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chemicalpink · 3 years

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BTS members's reaction to their future spouse wearing their clothes....

Disclaimer: This analysis/reading is based on my experience and knowledge of astrology, it is not meant to be the absolute truth, as BTS are real people, and astrology can only capture so much about multidimensional humans that have had past experiences and cultural approaches amongst other things, it does not have to resonate with you since this is in no way related to anyone reading it (unless you are a member of BTS in which case, get out of here lol ) This is just for entertainment purposes.Remember that tarot as a form of divination only allows us to read current energy and as time advances it becomes less accurate, so it basically reads up to a 6 months period of time, which leads me to also mention that by s/o I mean any soon to be relationship or an already established relationship, indistinct of whether they are a soulmate relationship or not. Entertainment purposes only.

Warning: contains slight mentions of smut, not explicit.

KIM SEOKJIN

he feels this sort of fondness inside of him, kinda like taking a big needed gulp of air after holding your breath for too long, this man has stars inside his eyes from watching his s/o in his clothes, can’t help but think hey, maybe they look even better on them than I do (only for a split second tho) the feeling you get all warm and fuzzy inside? that’s a given in him. Ear bright red, he might not be too much into lending his clothes on a daily but he sure as hell discovers a fondness in it. There’s also this sort of… domesticity to it, like- this man wants to feel at home and watching his s/o using something of his definitely delivers that homey feeling. Apart from all that, the quote that comes up us “you deserve love” so maybe… that impulsive need you sometimes get when you wanna wrap up something cute and squish it? That's the feeling that’s most prominent here. (5oCrx, the star, the empress oracle cards)

MIN YOONGI

now this is interesting… when watching his s/o in his clothes, Yoongi has this conflicted set of feelings, overwhelmed, mainly, he truly knows how to appreciate the cuteness behind the act but he can’t help but feel kind of undeserving of it, it seems like the action starts an overthinking spiral of yeah they’re cute and all but what they do for me is so much more than I could ever give back. He kind of feels selfish by keeping them by his side, can’t really bring himself to mutter a bigger compliment that a ‘you look nice’ don’t get him wrong, he definitely acknowledges the small act of love but he’s.. carrying so much inner baggage that he can’t really look past what the scene makes him feel. (the hermit rx, 6oS, 10oC+ oracle cards)

JUNG HOSEOK

Now… Hobi is a fashion icon okay keep this in mind. He seems to be very particular of his clothes so while he knows there are no bad intentions behind it, he kinda feels itchy at the sight. It is funny though, there’s a playful feeling of surrender as he watches his s/o wear his clothes, like ‘fine okay I won’t get as itchy just this once cause you look cute or whatever’ soft smiles and warm hearts. Although he’s not the biggest fan of the action, it definitely serves to boost his ego, makes him feel like the man in a non greasy way/non toxic way, like a reassurance that his s/o is deciding to stay by his side after all. Similar to having conflicted feeling like Yoongi but from different parts from within, sure, he can’t help but think ‘oh god please be careful with that jacket if it gets stained there’s no going back’ but at the same time watching his s/o in it softens his rough edges and makes him smile even just a little. (7oWrx, 10oS, the emperor + oracle cards)

KIM NAMJOON

This man- the absolute death of me. Kim NAmjoon enjoys a good teasing. And he can’t help but keep feeling like that is exactly what his s/o wearing his clothes entails, and man is he glad to play along. Not quite exactly sexual, but more of a sensual part of it, he’s just dying to get the clothes off. Can’t keep his hands to himself (cue that one Selena Gomez song) it flips a PDA switch on him, he feels absolutely loved to the edges, has this warm feeling inside his heart that he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky, and honestly, it isn’t frequently when people get to see his bright sunny side so it ends up being even softer than intended, he just feels so full and bursting at the seams with happiness. (5oC, the sun, ace oC+ oracle cards)

PARK JIMIN

Error 404. Park Jimin.exe has stopped working. This man loves good dramatics in his day to day and really, there’s no stopping him when he sees his s/o in his clothes, Time stops, his heartbeat is erratic, all he wants is to be their loyal servant, personal hype man at their service. Whatever it is that he was doing before? forget that completely, he's devoted to his s/o now. He gets to experience new sides of the relationship with such a simple action, like realising that he truly is head over heels for this person. There’s just a lot of loudness in this. I meant it when I said personal hype-man, would probably even go as far as to let his s/o “shop” inside his vast clothes collection ‘yeah take this and this, these would look amazing on you’ So yeah maybe he feels a tad bit insecure that his s/o is absolutely rocking his wardrobe but he can quickly get those feelings aside if it means watching his s/o just a little bit longer being the truest model there could possibly be out there. (IM SORRY I LOST THE CARDS LMAO)

KIM TAEHYUNG

This man goes 0 to 100 real quick. And don't get me wrong, he’s pretty romantic, but seeing his s/o wear his clothes? Now that’s a switch going off very clearly. Again, not in a toxic masculine way, but Taehyung is bursting with this distinctive dominating shine when watching his s/o wear his clothes, he’s absolutely on top of the world, cloud nine, and there’s no coming back down. He’s pretty playful about it, but there’s absolutely no doubt that inside his mind those clothes are currently non-existent. It’s the final nail in the coffin, the final reassurance that his s/o is his and his only, like a reminder that he is in a relationship and he’s 100% devoted to it. It does go down the traditional relationship line of thought but he’s quite a traditional man himself, so without any ill intention behind, he would really just like to show off his s/o being cute inside his clothes, a proud feeling behind when he talks about it, like a little kid teasing his friends about getting the best candy out of them all. (the hierophant, justice, the chariot)

JEON JUNGKOOK

Okay this is about to be quite a ride. As things are right now, he doesn’t seem to have a lot of tact when it comes to lovey dovey couple stuff, this man is more of a- man of deep rooted actions and sometimes cute words sprinkled on top rather than superficial actions, he doesn’t seem to find the appeal behind his s/o wearing his clothes, at least in an intended to be romantic type of way. He finds it trendy and he might just act cold about it, it doesn’t really hold a deeper meaning to him personally. Listen, he might be the type of boyfriend to ask for his hoodies back as soon as possible. If it isn’t meant to be done in a “oh look the couple sharing clothes” way, he might find his s/o cute in them, but not overwhelmingly so like many other people do. He’s just- very particular about his possessions being his. Funny inner thought that came up ‘we can buy matching shirts just please don’t steal my clothes’ (judgement rx, the tower, QoSrx)

Decks Used: the romance angels oracle cards, the prisma visions tarot

#kpop tarot #bts tarot

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ lovestruck!au x librarian!au taeyong other lovestruck!aus: jeno | chenle | haechan | jisung

a tower of books is blocking taeyong's vision, just a voice comes echoing out from behind them

"do you have a classics section?"

"of course! which author?"

there's a pause and taeyong starts to get up so he can at least see who he is talking to

"who would you recommend?"

taeyong is already running through his alphabetized list that he's spent hours on making in his head

when you love books as much as he does, a question like that makes everything around him spark

but then he sees you

you seem to be frowning, looking down at the screen of your phone as the familiar notification sound of the college email comes vibrating through the room

a couple of people studying nearby turn to glare and you whisper a small apology as you put your phone on silent and meet taeyong's gaze

taeyong almost wishes you hadn't

the urge to bring up the long sleeves of his oversized cardigan to hide his face starts to take over his brain instead

they're so cute - i can't look at them!

you blink when taeyong doesn't say anything - he looks as if he has suddenly been struck by lightning

"sorry - is everything ok?"

your concern seems to do the trick, taeyong mentally mocks himself for being so awkward, and he says the one name that comes to mind easier than all the rest

"have you read, um, twain? m-mark twain?"

the look that you give him tells taeyong he's picked an author that could put you to sleep - not that he really would argue, it's just that suddenly all his knowledge has seeped away into the darkest corner of his brain

"no..i mean i have tried to, but he's kind of - boring?"

"jane austen?"

"aren't most of her books a thousand pages long?"

"is - are you looking for a book for a project?"

you poke your tongue into your cheek, the little action makes taeyong suddenly feel like jello

"kind of - one of my classes wants us to find a classic author that speaks to us personally. the only issue is none of them speak to me - most of them are dead anyway right?"

taeyong stares at you and then gives a little nervous chuckle

you stare back and sigh in defeat

"i know i must be annoying you right now."

"no- no! no, i just......i -"

i just can't stop looking at you and it's kind of insane

taeyong pushes the thought back and levels himself and his emotions

"i think you might want to find someone that isn't exactly a 'classic' author?"

this intrigues you, your shoulders perk and you lean over the librarians counter

the sudden action nearly topples the neat bunch of books that had originally blocked taeyong from seeing you and he circles his arms around it protectively as he tries not to fall into the stars that are looping through your gaze

"what do you mean?"

