Sir John Herschel you will always be famous

📂 i love your headcanons!

Aaahhhh thank you so much!! 

Alright so, in honour of ur username…. Imma spout a Dadzawa + Bakuson + cat headcanon 

(Quick shout out to @arschemy first tho! This was originally her idea and she really helped me <3)

The sun’s going down and Katsuki is on his way back to the dorms from his run. 

It’s cold out, not cold enough for a jacket but definitely cold enough for a long sleeved shirt. The sky is getting darker and Katsuki’s heavy breaths become visible after every short exhale. The boy’s maybe got another three or four kilometers left before he’s back at UA’s gates, he’ll probably be there in about ten minutes.

A small, dark gray dot appears on the light gray concrete about two meters away from Katsuki’s feet. Then another falls a little away from there. Soon, more specs materialize and before Katsuki knows it, rain starts pouring down all around him. The street is empty. His hair dampens and falls down his forehead, wet locks of blond hair cover the top of his eyes. Raindrops slide down his neck and partially soaked socks make every step uncomfortable. 

He should probably pick up the pace.

There’s a loud shriek. Or more accurately, there’s a loud shriek-like sound. 

The noise comes from the alleyway to Katsuki’s right and the teen halts his movement right away. 

Taking a couple steps back, Katsuki peeks past the corner of the wall. He’s just in time to see a cardboard box flip over and fall to the ground. After a moment of nothing, the thing knocks itself about three centimeters to the left.

Katsuki’s pretty sure unanimous objects aren’t supposed to be able to do that.

He should probably investigate this. 

Making sure to keep his footsteps light, Katsuki carefully steps closer to the box. He needs to be cautious, you never know who or what could pop out from under a box in a sketchy alleyway. 

mrrreowwww!

Oh. It’s just a fucking cat.

Great. 

Somewhere, deep in the teen’s heart, Katsuki’s honestly a little relieved. Everywhere else though, Katsuki feels really stupid. 

Not everything is out to get you, you fucking idiot.

Maybe he’s starting to turn a little paranoid.

The side of the box lifts up slightly, just enough for a little black paw to stick out from underneath. 

Katsuki stares.

A black nose nudges it’s way underneath the box too, it fits perfectly in the gap created by the small paw. Whiskers and pointy teeth poke out from under cardboard.

Soundlessly, Katsuki crouches down.

The cat's head nudges and squirms it’s way out from underneath the box, once the small, drenched face completely finds its way out of its cardboard prison, it freezes.

Katsuki doesn’t move.

Big, red eyes stare into his.

Neither of them blink.

Rain still falls around them. Fat drops of water crash to the ground and two creatures get soaked in a stare off.

The cat gives first, it carefully tilts its head before cautiously continuing the process of getting out from under the box. It’s eyes stay locked on Katsuki.

Katsuki blinks then, the movement is slow and he doesn’t dare move any other muscle.

The cat blinks back. The thing’s found its way out from the box and it takes a cautious step towards the blond. Its black, spikey fur is a little tangled and really wet. Its ears are back and flat against its head. The thing looks underfed, cold and ready to pounce.

Katsuki offers his hand.

The distance between the two is closed slowly. After a couple sniffles, the cat comes even closer, maybe it senses Katsuki’s warmth. Maybe it craves that warmth.

Fuck.

Katsuki didn’t think he’d be relating to a fucking alleycat when he left for his run an hour ago, yet here he is. 

The boy carefully gives the shivering creature a pat on its head. The thing immediately demands for more.

No.

Fuck. 

He can’t get attached to the fucking cat. He’s not even a cat person for fucks sake.

mew

A little black paw comes up to tap Katusuki’s hand after it paused in its movement. Big red eyes seem to glow in the dark.

Tch.

When the hell did he become so weak?

---

Katsuki prays to any deity that nobody hears him enter the dorms. He really really really does not need anybody talking to him right now.

The cat squirms around in Katsuki’s shirt. The thing’s still shivering a little bit, but it’s already much better than twenty minutes ago. It serves as a nice lil’ heater on Katsuki’s chest too.

After looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Katsuki makes a bee-line for the stairs. By some miracle, he actually manages to make it to his room undetected.

Once he’s got the cat inside, Katsuki does his best to help the little guy out.

First, he takes the thing to the showers. Luckily for them, it’s too early in the evening for anybody else to be around in the bathroom so they get all the space they need to clean/ warm up. 

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to discover the hardest part of the whole ‘cleaning process’. Even though the damn thing is already soaking wet, it absolutely refuses to touch the warm, clean water Katsuki prepared for it. Lets just say that giving the cat a much needed bath has earned the boy quite a couple scratches. 

The cat’s an annoying lil’ beast.

After both of them are all cleaned up though, it’s easy for Katsuki to brush the tangles out of the cat’s fur. The animal doesn’t put up any fuss and it actually seems to lean into the touch.

Katsuki finds some dinner for the both of them after all that is said and done. The cat desperately needs some food and water and although there isn’t any cat food in the dorms, they both make due with some random things Katsuki finds in the kitchen.

It’s too late to go out to a pet store right now, that’s just going to have to be done tomorrow.

The rest of the night, Katsuki and the cat just chill together. Katsuki honestly never knew watching a cat chase a laser could be so entertaining.

This kind of sucks, he thinks a couple hours after he found this monstrosity of a creature stuck under a fucking cardboard box in some random alleyway. 

He looks down to where the bundle of black fur is curled up on his chest, the damn thing is purring and maybe maybe it's definitely already earned a special spot in Katsuki's heart.

I can’t keep you.

Katsuki knows he can’t. It would be unfair to the cat and it would be too selfish of him.

It’s not like he wants it this way, but he knows- he knows the cat deserves better.

So, there’re really only two options:

1) Take the cat to a shelter. It’d probably find a good home to live in. There’s no guarantee that would be the case though.

Or

2) … Aizawa’s birthday is coming up. Katsuki hasn’t thought about what he wants to give his sensei yet but, everyone knows the man has a soft spot for strays. 

Yeah, Katsuki’s already made up his mind.

---

It’s been a suspiciously normal birthday so far. Shota’s a little over 15 hours into the day and somehow, with his hell class, nothing drastic has happened yet. It’s almost unsettling, not that Shota’s complaining of course. He just… isn’t used to this relative normalness. 

Whatever, he’s decided to just enjoy it. Perhaps the gods have finally decided to grant him a small break and the least Shota could do is accept that.

Anyway, Shota’s almost done giving his feedback speech to the kids and once it’s over, he’ll finally be free to take a much deserved nap. 

“All in all, you guys did a good job today. Each of you know what you need to improve on individually so make sure you do. Dismissed.” 

The class tiredly falters to the changing rooms at his words, except one stays where he is. The sight makes Shota sigh.

This is gonna be trouble, he thinks. The particular kid who's decided to stay behind is kind of notorious for- well he’s notorious for a bunch of things, but Shota will just use the word ‘danger’ for now.

Bakugou walks towards him as soon as the rest of the class is gone.

“Hey teach, I uhh gotchu somethin’.” The absolute hell child kind of awkwardly scratches the back of his head with those words. It’s obvious he’s having trouble with this, nevertheless Shota is incredibly proud of how far he’s come with his people skills. “Happy birthday I guess.”

Bakugou hands him a small, poorly wrapped package.

Honestly, Shota’s pretty surprised by the gesture. He… wasn’t expecting this. The class has already congratulated him with cake and gifts this morning, it was cheesy and sappy and sweet and it was done. The moment has already been had and it’s also already passed. Now Bakugou, of all people, is showing an extra form of affection towards him with whatever is wrapped in that paper.

Has the kid been hit with a quirk or something?

Unwrapping the package, Shota discovers... a collar. 

Oh god.

It’s red with black seams on the outside and black with red seams on the inside. 

Shota’s getting a very foreboding feeling about this, he’s also quite confused.

The man looks up to find Bakugou smirking.

“You can flip it around so either the black or red side shows.” The boy says.

“Bakugou, wha-?” 

“I chose this colour cause it matches with his eyes.”

The kid crosses his arms over his chest. Somehow, the smirk on his face grows, an unnamed feeling in Shota’s chest grows with it. 

“Also, I haven’t gotten a name tag yet cause I figured you’d want to name him yourself. Personally, I kinda liked ‘Dynamite’, but it’s obviously up to you though.” 

Shota gulps. Pieces are falling together and he’s not sure he likes the picture they show. 

What exactly did his devil spawn student do?

There’s no way- did he? Did he do what Shota thinks he’s done?

“Alright alright, look.” The kid says, hands up in a defensive stance. “Calm down sensei, jeez. Stop looking at me like you’re having a heart attack. I’ll explain, Okay?”

Shota takes a deep breath. He will show now sign of hope or excitement on his face.

“I was out on a run last week and I found a stray cat. I brought it back to the dorms cause it looked like shit and I- I just didn’t wanna leave it there.” Bakugou frowns at that, his gaze tears away from Shota’s and focuses on the ground instead. “Whatever. It’s really sweet and it deserves a good home. I knew you really liked cats and with your birthday coming up and all I just kinda figured you might want him? If you don’t then that’s fine of course, I just- hmph. It’s a good cat, okay?” The words are spoken clearly, Shota knows they’re used to hide insecurities though. Katsuki’s on the defensive.

There’s a lot to unpack. The main thing Shota notes is that Katsuki’s clearly gotten attached to this cat of his. 

To be honest, Shota’s already made up his mind about this. 

“So, you’re telling me you’ve been hiding a cat in your dorm room for a week now? You’re aware that’s against the rules right?” He keeps his voice calm and monotone.

The kid huffs. “Yeah, I have. And I do. I wanted to wait till your birthday to give him to you though, it’d kinda spoil the surprise if I told you.”

“True.” Shota stands up, thank god his capture weapon is there to hide his smile. 

Katsuki looks up to him and there’s a bit of a pause. He stares at Bakugou and Bakugou stares right back.

 “Well, am I going to be allowed to meet Dynamite or what?” Shota says, one brow quirked up in challenge.

Bakugou releases a breath, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, you better take good care of him though, sensei. You won’t be forgiven if you don’t.” There’s a smirk on the boy’s lips, but his eyes are dead serious.

A fucking shovel talk.

Heh, leave it to his hell child to give such a casual yet intimidating shovel talk about a cat. 

Pretty impressive.

He’ll be a fine hero, Shota thinks.

---

So, Dynamite is a fucking angel. Shota loves him and it’s no wonder Bakugou got so attached to him, the cat literally follows the boy around everywhere and Bakugou is definitely its favorite person.

It’s kind of nice, seeing the kid relax and let loose whenever he comes over to the teachers dorm for the creature. It happens quite often and Shota even brings the thing over to the dorms sometimes, just so Bakugou can hang out with it for a while.

What? It’s good to see the kid’s shoulders slump down whenever Dynamite sits on his lap. Bakugou absentmindedly strokes soft, black fur and the actions automatically makes his guard drop, albeit slightly. 

Honestly, at this point Dynamite isn’t even his cat anymore. It’s his and Bakugou’s cat.

Shota doesn’t mind.

Underneath The Spotlight- A Sanders Sides Fic

Taglist: @sophiexteresa thank you so much for all your support! You’ve been here since chapter one and I cannot thank you enough for always leaving such sweet comments! I hope you’ve enjoyed this story, read my note at the end which explains what will happen with this au next!

Chapter 14: When the Curtain Falls

Read chapter 1 here! / Read here on ao3!

A/N: this is it, folks! The final chapter has arrived!

Warnings: mentions of food

Logan led the six of them onto the stage one final time, and before they knew it, it was time to all hold hands and take their final bow. They soaked up the sound of audience applause one last time time as they stood proudly and took their bow before Logan led the line into the wings, and the stage and the lights and the audience were now all just a memory. A beautiful, perfect memory to be looked back upon for years to come.

On the walk back to the dressing room, Janus took out his phone, glanced at the screen and winced.

“Patton, our pizza’s almost here- we need to go to the foyer and collect it.”

Logan looked at him skeptically.

“You had your phone in your trouser pocket. While performing on stage?”

Janus smirked.

“Well, yeah, I had to keep track of the pizza. And, besides, that routine was ridiculously simplistic, it couldn’t possibly have fallen out.”

Logan sighed. “If you say so.”

Patton walked up to Janus.

“What are we going to do? We aren’t allowed to go to the foyer, if we get caught we’re in huge trouble.”

“You’re right,” Janus said.

They both looked at the doorway that lead from backstage to the front of house, and Thomas was conveniently stood directly in front of it. It would seem their plan was foiled. Unless...

“Roman!” Janus shouted. The one in red came over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Ah, perfect,” Janus said. “We need you to distract Mr. Sanders.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Our pizzas will be in the foyer in about thirty seconds, but Thomas is blocking the door. We need you to distract him so we can get through.”

Roman sighed. “Alright then, but only because I’m getting pizza too,” he chuckled.

Roman approached Mr Sanders, trying not to appear suspicious or awkward. Luckily, his teacher started the conversation for him.

“Roman! I really must congratulate you on how well you danced today. Your technique was flawless, your performance was incredible. You are honestly one of the most talented dancers I’ve ever come across, have you ever considered-“

As Roman and the teacher seemed already engrossed in conversation, Patton giggled.

“It’s working.”

Janus took his hand.

“Come on, Patton. Let’s get our pizzas.”

They managed to sneak past Mr Sanders with relative ease and were soon sprinting through the theatre’s corridors towards the foyer, twirling and leaping as they went. When they reached the stairs, Patton showed some signs of slowing down, and so Janus scooped him up and carried him down the final flight and into the crowded foyer, which was easy thanks to all their practice with lifts for the ballroom number.

Janus continued to carry Patton through the foyer, dodging audience members who smothered them with words of congratulations, heading towards the door. When they got there, it became apparent that they were just in time, the delivery person was just appearing on their motorbike. They took out six pizzas and approached the two dancers inside the theatre, but upon seeing Patton and Janus, their eyes widened and their mouth gaped open slightly. It was only then that the two of them realised how strange they must look, in their brightly coloured, glittery jackets, shiny dance shoes and bold show makeup. Whatever the pizza delivery person was expecting when they were asked to go to the theatre, it obviously wasn’t... well... this.

“Delivery for Janice?” they asked.

Patton giggled.

“It’s Janus,” the one in yellow muttered, clearly not amused Janus had already paid for the pizzas online, so all that was needed was to collect them, and as he had no spare arms due to still carrying Patton, the shortest held out his arms and took all six boxes.

“Thank you!” he beamed, as the delivery person smiled and walked away.

“Can you carry them all?” Janus checked, as the pizzas wobbled slightly in Patton’s arms. He steadied them and nodded.

“Perfect. Then let’s go back.”

The pizzas were all set out on the tables in the already crowded dressing room and the boys took slices as they packed away their costumes and makeup. There was little conversation while the once chaotic dressing room reverted back to the neat, empty space it had been hours before, save for the dancers’ suitcases leaning against the wall and the empty pizza boxes on the table, ready for the trash. The six of them stood silently at the door as they surveyed the now lifeless room. They wordlessly took their bags, Janus took the pizza boxes and they filed out, heading towards the foyer.

The front of the theatre was now empty and silent, void of the excited, showbiz atmosphere that had been so present just an hour before. Now all their costumes and makeup were gone, they couldn’t hide behind their dance personas anymore. They were just themselves, sharing this moment together.

Virgil took out his phone. “My dad’s waiting for me outside. I should probably get going.”

Patton went up to him and hugged him tight. “Bye bye Virgil. Thanks for everything tonight.”

“No problem, Pat.”

As he turned to leave, Remus spoke up.

“Hey! What about me?!”

Virgil blushed slightly, giving Remus a hug. “Alright, you attention whore,” he muttered.

“Oh, you love me,” Remus giggled as Virgil did not dispute. As the emo left, Remus looked around the rest of his friends.

“Imma go to the car, bro,” he said to Roman.

His twin nodded. “Meet you there.”

Roman looked to Logan.

“I’m proud of you,” he told him.

The nerd flushed. “As am I.” Roman took his partner’s hand in his and brought it up to his face, kissing it softly.

“I’m sure we’ll dance together again.”

“I look forward to it.”

“As do I.”

Roman was still beaming at him. “I should go, make sure Trash Man doesn’t get himself into trouble.”

Logan nodded, as Roman turned and left the theatre, no doubt to return and dazzle the audience once again in the future.

Patton smiled up at Logan.

“Bye-bye, Logie.”

“Goodbye, Patton.” he turned and left the theatre as well, leaving just Janus and Patton still in the foyer. They smiled at each other.

“Thanks for being the best dance partner ever, Jan,” Patton said, walking up to Janus and placing his arms around him, as they naturally found themselves in ballroom hold. They easily fell into a waltz, Janus leading Patton around the foyer as they both laughed silently.

They knew this wouldn’t be the last waltz, not by far. No, these six would dance their hearts out in many shows yet to come, and maybe even after that...

A/N: Hey!! So the “main story” for this au is over but I still have so, so many ideas! Like I’d love to explore the leadup to the show, and some of the aftermath. And I feel like I neglected Roman a bit in this story- he’s my favourite in the canon series and I’d love to explore this interpretation of him more. So there will definitely be (mostly quite short) oneshots in the future. please let me know if you’d like do be tagged in any of those!

I may also take suggestions for oneshots! Can’t promise I’ll write them all but, especially to you fanders who dance themselves, i’d love to hear your ideas! Comment or send me an ask to let me know!

But other than that, thank you so much for reading this far!! I have loved writing this fic and I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading

-Rose

Growing Pains...

Sooo I kicked off something that I’ve never written before haha I hope it’s okay!

Summary: Emmy has been with the gang since she was a little girl. Her mother moved on, leaving her to be raised by Dutch, Hosea and Susan. Arthur and John are her brothers (argue and she will fight you). Becoming a woman is hard when everyone still sees you as a child. Since the Blackwater mess she’s trying to find her feet while dealing with her new feelings for the gangs resident douchebag.

Tagging @strwxberrymilk @porkchop-ao3 @arthursgirl @angelsjudge and @scy77a but if you’d like to stop being tagged just let me know! :) Also if anyone else would like to be tagged just say the word xx

Pairing: Slow burn Micah x female OC.

Warnings: Swearing, comments alluding to abuse, sexual themes and a racial slur.

Chapter 15

“So as far as first shootout’s go, I’d say it went pretty well.” I declare to Arthur through gritted teeth.

“Yeaah went real well. Despite the fact yer now have’a new hole in yer leg.” Arthur replies without a modicum of humour.

