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coconutbabydoll · 10 months

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ೀ-one last time

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: reader is a cheater, open ending, bad grammar, lack of vocabulary lol that’s it i think. don’t keep scrolling i’ll get better over time!!

summary: so one last time i need to be the one who takes you home ;) (lyrics from the song bbg)

a/n: okay so it took me like 5 days to write this , please please interact likes,reblogs, and comments are appreciated but not mandatory!! if there any grammar, punctuation, mispelling lmk!! i would listen to the song after reading this but it is a popular song you probably already heard of it. also is this giving wattpad core ?? that’s like my biggest fear, okay shutting up posting this and now i’m throwing my phone across the room!!

it’s becoming more and more physically impossible to pull yourself away from your bed. only thing inducing you to get up was your nine to five job. you sighed and wearily pushed your hands on the bed and looked at your pillow. there was a big wet spot on your pillow. why were you crying? you were the one who messed up, you were the one who lied, it’s been five months why couldn’t you just get over it. you jumped off your bed and walked over to vanity desk and grabbed your phone. immediately you clicked on the instagram icon, for the past five months this became apart of your daily routine, abby. you tried to resist stalking her page but she was really unforgettable. you scrolled through all of her gym photos, photos with friends , and photos and videos she still had up of the two of you. you didn’t really know what that meant, at first you thought it meant she missed you, so you tired to contact her but she always left you on seen. you clicked on her profile picture icon to see what she posted on her story.

oh, you didn’t see that coming. it was photo of her and some girl, the girl was kissing her on the cheek and her arms wrapped around abby neck while abby made duck face, one hand holding the phone towards a bathroom mirror and the other on the girls waist.

the picture was caption: happy two months baby!! i love you more than words can explained :)

two months? so it only took her three months to get over you while your suffering everyday, always wishing you go back five months in time so you could take back that one moment that’s been repeating in your head every single day , that moment wasn’t even the worst part it was abby little puppy dog eyes when she found out, god you felt so awful then, all you wanted to do was stick a knife down your throat, you still do now.

you swipe off of instagram and deleted the app, you got enough of that. you open your message app and texted your boss telling her that you had fever and you weren’t able to make it, you needed a little break. you’ve been working nonstop for five months , you needed something to distract your mind.

it was a friday after all, just because abby moved on doesn’t mean you have to spend it depressed and cooped up in your bed. maybe you could hang out with your friends, you still had a decent amount of those. actually no, all your friends were shared with abby and if they still talk to abby, which they most certainly do, they would know abby’s girlfriend. if you asked to hangout with them, they would invite abby and she would invite her girlfriend, absolutely not. maybe a frat party, there was a decent amount of those too, a perfect way to meet new people and to get over somebody, you used to go to a lot. thats actually how you meant abby , that’s how you lost her too.

the thing was you have been so out of the mix lately, you haven’t heard the word frat party since five months ago. there always a party on friday, right? dina, dina, dina, dina, she would know she goes to almost everyone. plus you guys still keep in contact. you open your message app and clicked her contact name.

y/n: hey dee, is there a frat party going on tonight? cs i kinda wanna go to one, pls lmk

dee: oh wowww looks who finally wants to come out their shell, haha yes there is one at 11 can i come over a 10 with some stuff so we can get ready??

y/n: yea sound great

now what to do till ten, you could get up and get some coffee, walk to the park, make some breakfast, read a book. nope, you decided to download instagram again , log back into your account and stalk abby. you sighed, was it really that easy for her to forget about you, get over you? maybe she wasn’t over you, she still had your pictures up! messaging her again wouldn’t hurt, you thought.

you click on the message button and look at all your previous messages, all of them including an “i’m sorry, please just listen to me.” your only contact with her was instagram because she blocked you everywhere else. you were always puzzled as to why she blocked you everywhere else but not instagram. you hesitated before typing and deleted a couple of sentences and finally you were satisfied.

“hey abby, i’m sorry to bother you on your anniversary and stuff but i just want to tell you somethings i felt like i really didn’t have time to explain, first of all i’m truly and deeply sorry from like the bottom of my heart. it was never my intentions to hurt you , it just happen i was drunk out of my mind and the whole time i thought about you, i hated myself for doing that to you and i wanted to tell you before she did but i chocked imma fucking coward i know , i’m sorry abby. i don’t deserve you at all but i miss you.”

it’s not like she actually was going to reply but you still wanted to express yourself, what you really wanted was her to forgive you but that’s never going to happen. you still had several hours left before dina came over , you decided to take a nap.

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you were woken up to the static of your intercom, you whined and look for your phone with your hands scavenging around your bed. your eyes were dazzled by the brightness of your phone screen, it was 10:13 and you had loads of text from dina, you got up and pressed the door button to your intercom and open your apartment door and stood at the threshold.

“how long are your staying?” you sarcastically questioned dina as she walked up the stairs with a travel suitcase.

“i brung options, i know how picky you are.”

when dina walked in she gazed around your apartment, like she’s never been in there before.

“i feel like i haven’t been in here forever, it still looks the same.” you let out a little chuckle.

“i brought everything, shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, jeans. here pick out what you want,” she shoved the suitcase towards you. “imma gonna to do my hair in the bathroom.”

you tugged on the zipper moving it around the suitcase and opened the top, you eyes were met with a variety collection of clothes. you didn’t really think about what to wear. a nice top and shorts would be fine. before you had the chance to grab an outfit you heard your phone buzz, you reached over and grabbed it- no fucking way! abby had message you back, we’re you dreaming ? you took the back of your hand and firmly rubbed your eyes, gazed back at your screen and nope this is real, quickly you clicked on the message and your phone automatically unlocks.

“can you stop, no like actually i had enough. all those other messages i ignored, but cmon on my fucking anniversary. my girlfriend and i are happy and i don’t need you back in my life. i don’t need any source of reminder of you. doesn’t matter how many times you say sorry it doesn’t take back what you did! and i asked you and you lied! stop it i don’t care anymore, leave me alone before i block you, this shit is super annoying.”

geez that was awful, we’re you really that annoying? you were just trying to express yourself, she never gave you chance to actually explain she just went off of what the girl told her, but you did lie and what did you expect? for everything to be all happy and sunshine, for her to read your message and want to get back together? but there no actually way that sh-

“what are you doing?” dina giggled as she walked in the living area, her hair was straightened down with a middle part. you didn’t realize how long and deep you had been into your thoughts, fuck that was embarrassing.

“nothing, i was just thinking about um some stuff.”

“well can you think about what your going to wear, cmon let’s go!”

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this party’s stinks, no like actually it stinks, it smells like sweat, must, and ass. and you weren’t really having fun, a couple of people try to flirt with you and got some girls number, made out with like two of them but none of them gave you that same tingly feeling you had when you met abby.

“dee, i’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you informed dina, she waved you off and continued talking with some guy, the three of y’all were sitting on some torn up leather couch along with some others. you were scrolling on your phone the whole time, and peeling the leather off of the couch. you made your way upstairs where you assumed the bathroom would be and it was, there wasn’t a line but someone was in there, so you patiently waited on the side of the door.

and as if it was by fate or the universe just really wanted to be entertained right now, guessed who walked out of the bathroom. abby fucking anderson.

her eyes kinda widened and her lips slightly parted, she look like she just seen a ghost, she took a deep breath and you saw her chest moved and back down, like she was in awestruck or something. the staring between to both of you felt like it would last an eternity, in reality it probably only lasted five seconds until she scoffed and walked away making sure to bump your shoulder.

“abby abby! please wait,” you yelled chasing after her, she was walking fast so you started speed walking to catch up, when you did you grab her wrist in attempt for her to stop.

“get the fuck off of me!” she fumed and spun around and stopped walking. “what the fuck do you not understand? i don’t wanna see you, leave me alone!”

“abby please, one more time! just this once and i’ll leave you alone forever please,” you sniffled. you didn’t want to cry but shit. the anger in her face kinda soften. and you two stood there for what felt like an eternity again.

“cmon,” she finally said while she grabbed your hand and led you into a empty bedroom. she let go of your hand and closed the door behind her, and sat on a unmade bed.

“this better be worth my fucking time, go!”

“it is! i swear, i- i just don’t exactly what to say, i mean i’ve been waiting to speak to you for months and i missed you so much abby, there’s not a day that went by that i didn’t think of you and-,” you rambled out but was eventually cut off by abby.

“okay so what exactly do you want to talk about, i know what happen , i know you lied, and i know you regret it and all that bullshit but we’re not getting back together, my girlfriend is downstairs waiting for me and i’m going to keep her because she doesn’t cheat and lie.”

“i know but , i just wanna put this past us and i know we can’t be together but i don’t wanna be friends either, i can’t stand to see you with someone else, i feel like- i don’t know like we were meant to be, it’s corny i know. and i know she’s probably a good person, probably the best you ever had, but i’ve been miserable, i don’t want to be without you,” you expressed, you walked closer to the unmade bed where abby was sitting and gently caressed her shoulder, she looked nervous but at the same time it was how she always used to look at you when you two were a couple.

“what are you doing,” she said uncertain, low, and shy. she was looking down at her leg which was bobbing up and down.

“i don’t wanna think about it,” you breathed, and pulled abby into a kiss. it didn’t last long but it was loving and for three seconds you swore she kissed you back until she pulled away.

“i can’t- this is wrong i have-.”

“don’t think about it ,i know you want it too, just one last time.”

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pain-in-the-butler · 3 years

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The time has come once again

The Bloodbath

“I’m simply one hell of a butler” says Sebastian as he starts cleaning as usual

Okay so Agni’s taking no prisoners

Work Nerd, Science Nerd, and Jock Nerd team up to form the Nerd Trifecta

Team One Brain Cell joins up with Phipps, who is quite possibly their only chance for survival

Ran-Mao remembers how Harcourt beat everyone in the unfortunately deleted round and said “Not in my backyard”

So far, everyone else has simply run away unscathed or grabbed a weapon they won’t use because the game doesn’t record weapons. Rip Tanaka

Day 1

Ran-Mao bringing the canon energy by adding a second weapon to her arsenal

Phipps somehow always turns into Team Dad during these, so I’m glad to see he’s finding time for his favorite hobbies

Undertaker up to his usual Sneaky Antics

It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. Kind of impressive honestly

Considering Harcourt lost his mace, I’ll just assume the attack Grell “escaped” from was the vicious stabbing of his trim little schoolboy fingernails

Bad vibes

It appears that Lau also brought his canon game

Sebastian in the most recent chapters be like

I’ve actually never had this event come up before and it has to happen between two of the more innocent characters in the series;;;; god Lizzie you deserve better even in the Hunger Games Simulator

Where’s a Safety Nerd when you need one

What’s better than this? Guys bein dudes

This is probably what happened after Ciel left Weston

Sebastian will take care of this for ya, huh bud

Other events:

Agni practices his archery

Wolfram goes fishing

Othello finds a cave

Soma goes ‘splorin

Edward goes huntin

Day 1′s Deaths: Tanaka, Sieglinde, Lizzie, and Macmillan. Someday one of the ladies will win

Night 1

Butler slumber party in the woods, BYOYM (bring your own young master)

It takes a lot of energy to be this blond

I’m happy for her :)

Yeah I’ll bet you probably do Lau

A tonal shift so abrupt I got mental whiplash

Can we go back to when Grell was looking at the sky pls

Thought about science too hard. Got a concussion

Thought about Ciel dying too hard. Got an infection

Aww dad :( Hope you caught some fish tho

Looks like Harcourt won’t be winning this one, gang

I stg the hunger games simulator is misogynist because the ladies always DIE /j

Ran-Mao is hopefully here to prove the previous statement wrong

Other events:

Bard gets a hatchet

Undertaker also passes out from exhaustion

R!Ciel goes to sleep in a tree

Day 2

Oh you five are SO going in my burn book for this. It’s what Grell would’ve wanted

Ahaha just like in the real manga... right guys (;

Idk about you but I’m rooting for her

I don’t think the simulator could’ve picked four people who were less likely to team up than this

I would too if I saw my best friend was palling around with an opium dealer, a grim reaper with a lawn mower, and another grim reaper that the first grim reaper doesn’t like

Other events:

Othello chases Wolfram

That’s the only other event actually

That means today we lost O!Ciel, Mey-Rin, Harcourt, and Grell. ffs, I hope Ran-Mao kills all of you

Night 2

I’ve missed you, rare pair simulator

The “unknown sponsor” was Undertaker and the “fresh food” was O!Ciel

Confirmed: Lau doesn’t get high off his own supply

Once again a ceasefire between the strong hungry boys is formed

Girl, you don’t have to do that

“Did you kill Ciel?” Sebastian asks

“No that was William,” Othello says

Sebastian punches a tree so hard that it combusts. “God damn. Fuck” Sebastian says

Wolfram just realized I put him in the Hunger Games simulator

Other events:

Phipps thinks about “Are you winning son”

Undertaker gazes at space

Ronald becomes Lost Ronald

Soma passes out

Bard gets some water

Day 3

Damn Agni who haven’t you flirted with

Finny sees that Bard has water and thinks Bard cooked it himself, so he wants no part of that (might be burnt)

What did he even have that was worth stealing? A fish?

Well I can tell you who isn’t creating that smoke: Lau

“What’s worse than two young masters? No young masters. Now get over here and make a contract”

Everything about this sentence is a fever dream

Other events:

Undertaker decides he wants a slingy shot too

Edward chases Dad I mean Phipps

Othello gets some ouchies from picking berries

Night 3

When your young master dies, you just get an infection apparently

damn Finny’s playing hardball

I don’t think anything bad has actually happened to Bard yet. It’s just been a grand frolic the whole time

I barely remember reading the first Hunger Games but Ran-Mao’s the Foxface of this journey: she deserves to win and I just know she’ll die in the stupidest way possible

Sebastian’s like a cat that can’t reach the bird it wants to attack, so it attacks the nearest other thing instead. Poor Dad

Two white-haired anime boys and a not-white-haired anime boy talk about who will die tomorrow. Anime doesn’t exist yet so the white-haired anime boys don’t know their hair color automatically spells their doom

Other events:

Edward starts a fire, which means he’s capable of smoking opium

Ronald gets some medical supplies

Othello gets a hatchet

R!Ciel thinks about winning

Lau gets an entire explosive, but he won’t be able to light it, so no it’s no big deal

Day 4

In Soviet Hunger Games, white-haired anime boy kills you

But why murder someone when you could just mess with them

Other events:

Grey scares Bard

Finny goes hunting

Night 4

Have you four even killed anyone yet

The list of “people who didn’t start the manor fire and also don’t smoke opium” now consists of Lau and R!Ciel

The mood is too light now. Someone needs to die and it better not be Ran-Mao

At last, Father Phipps has chosen his son for this round

Agni gushes about all the hot guys he’s simultaneously in love with, giving Ran-Mao a clearer idea of who’s still alive

Day 5

Girl, it’s about time, go claim some trophies

Finny’s easily got the longest kill streak and it’s a little unnerving

Father Phipps finds a new secret fishing hole

Othello doesn’t

Lau continues to put in all the efforts of a kindergarten bully

Oh no. He’s a yandere

Other events:

Sebastian fucks around and explores the arena

Bard fucks around and hunts for tributes

Undertaker fucks around and sleeps

R!Ciel fucks around and picks flowers

Night 5

I’ve never met anyone who ships Sebastian/Undertaker but I know you’re out there

Okay, maybe these four are even less likely to team up than Phipps, Ronald, Undertaker, and Lau

Edward sees I’m making jokes about people who build fires and stays hidden

Day 6

Canonically, that is the only way R!Ciel would win a fight, so

I probably could have predicted this

I hope these are the faces they made when it happened

The “unknown sponsor” is R!Ciel and the “fresh food” is an ear that fell off his own head

I’m not sure if I should be concerned or unsurprised that Bard’s Hunger Games life is more chill than his canon life

the “unknown sponsor” was the fish and the “clean water” was “fish water”

Other events:

Ran-Mao gets her third weapon that she doesn’t want to use, which is a hatchet

Finny finds a river

Agni practices archery again, but he doesn’t kill anyone because he wants this to go on forever

Night 6

Ran-Mao I beg you please. Release us from this purgatory of mediocrity

And suddenly we’re back to canon Bard

I guess not everything can be canon

Other events:

Both Agni and Phipps pass out from exhaustion. It’s 2:50 a.m. so I should really be taking a page from their book, but unfortunately everyone refuses to die

The Feast

Finny has been a stone cold killer this entire match, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the girl I wanted to win would get eliminated by him, but it still hurts ✌️😔

If you cheat on Othello, he will overpower you, killing you

Everyone else decided not to go to the Feast. Honestly, I don’t remember what the Feast is, but everyone who did go either murdered someone or got murdered, so I guess that was probably a good call

Day 7

I’ve had enough of this dude

Jesus Finny I can’t wait to see how many kills you got, I feel like you and Agni were the only two who took anyone down

Bard, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Phipps all hunt for other tributes but they’re useless and don’t kill anyone

Arena Event: Volcano Eruption

In one fell swoop, we lose Sebastian, Undertaker, R!Ciel, and Finny, jeez. But... that means it comes down to.............

FATHER PHIPPS VS. BARD

FATHER PHIPPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow... Unlike his manga counterpart, this boy coasted the whole time and won... He basically went on vacation and he actually won... But then again, it’s Hunger Games Simulator and nothing is sacred

Well I hope you learned a valuable lesson today. I hope you did at some point before you read my post, because you sure as hell learned nothing from this. Thank you for wasting precious minutes of your life with me 😏

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji hunger games simulator

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 3 years

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The Return of Drunk!Corin

I wasn’t planning on this one-shot, but the art deity @cacodaemonia wished for it and considering how endlessly kind she is to grace us with her art, it seems like the least I could do! I hope Zev’s sufferings can bring a smile! ;)

It's late. Zev'sonya empties the final content of her glass into her mouth and gets it down with a big swallow before placing the glass on the table. Time to go to bed. Those stupid ex-Troopers, still giggling and drinking over by the other table, are going to be wrecks tomorrow and someone has to be able to defend this place if something should happen.