"w-well the assignment is a classic author who speaks to you right? there are lots of authors from that same time who aren't labeled classics but they - they might fit that category to you."

he is still holding his fingers on the spines of some of the books as you think about the sentiment

"like who?"

taeyong, looks at the pile in front of him, mostly to avoid direct eye contact with you, but then he notices something in the mix

through the mess of titles and textbooks and more he sees one of the colleges oldest and most checked out books

the great gatsby

briefly, he thinks about the way in which gatsby speaks about daisy

a flickering thought of the almost desperate love someone could feel for another

you tap your fingers and the little memory lights something else in taeyong's mind and he asks you in a small voice,

"have you ever read zelda fitzgerald's work?"

you haven't - actually you were unaware she was ever a writer - and when you ask taeyong if her work is available in the library he shakes his head

"she wrote a novel, save me the waltz, really not popular enough to ever become a classic but if you read it and like it i think -"

"well how can i read it if the college doesn't have a copy?"

taeyong thinks he feels the temperature of his skin rise a little because

"i-i own a copy."

this time you do knock over the tower of books, simply because you jut your upper half over the counter to ask him if he'd ever consider lending it to you and your elbow catches right on one of the books

they topple over and the loud crash echoes a wave of irritations throughout the library again as you scramble behind the desk to help taeyong get them back in order

behind the desk like this - you ask him in a whisper

"i know im a stranger, but you can trust me with the book - i promise!"

taeyong wants to say of course, but all he manages is a shy hiccup when your hands brush over the same cover

"here -" you stack the rest of the books up and then push your phone into this palm "give me your number and we can meet up"

the rest of it all happens in a blur

taeyong gives you his number - you delete the contact name and write yong with a little book emoji instead

you text him and insist he put your name down with your favorite little pink flower

after his shift, he heads to his dorm and finds the book - smiling to himself silently as his dormmate doyoung stares with a look of curiosity from behind his pre-law homework

and then - it hits ten p.m. - and the all-night cafe on campus is packed and warm and taeyong is standing in front of it with a small scarf around his neck and the book placed carefully in a manilla envelope

you come bounding down the street, ten minutes late, and skid to a stop in front of taeyong

you call him mr. librarian and taeyong doesn't know if the feeling in his stomach is love or his lunch

"thank you thank you thank you - ill be sure to let you know if i use it for my project!"

he assumes you just mean one text after you're done reading it - a yes this is perfect or a i think i need to find something else!

what taeyong does not expect is that the two weeks you work on your project, you text him daily

the book is only a mere 230 pages - but you keep telling him about passages and the old articles you're finding on zelda

somehow you took one little book and pulled so much from it

taeyong thinks its been a long time since he's seen someone fall so much in love with a writer that he misses the feeling he used to get too

one evening he gets your text just as he's finishing up shelving at the library, he stops to lean against the cart and read it

submitted my project, i have to see you and give you back the book!

he thinks for a second, chewing on his lower lip

you can keep it, you've come to love it.

the bubbles pop up fast and taeyong nearly loses the grip on his phone when you reply

that's so sweet, but i actually just really want to see you too.

and so you pop by the library when it's only him left, he's closing it with the key the school trusts on him with (and the janitor)

and he almost jumps out of his skin when he turns and you're there - beaming a huge smile at him

you're holding the book and he says, "no really you can keep it-"

"do you want to go to dinner with me?"

taeyong doesn't know if you've been privy to his feelings all along

did you, standing there behind that tower of books, already know he was going to start thinking about you every day after he saw you

did you already know he'd feel like a helpless schoolboy with a crush on the sun?

either way you don't admit it - you just keep that huge smile across the table with pieces of cake between you two and steaming cups of tea

you babble about your project, about how you had to defend not picking someone more obviously 'classical'

and taeyong does the one thing he learnt from romantic movies and novels, that when you shiver in the cold air of the cafe, he shrugs off that huge cardigan he's always wearing and offers it to you without much of a word

you pull your hands through it and go

"it feels like a hug!"

when you're both done with your food, you ask taeyong if he's going to walk back to the dorm - you have to take the shuttle across campus

"thank you for treating me, you didn't have to all over a book."

he shyly scratches the back of his neck and he still doesn't ask for you to give him his cardigan back

you look much cuter wearing it anyway, in his opinion

in the breeze of the night, you step closer to him and taeyong swallows because you're looking straight at his lips

"it wasn't just for the book. are you book lovers so dense?"

"hu-"

he starts as you lean in to kiss him, gently and sweetly, the lingering taste of cake and tea on your lips

taeyong almost falls over - his saving grace is your hand wrapping around his wrist

"ive seen you in the library before.....so when i got this project i thought it would be the perfect time to talk to you and ive always liked you, so i cant believe how nice you were to me-"

you start, confessing an onslaught of feelings taeyong was oblivious to

"-and if you don't feel the same i understand."

taeyong has never been straightforward in his life, but he answers your concern with another quick, soft kiss to your lips

he doesn't say everything he wants to either when he pulls back and you're giving him a slight look of shock

i like you too, ive liked you ever since i saw you - ever since you toppled that tower of books back on me - ever since you helped me put it back together behind the librarians' desk

he can't force the words out instead he goes,

"please keep the book.....and my cardigan is yours too."

#lovestruck!au #nct scenarios #nct au #taeyong scenarios #taeyong au #nct imagines #taeyong imagines #nct 127 #nct #taeyong #taeyong x reader #sfw

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nextstopparis · 3 years

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I read the good times are killing me every December and it packs a Punch every single time. i love it, what a fic!!!! btw do you happen to have a rec list of your fav merlin fics? <3

YES RIGHT!!! omg especially that ending scene just. takes me OUT i love that fic so much.

oh boy anon do i…. ok so i was gonna do all of them but that would be ENTIRELY too long and i also made a HUGE fic rec here so ill just. tell you all of my recent ones and like my absolute favourites of all time? i guess? i hope you like them/that you find new stuff here!!! (almost all merthur btw)

recent ones that i've read (90% of this is just. dumb fluff djsnksnskens and italicized ones are both recent and favourites of all time)(i mean i love them all but. you know):

An Inconvenient Time of Day by bevinkathryn

Cute Aggression by MerlinLikeTheBird

M-RYS by mornmeril

The Future Soon by lady_ragnelle

Truth Is a Whisper by seperis

A Merman and a Sea Unicorn Walk into a Pub… by rane_ab

Follow me.. by Warped_Alignment

tell me what it’s like to conquer, tell me what it’s like to burn by stqrkolmes

the world forgetting, by the world forgot by copperiisulfate

Battered and Wrecked, I Come to You First by queerofthedagger

awkward situations call for desperate measures by unknown

A Persistent Curiosity, or Why Merlin is So Bloody Fascinating by Rurounihime

Light of Arthur by Venivincere

Within Reach by foxy_mulder

Twitch Your Whiskers and Pull My Tail by BlueSimplicity

For The Want Of A Tin by nomical

Something Borrowed by EachPeachPearPlum

Pink Like the Sky, Blue Like Your Eyes by jesusonaunicycle

A Collapsing Star With Tunnel Vision by objectlesson

Hanging on by a Thread by sneck

ASL by undersomestairs

The Best Kept Secrets by snufflesfoot

We Pull These Jobs To Make A Little Money (No One Gets Hurt If They Don’t Act Funny) by leashy_bebes

Round Table for Two by moondustings

not just for christmas by starboykeith

Alas for the Splendour by calliglad

Midday Sun by helloearthlings

to take, to hold by lunapark

Practical Volitation by Allothi

23:22 by tonightless

Looking Too Closely by tonightless

wanna be your end game (my youth is yours) series by ladililn

by the sea by Elizabeth

Our broken pieces by aramblingjay

Give me a year by aramblingjay (this is going to make you weep.)

Rinse, Lather, Repeat by leashy_bebes

also you can check out mine if you want you dont have to though ill just leave it here im sorry all the things we did not become by nextstopparis

my personal favourites already on the other list (not in any order):

The Good Times Are Killing Me by minor_hue

Tintagel by seperis

when the truth comes out by ingberry

Breathe Each Other In by caterpillargirl

Round and Round We Go Again Tripping Across the Stars by giselleslash

The Lonely King by Cori Lannam (corilannam)

Dower the Stars by RurouniHime

Watch It All Melt Away by Emjayelle

not eternity by helloearthlings

To Be Worthy of Merlin's Books and Bed by bananahater336

L'Intérieur by aprettyaway

When Morning Comes by Starlingthefool

Fundamental Imperfections by Starlingthefool

(the world is changed) because you are made of ivory and gold by anonymous (YOU ANON?? jk jk ik how anonymous works im sorry)

Nine Weddings and a Funeral by giselleslash

Garden or Graveyard by ShanaStoryteller

[untitled] by slowdead

Day In, Day Out by suchgreatheights

Fear and Wanting by barbitone

the reason that i laugh and breathe by glim

Keep Calm and Carry On by tongueincheeky

Shake Your Windows and Rattle Your Walls by Rosie_Rues

World Enough and Time by alicephantomwise

the problem we all live with by green_postit

Doubt Creeps In And Chills The Air by junkshop_disco

Uncommon People by oddishly

Picture Maker by tourdefierce

The Could In People by junkshop_disco

Sense Memory by glim

This Dance of Days by kianspo

We Are All Diamonds by Footloose

Sick Leave by waldorph

Drastically Redefining Protocol (series) by rageprufrock

Visiting Hunith by RurouniHime

Caesura by StormDancer

Five Days in New York by giselleslash

Paint the World Orange and Blue by ingberry

put your hands into the fire by copperiisulfate

No Such Thing by lady_ragnelle

Not Going to Last by helloearthlings

The Tale of the Sea Serpent by seperis

Sweeter Dreams by Tierfal

Ironing Out the Creases by ingberry

Incurable by glim

August by rageprufrock

Lights Passing on an Evening Train by ladyflowdi

But It's a Good Refrain by lady_ragnelle

Skipping Beats, Blushing Cheeks by Thursday_Next

#EXACTLY 85 I THINK SJKDCNSKJCNS #god anyway #i hope you like them these fics are the only things keeping me alive<3 #bbc merlin #merthur fic rec #ask

