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FORBIDDEN FRUIT
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E D E N F E Y R E
"WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE, AGAIN?" Lilea questions, lifting herself up on to the counter behind me.
Blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.
"I've told you atleast a dozen times already," I answer, attaching the red lead to Judes collar.
Lilea sips at her hot chocolate, fingers wrapping around the steaming mug, "Tell me again,"
I sigh, she sure knows how to get me talking.
But, there isn't a lot more to say without repeating myself. He is just a stranger who just so happened to be around the corner holding a boiling cup of coffee. They do say, your miracle could be just around the corner though.
Jude jumps up, paws landing on my leg, which she scratches at desperately, trying to hurry me up.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes and... did I mention, he dumped coffee down me?"
Lilea sat the mug down, beside her, "Hey, if he dumped coffee over me, I'd thank him,"
"Even if he ruined your favourite jumper?" I ask, standing up.
She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head, "Only if its the green one,"
Course
From the dish, I hook out my keys, "I hate to cut this short, Lilea but if we want those marshmallows..."
At this, she perks up. Jumping down from the counter, she gives Jude a quick pat on the head, "Pink marshmallows - the giant ones," She grins.
Judes quick to take off towards the door, her lead tugging me in that direction too.
"How giant is giant?" I tease, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
She sighs, shooing Jude and I off, "Bye, Eden,"
Lilea shuts the door behind us and Jude scratches at the floor as she tugs me down the stairs. A small corridor follows, past the flower shop where the lights have been flipped off.
I slot another key into the lock, unlocking the door then step outside. I then have to lock back up... again.
Jude jumps up, yapping and enthusiasticly scratching my legs.
"Calm it kermit," I mutter, tucking the keys into my bag.
The streets are now for the most part quiet. Or as quiet as small town streets can get. Its dark and so the street lamps and fairy lights have been turned on. Autumnal decorations wind along fences, signs and light up windowsills.
The odd few pumpkins sit on the doorsteps of those sort of peoples houses who leave their Christmas decorations up all year. Theres still a while to go until October 31st but everyone in this godforsaken town act as if its not only tomorrow, but the next bestthing after Christmas.
It's not like im Scrooging on Halloween or anything, after all, its the only time that I can dress up as an axe murderer and it appears somewhat okay. But this town and the majority of its inhabitants are ever so slightly insane. Just a tiny bit. I don't include myself on this list. Lilea, however...
The recognisable ringtone of my phone echoes loudly through the empty streets.
Wonder who it could be...
I'll give you three guesses.
"Hey, Mum," I answer, bringing my phone up to my ear but regretting it almost instantly.
"Eden! You are coming for dinner next Sunday, aren't you?" She questions, voice catching on every. single. nerve in my head.
I think all Mothers should come with a warning. °Cannot understand technology and believes that yelling through a phone solves world hunger°
"Eden? You can hear me can't you?"
I sigh, "That depends, try shouting a little louder,"
She huffs, "Well, are you coming or not?"
I have to choose my next words carefuly.
"I should be able to, I'll have to check with Mauve though,"
"Surely, you can get the day off they work you ever so hard it would've been ever so different if you'd have stayed up here,"
I find myself mouthing her word for word.
"Yes well, I happen to like my job," I mumble.
"Coralie supposes you don't, she often tells me abou-"
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Bryony, the towns resident crazy lady. If anyone was crazy enough to be out, dressed up to the nines whilst walking a cat, it was her. Jude notices too.
"Should I give Michelle a call and ask her then?"
I am entirely lost in the conversation.
"Give Michelle a call about what?"
Jude begins to growl, tugging at her lead as she watches Bryony and her cat prance down the other side of the street.
"Weren't you listening? About Louis accompanying you to Dinner on Sunday," She states.
Louis Cabot
Lileas older brother who I had a short lived Summer romance with years ago. My Mother remains to this day thoroughly convinced that there is some spark between us. However the last time I spoke to him must have been a year or so ago and the two of us had decided to remain friends long ago. To top it off, he is engaged.
"Mum, I'm quite sure Louis is happy accompanying his fiancée to Dinner,"
"Fiancée? Michelle hasn't told me, who told you?" She demands clearly getting into a fluster.
Jude begins yapping at the old woman and her cat.
"What are you doing, have you got that tv on or is it the dog?"
Byrony and her cat pass, turning the corner.
"Just gone for a walk thats all," I reply,
My bag slips from my shoulder, which I reach to adjust, I lean my phone on my shoulder and against my ear adnd go to pull my bag up.
Jude has other ideas.
She yanks me foward and my phone falls to the path.
Smashed
In my horror, I lunge for my phone, gasping and hardly noticing how I loosen the grip on Judes lead.
And... there goes my dog.
I'm not usually one to be dramatic, that is unless the real houswives of Cheshire happens to come on.
Its chaos. Pure and utter chaos.
I scoop up the remains of my phone and push it into my pocket, before taking off after Jude as she boundes after Bryony and her cat.
For once in my life, I am glad I'm not wearing heels. My dignity is to be preserved.
I follow her through the dark streets, but she is so much faster than me.
Damn it, Jude
The barking stops and I round the corner.
There better be a miracle around this one too.
"You're a sweet thing aren't you," I recognise the voice.
Its him - the man from yesterday.
There he is, kneeling down and petting Jude who's body wiggles as her tail wags so happily.
He looks up.
"Its you!" We both exclaim in unison.
A smirk tugs at his lips, "Yours, I presume?"
I nod, slightly shocked at the scene before me.
"... Jude," He mumbles, turning over her little bone shaped name tag in his hand.
"Are you following me?" My question is abrupt and he looks up from her tag with a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"Y'think I'm following you?" He asks.
I nod, "You caught my dog,"
He shakes his head, blonde pieces falling into his eyes as he does so.
"Y'dog caught me actually,"
Caught him?
"I'm not followin' you, just went for a walk is all," He adds.
I bend down, picking up Judes red lead and land directly opposite him.
"Do I get a name now?" I ask, posing the question innocently.
"Y"wanna know the name of your savior?" He laughs, looking over at the lit up buildings opposite.
"Wouldn't go as far as saviour," I mumble.
He stands up, taking my hand and pulling me up with him, "Austin,"
He shakes my hand as our fingers are already touching.
Austin
"Now, I've been thinkin', it's not likely we'll run into eachother a third time," He begins, hand falling back down to his coat pocket as he lets go of mine.
"Maybe not,"
"And, as you're a very pretty girl, who for obvious reasons can only be a Princess,"
Princess?
Is he flirting?
He's flirting isn't he
"A Princess?" I ask, picking Jude up and wrapping her small body closer to mine.
"Y'got an animal sidekick - only makes sense," He shrugs.
"Mussolini had a pet lion as a sidekick, does that make him a Princess too?" I couldn't help it.
His smile drops quickly.
Stupid brain
"Moving on, don't suppose you could tell me when your free?" He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets.
"How about Tuesday?" I ask.
He nods, "Tuesday I can do, any specific time or place?"
"Meet me outside Thorns, you know where that is right?" I check.
Am I reallly doing this?
"I'll find it, how's four o'clock sound?"
I nod, "Sounds good, Austin," I give him my best smile.
"Alright then, Miss Eden, I'll be seein' you Tuesday," He laughs, "And Jude... keep y'Mama out of trouble,"
#austin butler#austin butler elvis#baz luhrmann elvis#elvis 2022#Austin butler x eden feyre#Forbidden fruit#Hey#JUDE#story#Love#England#Southern
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trial (objection p.2)
i love htgawm connor is such a problem child
*
“So your father was already incapacitated when you murdered him,” Andrew deduced, leaning back in his chair. He spun the land-line’s coiled cord around his finger, looking over the ceiling sconces of his office. The place was definitely built at least half a century ago, and the remnants of its previous occupations were everywhere, from the covered-up fireman pole holes to the sound-proofed insulation.
“When I killed him out of self-defence, yes,” Neil returned. His portion of the conversation would always be under surveillance.
“Way to make my job harder, Wesninski.”
“What good would I be, otherwise?” he retorted. “Also, please don’t call me that. I’m figuring out a new last name. How does Neil Smith sound?”
“Dreadfully boring,” Andrew said. “Don’t say that word. I don’t like it.”
“Which one, exactly?”
Andrew grit his teeth. “Please.” It still sent shudders down his spine. “There’s no time for pleasantries.”
“Fine,” the man said. “Is that all you wanted to waste my time on? The position my father was found in, when I - when he died?”
“Considering that there are extremely graphic photos of his predicament for the jury to gawk at, yes. How is it self-defence if there’s no threat?”
“He wasn’t cuffed there: I was. The DNA evidence was tampered with to remove traces of the skin tissue that the cuffs had scraped away. Have you even looked at those photos? His wrists are clearly free. I thought you were talking about the eyes.”
“What about them?” Andrew hedged.
“They’re gouged out,” Neil muttered. “I hate that our eyes are - were - the same.”
“You did that whilst the two of you were fighting,” Andrew suggested. “Unless its clear you did it with a knife?”
“All I had was his cleaver,” Neil said. “I used the handle. That’d look like fingers, right?”
“Right,” Andrew agreed, just as Wymack appeared at his doorway.
“Could you keep the gruesome mutilation discussions off the worklines?” the old man demanded. “Matt just threw up into Dan’s paper-shredder.”
“I’ll have to call you back,” Andrew said, vastly unimpressed.
“I was going to say,” Neil said, sounding vaguely amused. “You have quite a stomach. Till next time, Andrew.”
“Bye, Neil.”
Wymack had his arms crossed when Andrew threw the phone back onto the receiver, his glower shrouded and unknowable.
Andrew gave it right back to him, refusing to stand as he mirrored Wymack’s stance. “What?”
“First you viciously reject the case,” he said. “Then you drive to see him. Now you’re calling him every day?”
“He’s in prison,” Andrew said. “I can’t just invite him over to interview him and gather evidence.”
“There is no valid reason for you to buddy up to Wesninski like this,” Wymack objected. “You barely speak to your clients unless they’re escapin’ juvie.”
“You’re asking no questions, so I’ll give no answers,” Andrew responded cheerfully. “Have a nice day, boss.”
Wymack pointed at him. “No murder talk on the worklines. Three strikes and you’re out, Andrew.”
Andrew swivelled back around in his chair, knowing true and well Wymack had warned him about upwards of 72 different infringements of people’s delicate psyche. He had a job to do: if someone got in his way, he wasn’t going to be nice about it.
Not for the first time, he wondered if Neil had a contraband mobile phone. It’d make his life a hell of a lot easier. For about twenty minutes he scrolled aimlessly through emails from desperate idiots convicted of white-collar crime, simultaneously considering how he might get a mobile phone to Neil next time he visited. He could go on the weekend, after Nicky’s godforsaken family night.
Oh, shit, Andrew thought, when he noticed he’d lost an hour of his day making plans to see Neil again.
Maybe Wymack was on to something.
*
“You do seem awfully invested,” Betsy suggested, leaning on the porch railing as Andrew smoked through a second cigarette. She’d come along to Nicky’s Friday night fiasco at his request, seeing as Aaron had Katelyn and Nicky had Erik. It seemed a little ridiculous to being his old therapist, who was much more of a mother than a therapist, but Andrew’d wanted to talk to her anyway and their schedules clashed too much to meet up for lunch.
“His case is simple,” Andrew objected, glaring at an owl that’d settled on the gangly tree in Nicky’s front yard. “He’s got physical evidence of his father’s cruelty, even though it’s been a decade. I’ve uncovered the DNA evidence tampering. Neil clearly acted out of self-defence. It’s open and shut, but no one’s going to want Wesninski’s child out on the streets.”
“Jury?” Betsy inquired.
“Jury,” Andrew confirmed sullenly. He fucking hated jury catering. When a case was on thin ice, it was up to selecting the perfectly biased (or prejudiced) people that’d think with their heart, not their head. Andrew was an excellent judge of character, but emotional evaluations were taxing and laborious.
“You’ll do great,” Betsy promised, smiling her all-knowing smile. “You always do.”
Andrew hummed gently, taking one final drag of his cigarette. Before he could chuck the butt into Nicky’s shrubbery, Betsy pinched it between her fingers and dropped it onto an ashtray atop a rickety windowsill.