Okay, so Mose hasn't indulged in anything but food and water and Din is still somewhat sober, but Zev'sonya hasn't seen Raga or Paz in a while and suspect they might be stowed away somewhere private and getting equally as drunk as these aforementioned ex-Trooper idiots.

At the opposite side of the room, Leo says something that has them all howling with laughter. It is the signal for her to hurry out of there before his drunken attention swings her way. It's even more difficult to snap at him when he's all soft and vulnerable like he tends to get on nights like these.

Getting up on her feet and walking towards the door, Zev'sonya is so busy focusing on dodging Leo that she forgets about the other threat in the room.

All it takes is an accidental brush of her arm against him as she walks by and the contact makes him turn towards her, arms reaching out and wrapping themselves around her a Deneba plant, and Zev'sonya abruptly finds herself trapped and hugged by a very drunk Corin Valentis.

Grunting annoyed as she's squeezed front first to his chest, she then gives him a couple of awkward pats on his back. “Yes, yes, thank you. Very nice. I was just leaving.”

“We never get to talk.” Corin says, his lips by her ear and his voice sounds both sleepy and happy, which he tends to get on nights like these. “I mean, I talk to Mose a lot. Leave-it too. But you... you tend to avoid me.” Suddenly there is a touch of sadness to his words as he continues; “I think you're awesome, but you don't like me much, huh?”

Zev'sonya twitches, feeling trapped by both his arms and his words. She does like him. She just doesn't do... this very well. Any other random man holding her like this would have been curled up in pain on the floor by now, but she knows Corin isn't hugging her to cop a feel and he won't try anything creepy. He just gets extremely tactile when he drinks and means no harm. “I like you just fine, Corin. I don't do small talk, that's all.”

Corin hums, all happiness again, still holding her close. “Yeah. You're like Din. You two get along.”

Zev'sonya frowns a little and moves her hand up to touch the skin on his neck. “You're hot.”

“Thank you.” Corin chirps. “You too.”

“No, I mean,” she feels the heat radiating from him, even through some of his clothes, “do you have a fever? Are you sick?”

“No.” Corin sounds unfazed. “I'm fine. Din just says I run warm. Whatever that means.”

“Oh.” Zev'sonya stands there and waits for him to let go. He doesn't, just rocks her gently and hums happily. She sighs and pats his back again. “Okay, right, time for me to leave.”

“Nooo....” Corin tightens his grip on her. “Stay. We'll be best friends. I'll make you bracelet.”

Gritting her teeth and losing patience, Zev'sonya lets her hands drop to her sides. “I will stab you.”

“No, you won't.” Corin leans back and lets go, but before she can escape he cups her face between his hand and holds her still to stare into her eyes. She can feel her cheeks getting squished by his palms and her lips pursing a little under the pressure.

Corin tries to give her a solemn look that keeps getting interrupted by his drunken smile. “Do you know why?”

She tries to glare.

“Because you're really a nice person.” Corin gives a sage nod. “Yes, you are. Mm-hm.”

She tries to glare harder.

“I've seen all the good things that you do. Even when you think no one is watching.” Corin leans in and rests his forehead against hers. “I know you care. About us. A lot. A whole bunch of lot.”

Zev'sonya's face flares up with embarrassed heat. “Corin.”

“You like to act all angry because you're hurting.” Corin continues in a soft tone. “I've been there. I understand.”

To her horror, Zev'sonya has a moment where her eyes sting with the threat of possible tears but luckily that brings the anger back and she starts squirming. “It's no act, I am angry. Corin, you-”

“It's okay.” Corin croons, dragging her into a new hug and wrapping his arms tight around her.

“Corin!” Zev 'sonya snaps. “Will you-”

“Oh my...” A familiar voice says.

Zev'sonya manages to turn her head and sees Leo standing there, staring at them. She exhales with relief. Finally the stereotypical male jealousy can be useful! “Could you-”

“Don't. Move.” Leo orders, waving his hands to underline the importance of his words. “This is so cute. I gotta get a holo-cam! Stay right there!” He runs off and leaves her stunned with disbelief.

Two and a half second after that, she's snapped out of her surprised apathy by a loud slurping noise.

Turning her head, she sees Mose standing there. He's holding a large drinking container with one of those straws to drink from, and he is looking at her and Corin with a smug expression on his face.

“Mose.”

“Lorda.” He replies, taking another sip, staying where he is.

Zev'sonya gestures to Corin and raises her eyebrows in a mute order to remove him.

Mose slurps some more before he lowers the drink and sighs with fake remorse. “So... do you remember when he was clinging to me and I asked you for help?”

“Yeah?” Zev'sonya grits out, remembering how she'd merely laughed and savored the sight.

“Exactly.” Mose goes back to slurping and watching, with not the faintest intention of rescuing her.

“This isn't funny” Zev'sonya growls, not calmed by Corin stroking her back in a soothing manner.

Mose shrugs. “A little bit.”

Zev'sonya can think of at least eleven ways to get back at him but doesn't get to hiss them in alphabetical order as there is yet another voice speaking up.

“What's going on?”

Again, Zev'sonya is hit with relief and she turns, as much as Corin will let her while he hushes her softly and strokes her back, so she can send a meaningful look at the Mandalorian standing nearby. “Din.” She gestures to the human leech attached to her. “Would you mind?”

Din crosses his arms while his helmet tilts in an almost thoughtful manner. And when he speaks, there is no hiding the grin in his words. “What's in it for me?”

Betrayal on all sides! Zev'sonya cannot believe what she's hearing. “A not-stabbed boyfriend!”

Corin hushes her again, squeezing her tight for a moment to underline how much he cares, and she is seconds away from just screaming with frustration when there is the flash of light and she sees Leo standing there with a holo-cam scanning them.

“No.” Zev'sonya states with no room for debate. “Leo, I'm warning you...” She squirms again but Corin isn't only warm, he's freakishly strong too and she is reluctant to use force. “Leo, leave it!”

Din clears his throat and steps over to the blond idiot, who simply keeps scanning them with the holo-cam with drunken determination. “Listen, if you want to slide in there, I could take the picture?”

Zev'sonya bares her teeth in pure fury while Leo gasps with delight; “Would you?”

Din grabs the holo-cam while Leo runs over. Zev'sonya is planning a harsh kick to Leo's shin, but before she can deliver it; Corin grabs her and turns her a little and suddenly they are cheek to cheek, with Leo kneeling in front of them, arms spread, - A loud slurp confirms Mose's towering shape behind them - and everyone facing the Mandalorian about to immortalize the moment.

“Smile!” Din declares cheerfully, as the rays from the holo-cam begin to scan them.

“I'm stabbing all of you!” Zev'sonya snarls.

The image turns out hideous. Corin and Leo are flustered, messy haired and grinning like idiots. Mose is leaning in behind them all to be in the image, still holding that big drinking container and sucking on that straw. And Zev'sonya herself? Well, she looks... grumpy.

It probably the least flattering image of herself she's ever seen.

But if Zev'sonya ends up saving that image instead of just deleting it? Well, then that's her business, isn't it?

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #Corin the storm trooper #Corin Valentis #din djarin #Zev'sonya #Leave-it aka Leo #Mose the Hutt #the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming

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thewatermelloncat · 4 years

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Original Story

Summary: A quick story taken from a comment Klaus makes in the original story about Five accidentally blinking into Diego’s room, scaring the living daylights outta him.

Warnings: Swearing

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“Jesus Christ, Five!” Diego startles, stumbling back into his bed. The backs of his knees hit the base and he sits back onto his mattress.

He’d been minding his own business getting ready for work in his room when his littlest brother had spontaneously popped out of a flash of blue, giving him the fright of his life.

“Jesus Christ… Fuck!” he breathes deeply with his head in his hands, trying to organise his thoughts.

He was used to Five blinking into places but they were scarcely another person’s room, Five normally jumped outside and knocked first if he bothered to interact with other people. It was Klaus you had to watch out for if there was going to be an invasion of personal space. If anything at the moment, Diego is thankful he’s decent.

“I’m sorry, Diego” Five apologises, his voice sounding quiet and unusually rough. “I didn’t mean to – I’ll just go.”

“Hold on, wa-wait” Diego speaks quickly, holding out a flat hand when Five turns to leave.

It’s only when Diego looks up from the floor that he gets a good look at him. His room is still relatively dark because he likes it that way, but the dimness still can’t disguise Five’s pale face and fever bright eyes. If anything, it enhances them.

“You don’t look so good” he notes how Five seems to sway a little on the spot.

Five scoffs slightly which turns into a singular cough that he shields into his forearm.

It isn’t until then that Diego notices the tissue clutched in his hand. He inhales tilting his head back at the realisation, though he says nothing about Five’s impromptu sneeze teleporting. Everyone’s power had one glitch or another when it came to that. He thinks it’s best not to bring it up.

“Still feeling sick?” he asks more as a formality, not needing the answer in the slightest. His brother hadn’t initially admitted to anything when they had begun pressing him about his unusual quietness the day before. It wasn’t until later that evening when he could no longer deny that he was acting out of character that he admitted to feeling a little off.

“There’s a difference in feeling and being now” Five smirks before turning to leave.

“Hey, where’re you going?” Diego stops him again.

“Out” Five shrugs, stopping in his tracks but not turning toward him. “I didn’t mean to come in here. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“S’alright” Diego dismisses before gesturing for him to come over to him. “Come here.”

Five seems oddly compliant as he obeys Diego’s command immediately, which Diego is both confused and grateful about. Now standing in front of him Diego can see that not only is his face pale but shining grey lines are etched under his eyes, and he can hear him breathing – which is not a normal thing for a trained assassin to be allowing.

His compliancy goes further than expected when he not only tolerates Diego studying him for a while longer than what should be comfortable, but also allows him to reach his palm up to his forehead without flinching.

“You’re running hot.”

Five only sighs like he knows this already. He probably already does; it is his body after all.

“Do you wanna crash here?” Diego nods his head down to his bed. Looking at him, he doesn’t exactly trust Five to move about safely.

“I don’t want to take your room, Diego” he shakes his head.

“I’m about to go to work. I’m not using it” he assures him.

Five shakes his head again, taking a step away from the bed.

“Well, if you don’t want to stay here, do you wanna go back to your room or crash in the lounge?”

Five inhales deeply as he thinks. “Lounge” he breathes out, possibly mumbling something about not wanting to be alone which Diego doesn’t quite catch. He doesn’t question it and stands up from the bed.

“I’ll walk you down” Diego says.

“I’m not dying, I can move on my own” Five scoffs, a small smile spreading on his face despite him still looking miserable.

“Too effectively” Diego ribs at his impromptu teleporting before dropping it immediately. “I’m heading down that way anyway.”

Five seems to accept that and shuffles over to the door to wait for him as he grabs his knives and keys from the top of his draws.

Diego’s about halfway across his room when he stops and pivots suddenly, turning to snatch the blanket off the end of his bed after noticing Five shivering slightly. He’d missed that before.

With the blanket now in hand, he moves over to his brother and wraps it over his shoulders. He’d never mention it to anyone out of fear of losing his knee caps, but he can’t help but smile as Five snuggles gratefully into it.

He also won’t mention how Five let him lead him down the stairs with his hand on his shoulder. And most definitely not how he had let him tuck the blanket over him after he had settled on the couch.

#tua #The Umbrealla Academy #umbrella academy fanfiction #five hargreeves #the boy #diego hargreeves #the kraken #sickfic #sneeze

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voiceless-terror · 4 years

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hi friend!!!! i love your writing!!! if you're taking prompts from the bingo card (if you're not then feel free to delete this!!), how about N5 for Jon? :) i hope you have a great day!!

‘fighting to pay attention to urgent information’ ahh i love this prompt!! thank you so much for the ask, it means a lot since i love your writing so much (and it inspired me to starting posting my stuff, to be honest). Here you go, I hope you like! This takes place right after Sasha makes her statement to Jon in season one.

Sasha is talking but Jon can’t hear her.

It’s all muddled in his mind. So many things have happened over the last couple of weeks- Martin’s worm attack and now Sasha’s encounter with Michael- and his mind is refusing to process. She gave her statement in his office and was now explaining the situation to Martin and Tim while Jon stood awkwardly in the doorway, trying to nod at the appropriate time.

“We’ll need a plan of attack if Prentiss comes or if any of us encounter Michael again,” she’s saying. “Martin’s already living here, but-”

A plan. Yes. A plan would be good but Jon can’t think beyond Sasha bleeding in his office and Martin throwing open his door demanding to be heard. The worms on the pavement crawl and creep and remind him of something he thought he’d finally put behind him but he’s been chasing it the entire time, hasn’t he?

His body feels at once too hot and too cold. Jon’s never understood that about illness. How a body can burn with fever and shake with a chill at the same time. But he’s not sick, he’s just...overwhelmed. Needs to eat a normal meal, needs to get some sleep. If he could just get a deep breath in his lungs the black spots would stop dancing in front of his vision and he could pay attention and come up with a plan.

But every other word is ‘worms’ and ‘infestation’ and all matter of disturbing things and his mind goes wild with imagination, horrible scenarios playing out in his mind as his breaths turn into an uneven staccato of sound that he tries to stifle.

“-could get more CO2 you think? Jon?” That’s your name.

“A-Ah, yes. I’ll t-talk to Elias.” Sasha nods and Jon is relieved to have said the right thing. The fog in his brain lifts; the panic eases for just a few moments but it only reveals more physical pain and he starts to shake. He knows he needs to sit down soon or he’ll be lying on the ground either way. So he slowly backs out of the room, hoping no one notices as his hands grasp at the wall for balance. He manages to stumble back to Document Storage before he hears someone calling his name. But he’s lost now, barely breathing as his heart stutters in his chest and he sinks to the floor.

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Martin had been watching Jon while Sasha spoke. Martin watched Jon a lot- innocently, of course, and Jon never seemed to notice. He was either willfully ignorant or really that oblivious.

Martin was starting to double down on the ‘willfully ignorant’ theory.

Jon was nodding along, sure. But his face held a detached blankness, as if each word were in one ear and out the other. Of course he would zone out during this conversation; it involved real, actual supernatural occurrences. He only contributed once, a vague promise to talk to Elias, who was turning out to be a very useless manager. Martin thought Jon was getting better about this. After all, he seemed to believe both Martin and Sasha’s stories. But he watched as Jon moved further and further out of the room when he should be contributing to the conversation. He disappeared down the hallway and Martin let out an irritated sigh, drawing Tim and Sasha’s attention.

“What’s up?” Tim asked from his perch on Sasha’s desk. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna figure this out-”

“It’s not-” Martin got up, starting to make his way down the hallway. “It’s Jon. I can’t believe he would just walk out on this. I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Martin-” Sasha sounded hesitant but he ignored her as he spotted the open door to Document Storage. Why would Jon go here instead of his office? This was Martin’s room with his things. And I didn’t exactly keep it clean. “Jon?” he called out. “Jon, you need to- what are you doing?”

The man was leaning against his cot, knees brought up to his chest as he stared at the floor. His glasses were tucked into his sweater and his hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it. And he was ignoring Martin in favor of whatever the hell he found so interesting about the floor. Martin stooped down to his level, ignoring the twinge in his knees on the cold cement. “What’s going on?” he asked again, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. God, Jon could be so infuriating at times, but he was still concerned.

Jon barely spared him a glance and tightened his arms around his knees, looking like a ball of tension. His shoulders moved very minutely upwards in a sort of shrugging motion and Martin thought he heard a mumble of ‘’nothing, fine,” under his breath and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He moved in closer, setting a firm hand on Jon’s bony shoulder- when did he get so thin?

“Look, I know it’s a lot,” Martin tried for comfort, though it was getting harder and harder to do so these days when the man refused to see reason. “But you can’t just bury your head in the sand whenever someone says something you don’t want to hear, alright? We’re all struggling and it would be a lot easier if we had a boss who actually listened instead of- shit.”

Jon was shaking so much. How had he not noticed? His breathing was off, like a sputtering engine as his white-knuckled grip dug into his knees. His face was ashen and sweaty. He was clearly unwell but he opened his mouth anyway in an attempt to respond. His eyes did not meet Martin’s.

“It’s- it’s all I think about,” he began, his voice more of a croak than the smooth baritone Martin was used to. “She’s after us, after you and Sasha and now there’s Michael and I don’t know what to do.” Martin watched in horror as his eyes filled with tears and his voice trembled. “And- and what if I go home and she’s waiting there? What if she gets Tim? What if we aren’t safe anywhere?” A slender hand shot out and grabbed onto Martin’s sweater, startling him as Jon’s eyes met his own with a desperate fervor. “I-I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. And Elias doesn’t even care, just w-watches while we all scramble around doing- doing-” his voice broke into a hacking cough and Martin couldn’t witness any more. He dislodged Jon’s hand and backed away. Seeing Jon like this was uncomfortable and he wasn’t sure what to do about it, so he went into his natural problem-solving mode. “I’m going to get you some water, yeah? You’re- you’re not well, we can talk about this later.” Despite keeping his voice soft and low, Martin watched as Jon shrunk into himself, desperately trying to stifle his coughs. “I’ll be right back.”

He hightailed it out of the storage area, eyes firmly on the ground and steps so quick he didn’t notice Tim until he ran right into him.

“Oof! What’s wrong, Martin?” Tim said as he grabbed him by the shoulder. “Boss giving you trouble?” Martin shook his head, voicing his next words as diplomatically as possible.

“He’s, um- I think he’s sick?” Tim’s brow furrowed in concern. “I’m just going to get him some water, yeah.” He walked off before Tim could ask another question; he didn’t want to leave Jon alone for too long but he also didn’t want to be subjected to Tim’s questioning.

It only took him a couple of minutes to grab some water and a cold towel but by the time he got back to the room Jon was laid out on his cot, eyes barely open as Tim said something Martin couldn’t hear and smiled softly at the man in the bed. He knew they’d all known each other before the Archives; it was something that he thought about quite a bit, to be honest. But he’d never really seen Jon interact with someone like this, so quiet and trusting that he nodded off right in front of them.

“There you are!” Tim said, uncharacteristically quiet. He reached out and Martin handed over the supplies, still stupefied by the whole situation.