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deerixiie · 3 years

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APPRECIATION POST!!

june 29th, or a little more that 6 months ago i posted my first fic. that was honestly the best decision of my life because tho tumblr is a hellsite it’s a hellsite that got me through a hellish year. i just want to come out and express my extreme gratitude for all of the people who have gotten me through 2020.

my followers. i remember when i first hit 100 and i was so excited bc 100 ppl in the world actually appreciated my writing enough to follow me...and then more of you guys started coming and sent sweet asks and suddenly i felt so loved 🥺 i didn’t expect to gain the following i did on this hellsite but i did and i love you guys so much :( thank u so much for being here through it all and making this year so much better!!

character anons/other anons; i know i don’t have much and not all of u are active but you!!! you guys are the bestest people on earth!!! shoyo, haji, yams, and all my noya anons,,, i love u guys sm. seeing you in my inbox made me so happy and i loved interacting w you 🥺💗 i hope you guys have an amazing new year and i hope you can talk more soon!! same goes for my other anons, 💜, 🍁, iara, and all the other anons that have send me asks, i love you guys so much!! getting anons and asks was something that made me feel so appreciated and important and seeing your asks always made my day!! ily guys <3

@sa-suga, @neonghxst, @sanso, @starrysamu, @stelleum, @myelocin, and a whole bunch of others writers; you are the most amazing people on the planet. writing on a site like this that gives little to no appreciation is so amazing of you :( your fics have made me smile, laugh, cry, and even grow as a person and i’m so grateful for that! bc of u i was able to distract myself from all the crappy things that happened this year. ily guys so much!

and now, my mutuals!!

@hajiimes; cola i will always always start with you. my closest friend, writing genius, someone i can bounce ideas off of, ask for help, watch movies with, voice call for hours with, and simp over characters with. getting close with you was one of the best things of this year and i really appreciate you for it. its really refreshing to have such a close friend i can really turn to and talk to about stuff that’s bothering me and i know i do it a lot and i’m a terrible friend sometimes but you’re always there for me :( and yeah we tease each other a lot and you’re honestly so annoying sometimes but yeah it’s fun and i love you so <3 STOP MAKING BREAKUP PLAYLISTS OKAY IM SORRY

@sugakuns + @suikazura + @kageyuji + @miyasangel + @giorvanna + @sophiawithstars + @hajiimes; i literally could not have gotten through 2020 without dinonet. it’s the first discord server and probably only discord server that i’ve really felt at home in because you all are so accepting and sweet. your support and love and kindness have gotten me past this year. i’ve been able to laugh and scream and vent and word vomit and be myself because of you all and i’m so appreciative of that. i cant wait for an entire new year with you all, ilysm!

@mehreya; you changed your url and i freaked tf out but ANYWAYS HEYYY~ rae i literally. i literally love you so much like. where would i be without you? you’re so welcoming and comforting and i love you so much :( if there’s anyone i’d share a deformed braincell with, it’s with you!! i feel like i can relate to you?? so much?? i literally keysmash in your inbox sending like 12 messages and i don’t have to worry about you getting upset because you do the same thing right back. we share really similar interests and you’re so compassionate and sweet and ugh i’m gna cry ily

@suikazura; bae i. how do i even say this. you’re literally the kindest, sexiest, funniest, loveliest person i’ve ever met. when i had a really bad day and broke down you were there to hype me up and tell me such wonderful things that i still think about all the time. you wrote a poem comparing me to the sun. ME?? THE SUN?? sui i don’t even know where to go with this ive never had someone do that for me and you doing that just makes me tear up and i’m tearing up writing this- and i love your humor so much despite the fact that it haunts me to this day and your art is so pretty and i could look at it for hours. like man i can’t believe someone like you exists i don’t deserve you at ALL. ilysm bubs

@cavalree; AZZIE WE HAVENT EVEN TALKED THAT MUCH BUT OUR CONVERSATION YESTERDAY WAS >>> THIS IS ME SAYING WE SHOULD TALK MORE WE HAVE A LOT IN COMMON

@fairyoomi + @luvromis + @rilacry; we’ve been moots for So Long but i have no idea what to talk about w u so i get intimidated and don’t talk :( ily guys so much though, you’re really sweet and kind and your humor is literally top tier. this is so weird to say but reading ur self-ship posts makes me so happy bc i feel like i can be open about my self-ship too,, it rlly comforts me and makes me feel loved hehe. i miss talking to u guys even though it was barely anything and i rlly hope 2021 is the year we get closer!!

@sophiashortcake + @star-puff + @kurooskult; we’ve recently become mutuals but i love your vibes!! i really hope i get to interact with you more next year so we can become closer <3

@bunx; BIG SIS!! literally i feel so bad for not talking to u because you’re literally the blueprint :( i just don’t know what to talk about and then get all freaked out XBSKSJD i’ve stared at your disc so many times debating what to say cbsjs but anyway thank you so much for being here from the beginning! i know for a fact ill wouldnt be where i am today w/out u 🥺 ilysm bubs

other moots that made this year so much more beautiful i want to get closer too!: @haikoo, @4fterh0urs, @run-004, @sugasugawarau, @s4ijoh, @gg9183, @baeshijima 🥺💗💗, @kozu-mei , @kaguol ily all so so much, you all are such amazing ppl and i hope we get to talk more!!

#important broadcasts #i love you all a lot #i don’t know where i’d be without your support and love #it’s been such a crazy year but it’s been so much better w u

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collxpsedhexrt · 4 years

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Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

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ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

👁👄👁👉👈

i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

👁👄👁✨

UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

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thirteen-beaxhes · 5 years

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Confessions and Competitions (Part 2)

2 months after that fateful week in a hotel with a boy named TJ, Cyrus is having second thoughts about the other boy’s feelings. So what happens when he lands up in TJ’s school unannounced?

The sequel to Hearts and Hotels. Set 2 months after the first part.

(Also contains Bandi being cute!)

Words: 3083

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“You'll be great, Buffy. I know it,” Cyrus said, as he massaged away the tension from his best friend’s shoulders.

“Yeah, you guys have been practising so much! I'm sure you'll do well,” Andi said, giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“I know, I know,” Buffy replied, reaching up to squeeze Cyrus’ hand and leaning her head against Andi’s. “What on earth would I do without you guys?”

“Panic and punch someone,” Cyrus said.

“Hmm. Fair guess.”

The three laughed, some of the tension alleviating, but soon Buffy went back to nervously fidgeting. She was extremely nervous for the first game of the year, especially since it was in another school. And when Buffy got nervous, Cyrus and Andi had to pull her back down.

“Still Buff, I don't know why are you so worried,” Andi asked. “You've beaten this team before.”

“Yeah! They don't stand a chance!” Cyrus said. “Not that I remember who they are. Which team is it again?”

Buffy giggled at her friend’s attempt to understand basketball. “The Raptors.”

“Oh. I'm sorry who?”

“The girls’ basketball team from Salt Lake.”

“Salt Lake?” Cyrus asked, his head perking up, suddenly interested. He coughed a bit, trying to hide his excitement. “Salt Lake, huh?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said, confused at the way Cyrus was acting.

“Why the interest, Cy?” Andi asked, curiously leaning towards him.

“What? No. No interest at all. Just heard some stuff about some people,” Cyrus said, desperately trying to feign disinterest.

“Sure,” Andi said, eventually leaving it and turning back to Buffy, whispering words of encouragement as she rubbed comforting circles on her back.

The single life is a hard one, Cyrus mused as he looked out of the window of the car. Or not. Because TJ existed. And he was going to his school.

TJ. It had been 2 months since that fateful week in the hotel. At first, he and TJ had texted furiously all day and all night, waffling on about random topics till the sun peeked through Cyrus’ curtains. They had tried many times to meet, but somehow, the stars never really aligned. Eventually, as school began, they texted less and less. Cyrus fell back into his usual routine with his friends, his hours still punctuated with checking his phone, wondering if maybe TJ had responded. When they did text, they still kept it casual, flirting every now and then. But it was starting to feel confusing.

He liked TJ, Cyrus thought. There was no doubt in his mind about the fact. But he wondered if TJ still felt the same. That week could have been just that. Just a week where emotions ran too wild and confused. Maybe, when he got back, he realised that he didn't actually like Cyrus. He only thought he did because there was no one else around. That thought was not one Cyrus liked to think, but think it he did. And he was positive that was the truth.

So that's why he didn't text TJ about him coming to his school. It's not like they would even see each other.

Also, he hadn't told Andi or Buffy about anything that had happened. When he came back and when they asked how it was, he just gave a noncommittal shrug. He liked it being his little secret. Plus, he didn't know how well Buffy would take to the fact that he had kissed the captain of their apparent rival school’s boys’ team a couple of times. Also, if it wasn't going to go anywhere, why bother saying anything at all? Thinking is too much effort, Cyrus decided, simply looking out the window at the roads going by.