“I can NOT believe you let this young lady run into a firefight, Mr Morgan. I expected this from the likes of Mr Bell but not you!” Miss Grimshaw chimes in while she wraps up my left thigh. The bullet was a through and through so I managed to avoid any sort of “surgery” and the slug was of a small caliber, so really, all in all, it could’ve been so much worse.

“I’m fine Sus-AN”I yelp after one very firm tug of the bandage, “Was that necessary!?”

Miss Grimshaw doesn’t answer me but gathers her supplies and with one last stern look, storms from the tent shaking her head and muttering under her breath.

Arthur laughs and shakes his head.

I maneuver my leg so it’s a bit more comfortable on my cot and Arthur sits on a crate next to me.

“You’re covered in blood by the way.” I state as I start to feel the effects of the whiskey coursing through my veins.

He huffs at me and replies, “Yea, well that happn’s when yer lugging people about with blood comin’ outta them.”

And then in my hazy state I remember.

“Lenny’ll be okay right?” I ask in a whisper.

“Ooh yeaa I was only jokin’ sweetheart. His wounds’a no worse than yers, just happens ta be in his shootin’ arm. He’ll live.” Arthur reassures with a hand on my cheek, “Now you sleep.”

“Tell everyone I owe them a drink okay?” I say back, feeling my eyes start to drop closed, “I did good dn’t I Art?” I slur.

All I register before I fall asleep is Arthur quietly chuckling and kissing my forehead.

We storm the ranch, guns blazing.

The rush running through me is unreal.

I’ve never been in a shootout and you know what, it’s not something I fancy doing again.

“Stay behind me.” Arthur growls as we push forward. There aren’t a lot of men but they appear to be well stocked with weapons, so we’re all planted in one spot pretty quickly. I’m with Arthur and Charles while the others are spread out alone.

From not too far away, as I duck down after firing a shot, I can see Micah smirking at me from behind a wagon. He winks at me and I find his ability to remain jovial at a time like this almost impressive.

The sound of a soft voice saying “Knock knock” jerks me awake.

“Hey, can I come in?” Sadie asks from tent entrance.

I struggle to sit up and rub at my eyes while saying “sure”. She comes in and takes Arthur’s spot on the crate next to my cot. It takes me a second to register where I am. Drinking half a bottle of whiskey in one go will do that to you. Even if it’s starting to wear off.

“You ‘kay?” she asks me quietly and it’s then I register the dull ache in my leg. Not too painful yet, but a horrible promise of what’s to come.

“Not bad….you alright?” I can see that she’s changed from her previous clothes and her hairs wet. She must’ve gotten blood on her as well. Either from me or Lenny.

“Oh, you know me.” Sadie replies but she seems a bit distant.

“Sadie. What’s wrong?” I ask quietly. Sadie looks at me but avoids direct eye-contact until I reach out for her arm asking a silent, “What’s wrong?”

“You know I ain’t good with feelin’s since Jakey….I….I’ve tried ta shut ‘em off as it were.” Sadie starts and I can see unshed tears in her eyes, “But I wan’ed ta say that….I wan’ed to tell ya….that I’m proud. Of you. Very proud.”

Suddenly the emotions of the night, along with the ache in my thigh, come crashing down upon me and my own unshed tears start to fall.

There’s a break in the gunfire and everyone takes the opportunity to rush forward towards the house. I see Micah bashing some guy in the face while Sadie uses her knife to slit another guys throat.

I’ve not sure I’ve ever seen something so brutal. But really what did I expect? I just need to remind myself that these “men” deserve everything they get.

“I want at least one Arthur” I say loudly to him as Charles breaks off from the two of us. We’re crouching and shuffling forward quickly, trying to stay out of anyone’s line of sight.

Then all of a sudden, we hear it. A scream and John’s shout.

“LENNY’S HIT!” he yells over to us.

“GET’IM OUTTA HERE MARSTON!” Arthur shouts back and as I look forward, I see the smoke and barrel of a gun pointing out of an upstairs window.

A barrel that now points at my brother.

“ARTHUR” I scream to gain his attention and then aim my gun. I pull the trigger and after a few seconds, a man comes tumbling down to splat onto the ground in front of us.

Arthur clears his throat and looks back at me smirking, “Well….I’d say ya got one.”

“Well if that weren’t just the sexiest thing.” Micah shouts over to us, causing every other man around to snarl. However, they have no time to dwell on him because soon guns start firing again.

“Sadie” I murmur while holding her hand with my spare one, “I didn’t even really do anything. I got one guy.” I laugh, trying to ease the tension, but Sadie shakes her head.

“That’s not….you got us there….imagine if you hadn’t….” She says quietly squeezing my hand. All I can manage is a nod.

After what feels like forever the guns stop and the sick bastards are dead.

My gang start looting bodies and rifling through draws and cupboards while I look around….and maybe kick the odd body now and then. The place is disgusting. Absolutely vile.

I walk through the open plan kitchen/livingroom but trip after I stand on a particularly springy floorboard (that my feet weren’t expecting) that’s covered by an old faded rug. Annoyingly I trip straight into Micah’s arms who revels in my clumsiness. As usual.

“Woah now Miss. This ain’t the time ta be gettin’ frisky…..I mean we can but big brother over there might take some offence.” He drawls into my ear playfully and I push him back, knowing he’s just trying to get a rise out of Arthur.

I start to move the rug and mumble under my breath so he can hear, “Why couldn’t it have been Charles.”, causing Micah to fake his hurt in an over reacted clench of his heart.

“You wound me.” He gasps and despite myself, I laugh.

“Help me with this will you?” I ask and he makes a snide remark about “getting Charles to help” but ultimately relents when seeing my unamused face.

We pull back the rug to reveal a trap door.

“Looky looky” Micah whistles to himself and tugs up the heavy wood, which opens to a basement.

“Okay you wait here.” I say while I take a step forward but Micah puts his hand out in front of me.

“I don’t think so Missy. You won’t see a damn thing down there.” He scoffs and I motion to a lamp that’s been, luckily, undisturbed by the gunfire.

“Hand me that then.” I ask and he rolls his eyes, but does as I ask.

“Just don’t break a nail or nuthin’” he scoffs to himself and I just flip him off.

I slowly make my way down into the basemen and when I touch the floor I yell,

“Micah!! Get my brothers!”

Sadie squeezes my hand before kissing it.

“You did good. Be proud. We are.” She says quietly to me and I smile. I really smile.

“Thank you, Sadie.” I whisper through my emotional haze and she gets up slowly, making her way to the entrance of the tent. She stops before she exits and looks at me for a moment.

“Look. When you’re ready. Come see me okay? We’ll talk.”

I nod, knowing exactly what she means. Arthur did want me to talk to someone.

After Sadie leaves, I settle back down onto the cot and close my eyes. Willing myself to sleep away the increasing pain in my thigh.

When I descend the final step, I shine the lantern around as the smell from the basement makes me gag. What I see makes me cry out for Micah.

“Micah!! Get my brothers!” I yell and watch as the three young girls in front of me cower away on the furthest wall, “Fucking hell.” I whisper to myself and move to approach them.

“You’re okay. You’re safe now.” I try telling them but they huddle impossibly closer together and push themselves further back onto the wall. I think for a second that I should yell for Sadie. My gut reaction was my brothers but that’s just out of habit. I think this will need a woman’s help.

However, before I can yell for anyone else, I feel the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed behind my head.

“You killed my men” comes a revolting voice behind me.

“Technically, I only killed one…” I reply but completely shut up once the barrel pushes painfully into my temple, “….okay so not the time for being a smartass, got it.”

“Emmy?” Arthur yells down into the basement but stops his movement at the hatch once he catches sight of the gun against my head.

“Yeah, I’m here….and um, I’ve made a friend.” I joke humourlessly as the man guides me up the basement stairs. Once we’re at the top I see that Arthur and John have brought Lenny inside as the others look around. He’s sat on a shot up sofa while my brother’s stand with their hands up and away from their guns.

“Just shoot him!” I shout at them. I’ll be damned if one of these assholes get away.

“Emmy, shut the fuck up.” John growls quietly and the little sister in me wants to hit him so bad. But the gun to my head keeps me firmly in place.

“Now this’s how it’s gonna go down. Imma get to one’ve ma horses with ya little lady here. We’re gonna ride off and once I know ya ain’t followin’, I’ll letta go. ‘kay?” the man snarls and from his breath alone I can tell he’s vermin.

Everyone takes a breath and you just know they’re waiting for Arthur.

“Now, that ain’t gonna happen friend.” He says sternly while keeping his hands away from his holster.

Suddenly the door blasts open and Micah, along with Sadie and Charles come barging in asking what’s taking so long. They instantly freeze and for once I see pure confusion on his face. He also looks at Arthur for the solution. Even if he’d never admit it.

“Who’s dumb idea was this anyway?” I hiss rhetorically but Micah just has to answers.

“Yours” he replies and even though I have a gun to my head, I roll my eyes, “Yes thank you Micah.”

Micah shrugs and Arthur gives everyone in the room a death glare.

“Everyone shut the hell up! And hands where I cn see em’! You too darky.” The man shouts and motions to Lenny.

“Do I look like I can fire a gun right now!?” Lenny snaps back holding his bloody upper arm.

Knowing what this man is and hearing how he speaks to Lenny makes me feel physically sick. But not just that, it makes me stupid with rage. I see red.

I decide there and then that if I’m going to die, I’ll be taking this fucker with me.

I move the hand that’s still holding the lantern back a bit, positioning it over this guys foot. And then I simply…..let go.

As soon as I do, I duck as much as I can in his grip and watch as the lantern hits his foot.

His gun fires. But so does everyone else’s.

It was all a big blur. One moment I’m ducking and elbowing this pervert in the dick as flames quickly engulf his leg and then the next, I’m on the floor with a hole in my thigh.

Everyone fires so the man is quickly riddled with bullets and lies burning on the floor. Charles grabs the rug and smothers the flames before they can spread further. Everyone else just remains in place, stunned.

The shock wears off quickly and the pain in my leg starts.

“WHO. THE FUCK. SHOT ME!?” I shout as Arthur throws himself to the ground to wrap his bandana around the wound. It’s quiet for a few seconds (other than my pathetic “ow ow ow’s”) and then a small voice pipes up from the corner.

“Um…I think that was me….” Lenny says timidly from his position on the sofa, a smoking gun still hanging from his pained hand.

“Why the fuck did you shoot!?” Micah shouts at Lenny and Charles jumps to his defense, “Everyone shot! Could have been anyone….”

Unfortunately, Micah wasn’t having any of it and argues back. Then Arthur joins in…..and then John who was annoyed at Arthurs handling of the situation…..then Lenny sticks up for Arthur….who turns his anger onto Micah for bringing this whole thing upon us.

It was ridiculous.

The only people not making any noise are me and Sadie who catches my eye from across the room, causing us both to burst into laughter. Making all the men stop.

“My first gunshot and it was given to me…..by Lenny!?” I say wheezing through my laughter as Arthur helps me up. I stumble as I struggle not to put too much weight on my left leg.

“Could’ve been worse!” Arthur says sternly to me and I just pat his face like you would a child who’s too riled up.

“Yeah, yeah” I whisper looking away and remembering what caused all of this.

“They’re holding girls down there.” I say grimly looking from the basement to the others around me.

“Girls?” Sadie says taking a large step forward to me and I nod.

“Three of them….they look around 12/13 years old.” I whisper to her.

Sadie nods and orders the men out before turning to me softly, “Let’s go get them.”

“Hey…..hey!” Micah barks as he shakes me awake.

“God damn Micah!” I growl after I’ve gathered my bearings, “You could’ve woken me up nicely!”

“Oh yeah…how would you want me to wake you up then?” Micah drawls while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Try not at all” I say sickly sweet back to him. He’s taken residence on the very popular crate by my bed.

Micah scoffs and turns away from me scratching the back of his neck. He’s not wearing his hat and he’s changed into his black shirt, the one I borrowed. He shakes his head while turning his gaze to the ground.

“You okay?” I ask quietly when he fails to look back at me, “Micah?”

I reach out and touch his arm, but doing so pulls at my leg, causing me to hiss. Micah snaps his attention back to me.

“Hey don’t go movin’ around! You gotta be more careful.” He barks again and moves further towards me, placing my hand on his arm where I was reaching for him. I smile.

“You sound like Arthur” I chuckle despite the pain in my thigh.

“Pfft. Guess he can’t always be wrong then.” Micah scoffs and looks at the bandage on my thigh. “I still can’t believe that idiot shot you!”

“It’s not like he meant to and anyways I’m lucky he wasn’t using his own gun. Just one he found on the ground. Might’ve been a lot worse otherwise.” I sigh looking down at where my skirt is ridden up. I no longer have my cut off union trousers under it so one thigh is completely bare while the other one is covered in bandages. I catch Micah looking.

“Hey”, I snap my fingers at him, “My eyes are up here buddy.”

I expect some witty retort but instead he picks up the hand that lies on his arm….and kisses it. His mustache tickles my knuckles and the feeling makes me sigh happily. For a short moment I close my eyes and forget about the hole under the bandages.

“You did good out there.” He eventually says in a whisper. If he wasn’t so close I’d of never heard him.

“Thank you” I reply giving him a sleepy smile. I shift a bit and wince at the pull in my thigh.

“You want some more whiskey?” Micah asks me and I shake my head.

“Nah, it’s making me feel a bit sick. I just need to sleep….which I was doing very well I’ll have you know.” I say narrowing my eyes are him. Micah laughs and shifts even closer.

“You know…I could make you feel a whole lot better without whiskey.” Micah whispers into my ear and I shiver at the sensation of his breath on my neck. Micah puts his large calloused palm on my good thigh and lets his thumb graze over my knee.

“Micah” I whisper, instantly feeling my underwear become wet, “I was shot like, three hours ago.”

Micah kisses from my ear down to the side of my neck and back up again. He delicately licks at my ear and nibbles on my lob before saying “Mmhm and I think that means you deserve somethin’ don’t you? For doin’ so good….savin’ those girls….you did real good.”

As much as I’d go to my grave denying it, Micah’s praise is doing something to me. I lie my head back and close my eyes, giving into the sensation of his large fingers skimming my inner thigh. The only problem is he’s said the word that I’ve heard one too many times to feel good.

“Thing is Micah,” I whisper opening my eyes. I run my hand up into his hair and pull his head back to look me in the eyes. I lick my lips and plunge forward connecting my lips to his in a brief, heated, dominating kiss. One that, if it had a winner, would be me. I nip his bottom lip as we detach, “I don’t like being told what I ‘deserve’.” I finish by licking along the seams of his lips and let go of his hair.

I settle back into my cot and gently take his hand from my inner thigh and press it to my soaked underwear.

“Fuck” Micah sighs under his breath and I can see the tell-tale signs of him growing hard in his trousers. His eyes snap to mine as I start to gently rut against his fingers which I’ve maneuvered to press against my aching clit.

“You see….” I whisper to Micah as I pick up the pace as much as I can with my injured leg, “…..telling me what I ‘deserve’ makes it feel like I’m being gifted something…..” I continue to rub his fingers against me and I can see Micah rub his erection through the fabric of his trousers. His eyes haven’t moved from where his hand has disappeared up my skirt.

“……when the reality is…..” I pause a moment while I slip my underwear to the side and allow one of Micah’s thick fingers to enter me, “…..I take what I want. Not what men think I ‘deserve’”

My tent is filled with the sounds of Micah quietly grunting as he palms himself and the wet, slick noise of his finger being moved in and out of my tight heat. When I feel that I’m ready, I move another of his fingers to push into me and once I feel adjusted, I snap my fingers at Micah to grab his attention.

Micah watches with his mouth hanging open as I lick my own essence from my fingers. I then lie back and hold the top of my cot before asking huskily, “You know what to do right?”

It takes a moment for Micah to come to his senses but when he does, he snaps his mouth closed and lunges for my lips. While he kisses me, a kiss that I allow him to control, his fingers begin to move inside me.

“Yer so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear and the sensation sends shockwaves all the way down to my core, “and tight. Jesus, so tight.” Micah’s other hand moves to his belt and I grab the wrist of his hand currently fucking me. He stops and looks at me.

“No….this is mine remember.” I say to him cockily, “I’m happy to finish alone. But I will admit I’d rather ride your fingers than mine.”

Micah removes the hand from his belt and moves to tower over me on the cot. His right-hand resumes fingering me while his left moves to clutch at the top of the cot near my head. He very, very carefully places his knee on the cot, making sure to avoid my injured thigh.

“You like being in charge?” he hisses at me while his fingers move faster and faster, “That’s fine…..for now.” Micah moves his thumb to my clit and starts applying just the right amount of pressure. I grab the sides of his face and pull his lips to mine to quieten my moans and then grab at his shirt to keep him in place.

“Faster” I gasp between kisses and Micah obliges, “Fuck, you feel so good.” I praise and I’m sure I see his eyes light up, “Don’t stop.” Micah shakes his head and kisses at my neck again while my free hand finds purchase in his long hair.

I feel myself climb higher and higher towards my peak as Micah kisses and nibbles along my neck. I know he wants to sink his teeth in but he also knows that wouldn’t end well. Micah wants more than his fingers inside me one day and if he pushes too far, he knows he’ll lose that opportunity. Micah’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid.

“You like my fingers darlin’?” Micah drawls as he pulls back to look at me. I nod eagerly and whimper the closer I get. Micah moves his free hand to my face and brushes his thumb down to my lips which I eagerly take into my mouth and suck. “Fuckin’ hell baby….keep doin’ that….” When I stop sucking, Micah adds a quick “please.”

Micah’s fingers, along with his hot breath on my face as he pants and his thumb moving in and out of my mouth, causes me to hit my high and I cum. Hard. I grab the wrist under my skirt and still his hand which I grind against to ride out the final waves of pleasure.

I bite down hard on Micah’s thumb to contain my cries and for a moment I worry that I’ve hurt him but when I open my eyes, I’m met with his signature smirk. I also notice he’s breathing very, very hard.

As he removes his fingers from me, I glance down to his lap and see a dark stain spreading around his crotch. I bite my lip as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks my wetness off of them.

“Well” he huffs once he’s finished, “That was somethin’.”

I can’t help but laugh and can only get out a quiet, “Yep.”

Micah smiles and leans down to capture my lips with his, giving me a taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulls back, he takes a moment to grasp my face and growl. I wink at him and giggle as he pulls his face away from me; the euphoria, whiskey and exhaustion from the day making me giddy.

“Goodnight darlin’” he drawls quietly and honestly the only thing I can manage is a nod. My body is tingling and I feel weightless. As Micah straightens up, fully ready to face anyone outside my tent with his wet crotch, I feel my body giving into sleep.