“Just gonna let him sleep for a mo’ before I force this down his throat,” he chuckled as he gently placed the towel on his forehead. “Glad you checked up on him- didn’t realize he was having a rough go of it. I’m usually a bit more observant.”

“We’re all having a rough go of it, Tim,” Martin felt like he had to explain some of his frustration. “How did he let himself get to this point? I mean, he’s always so skeptical on the tapes but it turns out he’s worked himself up so much he’s sick and it doesn’t make any sense.”

“We all tell our lies, Martin,” The words weren’t said unkindly, but he remembered that Tim knew about his resume and though he didn’t think the man would ever tell anyone it did seem like the words were rather pointed. “His coping mechanism is all this skeptic nonsense. Don’t get me wrong, it’s terrible and very annoying,” Tim conceded, giving Martin a knowing look. “But not all of us ended up here accidentally. Most of us are here for answers. For a reason.” Tim’s far off look reminded him that he knew so little about the people he worked with. He wondered what Tim’s reason was, what Jon’s was. And if they would ever feel comfortable enough to confide in him.

Martin doesn’t know how to respond to those words, so he does what he does best- deflect and nervously offer his services. “I can throw the kettle on, maybe order some takeaway? Food would probably make him feel better.”

“Yeah, reckon it would,” Tim’s just staring at Jon as he fitfully dozed. Tim may not have been attacked directly but he looked tired and worried all the same. “He likes Thai.”

Martin noted the fact down for his mental file on Jonathan Sims. Hates spiders. Likes his tea with milk, no sugar. Hates my handwriting. Likes Thai. It’s not very comprehensive.

Later, when he’s making tea in the break room, he watches as Sasha slips into the hallway to Document Storage, attempting to go unnoticed. She’s got a hand to her shoulder like she’s trying to rub away the ache and Martin grabs some paracetamol out of the cabinet, knowing both her and Jon will need it. Everyone in the Archives likes to hide their pain, himself included. But maybe for one night they could help each other out. Four tired humans against two eldritch abominations.

Martin could get behind those odds.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065482

#asks #my writing #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #sickfic #prompt #panic attacks cw #taylortut #thank you for the prompt! i loved it

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shinwhoohoo · 3 years

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This is gonna be long sorry omgOn the differences in opinion- I think it has to do a lot with the level of involvement in B1A4 as a group. Seems like there were a lot of fans that were only fans for jy after litm but probably couldn't have named the other members so ofc they're gonna want jy back and take things like him leaving "b1a4 jinyoung" as his bio or whatev as a sign that he's "just left the company not the group!" (1/?)

(lmao can't believe that's still being said after A3 has put in so much work to continue as 3 like dont disrespect them like that please. They named their album origine for a reason bc it's like a rebirth lol jy is never coming back sorry everyone) And people that were like "who's gonna write their songs if jy is gone" w/o realizing they actually had 2 amazing songwriters in the group but CNU's songs were always crowded out by jy and jy always got the "jinthoven" credit or whatever. (2/?)

ANYWAY yeah i think it might come down to like singles fans vs full album fans if you know what i mean? i never had twitter so idk why it seems like more casual fans are over there though. On a side note I think A3 has made it clear that b1a4 is a three member group now and i don't see any future where jy would be allowed back in (not sure about baro, his situation was a lot different i remember talking to someone in like jan 2018 about how i though baro wouldn't resign his contract) (3/?)

Like i miss the 5 of them and i love them all but the level of trauma it was to A3 seems like it would be impossible to overlook. Like sometimes i wish i could be back w my ex but like it couldn't ever be the same as when it was good bc i've been hurt and we are different ppl bc of it and i feel like that's the same for b1a4 lol sorry to get personal. ot5 wouldn't be the same and what we have now with cnu, sd, and gc is better than anything a "current" ot5 would be. (4/?)

(but also my secret fever dream hope is that cnu and baro make some music together not as b1a4 just as a lil side project when sd and gc have to enlist lol obv not gonna happen but a girl can dream) okay that's it thank you for reading i don;t get to talk to anyone about b1a4 ever bc i deleted my tumblr and just come check in when something happens so i might have gone overboard but i loveee b1a4 so much and im sure everyone says this ab their fave group but b1a4 is special and the best (5/5)

Oh my gosh don’t apologize, there’s nothing I love more than getting a long ask like this!!

Totally. Jinyoung gained so much recognition After ‘Moonlight’ and being part of Produce 101 that a lot of fans probably just came on board at that time for him. And just being a fan of B1A4 because you’re a fan of his means you probably don’t follow what actually goes on with the rest of the members.

lol and I know-- you’d think naming the album ‘Origine’ and basically them talking about how it’s a fresh start as three etc. would be enough of a clue but again, who knows how closely these ‘fans’ are even following A3 now and what they say during promotions. It’s a shame though because they’re missing out on some really good CNU compositions. The whole ‘Jinthoven’ thing is funny-- at the time it started years ago I never thought much of it. But maybe it kinda got to his head after a while. And it definitely did overshadow the fact that CNU (and now Sandeul) also composes for the group.

The situation for sure seems different. I think Baro would probably be welcomed back sooner if it was of any interest to him. But Shindeulchan have for sure made it clear that the group is 3 for now. There’s been no mention whatsoever of ‘but we’ll welcome Jinyoung and Baro back’. There’s hardly been any mention of them, in general. And if there is, A3 doesn’t even refer to them by name so... yeah.

That’s a good point. When Baro and Jinyoung left, they started a new path for themselves. Prior to that, all five were on the same path, the same basic trajectory as a group who did so much together for 7+ years. Those paths no longer run together. So the last 2 and a half years has allowed them to grow differently, where even if they were all to get back together, it just might not be the same anyways.

god a 2woo single of mix tape would have been fire. Yeah, probably not gonna happen but I’ll share that dream with you 🥲

Thanks for dropping by and talking with me about it!! Even if you don’t have Tumblr anymore, anytime you wanna drop and ask to talk, feel free to~!

#b1a4 #jinyoung #cnu #baro #sandeul #gongchan #shindeulchan #origine #ot5 #produce 101 #moonlight drawn by clouds #text #ask #reply

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sundaywonder · 3 years

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the lost song : yoonmin

Getting ready to start fresh in life, physical education professor Park Jimin is just waiting to migrate to Australia with his daughter and girlfriend. Everything gets topsy-turvy when world-class music producer Min Yoongi—and also his secret ex-boyfriend—comes back home to South Korea to marry his it-girl fiancé. If that wasn’t bad enough for Jimin, Yoongi invites him to the wedding. It gets worse; it leaves him no choice but accept it to avoid spilling the beans.

Although the worst happened back then, it’s not enough for their forsaken what-ifs and unsaid feelings from making itself clear. The situation makes Jimin realize how jaded he was without Yoongi all the years they were apart—and vice versa. As they slowly pick up the broken pieces of the past, reality hits hard back at them again. There are two choices: to give up on love and live in the present or to run away and never look back.

Genre: Romance, Adult Fiction, Melodrama, Erotica

Fandom: BTS, BLACKPINK, Red Velvet, IU

Pairing: Suga & Jimin, Jimin & Rosé, Suga & Jennie, IU & Jungkook, Wendy & j-hope

Rating: M or R-18 — contains sensitive themes, strong language and graphic depiction of sexual activity

Status: Ongoing — 6/12

Link: Wattpad, ao3

Excerpt: The Flower Bloomed — 10 Years Ago

Yoongi, 20

I hurriedly go down the stairs while vigorously drying my head with a towel. I knew I would oversleep. Aside from being a deep sleeper, I’m also not used to waking up as early as 7 a.m. Nine is still pretty early if you’d ask me. The cool air last night made everything even worse. I shouldn’t have opened the windows.

Good thing my grandma heard Aunt Hyeja yelling outside our house. If she didn’t, I wouldn’t have even noticed that her and our other neighbors’ missed calls and text messages.

“Make sure none of the kids get injured, okay? We don’t have money for their hospital bills if ever,” reminds grandma as she followed me down. I don’t hear and comprehend what she said until five seconds later.

“Got it. Bye.” When I get out of our gate, I immediately see Aunt Hyeja who was waiting for me outside.

“We’ll get going, Auntie Dooshim!” exclaims Aunt Hyeja.

“Alright, have a safe trip!”

“I’m so sorry, Auntie. I really am.” She walks so briskly that I have a hard time catching up with her. Regardless, I feel like that’s how should it be; I must walk maybe two or three steps behind her after what I’ve done.

“Don’t think about it anymore. The kids are already in there. You know our numbers so contact us immediately if anything goes wrong. There’s a ton of food on the table so feed yourselves when you get hungry. Don’t leave at least one of them unattended. Never attend to the gate if it’s a stranger and refrain from telling them that an adult is not present—oh, how old are you again?”

“Twenty.”

“My bad. It slipped my mind that you’re already an adult. Anyway, did you understand everything clearly?” I just nod. Aunt Hyeja doesn’t seem to be mad but it’s fairly obvious that she’s already dying to leave. I discreetly peek at her watch which says 7:15 a.m. I can’t help but shake my head. I reminded myself endless times to do well in this babysitting gig but I still ended up ruining the first thing about it. There must be something really wrong with me.

After arriving in front of the home of my best friends, brothers Seokjin and Taehyung, she tells me, “Also, your Aunt Misun told me that Jimin won’t be able to attend the excursion because he’s sick. He’s going to be home alone today so I told him that he can contact you if he needs anything.”

I gulped as soon as I heard Jimin’s name and forced myself to act nonchalant. “W-what happened to him?” It was definitely hard to do so.

“He has fever,” she replied. “Don’t you guys get more written projects in lieu of not attending out-of-the-classroom activities?”

“Yes.”

“So, does it mean you like completing paperworks instead of attending trips and such?” I just let out a fake chuckle and nodded. I’m sure it wouldn’t sit with her when I say that I don’t like socializing and going to places with a lot of people. Aunt Hyeja is a social butterfly and—I don’t want to sound like I’m judging her (but maybe I am)—she’s not exactly the type of person to bother understand things deeper if it doesn’t concern her. Besides, it’s lengthy and we’re not that close for me to open up to her. An awkward giggle is probably better than an explanation.

The Kims already left when I entered and all the four kids were sleeping on the sofa in the living room, not even noticing my entrance. I decide to just sit on the floor and watch TV in low volume. My body is asking for me to sleep so badly that pinching myself isn’t working anymore. A faint regret is starting to form in my chest but I cut it out immediately.

After getting bored of the morning makjang drama that I forced myself to watch, I turn around to check on them. Jingoo—a cousin of Seokjin and Taehyung, as well as Namjoon who is also a cousin of the two—is already up but still lying on his stomach while silently watching the drama with me. Our eyes meet but he doesn’t say a word and just shifts his eyes back at the screen.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” I ask. Jingoo just nods. “What did you eat?”

“Seaweed rice balls and jeon.”

“Tell me when you’re hungry.” He just nods once again.

Our conversation awakens Taejoon, Chanbin and Yeongyu. Unlike Jingoo, they wanted to eat so I prepared the food that was left for us. Being alone with these kids who I barely know suddenly makes me feel weird for some reason. It’s probably because I don’t have any experience in babysitting. So far, it’s an alright deal. The money is good and you practically get paid to stay at home.

I leave them and go back to the living room, sitting beside Jingoo’s feet who hasn’t moved an inch ever since he woke up. “Where did they go?” He asks, not moving his eyes from the screen.

“A trip.”

“Event aunt and uncle? I thought it was a school trip.”

I let out a sigh and close my eyes. Some sort of hot energy constantly forms in my head the longer I talk to this kid. “I don’t know why. Ask them when they come back later.”

It got rowdy when they started to play. This is way worse than I imagined. Toy cars and guns are all over the place and I need to remind them every two to three minutes that they shouldn’t be shooting bullets on the TV screen, as well as the vases and figurines. None of my words seem to get to their tiny heads.

I take back what I said. I don’t want to this ever again. I wasn’t like this when I was a kid. Even my friends. We weren’t anything like this. Not even close. We were well-liked by the neighborhood in general because of that.

Out of the blue, my phone suddenly vibrated. My heart almost dropped on the floor when I read Jimin’s name on the screen.

[JIMIN :)

1 NEW MESSAGE]

All of a sudden, my heart started to pound like it wanted to get out of my chest. I took a deep breath before flipping my phone and pressing View.

[JIMIN :)

Hey, can I go there? It’s getting a little boring here.]

[ME (draft)

Of course! Bring what you need!]

I delete it before I could even think twice. I cringed at what I just typed.

[ME (draft)

Okay, but it’s a little loud here]

Maybe not. He might end up not going if I say that.

[ME

Sure]

[JIMIN :)

I’ll bring ramen]

[ME (draft)

Okay]

I press the end call button and just fold my phone instead. I immediately go to the bathroom and wash my face with soap and water. I run my wet hands through my hair as well. Just as I got out, someone knocked on the door.

“Don’t shoot on anything!” I yell before walking out the door.

“Hey,” greets Jimin as soon as I open the gate. Unlike his usual self, the gloomy aura surrounding him can be clearly felt. His face and shoulders seem wretched as well.

“Are you alright? You look so pale.”

“Trying to be.”

“Stay in Seokjin’s or Taehyung’s room if you want to get some rest. It’s a little rowdy in the living room.”

“Thanks. I’ll go text him.”

As soon as I hear Seokjin’s bedroom door close, I make an announcement to the kids. “Jimin’s sick. Don’t make any loud noises from now on.” It did subside but only for a short while. “You kids, anyone who makes loud noises will not get to eat lunch.” They stop playing tok look at me with a weird expression on their faces, as if they’ve never heard someone say such a thing to them before. A hint of fear can also be seen. I fucked up again, didn’t I?

Unlike what I said, I started to prepare lunch when the clock hit noon. The kids gathered at the table and chowed down as soon as the food was ready. Meanwhile, I got my own food and ate in the living room.

[ME (draft)

Hey, lunch is ready. Can you go down here?]

[ME

Lunch is ready, feel free to eat here.]

[JIMIN :)

What’s for lunch?]

[ME

Pork belly, barbecue, dumplings, rice and kimchi]

[JIMIN :)

Damn, will go there ASAP]

I wipe the droplets of sweat on my forehead. My breath keeps on running as if they are trying to get away from something… or someone. I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about this. It only makes me go crazier and crazier. Even my well-trained emotional suppression skills are barely working. Helpless, hopeless—that’s what I am.

“Hey!”

“Shit!” I hold to my chest in shock and turn around. “I-it’s you.”

“Yes, it’s me. You okay? You’re deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice me pass in front of you,” asks Jimin.

I shake my head. “I just zoned out.”

“Shit!” Taejoon mimicks while the other three laugh.

“Shit!” Chanbin and Yeongyu repeat in unison which makes them laugh even harder.

“Are you kids an adult to say that?” I ask.

“Shit!” The three exclaim, not even bothering to answer me.

Suddenly, I hear Jimin giggle softly—making me look back at him. “So, you can already laugh. Feeling better now?”

He just nods with a faint smile and takes a spoonful of kimchi stew. “Mmm, delicious. Did you cook?”

“Nope, one their parents probably.”

Neither of us talked after that; I just pretended the focus on my food while his eyes wandered around the place. Even though it feels like I need to say something, not a single word’s coming to my mind. My mouth is left agape from the urge to speak but not knowing what to say. For some reason, it seems to me that he’s feeling the same way. But how can I know for sure?

The kids come back to the living room not long after they have finished eating. I couldn’t thank the heavens enough; this is the only time today that I’ve actually become happy about their presence. Before they can even settle on their seats, I stand up to play the first Disney DVD my hand landed on: The Incredibles.

Jimin passes behind me so I look at him. He’s bringing my dirty plate with him to the kitchen. “Hey, s-sorry. You didn’t have to.”

He looks back and says, “Huh?”

“The plate.”

“Psh. It’s nothing.”

I follow him to the sink where he’s silently washing the dishes. He almost looks like he’s zoned out and submerged in his deep thoughts.

“Hey!” I jokingly yell from his back.

“Sh—!” He accidentally loses his grip on the plate he’s holding. It falls back to the sink, causing a small chip on the edge. “Oh, no…”

“I’m so sorry,” I say as I try to catch my breath. The plate looks expensive with all those blue Chinese prints. It most definitely came from an expensive dinnerware collection and Mrs. Kim would kill me if she sees this. I might have to babysit for nine or ten more times just to pay for the damage.

“Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.”

“But it looks expensive!”

“I was the one who lost grip on it, what are you being so worried about?” Jimin says with a faint giggle. I’m not buying it; he doesn’t sound amused at all. “Also, wanna watch?” He nonchalantly asks.

“This?” I ask back, pointing at the TV.

He just shakes his head. “Seokjin has a big collection up there.” I just looked blankly at him, deliberately making it obvious that I need more details to get what he’s saying. “Sola Aoi, Asami Yuma, Haruna Hana and so much more. We have everything we need up there!” I feel my whole body suddenly heat up upon hearing what he just said and my legs seem like they want to give up on me. “Hey, you okay?”

“Th-the kids…”

He takes a peek at them. “They’re already asleep.”

I look back at the kids and close my eyes in panic. Images of him being half-naked while beating off instantly flash in my mind. I vigorously shake my head along those thoughts. I can’t count how many times I saw him naked in the past. We even used to take a bath together along with the other guys when were younger. But this time everything’s different, especially to me, and it sucks big time. “Okay, then…”

He opens the dish dryer and puts all the now-squeaky clean plates, glasses, spoons and forks. “Don’t be so nervous. They’ll probably stay asleep until twilight or something.”

“Maybe,” I replied to him even if his words just seemed to bounce against my head. Naked. Naked. Naked. My mind just doesn’t seem to get tired about this goddamn word and keeps asking for more. Now, even the way he looks and smiles at me is starting to mean something else.

Jimin grabs my arm and pulls me until we reach Seokjin’s room. Before I could even react, the door was already locked and his pants and underwear were on the floor. My manhood starts to throb and harden as soon as my eyes lands on his half-naked body. He’s grown much bigger and thicker ever since I last saw him. That was a few years ago—same situation as now but with Hoseok and Taehyung, minus the feelings. To stop myself from completely breaking down out of panic and ruining everything for good, including our friendship, I just turn my head at a random teddy bear on Seokjin’s bed.