Okay the school was massive, Cyrus thought to himself, as he followed Buffy and her team into the gym. There were many students, already cheering for the Raptors. This was going to get brutal. Luckily, Jefferson didn't come unprepared, having brought a lot of students to cheer in response.

“Okay, now I'm even more nervous,” Buffy said, turning to Andi and Cyrus.

“Don't be, you're going to be great,” Andi replied, hugging her.

“And I have got my signs and megaphones for a reason,” Cyrus said, gesturing to his bag.

“Come on, let's find seats,” Andi said, pulling Cyrus with her, not before giving Buffy a good luck kiss.

“Do you guys have to make me feel bad about being single?” Cyrus asked as Andi dragged him away from where Buffy stood, blushing furiously.

“Well, that's what you get for missing when we got together,” She said, pulling him down to their seats on the bleachers.

“Yeah, I missed a lot.”

“Yeah. But, so did we,” Andi said, now fully turning to Cyrus.

“What do you mean?” Cyrus asked, confused.

“Cyrus, I'm not blind. And neither is Buffy. You say that week you went on holiday was a non-event. But was it? You've been different since you got back. Happier, even? Normally, you're the one telling us to get off our phones and there you were, furiously texting as if your life depended on it. But, recently, you've mellowed down, as if you're giving up or something.”

Cyrus just sat there, shocked as Andi spoke. They noticed this stuff?

Andi ploughed on. “And today. As soon as Buffy said we were going to Salt Lake School, you instantly seemed interested. Sure, you tried downplaying it, but we saw it. We see you, Cyrus. What's actually going on?”

Andi finished, looking expectantly at Cyrus. And he tried to hold back tears. They actually noticed how he was.

“I can't believe you actually noticed any of that,” he said softly, his voice tight.

“Why wouldn't we?”

“I never thought you ever noticed me. Because, any time I tried to talk to you guys, something else would always come up that was more important. So after a while, I just stopped saying much.”

Andi’s eyes went wide as she realised just what her friend had been thinking. She hugged Cyrus as tight as she could, squeezing his shoulders.

“Cyrus, I'm so sorry! I had no clue that's what you thought! God, I feel like a pathetic friend.”

“No, no. Don't think that!” Cyrus said, pulling away to look at Andi. “I was wrong because of course you guys care. We're the Good Hair Crew, after all, we stick together.”

They both smiled and hugged each other again, Cyrus suddenly feeling happy in the moment.

They pulled away after a while, still holding hands as they saw Buffy and her team warming up. Cyrus pulled out megaphones and handed them to Jefferson students, everyone taking them. All of them knew that when it came to cheering, Cyrus was the master.

“So,” Andi said as she turned to Cyrus, after waving to Buffy. “Are you going to tell me what happened then?”

“Yeah, I will, it's just,” Cyrus started, stopping suddenly as he looked across the court, catching a glimpse of blonde hair and a basketball hoodie.

TJ.

“Cyrus?” Andi asked, trying to get his attention. But all other sounds were muffled. It was like Cyrus’ senses had tunnelled in, and all he could see was TJ.

The boy was busy talking to the other captain. When he turned, he caught Cyrus’ eye and just stood still. Time may as well have stopped as the two stared at each other across the gym, the cheers of students becoming just a background score. TJ looked shocked, of course. He had no idea that Cyrus would be there, even though he knew that the Spikes were the team the girls were facing.

He still looks amazing, Cyrus thought ruefully. He should have been happy, but he couldn't help believing the nagging thought at the back of his head. That TJ realised that he didn't actually like Cyrus that way, that the hotel was just a brief burst of emotion. Cyrus looked down, breaking eye contact. And just like that, the cheers and noise returned.

Andi had followed his line of sight, noticing the boy across the court, and even though he wasn't near, nothing could mistake the confusion and hurt on his face when Cyrus looked away.

“Cy?” She asked, squeezing Cyrus’ hand to get him to look at her. “Does it have something to do with that boy there?”

Cyrus looked up at her in resignation. “Yeah, it does. His name is TJ.”

“I think I may have guessed what happened. But, still. Tell me.”

“Right now? The game’s about to begin,” Cyrus said, incredulous.

“Yeah. Right now.”

“Whoa, okay,” Andi said, after Cyrus had finished explaining everything. She looked back at Cyrus, feeling pleasantly surprised but happy for her friend. But still she was confused about one thing. “But this doesn't explain why you look so sad.”

Cyrus sighed. “I know that I like TJ. Of course, I do. How could I not?” He laughed weakly. “But I also know that he probably realised he doesn't actually like me. It was just something to remain back in that hotel, I guess.”

Andi was surprised. She couldn't believe that Cyrus thought it almost impossible for someone to like him. She may have believed him, had she not seen how TJ looked when Cyrus turned away. That look of hurt wouldn't come from a person who didn't like someone.

“Cyrus, no offence? But I think you're wrong.”

“How could you know that, Andi?” Cyrus asked.

“Because I saw TJ too. When you turned away from him, he looked hurt. Confused. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that means he still likes you. And is probably worried about the same thing as you are.”

Cyrus looked up at Andi, the realisation finally clicking.

It made sense. The irregular texting, the look across the gym. How could he have been so blind?

“You both really are stupid,” Andi said, softly laughing. “You're made for each other.”

Cyrus laughed, immediately opening his phone to texts from TJ.

TJ: cy

TJ: i dont know what i have done

TJ: but please

TJ: can we talk

TJ: now that were in the same place

TJ: ok this is a long shot but

TJ: im at the park

TJ: if u want to come come

TJ: but if u dont ill get it

Cyrus looked at Andi looking at him expectantly. “So?” She asked.

“I have to go,” Cyrus said, scrambling to get up. “Oh no, wait!” Cyrus said, freezing. “What about the game? Buffy will kill me,”

“I'll make her understand. Now go!” Andi yelled, pushing Cyrus to move.

He had no idea what he was going to do, but somehow it would work out.

See, running after the person you like is romantic but they never tell you about the truth of exercise, Cyrus thought as he leaned against a tree in the park, trying to catch his breath. He used that chance to look around for TJ. His eyes roamed the expanse of the park until he saw a figure sitting on the swings. It was unmistakably him.

Cyrus tried to calm the squeal his heart was letting out, trying to not have any hopes. Nothing is changed by the fact that TJ also goes to the swings to calm down. NOTHING.

He walked up behind TJ, trying to not alert the boy of his presence. With each step he took, he felt his heart beating faster.

“Long time no see.”

TJ turned around fast, seeing Cyrus standing by the swingset. His eyes instantly lit up, a smile coming on his face. But it fell soon after as he grew unsure.

“Cyrus.”

Why did that one word break his heart and also make it flutter, Cyrus asked himself, as he went over closer to TJ.

“Look, I’m sorry. For whatever it is I did,” TJ said, standing up. “I know it’s probably because you don’t like me like-”

Cyrus didn’t let TJ complete his sentence, grabbing the front of TJ’s shirt to pull him into a kiss to shut him up before he continued. TJ was surprised at first, but almost immediately slipped his arms around Cyrus’ waist, pulling him closer.

They pulled away to take a breath, resting their foreheads together, noses touching. TJ had an astonished smile on his face and he looked at Cyrus, surprise and happiness in his eyes.

Cyrus cupped TJ’s cheeks, opening his eyes to look at TJ.

“I don’t think there is a universe where I don’t like you, TJ,” Cyrus whispered.

TJ’s eyes widened, a smile of relief coming on his face, shining as bright as the sun. “I don’t think there is a universe where I don’t like you too, Cyrus.”

They pulled away, hands still clasped together. They sat on the swings, swaying for a while in comfortable silence, constantly sneaking glances at the other and blushing when they made eye contact.

After a while, Cyrus looked at TJ. “I’m sorry, by the way. In the gym.”

“It was nothing Cyrus, really.”

“No! But I am. I just thought,” Cyrus said, hesitant.

“What is it?”

“I just, I thought that you realised you didn’t actually like me as anything more. I’m not the most amazing person there is, after all.”

“Hey,” TJ said, squeezing Cyrus’ hand. “To me, you are the most amazing person, okay? You are incredible, Cyrus. You deserve to know that, to be told that.”

Cyrus smiled softly, getting off his swing to kiss TJ on his cheek. “Thank you, TJ.”

TJ smiled back at him, laughing after a while.

“What happened?”

“What you were worried about,” TJ said, looking embarrassed. “That was what I was worried about, except with you.”

The two boys laughed at that. “We really are stupid, aren’t we?” TJ said.

“Oh yes we are.”

They stayed like that for a while until TJ suddenly started.

“Wait. The game! We should head back right?” TJ said, jumping off the swing in a hurry. “Your friend is playing and I was supposed to stand by with our team.”

“Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Yeah, we should go,” Cyrus said sadly. “But, just one minute more?”

TJ looked back at the boy fondly. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Will you go on a date with me? For real?” TJ asked nervously.

Cyrus smiled back at him, wrapping his hands around TJ’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“What’s the score, Andi?” Cyrus asked, sliding into the seat beside her.

“I have zero clue,” Andi said, suddenly jerking up when she realised it was Cyrus. “Wait, you’re back? How did it go? What did he say?”

“Whoa whoa Andi, slower,” Cyrus said, laughing.

“Cyrus Goodman I swear to God if you came back here without getting together with that boy, I am dragging you across the gym so you can do it in front of my eyes.”