“It’s an interesting story,” Betsy continued. “There’s every reason to be intrigued by it.”
Andrew just grunted.
“Though,” she remarked. “I figured that case between the young girls was even more perplexing and intricate, but you seem rather enamoured.”
“Shut up,” he mumbled.
“I’m sure I don’t have to remind you about professionalism,” she said airily.
“No,” he agreed. “You don’t.”
But - damn it all to hell - Neil was interesting. He was only a year younger than Andrew was, intelligent without seeming overbearing or arrogant, confident but reserved, a man of constraint taught by hardship but also a man of growth and reflection. Andrew was rambling and he knew it. Neil Wesninski was attractive, intriguing and completely out of Andrew’s reach. Even if he were just your average guy walking down the street, he wouldn’t look at Andrew twice.
Andrew was fine with that. He didn’t need someone chasing after him, just like he didn’t need emotional intimacy or empathy or gentleness. It was like those nerve-endings had been scoured till they were numb and useless. The pathways were still there, but they echoed a nothingness that he’d never really figured out.
Whatever. Whatever. Neil was just a challenging and well-paying case. That’s all he’d ever be.
He was getting existential and over-contemplative. Betsy knew this and smiled, letting him take her by the elbow inside for a cup of cocoa. It was late when the other four finished their game of Monopoly and Nicky finally permitted everyone to leave. Betsy let Andrew walk her to her car again, warmth crinkling her eyes.
“If you’re seeing your Neil tomorrow,” she said, with a wink. “Tell me all the juicy details.”
“You’re a leech,” Andrew declared, pushing her car-door shut. She waved out the scrolled-down window as she careened off, leaving Andrew to his quiet but volatile thoughts.
Your Neil, she’d said.
Now wasn’t that a confronting idea.
*
“Suppose you are a danger to society,” Andrew drawled. They were sat opposite one another at another metal table, handcuffs dangling off one of Neil’s wrists, his blunt key being fiddled with in the other hand. “Suppose you are just as marvellously unhinged as dear old Dad. What then?”
“Why bother entertaining the possibilities?” Neil cocked an eyebrow. “We both know I’m fine.”
“You are the furthest thing from ‘fine’,” Andrew retorted.
“You’re no paragon of mental health yourself,” Neil laughed, and Andrew wondered how the fuck he’d got himself here.
Two months ago he’d met Neil for the first time. In two weeks his trial would begin, in his lovely hometown of Baltimore, Maryland. It’d be less of a drive for Andrew, so he didn’t mind.
In two months, Andrew had found himself hanging onto every conversation. At first he clung on with apprehension. A wariness born out of unfamiliarity: he’d never been in the realm of wanting to associate with someone. Wanting someone’s company, their thoughts and opinions, their attention. It was ridiculous. Neil was a convicted murderer in a max-security prison.
Then again, Andrew was the one who knew that Neil was undeserving of that title best. At most it was manslaughter. In reality it was a blessing. Ridding the world of the Butcher, a renowned and horrifically twisted serial killer, was a service to the public rather than a hindrance.
And so Andrew had found himself in a strange position, between professionalism and exceptionalism. He almost couldn’t help it. He wanted to know what happened behind those ocean blues.
“Someone’s been bored again,” Andrew accused, lighting a cigarette. That was illegal but he didn’t give a fuck. Neil gazed at where it rested between his lips, conflicted.
He shrugged, caught out. “You’re an interesting person. Would it scare you to know we’re similar in more ways than one?”
Andrew let a small smirk twitch around his smoke. “You should be more scared than I should be.”
“Maybe I’ll go to law school when I’m out,” Neil leered, grinning. “Beat you at your own game.”
“You can try,” Andrew said. “You’ll lose.”
Neil hummed. His shackles jingled as he reached over the table for Andrew’s cigarette, his fingertips brushing over Andrew’s lips as he snatched it away. For a moment he watched the cherry’s glow, before letting it rest at the corner of his mouth.
Unimpressed, and also oddly flushed, Andrew glared.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Neil said, returning to the conversation like he hadn’t just stolen the cigarette out of Andrew’s mouth. Like Andrew hadn’t just let him. “If you get me out of this hell hole, I’ll prove you wrong.”
“And if you don’t?”
Neil grinned. “Then you lose anyway. Don’t worry: I won’t cry.”
“Good,” Andrew muttered, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest.
Neil filled the rest of their valuable time with inane chatter about the more twisted happenings within a male max prison: Andrew had heard of similar stories and worse, but seeing as Neil instigated most of the fights, he still found it rather entertaining to be told.
Before he knew it, their time was up. He stood, plucking the butt out from between Neil’s lips.
“Till next time,” Neil said, a forlorn look at the cigarette between Andrew’s fingers.
“I’ll text you about trial prep,” Andrew said, pointing at him. “Read it.”
Neil sighed. “Not like it’ll help me in any way. But fine. I’ll waste my limited credit and battery on the shitty flipper for court etiquet.”
“You’d better, you ungrateful shit. I got you that phone.”
Neil just winked and blew him a kiss. At Andrew’s scowl, he laughed.
The laugh haunted - no, teased - Andrew all the way out of the stupid prison complex, across the car park, even as he blasted music on the way home.
*
Andrew took one look at the woman who squirmed in her chair, leaning anxiously away from the middle-aged man next to her. It was instinctive and ingrained in her behaviours. An abusive father, then. Or, perhaps an abusive husband, if the twisting of her wedding ring was anything to go by.
“Accept,” Andrew declared.
“Do you have any qualms about gang violence?” the prosecution asked a balding man, lounging in his chair.
“It’s a toxic function of our society,” he answered.
The lawyer looked to the judge and smiled. “Accept, your honour.”
Fucking hell, Andrew thought. He glanced back over to the table, where Neil was cuffed to the iron loop. He didn’t smile, but simply tipped up his chin. An acknowledgement. Confidence in, well. Andrew.
Something in Andrew’s stomach settled. He turned back to the man that the prosecution had accepted. “So you have heard of the Wesninski case?”
“It was ten years ago,” he objected.
“What did you think of it?”
“It was well resolved,” he said.
“So you still garner some form of opinion against Wesninski?” Andrew eyed the Christian Society badge pinned to the strap of his messenger bag. “Surely your god would have some qualms with your inability to forgive,”
“Mr Minyard,” the judge insisted. “That’s enough.”
It didn’t matter. The man was already spitting mad, going bright-red in the face. He pointed at Neil and hissed “He’s a monster, just like his father. God should’ve had him killed!”
“Denied,” Andrew drawled. The man shuffled out of the jury box, frothing mad.
By the end of the selection process, Andrew was sure that at least half of those sitting in the box would think emotionally rather than pragmatically. He settled back at his desk, ignoring the prosecution lawyer’s filthy glares, and tapped his fingers on Neil’s file.
“I didn’t miss this,” Neil muttered, picking at the skin of his cuticles.
From Andrew’s pocket he drew out Neil’s favourite key, of which he’d swiped after they’d searched Neil from head to toe. The man looked at him with undeserved awe, taking the blunt key and spinning it between his fingers.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Shut up,” Andrew retorted.
The court was called to stand: Neil’s hearing had begun.
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FUCKs sake i was gonna try do this in three parts but the trial will be a whole part and the post trial too..... dammit lol
next we find out: what does the prosecution have up their sleeve? how will neil’s testimony go? what chaos will andrew cause in the courtroom? whose key does neil continually trace?? will neil be inevitably driven to distraction by andrew’s dope-ass suit?
#andreil#lawyer!andrew#felon!neil#law au#law firm!foxes#andrew minyard#neil josten#david wymack#betsy dobson#all for the game#aftg#hope u like this disaster of a fic lol#can someone please tell me what to name this au#i cant call it the htgawm au#(how to get away with murder)#unless?#idek#jem writes
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Everything Must Go
Jason Todd x Female Reader // Peter Parker x Female Reader
Yeah, it’s a Marvel cross-over in a DC universe! Because I can.
Summary:
After deciding to leave Gotham, you need to say one last good-bye.
Warning: Light swearing, death (nothing graphic – just mentions)
Before Reading Background:
You and Jason were dating for four years before Joker ‘killed’ him.
Now you are dating Peter Parker (Spider-Man)
Selina is your godmother. You are the child of Selina’s childhood friends. There is no family relationship between you and Jason even though you live in Wayne Manor
You are also a vigilante in the Batfam as Black Cat
Author’s Note:
So, here begins my various one-shots of Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader//y/n AKA my current obsession. I may compile all of them into chronological order once everything is done. I just really wanted to write and post something. I just have too many WIP’s right now that I need to focus on.
Sorry I didn’t want to put the year of birth and the death year on Jason’s tombstone since I changed all their ages. I’ll deal with it on a different day.
They aren’t exact ages. This is just a world that I made using these characters because I can. In this story, Jason has ‘died’ at 21 and you and peter are visiting his grave a year later. The three of you are 22
This Peter Parker is more based off of the Playstation 4 Spiderman game.
Sorry if it's a little out of character, this is just based on my knowledge that Tumblr has given me.
Also! Thank you for all your likes and reblogs! It really helps my self-esteem in continuing to write and share this story! <3
Enjoy!
After you had decided to leave Gotham, you immediately made the preparations to go back home with your mom. You told Selina and Bruce and as much as they’d miss having you around they understood your choice.
“About your suit.” Bruce brought up.
You shake your head no. You hadn’t even thought about taking it with you. “I don’t need it where I’m going.”
He nods. “You will always have a place here,” Bruce reassured.
“I’m going to miss you, KitKat.” Selina hugged you.
Gotham was about three hours away from home by train. You just knew you didn’t want to come back for a long time.
As for the rest of your ‘family,' they had some choice words for you and refused to let you leave. Damian threw a tantrum and ignored you for a few hours before coming to terms and quietly hanging around you, as Damien does. Cass, Steph, and Babs forced a sleepover with you every night. You went out to eat at your must-have locations with Duke and Tim, rotating with the others. Dick went around with you from place to place, to not only keep an eye on you but so you wouldn’t be alone. Occasionally, trading places with Roy when Dick had to go to work. You knew they were babysitting, but enjoyed your time with each of them anyway. Eventually, everyone came to terms with you leaving and reluctantly supported your decision.
Today was your last day in Gotham. Peter came down from New York to help you pack the finishing touches and spend your last day in Gotham. He had the weekend off and was going to go to your hometown with you. You were going to show him around and introduce him to your mom. After packing your belongings and moving the boxes from your room to the main entrance hall, you went through your list to make sure you didn’t forget anything.
“There’s only one thing left.”
“What’s up?”
You pause and fidget with your fingers before you take a deep breath to respond.
“I want to visit Jason’s grave.”
Peter nods. “When do you want to go?”
You shrug. “Today’s the only day I have. I don’t know when I’ll be in Gotham again. I just know I have to go and I don’t think I can go alone…I haven’t been there since…” your voice trails off. “Is that weird? Asking you to go with me to my dead boyfriend’s grave? It’s a little weird. You can say no.”
Peter lets out a light chuckle and gently grabs your arms to stop you from rambling, “No, it’s not weird. I’m more than happy to go with you.”
You place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Peter.”
You two take a car to the flower shop, buying some of –your favorite flowers-, for Jason’s grave. Next was a train ride to the city suburb, finally following a short walk to the church graveyard. This was where Bruce’s parents are buried, along with Jason. It was all a very somber experience.
The day of Jason’s funeral was not the kind of weather you felt. It was a sunny day in Gotham. Light breeze, mid to lower 80’s, it was good weather. Abnormal for Gotham and abnormal for a funeral.
You hung your head low and cried the entire time at the funeral. Damien held your hand and Cass rested her head on your shoulder. You tried to be strong, but you were shaking. From sadness and anger. It wasn’t fair.
When the funeral ended, you went for a walk through the flower garden and Dick joined you.
When you two were far enough away from any people and crowds. You started bawling like a baby. Dick held you and you cried into his jacket.
“It’s okay.” He reassured.
“No!” you snapped up, “I hate the weather.”
Dick tilts his head slightly confused.
