove me home or I walked. Small details that created reasonable doubt, and so you got away with a “not guilty”. I have spent THE ENTIRETY OF MY LAST TWO YEARS OF UNDERGRAD waiting for this moment. I just wanted to have the validation of winning.
I know that my decision to pursue legal action against you has made a difference. I know you can’t step foot on the grounds of our camp again. You can’t teach. The Dept of Education wants you to give up your license again, and if you refuse, they will come at you with a civil case. But it feels like too little too late for me. I feel like I have suffered so much and it’s for nothing. The only good thing coming out of this “not guilty” sentence is that I am finally, finally angry. I felt so guilty and ashamed and uncomfortable in my own skin for so long that I didn’t realize I had the right to be angry. Why me?? Why did you decide to target me? I will never understand why you couldn’t keep things appropriate. You have a DAUGHTER. How would you feel if someone did that to her? You were a TEACHER. A COUNSELOR. A MENTOR. None of those roles should have suggested that it was ok to get someone half your age drunk and then make a move on them. Sometimes, I almost wish you had raped me. I know that’s fucked up, but I would have known how to define what you did to me as clearly, identifiably wrong. Instead, for so long I lived in this grey area where I believed I was to blame. I have continued to freeze up in situations where I felt uncomfortable. Last summer I was raped. I was in an unsafe situation, that I could have left, but I just froze. This physical response that has stayed in my body since you touched me. Last semester I had a panic attack in class during a class activity that triggered my memories of you. And now I have to move on with my life and act like the past five years of trauma and pain are suddenly ok because I did everything within my power to right the wrong you did to me and it wasn’t enough.
I don’t know what would be. I honestly feel so alone, even with all my family and friends. I know this feeling will get better, and eventually I’ll be in a place where I am ready to work through this bullshit. But first I have to figure out a way to not be so fucking angry all the time with how things turned out.
For those of you who read this- thank you. I just want to be heard in a safe space and feel validated.
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I loved how this weeks’ adventure started…by pure accident and prompted by the boys – kind of made me feel like I’m doing something right as a mom in creating these memories through our adventures.
Moms are guilty sometimes of doing too much sometimes and I’ll admit that I bend over backwards a lot more than I probably should, to make sure that they have what they need. For heaven’s sake, I ‘pre-open’ their water bottles that I pack in their lunch boxes because they struggle to get them open on their own and I don’t want anyone to make fun of them for not being able to open their own water bottles. Yes, you may laugh, I know I do, and yes, you are also right, I’ve coddled them…but I give myself and excuse – the divorce guilt. I’m working hard to find a balance between teaching them life skills and wanting to ‘care’ for them. But more about that in a later post.
This week was a tough week for my marriage and I deal so much better with tough times when I have friends or family around. I thank the good Lord because I think that I’ve had very few nights alone – maybe once or twice a week for the past three months where I’ve been completely on my own and when I’m not alone, it’s allowed me to focus on other things, life events and people. It’s been great to help me get through this pending divorce.
So I thought it would be nice to have family over for dinner on Sunday…just because…just to say thank you for supporting us in so many ways over the past couple of months…just because having family over for dinner is fun for me and the kids. I called everyone…they accepted and then the boys brains started rolling.
The kids have always gravitated toward the kitchen. Whether it’s to eat me out of house and home or to help me cook or to ‘create’ their own ‘recipes’, they have bugged me and my mom, to learn how to cook and bake. One of my oldests’ favorite shows is ‘The Chew’ and the chefs are rock stars to him. They are pretty darn close to the equivalent to the stars of the Descendants movies…and to an almost 10 year old, that is rock star status.
They wanted to have our family over and to cook for them. The idea evolved into creating a restaurant. And I loved it because I have struggled with them seeing the ‘need’ to serve others instead of themselves this summer so I thought it was a great way to teach this important life lesson – servanthood.
This is what we did:
* Named the restaurant, created the sign for the restaurant and hung it in the living room. My thoughtful son chose four poster boards, and used each of our favorite colors to write the name of the restaurant on the poster board.
* Put an ‘Open’ and ‘Closed’ sign on the front door.
* Created a menu with three appetizers, four main course options, three side items and three dessert items.
* Mom made all of the food…kiddos helped with the desserts.
* Set the table which the kids have become experts at.
* Divided the responsibilities – i.e. who would greet our customers, who would seat them, how to seat them if the ‘whole party’ wasn’t there, who would take the orders, who would run the food, and a few other things. They were taking this very seriously!
My oldest even put on a tie and the best we would get out of my #2, when we asked him to put on ‘nice’ clothes were gray camo pants and a green camo shirt. It was classy. 🙂 Most of everything went as planned except my #2 man decided that he’d rather sit with the ‘customers’ and eat instead of running the food…but oh well. His attention span is shorter – he lasted longer than I thought he would.
This kept me a little busier than I expected and was only able to capture pictures of the empty plates and dirty dishes after we were done but it was quite a learning experience for the boys because they were tired too after taking care of others needs. It was fun to see them really trying to pull this off and take this so seriously. The icing on the cake with this adventure is that I was able to cook all of our meals for the week in one night! It’s been great!
And once again, the beginning started as groans (mainly from my #2 man) but after our ‘customers’ left they each told me how much fun they had. My oldest has really started to join my ‘adventure movement’ because he’s been coming up with ideas on his own for our adventures.
Remember these tips for going on your own adventures:
#1: Get them excited! Excitement is contagious – if you are excited, they will get excited.
#hockeysticksandpinkbows cover page
#serving #restaurant #servanthood
#2: Materials: I printed each of the flyers above so that we could keep them in our scrapbook.
#3: During our time together, I took pictures (even though it was after the fact) and then printed them onto a third page, in a collage form. Our next adventure will repeat this process – print out a description of the adventure, print out a collage of pictures from the adventure. Then add it to a notebook/folder so that when the year is over we can go through and relive some wonderful memories.
hockey sticks and pink bows: adventure #6 I loved how this weeks' adventure started...by pure accident and prompted by the boys - kind of made me feel like I'm doing something right as a mom in creating these memories through our adventures.
#adventures#cheating#Children#dad#daughters#dreams#Family#family fun#family time#food#friends#fun#hockey#kids#lifestyle#love#marketing#moms#parenting#peace#relationships#restaurants#servanthood#serve#serving#serving others#single moms#single parenting#single parents#sisters
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