“Okay okay. If you must know,” Cyrus said, looking over to the other side of the gym where TJ sat. They looked at each other, both smiling like crazy. Cyrus took the chance to blow a kiss to TJ, the other boy exaggeratedly catching it and holding it to his chest. Laughing, Cyrus turned to a gobsmacked and excited Andi. “Does that answer your question, Andi?”

“See, we told you Buffy. They never stood a chance,” Cyrus said, giving her a bone-crushing hug.

“I knew you’d win, babe,” Andi said, hugging Buffy, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thanks, you guys. I’m so happy you were here for it all. Or well, one of you was there for it all,” Buffy said, pointedly staring at Cyrus in mock anger.

Cyrus held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, Buff!”

“Why did you go out, by the way?”

Cyrus and Andi shared a look, further perplexing Buffy.

“Well, here’s the thing,” Cyrus started, before abruptly stopping as he saw a figure approach them.

“Hey, Driscoll!” TJ called out, approaching the three from behind. “Good game. Your team is good.”

“Thanks,” Buffy replied, proud. “Kippen, right? Salt Lake boys’ team captain?”

“In the flesh.”

Buffy hummed in appreciation as she shook TJ’s hand. Cyrus let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Okay, they didn’t hate each other too much. Good, good.

TJ smirked, looking over at Andi and Cyrus, his eyes softening. “Andi, right?”

“Yup,” Andi said, smiling at Cyrus as she shook TJ’s hand, before moving to stand with Buffy.

TJ went in front of TJ, his face all in a grin. Even Cyrus was finding it hard to keep his smile hidden.

“Hi there, Cyrus,” TJ said cheekily.

“TJ,” Cyrus replied with equal cheek.

“What’s going on?” Buffy whispered to Andi, confused.

TJ stuck his hand forward to Cyrus, saying, “Glad to finally meet you.”

Cyrus shook his hand. “Same here.” They both shook hands, but didn’t let go when they were done, leaving Buffy in greater confusion. Andi desperately tried to control her laughter at the two boys’ actions. At least she now knew that they truly deserved each other.

“They haven’t let go,” Buffy whispered to Andi.

“I know.”

“This is getting weirder and weirder.”

Andi smiled at her girlfriend. “I know.”

Cyrus and TJ really tried to keep up their act, but caved soon, TJ just pulling Cyrus to him, pulling him in for a kiss, one that Cyrus smiled into.

Buffy gasped behind them, making them jump apart, sending Andi laughing hysterically.

“Cyrus Goodman, you explain yourself right now!” Buffy yelled, causing Cyrus and TJ to also join Andi in laughing as they saw Buffy’s shocked and confused face.

“What is it, Buffy? Can’t a guy kiss his boyfriend?” Cyrus asked.

“Boyfriend, huh?” TJ asked, raising an eyebrow at Cyrus’ words.

“Yeah. Wait, is that okay? Too much?” Cyrus asked, worried.

TJ softly giggled, kissing Cyrus on the head. “I love it, Cy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Being your boyfriend? That’s the best thing that could ever happen to me,” TJ said, kissing Cyrus on the cheek.

“Um, hello?! Can we calm the PDA for an explanation?! You still haven’t heard me,” Buffy said, wildly waving her arms to get Cyrus’ attention.

“What is it, Buffy?” Cyrus asked, still laughing at how his best friend was so puzzled.

“What? How? When did this happen??”

Cyrus looked up at TJ, a small smile on his face as he looked at his boyfriend, the memories of the past flooding in.