I sit beside him on the carpet and before also taking off my short pants and underwear. A strange kind of electricity seemed to charge on my body when I saw him look at my manhood. His mouth slightly gaped but he immediately closed it and focused on operating the DVD player. Since the tapes weren’t labeled, we don’t know what those contained. Jimin chooses just whatever. The video begins, and we see Sola Aoi who was wearing a provocative nurse uniform enter the hospital room where the middle-aged male patient was in.

I lean on the bed to relax and force myself to focus on the film. Jimin’s already starting to touch himself. He looks back at me with an unexplainable expression in his eyes. It’s been a while since I did this with them but I’m sure we didn’t look at each other while beating off, or maybe I’m just forcing weird meanings. At this point, I can’t even trust myself anymore.

I couldn’t help but start to actually beat off as soon as Sola started to moan. All of us in our group likes her the most for how irresistible she sounds when she’s getting fucked. It makes the film feel like 5D.

The film already ended but neither of us reached climax yet. When I was almost there, I stopped. I don’t know why but I felt like I needed to do so. As I try to catch my breath, I watch him while he did his business.

To my surprise, Jimin also stops and joins me in leaning on the bed, panting hard. He looked at me straight in the eyes, then his gaze dropped on my lips. “They look dry…”

Before I even knew it, our lips were all over each other and his tongue has successfully penetrated my mouth. Jimin’s hands start to explore inside my shirt before pulling it off of me. He removes his own next. My hands are frozen on his groin in disbelief. Everything seems like a dream but all of these are a hundred percent real.

“Jimin…” I mindlessly say.

“Do whatever you want to do to me.” He grabs my hand and places it on top of his manhood. “Don’t hold back.”

I pull his head and kiss him hard before pushing him down. Only God and I know how much he looks good with nothing on but his golden rolo chain necklace. “As long as you let me, I won’t.”

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If you’re reading until here, thank you so much! The Wattpad and ao3 links where you can read the whole story are available above.

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Masterlist

So, I’ve written a lot of things. A lot of stupid things. And I figured I might as well catalog them.

I’m also going to link my other accounts:

FF.net: psychicchameleon (for the love of God don’t read my old shit. I’m trusting you.)

Ao3: iloveyouthree_thousand

Note: everything is pretty Irondad centric unless otherwise specified.

one-shots:

and even if I’m gone, there’s always a place for you here -- “I wanted you to know that he never forgot about you. You meant a lot to him, to us. You were a part of this family too, and it didn’t feel right to not include you in our new home.”

it’s killing me to hold on (but I’m dying without you here) -- “I know!”, he snaps, turning to face the apparition, “God, Pete, don’t you get it? Every day I wait for the dream to end, but every single day that god damn sun rises and you still don’t come home.”

trope: Mister Stark -- “You’re not my dad, but you’re… something like that, I guess. Something special. You’re Mr. Stark.”

the graduation -- “He scanned the audience, and like a magnet, his gaze landed on May. And then Tony. Peter took a shaky breath. ‘Tonight, I’d like to talk about heroes.’”

a suit of armor around (his) world -- “He told me, once, that he didn’t think he’d rest until he could put a suit of armor around the world. I thought it was… a fever dream. But then I saw him look at you, wrapped up in that suit, and I realized that he’d already done it.”

sometimes a family is nothing more than a kid, his aunt, a guy-in-the-chair, and a handful of Avengers -- “Tony froze, a fuzzy warmth spreading in his chest as he searched Peter’s face for any indication that he understood the gravity of the statement he had just made.”

we push away the unimaginable -- “Tony didn’t know which scenario he was more afraid of: A pile of dust on the floor. Or May Parker, alive and well, having lost the one thing she had left to lose.”

and I’ll be right there with you, wherever you go -- “Ugh, you know that when you cry I cry,” she fans at her eyes desperately, “and Peter Parker if you make me smudge my makeup so help me–I will lock you in this room for the entirety of this wedding.”

you’ll always be my underoos -- “Jealousy was watching Morgan Stark crawl into her father’s lap, the two of them wearing matching grins as he held her tight, exchanging whispered I love you’s that were so easy and second-nature it hurt.”

sleep tight, I’ll be right here watching over you -- “If Tony had to choose between saving himself or saving you and Morgan—he’d choose you guys every time,” she tiled his head up gently, “it’s what parents do.”

in fourteen billion lifetimes, I’d still love you in every one -- “All I know is that,” he paused, waiting for Peter to meet his eyes, “in fourteen billion scenarios, he always brought you back. Ms. Potts, his little girl, and you were always a given.”

who tells your story? -- “He waited for the day that it wouldn’t hurt so bad, for the day he could tell his little girl about a superhero named Spider-Man, who knew an inordinate amount of B-list sci-fi trivia and cared about saving a stray cat as much as he cared about stopping a gang of arms dealers.”

you can take away my kid (but he’ll always be a part of me) -- “That kid—he ignited something parental in you before you even had a chance to fight it. We all knew you were a dad way before we found out Pepper was pregnant.”

five times Peter Parker could hear Tony’s heart beating (and the one time he couldn’t) -- “It helps Peter to hear his heartbeat. He knows that. As long as Tony’s heart kept beating in his ears, Peter knew he wasn’t going anywhere.”

there are moments that the words don’t reach -- “Peter was gone and he was alone and there was nothing to say anymore, because the worst had come and gone and Tony had let it happen with only two words of protest: you’re alright.”

the beginning of a future that could’ve been -- “Tony called Peter down to Pepper’s office under the guise of meeting up for lunch. Instead, he presented him with a plaque that he’d had rush-ordered, solidifying his position as the newest intern at Stark Industries.”

and we might not be able to save everyone (but I’ll be damned if I can’t save you) -- “I’ve been here, too, at the end of my rope. Because you’re a superhero, right,” he chokes, “a card-carrying member of the 'earth’s mightiest heroes’ club, but they don’t tell you when you sign up how much it absolutely sucks.”

The Cherry-Red Porsche 944 Turbo [from five-ish times Peter didn’t call Tony ‘dad’] -- “I don’t care how many times you save Queens, if you ever have to call AAA, then I feel like I’ve failed as a mentor.”

and they say a picture is worth a thousand words (but I never understood that until now) -- “Before they realized what was happening, it had become a tradition. Still, they’d never voice the fact that it was Father’s Day. It was just a random day that they happened to spend together. Annually.”

just get back up (when it knocks you down) -- “He said there’s always a choice, but I could see his face, Mr. Stark. He didn’t look like he had a choice. And in a different life, in a million different scenarios… that could’ve been me.”

because I don’t know what I’d do without you -- “You’re not my dad!” The words blurt out of Peter’s mouth before he’s even aware of them. Silence hangs thickly in the air. Peter’s voice is wobbly, softer, as he repeats, “you’re not my dad.”

sometimes parenthood hits you when you least expect it (but you accept it all the same) -- “You don’t just get to walk out on him because it got hard. He’s had enough taken away from him. I can’t watch him lose you too.”

blood or not, when you love someone three-thousand, they’re your family too -- “Peter’s brain is going haywire, trying to process the fact that this tiny human he’s never met before is calling him Petey and clinging to him like a long lost friend.”

Anthony Stark [from Stark: An American Musical] -- “Holy mother of—you bastard, orphan, son of a—good God that hurts.”

I still believe in heroes -- “Heroes make mistakes, kid, it’s part of the job. We continue to believe in them anyway, we have to, because the second we don’t… I—none of us should live in a world like that.”

trope: coming out -- “Pride means a lot of things to a lot of people. And sometimes, it’s nothing more than taking a breath and looking in the mirror and smiling because you’re you and that’s enough.”

bullet point fics and headcanons:

you win some (but, oh, you lose so much more) -- “That’s the way life goes; some people win, and off to the side, in the shadows, some people lose.”

it takes two to tango (and to give a certain Spider-Kid ‘The Talk’) -- “Come on, kid,” Tony breathes, accepting that this is his life now, “the sooner you ask the question the sooner we both get out of this special form of hell.”

back to the future past -- “Past Tony has come to expect their company, and even though he doesn’t know if time travel is something they should really be messing with, he’s really never been able to say no to his kids.”

prompt: birthday cake -- “The problem, however, is that it becomes a tradition: Peter Parker gets chocolate-coconut batter on the ceiling and all over his face. And every year, Tony chokes down a slice of the death cake just to see the kid smile.”

from one father to another -- “Scott almost didn’t do it.After all, a man who moved his family to the middle of nowhere is probably a man that wants to be left alone.”

the proposal -- “You’re a hopeless romantic, you know. A balcony, really? Don’t think I didn’t catch that reference.” Pepperony.

AC/DC -- “I’m warning you, kid, fun and games aside—you do not, under any circumstances, disrespect that song in this house.”

for the next Tony Stark -- [not really a fic, but kinda reads like one]

you’re here, there’s nothing I fear (and I know that my heart will go on) -- “Because if he was a sinking ship then she was the captain. Maybe the damage was too deep this time and he couldn’t be saved. She’d still do everything in her power to get him to float again.” Pepperony.

lean on me (and I’ll help you carry on) -- “When Rhodes finds out he’s living with Tony Stark, he thinks it’s a joke. One thousand, four hundred and twenty-eight incoming freshman, and he gets paired up with the prepubescent heir to Stark Industries?” James Rhodes & Tony Stark.

suit up -- “…and before you get any ideas, you’d be a junior groomsman, so no open bar and definitely no bachelor party, but for all the other stuff… well, I’d like you to be there.”

next time, you ride with me -- “For just a moment, he wants to let his best friend will carry him home -- again -- and believe everything will be okay.”

we’re in the endgame now -- [again, not really a fic, but kinda reads like one.]

Spider-Man: FFH deleted scene -- “Ms. Potts?” he calls down from the landing, gripping Morgan tighter in his arms, “w-what do you mean, ‘we need to keep him out of the city?’”

dialogue posts & incorrect quotes:

(warning: most of these are so short I debated even putting them here)

Karen’s namesake

Your name is what now?

I’ve had an epiphany.

You ate a banana?!

Peter Parker’s Intervention

Itsy Bitsy Avenger

Pour some sugar on me (except it’s salt and it’s in my coffee)

Tony’s Code Red

He could be stabbing me, and I’d still be proud of him.

Jurassic Park

Gullible

#masterlist #fics

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JIKOOK FIC REC

I made this whole thing once before and accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over so RIP me. This time there will be less oneshots but that’s because I’ve read a fuck ton of chaptered fics this year so get ready.

ONESHOTS

The Arrangement: Jikook are roommates in the BTS dorm and often find themselves sleeping in the same bed. the problem is Jungkook keeps waking Jimin up with his morning wood. Jungkook is in denial about his gayness and Jimin is hiding his until they come up with a little plan. Jimin will help him get rid of his boners so that Kookie’s sexual frustration will go away and stop waking Jimin up in the morning simple right? This is low-key really hot but I wish it was longer.

A Knight’s Duty: Who doesn’t love a little porn with a plot am I right? Jungkook is in charge of guarding the crown prince Park Jimin, and it’s no secret that Jimin likes to get up to more than inappropriate things with the pretty knight. Read it read it read it

Thigh Highs: This one is super cute and super hot all at the same time. Jungkook comes home to find Jimin wrapped up in blankets and christmas lights. When he asks Jungkook to unwrap him he finds that Jimin is only wearing a t shirt and some thigh high socks. I swear this is some actual shit that Jikook would do, it makes me giddy.

Live in Osaka: oh boy I LIVE for this oneshot. It’s based on the iconic vlive where Tae cock blocks Jikook by coming into Jungkook’s hotel room. you know the one “Jungkookie isn’t wearing any clothes” and Jimin hiding in the bathroom, yeah that one. Anyway this fic does a good job of describing the gay chaos that was this vlive.

The Adventures of Jikook boyfriends: Okay this is precious. It’s a series of 12 oneshots in which Jikook are domestic as fuck. It’s so cute and fluffy (with the tinniest hint of smut) and definitely worth the read.

White T-shirts and Brown Timberlands: shit. yes. okay. I swear this is an emotional rollercoaster. It made me laugh and cry and smile. Jimin and Jungkook have been together for eight years and Jimin realizes that it’s finally coming to an end as he holds the divorce papers in his hands. YOU GUYS, if this doesn’t hook you right away I don’t know what will. Don’t worry it has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it won’t make you cry.

Okay those are the only really good oneshots that I’ve read in a while so now on to the juicy stuff, the Chaptered fics. There’s actually so many of these that I’m not sure I’ll even have time to put them all down but I’m going to try my darn best.

CHAPTERED FICS

Comfort in lies: First things first TRIGGER WARNING there is rape and non consensual activity in this fic so if that bothers you in any way this may not be the one for you. That doesn’t dominate the whole story though. It’s canon compliant and is mostly about how Jungkook and Jimin come to terms with their feelings for each other. It made me cry big time just a warning. Their relationship in this is so pure and precious and not toxic like a lot of fics. Highly recommend this one (36 chapters)

Like Fire, Like Stone: YES YES YES. This is yet another fic that made me bawl like a little child. It’s a shadow hunters AU but don’t worry you don’t need to know the show to enjoy this (I’ve never seen it and still love this fic). Jimin and Jungkook are childhood best friends that become each other’s Parabatai which is a bond made between two soldiers that connects them spiritually in order to help them in battle. The thing is parabatai are forbidden from being anything more than platonic, which is very hard for Jungkook when he starts to realize he may feel more for Jimin than he should. Please read this, it’s so good. (12 chapters)

High For This: It’s easy to grasp. Jimin is a stripper and a certain young Jungkook starts to pay for all his time. It’s here that Jungkook convinces Jimin to be his BDSM sub. This is cute and sexy and also angsty. But still good check it out (18 Chapters)

All Your Glory: Fucking yes, this is so great. Jungkook and Jimin are both from rich powerful families that also happen to be sworn enemies. The two are supposed to hate each other and they somewhat do when they aren’t fucking each other’s brains out. Fuck buddy AU meets enemies to lovers AU meets business men AU. it’s fucking good okay? Read it (11 chapters) +a second part to the series.

Whiskey: out of all the fics I’ve read in the past couple months this one stands out in my mind a lot. All I have to say is that if you read this please please listen to the music that goes with it because it’s an experience. Jimin is an omega cam boy but even with all the thirsty alphas watching him Jimin won’t ever succumb to his natural instincts, he’s independent and doesn’t need an alpha. However that changes when one of his viewers sends in his shirt and his smell sends Jimin into heat. this fucking hot and Pyscojimin has a twisted little mind that I love. (15 chapters)

crushes are the plague (and I caught your fever): Jungkook is the school bad boy and everyone knows that he has a reputation. However what people don’t know is that he’s dating the school angel and class president Park Jimin. this is so freaking cute but also really hot and I love it so much. (30 chapters)

Longing: a yearning desire: cry’s in Jikook. This is a soulmate AU in which the first words that your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist when you turn 18, unless your soulmates has already died. When Jungkook turns 18 his wrist is blank. This is really beautiful and Jimin is so soft here? I love love love this one so check it out. (11 chapters)

Cherry: AAAHHH. Good old ABO fic. This is actually the sweetest thing it gives me butterflies inside. Jimin and Jungkook are childhood neighbors and best friends. When they are young they can’t help but sent each other and nuzzle into each other’s necks even though their parents get angry and try to stop them. Jungkook likes that Jimin smells like cherries. This is so freaking good you guys. there’s fluff and smut and angst and everything nice. (25 chapters)

Where you Belong: if Daddy kink makes you uncomfortable do not read this fic. I personally find this one absolutely adorable. Jimin thinks that he may be a little and decides to sign up for a website in order to find a daddy where he meets Jungkook. (There isn’t really any age regression here it’s mostly just Jimin being fragile and soft). It’s very sweet and soft (30 chapters)

(my heart beats) for you: Oh my God this one is so freaking cute. Jungkook becomes friends with Park Jimin who gets bullied at school. He thinks Jimin is the most adorable boy he’s ever laid eyes on from the day they meet and well into their older years. This warms my heart. There’s fluff and smut here which is a perfect combo. (4 chapters)

Times Six: Okay I am SO SORRY. I know this is utter filth and completely fucking crazy but I HAD to add this fic. I don’t want to go into too many details and keep you from being surprised. Jungkook gets chosen for a super secret scientific project. As it turns out, super genius Park Jimin has succeeded in human cloning. When I say this is udder filth I really don’t say it lightly so please be cautious and good fucking luck to anyone that reads this one. (5 chapters)

Falling for you again: Okay I remember reading this but I don’t actually remember if I liked it or not. I think I might have? who knows I read too much fanfiction. Anyway Jungkook gets into a car accident that leaves him badly damaged and erases his memory, specifically the memories of his boyfriend Jimin. The tags say happy ending so I assume that this one won’t make you cry too much....(4 chapters)

Into You: I read this a long time ago but I do remember liking it. Jimin is a very famous model and Jungkook is his bodyguard, but the fans don’t have to know that they are actually much more than that. There’s fluff and there’s smut and there’s angst so what more do you want. (7 chapters)

Expiration Date: Yes yes yes, a million times yes. I’m just going to add part of the actually story summary because they can put it into words better than I can “The age old story of two people that love each other so much that they are reincarnated because their bond is stronger than death. Take that, multiply it by 20, and switch the word love with hate.” Basically Jimin and Jungkook are like the opposite of lover soulmates. They are reincarnated and in every life they find each other, but the thing is once they meet all their memories of their past lives come back and they only have three months to live before they die and have to start it all over. THIS IS SO GOOD READ IT (30 chapters)

Appetite For Stars: Okay so you’re going to read the summary for this one and go “what the fuck”, but hear me out. The first chapter is defiantly uncomfortable so let’s get that shit out of the way. The second chapter is the reason that this fic is on here and don’t worry their is no pedo shit or underage sex. The second part to this fic is something I find very interesting so don’t get turned off by the first part. I”ll let you dive into this one alone (2 chapters)

Redo: Gonna be honest don’t remember this one too well, it was pretty far back in my ao3 history. Jungkook tries to get over his ex by having a one night stand and soon finds out that that one night stand just so happens to be his new roommate. (7 chapters)

Mono no aware: Ah the old “We were married and got a divorce so I haven’t seen you in years but suddenly you show up in my life again trope”. I think you can probably guess how this one goes, I highly recommend (10 chapters)

Tastes like victory: Why are there so many fics where Jimin is like a fragile stripper? Where does that even come from? But this fic is still really good, Jungkook is an underground fighter that meets Jimin, he teaches him how to defend himself from some nasty clients. (13 chapters)

Twelve: A New Chance: This one has a very interesting concept. For every person that you fall in love with it leave a mark on your skin. Gold is the most rare meaning that person is your soulmate. Black means mutual love, you may not be destined for each other but you’ll love each other none the less, and red means unrequited love. So far Jimin has 11 red marks. (13 chapters)

Coconut Head and McThiccens: Holy SHIT. Okay this might be my favorite fic on this list. I kid you not this is one of the softest and cutest jikook fics I’ve read in my life and I can’t believe I only found it recently. Jungkook is super boring and emotionless, almost like a robot. Jimin is the asshole of the school that everyone avoids because they know that he’ll tear the shit out of them if they get too close. However, Jungkook seems to be immune to anything Jimin does no matter how hard he tries to get a reaction, it frustrates Jimin. please please please read this oh my God you won’t regret it. It’s not finished yet there are still two chapters to go, but the author is updating soon (33/35 chapters)

Alrighty I think that’s the end of this Jikook fic rec. There are more chaptered fics that I didn’t add to the list just because they weren’t special enough for me to remember/recommend. Enjoy all the jikook!