Before I doze off, I’m almost 100% sure I feel blankets being pulled up over me as the lantern is dimmed.

Tomorrow Will Come

CHAPTER ONE

fandom: black friday 

pairings: ethan/lex

words: 1583

trigger warnings: swearing, abuse/neglectful household

All Lex wants is to get out of Hatchetfield, to get to California where she and her sister can start a new life. But navigating her current life in Hatchetfield is proving to be more difficult that it seems. However, returning to school after having taken a year off, she meets a boy who just might change that. 

an: me? writing somethings other than sanders sides? yeah, never thought i'd see the day either. this is a prequal to black friday that i'm writing because ethan is making me sad and he (plus lex and hannah) deserved better. also i'm lowkey obsessed with black friday rn so like what are you expecting. anyway, hope y'all enjoy this?

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The morning sun warmed her skin as she walked down the street, wishing that she was anywhere else. California - that's where she wanted to be. Away from Hatchetfield, away from her mom, away from this life.

But she couldn't leave. Not yet. This was her first day back at school, the first day of her trying to get her shit back together. If she could just get through this year, pass her exams and get some sort of qualifications, she could get a job and save up and soon enough she would be out of here. Just her and Hannah, starting a brand new life.

"Okay, Banana, here we are," Lex said, spinning ninety degrees and letting go of her little sisters hand. "Just head on through that gate-"

"Don't leave."

Lex sighed and closed her eyes. "Hannah-"

"Don't leave."

She crouched down so that she was eye level with Hannah and attempted to smile, but she was afraid it came off as more passive aggressive. "You need to go to school, and so do I. So just head on through the gate, I'm sure your friends are waiting on the other side."

Hannah looked down.

"I'll be back later," Lex promised. "As soon as school has ended for you, I'll be standing right here to take you home, okay?"

Hannah kept her eyes fixed on the ground. "Right here?"

"Right here," Lex confirmed. "As soon as you leave the gate."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

Hannah's head tilted up, looking through the school gates. "What if it's bad?"

Lex shook her head. "It won't be bad. You'll have fun. You like school, remember?"

"I liked school," Hannah said.

"So what's different now?" Lex asked.

Hannah didn't respond.

"See? There's nothing to be afraid off." Lex rose back up, now looking down at Hannah who still wouldn't budge. "Hey, how about after school we go to the bakery? I'll get you one of those cakes that you love."

Hannah glanced up. "The yellow icing?"

Lex smiled. "The yellow icing. If you make it though the school day, I'll get you one. As a treat."

Hannah smiled back. "Okay."

"Then it's settled!" Lex stood back. "I'll see you after school, okay?"

"Right here?"

"Right here."

"Goodbye."

Hannah turned and walked through the gates, and Lex let out a sigh of relief. She stayed for a moment longer, watching Hannah until she entered the building, just to be sure that she got there alright. When Lex was certain that her sister was safe, she turned and continued on her journey to her own school, a couple streets over.

She silently cursed herself for promising to buy Hannah that cake, having no idea where she would get the money from. There wasn't really anyone at school who'd lend her a couple dollars, but theft wasn't really off the table...

Shut up, she told herself. Obviously theft is off the table. She couldn't get into too much trouble this year. Not after the trainwreck that last year was. She just needed to make her way through high school, secure a good enough job, and get out of this town.

She'd find the money somewhere. She must have had a few coins lying in the bottom of her backpack - she could check later at school. And if not, she could always cut back on lunch. She'd snatched a couple dollars off the table before she left the house, whilst her mom was still asleep, so that she'd have a little money to spend on lunch - she'd already used up the rest of their food for Hannah's lunch. It wasn't as if Lex needed to eat, though. She'd be fine.

But of course, if she was really desperate, maybe she'd be able to make the workers at the bakery pity her. She'd done that act a little more times than she probably should have, and it didn't always work but it wasn't as if she didn't have a shot. Maybe she'd get lucky and be served by an employee that didn't want to murder her.

Lex reached her own school far too soon for her liking. Part of her wanted to carry on walking around the back of the school for a cigarette before classes started, but she stopped herself, because this was the year that she'd be responsible. If not for her sake, then at least for Hannah's. Besides, she didn't have any on her - deliberately, as she'd known that it would be far too tempting if she did.

She walked through the gates and towards the building, eyes locked on the ground and hands in her pockets, trying her best not to draw any attention. People were probably wondering what she was doing back, what she was doing last year. Or maybe people had already forgotten about her, maybe nobody really cared about her presence at the school - that seemed to be the far more likely option, the more she thought about it.

Somebody shoved past her shoulders in the hallway, causing her to stumble to the side and almost fall over it. After regaining her balance, Lex glared at the culprit. "Hey, watch it, asshole!" she shouted.

The culprit turned around and looked at her, a mixture of concern, regret, and fear swirling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Fuck off!" Lex turned around and began walked in the opposite direction, not really caring about what the guy had to say for himself. She didn't want to start a fight, not yet. Not so early in the school year.

Just make it past today, she told herself, turning a corner to head round the long way to class.

When she reached her classroom, she continued with her eyes locked on the ground, and found a seat at the back window. Slumping down in her chair, she looked out across the field, realising that she didn't miss this at all.

It's just this year, she kept reminding herself. Then California.

Somebody sat down next to her and she groaned. "Do I know you?"

Placing his bag under the table, the guy replied, "We just met."

She turned her head towards him, confused before she realised who it was. "Oh, God. Seriously?" It was that guy, the one who had quite literally bumped into her.

"I just wanted to apologise," he said. "Really, I didn't mean to push you."

Lex rolled her eyes. "Sure you didn't."

"I'm telling the truth." He drummed his fingers on the table. "I'm really sorry."

"Well." She closed her eyes. "Now that you've apologised or whatever, you can go and sit with your friends and leave me the fuck alone."

He blinked. "I was actually-"

"Okay, class, settle down," the teacher said, walking into the classroom. He began to take the register and teach his lesson, so the guy didn't budge.

Lex supposed that meant she was stuck with him for the rest of the school year. Perfect. Just perfect.

She spent the first lesson not really paying attention and instead stealing glances at him every now and again. He had dark brown, curled hair, shaven a little at the back, and wore a worn-down black leather jacket. He seemed to be concentrating very hard on the lesson, although every now and then he'd glance at Lex and she would quickly look away.

When the lesson ended, Lex stood up and grabbed her bag, attempting to exit the classroom before he could talk to her again. She wasn't planning on making any new friends this year. She didn't have time for that, not between desperately trying to pass her classes and taking care of her sister. For now, she kept her head down and ignored anyone who tried to slide into her life.

She didn't meet that guy again until last period, in Mr Houston's class. He approached her again and spent the whole lesson by her side, with Lex silently planning the best way to murder him.

"Why are you talking to me?" she finally asked him, when Mr Houston set them off on a task.

He frowned. "Why wouldn't I talk to you?"

"I don't know you," she said. "We don't know each other."

"Oh. Well-" He reached out a hand. "I'm Ethan Green."

She rolled her eyes. "Knowing your name doesn't mean that I know you."

"How are you supposed to get to know me if we don't talk, then?"

Lex groaned. "Is it so hard to understand that I don't really want to talk to anybody?"

Ethan hummed. "You weren't here last year, were you?"

She shook her head. "Obviously not."

"Did you just transfer here?" Ethan asked.

"No." She sighed. "Well, not really. I didn't come in last year, but I was here the year before that."

"Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions that really aren't any of your business." 

"I'm just curious," he defended. "You seem like a nice enough person." 

Lex laughed. 

"What's funny about that?" 

She sighed. "I think literally everybody else in here would disagree with that." 

The bell rang. 

Lex smirked. "Well, I'd say it's been nice, but it really hasn't." She grabbed her bag again and began to walk out, but Ethan still ran to catch up with her. 

"Do I get a name yet?" 

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' and turning the corner. Ethan seemed to stop following her after that, and she let out a sigh of relief. 

One day of school done. One day closer to California. 

thank you for reading! imma try to get the next chapter out soon (maybe at the weekend? idk.) if you want to be tagged when that happens, let me know :) 

Everfalls

•Chapter 17•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: The Losers attend the school's annual field trip to a small island. What possibly could go wrong?! )

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The next morning Richie drove the two Ancestors to school in time to meet up at the required time before the bus leaves at 6.

“What animal schedules a school trip at 6 am?” Richie groaned as he parked at his normal spot in the school parking lot. Once the engine was off Richie finally turned to look at Eddie but quickly glanced down at their hands that were intertwined on the console between them.

After the fight and Richie’s terrible impressions, they eventually made up; they both mentally agreed that they can’t risk separating at this point, especially with the trip in literal hours.

“Well we’re here, we can’t bail now,” Eddie shrugged as he looked from Richie, out into the rising sun over the horizon. “Come on, let’s go puppy.” Eddie requested with a smirk as he opened his door, nearly took a step out before he looked over to Richie for help, his big doe eyes shining in the morning sun.

Richie smiled warmly before he hopped out, went to Eddie’s side and took his hand in his to help him down. “M'lady,” Richie said as Eddie stepped down beside him.

In response he got a slap on the shoulder, “Trashmouth” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag from the back and stepped aside to allow Richie to retrieve his own before they closed the trunk and made their way towards the school.

The rest of the Losers could be seen by the bleachers not too far away from where the teachers were rounding up all the other students who were going on the trip.

“Sup Losers!” Richie called out as he and Eddie approached the others.

“Hey Rich, glad you could make it.” Bev shot him a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

“I don't think any of us have ever seen you up before 8.” Mike joked, he turned to Eddie and asked, “Did you have to lure him out of bed with like a 6 shot of coffee?”. Mike didn’t make jokes like that often, but when he did, they were good.

Richie let out a bark of laughter and slapped his thigh, “Aha! Mikey gets off a good one. No but seriously imma pass out on the bus wake me up when it’s time to go home”. No one was sure whether he was being serious or not…

It was a miracle that all of the Losers were conveniently going on this trip. It was an English trip that was always accompanied by the Creative Writing class, which was taught by Mrs. Stuart. So Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were all in English together while Bev, Bill and Mike took the creative writing class.

While they awaited for further instructions from their teachers, the teens talked about random gossip they’d heard recently or rant about family/school life. Almost everyone had something to add, almost. Bill nodded and looked interested, yet he never spoke, well unless he was spoken to but everyone got the vibe that he wanted to be left alone (which was correct). So he stood slightly behind Stanley, so close that the taller boy could feel Bill’s heavy sigh on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down Stan’s spine.

When it was time to line up to get onto the bus, the Losers were the first in line. It allowed them to get the luxury of the back seats. Bill claimed the window seat of the second last seat, Stan slid in beside him, the two boys almost immediately fell asleep, Bill head rested on Stan’s shoulder while Stan’s rested on top of Bill’s. Mike claimed the seat behind them, the back seat. He sat on the edge with his feet in the aisle to face his friends. Richie and Eddie took one back seat while Ben and Bev claimed the one in front of them.

Everyone got settled and ready for the hour (or so) ride ahead. Suddenly, Ben whipped out Uno, things just got interesting.

~

“Don’t you fucking dare do it” Eddie glared daggers at Richie who slowly placed a pick up four card on top of the privious Uno card.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie swore as he tossed the rest of his cards down onto the pile.

Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Eddie fume and sulk in the corner. Ben and Bev joined in as they sat on their knees and leaned over the back of their seat and into Eddie and Richie’s area.

“Wanna play another round?” Ben inquired as Eddie shook his head.

“I’m tired- plus if this ass hat pulls another plus 4 card out I’m going to kill everyone on this bus, then myself” Eddie said in a joking tone.

Once Bev and Ben were turned around and settled back into their seat, Eddie leaned his head against the window and his hands on his knees.

Neither of them could deny the fact that they both felt a little claustrophobic on the bus, their Ancestral sides craved to break out and run free. They felt too big for their bodies, like their skin was stretching and their bones were aching.

Richie examined the other Ancestor, the morning sunlight made his freckles shine like stars in the night sky. As much as he wanted to count each and every one of them, his attention was caught by something that rippled over Eddie’s hand. He looked down and noticed how the veins on Eddie's hands, the ones that usually go unnoticed, were dark, almost black. As if someone had injected a black ink like iquo into his veins. Richie quickly slapped a hand over Eddie’s.

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the hand that Richie held. “It’s okay Rich, it happens on the full moon sometimes. Usually not this early on in the day but- later on it’ll get worse. For the both of us” A grime wave passed over Eddie's eyes as he looked at Richie.

Richie shook his head, slowly, and carefully took Eddie’s hand in his and lifted it up to his face where he kissed the back of his hand, black veins and all.

Eddie blushed, leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and held him close. “Get some shut eye, we’ve still got a ways to go…”.

~

“Okay ladies and gentlemen” Mr Brock said as he stepped off the bus, ahead of the students. “Woah one by one” He instructed as the students began rushing out of the bus.

The losers were the first ones on, that mean they would be the last ones off. Seeing the cliffs, the long green grass, the water that came with the salt in the air, Eddie and Richie were dying to get out and be one with nature. Their extra energy had them bouncing in their seats as they waited for the line up to slowly make its way out of the bus.

“Tag” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear the moment he stepped off the bus. Immediately afterwards he started sprinting away from the bus, his Ancestral blood pumping through his veins, a certain weight lifted off their shoulders as they ran out in the open. Richie had ran in a circle around their group of students before Eddie quickly caught up and slapped his back-

“Boys calm down!” Mrs. Stuart, called out with a small glare.

Richie halted, Eddie ran into his back. They both turned and giggled like little school girls. “Good one Rich, getting us in trouble before the tour even starts” Eddie mumbled as Richie elbowed him back in response.

Soon a representative from the island came to talk to them and explain how they’d go to the main castle and that’s where they’d meet the tour guide. During that time, Riche took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The wind blew in soft bursts through the tall lush grass on the outskirts of the small city, which consisted of the main building, which could’ve been called a small castle by the way it looked from the outside. Not only was it a castle but it also dubbed as a hotel. But there were also about 20 houses and some general stores. Beyond the main city area, the grass flowed out onto the gravel beaches and into the white waves. Farther out, down a hill there would be ruins of the original city that once laid there. All that was left were tunnels, caves and cement foundation.

“Now this would be a cool place to spend a full moon…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he imagined it in his head.

“Hmm sure” Eddie replied without taking his eyes away from the teacher who was speaking.

“Seriously though! Imagine it, running wild in the ruins, frightening the villagers” Richie jokes. Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie sighed, “Okay what about the beach? You can’t say you haven’t imagined spending a full moon out by the water” he reasoned as he looked at Eddie straight on.

Eddie’s arms that had once been crossed were now down by his sides, “Even if I did, it’s not like we can, our safest option is to just spend it with your dad. We cannot risk getting caught, not now” he huffed.

The wolf knew the rabbit had a point, but he couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to live like the Ancestors had before, at one with nature.

~

“So if you would kindly follow me into the lobby where you will be introduced to your tour guide for today” The man explained as he led the group through the little town area that separated them from the castle.

All the students oowed and awed at the old fashioned buildings that sat on either side of the road they walked on. Everything was made out of red burgundy bricks, wooden rooftops and white fences.

“It is kinda cool…” Eddie mumbled to Richie.

The group approached the castle and noticed the professional looking lady that stood on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to our quaint little island of Balmoral” The lady held her arms out to welcome the students before she continued her speech. “This island is protected by the ocean on all sides, the only way of accessing it is during the day while the tide is low. So our time is short, that’s why I’m so glad we get to have you all hear for the limited time between high tide, shall we begin?”.

“That’s what I was saying! Come on Eddie spaghetti you really need to start listening to me-“ Richie was cut off when he ran into Eddie who was walking infront of him, but had ubrutly stopped. “Woah what’s up spaghetti-“

“Shut up trashmouth” Eddie hissed, his eyes wide, body frozen in shock. Before Richie could question him further, Eddie took a few swift steps and practically hid behind Richie’s taller figure.

“Shut up- Shut up shut up!” Richie turned to face Eddie who shrank back, away from Richie touch. His voice was low and anxious, he was almost shaking as his eyes finally met.

“Woah what’s going on. Eddie talk to me” Richie whispered low enough for only Eddie to hear. To comfort Eddie, Richie reached his hand out and placed it on the back of the other’s head, sliding his fingers under Eddie’s beanie and into his hair. He felt Eddie physically melt into his touch

Eddie hesitated before he Began, “T-That lady is-“.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked with concern as he came up from behind them.

“A-Asthma” Eddie gasped as he started waving his hand around as if he were gesturing for someone to give him something.

Richie rapidly clued in on what Eddie was gesturing to. He did that dance when you check your pockets, he tried his inner jacket pocket, outer jacket pocket, amd both of his pant pockets. Then hre remembered where he kept it and leaped to open his bag’s back pocket. Quickly he yanked Eddie’s spare inhaler from the pocket, shook it rapidly and handed it to Eddie.

The rabbit barley had any time to question why Richie had it before he popped it in his mouth, one pump, two pumpes. Finally his breath slowly began to return.

“I-I’m okay” Eddie breathed, releaved to be able to have his breath back.

“Always prepare, right Rich?” Mike clapped him on the back, shooting him a proud smile before he went to catch up with the rest of the Losers who were at the front of the group. Stan had noticed Eddie’s little attack and instead of leading the rest of the group towards the ancestors, he suggested they go towards the front to hear what the tour guide had to say, in hopes that they wouldn’t notice what was happening.

Eddie and Richie stayed behind as they turned to face eachother.

“What the hell is going on?” Richie demanded with a serious tone.

“Me? Why the hell do you have my spare inhaler? I knew I lost this thing!”.

“I took it to be prepared for exactly this” Richie said.

Eddie began theoriesing, “But my asthma never fucking acts up anymore so why-“.

Richie sntached the inhaler out of Eddie’s grasp and shoved it back into his pocket, “OKay I was worried? Sue me. What the fuck happened in the first place?”.

It was almost as if Eddie had forgotten what he’d seen only minutes before. “That lady, the fucking tour guide, is in the council-“

“WHAT!” Richie exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention in doing so. The students, teachers, and the lady tour guide all turned to stare at the all too shocked teenage boy and his smaller, feistier boyfriend. “What do you mean this was Shakespeare's summer cottage! That’s so cool” Richie joked as he forced a laugh. Thankfully his shitty performance made everyone feel awkward enough to look away as the tour guide continued her introduction.