“In a hotel, about 2 months ago.”

~~~~~

oml how did this turn out so weird but i really tried.

also sorry it became kinda angsty i jUST CANT HELP MYSELF

But hope you guys liked part 2!

#andi mack #tyrus #my fic #tyrus fanfic #tyrus fanfiction #hearts and hotels #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #buffy driscoll #bandi #tj x cyrus #fluff #angst #happy ending

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mintchocolateleaves · 5 years

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Locked Out The Other Side (1/?)

Summary: At the end of the day, Jake isn’t brave, or an adventurer. He wants to be, but he is not. He is just a sixteen-year-old boy who wants to go home, Or, on Earth-C, Jake can't find himself settling down in the same way others do. So, he decides to head somewhere that seems more like home. His own, personal adventure.

Notes: You guys KNEW THIS WAS COMING. I mention reading HS, you all should have known. Okay so essentially, I love Jake. I wanna write a lot for him. If tumblr’s being a pain then here’s an [AO3 Link]

Jake isn’t exactly sure what he’s expecting the moment he opens his eyes, but honestly, it’s not this. He’s not expecting to wake up halfway across the tiny village they now call home, with goosebumps on his arms and eyes staring up at the stars. He’s pretty sure he should be back in his new room, the one that’s bare of any movie posters, and not in the cold of the evening.

Although really, he says that it’s cold, but frankly, it’s not that much. Not really.

Sure, goosebumps are rising up his skin, but that doesn’t mean he’s not comfortable, lying here and staring up. It’s nice knowing that he’s one of the reasons these stars exist now, except, well, not really, he didn’t really do anything and Jake knows that and-

Oh.

Maybe lying down here looking up at the stars isn’t so comfortable after all.

He pushes himself up, blinks as he rubs at his eyes and checks to see if his phone is in his pocket. In the past, he used to text mainly with his skull-top helmet, but now that seems kind of… silly. And impractical.

Nowadays it’s just him and his phone, and honestly, Jake is surprised when pushing into his pocket shows that he does, in fact, have his phone on him. For a moment it was a little nice to think maybe, in the depths of the evening, it had been just him.

Still, his phone is here, still mostly charged, and so he takes the opportunity to check Pesterchum. He wouldn’t want to be ignoring anybody, because honestly, he’s probably a bit too skilled at ignoring people and that’s not a skill he should be condoning.

Honestly, he shouldn’t be surprised that there are none.

He scrolls down and there are messages from the day before, all of them answered in quick succession because else the same tightness in his chest would return. A message from John mentioning how they’re hosting a movie night and wouldn’t it be cool if Jake joined them? A quick hello from Roxy asking if he was going to explore a little bit with her, Jane and Dirk.

Both rejected.

It’s not that Jake doesn’t want to watch any movies, but the idea of getting together in a big group kind of leaves him feeling kind of… strange. Like, he’d probably be so focused on not making a huge fool of himself that he’d end up making a fool of himself – and even then, he wouldn’t even be watching the movie.

He’d told John maybe another time. Maybe they could watch movies with just the two of them? He kind of thinks that’d be nice.

And the whole Roxy exploration idea? Gee, it’d be cool and all, he’s always loved exploring but well. Jane hates him, and Dirk was so mad at him when they broke up and honestly, most days he thinks Roxy’s only being nice to him because she’s like, pitying him and just being polite.

His phone buzzes.

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 04:21 --

GG: hi jake!!!

GG: couldnt sleep either huh

GT: Not really.

GG: that sucks :(

GG: i cant really sleep either so i was just tending to the plants were growing

GG: have you been to the green house yet

GT: Not yet.

GG: its pretty cool im growing pumpkins again

GG: remember in our letters how i was always losing pumpkins

GG: i recently found out that it was roxy who was taking them shes really cool :)

GT: Yeah.

GG: hey jake are you okay you dont seem okay :(

GT: Gosh jade i didn't mean to worry you!!

GT: I'm actually feeling quite merry right now!

GT: I woke up because it's a bit chilly in here so i'm going to get nice and toasty and head back to sleep.

GT: Sorry i can't stay and talk but an adventurer needs his sleep you know!!

GT: until tomorrow jade!

-- golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 04:24 --

GG: ok

GG: :(

GG: im worried about you jake

GG: ill talk to you tomorrow

-- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 04:31 ----

Jake slips his phone back into his pocket, pushing himself up so he can hug his knees. Now that he’s firmly not looking at the sky and the stars, he’s staring out past their village, to the trees that seem to loom over them.

He’s not sure whether they loom because they’re so large, or whether it’s because recently he’s been feeling pretty small.

Jake isn’t entirely sure, but he doesn’t really think the difference is that large anyway, so not knowing is fine. Adventurers don’t mind not knowing things, and Jake is an adventurer, even if he’s not really been doing much of that recently.

Breathing out a sigh, he blinks again.

Funny how since they’ve come to Earth-C they’ve all pretty much stayed in the same area. Sure, they adventure out sometimes – like Roxy and the others, they’d been fine with looking around the immediate vicinity – but he doesn’t think that they’ve gone any further than a few miles.

Maybe because they’ve got a home here, and there’s no point searching for anything else when they’ve already got that.

The only thing is, with the busyness of this entire place, the amount of people – human, troll or carapace – Jake doesn’t really consider this place to be home. He’s got a room, and he’s got his own space, but home isn’t…

Home isn’t this.

It is secluded, hidden away on an island that is purely his. It’s overgrown vines and mystic ruins, isolation and seclusion. It’s having the space to be on his own without ever feeling like he’s trying to hide away.

Disappearing is something Jake’s been trying to do recently. He’s not altogether good at it, but he’s not bad at it.

Really, it’s not that he wants to disappear, but rather: Jake wants what he’s wanted since their session ended, since it even began, and that’s just… to go home. Earth C is so foreign to what he’s used to, that most days he thinks that maybe everything he’s remembering is gone for good.

Actually, that isn’t a half bad idea.

If it’s impossible to feel settled here, in his bare room and isolated state, nervousness swimming through him – then why doesn’t he try to find the home he remembers? This new earth is similar in a lot of ways, so he reckons he could find at least something resembling the pacific island he’d lived on.

And if he can find it, then surely, he can… settle there.

It’s not like this place is really tying him down. He doesn’t know most of the people living here well enough to be tied to them, and those he does know? Roxy, Jane, Dirk…

Well, then they have their space from him. He wouldn’t want the lot of them to be anymore pestered by him than they already have.

It’d be an adventure.

And adventurer would definitely go for it. They’d map out the lands they explored, take note of the terrains as they search for the treasure that they’re certain is out there. They’d explore everything, they’d see places that they’d never been before and goddammit, maybe Jake hasn’t been an adventurer in a while but he-

He kind of wishes he could be one now.

He wishes he believed in himself enough to be one, to take that first step and grab everything he needs, to let everyone know that he’s going to find something great, past this village that they’re trying to raise. Jake wishes he was brave enough for that.

But he’s come to realise that honestly, he feels more like a fake, feels more like a coward than anyone brave, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t have the courage to let everyone know, to be an adventurer who gets to go on some sort of quest.

At the end of the day, Jake isn’t brave, or an adventurer. He wants to be, but he is not.

He is just a sixteen-year-old boy who wants to go home.

And that want is all he needs to decide to head out in search of it. It is not an adventure. It’s not some miraculous journey for him to find himself, or anything. It’s just Jake, and his head, and the thought that maybe things will feel a little better when he’s home.

It is a bright morning, the skies holding no clouds in sight, and Roxy Lalonde is ready for action.

She’s got a lot of plans in action for today, actually, because the sun is bright and although she’s late to push herself out of bed, she’s got things to do.

Most of the things are similar to yesterday. Help build a little more of the village up, help Jane with some baking, spend some time drawing with Callie. But today – today Roxy has a brand-new plan that she’s been musing over for a while.

Well, it’s more something she’d tried in a different way before, but today she’s pushing the issue. No longer will she skirt around it.

Roxy is going to find a way to bring their friendship group together again.

She’s been trying to subtly bring them altogether for a while now, and frankly, it’s been harder than she’d expected. Well – not really. The motion has been mostly a success.

Callie has integrated into the group easily enough, which has been amazing. And Jane has become much more comfortable talking with Dirk again, which is even better, because Roxy had been lowkey worried that their mutual affections would cause some bittersweet rivalry.

And Roxy herself, has managed to get over the big, awkward crush she’d tried to force onto Dirk in the past, managed to move past to a point where their conversations don’t seem as strained anymore.

There’s only one person that they’re missing and that’s Jake.

Roxy isn’t a fool, she knows when someone is dodging her attempts to bring everyone together, and Jake has been doing just that. He’s kind of a shut-in to be honest, turning down all of her promises for adventure before she even has the chance to emphasise how awesome they’re going to be.

But enough is enough.

Today is the day.

Roxy’s got her game on and she’s going to drag Jake out on an adventure with them today, whether he wants to or not. Even if he throws a tantrum and the entire day goes horribly for it, she doesn’t care.

They’re going to hang out because how else are they supposed to get over all the things they’ve said and done to each other as a group. She won’t let him remain idle while the rest of the universe moves on.

No throwing away of friendships today, no, no.

Jake lives near the end of the village, on the side nearer to the river than the forest. It’s not that far a distance from where Roxy herself lives, so she settles on walking, letting her kitten, Frigglish the second, pad along beside her for some exercise.

“Let’s go get Jake,” she says to the cat, leaning down to run her fingers through soft fur, grinning as the cat follows beside her. “This is going to be so, frickin’ sweet.”

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] started pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 11:05 --

TG: janey

TG: adventrue today!!!

TG: *adventure

TG: be ready okay

GG: Alright, see you soon! :B

GG: Cupcakes?

TG: hells yeah <3

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] stopped pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 11:09 --

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] started pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 11:10 --

TG: di-stri!!!

TG: ur adventurin wit/ us today right??

TG: u cant say no

TT: If I can’t say no, then isn’t the answer yes?

TG: exactly!!

TG: see u there

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] stopped pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 11:14 --

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] started pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 11:15 --

TG: jakey-boiii

-- golgothasTerror is now an idle chum! --

TG: dammit jake

TG: were draggin you out of isolation

TG: this is a prison break

TG: we wont take no for an answer

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] stopped pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 11:16 --]

“You know what Frigglish the second,” Roxy says, glancing down at her cat as it pads along beside her, coming to a stop just outside the door to Jake’s house. “I think this adventure is going to be pretty epic.”

Frigglish the second lets out a small mewl that Roxy takes as agreement. Then, he lets out a second mewl that’s a slightly different pitch. Roxy implies the meaning to be one of, knock on the door already.

Roxy does.

Knuckles rapping on the door, she offers three sharp knocks, waiting for the any signs of life behind the door. She doesn’t know much about Jake’s sleeping habits recently, but she doesn’t think he’d still be asleep at eleven in the morning. He’d always seemed like more of an early bird.

“Jake!” She knocks again, this time, several more raps echoing a jingle she remembers enjoying before they’d played Sburb. “Jakey, open the door, we’re going on an adventure!”