#jikook #jikook fic rec #fic rec #bts #bts fic rec #Jikook fluff #jikook smut #bts fanfiction #jikook fanfiction #here is the jikook fic rec that I promised I hope you enjoy

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Chapter Six: Ready or Not

The chapters might start to slow a bit now because I start school next week and my beta-reader, @thatbarricade, starts school later this week, but I’ll still try to post these when I can. Please enjoy!

Summer was still kicking, though this July night was cooler than most. The group of eight decided to take advantage of the cool night and cram into Courfeyrac and Combeferre’s living room to watch a movie. There was some debate over what was to be watched, but in the end, it was decided that a horror movie on Netflix would be fun.

“Why are we watching a horror movie?” Enjolras asked. He’d never been a fan of them. There were times when Jehan would try to get him to watch one with them; he’d always managed to find a way out of them.

“You’re just scared,” Jehan pointed out.

“I’ll proudly admit that.” Enjolras scoffed. “Why would anyone watch something to scare themselves? I personally don’t find enjoyment in terrifying myself, so I’m not going to watch them.”

“Well, what’s one that’s not too scary?” Courf asked. “Barbodook wasn’t too bad.”

“It Follows was good,” Feuilly voiced.

“You don’t show that movie to a virgin. It’ll turn them off for life.” Bossuet shook his head.

“Says the virgin,” Courf snorted and the room burst into laughter.

“Cabin in the Woods is pretty good. Chris Hemsworth is in it. It uh...what’s the PS4 game with Freddie Mercury in it?” Ferre snapped his fingers trying to remember what it was called.

“What?” Marius chuckled.

“The...I don’t know. Something to do with the morning?” Ferre shook his head. “It’ll come to me when I’m trying to sleep tonight, I swear to God.”

“You mean Until Dawn?” Jehan offered. “With Rami Malek?”

“That’s the one! Thank you.” Ferre nodded. “It’s a little like that, but without the prank thing. Also, there are zombies instead of windagoes.”

“That sounds...doable…” Enj gave in. He wasn’t going to stop the other seven from enjoying their night, but he appreciated their efforts in trying to compromise with him.

“We’ll turn the lights on when it gets dark if the movie’s still on,” Joly said. “I’m not a huge fan of horror movies either, but Bossuet loves them. That’s our rule. He can pick the movie, but the lights stay on after it gets dark.”

“Oh! If we don’t want total horror and gore is alright with everyone, Cabin Fever is good too. It’s about this flesh-eating disease that gets spread through a town’s water supply.” Grantaire sat on the couch next to Enjolras. He placed the bowl of microwave popcorn on the coffee table before leaning back and put his arm around Enjolras’s shoulders.

“Who votes for what?” Enjolras asked, leaning into R’s side. “Most voted Cabin in the Woods.”

“Wait, what one do you want to watch?” Bossuet asked, looking to Enjolras.

“I asked what people want to watch. I can’t vote.” Enjolras dismissed. “The Cabin thing got more votes.”

“You were able to catch that?” Feuilly asked. “Sounded like one big mess to me.”

“He’s gonna be lawyer,” Courf put in. “He needs to start practising that sort of thing. Hearing separate answers in one big, yelled mess.”

“You haven’t been in the same room with his parents and his maternal grandparents. They’re always talking over and interrupting each other. Now that’s a mess.” Jehan shook their head. “Your grandparents are cool, Enjy. It’s your parents that can kiss my nonbinary ass.”

“Alright, let’s get this movie going,” Joly said, taking the PS4 controller from Ferre’s hands. “I haven’t seen this one, I don’t think.”

“It’s not my favourite, but it’s good,” Courf nodded. “It’s not the highest on the jump scare factor, so I’m in favour of it.”

“I hate jump scares.” Feuilly shuddered.

“Don’t play Until Dawn,” Jehan, Ferre, Courf, and Enjolras said together.

“Are you familiar with horror movies, Marius?” Courf asked. The boy had been basically silent up to this point.

“Not really, no.” The shaggy-haired teen shook his head. “I’ve read a couple of mystery books, but there were all crime mysteries and not related to monsters or anything like that.”

Marius was newer to the group than Enjolras and Jehan. Ever since the day at the beach a week ago, Courfeyrac and Joly had taken an older brotherly liking to the teen. He was still rather shy around the group, but he was glad to have more friends and a chance to spend more time away from his grandfather’s.

Between dates with Cosette, work, spending time with Eponine, and now hanging out with the boys, he was hardly home anymore. His grandfather wasn’t too pleased, but Marius couldn’t be happier. The school wasn’t even in session yet and he was already spending more time out of the mansion-like house. He figured that he’d rarely see his grandfather at all between school, work, clubs, Cosette, and his new friends.

*****

Enjolras had stayed glued to Grantaire’s side ever since the movie had started. Every time there was a bump in the movie or there was a thud from across the house when someone got up for the bathroom, he’d flinch and tuck into R’s side. Ferre and Courf were doing well since both of them had seen the movie already, though Courf would still jump every now and again. Jehan and Feuilly were clinging together most of the time while Joly was seated comfortably on Bossuet’s lap.

“I don’t get why this so scary,” Enjolras spoke up after a long while. “I mean, there are so many scientific reasons why zombies are impossible.”

“Yet so many of how they are,” Joly said. His voice was muffled by Bossuet’s shoulder.

“Not proved or believable ones, though.” Ferre put a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

A door in the movie slammed and everyone but Ferre, Courf, and R jumped. Feeling that the movie was making the room too serious, Courf leaned forward, took a handful of popcorn, tossed a piece at Enjolras, and put the rest in his mouth like he hadn’t done anything.

Enjolras, whose eyes were glued to the TV, squealed when the popcorn bounced off the back of his hand. Grantaire chuckled, hoping to anything and everything holy that Enjolras couldn’t feel the butterflies flying around his stomach.

Grantaire looked at Enj and opened his popcorn filled fist when Enjolras reached out to it. The blond took a piece and aimed for Courf, but ended up hitting Joly instead, which inevitably lead to a full-blown popcorn fight.

Marius took the pillow behind him and used it as a shield to deflect the debris, using his other hand to throw pieces at the other boys. Bossuet had tried to reach for just a handful and ended up knocking half the bowl onto the floor when he lost his balance and slipped.

The horror movie continued to play in the background, though it was all but forgotten. Popcorn flew from every direction; most of them had popcorn in their hair. They were laughing and shrieking, and probably disturbing their neighbours, when a single knock sounded at the front door, echoing throughout the room. Everyone froze.

“Someone’s got to answer the door.” Jehan broke the silence.

“Nose goes!” R yelled, everyone, touching their pointer fingers to their noses.

“Courf.” Ferre nudged his boyfriend with his elbow.

“You’re not afraid of zombies,” the younger protested.

“Because they don’t exist.” Ferre nodded. “I’m just too lazy to get off the couch. Go answer the door.”

“Fine. If I die, it’s on-”

“Go.” R gave Courf’s shoulder a push. He sat back down again, Enjolras curling back into the brunet’s side.

Courf opened the door, his heart pounding. “Hell- Oh.”

“Is Julien here?” Came a woman’s voice.

“Who the hell is Julien?” Bosset asked.

“Mother?” Enjolras pushed himself off the couch. “What are you- How did you-”

Combeferre leaned forward on the couch. “Enjolras, I-”

“Oh god.” Enjolras pushed past Courf and walked outside, shutting the door behind him. “You can’t just show up here.”

“Your friend gave me the address and said to wait at least a week before coming to see you.” Mrs. Enjolras said, fiddling with the zipper of her purse. “You weren’t answering your phone. I thought I’d come down to see if you were doing well.”

“If someone isn’t answering calls and texts, it means they don’t want to talk to you. I blocked both you and father’s numbers. Neither of you cared how I was that night last week, so I assumed you still don’t.”

“Julien, I do care about you. You’re my so-”

“No. I’m not. Not anymore. You stopped being my mom- I was no longer your son- the second you let your husband kick me out the door. You know, I didn’t block your numbers until the other night. Not until five days after I was out of the house. No calls, no texts, I thought you had completely cut me off. So I completely cut you off.

“If I’m your son, where you when I was going through my first panic attack? When I was feeling like I was a monster, a letdown, and a disappointment. It’s Combeferre who holds through the pain, who kisses my forehead each night before I go to bed. It’s Courfeyrac who makes me laugh when I feel like I can’t even breathe anymore. It’s Grantaire who teaches me how to cook and who tells me I’m not alone, or that I’m not a freak because of everything that’s happened. If I’m your son, where the hell have you been?”

*****

“Is everything alright?” Marius asked slowly, tucking one of the pillows to his chest.

Courf, Ferre, Jehan, and R all looked at each other, wondering how much was okay to reveal. They didn’t want to say anything that would upset their blond friend, but they knew that the questions would come later if none of them said anything now.

“He doesn’t get along with his parents,” Was what R settled with. “He came out recently and his parents didn’t take the news so well.”

“Is that why he always beats me here?” Marius asked.

“He lives here.” Ferre nodded. “Has been for a little over a week now.”

*****

“Things have been rough with your father, Julien. I haven’t been able to get away much. He doesn’t want me talking to you at all. Every time I text or call you I have to delete the records. You know how he is— he’d be upset if he found out I’ve been trying to contact you.”

“Then how are you here?” Enjolras leaned against the stair’s railing and crossed his arms.

“He’s at a business meeting and won’t be home for a few hours.”

“You sneaked out.” He scoffed. “Mother, you aren’t married to the man. You’re a serf. No one would blame you if you divorced him. He’s a monster. Even you know that. I’ve heard the things he yells at you. You’ve heard the things he’s yelled at me.”

“I can’t leave him.”

“You can’t have me while you’re with him.”

Enjolras thought a moment, trying his damnedest not to show any of the wild seas of emotions flooding around his head and his heart. “You can’t pick your family. You can’t. But you can make one if everyone tries. Mother, I tried. I did. It was just one-sided. Those people in there-” he pointed at the door to the house- “are my family now. They all accepted me with open arms. I’m basically a stranger to all of them but Ferre and Jehan. They didn’t give a second thought to welcome me and Jehan into their family.”

“I do want you. I do love you. You know I do. Please, let me show you.”

“Why didn’t you show me the night you let father throw me out? How is that showing you cared? Grantaire mentioned you helped to pack up some of my things when he went with Combeferre and Courfeyrac. Why didn’t you try to stop them? You all but signed my lease!”

Enjolras cursed himself as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was tired of crying this week. The boy had finally felt like he belonged, and here was his mother making a mess of things all over again.

*****

Grantaire looked at the door, the worry heavy in his eyes when the group heard Enjolras’s muffled voice outside. The pained look turned to Combeferre, silently asking if either of them should go out and see what was happening. Combeferre gave a subtle shake of his head in response. The interaction went unnoticed by the rest of the group.

*****

“Julien, you don’t need to cry.” She tried to reach out to the boy, but that night was already racing before his eyes. His father striking him. The skin below and around his eye was still a yellow-green as the skin was continuing to heal.

Enjolras took a step back, moving too quickly and losing his balance. He hit the back of his head on the door as he landed, catching himself on his hands and scraping the heels of his palms on the step.

“Don’t touch me. J-Just go.” The dam broke and the woman scurried off to her car just as the door opened, Ferre and Grantaire appearing on the front steps.

“What was that?” Ferre knelt in front of Enj while R knelt beside the blond. The sandy-haired teen looked over his shoulder to see Mrs. Enjolras’ car pulling onto the road and out of sight.

“I’m fine.” Enjolras sniffled. “I’m fine.”

“Your hand’s bleeding.” R said, holding his friend’s wrist to get a better look at his palm.

“I’m fine.” Enjolras tried to pull away from R, but he pulled Enj into a side hug.

“Did she hurt you? What happened?” Ferre asked, looking over Enjolras’s palm.

“She reached for me and I just...freaked out, I guess. I lost my footing and bounced my head off the door.” He didn’t try to stop himself from laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. “I’m a mess, huh?”

Ferre chuckled. “Maybe a little. That just means you fit in perfectly with our group of messes in there.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about. We’ve all got something fucked up at home.” Grantaire hugged Enj a little tighter before helping him up.

“Let’s get you inside. I’ll clean your hands and get you some ice for your head.” Ferre opened the door and was shocked to hear the vacuum going. “Whose idea was this?”

“Jehan’s,” Courf, Bossuet, and Feuilly answered in unison.

While the three were talking on the porch, the others had taken it upon themselves to clean up the mess of popcorn after Jehan’s suggestion. Joly was the one running the vacuum; Marius was heating up more popcorn in the microwave while Jehan refilled everyone’s drinks from the two litres in the fridge.

“Thanks, boys.” Ferre walked Enj to the bathroom and had him sit on the side of the bathtub so he could disinfect the younger’s hands. Ferre had closed the door behind them.

“I’m sorry, Enjy. I shouldn’t have said anything to her about where you were. It wasn’t my place and I wasn’t thinking.”

“I appreciate what you were trying to do, Ferre. I’m not mad or upset, or anything. I don’t think I ever could be at you. Not really. I just… You’ve been here for me in ways that you shouldn’t have to be. And that goes for R too. You guys don’t have to raise me, that’s not your job. You didn’t even have to take me in and you did anyway. I owe you so much.”

“You don’t owe me anything. You’re my best friend and you’re crazy if you think I was going to let you stay out on the streets. You needed a place to stay, I just happened to have that place. It’s a no-brainer, Enjy. Courf and I have really enjoyed you living with us for the last week. Courf’s an only sibling and he’s found four in you, Marius, Jehan, and Gav.”

“Can I change the topic?”

“Slight sting.” Enjrolas flinched a little when Ferre gently touched the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol to the bloody scratches on his palm. “What’s up?”

“How did...How did you know you had feelings for Courf?”

“Well, I always felt natural around him for one thing. We never hide anything from each other. I don’t know exactly when I started having feelings for him. I just heard him laugh one day, the same laugh like any other day, and I knew. No singing angels like they show in the movies. I don’t know what it was. I mean, he was just being his weird, yet adorable, self and I just thought, ‘Ferre, this is the guy you’re going to marry.’”

*****

“R, can I talk to you on the porch?” Courf requested. A few of the boys made sounds like grade-schoolers do when a classmate gets called to the office.

The two curly-haired young men stepped out on the porch, no anxiety or tension between them.

“What’s up, Courf?”

“You know how I’ve been giving you constant fuss over your crush on Enjolras?”

“No. I had no idea you’ve been saying anything about it.” R’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “If you came out to kick my ass, I haven’t made a move on him.”

“No, no. That’s not why- You’re a boxer.”

“And?”

“I couldn’t kick your ass if Joly and Feuilly were helping me.”

“Probably not, no,” R chuckled. “That’s beside the point. What about my crush on Enj?”

“I’m not going to give you shit about it anymore.”

“No? What changed your mind?”

“The way you look at him. You look at him the same way Ferre and I look at each other… I thought, for a couple of days, you liked him because of his looks. Because he’s new to the group. I guess I should have known better than that.”

“I’m a little hurt you thought that, but I get where you’re coming from. You’ve met my father before— and there’s an old saying, ‘like father, like son.’ But yeah. I don’t like him because of his looks. Those are just a plus, man.”

Courf shook his head. “Just, don’t do anything until he’s 18. Please.”

“Why does that make you so uneasy? He’s like a year and a month younger than me.”

“I don’t know. Just, you’re 19...You can watch porn and smoke and shit. It’s weird. An adult dating an 17-year-old? Just, ugh.”

“We’ve talked about age differences, you know. He wouldn’t be grossed out by it.” R chuckled at the mock look of horror on Courf’s face. “So you’re done bullying me over my crush?”

“Yep. No more teasing. I’ll even tell you if and when I think he’s got a crush on you. Dude, this is gonna be so much fun. I haven’t gossiped like this since high school.” Courf opened the door and lead the way inside.

“You gossiped about crushes in high school?” Grantaire closed the door behind him.

“Hell yes. I was openly gay in high school. Girls would come to me to see if a dude was gay or who he was dating. I’m telling you, I was the GBF of my time.”

“Are we finishing the movie tonight?” Jehan asked, setting the cookie tray loaded with cups on the coffee table.

“We’ve got to,” Enjolras said as he and Ferre emerged from the bathroom. “You and Pontmercy refilled snacks.”

“Everyone can crash here if we can make the space,” Fere invited. “The couch pulls out into a bed, and we can get blankets for people sleeping on the floor.”

“We can fit maybe three people on each of our beds. We can fit everyone,” Courf confirmed. “Let’s get this movie goin’ again.”