“It’s not fair! It rains any other godforsaken day in Gotham but when it’s Jason’s funeral and I’m sad! And I think the world should be sad! But it’s fucking sunny.” You try wiping away your tears that keep coming. “It’s stupid and it’s not fair!”
Dick nods giving you another hug. “You’re right, it’s not fair.”
“The sun is dumb and this is dumb and Jason should be alive.”
Dick caresses your head as he rocks you back and forth.
“And it’s all my fault!” you sob into Dick’s coat hugging him tightly.
“Y/n.” Dick grabs your shoulders to have you look at him. “It’s not your fault. What happened to Jay is not your fault.”
You hiccup between your sobs. “If I didn’t stop him from being on time, he would’ve been with you.”
Dick pulls you in for another hug. “Shhh.”
“Y/n?”
You came back from your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s voice. You two stood outside of the graveyard gates. You look at Peter, tears in your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize wiping your tears away. “I’m sad.”
He smiles and squeezes your hand, “That’s okay. You’re allowed to be sad.”
You sniffle, holding your tears back, return his hand squeeze, and take a deep breath.
“How long has it been?”
“Its been a little over a year,” You pause, “I still miss him.” You realize what you said. You look at Peter expecting to see some sort of reaction that you had told him you still miss your dead ex. He didn’t have one. He just watched you lovingly and listened contently. “I’m sorry, that was weird.” You hang your head trying to hide your face.
“Y/n.” He steps in front of you and tilts your face up to look at him. Gently he caresses your cheek. You stare into his brown eyes, the warmest brown that glowed like warm honey on a summer’s day. And with the sun shining in eyes, they glowed even more. So warm and kind it’s been a while since you felt like this and you felt a smile grow on your lips. He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m here to support you. You can miss Jason all you want. I don’t it’s weird. I don’t expect you to just replace him with me either. This is normal. What you’re feeling is normal. You don’t need to apologize for missing someone you love.”
You two share a hug. “Thank you, Peter.”
He places a kiss on the top of your head. “Let's go in.”
You lead him towards the flower field in the graveyard. You stop a few feet away, being able to read his gravestone in the distance.
Jason Peter Todd
Son Brother
“You okay?” Peter asks.
“Yeah.” You two continue forward, stepping up to the gravestone. You crouch down in front of his tombstone wiping off the debris that was collecting on it from the year, but other than that it was in good shape.
“Hi Jaybird.” You greet the grave like an old friend. “Sorry, it’s been so long. This is Peter.” You put the flowers down next to the grave, “He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about. He came out with me because,” You pause to collect your thoughts and find your words. “Because I wasn’t sure I could come out here by myself. I still feel bad and I still feel like this is all my fault.”
Peter puts a hand on your shoulder giving you a small squeeze.
You touch Peter’s hang before continuing. “I’m working through it though. I’ve been seeing a counselor, keeping a journal, talking to family and friends.” You pause and smile at the grave. It felt therapeutic. “I wanted to say good-bye before I left Gotham. I….” You pause feeling Peter’s eyes on you and your mouth gets dry, “miss you.” You turn to face Peter. “This is weird isn’t it?”
“No.” Peter responds crouching next to you, “He was your best friend and first love. Of course, you’d miss him.”
You put on a smile. “I feel like you two would get along in another life. You guys have a lot of the same interests.” You stop again, “Oh, that felt weird.” You cringe.
Peter puts a hand on your knee to reassure you, “It’s not weird. I’m flattered. I heard great things about him.” You smile at him, no matter what you did, and said, Peter, is nothing but supportive of you. This is was what you loved about Peter, always so positive. That and so much more. This entire process was hard, but with Peter by your side supporting you, it made you feel less alone.
“I’d like to think that the night on the balcony, when we met, Jason guided you into my life.”
“Yeah?”
“Is this getting too weird for you yet? Me talking about my dead boyfriend who I’m clearly not over?”
Peter rolls his eyes at you and smiles at you. “Stop it, y/n. No, I don’t think it’s weird. I think it’s normal and I want you to know that I’m here for you through everything. I know you care about me and I know Jason will always have a place in your heart. I don’t want to take his place, I just want to make you happy.” He kisses your forehead. “We both just want you to be happy.”
You lean against Peter with a lighthearted smile.
“Now quit asking me if it’s weird. Cause I think you’re weird.” He playfully bumps into you causing you to lose your balance, but he catches you before you can fall over. “But that’s why I like you.”
You chuckle and lean into him, “I like you too.” You say while he puts his arm around you. “Thank you, Peter, for everything.”
He nods. “Thank you for introducing us.” He faces Jason’s grave, “I promise I’ll take care of her.”
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Emily Choi
College Au
“If I have to hear another Mariah Carey song I will lose my mind,” Daniel deadpanned emotionlessly sliding two hot chocolates towards Emily and Eunmi. Eunmi hummed in agreement stirring her hot chocolate around. Emily frowned she was hoping that Daniel might have stopped hating Christmas so much this year.
“At least it’s not carolers,” Emily said optimistically, hoping some of her good cheer will rub off onto him. Daniel face scrunched up in disgust pretty much spitting out the words carolers.
“Nah he already scared all of them away,” M spoke as he passed by. “Regular little grinch that one is,” he said, tilting his head towards Daniel who growled in response.
“They are lucky could walk out of here,” Daniel muttered. “Remind me again why I cannot kill the carolers?” He asked in a sing-song voice.
“We will lose money”
“You look like if you got punched once you’d run away crying”
“Because it’s illegal”
“None of those seem like legitimate reasons and screw you Eunmi I could totally kill someone,” Daniel huffed sound a little too offended about someone not thinking he was a murderer. “And I am taking my break now,” he said dragging an empty chair from a nearby table over to Emily’s table.
“Hi, Daniel why don’t you join us,” Eunmi said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Emily giggled as Daniel poked his tongue at her. “Really mature Choi,” Mini muttered. “How is he still employed?” she said turning to M, “Like he can’t make coffee, is rude to customers and has turned your storage room into the red light district,” she listed as Daniel let an affronted huff.
“I am not that bad!” Daniel said in response, “At least i didn’t put mistletoe up everywhere turning the cafe into some overly cheery kissing booth, unlike some people,” he huffed, eyes narrowed at M. Emily patted his shoulder in support.
“Hey that was Sungjae thank you very much,” M said, “Not my fault he is looking for excuses to kiss his girlfriend,” he added putting the blame fully on his best friend.
“Oh yeah like you don’t want to get the blonde 7 under one those sticks,” Daniel said rolling his eyes. “God if you people want to kiss someone just kiss them,” he said. M shook his head walking away. Emily pouted, silently hoping M got his girl because he was a sweetheart and deserved some love.
“You can tell he has been hanging around his frat boy too much because apparently consent isn’t a thing anymore,” Eunmi said rolling her eyes and taking a sip off her chocolate.
“Honestly out of everyone you picked her to be your best friend, why?” Daniel said scrunching his nose up. “Her presence is annoying me so much I’d rather get back to work,” he huffed but made no move to get back to work. “Should have figured a 5 would be like that,” he said haughtily earning a nudge from Emily.
“Don’t be rude Daniel, Mimi is easily an 8,” Emily sending finger hearts to her best friend who was pretending she was embarrassed by it but she still was smiling widely.
“You are too nice to lesser numbers love,” Daniel said shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You shouldn’t give them too much hope,” he added. Emily rolled her eyes sometimes (all the time) Daniel could be a real asshole.
“Oh yeah, and what is Em in your eyes,” Eunmi asked. Emily frowned not at her friend's question, she was far too used to Daniel ranking people to his personal standards so whatever number he gave her wouldn’t matter, but at the fact, Daniel’s ‘boyfriend’ had shown up and was making his way over.
“Out of 10? An 11 clearly,” Daniel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Emily couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on her face, Daniel may be an asshole to everyone else but he was the sweetest pseudo big brother to her.
“Who is an 11?” Tyler Lee asked making his presence known causing everyone at their table to scowl. He leaned against Daniel’s chair resting his head on Daniel’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to Daniel’s cheek. Emily's nose scrunched up, she didn’t think she would ever get used to Daniel dating someone - (if that was what he was doing, she had heard very conflicting stories.) especially someone like Tyler who in Emily’s opinion was a little too arrogant for Daniel which was a very hard level of arrogant to reach all things considered.
“None of your business,” Daniel snapped, “And 8’s really shouldn’t eavesdrop,” he said eyes narrowing as he flicked at Tyler’s nose.
“An 8? Hilarious, you should consider becoming a comedian babe,” Tyler said rolling his eyes, “And are you ready to go?” he asked standing up, looking at his phone and frowning. “We need to get going before the rush happens? You know how i hate it when peasants think they can walk into high-end shops,” he said. Emily and Eunmi shared a look both shaking their heads, how did a person like that actually exist.
“Go? where?” Daniel asked twisting around in his chair a confused look on his face.
“Christmas shopping,” Tyler said with a grin. Emily chocked, happy she had yet to take a sip of her chocolate because if she had she was sure it would be covering Eunmi right now. Daniel doesn’t Christmas anything, especially not shop. The only time he had from Emily’s memories is the time she begged him to take when she was 11, and for that to happen she had to use fake tears and the promise to help him prank Jessica.
Daniel starred at Tyler before breaking out into laughter. “Oh you hot deluded fool, I don’t go Christmas shopping, why would even think that?” he said mockingly turn back around.
“Because you agreed rather enthusiastically when I asked, I have proof right here,” he said holding his phone up smirking at Daniel who once again turned around an annoyed look on his face.
“Proof? Show me then?” Daniel said raising an eyebrow. “ Because this all seems like bullshit if you ask me, i can’t even remember you asking me to go shopping with you let alone agreeing to it,” he ranted.
“You really want me to show you, even though there are children present,” he said gesturing to Emily and Eunmi.
“Fucking asshole,” Eunmi muttered under her breathe.
“Go ahead baby,” Daniel deadpanned. Emily wished he hadn’t because a few seconds the cafe was filled with the record noises of Daniel moaning. She was glad that only Daniel could see the visuals because she was pretty sure she couldn’t handle bleaching her brain and her eyes.
“You dick,” Daniel said turning the video off and locking Tyler’s phone. “Excuse us,” he said to Emily and Eunmi as he stood up and pushed Tyler away. Emily frowned watching as they went behind the counter and into the storage closest, hearing M shout out that they couldn’t go in there it was out of order.
“Frat boys are disgusting,” Eunmi said after a second, “ I never thought i would say this but even Daniel deserves better than that,” she said.
“Trust me they deserve each other,” M said coming over to them. “I can’t be near that closest when they are in there, my ears can’t take anymore,” he said shaking his head. “So do you mind if i join you two, they are going to be in there a while trust me,” he said.
“Isn’t Daniel just telling him off?” Emily asked.
“Oh you sweet girl,” M said shaking his head. “I hate that i have to do this but trust me a telling off isn’t what is happening, apparently arguing is an aphrodisiac for those two,” he said nose scrunching up. Emily's face scrunched up as well. That was gross, there were other people here.
“M would you be able to put my hot chocolate in a to-go cup because i am pretty sure i am gonna have to do a runner after this,” Emily said standing up. “I’ll put an end to this once and for all,” she said dramatically, eyes narrowed. “Or at least for today,” she added after a moment. “Excuse me,” she said stomping over to the godforsaken storage cupboard. Too absorbed in her mission she didn’t notice a group of boys walking into the cafe and sitting at a table nearby.
Emily knocked against the door with as forcefully she could. She smirked when heard a bang followed by Tyler cursing. “Don’t stop on my behalf,” she said. “I was just letting Daniel Mimi and I are leaving,” Emily called out.
“Okay bye love you see tomorrow,” she heard Daniel call out between pants. Emily’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. They couldn’t even stop for a second.
“Aaaand,” she drawled out. “To say you really inspired me, Daniel, thanks to your relationship I’ve decided to find a frat boy of my own to hook up with and scar poor innocent barista with, so what frat would you recommend looking at first?” She asked sounding fat too innocently for the subject matter.