Jake does not open the door.

Fine, if he wants to play things that way, Roxy thinks, then she’ll just up her game. She’s not a rogue of the void for nothing.

Closing her eyes, Roxy visualises the object she wants in her mind, fingers tingling slightly as she tries to bring the object into existence. It doesn’t take too long until she feels the object plop into her hand, corporeal and weighty.

“Last chance Jake,” Roxy calls, opening her eyes again. There is no movement. “Fine, I’m coming in.”

Taking the object she’s conjured, she lifts it up to the door handle. It’s a key, brass coloured, and it fits within the hole almost as if it were the real thing. Maybe because with her powers, it pretty much is.

The door unlocks with a faint click, and Roxy pushes it open, wincing slightly at the creak. Jake’s really got to put that on his to-do list, creaks like that belong in a horror movie or something.

“Jake?”

She searches through the rooms individually, glancing around. Some areas are messier than others, but most importantly, they’re all empty. No life in sight other than Roxy and her cat.

Jake is gone.

#homestuck #jake english #jade harley #dirk strider #dirkjake #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #mywriting #Fic: Locked Out The Other Side

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pollenprince · 7 years

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EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.

// okay I maaaay have gone just a liiiiiitle bit overboard with this so sorry for thatalso sorry if you wanted it to be a perfect piece of fluff because i went and made it sad and now i feel sad myself please save me

"...Ma! Ma-a-a! Unkie Tom is being weird again!"

"How interesting. What did he do now?"

"He's crying over that - ugh - that stupid dolphin! An' I tell him, she's alright, she got a tail - but! Ugh! He don' listen! An' he says she still lost her tail first, she's poor this an' poor that, an'..."

There is a loud, hearty laugh, and a large fluffy paw rests on the kid's messy hair.

"First things first, it is 'he doesn't', not 'he don't'. Remember? Now, dear", Toriel says with just a hint of irony in her honeylike voice. "As far as I remember, you shed a few tears over that story as well".

"Am a kid, Ma! An' he's a grown up." Frisk squints at her, furious at Uncle Tom's sensitivity. "An' it was an hour ago - no cryin' now!"

"Fine, fine, my child. I understand you. Yet I believe you are too hard on him. Show a little Kindness to your poor old Uncle, will you not?"

Frisk makes a sound of distress, shrugs and walks away, throwing their hands in the air in capitulation. Wind plays with their hair, and tall dry grass strokes their knees, covered in colorful patches of mismatched bandaids.

Toriel laughs again, but her laugh turns into a surprised little squeak as two hands hug her from behind rather tightly.

"What was that about?"

"Tom has been crying again", she answers, leaning back so she can briefly nuzzle noses with Asgore. Her tone is more playful than concerned, as if Tom crying is a bit of a family anecdote, which it is.

"Oh, is that really so?" Asgore says, raising his brows, and Toriel giggles in his arms. "Well, I suppose he will need a double portion of chamomilla tea today. Now, could you give me a hand with that blanket?"

"I guess you could say that would certainly come in hand-y", Toriel says solemnly, and they both smile while they lay the blanket under the tree.

***

Frisk walks across the field, hands flying up now and then in an attempt to regain their balance when their feet get tangled in the grass. The sun touches the back of their head, and it becomes burning hot very soon. They muffle their hair and snuff with a serious face.

Behind them, their friends settle down for a picnic. Asgore and Toriel busy themselves with food; Snowy, his father, mother and little sister work together to keep the drinks cold; the skeleton family is tinkering with the fireworks; the dogs are in charge of the barbeque, and Gerson watches them so they don't drop too much fur on the meat; Shyren sings along with her sister and two small shy ghosts; Undyne shouts something motivational while Alphys laughs herself breathless, long given up on attempts to stop her girlfriend, and the sound of her happy laugh rings far across the field.

Frisk keeps walking.

They climb a hill, stubbornly clenching their fists when the cheerful hum behind them becomes especially clear and loud. Their goal is there, on top of the hill, and they are determined to get there.

They get there.

"Unkie Tom?" they call out hesitantly. "Am sorry. For, uh. For saying you are weird. Cause, uh. It was a real sad story. I guess".

There is a rustle, a low drone, as if somebody has blown into a fire. Then-

"Oh, okay", a deep voice says, and it is both watery and warm. "I don't mind, really. I am a crybaby, right? I am and I know that and I am proud".

"You not - not mad at me?"

"How could I be? Now - come 'ere".

Frisk smiles uneasily and comes a step closer, and then - then a giant horned head descends to them to carefully press its nose to the top of the child's head.

"We are good?" asks the head with the same warm voice, and its green eyes watch Frisk with concern.

"Yeah". They touch the nose; it is warm and covered in soft fur. "Thanks, Unkie. Can I - can I talk to Asriel, pretty please?"

"Oh. Sure".

The beast in front of Frisk, an enormous dragon covered in white fur, shakes its head - wind whistles in its vicious horns, in its seven pairs of wings. All his fourteen eyes blink before one pair of them flies open and the others shut completely. Two mighty front paws dig into the ground a little deeper, each talon is as big as Frisk's head.

Then, the beast lowers its stare and says, "Howdy".

"Howdy", Frisk says.

"It's a nice day for a picnic", Asriel says. "I like the sun. Everybody does".

"How're they doing?"

"Oh, everything is quite well". The beast scratches its head. "Ana is mad at Terry. Again. She says they rush in too much".

"Yeah, I know", Frisk says. They pick a grass leaf and start tearing it to small pieces.

"Dina wants a grilled tomato", Asriel says thoughtfully. "I guess we will eat some, later".

"Okay".

"..." There is a momentary pause, before another familiar voice muses: "Nancy has been sleeping more and more lately. You could say it is a disturbing occurence".

"Hi, Chara".

"Greetings, Frisk". Neither their voice nor their eyes (deep, royal red) are filled with warmth. Chara doesn't like humans too much; they have grown to somewhat tolerate six people they share a body with, and now they are growing to tolerate Frisk, but it is a lengthy process. Frisk didn't have a chance to meet them in person, because Chara died in their forties from some human illness a century before Frisk fell, but they think that maybe even if Chara had lived twice and thrice their age, it wouldn't have changed much.

"I got you chocolate". They dig into their pockets, pull out a bar, get rid of the wrapper and hold it up on their palms as if feeding a horse. "Ma don' know about it".

"How interesting". Chara sounds a bit surprised, as always; but excessive treats is one (and probably only) way to get their benevolence. They bend down and take the treat with soft lips, pretty much like a horse. "It has melted".

"Kept it in ma' pocket. It's hot".

"The weather has been quite warm lately", Chara says most fashionably, and Frisk rolls their eyes at the prospect of smalltalk.

"Yeah. Um - can I get Asriel back?"

"Perhaps, if he is feeling up to it", Chara replies, and it is a clear sign they don't mind Frisk that much nowadays; a year ago they would say something like 'Don't you have anything better to do than to pester him?' Frisk shrugs and waits, and in a few seconds Asriel shakes his head and looks down at them.

"Hi again. What do you want?"

Frisk doesn't answer. Instead, they stare at the sad remains of a grass leaf in their hands.

"You're a hero", they say finally. It isn't meant to be a question or an attempt at flattering - just a calm recognition of the fact.

Asriel bends his head to one side, and his wings shiver. "Am I?"

Frisk shrugs. "They say so".

"Oh".

The last pieces of the grass leaf are dropped down. "I think I like it. That I'm not a hero. If being hero is like this".

Asriel jerks. "...Oh. Well. Okay. Well, you never had to make a choice to be one, so".

"Yeah". Frisk never had to become a hero, a savior, an angel, a last soul; that role had already been filled. When they fell down (on a large, soft heap of hay), a couple of welcoming monsters greeted them and led safely all the way to New Home. They caught a glimpse of Dina in her last days: she was very old already and didn't see much, but her cold fingers managed to curl once around Frisk's small, warm palm. A little later, she was gone, and then the Star of the Underground took her soul like he did with all the others.

Frisk has heard this story countless times. Eight human children fell into the Underground. They came, they died, but they never left, because no one could leave from under the Barrier. The very first human kid, Chara, died so soon, and there was no plan, back then - when their sibling took their soul, it was a gesture of anguish and grief, not a step towards the monsters' liberation; but in the end, the first step it was. Then the second kid came, small and sickly, who passed away the youngest; then came the children who stayed till their heads went grey and their fingers shaky, but their souls never wavered. They all lived in New Home with the royal family, until they died as well, one by one, and the Star, the Hero, the Angel, the Savior took their souls, one by one. Frisk was never meant to save anyone. But they were the first human kid to ever leave the Underground alive. The rest of them...

The rest of them are right here, all together, trapped and tied and tangled in the giant prison of a monster's body.

Frisk toys with the hem of their shirt.

"I like not being a hero", they say again. "I don' think I can be, even. Too hard. Does it hurt?"

Asriel blinks with his fourteen eyes, and it looks like a glimpse of a rainbow.

"...No. Maybe just a little. I got used to it".

"When will you - let go?"

"What?.."

"You have to let go", Frisk says. It is something they heard a lot lately and had thought about long before. "Miss Deborah said so. She said all souls have to move on. To heaven. Heaven has a lot of nice things", they add with an authoritative air. "You have to let them go there".

"No". Asriel shakes his head. "No, no, Frisk. You don't - you don't understand. You are too small".

"Am not small. Know a lot of stuff", Frisk mumbles. "See a lot, too. See how Ma and Pa look at you. I think they want that too".

"No". The beast becomes agitated; its wings shiver uncontrollably, its eight voices combine into one. "No, that won't do. That won't do. You just imagine things. It is better for us. For them".

"Chara, tell 'im!"

One voice rises over the others. "Tell him what? I think keeping this form is the best course of action. First of all, it gives the monsterkind an ultimate weapon against the humans. What is an army to a god? Second, this way Asgore and Toriel do not age. All in all, I just do not agree with your logic".

Frisk huffs and stomps. Chara often acts as a voice of reason for Asriel, but sometimes they are even more delusional than he is.

"Cannot stay like this, forever", they say stubbornly and helplessly. "Cannot".

"No. No, no, no". One final shake of the mighty head. Eight voices like bells, fourteen wings flap above. "No one has to leave. No one has to die. Isn't it better, like this? Isn't it the happy ending?"

"Are you happy, Asriel?" Frisk asks suddenly, and their voice is small and sad.

The beast falls still and silent. It stares down; its eyes open and close, as if looking at each other, and it repeats "Am I happy?" in eight echoing, reverberating voices, all at once and one by one.

"Are you?"

"Yes", eight voices say. "We are happy".

"Am speaking to Asriel".

The beast falls silent.

"What's - your favorite color?" Frisk says. No one answers. "Used ta be pink, last year. You spoke a lot more, too. Before you spoke so much. Before you took Dina, and a bit after. Now you only talk about them. About your human souls. Like you are - fading. Going away". They look up and hold their hands up, and the beast, tamed, lowers its head enough for them to touch its chin. "I don' want you to go. I don' want you to go at all".

There is a minute's silence. Then the beast closes all its eyes, and one pair of them slowly blinks open. Their color is brilliant green.

"The kiddo is right", Tom says, deep and warm and kind. "It was a nice time. I was happy to see the sun once again. But it is time for us to move on. It is time for us to let you live your life".

Green eyes close, and another pair flies open, the one of radiant yellow. "That would only be fair", Dina says. "We had our shot and we lived our lives, and we can't say those lives were too bad. We have to pay that debt now".

A spark of cyan. "I want to join my mom and dad", Nancy whispers in a thin, sleepy voice. "They have been waiting for me for too long. I don't want to try their patience too much".