“Jesus trashmouth” Eddie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not the time Kasbrak, you've got some explaining to do” Richie rubs the back of his kneck as he closes his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the emarrasment he just endured.

“That lady is Elizah Brightmoon, she’s the leader of the fucking council” Eddie stressed.

Richie raised his eyebrows, “What? How the hell is she here?” He interrogated.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? What are we supposed to do! If she sees me I’m as good as dead. And we both know they wouldn’t mind that” Eddie glanced away, behind Richie’s shoulder to look at the tour guide, Elizah. She was explaing the plan for their day.

“Call your parents they must know what to do” Eddie waved wildingly at Richie who proceeded to search for his phone.

The teen found his phone in his inner jacket pocket and quickly dialed his dad’s mobile number which Went had him memorize when he was a kid. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the beep and a robotic voice tell him that he’s ‘Out of range of any cellular towers’ and that he should ‘please find the nearest cellular tower to continue your call’.

“Shit, I don’t have service” Richie groaned as he ran his hand over his snapback, carful not to reveal his wolf ears.

“What does that mean?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow as he had yet to grasp all of the human’s concepts of technology.

“I-I can’t call them. We’re on our own” Richie realized.

“Now if you’d follow me then we can begin our tour of the castle” Elizah began as she moved into the castle. The group slowly followed behind her, Richie and Eddie shared a look or worry before they tilted their heads down and followed behind everyone else.

~

The tour actually went fairly well, once they were shown the main lobby of the castle, Mr Brock split them up into two groups, one group went with Eliza while the other went with Mr Brock and Janet, one of the other tour guides who was, according to Eddie ‘some random lady he didn’t know’.

By the power of lucky, or magic, Eddie and Richie were put into the group led by Janet. Aside from the two being nearly overwhelmed by worry, they were actually kinda able to enjoy the tour with their friends.

First Janet led them through the castle, citing off random facts about its creation and the builder. Which The Losers mostly listened to, Rich and Bev made jokes about what the creator probably really did in each room, Eddie complained about how dirty everything probably is (and worried about the whole council thing). Ben, Stan and Mike actually listened and tried to take notes. Bill tried to as well but he couldn’t help but notice how tense Richie and Eddie had become.

Sure things were tense between Eddie and Bill (Richie too, even though Bill didn’t know Richie’s secret, he was still on edge), but it was as if they made a mental agreement to stay on opposite ends of their group and keep to limited conversation if any.

Before they left the castle, Janet showed them around the lobby. The room was massive, and very fancy. White tiled floors, high ceilings with intricate designs made of gold and silver. In the middle was a massive crystal chandelier that hung elegantly from the ceiling. In the main area of the lobby there were couches and love seats for people to sit or wait, the main desk, and in the back there was an almost museum like set up.

The tour guide held her hand out to show off the display cases infront of her as she led toe group towards the back of the lobby. “Here we have our artifact sections. Everything here had an important part in Balmoral’s creation, from the first shovel that broke dirt to the last weapon that was used as defense” Janet paused in the middle of the mini musem to allow the students to wander and look at the artifacts.

There were about 10 display cases that house various items, shovels and pickaxes as Janet described, as well as old knives, daggers, rusty old guns. But one gun in particular caught Bill’s eye, it looked newer, cleaner and shinier. A familiar small patch of rust around the mussel.

Old memories flooded his mind as he recalled the various times his father had sat him down and told him his latest and greatest story from the most recent hunt. Bill’s lips unconsciously curved into a grim smile, his eyes became a little wateryer as his hand brushed overtop of the glass casing. It couldn’t be, it can’t be…

A hand landed on his shoulder, breaking Bill out of his thoughts, “You okay Big Bill?” Mike asked curiously.

Bill quickly wiped at his eyes, catching any tears that might have managed to escape during his emotional moment. “Yep, yep. A-All good” Bill nodded, turning away from the case to face the rest of the group.

“Wanna go check out the murals?” Mike inquired, already steering Bill in the direction of the paintings.

After the castle Janet showed them outside through the big glass doors in the back of the mini musem. From there she took them around the fields surrounding the town. Mr. Brock gave them a mini lecture of the history behind the island and it’s original purpose while the students listened and took notes as it would help with their final project. The teacher explained that the final project would have the students do a presentation on one of the town’s famous stories that they’ve picked up on the trip. Balmoral was famous for various pieces of lore and make believe creatures, so the students had a lot to choose from.

The group was already sat outside so when the teacher announced it was time for lunch they simply opted to stay outside and eat on the lush grass by the water.

“Guys I’m kinda feeling a little uh homesick, might go on a walk, anyone want to join me?” Richie urburtly stood up.

“Yeah, love to” Eddie pipped up.

“OKay good, thanks, bye guys” Richie waved and they were off before anyone else could get a word in.

“Well that was normal” Beverly noted as she took a bit of her sandwich.

Stan inhaled and let out a loud sneeze, “Allergies”, he brushed it off.

Bill kept an eye on the two who were walking away from the group. He leaned over to Stan “Keep an e-eye on the-them, something isn’t ri-right” He whispered.

Stan shook his head, retrieved a kleenex from his pocket and whipped his nose. “What do you think is wrong?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know” Bill lied. Sure, he didn’t knew exactly what Eddie’s intentions were but he knew for sure that he wasn't human. He saw it with his own eyes! That day at the sleepover, ears like a rabit, the night before, eyes as blue as ice. He’s literally seen Eddie transform into a rabbit.

Bill couldn’t stop replaying the events from last night in his head. ‘Where I come from, if he isn’t from here then where the hell is he from? There’s this council, and they rule above all else. After I saved him, they came in. Apparently I had ‘gotten to close’ and ‘revealed our secret’ These must be pretty fuking important secrets if they would kill an innocent man just to keep them hidden.

My dad didn’t do anything, he just wanted some time away from the hecticiness of the Denbrough household, is that too much to fucking ask? Now Eddie, my only fucking lead might be a dead end! And if he isn’t to blame then who the hell is? Some fucking council?

He snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his own. What Bill hadn't realized was that his fingers had curled into fists, tight fists, white knuckles and all. He slowly released his fists when Stan rested his own hand on top of them.

“You okay?” Stan asked curiously, his big blue eyes as pure as ever.

Bill sighed, his shoulders sagged, “F-Fine”. Stan leaned away from Bill and sneezed again.

~

Their day was almost over, they only had one place left to go which was Shakespeare's cabin, but that’s when Stan sneezed into his elbow. When he looked at the sleeve of his grey cardigan he noticed the disgusting looking mucus that now sat on the material. Not even a minute later Stanley stumbled over his own feet, he reached out to grasp Bill’s shoulder and even out his center of gravity.

The sudden touch ripped Bill’s attention away from the two ancestors and he re-focused it on Stan, who was now leaning up against him. “Are you oh-okay?” He asked, worried.

Stan looked up into Bill’s eye as he wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’m fine Bill… I’m fine” Stan mumbled, his voice almost too mumbled to understand. A moment later he snapped his head away from Bill and proceeded to vomit all over the nice tile floor of the castle’s lobby.

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What happened to Stan? Will he recover from whatever he has? What will happen to Eddie and Richie as the full moon approaches? Will Elizah find out about the two runnaway Ancestors?

Find out next Friday on Everfalls!

I hope you guys liked this chapter and are excited for what's to come! Cause trust me- it's goooood. So take a seat, stick around for a while, and enjoy the ride.

That's all from me, until next time

So Long and Goodnight

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[Taglist]

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Got tagged by @ultkyu to answer some questions! Thank you dear, I'm so excited for this~🥺💞

1. If you were an animal, what animal would you be and why?

× I'd be a cat, 100%. Cats are my love and my life, I've always wanted to be one, tbh (not in a furry type of way, but I feel like life would be easier if I was a cat, lmao). I love how cats take no shit and do whatever they want. They're very independent and individual and I'm all here for that.

2. What two anime characters or kpop idols are your type?

× Can I do both anime characters and kpop idols??

× As for anime characters, Jaeha from Akatsuki no Yona and Kirito from Sword Art Online are totally my type!!😍

× And in terms of kpop idols... omg,, how am I supposed to *only* name two?? Hmm, thinking about it, I guess not all of my biases are my "type" per se... but there's two that come to mind right now hhhh. One of them is Kevin Moon from The Boyz, he really ticks off (almost) every bullet point in my list for my "ideal type" and honestly, this list is freaking contradictory and has vvv high standards but Kevin is THAT boi, basically my imaginative ideal boyfriend personified. :') And the second one who I'd say is totally my type is Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids. I've always loved drawing him the most of all kpop idols and I still do tbh (but I can't fill my feed on my insta art account with JUST Hyunjin drawings,, you know,,,). His fashion!! I'm so here for it and vibe with it so well. Plus,,,idk,,, I feel like I could connect to him in some ways so ajxjsjdjjs yeah. There's just something about him and Kevin that inspires me so much, I really love these two bois.

3. Are there any writers or artists (art or music) that inspire you? If so, list 5.

× YES. I decided to name a few artists because I realize I've never talked about the artists whose artworks inspire me the most. They're all on Instagram, so I'll be naming their @'s

a.) @/shooky_dough: I'm probably not the only one who knows Nikki, hehe, but her art is SO amazing. She's got this really distinct style which I'd put into the category of semirealism. Her kpop fanart is soooo good and I used her tutorials to learn how to get better at sketching. If you look at the sketches I've been posting for the past few months on my insta art account, you'll notice that they're highly inspires by Nikki's art. She's definitely the artist I'm looking at most in terms of inspiration and improving on my own art.^-^

b.) @/angelganev: His art is sooo pretty. He does semirealism and I've found him by browsing through pinterest to find some art inspiration/references/tutorials. He also does drawing contests in which his followers can draw one of his work he selects in their own style and he gives a shout out to the ones he liked best. It's always interesting!!

c.) @/melmadedooks: This man can draw about ANYTHING, he's so talented. He used to draw lots of his 'dooks' and I've found him through seeing some of his works on pinterest (again, lol). I've actually redrawn two of his 'dooks' and posted them to my art account AND HE LIKED BOTH OF THEM, I WAS SO HAPPY OMG!!! He used to draw his dooks using only one coloured pencil, so I've also started experimenting with that and instead of using a graphite pencil, I used coloured pencils for my sketches and those gave off very different vibes that I really liked!!

d.) @/rezajeez: Probably *the* kpop fanartist I've been following for the longest of times. They are AMAZING!! They mainly do huge photorealistic portraits with INSANE details. It's funny actually, because their work is the complete opposite to shooky_dough's work. While Reza draws photorealism on a big surface (probably A3? maybe more??) and draws very detailed, Nikki focuses more on sketches/more semirealistic and "simplistic" art and it's usually drawn quite small, so seeing these opposites really broadens my horizon, I think^^

e.) Last but nor least, @/rossdraws: In my opinion, he's the modern day Bob Ross! His art is so freaking stunning, have you checked out his digital art landscape series?? The amount of talent this man holds in his pinky finger is more than I've got in my whole body like- OOF a huge inspiration to me!!~

4. If you could play any instrument, which would you play?

× The guitar!! I really want to learn how to play it~

5. If you could choose one anime to live in, which one would you choose and why?

× Either Ouran High School Host Club or Your Lie In April. The first one is just so much fun and I'd love hanging out with the host club members and as for the latter,,, I just really want to be here for Kousei and help him through his anxiety because I know so well how it feels like and I also wish I could sing while he plays the piano, we'd be a great duo✊🏻😔 (I'm sorry, I couldn't choose one)

6. This is a bit of an old DeviantArt fic trend, but if you received an Android of your favourite character from any anime/show/etc., who would it be?

× Hmmm... that's a great question omg there's so many amazing choices I could make😭😭 But I think I'd go with Kirito, I just really really love him ahhhhh

7. Is there anything you would like to do but haven't because your friends/family didn't want to do it with you?

× There's actually a few things I could name... first, I really want to go bungee jumping (preferably from the Macau Tower, as it's the highest bungee jump in the world😍) but my fam and friends think I'm crazy for wanting to do this but I'm actually quite an adventurous person which probably not many people know about me, so I love doing stuff like that.✊🏻😂

× I would also really like to travel with friends... it's not that I dislike travelling with my mom and stepdad but whenever I can't take someone with me, I feel like such a child ??? idk,, never travelling (I wanted to say "without adults" but then I realized I AM an adult) on my own with friends and always tagging along with my parents kind of make me feel like I'm not independent or mature/grown-up for it. But I feel like none of my friends want to travel with me... most of them have a travel buddy already but I just... don't akdjsjs

× and last but not least, getting more specific, I really want to travel to Hawaii and South Korea, but so far, I haven't made it there yet :c

8. What's your favourite flower?

× Cherry Blossoms all the way💞 but all flowers are beautiful and I really like roses, too.

9. What are some of your hobbies?

× My hobbies include singing, drawing, dancing, writing, reading, researching astrology, studying Korean, watching youtube videos/netflix, listening to music and OF COURSE DAYDREAMING✊🏻😔

10. If you were going to be stranded on a deserted island with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bag, what would you put in the bag?

× I'd definitely put food and water in the bag, my phone, earphones, a portable solar charger with a USB cable (so that my phone won't die and I could chill for however long I want while watching kpop mv's and then also use my phone to call for someone to rescue me from this island once I start running low on resources), all the books I still want to read, my art supplies and a few sketch books, some towels that I could use to lay on or use as blankets, a pillow and my teddy bear, and obviously a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hairbrush and a few hair ties and bobby pins (you don't want long sweaty hair stuck to your skin during a hot summer ewww), some soap to wash myself and my clothes, sunscreen and also some insect spray to keep the bugs away!! (it's a big bag, okay)

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Sorry for writing such an essay omg!!

Here are my 10 questions:

1. What compliment you've received meant the most to you?

2. Would you rather meet your favourite celebrity/group/bias and realize they're not at all how you imagined them to be like (maybe they're not as kind as you thought, for example) or never meeting them in person but it turning out that they're actually the amazing, kind, sweet, generous, etc. person that you thought they were? (I hope that makes sense hhhh I think the ethics of this question are really interesting)

3. What's your current favourite song you always use to get hyped up to or a song currently stuck in your head?

4. If you had to write the book of your life, what genre would it be and what would you choose as a title?

5. Name your top 5 musical artists and your favourite song of each of them?

6. If you were invited to a big humanitarian event and had to give a speech on a topic you'd want to bring about a huge change for the better, what topic would you choose to speak about and voice your opinions/ideas? (Assume public speaking is one of your strongest assets and you'll ace this no matter what)

7. What is something (a skill, personality trait, or something appearance related, it can be whatever) you wish you had and/or you really admire in other people?

8. What's your favourite anime/show/youtuber (you can answer whichever you got an answer for, it can be all three options of course :D)?

9. In kpop, are you more into vocalists, dancers, rappers, maknaes, leaders, or visuals (or maybe a mix of some/all :'))?

10. What's your most beautiful/favourite memory?

oof I hope these questions will be interesting to answer🥺 hmm, Imma tag @littlefallenrebel @jinniesmeow @softpastelmx @yeonki @hanstagrams @marculees @chrryjin and anyone else who'd like to do this~💞💞💞

Companion opinions

Thank you @jacobmybeloved for tagging me

I'm tagging: @arthurmorganprettyboy @casifer-fan @farcrying5 @thatjessopgirl @rush-me-thomas (sorry if you've already done this) 💓

"Imma rank the far cry 5 companions and give my reasons for their rankings. I think it’d be cool if we spread this around and everyone in the fandom did it, so we can have fun roasting/boasting characters. Also I think it’s important to share your playing style."

I'll rank them in order to make it easier to read, going from favourite to least favourite :)

1. Jess Black

-this bitch was so useful, like I'm one for stealth and she was perfect, like boom dead. I could legit take out an entire outpost with binoculars in a bush just with Jess doing all the work. I love her!!! The aesthetic, what she says (apart from when she says nice pussy to peaches) and oof I love this hoe!

2. Grace Armstrong

-we Stan a sharp shooting queen, she was awesome, all the voice lines and aesthetics. She was less useful for me cause she didn't have a silencer so like everyone heard her lmao, either way she and my dep are tight AF

3. Boomer

-the original baby boy, I love this dog more than I'll love my future children like I felt bad when I wasn't using him as a companion

-he's such a sweet boy, I love this damn dog, I go full on John Wick when I hear him whimper

4. Peaches

-peaches was surprisingly useful, I didn't think I'd use her as much as I did to be fair, the stealth was really useful until some fool would shout that there was a cougar like umm shush dear, either way we Stan a bitey boy

5. Sharky

-to be honest, I didn't really use sharky all that much, don't get me wrong he is extremely funny but it was just annoying when he'd burn legit everything and kill Cheeseburger. I love him but I love my baby dog more. And that's the tea ☕️

6. Cheeseburger

-a sweet boy who I wish I could use more, he wasn't the best for stealth in my opinion but not can he give a good cuddle, I liked cheeseburger and I wished I'd used him more ngl

7. Adelaide

-not gonna lie I only used Adelaide for her chopper and to hear what she'd say about the seeds, I don't dislike her I just didn't really get much use out of her and it got a bit annoying with sex joke after sex joke you know. No disrespect though

8. Nick

-I just didn't use or need him, I liked him as a character but as a companion, I just didn't see the point, I'm more of a stealth person and him strafing everyone wasn't doing anyone any good. I love nick but he didn't really have a purpose as a companion in my opinion

9. Hurk

-idk I just didn't use him nor did I like him that much, his mission was tedious and his usefulness in stealth was slim but to be fair with him he was really funny, he worked really well with sharky but I just didn't use him all that much. I only really used him in New Dawn

Bonus: The Seeds!

1. Faith

-oof now is that some noice character development, her aesthetic is beautiful, she's a really interesting character and I legit can quote her scenes by heart. Her boss fight was soooo good and not too hard/easy which I enjoyed. I just love my flower demon

2. John

-idk legit got into the game cause my dad was playing it and John loading screen came up and I was like holy jumping Jesus on a breadstick, and now we're here. :) I love John's character development and his scenes, my baby 😅

3. Joseph

-served his purpose by creeping me out, a really well designed villain, his charisma is debatable but there are people in the fandom who wanna join the cult, knowing damn well what the cult do so something must be working lmao

4. Jacob

-idk hate to put Jacob last as he was a really well developed character but tbh I didn't really like the Whitetail Mountains, so it was a bit tedious with his region however I love the wolf aesthetic!😅

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The blog is coming back to life! We lightweight stepped away from the digital sphere when opening our pop-up shop— it was a lot of work y’all! Now, since we said��BRB to having a store, we’re making our way back to giving you content.