“You don’t have to look, my friend right here volunteers,” A boy called out causing Emily to spin around on the spot. Her eyes widened as she noticed her audience had grown from Eunmi, M and several seemingly uninterested customers to all of those plus a group of first-year frat pledges apparently. Her jaw dropped and her cheeks heated up, well that wasn’t what she expected. “Seriously Luc-“ a second boy stopped mid-sentence as the third boy judged him before slipping down in his chair trying to hide. Emily’s shock turned into horror when she recognised the third boy. It was Lucas aka the cute basketball boy with the nice arms she met on her tour of the campus.
This was just her luck. Was god really cruel enough to punish her for cockblocking Daniel and Tyler?
“She isn’t looking for any boy,” Daniel sneered appearing behind significantly more dishevelled, glaring at the group.
M who Emily assumed had who grown accustomed to dealing with Daniel when he was in this mood. Raced over handing Emily her hot chocolate. “Right here you go,” before turning. “Don’t you have Christmas shopping to go get ready for,” he said side-eyeing Daniel’s who face completely fell at the prospect a muttered stupid hot boyfriend escaping his lips.
M mouthed go to her while Daniel wasn’t looking and Emily didn’t waste time racing for the door Eunmi wasn’t far behind her.
“Did you grab my bag,” Emily asked looking at Eunmi who sheepishly looked to the ground as she shook her head. “Damn it, can you go in and get it?” Emily asked trying to use those puppy eyes she has heard Sungjae talk about. Any normal day she would have left it knowing Daniel would return it or M would keep it stored somewhere safe but she had a group study session and film studies essay due by the end of the day.
“No way I am not going in there now it’s overrun with frat boys, you know that isn’t good for my general health,” she said as Emily’s eyes narrowed at her friend's silly excuse. “And seriously Em puppy eyes I am a cat person,” she added.
“I can’t go back in there,” Emily snapped.
“Scissors, Paper, Rock it then?” Eunmi offered holding out her hand. Emily sighed holding her free hand out in agreement.
“Scissors! Paper! Rock!” They both said at the same time. Emily looked down at their hands pouting as she saw Eunmi held scissors out defeating her paper. Honestly, what had she done to deserve this?
“Good luck,” Eunmi said parting Emily on the back.
Emily shrugged her off, turning to glare at her one last time before walking back into the coffee shop. She didn’t get past the door when she collided into someone spilling her chocolate all over them.
“Oh my god I am so sorry, I was just in a rus-“ she stopped mid-sentence seeing Lucas staring down at her. She clearly could never show her face around here again. She was suddenly so thankful she wore her down today so she could use it has a curtain to hide her face. He didn’t need to see that she was bright red or how she was trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes. Honestly, how many times could she embarrass herself in front of her crush on one day?
“It’s okay, I was actually looking for you, Emily right?” he asked. Emily was embarrassed but not enough to stop her from speeding up when he said her name. “I think this belongs to you,” he said holding out her backpack.
“Yes, thank y-“ she was cut off by Lucas’s friends from earlier, one was wolf-whistling while the other was singing obnoxiously singing Justin Bieber’s mistletoe.
No no no, Emily thought as she looked up above her only to find mistletoe hanging down taunting her. The friend the was whistling now had stopped and instead was chanting kiss her, kiss her.
“Get away from my cousin if you want to live,” she heard Daniel growl from behind the boys. Oh, could this get any worse?
“Babe calm down it is just a kiss let the kids have their fun,” she heard Tyler reply back. Why was he even here and commenting didn’t have a sister’s love life he could be ruining instead of hers.
“Not everyone’s younger sibling wants to sleep with some disgusting frat boy but I know you can’t relate to that hun because Ta-“ Daniel said in a fake sweet tone.
“Don’t finish that sentence” Tyler growled. “And besides that Emily pretty much said she wanted to hook up with one so -“ Tyler trailed off.
Emily started to back away hoping Daniel and Tyler’s argument was distracting enough that no one would notice her leave.
“She was just saying that she is a virgin for fuck sakes you think any girl would want to lose their vcard to the likes of you lot,” Daniel said.
“Oh my god why,” Emily whined as the attention fell back on her. Throwing trying to be stealth away she instead bolted away from the shop, feeling more embarrassed than she ever thought possible.
“I am still mad at you,” Emily pouted, eyes flickering from her notebook to Eunmi as she sat down across from her.
Emily had spent the last three hours hiding working in the library. Away from the majority of the world considering most people were in holiday mode.
“I know I am sorry,” Eunmi said, “I should have gone into the cafe for you or just grabbed your backpack in the first place since I know about your misplaced crush on Lionel,” Eunmi said. Emily looked up again raising an eyebrow at her. “Fine, Lucas,” Eunmi spat out. Emily whimpered at the name a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over her.
“If it helps I told Jessica that Daniel embarrassed you -“ Eunmi said stoping as Emily let out another whine. “Don’t worry I didn’t tell her the details but she said she will kick his ass for you or at the very least lock him out of their dorm- maybe both,” Eunmi shrugged. Emily smiled at the thought of her sister beating Daniel up, he deserved it.
“And I made you cupcakes, there are twelve of your favourites and six for Jessica and even some for Daniel,” she said placing a large Christmas gift bag in front of Emily. Peaking in the bag there was a large plastic container filled with cupcakes.
“Why would you make Daniel some?” Emily asked raising an eyebrow and closing her notebook.
“Well, his cupcakes are the ones that are particularly festive and well in an attempt to fatten him up since he deserves it,” Eunmi said with a wicked smile.
“You know he won’t eat them right? He’d probably just give to Tyler or Joshua, probably Tyler since he and Josh are no longer talking,” Emily said. “But props to you for having perhaps the most wholesome way of being evil I have ever seen,” she said causing Eunmi to grin.
“So how was the group project study session thing?” Eunmi asked causing Emily to groan again. She hated group projects with a burning passion. Why teachers thought they were a good thing was beyond her? Did they not realise how stressful they were for Em, her grade that she has worked so hard to maintain could be ruined because some idiots didn’t put any effort in. “That bad huh?” Eunmi frowned.
“Only Marcus showed up and he is a nice guy but really” Emily trailed she was a strong believer that if you had nothing nice to then don’t say it.
“Weird? Creepy?” Eunmi offered, shaking her head at the thought of him.
“No that’s mean, he is just unique,” Emily said sheepishly.
“Which is code for hella weird,” Eunmi smirked. “So the rest of the group just didn’t show up? Did they at least give you an excuse?” she asked. Emily shook her head, they didn’t even bother to let her know they weren’t going to show up.
It was just her day, one of those days that reminds you that the human race was inherently selfish and deeply flawed. Even the most positive people had moments of wishing that those people suffered in the worst ways. Not that she was thinking like that, no way not even when heard one of their groups had ditched them to, in Marcus words hook up with someone.
“Damn,” Eunmi whistled. “I can stay with you while you work on your essay if you want, a little company never hurt,” she offered. Emily smiled at her weekly, Eunmi’s company would hurt, she loved her best friend she really did but she was a chatterbox. Especially now that she wanted to make Emily feel better. Plus Emily already knew she had something planned, a party for her track team friends.
“Mimi we both know you have plans and by the looks of it you spent the afternoon baking just to cheer me up,” Emily said a small smile on her face. “You should go to your Christmas party, I will be fine,” she added. Eunmi frowned opening her mouth to speak but getting stopped by Emily, “Eunmi Kim i swear if you don’t go i will still Ghibli movie collection and give them to… Tyler,” she said, that was the worst person she could think of on such short notice.
“Ew, fine, not because of your threat but because i deserve a night out awkwardly watching and judging my team members,” she said. “I mean have a totally awesome fun time,” Eunmi said noticing the ways Emily’s brows furrowed. “But you will call me if you need me right? And head home before it gets too late, i know you think the boys on campus are harmless but -” she trailed off.
“I will,” Emily said with a mock salute. “Now leave me to finish this essay before I lose my mind,” she said. Eunmi sighed turning away from Emily walking slower than normal. Emily smiled at her, cheekily waving as Eunmi turned to check one last time.
Once Eunmi was out of the library Emily turned back to her work, she would finish this essay and hopefully get top marks for it and then spend the rest of her life hiding out in her dorm or maybe becoming a nun she hadn’t decided yet.
Lost in her work Emily didn’t realize how much time had passed until she had finished. Looking up she looked out the window to see it was already dark. She looked to her computer seeing it was around 8.30, where had the time gone. She quickly packed her things grabbing her backpack and the Christmas bag full of cupcakes and grabbing all the books she had to put away before she left and balancing them with one hand.
She walked down the library, putting back in their places. She froze when she heard what sound like a snore, twirling around looking around the library she spotted a lone figure about three tables away from where she was. She tried not to laugh at this person who was fast asleep on the table. She was about to move on from the person until she noticed a hot chocolate stained jacket on the chair beside him.
Why him of all people?
Emily moved carefully trying not to draw attention to herself as walked down putting books back on the shelf. Glancing back at Lucas every now and then, just to make sure he hadn’t woken up not because she thought he looked cute asleep.
Maybe she could leave him a cupcake to say sorry for the hot chocolate. That wouldn’t hurt anyone, she had plenty of cupcakes and it was a small way to apologize without actually ever having to interact with him again. A win-win for everyone.
Emily walked over to him placing a cupcake on the table beside him. She frowned, she should probably leave a note or something just so that he knows it is an apology and not just a random cupcake appearing out of nowhere. She frowned looking around the table grabbing his pen and ripping a piece of his notebook to write her message. She wished she hadn’t packed all her things away she could have left him her message on a cute piece paper or post-it note.
“Is that your number?” A voice asked causing Emily to jump, dropping the pen against the table with a thud.
“What the hell?” she said clutching her chest to see Lucas watching her with his head resting against his hands, a sleepy smile on his face.
“It was an apology,” she muttered looking down, “for the hot chocolate,” she said gesturing to his jacket on the chair
“And the cupcake?” he asked reaching out. “Did you bake for me?” he asked if Emily didn’t not better he sound almost hopeful.
“Part of the apology and no my friend made them, I can’t cook, well i can sort but only those cake mixes out of the box but she is like a baking goddess,” she rambled, flushing at the fact Lucas was still staring at her.
“Well thank you,” he said. “I need something to help me get through this,” he said gesturing to his textbook. Emily frowned eyeing it curiously. Forensic Science and Technology. “I thought the sciences were finished for the year,” she said covering her mouth as she said it aloud.
Lucas nodded as he devoured the cupcake only stopping quickly to throw off the wrapping. “They have but i am an idiot so I have to do this makeup assignment to stay in the class or well the university i guess,” he said after he had finished.
“You aren’t an idiot,” Emily said softly.
Lucas smiled brightly at that before tilting his head seemingly thinking about something. “You know my jacket cost a couple hundred dollars,” he said causing Emily to frown.
“Wait really?” Emily said in shock, looking at the jacket with an eyebrow raised. It looked like a hoodie, just a normal hoodie. Certainly not something that cost a hundred dollars.
“Yup and the cupcake was a good starting point but i was thinking you could help me, you are a smart right?” he said. “I mean you look intelligent,” he said as Emily looked on waiting for him to get his point. He wasn’t going to ask her to do his assignment, she knew nothing about forensic science except what she saw on Law and Order. “You have that study blog thing where you post your notes looking all pretty right?” he asked.
Emily should have left when she had the chance now she had to live with the fact her crush knows she runs a study blog. “How did you even find that out?” she asked, her name wasn’t on the account and she didn’t even use her normal email.
“That’s for me to know,” Lucas said with a grin. “Could you help me? Like if my notes looked as good as yours, I am sure I would pass more classes,” he said “You could tutor me!” he added excitedly.
“I mean maybe that would help but this is probably wrong of me to say and definitely none of my business but have you ever thought of maybe not being on both the football and basketball team?” she said timidly.
“I know but i don't want to let anyone down you know?” Lucas said pouting. Emily wanted to swoon at how cute he looked.
“I am sure you wouldn’t, they would understand,” she said softly. Lucas shrugged not agreeing or disagreeing with her. “I guess I can help you out since I do owe you but i am not sure i will be much of a tutor,” she muttered but Lucas must have her heard her because his whole demeanour changed.
“Really?”He said excitedly and loud enough for it to echo.
“But can we start another time, my roommate starts to panic if i am out too late, she says she can’t trust people on this campus and -” she trailed off. This time she was embarrassing herself, why would she mention that to him? He probably thinks she is some little girl who is afraid of the dark and can’t do anything by herself.