*****

By the time the credits were rolling most of the group was asleep. Enjolras was sleeping, tucked into Grantaire’s side as he had been before. Ferre was half asleep in Courf’s arms, Courf nodding off every now and again himself. Jehan and Feuilly were leaned against each other, falling asleep, while Joly and Bossuet were curled up together on the floor watching the cartoon Netflix had put on. Marius had decided to drive home for the night and get some real sleep in his own bed, as he had work in the morning.

Grantaire kept a light hand on Enjolras’s head, mindlessly playing with the golden locks that slipped between his fingers. A couple of times he adjusted how he was sitting; each time Enjolras would shift closer in his sleep, nuzzling his nose against R’s shoulder.

“Hey, R?” Courf whispered sleepily with a small smile.

“What?”

“I think he does.”

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Sera Shadow - Chapter 5 (Ivar X Sera)

Rating: M - Mature (angst, swearing, violence, murder, smut)

Genre: Drama, angst

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****************************************************************************************************Sera goes dark…..

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Ubbe yawned, stretching his arms high above his head, grunting as the muscles popped and loosened. Hvitserk was already half-way through his bowl of porridge, Sigurd was still sweetening his and Ubbe hadn’t yet started.

“Where’s Ivar?” Hvitserk asked around a mouthful. It had become their unspoken tradition for the four brothers and Sera to gather for breakfast. This morning, the youngest two were missing.

“Probably still sleeping, I’ll go get them,” Ubbe mumbled, stumbling to his feet. He was still yawning and rubbing his eyes as he approached the smaller cabin, and although faint sounds reached his ears, they didn’t penetrate his doze.

Ubbe knocked once as he pushed the door open. “Ivar, Sera, wake up. Breakfast is ready-” his eyes were drawn to the corner, where Ivar’s furs were moving, undulating in a familiar fashion. Suddenly, Ivar’s head poked up, his hair mused, his eyes scorching.

“Get out!” He roared, and as Sera’s face appeared beneath his, eyes wide, hair tangled, staring with shock and reddened cheeks at Ubbe, he finally put two and two together.

“Sorry!” He yelped, scrambling back out and slamming the door.

Still shaking his head he collapsed back onto his stool at the table. Hvitserk was working on his second bowl.

“Were they still sleeping?”

“Uh… nope. Nope.”

“What are they doing?”

Ubbe couldn’t stop a snort of laughter. “Each other.”

Hvitserk stared, his latest spoonful frozen halfway to his mouth. Sigurd started choking and Ubbe couldn’t stop a shit-eating grin from splitting his face.

“Really?” Hvitserk remarked, working hard to sound mild and uninterested, but the thought was too much and soon he was grinning and smothering a chuckle as well.

“My wittle bwother is finally a man,” Ubbe snickered, covering his mouth to keep from roaring with excited laughter.

Sigurd’s bowl smashed against the wall. “What the fuck?!” He snapped, whirling to face his brothers. “He’s supposed to be dead down there!”

“Guess Sera woke him up,” Hvitserk giggled, sputtering around his porridge when Sigurd smacked him roughly in the back of the head. With one last enraged snarl he stormed from the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Ubbe and Hvitserk traded a glance, what was that about?

Hvitserk grinned, waggling his eyebrows. He’s got his eye on Sera too. Good luck Sigurd, Ivar doesn’t share anything.

A few minutes later, Ivar and Sera arrived. Even though he was crawling, Ivar still managed to preen like a peacock, clearly proud of himself. Sera was a little red-cheeked and Ubbe stood swiftly to pull her into a quick, reassuring hug.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we’re happy for you, ” he whispered.

Sera nodded faintly, managing a small smile. Ubbe tickled her under the chin until she relented and giggled up at him.

Ubbe caught Ivar’s narrowed eyes gauging him carefully as he pulled away from Sera and he lifted an eyebrow. Really Ivar? Calm down, there’s no question she’s yours.

Hvitserk kept his gaze studiously on his porridge, lips twitching, as Ivar pulled himself up across from him. There was a beat of silence as Ivar pulled a bowl towards him before Hvitserk gave up and snorted into the remains of his food. Ivar did not react, but after a moment raised his head, a self-satisfied smile on his handsome face.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** The hum of war had begun. The warriors gathered by the sons of Ragnar to avenge the old boar’s death tensed for battle, the blood lust burning in them. Sera stood between Ivar in his war chariot and his brothers, Ubbe, Bjorn, Hvitserk and Sigurd, all roaring in challenge and rage at Aelle’s front.

Sera was in new battle leathers, and although she had a helmet, she didn’t wear it. Her auburn mane was plaited in war braids and hung in a wild tangle over her shoulder. She held her two favoured war axes; Shadow Sting hung across her back. Her screams joined her brother’s, joined her lover’s, joined the irresistible wall of Vikings warriors ready to spill blood for Ragnar’s death.

“Ragnar!” She screamed as they charged.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Sera sat cross-legged on the back of Ivar’s chariot, watching Aelle drag behind. She’d not stopped smiling since Bjorn had begun the roar of victory, holding his sword high as the remnants of Aelle’s men fell. Her voice had joined his, her war axes dripping gore, her chest heaving, violet eyes glowing like hel-fire.

They stopped. They had reached the site of Ragnar’s vile death. Aelle was dragged down to the site of the pit, begged for mercy as he sputtered blood, pleaded for the heathens to name their price to spare him, trembled when Ivar hissed that gold and silver were not his price to pay.

Aelle’s screams were balm to Sera’s soul as his hands were nailed to his makeshift cross. A thrum of anticipation ran through the warriors. Bjorn stood ready, tasked, as Ragnar’s eldest son with performing the Blood Eagle. Sera stood beside Ivar, heart hammering as Bjorn started to hack at the fallen king, as the doomed man started to scream.

As the towering Ragnarsson peeled the skin from the Saxon’s back Sera stepped forward, raised her brow in request. Bjorn inclined his head and took a step back.

Sera gazed almost reverently at the trembling man splayed out in front of her. Slowly she raised her right hand and dug her fingers into the base of Aelle’s spine, dragging her hand upwards, drawing a garbling scream from the king. As she reached the base of his skull she pulled her hand free; it dripped with blood and gore and she pressed her fingers to her forehead and drew them down her face. Her index and ring fingers painted blood down her closed eyelids while her middle finger bumped over her nose. As she reached her mouth her tongue darted out, flicking her finger then her hand continued, staining her chin. She dropped her head back for a moment, seemed to exalt in the blood now marking her face.

The brothers, the warriors watched her avidly, chests heaving, wondering and marvelling at this worship, their blood rising at the sight of this earthbound Valkyrie.

Sera dropped slowly into a crouch, her eyes level with Aelle’s. He was trembling, shuddering, sweating and dying and his fevered eyes met hers. Slowly Sera pushed her index finger into her mouth and drew it back out again, sucking the gore off her skin, her eyes locked on Aelle’s. She pulled her finger free with a pop and smiled knowingly at Aelle, her smile widening as Aelle began to scream in fresh horror and pain, eyes rolling in his sockets as he watched the shield maiden taste, indeed, enjoy his blood. Sera stood again, nodded her thanks at Bjorn, who returned the nod; and stepped back towards Ivar.

Ivar was rock hard in his breeches, turned on beyond all reason by the wicked show Sera had just given. Her eyes met Ivar’s as she moved back towards him and he saw she was as lustful as him, heart pounding with desire, craving release, Ivar pulled his cock free, slick with precum, stroking it roughly as he panted. All eyes were locked on the writhing king, on the blond Viking making him writhe and no one paid attention to the youngest son and the flaming-haired shield maiden, not that that would have stopped them. Sera dropped slowly onto Ivar’s lap, pulling her breeches down as she did, thighs wet with want and sank onto his swollen prick. They hissed in unison, Sera’s spine arching in bliss. Ivar’s hands gripped her savagely and Sera rolled her hips as he thrust violently upwards. They were mad with lust, driven crazy with desire and neither lasted long; Aelle’s fading screams their fuel. And as Aelle gave one last wailing scream, as his heart gave out and his body went slack beneath Bjorn’s tearing hands Sera climaxed hard, clenching around Ivar, drawing blood as she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming and Ivar shuddered beneath her; pouring his seed deep inside her, clamping his teeth on Sera’s shoulder to muffle his roar of release.

They collapsed against each other, panting, trembling with aftershocks and still no one noticed, except one. Ubbe glanced over, saw the lovers, saw them peak together in ecstasy and he turned back to the king’s slaughter with a grin.

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Wes Ball talks shooting that intense ‘Death Cure’ Newt scene, plus whether he’d answer a call from Marvel

Director Wes Ball wraps up his Maze Runner Trilogy experience by discussing his favorite Death Cure featurette, if he’d do a Fever Codemovie, and more!

It’s a rare occurrence to find yourself helming a popular YA book-to-film adaptation as your first feature-length film, but even more so to go on to do an entire three-film franchise. Wes Ball exploded onto the scene with The Maze Runner, and subsequently directed The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure, each starring up-and-comer Dylan O’Brien.

Now that Death Cure is out today, April 24, on Digital via Movies Anywhere and on 4K, Blu-ray and DVD, Ball took the time to talk to us about his experience directing the final movie in the franchise and what’s next for him as a filmmaker. You can find a transcript of our conversation below, which has been edited for clarity.

I just want to start off by saying congratulations on getting through all three movies. That doesn’t always happen!

Well thank you! It’s true, it’s true. It’s pretty rare right?

Yeah! And obviously we’re here to celebrate the release of ‘The Death Cure’ DVD, Blu-ray, and the box set.

Which is cool! My first big movie, and I have a box set!

Right?! So, I want to kick this off with asking you which is your favorite bonus feature from the ‘Death Cure’ Blu-ray?

That’s a good question. I don’t know. I’ll tell you what I think people will like. My favorites might not be what most favorites are. Obviously there is the commentary stuff where T.S. [Nowlin] and I, in tradition of the previous interviews, talk about the inner workings of the movie. Which is kind of fun. But I think the really die-hard fans have always loved these gag reels that I put together.

Yes!

There will be a good gag reel. We had a lot of fun making this movie and people will get to see it. I had, like, 30 minutes of material. Of course, I could not release that. I think it ended up being 12 minutes of this fun stuff, you know. So that’ll be good for the fans to have. And then you know, second to that, there’s a lot of great deleted scenes. And there’s a ton of deleted scenes that I unfortunately had to cut from the movie because it just is what it is. But that can be a lot of fun for the people that really love these stories and want to see more. They’re not just gonna get extra little bits of scenes — they’re going to see whole new scenes that are going to be kind of fun to watch, I think. A lot of them are unfinished, of course, but you’ll get an idea of where our heads were when we were making this thing. So that’ll be fun.

And the last thing from me… You probably don’t want to know about my favorite things because I’m such a VFX nerd, but we did a lot of VFX stuff on this. To show, for instance, the train sequence, you know the very opening, but I don’t think people realize how much visual effects were used during that sequence. And so I have the whole train sequence that runs with the original plates — the green screen visual effects plates — running alongside the finished sequence, and it’s fun to really sit there and scrub through that and witness, sort of like you know, ‘Oh wow, he wasn’t actually on a moving train there,’ or, ‘That was all CG,’ or whatever. You know what I mean? So that’s going to be a lot of fun for the geeks that like that kind of stuff.

And you can’t even tell, so I think that’s going to be really cool to get to see.

Yeah, and people don’t even realize that all that train stuff was CG. Dylan was never on a moving train, you know? Which is cool.

It’s crazy. And going back to the gag reel, I love gag reels. It’s the first thing I always go to when I get a new movie.

I know, right?

But kind of on the flip side of that, was there a different sort of tone behind the scenes since this was the last movie, and will fans get to see a glimpse of that by being able to watch the special features on the Blu-ray?

I don’t think so. It was a different experience for me, which I could probably never put into words, but I don’t think it manifested itself in any way that the other movies hadn’t on set. We all know each other. We also love each other. We’re all kinda one big happy little family — this traveling circus that goes across the world making movies together. So it’s still kinda the same fun crowd and stupid silly gags with each other that always seem to happen. We have a lot of fun making these movies, you know? So it is fun to see it, but I don’t think there’s any kind of difference, other than we knew that this was the end. This was it.

Right. And given that it was the end, did you feel like you approached the movie any differently, or did you feel a different kind of pressure on your shoulders or even relief that it was the last move?

Yeah, I guess I was very aware. This movie is almost laser focused on the fans, right? We kind of know that we’re not going to gain a lot of new fans for a third movie of an installment, you know what I mean? So it was really about how do we make this satisfying conclusion — you know, a grand kind of farewell — to the story, these characters, the audience that supported us. That was the pressure. How do we stick that landing, you know what I mean? So you kind of make those choices that you think are going to work early on. You do it while you’re writing the script. And then you’re kind of hoping and trusting that those choices you made then apply when you’re on set because you can’t change it when you’re on set. It takes too much money and too much time. It’s all about speed, speed, speed; go, go, go. So we don’t change anything. So it’s just about, can we execute this as well as possible so that the fans feel satisfied by the end? And for the most part it seems like, you know, the people that really support these movies feel very happy about this one. This last one. I like that. That’s a great thing, you know? I’m happy.

I completely agree. And there are so many great scenes, in all three movies, but especially this one that really had me on the edge of my seat. How do you manage to keep that tension so palpable, especially when you’re shooting these scenes multiple times to make sure they’re just right?

Yeah, I know. It’s the job. You know, it’s tricky. I was talking to someone about this the other day. That suspense, that feeling of anticipation of knowing what’s going to happen and waiting for it to happen. And how long can you draw that out to keep the audience in that place on the edge of their seat kind of thing. I love that feeling. That’s, to me, kind of our stock and trade with these moves. All these movies, you know? All the way from Thomas first waking up in the elevator. It has this kind of, ‘What the hell is going on?’ So BOOM, we reveal where he is. And then that scene where he runs in the maze for the first time. How we draw it out.

You know, the same thing here, with, say, Thomas and Newt when they’re at one of their critical moments. You know, how do we draw that out as long as possible so you can really just enjoy that, which is something that cinema does so well, right? It’s that suspense and the thrill and the adventure and the drama. The emotional kind of stakes that are involved in this movie, they’re fun to play with. This movie in particular is super, super emotional. Where the movie mostly operates is where these characters are going to end up. How is this going to go down? It’s not so much about how they’re going to get away from WCKD, how they’re going to escape the maze. This one is about… are they going to save their friends and are they going to die trying? That’s kinda cool. That’s fun to play with.

And speaking of Newt and a lot of emotions, this movie obviously saw the end to Newt in a really horrific way. Was that difficult for you to shoot as a director, given that you’ve been in charge of the film version of this overarching story for three movies and several years?

Yeah. I mean… it is really funny. Like I was talking about before, you make these choices months and months in advance, and that’s where you’re really contemplating it all. But when you’re on set, it’s like you don’t have time! When we shot that scene that you’re talking about, it was one of the biggest wind storms that Capetown had ever seen. Huge, huge, 70-80 mile an hour winds! To the point where we had to lower cranes and lower our lights and on the spot we had to change our plans and figure out how to get this scene done. So that’s kind of on the day what I’m dealing with. How do I wrangle the elements to get the stuff I need?

On top of, you know, making sure that Dylan and Thomas and those guys are kind of operating in the right place for the experience we want to give the audience. But at this point, having been with these guys for five years, it’s a pretty easy conversation. We can all talk about what we want to see happen. They know these characters very well, we’re all on the same page, we have similar taste, so it ends up being very easy. So then it’s just my job to sit back and kind of check and make sure we are threading that needle. Hitting that sweet spot between horror and emotion and all those things, you know? That day in particular, it stands out in my mind for sure because of how emotional it was and also the sheer effort of trying to film it. But yeah, it was fun. And it is different from the books, but it seems for the most part the book fans are happy with that scene, which was very important to them to be in the movie.

And I know that this is going to be a pretty difficult question, but looking back at all three movies, which moments make you the proudest as a filmmaker? Which ones really stand out to you?

Oh gosh. That is a difficult question, isn’t it? Well I answered this one before once, and it’s probably not what people would expect, but there was a scene in the first movie where Thomas and Newt and those guys are having a conversation. They’re talking in the woods, and they’re talking about Alby — Alby’s past, his story — and I always go back to that scene for some reason in the first movie because it’s not an action scene. You know, it’s not some big complicated set piece thing. It’s just this simple little scene where these actors do their thing. And that was like, for me, early on in the shoot, and I remember that day because, being my first movie I felt very confident with the action stuff and the visual effects side of things. I felt like I could handle that stuff. That felt familiar to me even though it was my first movie, but it was the dramatic kind of character/actor-based stuff that was a complete unknown to me, right? And I just remember shooting that scene and feeling like, I love this. I want to do more of this. You know, it kind of made me — it’s all obvious of course — but the fact that characters and the actors that represent them are so crucial to things. And it’s because of that scene that you care about them being hurt later. It was kind of the moment where I realized how important the simple, subtle stuff is to support the bigger fun adventure stuff.

I think you see it even in the second movie and the third movie. I get more and more into the kind of emotional drama of things. Especially in the third movie. It’s more centered around character than the previous movies completely. So yeah, it’s usually that kind of stuff that I go back to. It’s more like things that kind of changed my outlook on moviemaking as a director. More than, say, “Oh, we accomplished that big giant train scene.”

James Dashner has talked about wanting to see an adaptation of ‘Fever Code.’ What do you think the likelihood of that happening would be and would you be interested in taking part in that?

I won’t be making a [Fever Code] movie, personally. I’ve done my movies here. You know, 1, 2, 3, beginning, middle, and end. It’s a good number, you know? I’m done with this story. Not that I wouldn’t offer my help to anyone who wanted to tackle that. I’m certainly not opposed to it. I don’t know how you would do it exactly, but hey, where there’s a will there’s a way. But for me, personally, as a director, I’m done. These movies are it for me.

And on that note, I guess, what are you working on next?

W: Well, that’s the question! It’s been fun, obviously, because I’m really excited to kind of move on to other things, of course. I am working on something now that’s this gigantic kind of fantasy epic that is really exciting. It’s still early days. Who knows. A million things could happen, if something else will come up or something else will take precedent, but it’s kind of where I’m at right now. It’s conjuring up the things I always loved when I grew up watching Star Wars or Raiders of the Lost Ark, and these kinds of movies that are really great escapist entertainment — world creation — and at the same time taking them very seriously. Making a story that feels very real, you know? So I’m working on something now that might be that, might check off those boxes for me. But I dunno. It’s still kind of up in the air a little bit.