And what a way to kick-off our blogging than with womxn empowerment?

On Sunday, February 17, I attended a #feministAF dinner by Haejin Chun.

Um. Our dinner came with a bouquet for every single guest! Brb crying with gratitude

peep the Tagged Textile Tee

Haejin Chun — the culinary artist behind Big Bad Wolf SF— hosted her first-ever womxn-only event titled Big Bad Queens. Upon announcing Big Bad Queens, Haejin referred to it as the “most significant, meaningful, and empowering gathering thus far, or imma die trying.”

Let me tell you…

Homegirl succeeded that and beyond.

Leading up to the night, Haejin set the tone with her IG posts of how her celebration of being Big Bad Queens would be. You knew her and her team poured their hearts in preparing for this gathering.

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Did I make these Pom Poms and mini tassels ? 🙇🏻‍♀️yes. Was it meditative and fun? 🙃 no. Am I a crazy person who has a million things to do before a big dinner with Pom Pom fuzz all over me? Definitely. At least no one can say I don’t care or try hard enough 🤷🏻‍♀️. Vessels for our 1st course: “Ceremonial (medicinal) Tincture.” CBD, manuka honey, aloe vera, tumeric, jujubes, ginger, pineapple, cinnamon. We will start the dinner by pouring each other’s glasses. #communal. The jars are empty for now, bc the ingredients are too expensive just for photos. My goal has been the same since day one: people coming together from all walks of life, vibing. That everyone who sits at my table will be present, filled with joy, and feel like they’re part of something bigger. But most of all I hope they feel special -that I will hold space for them and that I fucking care deeply. Because I do. I’ve never felt more love, more aligned, or more empowered going into a dinner. 💫 #BadAssBossBabes got me feeling a type of way. 🙏🏼 Thank you. Giving it every, single, last drop of who I am and what I can give in one moment. See you Sunday. #foodismedicine #loveisinthedetails #tribevibes #weareallvessels

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“BIG BAD QUEEN” (sold out). 👏🏻EMPOWERED. 👏🏻BLESSED. 👏🏻FEELING IT. . . Another 💃🏻👑 just gave me the greatest compliment I’ve received thus far in life: “You empower other women.” 🔥🙏🏼 And while I’m humbled that might be true, right now I’m feeling pretty empowered by all who are coming. Every one who is gathering for this event is undeniably a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. We’re about to give them heaven and hell. #LaurynHill. All bad ass women playlist for our 7-course womxn’s dinner. When’s the last time you were in a room filled with other BIG BAD WOMXN?! Those accumulative vibes, that intentional gathering, unapologetically powerful… This one’s gonna be beyond 💫.#feministaf #sisterhood. Be about it. . . #feministaf #bombesquad #girlswithknives #sfwomen #ladiestothefront #girlgang #femalechef

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I admitted to Haejin prior to the night that the particular reason why I wanted to join was because of a need for inspiring vibes. Her response:

[That’s] exactly why I wanted to do this dinner. Women empowering and inspiring other women.

Because the lead-up alone nourishingly hyped the Queens up, entering the venue felt magical. Womxn  gathered glammed-up in their own unique styles; rose was poured alongside the night’s  roses; and, as we mingled with each other in the nicely dimmed San Franciscan loft, the first two courses were passed out to give us a teaser of the glorious flavors composed by the Big Bad Wolf.

The two appetizers included a warm and crisp pan-fried savory mochi (mm) and a pine nut purée that felt like a hug from the inside of your belly (not pictured because I ate it right away… same with the second one I ate.) What I also wish I took a photo of was Haejin passing out vapes on a silver platter. I don’t indulge in smoking but, c’mon, look how cute this is ( + bonus points for the organic, local, sustainable  shout-out):

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First course: @permanentxholiday. . . Regardless of what happens, who knocks on our door, free swag or not… I have and never will work with products or brands that I’m not feeling. Period. I know it’s a privilege to be so selective; I know I’ve been spoiled AF. But it’s not just business, it’s personal. And I’m not about to put anything subpar in my body or my guest’s. I use organic, local, sustainable ingredients whenever possible. It’s the same for flower. 100% cannabis derived oils and terps (flavoring), a high content of live resin, and non of that toxic filler. Happy to welcome these new friends at our table. That #tangie is YUMMY. 👌🏼✨#cannabiscommunity . . Artwork by Hawaiian artist: @aaronkkai

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Greeting us to our assigned seats was a simple & elegant table setting with our take-home gifts, including  osmanthus honey brittle and two sorts of wrapped up flowers, one with our names handwritten.

Once everyone made their way to their seats, Haejin welcomed us with an opening speech about how this dinner is the most meaningful one she put together to-date.  She referred to the guest list as powerful and, you know, Big Bad Queens.

She then redirected the floor to Kayko Tamaki  for a ceremonial soundbath. Kayko guided us into meditative thoughts of how extraordinary womxnhood is and to honor our connection to ourselves, our bodies, and the earth herself.

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This is Kayko. #Womxn to Womxn, she has given me strength, shared her wisdom, made me feel my own feminine power… I’ve admired her and have been inspired by her on a soulful level for many years now. She’s a healer, activist, #feminist (is an understatement), hypnotherapist, spiritual guide, a well-known figure in the #LGBTQcommunity, POWERFUL and so much more. I’m so honored and humbled to announce that she will be leading us through a pre-dinner ceremony and sound bath … to initiate, welcome, heal, and further unite us during our women’s gathering (however you identify on the spectrum, all are welcome.) I have the chills just thinking about it. @kaykotamaki thank you for being you so unapologetically, so poetically, so beautifully accepting of yourself and others. You are the sister in #sisterhood. 2.17.18. Can’t wait. More about Kayko in my stories. #BadAssBabe

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Then came the feast. And, while indulging, Haejin had one rule. She wanted us to further connect with each other by engaging in one small yet meaningful task: pour each other’s glasses. For the first round, we raised up our ceremonial tincture to drink together.

The night wasn’t only about gathering Big Bad Queens together, it was about filling us with goodness. In Haejin’s welcoming speech, she shared how she did research on foods that are healthy for women’s reproductive systems. Our tastebuds, tummies, and vaginas thank you.

The main courses included: a banchan flight, chicken dumpling, bo ssam, and spicy mussels with soba noodles. From the presentation to the taste and portions, wow. I really don’t know the right words. How about this; every dish made each guest close their eyes and mutter words along the lines of omg… so good…

Last — and definitely not the least — were “double chocolate brownies with toasted hazelnuts, raspberries and dusted with a pink Himalayan matcha salt.” Holy Sh*t. I forreal slumped my head back upon taking the first bite and whispered to my chocolate, “ I didn’t know how much I needed you in my life.” Next thing you know, Haejin catches me and says, “Look at you eating that chocolate like a queen.”  I was too betwixt reveling in the chocolate to ask if there were any more.

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Thanks to @katrosereyes, you can relive the dinner with more visuals here:

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“Behind every great woman there’s a shit ton of other dope ass women.” -It’s so fucking true. Beautiful recap of the dinner through the heartfelt perspective of @katrosereyes. I didn’t hire Kathleen. She casually asked me through DM before the dinner if it would be ok if she took some videos at the event, or if that would be disruptive. I had no idea it was gonna be this. 🙏🏼🔥💕. Sunday was the first day we met and she did this completely on her own. I’m just so overwhelmed with everyone’s love, vibes, and womxn to womxn affirmations… empowerment. Strangers becoming friends at our table: our creative energy inspiring/fueling each others… believing in each other’s dreams and valuing each other’s existence. This is why I do what I do, and why it’s so damn important to me. Full throttle FEELZ. I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m so thankful for you and for this.

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Thank you to Big Bad Wolf for an extraordinary evening. Days after the dinner, the inspiration from that night’s sisterhood is still keepin’ me feeling revived.

Coming up next on our website: a blog blitz of our time at Moment SJ. Stay tuned and welcome back.

Big Bad Queens with Good Eats - by chichai@empire - The blog is coming back to life! We lightweight stepped away from the digital sphere when…

Impulsive Decision Pt.7

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 7: Neon Lights

Warnings!: Kidnapping | Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader (just a lil)

Word Count: 5,340

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

A/N: Sorry I had writer’s block! As always, if you have any questions or thoughts on the story so far, got ahead and drop it in my ask box! If you have any other suggestions on what I should tag this under, feel free to tell me anon or not! (this goes for any of my another work too). The Female Path will be out soon, I swear, I figured I made you all wait enough!

The next morning I woke up, sat up and stretched, meaning Tae was no longer in the bed with me. I got up and tried to find my pants, which I assumed Tae or one someone was holding them hostage.

I let out a deep sigh and went to open the door to go out into the hallway, only to have the door open from the other side. I stepped back with a small ‘oh, my bad’ falling from my lips.  I soon came face to face with Jimin, a small smile on his face when he saw I was surprised to see him.

“Uh, I got you breakfast.” Jimin said awkwardly, holding up two plates.

“Thank you, but is there a possibility you know where my pants are?”

Jimin only smiled, “I think Tae gave them to Jin to wash with your other clothes.”

“Imma steal his sweatpants then.” I walked over to what I assumed was Tae’s dresser and opened drawers as Jimin sat on the floor and put the plates on the table that we left there for lunch today.

Once I found sweatpants I pulled them on facing the door, back to Jimin. I pulled off the hoodie off my overheated body and tossed it on the bed, now looking for a shirt.

“So, you and Seongmi?” Jimin asked, his voice was in a tone I couldn’t pinpoint.

“Ah, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I like girls, I just...have been confused for a long time, that’s all.” I tried to put my feelings into works in my head, but failed to do so.

“She has a thing for you, she’s been flirting and dropping a lot of hints.”

“I’m aware, I saw the way she looked at me when I pulled away from the hug, I just, don’t want to lead her on thinking that I could be in a relationship with her, only for her to get heartbroken if I realize I’m not attracted to women.”

“So when did you tell your parents you liked men?” Jimin asked as I turned around to go to Jin’s dresser for shirt options.

“My mom says when I was 3 I would talk about having a husband, and when she tried correcting me thinking that I didn’t know the difference between husband and wife, I corrected her and told her that I wanted a ‘nice husband who smelled good’. So, I didn’t have to tell them, they just assumed I liked guys all my life. I also wanted 4 dogs. 3 cats and 2 otters, but those are more within my grasp. ” Jimin began to giggle.

“Why 3 cats and 2 otters?”

“I heard otters get lonely and 3 cats because even if one cat doesn’t want to love me, maybe one of the other two would...” Jimin began to laugh.

“You sound like you were adorable.”  I found a black shirt and pulled it on.

“My little sister was way more adorable. I’m her favorite.” I smiled, filling with pride as I sat down beside him.

I looked at the plates Jimin came in with. It was kimchi jeon, I was familiar with it, it was a savory pancake with kimchi in it, however, there was a small bowl on top of it, it looked like eggs, but a little different.

“What’s this?” I asked, poking the egg with my spoon.

“Gyeran-jjim. It’s steamed egg.” Jimin explained, beginning to eat.

The egg was almost like a pudding and I didn’t mind, not one bit. after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke up.

“So, does your family know about the bunker?”

“Not really, I started making this after my dad died. It started off with just the entrance room but I expanded it. I always tell only people who need to know, like my accountant or Jason when I decide to go rogue. I usually make up an excuse for not being at my apartment, it’s gotten to the point where my family thinks I’m everywhere else in South Korea but Seoul. This is my safe space.” I poked at my food.

Jimin only nodded. I hadn’t worked on any character designs. I’d do that after breakfast.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin broke me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Why? What happened? If you broke something, that’s cool, I don’t have a lot of sentimental things down here.” I took a bite of my kimchi jeon.

“No. I’m sorry I thought differently of you.” He looked so sad, I didn’t understand why.

“I understand why you thought of me that way. I kidnapped you. You’re famous. You have threats every day, Jimin, I understand.” I assured him, giving his thigh a quick pat and tried to think of designs again.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin put more food in his mouth.

“Barnaby designs.” I answered truthfully.

“Jin’s right, you are a workaholic.” I giggled.

“No, it’s just, I’ve been just working for so long that it’s all I do know. I had Jason to talk to, but most of the time I would choose work over going to a party.”

“Was Jason a party animal?” Jimin questioned.

“Yeah, for a bit. I’ve known him for as long as I can remember, but after the age of 16 we just kind of, drifted. He hung out with people who partied and I mourned my father and just tried to graduate. I wanted to push forward into the future and he wanted to enjoy his youth, I wasn’t mad at him for it, or disappointed, I was just a little sad my best friend didn’t want the same. Around a year or two ago, he got into a bit of trouble. I helped him out by hiring him at my company, I made him a director. He’s still a little bit of a party animal, but doesn’t let it negate his work, I respect that. ” I explained, then took a bite of steamed eggs.

“...What kind of trouble?”

“Not my story to tell, sorry Jiminie. You can always ask him yourself.” I only smiled.

I worked on my sketch as Jimin casually drew, sitting across from me at the dining room table as Jin and Tae were battling over a game of Mario Kart while Hobi laughed at them from the couch.

“Hyung, you should come here.” Jungkook’s voice came from Jimin’s phone that was set on the table.

Without taking his eyes off his masterpiece he pressed the button on the screen, “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Please? It’s important. I’m in the gym” Jimin sighed.

“Fine, I’m on my way.” Jimin answered and stood.

“I’ll be back, M/n.” Jimin mumbled and left through the door behind me that lead to the gym.

I focused on my work, not glancing up as Tae shouted that Jin was a cheater. Someone sat next to me, I thought it was Hobi, since he was moving between sitting beside me and on the couch for the past few minutes.

“Is he really a cheater? I always thought Jin was the kind of person to like move your hand or something while playing then pretend like he never touched you when he wins.” I voiced, still not looking up.

“Why is it that I can actually see that happening?” A higher pitched voice asked.

My head snapped to look at Seongmi. I chuckled.

“Sorry, Seongmi, I thought you were Hobi.”

“He has nice legs so you get a pass. What are you working on?” She asked, her hand starting to move to Jimin’s sketch pad.

I quickly grabbed her wondering hand in fear of Jimin’s work being smudged and ruined. I placed her hand on her lap and went back to coloring in my work, making sure to watch the table in case she tried to couch Jimin’s work again.

“Just coloring in my work for character design.” I answered simply.

“Those markers look so professional.” She awed.

“Uh, we have a big supply of them for the animators? I’d figured they’d seem normal to you now.”

She shook her head, “I never got to see them at work before, I was always doing everything else but animate.”

I smiled, sliding my sketchpad over to her and handing her the marker.

“Have fun.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to ruin your work.”

“It’s fine, go for it! I’ve drawn Barnaby so many times its muscle memory. If you mess up I can just draw another.” I assured.

She began to color in the drawing and I leaned closer. She smelled like chocolate frosting. Why the fuck did she smell like frosting? I stood up and walked to the fridge and then started rummaging through the cabinets when I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

“Need help?” Seongmi asked.

I shook my head. Where the fuck did I keep my Stress Frosting!? I found a box of bran cereal and looked at it suspiciously. I don’t fuck with bran cereal so why is it here?? I grabbed the box angrily and turned eyed it. There was a note stuck to the back.

If you keep eating frosting like you had a bad break up, you’re going to have a heart attack, eat something healthy for once.

-Jason

“This motherfucker.” My voice was high pitched and full of disbelief, I didn’t realize I said it out loud until Seongmi began to giggle.

“He said you’d react that way, word for word.” She laughed.

I moved to the table and got my phone, unlocking it and opening the walkie-talkie app. I found Jason and held down the button.

“You trick ass snake, where the fuck is my frosting?”

“There is perfectly edible bran cereal for you.” I could hear him trying not to laugh.

“Man, fuck yo cereal I want my frosting.”

“You had cookie dough frosting, M/n. That’s like making something unhealthy more unhealthy.”

“Stop holding my frosting hostage.”

“I don’t have it. I threw it all away in a random dumpster.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I don’t care! I’m a rebel. Fuck yo frostin’.”

“Bitch got me cryin’ in the club.” I fake sniffled.

“I don’t care, bye M/n.”

I sat beside Seongmi with a sad plop.

“Aww, poor M/n-ie.” She cooed, running her hand through my hair as I pouted.

She looked around and stood up, she walked to the hallway with rooms and waved me over. I followed obediently. She led me to what I assumed was her and Linza’s room and closed the door behind me. She went to the dresser by the door and rummaged through it and got a few straw-like tubes from within.

“Sit.” I did as I was told, sitting on the door in front of the bed that smelled the most like frosting.

She sat beside me and handed me the straw-tube. She bit the end of hers, pinched the middle and slid the syrup up into her mouth. Uh, I had no idea what it was. Why did it look like a liquid Pixy Stix? She giggled at my confusion. She tipped hers to my lips. I was too curious to care if it was unsanitary.

“Is that raspberry or honey? I’m more confused than I was before.” She laughed.

“You’re so adorable. It’s a raspberry honey stick, M/n.”

“Honey stick? You mean to tell me I could’ve ended just squirting the honey from the bottle into my mouth a long time ago?” She laughed a little louder.

“I can just imagine you getting it everywhere and complaining when something stuck to you.”  I felt a little offended because it was dead on.

I sucked on my green apple honey stick and was actually liking it better than frosting. She began to run her hands through my hair again, I drifted more into her touch, not wanting her to stop.

“How can a grown man act so cute?” She asked.

I didn’t answer, too focused on my honey stick to be bothered. She swung her leg over mine to straddle me. I wasn’t as shy as I thought I would be. I looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. She took the empty stick from my mouth and grabbed another color.

“Let’s try peach, hm?” She popped open the end and pushed some into her mouth then tilted it to me.

I let her place it in my mouth and slide the sweet fruity honey in, keeping eye contact with her.

“Good boy.” She seemed to praise under her breath.

She discarded the empty tube and ran her hand through my hair once more, this time tugging me head back, making me bite my lip. She bent down and kissed my forehead, it looked innocent but I knew what I wanted.

“Why the forehead?” I pouted.

She giggled and I used that opportunity to grab the back of her neck and pull her into a kiss. Just one kiss is all I wanted. I slid my hand down so my hands were on her sides. She went for my hair again and pulled me even closer so we were pressed against each other.

She slid her tongue into my mouth and pushed her hips down against me. A part of me knew it was wrong that I was currently making out with a girl and could possibly break her heart by leading her on. That part became overwhelming as Seongmi began to grind on me, causing a groan to draw out of me.

I pulled back, “S-Seongmi, I don’t think this is the best ide-” She turned my head to the side and her lips attached to my neck.