“She is right especially that weirdo Marcus, why were you hanging out with him anyway?” Lucas said shaking his head. Emily brows furrowed how did he? How long had he been here? She didn’t get to ask because he started packing his things. “Right just give me a second and we can go,” he said to her.
“Go where?” she asked dumbly.
“To your dorm? I am gonna walk you home to make sure you get there safe, it's the least i can do since you agreed to help me out plus we can figure out when can meet up on the way,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh you don’t have to leave because of me,” Emily said.
“I am not well i am but i have basketball practice in -” he paused looking at his watch “Half an hour,” he said with a grin. “So the walk would be a good warm-up,” he said bouncing on the spot.
“My dorm and the gym are on opposite sides of the campus,” Emily pointed out. “You really don’t have to go out of your way,” she said. She would hate to be the reason he was late to practice.
“I know i want to,” he said with a grin, “Plus if i am late it gives the other guys a chance to shine,” he laughed a cocky grin on his face. “Here,” he said handing Emily his hundred dollar hoodie.
“Oh, do you want me to wash it?” Emily asked looking down at the hoodie.
“No it's freezing out there and your cardigan doesn’t look that warm so -,” he trailed off scratching the back of his neck. ���You should keep warm,” he said.
“You want me to wear this?” Emily squeaked. Lucas nodded in response causing Emily’s face to heat up. “Uh, i -” she started but stopped noticing the look on Lucas’s face it was different from any other look she had seen before. “Thanks?” she offered before pulling the hoodie on.
“Perfect let's go,” Lucas said grabbing her hand, Emily froze once again. They were apparently at the stage where they could hold hands. This morning they were strangers and now they were friends? Acquaintances that held hands and shared stained hoodies. Was that a thing?
“So which is your dorm?” Lucas asked once they got outside.
“I’ll lead the way,” Emily laughed dragging him in the opposite direction of where he was headed.
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I'm lowkey done with everyone's shit
Ok so this sounds like rly generic bUt hear me out.
Alright this rly doesn't need too much explaining but idk here's a little story.
Basically on Friday my entire fucking class was just being their usual shitheaded selves but for some reason either I was rly noticing it today or they were being extra fucking stupid. So anyways I was just rly mad bc of that, and then to make my day worse my friend turns to me and says "[my name], ur no longer my favorite" (long story short there was this whole thing (that's way to complicated to explain) abt me being allegedly his favorite in our 11-person friend group). And for some reason that was just like the little cherry on top of the bullshit of the day and I just got so fucking pissed even though it was such a 2nd grade thing to happen. Idk. I just feel like it's so much harder to find ppl that I can genuinely like at least 80% of the time. I only know like 4 other ppl who rnt complete fuckfaces and one of them is my sister who's still a fulcing retard.
Like wtf did I miss smth in the How to Act in Society handbook or am I just overly mature???? Why is it that literally everyone else in my fucking age group r complete shitheads? I mean yeah memes can be funny and so can other internet shit but like???? Does everything have to be overdone????? Is everyone required to play videogames?????? If ur a female who's not a meme lord do u have to spend all ur time taking stupid selfies and DIYing ur bedroom? R all guys supposed think that they're the funniest things on the planet????? Am I supposed to find repetitive meaningless jokes funny????? Are my teachers supposed to fucking bully me????? Am I not fucking friend material or is everyone just seriously brainless?????
And then we run into the problem that most adults (ahemmyshitheadsforparentsahem) seem to think my messy room and not perfect hair and faltering grades r all results of "laziness." It's like they forget that the reason I go to therapy once a week every week is for anxiety, depression, OCD and ADHD. Gee, I wonder why.
Ugh this is the 3rd fucking time I'm trying to edit this post but even tumblr is being a little bitch. It's taking way too long to retype but to give u the gist of it, I'm so sick and tired of crying over and freaking out/having mental breakdowns abt, for time's sake, society. Just. Ugh. If anyone else is the mid-gen Z group (middle ages r 13-16 ish), a fellow female or not, idgaf, if u feel this way, plz tell me so ik that at least sOME ppl don't have hardened cement for brains. I'm fucking d o n e with this world. I'm so tried rn, I'm gonna end on this note:
If ik u I probably fucking hate u.
With a seething passion.
If there r any typos figure them out.
Sry for this somewhat emo rant. The other 2 versions where a little more emo but wtvr.
#i fucking hate life#kill me#now#fuck you#fuck tumblr#fuck the world#handle the typos#bye i hate this godforsaken world
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Protecting You
Warnings: Angst, character deaths, some violence.
Words: 1787
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
A/N: This is the sequel to Don’t Ever Ask Me That. I do apologize for it being angsty as hell but it does follow canon. So I do apologize in advance for ripping hearts out. Enjoy guys. I might write a sequel to this guys, but I’m not sure... it depends on the well likeness of this one.
You hadn’t expected that there was another world on the other side of the rift that the child that Kelly was carrying inside of her would lead to a world where you didn’t exist… well your entire family. The apocalypse was real on that side of the rift and it scared you and that needed to be closed.
Castiel looked at you and your brothers. He saw the paleness in your faces. “Are you alright?”
“No, Cas. Pretty far from alright. I mean, we've got Lucifer on this side, we've got Mad Max World on that side. I mean, yeah, we've been down before, but this? I-I mean, I don't even know where to start.”
Crowley suddenly appeared in the yard next to them.
“Oh, come on!” Dean said throwing a hissy fit seeing Crowley there.
You shook your head as you crossed your arms.
“Hello, boys and kitten. Again.”
“Wait a second, how the hell did you –” Sam began.
“Did you really think that the knife was going to hold him there for long?” You questioned as you let out a soft sigh. You thought that your brothers were smarter than this. You knew that the king of Hell would have figured out a way to get out of the situation that he was in.
Crowley held up his bloody bandaged hand, revealing that you were telling the truth. “I improvised. Lucky I did. Turns out I'm the answer to all your problems.”
“Told you.” You said shaking your head.
~~~~~~
Dean readied their weapons and handed Sam his gun. “You ready?”
“Nope. When has that ever stopped us?” Sam questioned as he looked at his brother. He then looked at you.
“Yeah. You know, Cas has faith in this kid.”
“Mm.”
“I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas, Y/N. And Crowley. Sometimes.”
“Mm.”
“This is gonna work. It has to.”
You looked at Dean as you got your gun ready. “It’s going to Dean.” You said as you slipped your gun into the waistband of your jeans. “Our plans never have gone wrong yet… why wouldn’t they now?”
~~~~~~~~~
You stood outside with your brothers in front of Lucifer. You held your breath in hopes that he wouldn’t sense that you were scared of him.
“Well... this is a fun surprise. I gotta hand it to you guys. You never give up, even when you should. Even when it would be so stupid not to.”
“Look, whatever you're planning on doing, Chuck...God will stop you, just like he did last time.” Sam said hoping that he was right.
“You're right. What should I do? Oh, God! Don't strike me dead! Come on, Sam. You sound like a virgin in Jesus camp. "We can't. God is watching." No. Chuck "walked." He's gone.” Lucifer said narrowing his eyes at Sam.
“So you're just gonna smash his toys?” You said crossing your arms looking at Lucifer.
“Exactly. 'Cause everytime I look at this sad trash fire of a world, you know what I keep thinking? I could do so much better.”
“So Apocalypse, take two. That's your plan?” Dean questioned hoping that wasn’t going to be the case because they could not deal with another apocalypse. Not this time around because the two of you had lost Sam the last time that had happened.
“When in doubt, go with the classics. That's what I always say. Well, boys and girl, enough with the foreplay. Let's do this.”
“See you on the other side, boys and sis.”
Cas charged at Lucifer with his angel blade, but Lucifer batted him aside with ease and Cas doesn't get up.
“Well, that worked.” Lucifer said rolling his shoulders before looking back at the three of you.
You, Sam and Dean look at Cas, then each other, then take off running around toward the back of the house.
“Mature. Real mature! You guys? I really want to enjoy this. Really wanna savor just ripping you apart, gettin' all up in there, and gettin' all gooey. But, you know, little slugger's almost here and, uh... Well, I'm on the clock.”
You ran to the rift with your brothers and stood next to it. Dean reached out and the three of you disappeared through it.
Soon after Lucifer joined the three of you. “Mm. Nice.” Lucifer said looking around at the sight that was around him.
“You wanted the Apocalypse? You got it.” Sam said.
“Sammy. Hey.”
“Where's your big bro and your darling little sister?”
“Right here.” Dean pointed Bobby's angel killing gun at Lucifer.
“Ooh. Sweet toy.”
“Yeah, I got it off an old– new pal of mine. See, we have this bet, see if it works against an archangel. So... say hello to my little friend.” Dean opened fire on Lucifer.
Sam took off to join you. You had been busy working with Crowley behind a rock working on a spell.
Crowley looked at Sam. “Took you long enough.”
“Not now, Crowley. Come on.”
“Yeah, baby! Come on!” Dean yelled.
You rolled your eyes. “Sounds like he’s really enjoying himself there.”
“Only Dean would.” Sam said looking up at you.
“We do this ritual, we seal that rift, and we lock the Devil in this godforsaken place. That's the plan, remember? Two birds, one spell.” Crowley said looking at the two of you.
“Right, right. Just hurry.” Sam said looking at Crowley before peaking over the rock seeing Lucifer advancing on Dean and grabbing him and beating on him. Sam crouched back down.
“Uh, Dead Sea brine, uh, mercury, lamb's blood, holy oil. Here we go.” You said softly as you helped Crowley with the spell some more.
“That's the last of it. That's everything.” Sam said looking at Crowley.
“No, it's not.” Crowley said looking at the two of you.
“What?” The two of you said in surprise.
“If we wanna seal that rip, we need one more minor ingredient.”
“What?” Sam questioned wanting to know what the final ingredient was.
“A life.”
Crowley flung Lucifer away from Dean. “Surprise.”
“Crowley!” Lucifer yelled.
You and Sam rushed to your elder brother and helped him up and pulled him over to the rift.
“You sneaky little... So I guess I get to kill you twice, huh, Crowley?”
“I doubt it.”
“Oh, no, no. You had your chance. You could've put me back in the Cage, but... you had to make it personal, didn't you?”
Sam Dean, and you stop by the rift and watch Crowley and Lucifer with wide eyes. You were hoping that Crowley wasn’t going to do anything stupid. You were hoping that he was going to come back with you.
“You're right. It is personal. You humiliated me. I... I hate you. Deeply. Truly. I'm gonna enjoy wiping that smug, self-satisfied look off your face. Personally.”
“You mean...this one?” Lucifer said with a smile pointing at his face.
Crowley let his angel blade drop into his hand.
“Come on, Crowley. You know whatever you try, you're gonna lose.”
“You're right.” He turned his head to the three of you. “Bye, boys and kitten.” Crowley stabbed himself with his angel blade, and fell to the ground, dead.
The three of you watched stunned that Crowley gave his own life and then suddenly Cas barged through the rift and pushed past them.
“Cas?” You said in shock trying to move.
Dean grabbed you as well as Sam.
“No, come on. Come on!”
“Cas! Cas! Cas!” Dean yelled.
“No, no, no, no, no, no! We gotta go! We gotta go!” Sam yelled at the two of you.
Sam dragged the two of you through the portal back to your world.
~~~~~~~
The three of you got to your feet as you got to your feet. You looked at the rift with wide eyes as it slowly began to fade.
Cas came back through it.
“Cas.” Sam said with a breath of relief.
Suddenly the rift flares behind him and an angel blade pierced his chest and a scream ripped from your throat.
“NO!” Dean yelled.
Cas fell to the ground revealing none other than Lucifer standing behind him with a bloody angel blade in his hands.
“That was fun. Seriously, guys, points for trying. Super impressed, but, uh... playtime's over.”
“Get away from them.” Mary said coming between her sons. You felt her brush past you lightly causing you to barely to look up.
“Mary, right? Yeah, I've heard about you.You, uh, are certainly living up to the hype. Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank you for everything. I owe ya, kid.”
Mary took a step towards Lucifer.