I guess the good thing from these movies is that I have opportunities to do something else. Which is great. I’m very thankful for that, you know? That they’re successful enough that someone wants for me to make another movie and give me the money to do so. I love that and that’s fantastic — I just want to make sure whatever I do next is going to be really exciting and fun and challenging. I’m not sure what it’ll be, exactly, but it’ll fit somewhere in that world.

Absolutely. That sounds very exciting. For my last question, this one’s fun and completely random to end our chat, but if Marvel called you up right now and asked you what movie you’d like to direct, would you say yes and which one would you pick?

Oh gosh. I have to say, I don’t know, honestly. I think we’ve all kind of seen these filmmakers who dive into these gigantic franchises — pre-existing franchises — and they don’t come out the same people. They don’t come out having loved the experience sometimes. So I’m very aware of that, and I have to say I’ve been spoiled a little bit by The Maze Runner and the support I’ve gotten at Fox because it was about starting a new franchise. How many people get that opportunity, to start a new franchise and not jump onto a Star Wars movie or jump onto a Marvel movie. That’s really kind of exciting. So hey, if someone were to call me and hand me an opportunity, I’d certainly have to consider it, but I have to admit I didn’t grow up on comics — I grew up on movies — so they don’t have the kind of nostalgia and pull on me that other movies would, you know what I mean? Other movies that I may have grown up with. So yeah. I don’t know. In terms of Marvel, they obviously have their formula, their system that is working bonkers for them. They’re making a ton of money and people are enjoying their movies and stuff, but I don’t think they need me! I mean, clearly not!

Well, I’ve been a fan since the first ‘Maze Runner’ movie, and I know everybody at Hypable is eagerly looking forward to seeing what you do next. We’ll definitely be keeping an eye out.

Me too! I really appreciate that. And I do think that whatever we do next, it’ll be what we kind of need as moviegoers right now. You know we’re seeing a lot of the same stuff, and I’m really anxious to break the mold a little bit and do something completely new and original. So, you know, we’ll see. Fingers crossed.

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fourteenacross · 6 years

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okay, i have comments to give on "everyone must breathe," but in the meantime: the section from "communicable" (which i've read 500 times, btw,

Don’t worry about comments, I GET IT I am super behind on a) answering comments and b) reading and commenting on other people’s fic. Such is the holidays, etc.

COMMENTARY! YES! Here are some unfiltered thoughts on this section of fic! Please feel free to ask for elaboration if there’s anything in particular you were curious about that I didn’t hit on!

It takes John four buzzes to realize someone is calling him and a fifth to actually fumble for the phone, see it’s Alex, and pick up in a panic.

“Alexander?” he says breathlessly, his heart hammering, a million worst case scenarios screaming in his mind. It’s the middle of the night–full dark, with the heavy, still silence that means the rest of the world is dead asleep. There’s no earthly reason Alex should be calling him.

So this was one of the first scenes that I wrote in this fic. I knew really early on, when everything before the fall of their second year was going to be quick flashback scenes and nothing more, that there was a point when everyone got sick a lot and Alex had to stay with the Washingtons to avoid contaminating John. I really liked that kernel of an idea, this image I had in my head of Alex being miserable in bed and John being useless because he was too busy visiting Alex whenever he could to get anything done. That sort of morphed into the idea of Washington or Mrs. W coming in to check on Alex and finding John asleep next to his bed, which led my brain down the road of, “Okay, but why/how does he get there?” and this immediately popped into my head after.

“John?” Alex sounds slow and tired, not quite himself. “I woke up and you weren’t here and I had–I had a dream.”

He doesn’t actually sound awake, his words mumbled and slurred and quiet.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” John asks. He’s already sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. “Are you okay?”

So, we’ve already established in this verse that Alex has recurring nightmares that he sort of blows off. They’re enough to wake him up and rattle him, but he never remembers what they’re about (he never really tries to remember what they’re about) and he’s generally very dismissive of them. John (and, hopefully, the reader) has sussed out that they’re most likely to do with Alex’s abandonment issues and fear of being alone. However, because he’s so quick to brush off his dreams, I needed to make it reasonable that he would actually call John. Having him in an unfamiliar place without John when he’s ill and upset seemed like enough of an impetus to actually imagine him calling John in the middle of the night out of that disoriented mix of fear and confusion and desperation. I think Alex probably reached for John when he woke up, was confused to find himself alone and somewhere he didn’t recognize, and too sick to call out in more than a whisper. Thus, picking up the phone.

“I’m…okay?” Alex murmurs. “I just–”

Silence.

“Did you have a nightmare?” John asks.

“I–maybe? I don’t–I think I did, I don’t…remember now. I just–you weren’t here, and I couldn’t–I thought–”

About…fuck, three years ago now? Four?…I got pneumonia and bad. Not like, hospital bad, but “ran a fever for six days” bad. It’s the sickest I’ve been in memory and whole fucking days passed in a weird fugue state. I could not think straight, I couldn’t hold conversations, I disassociated, I forgot where I was. It was really fucking weird. So, that’s where Alex is here. His brain is scrambled from fever and he knows what he wants (John) but holding onto that thought takes up all of his cognition right now. He doesn’t have enough brain power left over to answer questions or even parse them, really.

The more Alex speaks, the more confused he sounds. John slips out of bed and grabs a pair of jeans from the floor, fumbling into them one-handed.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay,” John says. “You’re at the Washingtons’, remember? You’re sick.”

John and Alex are a lot more traditionally affectionate now than they were in early drafts of this verse. In a deleted scene from a later story, something happens to John and Alex calls him “sweetheart” and everyone else is mute with surprise because they usually just called each other names as a form of affection. That’s sort of eroded now, to a degree–they still call each other names a lot, obvs, but they also sort of embrace some more treacley, affectionate pet names. There are still lines, though–Alex calls John “sweetheart” in a sort of exasperated way at some point in, I think, i saw the whole story unwind, and John makes fun of him. Similarly, he calls John “honey” in exasperation in the story about getting an award and John makes fun of him there, too. But, when the chips are down and John starts feeling protective, that’s where his mind goes automatically–being as genuinely soft and careful and gentle as possible, including embracing that sort of sappy pet name stuff.

“Right…right…okay.” He sounds marginally less frazzled and spacey. “I just–right. I’m sorry. I’m–why did I call you, did I wake you up? Why would I–”

“It’s fine,” John says quickly. “Do you want me to come over there?”

Alex hesitates. “No, that’s stupid,” he finally says. “I’m fine, I just–I just–woke up and…I don’t know, I’m…used to having you, and I just–” He shudders and makes a quiet, frightened noise, and John’s heart breaks.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” John says. “I’m almost dressed, I’m going to drive over, okay?”

John was not like, super cool with leaving Alex on his own at the Washingtons’ to begin with and now Alex needed him and he wasn’t there, and the logical part of his brain is saying, as he tries to pull on his jeans and listen to the phone at the same time, “You dummy, he’ll be fine, he’ll fall asleep in a second,” but it’s drowned out by the panicked part and the part that takes his loyalty to Alex super seriously. Alex is his family and he fucked up pretty badly taking care of his blood family, but he’s not going to fuck up taking care of Alex.

“You don’t–I just…woke up and…I can’t remember….”

“You don’t have to,” John says. “Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to remember. It was just a dream. You’re okay and I’m okay and it was just a dream.”

This is honestly more to himself than to Alex, at this point.

“I’m not a child,” Alex says. He says it more to himself than John, which settles the issue. John grabs a hoodie from the top of the dresser. “I just–I was scared.”

“I know, baby,” John murmurs. “It’s okay. I’m leaving now, I’ll stay on the phone with you in the car, okay?”

“You don’t have to,” Alex mumbles. “You don’t have to come, I just–I don’t know why–I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, no, no,” John says. “You can always call me.” He walks out into the living room and grabs his coat, struggling into it one-handed as he continues to hold the phone to his ear.

“It’s…late,” Alex says. He yawns. John grabs his bag and his keys and leaves the apartment. “I just woke up alone. I hate waking up alone when I’m sick. I woke up alone and I was scared.”

In the original draft of this scene, Alex was much more coherent. I had to go back and make him a little more scattered so that it would be believable that he would forget this entire conversation come morning.

Also, the “I woke up and you weren’t there” is about as clear a window into Alex’s psyche as we’re likely to get, at least when it comes to this part of him that desperately needs other people and refuses to acknowledge it. There’s a reason he keeps repeating it.

“That’s okay,” he says. He locks the door and starts down the stairs, trying to go as quietly as possible. It’s the middle of the night–he doesn’t want to wake up the whole building.

“I should go.”

“Don’t bother, I’m already up, I’m already coming over,” John insists softly. “You don’t have to go anywhere, Alex, you can stay right here on the phone with me.”

“I don’t have anything to say,” Alex says. He still sounds dreamy and soft, not entirely awake for the conversation. John starts walking faster and finally hits the ground floor.

“I don’t have anything to say,” the true sign of Alex being sick XD

“It’s okay,” he says as gently as he can manage. “You don’t have to say anything. You can just sit there, and I’ll know you’re okay and you’ll know you’re okay.”

“Mm.”

John is not super great at taking care of other people, especially when he’s so panicked. He’s also beating himself up for not being there.

It’s cold as dicks, so John doesn’t dawdle in the parking lot. His engine is loud in the frozen silence of the night, and he hears Alex startle over the other end of the phone.

There are a lot of references to how cold it is during this story. Winter 2015 was THE. WORST. in the northeast and in Jersey, too. I have like…legitimate trauma from that winter. We had a record snowfall in Boston and like 90% of it fell over less than 30 days. It snowed every weekend. There was nowhere to put it because none of it melted because it was also record low temperatures. By the end of it I was literally crying every day because I couldn’t stand it anymore. New Jersey didn’t get quite as much snow as we did, but it was just as bitterly cold.

“I’m starting the car,” he tells him. He puts the phone on speaker and rests it on the seat next to him. “That’s all. I’m on my way to you now.”

“Okay,” Alex mumbles. “Okay. You don’t have to.”

“I know,” John says, “but I’m going to. The car’s already moving.”

Silence on the other end. In fact, it stays silent as John pulls out of the parking lot, as he turns down their street, as he turns onto the main road.

“Alex?” he asks again.

No answer, save for a soft snuffling sound. Alex, he assumes, is asleep again.

He reaches across to his phone one-handed and ends the call. He’ll be there soon enough, and he trusts that nothing will happen to Alex in the five minutes it will take him to finish his drive across town.

I like the idea of John not even taking the time to put his phone in the dash clip or hook it up to the AUX cable–he just hits the speaker button and drives.

The other big motivating factor for him, outside of his own panic and need to take care of Alex out of familial responsibility, is how small and scared Alex sounds through all of this. I’m a really lazy writer, so this is a construction I use in the text a lot (though I haven’t used it yet in this section, I think), but John and Alex are both big obnoxious personalities and thus, when one of them is acting quieter and more timid than usual, they always make note of how out of character that is. They don’t like to show weakness, so when they’re too tired to hide their weakness, it’s a flashing red light to the other that something is really wrong. Here, John knows what’s wrong–Alex is sick–but it’s still eerie and unsettling enough that it spurs him to move more quickly.

The Washingtons’ house is dark when John pulls up outside, and for the first time he realizes how crazy this whole thing is. He’s breaking into his mentor’s house because his boyfriend had a bad dream. This is…not normal. It’s possible John is majorly overreacting. Alexander is an adult, he can take care of himself, he doesn’t need John rushing to his aid in the middle of the night.

But John remembers how lonely and needy and touch-starved he was when he was sick, and that was in his own bed. Alex is alone in an unfamiliar place. And Mrs. Washington gave him a key. So this isn’t…totally weird.

Probably.

Another construction I use a lot because I’m a lazy writer–John and Alex are low-key self-aware that their relationship is really more intense and obsessive than is healthy, and convince themselves that because they’re self-aware, it makes it okay.

He sits in the car for another minute after coming to that conclusion, weighing his options, trying to decide just how crazy and clingy this makes him. In the end, he can still hear the soft way Alex said his name over the phone, and that answers the question for him. He would do anything for Alex on a normal day–he doesn’t stand a chance at resisting when Alex is sick and scared.

Just hitting you right in the solar plexus with the image of Alex’s quiet, scared voice over the phone. You’re welcome.

He closes his car door as quietly as he can manage and walks swiftly up the front walk. He tries to act casual–he’s very aware of the fact that he’s a latino kid in a nice neighborhood in torn jeans and a black hoodie, and while people in Jersey are more likely to call the cops than shoot on sight, the only thing that could make this more embarrassing would be having to explain it to the Washingtons and a police officer at two in the morning.

I try to walk a line between a realistic amount of thought and reference to how race impacts these kids and keeping it from distracting from the story at hand. I’m very aware that I’m a white lady with wildly different experiences, but I don’t want to erase that aspect of the characters.

He unlocks the door and opens it as softly as he can, slipping inside and locking it behind him. He hears a rustling in the hallway and winces, preparing an explanation in his mind, but it’s just Nelson, who trots over to him and head-butts his leg looking for pets.

“Hey, buddy,” John murmurs to him. “I thought I told you to look after my guy while I was gone.” Of course, even if Alex had been awake when John left, he’d probably have kicked Nelson and Blue out of his room–John will never in a million years understand Alex’s universal disinterest in animals.

I’m more of an Alex than a John, tbh. I’m a little more accepting of animals than Alex is, but I really don’t care for cats and I’m not like, crazy about other animals. (Except bunnies. I love bunnies.) I tend to love dogs I know and am vaguely aware of dogs I don’t know.

Anyway, GWash’s dogs are named for his horses because even though he had a trillion dogs IRL, it was easier to find the names of his horses than his dogs and I am, as I have mentioned several times, quite a lazy writer.

(Also, Alex totally would have kicked the dogs out of his room.)

But Alex is why he’s here, so he scratches Nelson behind the ears one more time and then walks quietly down the hall to Alex’s room. The door is open a crack and John nudges it the rest of the way open, peering inside.

“John?” Alex whispers. He’s lying in bed, propped up by half a dozen pillows. He’s also half asleep, with the blankets pulled all the way up to his chin. There’s a nightlight plugged into the corner, letting off a faint blue glow. Just enough to allow someone unfamiliar with the room to navigate their way to the bathroom, John figures, but it’s also enough to see how pale Alex looks, still.

“It’s me,” John confirms. “Just me.” Nelson nuzzles his hand. “Me and Nelson,” he amends.

“You didn’t have to come over,” Alex says. He sounds more Alex-like, now. Still tired and a little distant, but he doesn’t seem as scared or lost as he did on the phone. “The whole point of me being here is so you won’t be around me and get sick again. You didn’t have to come over.”

“I wanted to,” John says. “I needed to make sure you were okay.” He puts his bag on the floor and toes off his shoes, then gets gently into bed next to Alex, lying on top of the covers. Alex is immediately pressed to his side, arms around John’s waist and clutching him more tightly than John would have expected given his current state.

Alex talks a good game, but he was pretty desperate for John. I think, while he’s mostly over connecting every sickness to his mother’s death–he gets sick enough that it would be nearly unmanageable to think of it every time he has a sniffle–these particular circumstances of being separated from someone he loves are digging into that same place in his heart. He’s exhausted and he can’t think and he’s miserable and he just wants to be held and loved and while he understands why John is elsewhere and, in fact, wants him to stay there and be well instead of getting sick again, he’s also sad and sick and desperate.

“This sucks,” Alex croaks.

“I know,” John says. Alex’s hair is stringy and sweaty and tangled, but John smoothes it out anyway, brushing it back from his face. “Just try to sleep, babe. You’ll feel better if you can sleep for a little while. And if you have another nightmare, I’ll be right here.”

“I don’t know if it was a nightmare,” Alex mutters. He yawns against John’s chest. “I just woke up.” He yawns again, and when John looks down, his eyes are already closed. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I know,” John repeats softly. “I know, baby. I’ll be here this time, okay? Just sleep.”

John feels super, super guilty about not being there.

And that seems to be all it takes. Alex is back to breathing deeply and evenly just moments later, still wrapped around John in sleep.

That should be John’s cue to ease himself out from under Alex, tuck him in, and head back to their apartment. Leave Alex here to sleep the rest of the night in peace, get some rest of his own away from Alex’s germs, swing by again tomorrow morning before work, maybe….

But, he should wait a few extra minutes, just to be sure he doesn’t wake Alex up. Just long enough to be positive that Alex is truly and deeply asleep. A few more minutes won’t hurt.

And Alex’s desperation is mirrored in John. He also understands why Alex is quarantined and doesn’t want to be sick again and knows this is for the best, but it’s cold and it’s fucking February and he hasn’t slept alone in months and he wants to hold Alex as badly as Alex wants to be held.

Nelson gets up from the floor near the door and walks over to John’s side of the bed, looking up at him curiously.

“Sorry, buddy, I’m not here for you tonight,” he says. Nelson noses at his leg and, when John doesn’t push him away, jumps up onto the bed and settles himself at the bottom, his head resting on John’s feet. “He’s not gonna like that,” John tells him, but he doesn’t make any move to discourage him.

Asleep in a warm, soft bed with Alex in his arms and a dog on his feet is pretty much John’s ideal fantasy.

And it would be mean to shove him out of the way when he’s just gotten settled. So, really, John is doing everyone a favor by just snuggling with Alex for a few more minutes….

Yeah, he knew he wasn’t moving after that XD

It’s midnight now and my brain is mush. If there are any PARTICULAR QUESTIONS you have about this, plz feel free to ask for elaboration!