I felt her suck and bite, making me whimper at the feeling. Her lips suddenly detached and I whined in protest.

“Hey, Jimin. ” She sounded so smug.

My head snapped to the side to look at Jimin in the doorway. He looked both angry and shocked. He walked over and grabbed my wrist.

“Come on, M/n, let’s go finish up our designs.” Jimin pressed, tugging on my arm.

“Aw, c’mon Jimin, you know he’s fine if you leave him here.” Seongmi teased.

Her cocky tone made me softly push her away. It was now her turn to be shocked. She got off of me and I stood, not making eye contact with either of them as Jimin guided me out the room.

“Stay away from her, okay? I don’t know what’s she’s doing, but now you need to be careful because it’s not just flirting anymore.” Jimin said to me in a soft and serious tone.

I only nodded.

“Stay with the boys, okay?” I nodded again.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“You did WHAT!?”

“Jason you’re at a 10 and I need you at a 4 right now.” I sighed, leaning back in my office chair.

I was in the bunker’s office and had the door locked, hoping to have a private conversation with my friend to sort things out.

“How did the other boys take it?”

“I’m not sure, I think only Jimin and Seongmi know for now.”

“...Why do I have a feeling Seokjin will fight her.” I sat up straight.

“No, no, no. I kissed her first so I should be scolded. ”

“She gave you a hickey and had a death wish to just smirk and be all cocky with Jimin.”

“ ‘Death wish’ what the fuck, Jason, the boys don’t care about me that much.”

“You are as dense as your mom’s Christmas fruitcake.”

“I swore my mom broke your dad’s toe when she accidentally dropped it.”

“It was close, but stop trying to change the subject! Those guys care a lot for you, you can’t just go kiss a girl who is clearly trying to manipulate you in some way.”

I let out a loud groan, “This would’ve never happened if you left my frosting alone!” I accused.

After the ‘call’ with Jason I worked a bit on files he told me the company needed and began to transfer them to USB. Once everything was transferred I unlocked the door and was getting ready to head out. I saw Suga heading my way once I stepped into the hall.

He was holding a few napkins that he was looking at and his lips moving slightly like he was reading to himself.

I realized why he had napkins. He was writing lyrics and didn’t have paper. I quickly moved into the office and pulled out six notebooks and began to leave again. I moved to the hallway with the rooms pretty much undetected and pushed the two notebooks under the doors of what I assumed was RM’s room. I put two on Hobi’s bed just in case and put two on the opposite bed of Hobi’s, knowing it was Suga’s bed because they shared a room. I headed to the entrance room. I put in the dial code and moved to the vault door when I slowly realized.

I ran back down and almost knocked Tae over.

“Oh! Sorry, Tae, uh, where’s the vault key?” I asked, hand on the back of my neck.

“Jin Hyung has it, why? Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Jason needs a few files authorized.” Tae gave me a small pout.

“Be back before dinner.” Oh god, that was a command.  

I only nodded and went to find Jin.

I ended up finding him in the library with RM. I knocked softly before fully entering.

“Hey, Jin, do you mind if I get the vault keys? Jason needs me at the company...” I trailed off, suddenly very awkward with the boys.

Jin smiled, good, that means he didn’t know yet. Jin stood up and reached in his pocket and pulled out the key. RM was looking through the bookshelves, taking down a few.

“I’ll make you a copy...if you want.” I said lowly.

Jin looked at me, confused, “Why would I need one?”

“I was serious about letting you go.” RM froze.

“I just, want you to know you have an option. I don’t care if I don’t get the partnership, because I know my brother will push and get it. I don’t care if my family has to distance themselves from me either, it was my decision that landed me in this anyway. ” Jin shook his head.

“Make him a key anyway.” RM jumped in, earning him a look from Jin.

I nodded, taking the key from Jin, waving goodbye and leaving the bunker

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    I loaded the three new lights for the Dance Studio (it was totally Jimin’s and Hobi’s now) into my car, being sure not to crush the groceries I had to grab while out. I got one blue light and one green, I had ordered purple, red, yellow, and black lights as well, I even ordered signs for the office, gaming room, library, and gym, but it would take a bit of time to get. That whole room was going to be lit up.

So, for now, I had a blue neon light that says ‘Sweet Dreams’, a light pink neon light that read ‘inspire’ and a green neon light that said ‘Everything you need is inside you’ I liked the font so I rolled with it. On the way to the bunker, I got a pack of beers and several bags of chips as my dinner and made my way back.

It was pretty late so I snuck into the bunker and tried to move the boxes in and down to the Dance Studio as quiet as possible. The last thing I wanted was Tae popping up out of nowhere and yelling because I skipped dinner. I put away the groceries and made my way back to the studio.

I played music not too loud and set up the neon lights. I made sure all four were mounted and working before I moved to the bag to get a beer and a bag of chips.

I needed this. Music and relaxation. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“Nice setup.” I opened my eyes to look over at the figure at the door.

I grabbed a beer and extended it out the figure, I was friendly enough to share, even if I wasn’t sure who it was. The lights illuminated Suga’s face as he stepped into the room, closing the door, accepting the beer and sitting a distance from me.

“Sorry if I woke you up.” I smiled sadly.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He stated as he opened the beer.

I gave him an unopened bag of chips and closed my eyes once more.

“What do you plan on doing after all this?” He asked.

I scoffed, “Going to New York.”

“I’m serious.” He frowned.

“I’m going to prison, Suga.” I sighed.

“If you weren’t?”

“That’s impos-”

“Humor me.”

I sighed and thought deeply.

“I would be in the same place I am to everyone else who doesn’t know you’re all here. A CEO at my father’s company. I would branch to video games then move to snacks and beverages. I would support my family any way I could. I’m not sure if I’d get married because I’m a shut-in, I like to just disappear and not tell anyone because I don’t need to or want to, but who knows. My whole life I wanted to make my dad happy the same way he would make me happy. I thought for sure my brother would get the company, but when it went to me, I felt like I had to prove I deserved it. At work I’m not feared, I’m respected and understood. Yeah, everyone gossips but nothing too harsh. But here...  ” I laughed softly “I get called a workaholic seemingly every 3 hours and a kidnapper. ” I turned to Suga, “Sorry if you expected me to say I would travel the world or settle down and have kids.”

Suga looked like he was thinking, “I respect the honesty.”

“Why did you all decide to stay?”

“Not all of us did, it was five to four. Jimin made his mind up about you after he almost fought you. Jin got the vault key, Taehyung got the dial code before anyone could read it and Jimin got your phone; Well, what was left of it. Jin never let go of the key, Taehyung never let us know the code, and neither did Hoseok, even though I think he knows it, and Jimin never told us what he found on the phone no matter how many times any of us asked. He didn’t even tell Hoseok, Jin or Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry to hear.”

“It almost scares me how honestly sorry you look.”

“Because I am. I still believe you all should be free and I take responsibility for my actions, but Jin, wants the vault door key and I’m sure Taehyung hid the code in some obscure place.”

“They were hurt when you didn’t come to dinner, Jimin looked a little mad.”

I let out a long sigh.

“My relationship with Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok is complicated and confusing, and Seongmi just got double confusing, now Jimin is acting like a protective brother, but that’s how the others acted before...”

“Before?”

“When I was in my slump, Taehyung kissed me. Then Seokjin, then Hoseok. They didn’t explain anything afterward or bring it up, they’ve been acting like friends but Jason has been telling me it’s more. Today, Seongmi took me to her room and we made out.”

“I see the hickey.” My hand slapped up to my neck to cover it.

“Jason and Jimin think Seongmi’s up to devious plans, but I kissed her first, I wanted a simple kiss but, she wanted more and it was just a heated blur.”

“Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t.”

“You’re no help.”

“Just do what makes you happy.”

“My mom said I shouldn’t eat a hundred McDonalds chicken nuggets because heart problems run in the family. ” Suga almost spit out his beer.

“Only a hundred?” He teased.

“Well, I’m thinking realistically, I’m gonna want fries as well...” Suga finally smiled.

“Thank you for the notebooks, Hoseok took my green one, but I expected that. They’re pretty thick and you have nice pens just laying around.”

I smiled, “Glad to know you like them, you can transfer your writings from napkins now.” I took a sip of my beer.

“How do you know I wrote on na-”

“M/n? When did you get back?” A sleepy voice cut off Suga.

Suga and I looked over to see Jimin.

Oh dear lord, is Park Jimin only wearing my black Barnaby hoodie and briefs??

I started choking on my beer. Suga began to openly chuckle at my misfortune.

“He got back about 40 minutes ago.” Suga answered for me.

“Did you eat dinner?” Jimin yawned.

“Nope, he’s drinking beer and eating chips instead.”

“Bro, what the fuck?” I gave Suga a sideways glance.

“You’ll eat a big breakfast in the morning m’kay? Let’s go to bed now, M/n.” Jimin rubbed his eyes, holding his hand out for me to take.

I looked over at Suga, almost like I was asking him if this was a good idea.

“You better go, he won’t leave until you do,” Suga warned.

“Enjoy the chips and beer.” I grunted as I stood up. 

“With pleasure.” Suga said as I took Jimin’s hand and he and led me out the studio.

Jimin led me across the bunker to the entrance room and climbed on the extra large bed. He patted the spot beside him. I was weighing my pros and cons.

Yes, I slept in the same bed as Tae, but Tae didn’t try to kill me by luring me in with cuteness and then holding a pocket knife to my back. Maybe this is where I would start to use my brain for once. I mean, could I truly trust Jimin?

Jimin pouted once he saw my hesitation. He sat up, frown on his face.

“I said I was sorry. I won’t try to hurt you ever again, okay? Can we cuddle and sleep, please?” He promised.

I slowly kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants. Jimin smiled and lied back down, waiting patiently. I climbed on the bed and Jimin turned his back to me and pressed himself against me. Jimin grabbed my arm and put it around him. He snuggled even closer and let out a hum.

“We should do this with all the boys...But Tae and I are closer, m’kay?” I chuckled and nuzzled my face into his neck.

“Oh my, is Park Jimin possessive by any chance?” I teased, I could feel the heat go to his neck and face.

“Mmm good, the other boys don’t cuddle me enough.” I added, holding him a little tighter.

“How was work?”

“Fine, I guess, same old same old. However, I did get you and Hoseok a surprise that I’m sure you’d like.”

“What is it?”

“I’m astonished you didn’t see when you went in the studio earlier to steal me from Suga.”

“I was half asleep and going to the bathroom when I heard your voice. I wanted to cuddle you. I didn’t see anything,” He whined in complaint.

I giggled, “Well now you have to wait until I decide to let you go.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Be careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you’d call me ‘Chim’, everyone else stopped calling me that because we were all fighting.”

I frowned, knowing I was the reason they were fighting.

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Chim. Let’s sleep now, ‘kay?” Jimin nodded and got comfortable.

“Good night, M/n.”

“Night, Chim.”

  I woke up holding onto Jimin. I had a warm fuzzy feeling that immediately made me smile...that was until I noticed Jimin was smaller than before … and smelled like frosting.

I quickly pulled away, “Seongmi!? What are you doing!?” I asked, both flustered and in pure shock.

I moved to the opposite said of the bed. She sat up with a pout.

“Cuddling you. You left yesterday and we didn’t have time to talk.”

I sighed, “Seongmi, listen, I’m very much questioning every part of my sexuality right now, I don’t know if we co-.”

“Don’t make a decision on Jimin’s opinion.” She folded her arms over her chest.

“He’s just playing overprotective boyfriend, he’s going to say something bad about me and then have you distance yourself from me.” She added, voice full of annoyance.

Well, damn.

“I’m not making a decision on Jimin’s opinion! I’m thinking realistically! I’ve very unsure if I even like girls, and what if I don’t? You’ll end up heartbroken and I might not feel anything but sorry that I put you through it!”

Seongmi moved closer to me, “So you won’t even give it a shot?”

“No, Seongmi-”

“M/n! I saw the surprise and I love it...” Jimin went from excited to quiet within seconds of seeing Seongmi on the bed.

“Fine. Be with EVERY boy but not give me a chance.” She said bitterly, getting off the bed, giving Jimin a look and leaving.

“I’m sorry, Chim, she j-.”

“It’s okay, she must have come in when I left to see what Hobi Hyung was happy about.” Jimin walked over to the bed and climbed on.

“So you liked the surprise?” Jimin beamed, his happy mood returning.

“We love it! ” Jimin pushed me down to cuddle me again.

“I have several coming in by the way. ” He had his leg thrown over mine, arm over me, his head on my chest.

“Several?” He put his face in my neck.

“A red one, a purple one, a yellow one, a blacklight, one for the office, one for the gaming room, one for the library and one for the gym.”

“I sense a theme for the bunker.”

“My family used to live in Tokyo, near the Akihabara area. My dad’s work and our schools weren’t near, but my father liked the vibe and so did my mom. I took extra classes and took my little sister to arcades and to her Japanese classes that were an hour before dinner, so I would see the bright neon lights every night, I kind of miss it.”

“You lived in Tokyo? Why did you end up in Seoul?”

“We lived used to only go for summers, maybe a few times a year, but when my dad died when I was 16, my mom, little sister and I moved there until I was 18. My older brother and sister insisted they take care of everything until I legally had ownership. The week before my birthday we started packing up, and the day after my birthday we were in Seoul, unpacking in the house my mom has now. I finished school here in Seoul and got the company. I do miss Japan though.”

“You don’t look like a normal Korean.”

“No offense!” He added quickly, making me chuckle.

“My grandpa moved to America because a high paying job was offered to him. So my father lived in the US all his life. He met my mom in college who was American and they moved to Japan to learn more about game design and animation, had older siblings, and moved to Seoul because my father wanted to start the company in South Korean, then they had me, then my little sister four years after. I’m fluent in English, and Japanese, but I mostly keep that to myself, since we spoke English at home and my school was full of foreigners, I didn’t grow up speaking a lot of Korean, or speaking at all, so my Korean still has some flaws.”

Jimin only nodded, taking in the information. There was that warm fuzzy feeling again. I lifted one hand and began to play with Jimin’s hair, earning me a hum like last night. Jimin’s hand wondered and grabbed my hand that wasn’t in his hair, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I heard my phone give me a chime for a calendar reminder.

“Uh, Chim, what day of the week is it?”

“Wednesday, why?”

“Fuuuuuuck.” I had to take care of my nephew today.

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Please tell us more stories about the corn!!

brief preface: i live in iowa, one of the united states’ largest producers of corn (as in maize for those overseas), and worked at a corn breeding research facility. these guys are in charge of creating new lines of seed for farmers to grow; i took the job because it was the only plant science-related job i could, and it sucked but it wasn’t the worst job ive ever had and i made bank because it sucked and no one wanted to do it. there were two parts to this job: data collection and pollination. i wrote out a huge thing on the details of these and then decided it was too long and rambly so imma just gonna skip that stuff and get to the Weird Liminal Space Corn Stories:

-for data collection, our job was to take plant an ear hights in fields all around iowa, meaning that we would get to work in the morning and they would load us up into transit vans and drive us out to a random small town with a test field for testing. once we got there, we had 16-foot-tall wooden measuring sticks we would unfold and bring into the field with us, and the instructions from there were simple: 2 people on each side of the breeder. you measure the line of corn behind you by sticking ur stick next to an average looking plant and reading off first how far up on the plant the first ear of corn was, then reading off how far the base of the flag leaf was. then, you turn around to face the line of corn behind you, and while youre turning around and sticking your measuring stick into the ground on that side your partner reads there numbers, you read your second line of numbers, your partner reads their second line, and then you walk into the nearest alley and march up two lines of corn while the people on the other side of the breeder go. you read the two data points on one side. your partner reads and u turn around. you read the data points behind you. your partner does. while you are going, your breeder is walking up the field typing in the numbers on a data logger and the other team is walking up two rows. once you reach the end of the field, your breeder stops you, you walk two plots down and turn the other direction. you read off your data points, ect, you do that all the way down the field. you do this for hours until your set is done. all told, once your team of 5 people gets oriented and going, it should sound like this to you:

stick. 65, 102. turn. stick. 68, 104. pick up stick. walk down two rows. stick. 85, 102. turn. stick. 84, 103. pick up stick. walk down two rows. ect. you have to annunciate yourself and not talk to your teamates so the breeder can hear you through the corn. on windy days, you have to shout. you dont have time to stop and talk; you actually barely have time to do anything but focus on the manual task of number, turn, number, walk, number, turn, number, walk. when we were done, we would come out covered in sweat and dirt with our sticks, pile in the transit van, and drive like, the 2-3 hours back. work days were about 9 hours with 5 in the field, meaning that you worked 40 hours a week and could do overtime on weekends doing pollination (which was actually really fun). 

-no headphones. at first i thought that rule was stupid, but like, once you enter a cornfield you realize that this is because 1. if someone is screaming your name you need to be able to hear and 2. corn touches everything; when you’re in the corn, there is always something touching you. we wore special hats with veils, long pants, long shirts, eye protection, and closed toed shoes because the corn leaves are sharp and will cut you up; i have scars from this. your headphones would get ripped out within like, .3 seconds, because like corn just snags and slices up everything. 