“Mom, Mom, Mom.” Sam said trying his best to stop his mom from going toe to toe with Lucifer. He knew that there was no way that their mother was going to win against the cold hearted devil. It was already bad enough to see their little sister on the ground looking so broken.
“I love you.” Mary said looking at Sam. She punched Lucifer in the face.
“Cute. Is that all you got, mama?”
Mary punched him again, and again, and he dropped the angel blade beside Cas's body. She continued punching him, each blow lighting up the red grace beneath his skin. She punched him back toward the rift, and as he's about to fall through, he grabs her arm and pulls her with him.
“Mom!” Dean yelled.
The rift flared bright and then was gone.
“Mom, Mom! No!”
Dean looked from the vanished rift over to Cas to you who were next to him who were holding his hand. “No! No. No, no, no, no, no.”
Sam turned his head to see a glowing flickering light inside the house and glanced at Cas and you, and then ran towards the house to check to see what was going on inside.
Dean slowly walked over to Cas’s body where you were and then dropped to his knees next to you. He looked at Cas and then to the sky then back to Cas then wrapped his arm around you pulling you towards him.
You let out a sob turning into your brother clutching onto his flannel tightly in your hands.
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that you weren’t taking it all that well knowing that Cas was killed all because he wanted to try and protect Lucifer’s kid. It wasn’t fair. You lost three people that day. You had lost Crowley, you lost Cas, and you lost Mary… and Mary was finally was starting to see you as a daughter. You were being accepted by her and that was something that Dean had wanted to see.
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sick books meme
tagged by @cafeleningrad thank you! <3 (doing this before I fall back into studying hell *flies away* cross your fingers for me tomorrow guys)
1. Diabetes - a very sweet book:
hmmm too bad that I usually watch saccharine movies but don’t look for it in books let me think, uuugh wtf I just realized most stuff I read can’t be classified as *sweet* but I’ll go with either hornby’s a long way down which is... well VERY LOVINGLY UPLIFTING for the subject matter, or steinbeck’s cannery row/sweet thursday combo which was the loveliest unlikely romance but not saccharine, lol. I have a feeling I like sweet stuff in fanfic more than published lit...
[more under the cut]
2. Chickenpox - a book that you read once and will not read again:
oh dear the solitude of prime numbers by paolo giordano. back when it came out people hailed it as OMG THE REBIRTH OF ITALIAN LIT and it won a shitload of prizes and is2g I never read a book with more insufferable, horribly built characters - everything was a stereotype, the only good idea about it was dragged horribly and forced-fit into the title metaphor, it wanted to be poetical but I just wanted everyone in that book to shut the fuck up already and seriously I don’t know how it even got published. blergh.
also: jane austen’s emma if we want to have more famous victims. I actually threw it against the wall for how much I was hating it, the main character, the style, everything about that damned book. blergh. sorry, the level of insufferable was beyond my limits. and we can also add anything by rousseau, interview with the vampire (I actually sold it because I hated it so much I didn’t want it around, what a horribly written cliché), little women (PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THAT BOOK I thought it was boring af when I was six) and the little prince (most overrated piece of lit ever I still don’t know what the hell’s so special about it).
3. Influenza - a contagious book that spreads like a virus:
harry potter obviously. which I never read and never will, but the comparison is very fitting to me rn xDDD
4. The Cycle - a book that you read every month, every year, or very often:
I reread all of the dark tower every couple of years though I stop at 1/3 of book seven lol. I’ve re-read maurice a few times and back in the day I re-read the body once per month forreal, now I’m just like, I have no time for re-reading xD
5. Insomnia - a book that kept you up all night:
The last one that kept me up until 3 AM was m. l. rio’s if we were villains (which IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED PLS BUY THE THING following the author on tumblr was one of the best things that ever came out of this godforsaken website), other historical ones were the return of the king (I’m not saying lotr because that was the only one out of the three that kept me up until then XD), the third dark tower book, I’m fairly sure I finished maurice at two am back in the day. idk if the three musketeers counts because I read it when italy won the world cup so I was reading it until four AM but outside there was so much noise I couldn’t have slept anyway xD aaand maybe I didn’t sleep also for a couple discworld books.
6. Amnesia - a book that’s been forgotten and failed to leave an impression on you:
pfff and how am I supposed to remember if I forgot it XD dunno man probably all the narrative for kids I read when I was seven or eight and that I proceeded to throw in the basement to make space for more interesting things
7. Asthma - a book that took your breath away:
I’m still reeling over the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay by michael chabon GUYS THAT BOOK IS THE MOST GORGEOUS THING IN EXISTENCE *CRIES* that said that counts for recent times but in not so recent times you can count dark tower 2-3-4 (that triad WAS THE END OF ME), the grapes of wrath (which is still Some Of The Best Stuff Ever Published Bye), obviously 1984 which is my favorite for a reason and we can probably count all the mccarthy I read because he always manages to fuck me up in the last ten pages. ah, and atwood’s oryx and crake ;_;
8. Malnutrition - a book that lacked food for thought:
look at 2. honestly, I’m still trying to figure out what the hell is up with the little prince. but honest a good portion of stuff I had to read for uni would qualify, but no one wants to know my teachers’ books which thankfully aren’t translated in any other language.
9. Motion Sickness - a book that took you on a journey through time and space:
WELL given the description I have to say faber’s the book of strange new things because it so fits the bill it’s not even funny, and I guess the grapes of wrath counts for this too, same as 80% of vonnegut’s production but I’ll go with slaughterhouse five because it fits the description most xD
aaand tagging @feanoriel @bluetheon @julesfelden @julesdrenages @pocket-elf @creepywarleggan and whoever else would like to XD
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The Assistant
Fandom: GOT7
Pairings: Choi Youngjae x Reader
Genres: Fluff, college AU
Rating: PG
Words: 3.3k
Summary: Are you going to the cute TA’s office hours because you’re failing zoology, or are you failing zoology because you’re too distracted from going to see the cute TA?
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A/N: Happy birthday, sunshine <3 I loved writing this - the iguana that my college kept in our department makes an appearance in the fic. As does the professor Y/N hates so much... lol I had a lot of fun reliving old college memories after this. This is my submission for CYJ fic fest 2017 :) Enjoy!
Photo cr. bona5010 - Please do not take without credit.
"All available graduate assistants: please report to the second floor immediately."
The intercom dinged as the department chair hung up the phone, ending his announcement. You turned to your friend, Sooyoung, with a smirk and quirked an eyebrow.
"Chubbs escaped again, eh?" she said. You folded over in laughter as seven different research and teaching assistants bolted out of their offices and laboratories, each one quickly making their way to the stairwell at the end of the hallway.
"I thought the zoology club was going to build a bigger cage for him," you said. "One with a working lock."
You fought the urge to sneak upstairs to watch the drama unfold as Chubbs the Iguana had escaped from his cage for the fourth time this week.
"You going to watch?" Sooyoung asked, knowing how much you loved to observe the chaos among the department staff as the nineteen-pound lizard marched through the hallway like he owned the place, new students ducking out of his way while the juniors and seniors watched intently.
"No, I've got to go to the third floor," you sulked.
"Office hours? Again?" she said.
You nodded and pointed your feet in the opposite direction to head toward the stairs. "I'll see you after theatre lecture, Sooyoung," you said as you walked away. Sooyoung nodded and waved, then turned around to take the opposite stairwell to spectate the show on the second floor.
The third floor of Spellman Hall is perhaps the most relaxing place to be, for a life science building. Some of the laboratory doors were open, and you could hear music resonating through the empty halls. You could distinguish the reggae above the rest as it echoed from the lab belonging to Dr. Jacques. You walked quickly, wanting to get away from any reminders of your nightmare of a professor.
At the opposite end of the hallway, you navigated around several twists and turns to make your way to the graduate assistant offices, and then stopped in front of the door labeled "Choi Youngjae."
"Y/N, are you sure you're going to your TA's office hours because you're failing zoology, or are you failing zoology because you keep going to your cute TA's office hours? Which is it? The chicken or the egg?" You remember Sooyoung badgering you one afternoon before class, to which you promptly replied with "the egg" because if there's one thing you've learned in that godforsaken zoology course, it's that the egg came before the chicken.
Softly, you rapped on the door underneath his nameplate.
"Come in!" he said. Without even seeing his face first, you knew he had that big ol' grin plastered on his face by the tone of his voice.
You pushed open the door and poked your head through. "Hey, it's me. Got a minute?" you asked, breathless from the mere sound his voice and his smile.
"Y/N! My favorite student," he laughed. "What's up?"
"I have some questions about our last exam," you said sheepishly. "I don't understand what I've done wrong."
You pulled out your exam - marked with a big fat "F" - and laid it on his desk to examine. He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and read for several minutes, flipping through the pages and making notes on some sticky notes. Your eyes scanned the wooden bookshelf behind him as you anxiously waited, making a note of the many pictures of a small, white Maltese dog and the stacks of textbooks he'd collected over his years as both an undergraduate and graduate student.
When he finished, he rolled his office chair to the other side of the desk, next to you with his left arm touching yours. "This problem right here - this is where you went wrong," he said. "This is a nine-part question, so you need to have the first answer correct to figure out the rest." His breath smelled like freshly baked sugar cookies - intoxicatingly sweet and tempting to just lean over and-
Your fantasies were dreadfully interrupted when a picture of Dr. Jacques' face flashed through your mind, with his green and yellow John Deer hat and the permanent scowl embedded in his features. You could even hear his gruff voice as you distinctly remembered his words from the first day of class. "It's 'Jakes,' not 'Zhock,' if you'll kindly learn to pronounce my name right. I'm not a famous French explorer."
Youngjae peered closely into your petrified face and waved a hand in front of your eyes. "Y/N? Hello?"
"Right! Yes. Sorry," you said and perked up in your seat, relieved the war flashbacks had ended but also embarrassed that you likely appeared to be completely uninterested in his explanations.
He frowned and pushed his glasses back up again, then took a red pen to your exam. "It'll be easier for you to take the next exam if you can keep the order of your classification hierarchies straight."
"Yes, I've been having a lot of trouble remembering how that goes," you admitted.
He was silent as he wrote the letters K, P, C, O, F, G, and S in a straight, vertical line on the side of the page. You watched him curiously out of the corner of your eyes as you took a sip out of the bottle of cola from your backpack as he filled in words next to each letter:
"King Phillip Cries Out For Great Sex"
The carbonation of the soft drink burned the back of your nasal passage as you choked and nearly sprayed soda through your nose. With great restraint, you were able to manage your coughing and took a few more sips to clear your throat. Thankfully, Youngjae was too busy writing the real meanings next to each word off to the side to notice.
"It's easier to remember the order when you use a mnemonic," he said, then finally looked up at you to make sure you understood. A smile instantly spread across his features, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach in a fit of laughter.
"Your face," he breathed between giggles, "it's so red."
You cursed your luck and desperately wished you wore an oversized sweatshirt to the office that day, to bury your nose into the soft fabric - anything to get the attention away from your face. "It's not my fault you give your students perverted mnemonics," you murmured.
He chuckled. "That is the one I use because most people seem to remember it the easiest," he said and leaned back in his chair. "Hey, at least there's no way you can forget that now, is there?"
A fair point.
"Yeah, thanks," you said with your chin tucked down and pulled your exam back from him. He rolled back to the other side of the desk as you shoved the packet of papers back in your bag and hauled the heavy pack over your shoulders. For a minute he clicked through the screen of his MacBook Pro, so you said your goodbyes and set out to get lunch before your last class, but by the time you rounded the corner, Youngjae called after you.
"Y/N!" He hurried out of his small office to catch up with you, a yellow flyer in hand.
“Yes?”
“The zoology club is planning a trip to the zoo for an end-of-the-semester celebration. We’re trying to get the university to pay for it as a school-funded activity, but we need at least one more person to justify asking for the reimbursement,” he said, holding out the flyer to you. “Would you like to go?”
Without skipping a beat or even a second thought, you enthusiastically nodded and took the sheet of paper from him. “Yes!”
He exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath, then rested his palms on his knees. “Thank goodness. They’ll be so happy to go,” he said. “Thanks, Y/N.”
“No, thank you,” you said. You checked your watch and panicked as you realized you were almost late for your next class. “Bye, Youngjae!” you scurried away, faintly waving to him.