#commentary meme #the-everqueen #they call themselves the trash of the thing

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possessedcoast · 7 years

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the life and times of ryan ross pt 8

.2015/2016

welcome all! make sure to thank @jen--ne--sais--quoi for the existence of these posts because the poor thing asked to know about ryan and now she probably knows more than she ever wanted to!

here in our final chapter, we shall see what ryan has been up to from where we left off in 2015 to as current as we can be as of today (feb 26, 2017) this is mostly links and pictures because he didn’t actually do a whole lot

alright, early 2015. pretty much all ryan ross does is spend time with friends, mostly dan keyes and ryland blackinton. he goes to coachella and looks lovely in his hawaiian shirt.

he also posted some teasers about making music on instagram, but we saw no new music.

the most important thing about 2015 is ryan’s beard.

look at it. it’s glorious.

in february/march of 2015 zayn has left one direction (this is a ryan ross post, why is she talking about one direction??? it’s relevant, i promise.) someone thought it would be funny to edit the 1d wikipedia page to day that ryan ross had joined the band. 1d fangirls lost their minds. ryan tweeted “ You guys got it all wrong, the four remaining members of One Direction are joining MY band”

if you look at his twitter throughout 2015, some of the tweets are vastly different than others. it could’ve been him on drugs, it could’ve been shane morris. personally, i think it was more shane, but the other is a possibility. also in june 2015, he got super fucked up and crashed a PHASES show. there are pictures of it out there, but i don’t think it’s really appropriate to share them. i also vaguely remember someone (z maybe?) asking for them to not be shared because ryan was really embarrassed and upset about it. about the incident he said “Def was having too much fun at the Phases show tonight, I promise I'll never do it again again” so there’s that.

then in july ryro got a girlfriend! he began dating model helena vestergaard and it seemed really good for him. it was certainly good for all of us fans because he posted so much while they were together. she also posted a lot about him. there were so many ryan pictures. it was glorious. here are some pics

then the next most important thing of 2015 happened.

dorothy ross.

ryan and helena got the cutest puppy in the world

from then on his instagram is pretty much dottie, but none of us mind because she’s precious.

we also got this monstrosity

that’s all i’m gonna say about that. more helena and dottie pictures. then we get a picture where ryan tells us he’s taking vocal lessons!! and then he posted a teeny clip of a new song!!! more dottie & helena. a video of him learning to box?

don’t forget that this era of ryan likes hockey and baseball. he watches both and plays hockey too.

halloween 2015. the fucking party. so. you thought we were done talking about brendon urie. we’re not. by 2015, he and ryan are not talking, at all. brendon usually avoids talking about ryan at all. then adam levine (yes, that one) has a halloween party. ryan’s invited because he’s best friends with mickey madden. he goes as a gremlin. well, a mogwai because he’s fuzzy and not scaly, but yeah.

brendon, dressed as a skeleton and with sarah, was also there. as far as i’m aware, they basically didn’t even talk. brendon goes on to mention it a million times.

btw, by this point ryan doesn’t use his twitter anymore, it’s all just instagram links. there were some tweets earlier in the year that i’ll be talking about in my shane morris companion piece, but basically, shane likes to troll ryan’s fans by tweeting things or posting things on facebook then quickly deleting them.

also in 2015, ryan posts a picture of what seem to be song titles along with promises for making new music (the “shut the fuck up” was in response to someone telling him to go to bed btw)

we’re now at the end of 2015. it seems like this is when ryan finally disconnects his twitter from his instagram because (except for one) his tweets stop and his instagram continues. he has also dropped shane morris as his manager (thank god)

near the beginning of 2016, ryan tells us that he has written a song for a band called agelast (sadly, that is pronounced ah-gel-ist, not age-last) he posted on both twitter and facebook about this. i’m inclined to believe both posts were actually him, not shane, but who knows. there was this comment on the facebook page that would be nice if it was from him.

then, also early 2016, he and helena broke up. he was all set to fly to visit her in australia on a long term modeling job, and maybe he did, but that was that on helena vestergaard. she deleted all traces of him from her social media. he continued to play hockey and post pictures of dottie.

he also bought 5 pounds of sour patch kids, causing all of us to fear for his health. then he starts to become a bit of a recluse. he posts a lot less frequently and it’s usually dottie pictures.

then he goes to a renaissance fair and saves lives with his look

easily the most important part of 2016 was when ryan did a surprise performance with dan keyes’ band cologne at emo nite la. it’s everything. EVERYTHING. watch it now. it felt like a nice comeback and he looked GOOD

we also got another tiny song clip. more pictures and videos of dottie. he also modeled some new PHASES merch with Z and Langley

he went to the beach and we were blessed with this glorious image

then he turned 30! and jeremy burke & alison harvard threw him a mini party at midnight with pizza!

also sometime in august, his demo ep was deleted from soundcloud (his whole soundcloud was deleted) along with his site going down and his facebook page being deleted. the only thing we know is actually ryan is his instagram.

then came halloween. with costumes in the past like et, a sloth, and a gremlin, we knew he would not disappoint. he was link from legend of zelda and he spent a good amount of the party (adam levine’s again, bden was not there) with victoria asher and gabe saporta from cobra starship. have some pics.

(that’s gabe beside him)

then he “drank some blood” in this adorable video with his vocal coach

throughout 2016, a director named dan adams (glitterworldinc on insta) had been tagging ryan in a lot of pictures. i’m going to make a companion piece for him as well, but i’ll mention him here. he posts pictures of ryan, sometimes with strange captions, sometimes with rude captions. many pictures didn’t have ryan in them, but he was tagged. some pictures were of ryan’s house or around echo park. see more about that in the companion piece. lots of speculation went on about what he was doing with ryan. we’ll get to that in a minute. something more exciting now. the longest clip of new music that makes me cry every single time i listen to it, that callback line. (fun fact, z commented on it and called him space boi which is where i get one of my tags for him)

he looked beautifully goth for new years

now we’re in 2017!

we found out this year that all the things glitterworldinc had been posting are because ryan’s going to be in his new movie!! he’s playing a character named Dewey Parsons in daniel adams’ new movie starmaker

the newest picture we have from ryan himself is this

and dan adams (glitterworldinc) has recently posted two! one was posted today!

and that is basically everything i know about ryan ross’ life from the earliest facts i know to today! thank you for coming along on this crazy long ride with me and reading this giant mess. i’ll make those companion pieces here soon, so look out for those! EDIT: Update!!!!! ryan posted this mere hours after i finished this because he likes to make my life harder (i’m mostly kidding, i love him so much)

his caption: “On all twos Makin tunes on toons”

EDIT NUMBER 2: i should have made an outline for these posts, jesus christ. i told you all in another post that the guitar ryan burned alive would be important later and then i never told you why. the why is because brendon still has it. yep, he has the guitar that ryan burned all the way back in the cabin/pretty. odd. era. how do we know this? oh, just because brendon put it in his literal house of memories. it’s fine, i’m not crying. (it’s not fine, i am crying) the house of memories is a vip thing for this tour where fans can go in and take pictures with a bunch of old panic! things, from the masks from fever era to stuff from the victorious video. i would kill to go.

#ryan ross #daniel adams #glitterworldinc #z berg #dan keyes #space boi #my tiny trashy son #life and times of ryan ross

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Chapter 132

Chris

"I know you said let's not talk about you being here but I wanna know when you leaving." Sevyn says leaning on my chest.

"You acting like you care bout me."

She stands up. "I had enough of the flirting and my Bae needed me. I'm glad that I was there at the time. Me and MiMi were in the room with Lane. I'm lowkey feeling some type of way about not being in there this time. But I'm happy as hell that her baby's father and his mama... April and Trey was there. Still pissed though."

"I'm leaving back out in a few hours." I say taking out my phone.

"I heard on social media about your ex being at your concert." Sevyn says.

I knew it would come up. "Seems like a setup that you had left the day before. You set that up?"

"Me? I setup drama?" she laughs.

"If you wanna know I didn't talk with her the whole time she was there."

"Come on Chris. All 3 days of her being on tour."

I should have know she would get the whole story from one of those niggas that was there. She might even have proof that I talked to her. I scrunch up my face at her. Somebody tell me why I lied and how the hell to get out of it. Can goof my way out of shit with Sevyn. She not laughing at shit during a serious moment.

"To be more specific we had only general conversation. Not much to say."

"I already know everything. Unless there's something you wanna tell me about Kae."

"Not that I can think of. You got something?"

"Nope, didn't ask no questions after that. I wanna be convinced that you got your shit together and we not dealing with simple bullshit. I only wanna deal with the problems that arise between our schedules and business."

I hug her. "Tell me you flying back."

"I got to at least see Cammie home."

"Okay. I understand that."

Lane walks into the room with Rollie. "Hey, Chris. Why you here?"

"Why you here?"

"See my Daddy get me."

I smile at him. "Oh. Ok little dude. What happened with your parents?"

Rollie sits down. "My mom? Yeah, she in the gift store. My parents with an s, not both present."

"I said that."

"I wonder who called them. They said they got on the plane as soon as they heard the news. Fucking Cammie. You seen her yet?"

I shake my head. "Naw."

"She not going to be right if that baby doesn't go home with her."

"I know." Sevyn nods. "They keep Lane for a day without her. They were begging her to go home and rest."

I shake my head. "No. Trey already has all this together. If the baby stays and Cammie goes they are moving the baby into a private room with a private nurse and doctor. I was there when talked to the hospital administrative. She isn't going to be required to leave."

Rollie nods. "Money talks. How much is this going to cost?"

"His insurance company is paying for most of it. You pay an as of money a month and they will fucking do anything. He has some type of premium plan for maternal shit. He also get paid maternity leave."

"Wait Trey get paid for her having the baby?" Rollie snaps. "But he is working. He going on tour."

"I don't know how that works since she had him early."

Sevyn smiles really hard. "His name is going to be Caden. I'm so ready to see him."

Rollie grabs Lane's hand. "Let's go find your daddy."

"No. I hungry for that chips. The chips."

"No you not. Come on."

Lane has no choice with Rollie. He doesn't cry or fuss with Rollie. I hug Sevyn. I really do miss her being around but if she has to be here I understand that too.

"I'll fly out with you then come back when Trey leaves. They need time to themselves. She not gonna have much time for me." Sevyn says.

"Me liky."

Sevyn walks away from me. "We should follow Rollie to see Cammie."

I follow behind her then stop. I keep getting messages from a random number talking about some stupid ass Jess shit. Jess was this girl before me and Sevyn got together. Jess got annoying really fast with her hating ass. She nothing but a basic bitch who grabbed my lonely as attention. None of these texts make sense. Maybe I shouldn't have deleted them as they came in.

"You all in that phone doing what?" she asks nicely.

"Deleting shit about this Jess girl."

"What about her?"

I shrug. "I sorta deleted the meaning. Something about a regret. Nothing makes sense."

The way that Sevyn looks at makes me even more confused. What is she thinking? Ok, I did lie just a tad bit. It wasn't completely before Sevyn and I started dating officially. Some days might have crossed. She didn't ask that though. So I didn't lie. I didn't lie about deleting the shit either.

"Awh." Sevyn says forgetting about me completely. "I wish that Cammie's baby was in there. This baby is too fat to be a newborn."

"There aren't as many babies as on TV."

"Of course not. Normal people have their babies in the room with them most of the time. These babies probably getting test done."

I look around the room at the different machine and things they had up. One of the nurse looks up then stares at us really hard. I like how quiet but public hospitals are. Most of the people you run into are busy working and can't be all in your face.

"I don't have baby fever right now."

"What?" Sevyn says looking at me.

I smile. "Reality hits when you think about all that shit happening unlike you plan."

I turns towards me. "Like your ex being pregnant."

"What?"

"Jess."

I can't figure this girl out. "That's not what she is saying."

"You wouldn't know if you didn't read them. I know for a fact she pregnant."

"And you taking this lightly? She can't fucking pick who her baby daddy is."

Sevyn walks away. "I ain't dwelling on your shit. I'm thinking about my baby who in the NICU. Fuck your shit."

Cammie

"Good morning." Dr. Polk exclaims. "How are you feeling?"

"I hope you sounding all perky and shit means good news."

April touches my shoulder. "Cammie. Don't talk baby. Just listen."

She has been encouraging me not to talk for the last longest. Apparently everything I say is negative and full of attitude. I had a good talk with MiMi without being negative. Whatever. I can be quiet as long as the right information is being discussed.

"Did you decide on a name? I would love to talk about him properly."

"Caden." Trey says walking into the room.

The doctor smiles. "His lungs are more undeveloped than I would have expected for his gestational age. He is a great weight and full of energy."

"Full of energy?" Trey asks. "How would you rate that?"

"Most baby's are sluggish and less responsive. Yes of course he doesn't move like you would initially think of moving. The main thing is he is acting like a health newborn. He will open his eyes and move when touched." Dr. Polk says then pauses to see if Trey understood. "We do have him on oxygen to give his lungs time to develop. We have him under an incubator because his temperature was a little low."

"That means he will go home like a umm..."

April finishes his statement. "A full term baby."

That damn doctor still was perky. "As of right now no. We have to keep a eye out for other things that develop hours after birth. Jaundice and feeding issues. There's things I can't confirm until he has had all his test. Have the nurses here talked with you about the parenting classes and breastfeeding?"

"She wouldn't talk to them." Trey says dryly.

"You would still need to pump. He doesn't have any infection which is the best news. We want to keep him that way."

"What does breastmilk have to do with that?" Trey asks.

Everyone kinda gives him a look like shut up with your questions. I touch his hand. He should have known about that. But then again he probably didn't read the information April gave him about babies. I'm sure he didn't if he asking why he has to take a parenting class. He glances at me then the doctor.

"Breastmilk reduces the risk of infection."

"When can we see him?"

The doctor smiles. "Now. Only two people are allowed in the room. I understand that you have special arrangements for him. As of right now we still want to keep the risk of infection down, so only allowing two people inside the room would be best. The nurse didn't say where the baby is being moved but I approve the move."

Trey nods. "Okay."

"Moved? To another hospital?"

"No. Into a private room."

I take a deep breath. "You got to say that."

"What about my toddler? Can he see the baby?"

"I wouldn't suggest that today. Children carry bugs that only affect children." he pauses. "Let do this. How old is he?"

"2 and a half."

"I'll give the little guy a quick check up and when you move into the new room away from the other babies he can come in. If he passes his check up."

I smile. "He is not going to care about seeing a baby. Can I hold the baby?"

"I know you are anxious but not just yet."

"Okay." I sigh. "I been through this before."

The doctor seems to get excited about that. "Your son was premature?"

I start to roll my eyes at him. "He wasn't classified as premature because he was 38 weeks but I did have to leave him in the hospital. He had falsely failed his PKU test. Or... Yeah I think that one. And he had hypoglycemia."

"What the hell is that?" Trey asks then laughs.

"Low blood sugar. Why you laughing?" I snap.

He kisses me. "Nothing."

There's a tap on the door then loud ass Lane talking. I sit up in the bed. Look at my big boy. He punches Rollie then tries to kick him. Rollie spins him around then push him forward. Lane wasn't done with him though.

"Lane." I say.

"What?" he stops fighting Rollie. "Oh, it's the mommy."

He runs over to the bed then looks at Trey. He forgets all about being excited to see me. He runs around the bed to the side where Trey is.

"He looks pretty healthy. Let me send a nurse in." the doctor says walking out.

"What's up with the baby?" Rollie asks kissing me cheek.

I smile. "Same old shit."

Rollie chuckles. "I got some new shit. What really going on though?"

"His lungs aren't developed. They have to run test on him. He doesn't have any infection. I been drinking the hell out of that cranberry juice."

"I'm thankful he didn't get infection from you being dilated for so long." April says.

I roll my eyes. "I'm mad you got to hold my baby and I didn't. I didn't even see him."

"I got a picture of him as they were cleaning him." Helen says giving me my phone.

"You are heaven sent." I say grabbing it and flipping through the pictures.

Trey puts Lane on the bed. Lane feels like whenever someone says look or pictures his face has to be in the phone first so he can see. He doesn't care if your face is already there. I push him back so I could find the picture. He gets mad.

"Mommy, stop." he cries.

"Lane, you wait. Be respectful."

Lane pouts.

"It's not like he is going to like it. He was fighting me cause I said you had a baby." Rollie says.

"You might want to record this then." I laugh. "Awh, look at him."

"I see. I see." Lane says impatiently.

I give him the phone. "See Caden."

Lane makes a face. "I me?"

"No. That's Caden, not you."

"What that?" Lane says staring at the picture. "A baby?"

"Your brother."

Lane swipes the picture away. "No. That not a brother."

Trey chuckles. "He not trying to get it."

"No. He is a mess." I say then look at Rollie. "What news do you have?"

"Me?" Rollie says taking the phone from Trey. "Oh, visitors. You got visitors."

I roll my eyes. "No, shut. Don't... I'm on a short fuse right now. Don't play. I seriously don't feel like it. It hasn't hit me that my baby isn't in me still."

"Ma and her husband are in town."

"What the f... Freaking heck for?"

Trey laughs. "Jay you should hear yourself."

Rollie smiles then gets serious. "To see you and the new baby."

"Lord." April says.

"Amen to that. Call him cause I sure need him." I say rolling my eyes. "And miss church?"

Trey kisses me. "People are allowed to correct their mistakes. We talked about this."

"Yeah." I sigh.

"If you hold on to your grudge and not give them a chance you gonna be the bad person before it's all over." Rollie says. "Guess who picked them up?"

I laugh. "Not you."

"As long as you doing some forgiving and they doing right I'm with it. I'll even support it."

"So you called them?"

"No." Rollie retorts. "I said support not encourage."

Before I could ask April she says. "So who called?"

I shrug. "Probably MiMi."

"It is what it is." Trey says picking Lane up.

"I'm so ready to get up. Helen?" I say looking for her.

"Let's check you then make a decision." she says. "If you all wouldn't mind giving us a minute."

Trey scrunches up his face. "Check what? How are you going to determine if she can get up?"

"Tremaine, either step out or shut up." I say.

"We'll be out here." April says grabbing Lane. She whispers something to Trey.

He looks at me then sits down in the chair quiet. I bet he won't ask no more questions like that. He hates hearing about blood. He refused to take any part in the baby being pushed out. I know him. I told him he can wait outside. I raise my eyebrows at him. He smiles a bit. He cool won't let his true feelings show right now.

"You on something?" I ask.

"Why do people keep asking me that? How am I acting?"

I lay back in the bed. "Very together. Too calm."

"Mm."

I chuckle. "Okay."

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