-one time, on the hottest day of the summer, we were doing the number-turn-number-walk routine and heard someone yelling for our breeder guy. he stopped us short and called back, and like, this is the scary part about cornfields: like i said in the tags of that one post, corn swallows up sound more than anything. it’s impossible to tell where you are and impossible to hear anything, even if you scream, so its best to stay close to your team unless your doing solo work, and if you’re doing solo work like, for the love of god, keep walking in the direction youre supposed to be walking until you’re finished. trust that theres something on the other side, even if you cant see it. but anyway; hes yelling, and shes yelling, and suddenly she bursts through the corn after searching for us and says that this one kid is having a seizure. queue both of them running out of the corn and we’re just standing there. eventually we hear one of the other breeders yelling “___’s group, where are you?!” and we’re like “over here! we’re over here!” and put our sticks up, and the other breeder comes into the alley and we keep doing data points. we had like, 6 kids go home that day because of how hot it was (over 100 degrees) and we ended up not finishing the field because they decided it wasnt safe for us to work anymore. (also, kid was predisposed to seizures and they took him home, he was fine and came back to work a couple days later)

-i kind of talked about this in the tags of that other post, but i think the scariest day was the day we were in a test field a little ways away from the research center. it was kind of stormy but we were like ok whatever, we’ve gotten rained on before with no problem, queue us starting the data collection for the day. its…..really windy. like. i wish i could recreate that feel in art or something or even film it someday, because 1. when the wind blew, the whole field-which, remember, this is our whole world when we’re in there because you can’t see anything but corn in every direction- moved. like, bended, which is typical of corn because like yeah duh it does that, but its like if you were standing in a hallway and suddenly all the walls bent with the wind and so did the cieling. it was that disorienting; i actually stumbled a few times because the only steady thing was the ground and 2. it was loud, like a weird roar in the background. everything is rustling all around you at once. we had to scream our numbers for the breeder to hear us, and when i moved my measuring stick would catch the wind and drag me back a little. then, we heard thunder in the distance. our breeder was like “okay guys we’re gonna finish this field because we’re only like 4 ranges away from the road” and we’re like ok yeah, 40 plots, we can do this. the wind picked up, we kept moving at like twice the pace to get out of there, and when we reached the end it was really close and our breeder was like “come on we have to go now” and we like, picked up our sticks and ran through the corn bending around us with the thunder and everything, can i say midwestern gothic because ive never experienced midwestern gothic more than 4 teenagers with corn sticks and a dude with a data logger running through a discombobulating corn haze at 11am with thunder rolling in. we get to the edge of the field, scramble over the barbed wire fence because we are not running through the rest of the field. in a hot second more teams emerge from the field at various speeds just as it starts storming. we pack up our sticks. our team of four gets in our breeder’s pickup truck and we drive back in the rain. it was a look guys ngl

-throwback to when i just finished doing solo tagging of the ranges in the corn in a field three hours away from the research center. our breeder said to meet him back at the truck when we were done, so when i reach the end of the field having stapled on tags for around 100 ranges (about ten minutes of walking and stapling alone in a single line; these tags will help orient harvesting in the fall), i turn around and start heading straight back, because like again, when you’re in the corn alone its best to know exactly where you are and the way out is always a straight line. i start following my tagging trail back. about five minutes into walking i hear rustling near me. y’all, i was not ready, started jogging and checking behind me and after a little bit i slow down because i feel like i lost whatever it was. rustling continues like its following me. hellno.jpg, not today, i run out of the corn into the alley on the other side, decide i must have imagined it, and start walking towards the truck. as it turns out it was another one of the guys who didn’t know where to go, saw me from his row, and was following me to find his way out of the corn. almost died that day y’all

-occasionally we would visit fields to do brittle snap count, which is lining up, walking a plot, stopping, and yelling out how many broken stalks of corn we counted in the plot we just walked through, then continuing. the whole thing is that farmers understandably hate it when all their corn breaks and dies. we went to this one field that had been hit by a wind storm; it was a really hot day and we were all like dying. this is where my aforementioned scarring comes in. in cornfields, there exists a thingy called corn rash. this is where the corn hits your skin so much that it makes tiny cuts all over you, and then pollen from said corn gets in the cuts along with sweat. it is the worst time i have ever experienced in my life like literally nope would not recommend. eventually we realized that half this field of test crop was broken. like, we stopped counting the amount of plants with broken stems and instead started counting the amount of plants still standing. i was wearing all the protection i needed/that was required (so was everyone else), but it was so hot that literally all of us had corn rash and i was bleeding, big yikes. eventually our super nice breeder for the day realized that we were Struggling™ and was like ok listen we’re going back this isn’t worth it and all the corn is literally dead inexplicably anyway and then took us to get gas station ice cream after bc she felt bad for us lmao, a blessing

-talked to the breeders a lot and asked a ton of questions. learned that sunflower breeding is a thing that happens and that they’re bred to be larger to bear more seed for like, those bags of sunflower seeds you see at gas stations. the more u know

-zoo corn

-the corn in the pollination fields (the corn being bred into pure, genetically identical lines for testing….*insert Corn Discourse Concerning Loss Of Genetic Diversity Here But Not Gonna Talk About It In This Post Bc Its Already Super Long*) gets really weird mutations that i’ve talked about before

-this post got so long im sorry

tl;dr: corn is a terrifying liminal space

so the other day i had just gotten into work when a lady comes in, imma call her Blue (she wears a blue coat and constantly had the blue MalWart bag thus the name)

Now, Blue obviously has…. issues, im not sure what they are but they are a thing.

i usually get to work a half hour before im supposed to be in because i dont live very far from my store (i can walk when the weather is nice), and i use the extra half hour to eat my Him Tortons brekky, put my coat and bag away, go bathroom, whatever, and usually i put my smock on as im coming down because i need it on anyway. (all this is just for setting the scene, btw)

so i come out of the bathroom, done what i had to do and go about my buisness, (usually that’s double checking the schedual just so i know when to take breaks and whatnot) and then start actually working.

Now Blue… She seems to have this idea that we are supposed to stand up all pretty at the counter, doing nothing but helping her find out prices which are CLEARLY FUCKING LABELED STICKERS, all the while listening to her spout out the most racist ass nonsense (calling some imagined woman an “n-word dyke bitch” and threats against us (according to my boss she doesnt understand what she is even saying when she’s doing this. which i guess i can understand because some tics you just cannot help…) …..HOWEVER i will not accept threats, intentional or not, to our volunteers. i was one for three years before they hired me, and i know they just want to get the volunteer hours done and over with and move on. 

So this morning its around…. 10 am, i just got in for my shift and i’m watching the front while the ASM M is gathering more stuff to hang (i work at the red shield second hand store btw) when Blue comes in, i already ran into her at Him Tortons so i’ve been warned she’s about, im also tidying up a little bit so im a tad busy when she asks me a question, which i couldnt hear real clear anyway due to a combination of the speaker being right over me and my ears being a little muffled because im sick rn. i just go about my buisness when suddenly she shouts, all the way across the store “You Work for a living, bitch!”

….. yes, i work for a living, that does not include listening to the aforementioned racism and threats to my person, you mental-case. I am the only other person up on the floor until Dain (not his real name) comes in at noon okay? i have a million other things to do than stand at the counter and act like your personal shopper when i have other customers to ring in, shit that needs putting away or putting on hangers to hang them so later i can put them away. thats my job, not to make sure you dont try and deck someone because they nudged you with thier backback (actually happened, M kicked her out after that while Blue began a tirade about how shes being accused of stealing from the store for some reason) because GUESS WHAT FUCKER it is a tiny store. it aint Malize or fuckin UsefulnessTown, its a small tiny store in a 50+ year old building, people gon get nudged in a tight space. especially in january when its cold and everyone is wearing 20lbs of winter coats.

i havent seen her since the “Stealing accusation” tirade so im hoping shes gone for good but i doubt that, my boss C usually tries to diffuse issues, bless him but sometimes i prefer M’s way of dealing with people like this lady. (my way is just petty “oh sorry i didnt hear you” and then walk away, making sure i have my name tag covered)

TL;DR - woman comes in and swears at me because im fucking busy with my actual job instead of what she assumes i should be doing, i know what im doing, i have a JOB FOR A LIVING, BITCH.

(sorry for all the swearing for those who dont like swears but honestly it took everything i had in me right then to not run up, grab her by her hair and toss her into King Street infront of the B-line express bus. i would have loved to tbh, thankfully i got to rip the shit out of hole and stain filled clothing later and bought a funky shirt so that was the silver lining >:3 )

A New Life: Part Ten

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WC: 1,538

Warnings: Fluff. Adorable Dean. But also funeral talk at the beginning.

A/N: Be prepared for adorable Dean. And feels.  I mean really guys, I love him and this chapter SO MUCH. Also, fun note: If you play Faithfully by Journey in the background when the mention starts, the song lines up really well as you read to the end. 

Please let me know what you think!

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The funeral was rough. While it was nice seeing so many familiar faces, you wished the opportunity had come under different circumstances. You were at least grateful the boys had agreed to let you come pay your respects and grieve with the community you’d once been a part of.

It had been almost a year since you’d split town. Everyone was dying to know how you’d been, where you’d been, and what you’d been doing all this time. You gave them simple, generic answers.

You were glad you had the boys there with you, but you felt guilty because you knew it must be difficult for them too. As far as you were aware, you didn’t think that they had been to a “normal” funeral. Not that hunter funerals were significantly different, but you figured this environment was a lot more formal than what they were used to.

They politely visited with everyone and took some of the attention off of you, but they made sure to stay close. When you started to get overwhelmed or upset, they would step in and steal you from the conversation. It was a long and emotional day, but you made it.

Late that afternoon, Dean walked through the hotel door with the last of your bags.

“Well, we’ve got the hotel tonight and we can stick around for a little while tomorrow if you want.” He dropped the bags at the foot of the bed, and you could see the wheels turning as he looked at you.

“What’s on the agenda for tonight? House party? Bar hopping?”

“Dean, not everyone wants to go out and drink away their problems like you,” Sam scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and laughed as they started teasing each other.

“Oh, come on. I’m just trying to get Y/N to give us the whole college experience! We’re only in town for a night, and I never got to do any of that like you two brainiacs.”

He had a point. It always made you sad to think just how much Dean had given up and missed out on in his life. You looked at them and smiled. “I guess I can probably think of a place or two.”

You and the boys claimed a booth along the wall at your favorite bar. It was surreal being back and, much like the funeral and luncheon, people seemed to flock to you and ask about every little detail of your life since you’d been gone. The boys were patient and gave you some space as you caught up with friends and classmates. The conversations were heavy and repetitive, but everyone seemed to loosen up after a few drinks.

You talked and laughed with the boys in between each conversation. After another round of shots, you quickly gave up trying to keep up with their pace and made your way to the bar to grab a beer.

You drummed your fingers absentmindedly on the bar as you waited for the server to catch your eye.

“Holy shiiit, Y/N?” You cringed at the familiar voice that drawled your name. Turning around you found yourself face to face with your ex-boyfriend, Alan.

“Wow, how long’s it been?”

“Been a while, Alan.”

“Damn girl. You look good!”

“Thanks.”

A year ago you would have felt bad for being so short with him. You felt a twinge of pride as you were again reminded of how much you’d changed since you’d been gone. You had a sense of identity now, and you’d been a whole different story when you’d been Alan’s dependent and helpless girlfriend at the beginning of college.

“Buy you a drink?” He asked.

“No thanks, really I’m goo--”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.” His now-girlfriend, Marie, came strutting up to wrap herself around him. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

It had been years since you and Alan had broken up, but she still always seemed to feel threatened that you’d try and snake him away from her.

“Hey Marie.”

“Can we help you?” She practically spat at you.

“No, I was just saying hi. It’s good to see you both, but I should really be getting back to my frie--”

“Look, he’s taken, okay? Don’t you think you should get over it already?” She was in your face now, and he was peeking around her looking you over with a raised eyebrow.

Boy, don’t they make quite the pair. You couldn’t help chuckling to yourself. They were both so trashed that you didn’t even bother feeling annoyed. Compared to everything you’d been through and the monsters you’d faced, their antics were completely harmless.

“You had your chance and you ruined it. It’s really pathetic that you’d still be pining over someone else’s boyfriend.” She slurred.

“Marie, really. I’m glad you two are happy. I don’t want him back, I--”

She scoffed and cut you off again. “Oh please. You are so--”

“There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You felt his hand on your lower back and he leaned around to kiss you innocently on the cheek-- as if he’d done it a thousand times before. The simple gesture sent chills running through you.

Marie and Alan’s mouths fell open as they took in Dean. You suppressed the laugh that threatened to escape as you turned to face him.

“Dean.” You grinned up at him, feeling a deep tug in your heart as you looked into his crinkled eyes.

“Good to see you two!” You waved over your shoulder as you linked your arm through his, quickly dragging him away from the bar as you started laughing.

“It was starting to look like you could use a little help. You’re welcome.” He paused, looking down to shoot you a smug grin as he wiggled his eyebrows. God, you loved when he did that.

“How’d you know? You don’t even know who they are,” you asked looking back up at him.

He shrugged. “I’ve come across my fair share of crazy chicks. She had crazy written all over her. And the way he was looking at you…”

He was cut off by a loud celebration. The entire bar screamed as a new song came on, and you both laughed as you took in all of the drunk college students singing at the top of their lungs to Journey.

Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You’re on my mind

“Usually people only react like this when it’s Don’t Stop Believin’,” you shouted at Dean over the noise. “It’s not often you see them belting out slower songs.”

When you turned back to face him, he quickly reached out to grab your waist and pull you toward him. “Dean, what are you--”

He removed one of his hands from your waist so he could gently grab each of your arms and guide them to rest on his shoulders. Taking a step closer, he placed his forehead on yours and began swaying to the music.

“Dean Winchester. You don’t strike me as the slow dancing type.” You laughed nervously.

“When it comes to you, sweetheart, I’ll be anything you need me to be,” he murmured. Your heart started racing at his words. You let yourself sway with him, becoming hyperaware of the way his closeness made you feel.

Through space and time

Always another show

Wondering where I am

Lost without you

Stealing a peek at him you noticed his eyes were closed and he was smiling to himself, looking more at peace than you’d ever seen him before. You felt like you might melt into a puddle right in the middle of the bar. You quickly glanced away.

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

Unable to resist, you swallowed hard before surrendering to peek up at him again. His green eyes were already watching you intently. He pulled back to kiss your forehead before leaning in again to rest his temple against yours.

Oh girl, you stand by me

I’m forever yours

Faithfully

He sang low in your ear, but he was close enough that you could hear him clearly. His gravelly voice sent a shiver down your spine.

And then you felt it. You felt it in the way your skin buzzed as he held you. Felt it in the way you melted as he continued to sing softly in your ear. Your mind ran back through all the times he had picked you up and stood by you—even from the very first moment he’d met you. You felt it in your soul.

You were in love with him.

“Dean…” You said in a breathless whisper. You weren’t sure whether you said it out of realization or whether you were calling to him. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you above the music and the crowd.

He leaned back just far enough so he could look at you. As he cupped your face in his hand, you were speechless. But the look in his eyes let you know he understood.

He leaned in and kissed you fervently.