He stared blankly at you as you ran away and managed to raise a hand to wave back weakly. “Bye!”
Lions, tigers, and bears - oh my.
The two youngest members of the zoology club led the group as you walked the length of the park as a group, occasionally stopping to take pictures of every exhibit and to upload videos of cute baby animals to Instagram. Yugyeom dragged Bambam by the wrist, then suddenly stopped when he noticed the giant vivarium in the center of the park. He pointed toward the lit sign that read “Monkey House,” and suddenly exclaimed, “We have to go!”
Poor Bambam had no warning before his friend broke into a run with his hand still tightly gripping his wrist, dragging him along for a brisk jog up the steep hill leading to the vivarium. Meanwhile, Jaebum, Mark, Jackson, and Jinyoung strolled along casually behind them. You laughed at the energetic kid and his enthusiasm, wishing that you could borrow some of that energy for yourself.
The hot sun bore down on you, making you regret your choice in long-sleeved shirts as you roasted like a chicken in the oven on Christmas day. Youngjae walked on beside you without saying much, but he seemed to be completely unaffected by the giant heat lamp in the sky.
This is what happens when the sun is outshined by star brighter than itself.
“Are you okay? You look like you could use a break,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You didn’t want to complain before, but since he was offering, you admitted to it.
“Actually, I’m feeling kind of sick,” you said, rubbing your forehead. Youngjae pulled you to the side by your upper arm, and you stumbled, feeling an onset of nausea and the world spin around you. He sat you on a nearby bench in the shade and bent down to your eye level.
“Do you need some food? Anything to drink?” he frowned.
“Too warm,” you said, not sure if you were referring to the sun or his hand resting on yours.
“I’ll get you something to drink. Just wait here,” he said, jumping up from the ground and running off to the nearest vending machine. He returned a few moments later a can of lemonade and cracked it open.
“I’ve heard this brand was pretty good, so I thought you might like it,” he said, holding the can out to you. You welcomed the sour aftertaste of the drink and puckered your lips after the first sip.
He sat next to you on the bench and hunched over, folding his hands in his lap. "We can sit here as long as you like. Don't worry about the others - they can handle themselves."
You tipped your head back to chug more of the sweet drink, muttering a small "mhm" with a mouthful before you swallowed. "Is there anything you want to see today? You've been following around the other members until now."
He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Actually, I've always wanted to visit the aquarium, but I've never had the chance," he said.
"Well, why don't we visit it today? I don't mind walking around a building with air conditioning," you said after finishing your drink and tossing the can in the recycling bin next to you. You stood and stretched your arms and legs. "Thanks for that, by the way."
A grin spread across his face, clearly excited to visit the aquarium. "No problem."
The cold rush of air at the entrance of the aquarium building was a welcome reprieve from the humidity of the late spring day. Aside from the white and gray paint on the walls, the entire building glowed with a faint blue tint from the light emanating from the tanks.
Youngjae wandered through the maze of hallways and dead ends with his hand on the small of your back, watching the moving marine life with fascination and wonder. His favorite displays were the brilliantly colored saltwater tanks with their colorful foliage and bright, exotic fish. Your personal favorite was the manatee tunnel. Aquamarine hues of light surrounded you as you walked through the tunnel surrounded by glass and water on all sides, and you watched intently, straining your neck to follow the movement of the majestic sea cows. A small calf swam up to the tunnel window, nudging the glass. You could faintly hear a squeak from the other side of the glass display.
You tapped Youngjae's shoulder and pointed to the calf. "Look, Youngjae!"
"Aww, hey little guy! Where's your mother?" he spoke sweetly to the marine mammal. Just then a larger cow swam up to the window and cried out to the baby. "Ah, there she is."
The tunnel ran the length of the entire south wing of the building, so by the time you arrived on the other side, you saw the setting sun through the small windows of the exit doors. "We should go," you said.
"Yeah," he said calmly, looking back at the tunnel and some of the displays you saw earlier. "Thanks for coming."
When you opened the doors again, you were struck by the warm air, making you remember how nice you'd had it inside the aquarium. You scanned the area in front of you from the top of the stairs before you started your descent, hoping to find some of the other members as the park would close soon. Before you knew it, they were calling out to you from afar.
"Y/N!" Yugyeom called out as he sprinted over to you. "We finally found you! Where did Youngjae go?" He rested his palms on his knees, panting when he finally caught up to you.
You hadn't realized he'd slipped away so quickly until Yugyeom pointed it out. You shrugged. "Not sure. He was just here a minute ago."
"Hopefully he comes back soon. JB is getting cranky, and he's still our driver," Bambam said, casually walking up behind the youngest member. "We need to go home."
Attention, Seoul Grand Park Zoo will be closing in 15 minutes. Please note locker rentals and the park gift shops will be closing at this time, a voice announced over the park intercom system.
You whined, disappointed that the shops were closing so soon as you wanted a souvenir for yourself. "That's a shame. I wanted to check out the gift shop," you said with a sigh. "There's always next time, I guess. Let's go find Youngjae."
"I'm right here," a familiar honeyed yet deep voice spoke from behind you. You jumped when a soft object poked and tickled your back, and you looked over your shoulder at Youngjae who held out a small stuffed otter in his outstretched hand.
You couldn't contain the squeal that escaped your lips. "Oh my god - it's so cute!"
"You said otters were your favorite, right?" he said. Your face flushed - you couldn't believe he remembered something so small that you had only off-handedly mentioned once in his office.
You nodded and hesitantly took the plushie from his hands. "Yes, thank you. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to," he said, flashing the most charming smile your way. The two of you were caught up in your world until Jaebum, who'd snuck up behind the younger members, cleared his throat loudly.
"Let's get this show on the road, kids," he said.
Youngjae looked at you fondly and placed his hand on the middle of your back to usher you forward. "Ready?"
"Mhm."
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The members of the zoology club crashed for the majority of the car ride back. Their content, sleeping faces brought warmth to your heart and made you giggle as both Yugyeom and Bambam leaned on each other as they slept, mouths hanging wide open. Yugyeom stirred and wiped a trail of drool from his face before going back to sleep, resting his head against the window this time. You envied them. As tired as you were, there was no way you could sleep when you sat in the back of the university van with your entire right side up against Youngjae’s left. The two of you talked in depth about the biology department, his assistantship, and your upcoming final exam in two weeks’ time.
“Sorry I can’t be of much help. Dr. Jacques won’t even tell me what he’s putting in the final,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “If it were up to me, I’d give you a good score, but I don’t have a say in the matter. I can only grade your lab reports.”
You groaned. “Thanks for trying anyway.”
He patted your thigh and placed his hand on your knee, making you painfully aware of the warmth of his hand. You wished you could see his face in the darkness.
“Soon it will all be over. I can’t wait, to be honest.”
“You must be pretty happy to get rid of us undergraduates, right?” you laughed nervously and gave him a tender smile.
“No, no, it’s not that,” he waved off. “As much as I am looking forward to my break, I enjoy the time I spend with my students.” The sincerity of his smile pierced your heart like a ray of sunshine peeking through a clearing in the trees on a bright, sunny day. You fought the urge to squeal over the brightness reflected in his smile.
“What is it, then?” you asked.
A small hiccup of surprise escaped your lips, and your heart fluttered when Youngjae leaned in and cupped your ear with his hand, his breath tickling your ear and the back of your neck. His next few words left you speechless but in a good way.
He pulled away and searched your face for a reaction - preferably a positive one, but he supposed no reaction could also be considered a positive response. When he realized your struggle to form a coherent response, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack and pulled out a party-size Snicker’s bar and a sharpie. After writing a quick note, he carefully and subtly tucked it into the palm of your hand.
Your moment was interrupted when the street lights leading up to your driveway blinded you, and Jaebum spoke up from the front of the van.
“Do you want me to drive you to your front door, Y/N?” he said.
“No, you can just drop me off here. You won’t be able to get through the gate without my key card,” you said and gathered up your purse and your souvenir otter from Youngjae. Jaebum pulled up as far as he could and put the car in park to let you out.
“Thanks for the day out,” you said.
Youngjae squeezed your shoulder. “See you in class, Y/N.” He waved, and you ducked your head down once more to wave back before slamming the car door shut. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the boys because that meant the day was over and you’d be alone again. Your hesitation disappeared when Jaebum finally drove away.
Absent-mindedly fiddling with the wrapper of the candy bar in your hand, you took a shortcut across the lawn and through the garden back to your building. Your stomach growled, and suddenly you were thankful for the candy. It had been several hours since you last ate, after all. Just as you were about to tear into the wrapper, you noticed the note on the underside of the flap and held it close to your face to make out the words in the dark.
Call me after finals week. (XXX)-XXX-XXXX - Youngjae :)
Never have you looked forward to finals week, until now.
Youngjae leaned over to cup your ear, and his warm breath tickled your neck. His lips accidentally brushed your ear, earning another muffled squeak from you, and you sensed the smirk on his face, even in the dark. Your heart raced in your chest as he spoke.
“It’s because I can’t date my students.”
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Snap pt.3 [M]
Previously in the Series: Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Hoseok X Reader; Yoongi X Reader (as of now)
Genre: Drama, Humor (an attempt?); Exorcist!AU
Word Count: 2.5K
“Leave, and never return.”
“Why?” The voice is rough, the words simple: an elaborate mask. “Why should I?”
A hand shoots out, grabbing his, and leaving behind scars and screams.
It’s Monday.
You wake up to rain pattering outside your window, a comforting rhythm that nearly lulls you back to sleep. You manage to right yourself, drowsily sitting up and reaching out a hand for your phone, which blares Dope out loud for the world to hear.
It is quickly silenced, as you scramble out of bed. Today’s the day, after all, and you can’t afford to let it go wrong. There’s something different in the air, but you don’t pay it much mind as you go about your daily routine. That routine, unfortunately, involves having to go downstairs and bid goodbye to husks of people, those who once cared for you.
“Bye mom.” You say quietly, into the still air, “I’m going to school now.”
There’s no answer, as expected, from the woman occupying the corner sofa; she just stares outside blankly, with glassy eyes. Vacant, soulless and empty, as usual. You would need to be insane to ever expect otherwise.
You close the door quickly. You don’t want to see her any longer than you need to.
The ride to your university is the same as always, with you plugging in your headphones and staring out the bus window absently. The rain makes it difficult to see though, and you thank the heavens above for giving you the foresight to have prepared yourself for the rain.
You see Taehyung as you rush inside the building, shaking close your umbrella. Well, you don’t exactly see him; instead, you get the shit scared out of you when his hands cover your eyes, large and warm.
“SHIT!” You screech, and feel the familiar cold tingle of the blue fire dripping from your fingers, only to blink stupidly when Taehyung laughs, dancing around, cackling manically, “TAEHYUNG!”
You chase him across the hallway, hands lit up despite knowing the holy fire can’t hurt him. Is it your fault that the redhead always tries so hard to piss you off? Of course not. Is it your fault that he’s literally asking for it? OF COURSE NOT.
“Get back here, you idiot!” You yell at him threateningly, immediately forgetting your previously sour mood, “Kim Taehyung, if I get my hands on you—”
“Calm down princess.” Jungkook ruffles your hair as he passes by, skillfully ducking to avoid your well-timed karate chop, “Don’t you have a class to get to?”
“Shut up, prick face.” You snap, craning your head to catch sight of Taehyung in the crowded hallway, “Where the fuck is that little ass hoe?”
“Who… Tae?” Jimin walks up, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and planting his face against his back cutely. As much as you hate to admit it, they look cute together, especially when you see Jungkook’s cheeks redden. Too bad they haven’t actually gotten together though, but it’ll have to happen eventually.
You don’t say anything, just nod, then glare at Jimin when he chuckles at you: the nerve.
“It’s not funny.” You definitely don’t pout as you cross your arms, “Stop laughing.”
“Wow.” Jungkook deadpans, leaping at the chance, “I’m so scared.”
“Ah, when do you have your summoning today?” Jimin interrupts, saving his future boyfriend’s life, “I think Hoseok hyung mentioned it before.”
“It’s at two.” You answer, still glaring spitefully at Jungkook, “It’s the only time he’s free apparently, and since this is my final project, my schedule doesn’t really matter.”