I’m forever yours

Ever yours

Faithfully

Part Eleven

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Chapter 4 : It Just Gets Worse Abby woke up in the morning with a cranky attitude. She didn't get much sleep. Everything that happened the previous day was stuck in her head and it wouldn't leave. She wanted more than anything to stay home and sleep, but she didn't have much of a choice; so when she finally was able to drag herself out of bed, she went downstairs to make her breakfast; being greeted by her father as soon as he saw her. "Morning, precious!" he said bubbily. Abby barely noticed from how tired she was. "Huh? Oh, morning, dad." she said, yawning. Penny obviously knew his daughter was not awake enough for school, but he also knew there was no way he'd get her to stay home. Abby tried to cook her breakfast but ended up burning it. First attempt: failed. She tried again, and did the same thing. Second attempt: failed. Not bothering to try again, she decided to grab a yogurt cup from the rusty fridge. After eating and nearly falling asleep again, she got dressed, brush her hair, and grabbed her bag, which her dad handed to her. As she was walking away to go catch the bus, her dad stopped her. "Wait a minute, Abby." he said. When she turned around, he was walking towards her. Penny wrapped her in a hug he knew she needed. "You know you can talk to me if anything is bothering you, right?" he asked. "I want you to be happy, Abby." he added. Abby hugged him back. "I know, dad. I know." she said in return. "But..." She ended the hug by very lightly pushing him away. "I'm fine. I promise." she continued, smiling lightly. Penny sighed. He didn't really know what to think. Of course he believed her, but from what happened yesterday, he was unsure. He finally decided to just go with it and see what happens. "Alright." he said. "Have a good day at school today, ok?" he continued, smiling hopefully at her. Abby's smile grew a bit bigger. "Ok, I'll try." she said. "No, you will." Penny said right after, making his daughter laugh. "Whatever you say, dad. I love you!" Abby hugged her father; he kissed her forehead before she ran off to catch the bus to school. "Bye! I love you too!" Penny shouted to her as she disappeared into the distance. Abby met Eddie in first period and they talked a little bit before class was officially started. Today was the day every student presented their partner to the class. Abby thought all of the presentations were great; she thought this project was so much fun. After class, Eddie walked up to Abby and tapped her on the shoulder, startling her a little bit. "Oh, sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to tell you that I thought you're presentation was really good." he said. Abby blushed upon hearing the compliment. "Thank you." she said quietly. "Hey, would you like me to give you a ride home on my bike? I would like to know where you live so we can hang out sometime over the weekend." Eddie asked her, a hopeful smile on his face. Abby had no idea what to think. Sure, she'd love to be able to hang out with him other than school, but what would he think when he saw where she lived? What would he think when he met her dad? "I..." Abby stuttered before finally answering. "Yes." "Great. Meet me in the parking lot after school." Eddie said before walking off. Abby was in serious trouble. She had meant to say no, but it came out as yes. She really wanted to find him and tell him what she meant to say, but she was afraid she might hurt his feelings. The school day finally ended, and Abby was standing in the parking lot, waiting. Most of the kids had left already. Abby was one of the few left. She looked around for Eddie but couldn't find him. She was starting to worry. He suddenly pulled up on a motorcycle out of nowhere. "C'mon, Abby!" he shouted over the engine. Abby put on the second helmet, sat down on the seat behind him, and held onto him as he took off. At first, she was scared. The engine was really loud and Eddie was going a little fast for her liking. After a while though, she began to enjoy it. She liked the way her hair flew behind her in the wind. She liked the wind on her face. This was something she'd never experienced before. And she loved it. She had to give Eddie directions. Their destination was a little far from the school; only because the two places were on the opposite sides of Derry. When they finally got there, Eddie was confused. "You live here?" he asked, staring up at the old rickety house before them both."....Yes." Abby replied. "My dad and I don't have very much money. I'm the only one that can work, and I don't get paid as much as we would like." she continued. "So you live in the old Neibolt house then?" Eddie asked. Abby paused. "Actually....I live below the house." she said, a hint of guilt in her tone. Eddie caught this hint. "That's ok." he said. "It isn't your fault your dad can't work. And whether or not you live under this old place, I still like you." he continued, looking down at her with a smile. Abby looked up at him, surprised. She was blushing intensely. Did he just say he likes me? Abby smiled back. "Thanks. I...like you too." she said. hugging him. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest when she felt him wrap his arms around her. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" A familiar female voice suddenly startled them. They looked over to see Brittney and another girl. Abby recognized her to be the girl that accompanied Brittney to lunch yesterday when the 'stain incident' happened. Her name was Elizabeth O'Donnell. She was the same height as Brittney, she was a little chubby, and she had glasses similar to Mary's. She had blonde hair like Abby, but it was messier and curlier. And she seemed to be hiding something behind her back. "Brittney? Elizabeth?" Eddie asked, shocked and confused. "You followed me home?!" Abby yelled more shocked than Eddie. "Yes, we did. And we can't BELIEVE you live in the SEWERS!!" Brittney and Elizabeth started laughing like they were watching clowns slip on ice at a circus in the middle of winter. "Now we have PROOF that you're a monster!" Elizabeth pointed at Abby. "Get away from her, Eddie! She'll eat you!" Brittney shrieked, somewhat sarcastic. Eddie's brows furrowed. "Abby is NOT a monster! She and her dad don't have much money because he can't work, and she doesn't get paid nearly enough." he defended Abby. Abby smiled a bit. Brittney gasped. "Oh no! She's hypnotized him!" she shouted. Eddie sighed. "In a way..." He held Abby's hand in his. "Yes, she has." he smiled. Abby smiled back, blushing more. Eddie, looking down at her, blushed a little bit himself. Brittney could not stand the sight of Eddie and Abby staring into each other's eyes. She growled under her breath before saying her friend's name. "Liz!" Elizabeth nodded to Brittney before suddenly pulling a baseball bat from behind her back. She ran up to Abby, swung it...... .......and hit her in the back of her head with all of her strength. Abby fell to the ground, shaking. Her head felt like it was going to explode from the pain. Her vision was blurry and she felt extremely dizzy. She couldn't move at all. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!" Eddie yelled, overcome with anger. "I need to get rid of her so I can have you. No one can have you but ME!" Brittney yelled back. "I was never interested in you, Brittney! I never was, and after this, I certainly never will be." Eddie admitted. This only made Brittney more angry. So angry, that she literally stormed over to Elizabeth, snatched the bat from her, and prepared to beat Abby with it. As she raised the bat, she shouted a single phrase to her victim, attempting to call her a very bad name. "YOU STUPID LITTLE PIECE OF-" Luckily, she was cut off at just the right moment when a big brown dog jumped in snatched the bat from her. "What the-?!" she shouted. Everyone looked over at the dog, who still had the bat in it's mouth; growling loudly and angrily at Brittney. Brittney, determined to punish the innocent blonde girl on the ground, started to walk over to it, holding out her arm, and shouting at it. "Give me that, you dumb dog!" she shouted. But before she could get to it, it's jaws suddenly grew huge; bigger than it's body; and it's teeth grew as sharp as the sharpest razors; sharp enough to chomp the metal bat in half. Brittney backed up and everyone, except for Abby, stared in shock, surprise, and fear as the brown dog suddenly began to shape-shift. It first stood on it's hind legs, then it's front paws turned into hands and his back paws to big feet. It's fur turned gray and it's face turned white and red, and redish-orange hair grew on the top of it's head. When it finished shifting, what once was a dog was now a tall, razor-toothed clown with soul-piercing yellow eyes. Brittney said something a little louder than a murmur. "What the f-" Pennywise once again cut her off with a roar that would scare Freddy Kreuger. Brittney and Elizabeth screamed at the top of their lungs while Eddie just stood and stared. The two girls started to run, but Penny was able to catch up with them. He grabbed Elizabeth with his tongue, and Brittney with his right arm. Abby grabbed Eddie's ankle. "...Ed....up" was all she could say. "Y-You want up? Are you sure?" he asked. Abby squeezed his ankle harder, telling him she was sure. "Ok, ok." he said, helping her up and leaning her against his shoulder. However, Abby did not want to do that. She pushed away from him and walked a few steps forward, barely able to stay balanced. Once she was able to stay standing in one spot, she looked up at Penny and what he was doing. She saw how scared Brittney and Elizabeth looked. Sure they tried to beat her up with a metal baseball but in front of the boy of her dreams, but she still needed to save them. So she took her deepest breath, readied her voice, and shouted as loud as she could manage. "DAD STOP!!!" Penny turned around with wide eyes when he heard his daughter's voice. The others were shocked and confused. "THIS THING IS YOUR DAD?!" Brittney and Elizabeth screamed. "THAT'S YOUR DAD?!" Eddie screamed. Abby didn't respond to any of them. She just stared back at her father with eyes that said to him "Don't hurt them. Just let them go." Penny turned back to the girls and said in a menacing tone "NEVER SHOW YOUR FACES HERE AGAIN!" Once he put them down, they ran off so fast they disappeared in just a few seconds. Penny then turned back to normal and turned to go to Abby. Abby tried to walk to him as well. "....da-" Abby was about to speak, but tripped and finally fell unconscious when she hit the ground. "Abby!!" Eddie ran over to her, knelt beside her, and put her head on his knee. Penny jumped to them from where he was; it was only a little under 9 feet. When he got over there, he looked at Eddie with a protective stare. "Who are you?" the clown asked. "Eddie. Eddie Denbrough. I-I'm a friend of Abby's." Eddie replied. Penny backed down, knowing he wasn't going to hurt his precious. But that name... ...He'd heard that name before... ... But where...? Suddenly, thunder rang out as the clouds got darker. Penny knew it was going to start raining. I mean, it was kinda obvious. There were and are times where it would thunder but not rain, but he knew it was rain this time. He quickly and gently picked up Abby before turning to Eddie. "Follow me." he said. Eddie did as he was told. He went with Penny into the house and down into the well. When they got to where Abby and Penny lived, Penny took Abby into her room and laid her in her bed. A little bit later, Eddie was sitting beside Abby's bed and Penny was pacing in circles. Eddie started to watch him for a bit. "How were you able to turn into a dog?" he asked the clown, remembering how he was able to bite the metal baseball bat in half. Penny growled, telling Eddie that he was not up for chatting. Eddie, however, didn't realize that. "Are you like, an alien or something?" he asked. Penny stopped pacing and snarled at him. He really wanted Eddie to shut up. And, Eddie, finally realizing it, did. Then, out of nowhere, Abby groaned. "Nngh...dad..?" she said quietly. Penny stopped pacing and quickly rushed over, holding her hand. "Yes, Abby? I'm right here." he said in attempt to calm her. Abby turned to look at him and smiled. "That was dog trick was clever." she said. Penny smiled back. "Of course! I needed to protect you somehow!" he said in return. Abby laughed a bit before looking over to Eddie. "You're still here?" she asked. "Yeah. I wasn't planning on leaving until I knew you were ok." he replied. Abby blushed and smiled at him, and he smiled and blushed right back. RING RING! Eddie quickly pulled out his phone. "It's my dad. I need to take this." he said, answering after. "Hey dad......I'm at a friend's house.....yes.....I know........I know, I'm sorry.......I promise I'll call you next time..........ok.........ok.....bye." He hung up, then turned to Abby. "I gotta go. Will you be ok, Abby?" he asked. "Yes, I'm fine." she replied. "Ok. It was nice to meet you, Mr....." Eddie waited for Penny to say his name. "Penny." the clown smiled. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Penny." Eddie shook Penny's hand. "Bye Abby!" Eddie waved to Abby before running out of the room. He'd wanted to do something else, but he feared Penny wouldn't like it too much. "Bye." Abby spoke softy as she weakily waved in return. "Are you sure you're alright, Abby?" Penny asked, worry in his tone. "Besides the bad headache, I'm just fine, dad." she said, still smiling. Penny breathed a small sigh of relief. "Alright. You're staying home from school tomorrow, you hear me?" he told her. Abby nodded and closed her eyes, falling fast asleep. Penny was going to leave the room and let her sleep, but figured he'd stay, mostly just to keep an eye on her. It was also because he wanted to keep her company. So he curled up next to her on the bed, wrapped his arms around her, and purred. Meanwhile, Bill Denbrough stood outside on his front porch, waiting for his son to come home. When he finally pulled up on his motorcycle, Bill was relieved. "Edward Denbrough, you've got lots of explaining to do." he said as he and his son went inside the house. Eddie set his backpack down and changed into some dry clothes before sitting on the couch with his father. "So where did you go and why were you gone so long?" Bill asked, arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. Eddie hesitated, but still answered. "I offered to give a friend of mine a ride home from school today, since she has to walk nearly a mile from the bus stop to get to her house. And I was gone so long because these two girls came out of nowhere and hit her with a metal bat. Her dad saved her, of course; scared the girls off and we took Abby inside." he explained. "I see." Bill said. "That's nice of you to do that for a girl, but next time, tell me when you're giving her a ride, ok?" he continued. "And...what do you mean by her dad 'scared' the girls off?" he asked. "He....had a clown costume." Eddie answered nervously. "Really? What did it look like?" Bill asked, wanting to know more." "Well, his outfit was gray, his hair was redish-orange, and his face was white with red lines going down from his eyes to the corners of his mouth." Eddie said. Bill turned away, his expression going from normal to worry. He seemed to be lost in thought. Eddie became a little frightened when he saw his dad's eyes widen, and he became more frightened when he started to shake. Bill suddenly stood up, and his expression went from worry to anger as he turned to his son and pointed to a staircase. "Go to your room." he said. Eddie tried to say something but was cut off. "But dad-" "I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" Bill shouted, watching his only son flee up the stairs. Bill didn't know what to think right now. He never thought he'd ever have anything to do with that thing ever again. Could it really have survived what happened all those years ago? he thought. No, it couldn't have... ...could it...?....

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to write. There was school and then my cousin’s baby shower was yesterday so, yeah. I promise I’ll try to write more, I know you guys like this a lot. I ended up having to change the name of this chapter because what I had originally named it didn’t fit anymore. I hope y’all liked it!!~

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That's How You Know

So, happy late bday, Kim, like, a milenial late, but ey, better late than ever, imma right? eeeeey. I love you, tiny. I really really really hope you like this and I don’t break your heart like your first gift.....yeh.

Anyways, Shallura centric with mentions of Klance and Hunay and broganes.

Ps. Sorry for typos, bad grammar or stuff, ya know. Also, Allura and Shiro being awkard af bc I’m all for that shit. 

Ps.2 Read under the cut.

EDIT: i didn’t even tagged you wtf, honestly, @coralreefskim

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

As far as Shiro is concerned: he’s an only child,

Because he’s going to kill his little brother.

Shiro stomps hard against the hall’s floor as he heads towards the last door on the right. He has walked down this hall a lot of times over the last four years, being the place where his squad and him came to have their weekly movie night.

Lance’s apartment has always been their meeting point, but, for half a year now, it had become Lance and Keith’s, seeing how much time his little brother spent at his boyfriend’s apartment rather than their own.

Which is exactly why he’s marching down to Lance’s apartment, because he knows the lil’shit he has of a brother will be there and he’s going to regret deleting the last season of Game of Thrones before Shiro had a chance to see it just to record his crappy 90’s conspiracy theories.

As soon as the familiar mahogany door is in front of him, Shiro holds up his prosthetic and knocks, maybe with a little too much force than usual, and taps his foot against the floor in impatience, grumbling under his breath as he waits for an answer.

He hears the door lock click and as soon as there’s enough space in between, Shiro is quick to raise his hand, finger pointed in accusation at the person behind the door, mouth wide open ready for a screaming match -

“Um?”

When he realizes that it’s neither Lance or Keith who is behind the door and it’s an entirely different person who he’s currently trespassing on their personal bubble, his finger a little too close to the bridge of their nose.

Bright deep blue eyes meet his own gray ones and suddenly Shiro forgets why he came here. Brother? What brother? Game of Thrones? Whatever, everyone dies anyways.

All he can focus on is those big eyes that are staring at him...with a hint of indignation and annoyance, yep, right, okay then, time to apologize.

“Um!” That’s not how one should start with when attempting to apologize, but he’s trying, “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, I thought you were Klance - I mean! Keith! Or Lance! I thought you were one of them, and I was looking for my brother, but you’re not my brother because, of course, you don’t have a - Oh kay then, yes, so , um, you're not them, and I’m really sorry about that abrupted ...scene I guess? I don’t usually do that, but you see, it was Game of Thrones so he had to pay -”

Shiro has chill, he swears to God he's the chilled one in his family, but no one can blame him when he loses said chill because there's suddenly a Goddess in front of him, okay?

How about if he runs? Would that make this less awkward?

He doesn’t have time to decide because suddenly, the gorgeous stranger in front of him gasps and he swears her eyes sparkle as they focus on his arm prosthetic.

“Is that a prosthetic? That’s a stupid question, of course it is! Oh, my! Look at this detail, this is amazing! I have never seen technology so advanced except in our laboratory, how did you managed to get this prototype? How was the physical therapy sessions? This is quite outstanding.”

Shiro blinks, face still flushed and mouth dry.

“Uh…” he lets out dumbly and it’s enough to make the woman jump in realization, her blue eyes widening.

“Oh, oh my gosh, I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t meant to uh, I just - I’m really sorry! I just - I’m a Doctor and I just started to make a new prototype for a mechanic prosthetic along with my father back at the hospital and - not that I’m excused just for that fact but uh - I just wanted to assured you I’m not a creep or a morbid person and - Oh, quiznak,  I’m - Uh...”

She trails off unsure, lower lip getting caught between her teeth and - Ok, Shiro should really look away now.

...Ok, so, he stares a little bit more.

He doesn’t mind in the least the topic revolving around his prosthetic; it’s been a couple of years since his accident and he has healed and grow since then. His past and disability doesn't define him, he has learn that, and he lived by that.

But it’s not like he’s about to tell her that; his awkwardness had to be shared, okay? He has rights as a human being and letting other people to share the awkwardness was part of those rights.

The silence expands itself and Shiro’s starting to think that this is a good time for space cats to try and invade Earth just so he could get out of this mess.

But then the dark skinned goddess princess in front of him - because, honestly, what else could she be - claps her hands with determination before she moves around him, careful to not touch skin and somehow they end up switching places; Shiro blinks in confusion as his feet hit the wooden floor of the apartment and stares as the still unknown woman shifts on her feet outside the apartment.

“Yeah, ok, so, um, just stay there and - uh, hang on -” She says hurriedly, grabbing the handle of the door to close it carefully before she closes it entirely, leaving Shiro behind with an empty apartment.

Not two seconds later and then there’s a knock on the door. Shiro immediately opens it and then there’s the woman, smiling bright and wide at him and holding out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Allura Altea, I’m Lance’s cousin and I promise not to make this awkward again.”

That’s all it takes for Shiro to think she’s the one.

Their first date took place two weeks later right after Shiro finally got the courage to ask Allura out.

Shiro wants to emphasize that by ‘courage’ he means that his little brother quite literally kicked him in the butt towards Allura during one of Lance’s parties and shouted loud enough about how Shiro wanted to woo Allura with his charm like he wrote in his diary.

It’s a fucking journal, Keith, learn the difference.

At the end, he couldn’t really kill Keith, again, after that scene because Allura had laughed. She laughed and shook her head in disbelief before asking Shiro to expand his idea on his journal and his future plans.

Shiro was more than happy to share.

Now, they stand here: a thursday night on the small but comfortable terrace of Coran’s bakery, the dim lights hanging from the green flora around the walls giving the entire place a more romantic atmosphere.

Allura had complained at first, an embarrassed flush on her cheeks at her Uncle’s tactics and wink when they had arrived, but Shiro had waived the teasing off, offering a wink back to the mustached man and whispering a quick ‘thank you’ before guiding Allura to their table.

It takes a while but then the sun sets, the terrace get brighter and Shiro can only stare fondly as Allura keeps talking, eyes wide with excitement and arms flying around vividly at every word coming out of her mouth.

He’s entranced and he doesn't want to look away but his phone beeps besides him, letting him know it’s a quarter before midnight.

He voices his new discovery and he’s met with a confused arched eyebrow and a soft gasp.

"What? Already?"

Those gotta be his new favorite words.

Shiro chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement as Allura takes out her own phone to confirm his statement.

"I can't believe five hours have passed already," she muses in wonder, blinking owlishly before flashing him a bright smile. "Time flies, huh?"

With her by his side? He’s starting to realize that.

That’s how Shiro knows she’s the one.

Hunay’s wedding - because apparently now ship names were a thing in their squad and they are never letting him live it down - had been beautiful and Shiro is not afraid to admit that he had been low-key sobbing during the vows.

Shiro lost track of the squad soon after Lance delivered his best man’s speech. He could still see Pidge, though, dancing on the dance floor with her brother, who is also his best friend, laughing as Matt twirls his little sister around with a happy grin, his leg prosthetic doing nothing to prevent him from having fun.

He doesn’t want to even imagine where Lance and Keith are; knowing the two of them, they were probably being teenagers in the backroom instead of two adults with aerodynamic degrees.

“They are actually cuddling,” Allura says calmly suddendly joining him, as if she had read his thoughts, before intertwining their fingers together, her touch warm and secure against his flesh hand, “I passed them just a few minutes ago, both of them laying on the sand with the sunset behind them. Quite romantic, if I say so myself.”

“They are in Hawaii, the least they could do is appreciate the beautiful view of the sunset.” Shiro jokes, and Allura nudging him with her shoulder.

“I believe that seeing one of the people you love the most on this Earth being happy beats watching a sunset in Hawaii, dear.” Allura says playfully but her eyes to meet his and the intensity and emotion in her gaze makes his breath hitch.

‘Maybe so,’ Shiro thinks as he smiles down at her fondly, ‘but I don’t need a sunset when I see my everyday sunrise in you.’

Allura mirrors his smile before she sighs contently, resting her head on his shoulder and staying quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s company before Shiro drops a kiss on top of her head.

“Hey, dance with me?” He whispers softly before he yelps out in surprise when Allura flashes him a grin and tugs his hand ,running towards the dance floor.

At her smile and the sunset glow around her frame, Shiro decides she’s the one.

It takes him exactly two years and one week to tell her his thoughts.

Not because he was unsure or doubtful about his own beliefs and feelings, far from it; it was because love takes time, and while he had known from the start that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Allura, that didn’t mean he had to rush things.

Falling in love with Allura had been like anything he has experienced before. It had been abrupt and yet soft, fast and yet slow. It had been a rush of emotions quickly followed by a wave of comfort and familiarity that Shiro can’t help but think that this is not the first time living this.

That’s why, as he kneels in front of the woman he loves, the very same woman he had meet two years ago just because he wanted to kill his brother over a silly tv show, he tells her.

He tells her his thoughts, his feelings, his promises and his plans. He whispers his love, his hopes and his desires.

He reassure her, right there, under the stars and on the edge of their city, that there’s no one else in the entire universe for him, no one else out there that can make him smile, laugh or sing at three in the morning while dancing barefoot in their living apartment because -

“You’re the one,” Allura finishes for him out loud, tears falling down her eyes and her free hand, the one that’s not wrapped around Shiro’s, pressed against her chest, “You’re the one, Takashi.”

It might be night around them at the moment, but the moment Allura smiles can’ts help but think,

‘There’s my sunrise.’