“Huh,” Taehyung’s back, and he slings a chummy arm around your shoulder despite your cold stare, “So what class do you have now then?”
“EE,” You say, “With this one.”
You jerk an angry thumb at Jungkook, who glares back at you. Jimin laughs nervously, hands coming up to block the two of you from staring at each other.
“Now, now,” He says nervously enough, “We’re all friends here!”
He doesn’t wait for a reply though, quickly tugging Taehyung away by his wrist toward…well, you aren’t sure. But they leave, and it’s only you and Jungkook staring at each other in disgust.
“Well, let’s go.” You mutter sarcastically as the two of you trudge up the stairs, “Fun.”
Your Elemental Exorcism class is as fun as you’d expect…which is not fun at all, really. Honestly, why do they expect you to take this class for more than one year? It’s only theory about the workings of the elemental magic possessed by demons, and how they could be theoretically used. Professor Jin’s class is much more useful, since it’s about practical applications and how you can actually control the demons. You’ve got a separate class for drawing demon circles, and other protection mechanisms which is justifiable…but this?
You hate it.
You hate the teacher too, a woman with the passion of a dried lemon. She gets on your nerves even quicker than Jeon Jungkook does, which is saying something. Honestly, the only reason you still attend this godforsaken class is because you’re expected to. But next year…. well, goodbye Felicia.
She’s not there, luckily, because you would’ve been subjected to nearly an hour’s worth of lecture, something you wouldn’t even have listened to, frankly. There’s only so much of the woman anyone can take, and you’re no exception to that.
“She’s not here yet?” You ask one of the students—a blonde, doodling on his desk—curiously, “She’s normally never this late.”
“Nah, she hasn’t come in yet,” The student smiles brightly, and you struggle to recall his name—Minhyuk, you think—as he shakes his head, “It’s really weird, but I wouldn’t question it if I were you.”
Almost on cue, the door is slammed open, and the old bat struts in, all pompous and glamorous as always. Except, this time, she seems a bit different.
“She’s smiling.” Minhyuk gasps in what can be described only as horrified fascination, and you can only nod, transfixed at the sight of her beaming face, “Why is she smiling?”
“That’s a good question.” Jungkook murmurs from where he’s sitting, “Who on earth died for her to be this happy?”
“Class!” She greets you cheerily, which is weird enough, “I’ve got some wonderful news to share with you all!”
“It’s going to be another project, isn’t it?” You muttered sullenly to some girl beside you—Hwasa—who only nodded in solemn agreement, “FML.”
“There’s been political unrest in the demon world lately,” She starts off, clasping her wrinkly, aged hands, “Hence why it’s getting increasingly easy to summon them. They’re not mentally stable enough to resist the call now, so we can get rid of as many as we want now!”
The entire class stares at her in a mixture of fear and wariness.
“Political unrest?” Hwasa frowns, “Wouldn’t that be…I don’t know, a bad thing?”
“Why would it?” Professor Woo counters, face growing even more wrinkled with her scowl, “I see nothing wrong here.”
“Well,” Jungkook speaks up, making the attention shift to him. His eyes are dark, almost serious, and you hold back a snort at the thought. As if Jungkook could ever be serious, please, “For starters, the entire Underworld’s practically in chaos now. If this uprising is serious, many of them are probably going to try and flee. And if that’s the case, we’d have a much tougher job on our hands.”
“That’s true,” Another girl chips in, So Hee, “While we’d definitely be able to consciously call for some of them, there are the ones that are coming uncontrollably that we need to factor in as well.”
You see, from the corner of your eye, Professor Woo’s arms beginning to shake, and know she’s at her limit; as expected, she finally yells loud enough for the entire floor to possibly hear.
“ENOUGH!” She hollers, and you didn’t think she could have that voice on her; you shrink back into your seat, never fond of loud voices, “I HAVE LET THIS GO ON FOR LONG ENOUGH!”
Everyone falls silent at that, and you notice Jungkook’s gripping the table with enough force to possibly break a chunk of it right off. Your attention switches back to your Professor though, watching as she breathes deeply to calm herself down.
“You know what.” She says, and you slump in your seat, “Open up your course books.”
And the rest of your course goes as normal, with you falling half-asleep over your opened books. Elemental Exorcism with Professor Woo has never been fun.
You don’t have any classes for the rest of the day anyway, so you head to the girls’ dorms. You don’t actually stay on campus, namely because you can’t afford to, but your university is cool enough to lend temporary rooms in case commute got too difficult.
You luckily find a room to stay in, dropping your bag by the door as you stagger inside, shrugging your jacket off. It was rainy in the morning, sure, but it’s sunny as hell now.
You check your phone: 11:43. You’ve still got 2 hours, roughly.
You take out your laptop, browsing uninterestedly through your Facebook Feed, liking posts randomly. It’s meaningless, you’ve grown to realize, because there’s so much work being put in for normal people that it’s easy to forget that you yourself can be normal sometimes too. You usually treasure these moments, but not now, not anymore.
You see you’ve got a message, which is rare, in itself, and your eyes widen when you see who it’s from.
My Cutie~ (3) 11:47 AM
Hands shaking you move your mouse over the message, hesitating, before you tap your finger against the mousepad. The message takes an agonizing amount of time to load, and your heart begins to hammer furiously at your chest in terror. And then, it shows. And the messages you see make your breath stop in fear.
My Cutie: sis, I need to tell you something
My Cutie: hurry up and answer me
My Cutie: just HURRY
You push yourself away from your desk hurriedly, shoving your laptop into your bag with fumbling fingers, and beeline it out of the room. Your breathing’s grown heavy, and you don’t—can’t, actually— notice anything as you shove past people, heading straight for the stairs.
It seems like forever for you to catch sight of those red locks, and you fling yourself at Taehyung, all shaking limbs, who manages to catch you just fine. Your legs tremble, just like the rest of you does, and you sag into his comforting warmth. Taehyung has been with you for a long time, and his embrace feels like the home you’ve lost.
“Yah, Y/N.” He says softly to you, and you just shake your head, burrowing your face into his shoulder, “Come on, let’s go and talk—”
“Tae.” You say, teary, and he falls silent, meeting your watery eyes with his soft browns, “Tae, he messaged me, but he’s gone, it can’t be.”
“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks you seriously, giving up and tugging you by your wrist over to a corner, so that the two of you can talk undisturbed. Your nerves tingle, and air escapes your lungs as a rattling breath, giving away just how shaken up you are.
Taehyung is worried, obviously, and he has the right to be, especially at your next words.
“My brother, Taehyung,” You whisper out, but it sounds so loud, ringing through the hallways as though being screamed, “My dead brother just messaged me.”
“What have you done?” She whispers, words flicked away by the wind, just like the ashes, “You monster.”
There’s silence, only silence.
And you scream.
You meet Hoseok at two, as promised. He’s already waiting for you, a half grin on his lips that dies when he sees the lack of smile on your normally pleasant features.
“Y/N, is something wrong?” He asks urgently, getting up from his seat, “We can always reschedule—”
“No.” You say quietly, forcing a smile onto your lips and the next words from your mouth, “It’s nothing serious Hoseok, don’t worry about it.”
“Alright, if you’re sure,” He says doubtfully, but his gaze turns grave, serious, “Just remember you need to be completely focused for this, Y/N. There’s no turning back once we start.”
“I know.” You respond, though a part of you still rings with uncertainty, “Let’s get started, shall we?”
“Okay.” Hoseok looks hesitant, before his hand rests lightly on the crown of your head, carding through your tangled locks, “Just…tell me if anything seems off, okay? I’m here for you.”
“Y-yeah.” Your cheeks turn red, and you stutter your answer to the boy’s youthful grin, taken aback by the display, “U-uh.”
Fortunately, he manages to save you from any more embarrassment by turning around, so that his back faces you, as he fishes something out of his backpack. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to forget everything and just relax, focus, don’t mess this up.
Hoseok returns with a dagger, and his hazel eyes are serious, posture rigid, and you see none of the previously smiling, carefree, boy that you’ve seen recently. This Hoseok looks more mature, more focused, just more. It’s nice to see him so occupied.
“Ready?” He asks, breaking you from your reverie and you snap out of it, quickly nodding your head. Your hip feels heavy, adorned with a set of metal cuffs you procured from your professor.
It’s already dark, but the two of you cover up the windows as much as you can, trying to cast the room in complete darkness. The light would only disturb everything, but Hoseok is supposed to stand by the window so that they can shine it on the demon when it appears.
This is a Fire Demon so you’ve got to be the most careful at that step; the part before is much easier, and you carry out the ritual as planned, as simply as your book says it’s supposed to be. It’s only when you’re supposed to use the dagger that things get complicated.
You carefully balance the knife so that it’s tip touches the sensitive pad of your index finger, and quickly let it pierce your skin and pull it back. According to your book, precisely one drop of blood is enough, but that’s where things go wrong. Your finger bleeds more than expected, and a dizzying amount spills out before your mind connects and your other fingers wrap around it—but the damage is done.
You look up in terror to lock eyes with Hoseok—who looks just as shocked as you—and he just manages to mouth ‘MOVE BACK’ before you’re thrown back with a huge force that causes you to hit your head against the wall. You groan pitifully as you crumple against it, and blearily watch, through your swimming vision, as Hoseok is slammed back against a covered window by a dark mass.
And, very slowly, a pale hand reaches out from it, wrapping around the column of Hoseok’s throat.
Written By: Midnight
Next in the Series: Part 4 (coming soon)
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tv show thoughts
thinking about tvd and how I'm glad its over and realizing how many friends i converted into watching this godforsaken show when it was good. and hearing all my roommates freshman year at various episodes of catching up was so fun. but its run too long and i hated it the last couple seasons and they wrote it to hell (literally). but tvd was one of the first shows i started on the cw and it marked my jump from abc family into a tv world of beautiful people, tons of drama and people who kill off main characters and ruin love stories. but tvd’s last 5 minutes of the season 1 finale are still my favorite minutes of television because i remember the excitement and shock and how immediately excited i was for the return of season 2 and rarely do i get that anymore and it taught me to never trust a season finale (especially after AoS hammered that home).also fuck them for killing off stefan and making him say that bullshit about damon being a better man and that stupid klaus line. and making paul wesley and kat graham, michael trevino and zach roerig suffer on that show. hope they move on to better and brighter things. i look forward to seeing some of these actors on other shows hopefully not playing high schoolers. good bye and in some sense good riddance.
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She felt her heart shatter over and over and over again. From her father, brother, ex and now...now him. But it wasn’t the first time she felt this pain because of him. No, it wasn’t because she had known this man for almost 6 years and to watch him sleep around while she yearned for his love and affection hurt.
She understood why he did it, he was a performer, a traveler. His line of work involved dangers that he could not assure that he would survive, including exhaustion from a show to another with little time between. He didn’t want to put her through that pain, but he just couldn’t understand how much it hurt her just to watch him go, to hear him just reject her over and over again and again.
She cut the lunch date short, although she couldn’t really call it a date, more of a catching up lunch. She left the sushi place with aching knuckles and tears beginning to streak down her face.
She hated drinking before 7, and it was only about 3-4 in the afternoon, but did she care at this point? Absolutely not. She brushed away the logical part of her mind reminding her that he said that one day they could have a chance together, and pursued her downfall just as Romeo did for the sleeping Juliet.
She made sure to send him one last text, apologizing for taking his time and thanking him for giving her his free time to make her feel safe and welcome, to make her feel like she belonged in this godforsaken world. Any text he sent her was promptly ignored.
She had been drinking for about 7 years now, and she knew what her limit was. She knew how to prevent poisoning, and she ignored all of that. She began to drink away her sorrows, drink away her memories and her thoughts until her vision was so blurry she could barely tell where the bottles were.
It was in this near-death stupor that he found her, with her in a pile on the floor, turned to her side and a puddle of vomit next to her head. Her lips were turning blue and she was shivering violently at this point. He called 911, and then sat with her, trying to keep her focus on him until they arrived, and that he did and that they did.
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I am sorry for whatever poor sap decided they wanted to read this rendition of a roleplay scene that I and a couple of friends had. And I'm sorry for calling you all a sap. Thank you for reading and yes, my heart hurts too
bye!
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