Dark blue eyes shine next. "True", Moby says solemnly. "I always tried to help people around me. Being selfish would mean not being true to myself. I cannot afford it".

"Hey, I'm not that much of a coward to cover behind a kid's back!" Terry cries out, and their eyes are a blast of orange. "I want to see what is out there, after all! I bet Betsy was really off about the afterlife".

"You are a cabbagehead, but you are right", Ana says, and their eyes glow deep purple. "We have reached the end. The only thing we can do is leave. I hope my sins will still be absolved..."

"NO!" Asriel screams, and all the eyes are squeezed shut. "No, no, no! We will stay together, we have to, no one has to die, no one has to die, no one, no one, I cannot lose you, cannot lose you all, cannot, cannot..."

A large light drop falls close to Frisk's feet. Another one gets their hands wet. They sigh and press themselves to the white soft fur and let Asriel cry - a broken, remorseful, unconsollable sound.

"Why, Tom", Asgore says, walking closer with a teapot in his hand. "Are you still upset over the dolphin?.."

***

The picnic goes just fine.

After the sun sets and the monsters are done packing, Asgore, Toriel and Frisk go to say goodbye to Asriel - he is too big to fit into any house, so he lives in the country in large comfy barn, and he isn't coming to the city with them. It has been a few years after the Barrier broke down, so they had plenty of time to make the barn as glamorous as possible.

"Goodbye, everyone", says Toriel after mentioning every one of her kids personally. "Be good, will you, my children? Sleep tight".

"You are always welcome in our house", Asgore adds as he does every time. "Day and night, whenever you would need us".

Seven voices echo "Bye, mom, dad", "Goodbye, Toriel and Asgore" and every variation of the two. Frisk waits a few steps aside, and they - as well as the seven pairs of watchful eyes - see the quick, uncomfortable look Asgore and Toriel share just a moment before parting with what became of their son.

"I still think what I said", Frisk whispers in the large white ear when the beast bends down to them. "An' I will never allow you to take my soul. Never".

"Oh", Asriel says in a desperate voice. "But maybe, later you will change your mind..."

"Never. Am determined". They press their palm to their chest, looking like maybe, in another time, in another story, they could very well be a hero. "Am never gonna change".

"...Don't", Asriel says. He nuzzles the top of their head. "Don't change. Please. Don't grow". He lets out a shivery sigh. "Everyone grows. Everyone has to change, and to age, and to die, and I don't understand why".

"Okay. I won't change", Frisk says as if this is the easiest promise to keep. They press their hands to the sides of his head. "Good night, Asriel".

"Good night, Frisk", Asriel says as they walk downhill, and their shadow stretches far, far across the quiet field.

***

It is night.

The beast sits alone (and yet never truly alone) on top of the hill. It should go, it knows that, but for some reason it doesn't want to.

The stars start appearing.

Did you want to see the stars, ask seven voices in the beast's head.

No one answers, but the beast perks up, listening.

Did you use to like stars? ask the voices. Did you dream of them? Did you call upon them? Did you ever want to touch them?

The beast grows restless. It stares up and digs its talons in the grass with a whimper.

Do you like the stars? Do you want to see them? Do you want to reach them? Do you want to be a star?

The beast's wings shiver and rise, as if it is preparing to jump, to fly, to touch the stars for real -but it doesn't. After a moment, the wings are still again, and the beast sits upright, watching the night sky.

You will have to let go one day, echo the voices quietly. You will have to, or it will hold you down forever. Or you will never be able to fly.

I don't want to fly, Asriel says. His voice is weak, weak, as if it is fading away - somewhere too far to call him anymore. I don't want to fly if that is what will keep you safe.

You are not meant to stay safe. You are meant to fall into the sky and lose yourself among the stardust. You are meant to risk. You are meant to live. You are meant to move on.

There is no answer. The beast sits there all night long, looking up at the stars.

"I am happy", it whispers, watching the constellations circle."I am happy. I am. I am".

The night is the darkest night ever.

#[ A CRACKED MEMENTO || MEME ]#if someone didn't catch #mettaton doesn't exist #alphys is a common scientist #gaster is alive #as well as the amalgamates #the core had never been built #undyne and papyrus never became friends actually #toriel is still with asgore and they do not grow old #asriel cannot truly 'grow up'

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haunt-me-x3 · 7 years

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Lines from songs that make my chest hurt "this is my body, the only thing that i own entirely" "miss you perfectly, like a dream" "i remember becoming winter, haunted by light / true love turned to sickness in my body, trembling all night" "The world is ending inside you, let it love you to death" "We cant change this place the way it changes us" "My concept of happiness is completely based on fiction / accustomed to disappointment from the human condition" "Im looking at pictures of myself smiling with people i dont talk to or even talk shit on anymore" "Im waiting on you to get better, even if that means nights spent in the outpatient center" "I cant bear to see him, like this again" "Maybe i should get some sunlight, but its just some yellow burden to me" "Shadows settle on the place that you left, our minds are troubled by the emptiness" "I am forgetting to be someone" "Whatever i did for you last year i cannot do again" "there is very little left of me, and its never coming back" "Theres no doubt in my mind that if you could you would try to crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through" "Someday, ill toss all your presents, and bury the letters left unsent" "If you be my star, ill be your sky, you can hide underneath me and come out at night" "I live to let you shine" "I was just 16 years old when i first lost my mind, in the summer metro ride, to the faceless ghosts inside" "Im not getting better, but i take these drugs i should, every night i sleep and hope i dream of something good" "Am i real to you? Can you even feel me?" "I am your ocean" "And i ask why? Why do we die?" "How can you be happy when you wear all black?" "I feel violent all the time, inside of me" "You ache through the days, cause youll never mend your ways" "Maybe human's not such a bad thing to be" "Shes not eating again, shes not eating again" "We've got your back, whatever thats worth" "I had a friend who had made a flag day, blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak" "It wont get better, that doesnt mean its gonna get any worse" "If theres one thing i could never confess, its that i cant dance a single step" "She imagined everything i said in falsetto, the only way to justify my childish despair" "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer" "I am learning to love, i am learning to let myself be loved" "Isnt it obvious to you?" "Im just a brain with a pet body" "I guess its not surprising but its spring and now i should leave" "Change my mind so much i cant even trust it, my mind changed me so much i cant even trust myself" "It pulls all on down my sore feet, i wanna go back to sleep" "We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves" "Remember through sounds, remember through smells, remember through colors, remember through towns" "In that room when i first knew that i could love you" "I am listening to hear where you are" "I wish i could save her in some sort of time machine" "Tired of being awake, take all yr klonopin" "You were never supposed to leave, now my heads splitting at the seams" "Nothing happens, no one tries, pull the trigger on my mind cuz lifes a fucking bummer" "I dont like how things change" "Flowers are born to die, let the pain be" "I hate my mind and im stuck here in it" "Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist, so keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, hold on....hold on for your life" "Brain never stops ticking, sometimes an on/off switch would sure come in handy" "My passion is spread too thin, its just like, i love...everything" "Somethings not right, shadows appear, i close my eyes...is this real life?" "I need your glow to glow" "Oh my god... youre in my head" "wanna be haunted, wanna be loved" "when i was younger i didnt have any fun" "you dont like me anymore" "He creeps into my bed, he fills me with dread, but everything is fine" "if the water takes me in the end, ill let myself drown" "Theres so much we could do if i wasnt dead" "i am not myself, havent been in months" "No one is invincible, everyone is immortal" "Everything feels cold when you lack something familiar, there was light trapped where the sun was... this is harder than i thought" "Try to find your way out to a city so big that it is bound to keep your secrets" "Wake up, is this a dream or reality?" "Let the air and fairness in this achey atmosphere erase the fear of coming off too strong" "left to find a reason to twist those thoughts so dry, one of us is always leaving, pile cans up to pass time" "I know i cant handle anything without losing my mind" "She is beautiful, but she dont mean a thing to me" "Only you can change yourself" "Home doesnt have an address" "they say you gotta pray if you wanna go to heaven, they dont tell you what to say when your whole life is turning to hell" "jesus christ im not scared to die, im a little bit scared of what comes after" "you ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love" "i want to feel more than just sorry for myself" "I used to be a better person" "Im breaking down in anybodys arms" "What a tragedy, you and me" "wonder what i would write, for a reason, if i just stopped breathing tonight" "Eyes that burn so bright they make me pure" "I slept all day, i awoke with distaste" "she bruises coughs, she splutters pistol shots" "im learning how to be here and nowhere else" "on your machine i slur a plea for you to come home, but i know its too late, i should have given you a reason to stay" "But i wish i still felt the same now, but i am emptier than ever somehow" "I cant abide by rules which are not my own"

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Stablehand!AU Mingi

*partner to prince!yunho au “*this post was commissioned | commission info | other ateez aus

a plain and simple stable boy with a heart of gold and absolutely NO filter about anything

his parents taught him to be hardworking, loyal, but above all - always speak the truth

and that’s why

he can’t lie to save his life. can’t even keep a secret even after he promised he would, and not because he doesn’t want to

but the guilt paints his ears red and he’s stammering and making up excuses that make no sense

until finally he just blurts out the secret and everyone is like mINGI and he gets embarrassed but really everyone should know by now that he just

he’s transparent to a fault

maybe that’s why animals love him so much - ever since he was a kid, running through town with stray dogs at his heels

trying to smuggle in kittens into the barn - thanks to his effort, there are about five of them now

and the other stablehands know the king and queen HATE having strays around so they hide them

mingi can’t lie - so he usually just shoves two cats into his overalls and runs off before he has to face any of the royals

because oH he’s gotta go uhhhhhhh clean the pasture again

isn’t lazy, but when he’s got down time he enjoys a nice sleep up in the hay storage area

looks undeniably handsome with his rolled up sleeves and strong arms carrying saddles - but he is o b l i v i o u s

many of the maids think he’s cute and offer him treats from the kitchen which he always accepts with a big, shining smile that sends him swooning

but he’s like munch munch thank you!!! with his mouth full and the older stable hands are like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this kid ,,,,,,,,,,,, when will he learn

he’s younger than a lot of the other workers in the stable, so he doesn’t work with any of the personal royal family’s horses

instead, he takes care of the knight and carriage horses, hauling hay back and forth, grooming them when they’re not on duty

and when he was a kid - his father did the job before him - so he’s been around these horses since they themselves were just little colts

so he refers to them and everyone who works there as his “family” ,,,,, because well ,,,,,,,,, to him they really are

the prince, yunho, used to be a very close friend of his

sneaking off to play with mingi in the gardens when his tutors couldn’t catch him, but as they both grew older

mingi had sensed that yunho had drifted away - become too important to spend his time with a stablehand, instead attending to the business of a budding prince

but as much as mingi misses him, he didn’t let it bother him much

he’d always had a knack for friendleness - because he’s managed to be on good terms with just about,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, everyone else

from sous-chef seonghwa

to eccentric gardener wooyoung

to the maids, giggling and making his head spin as they moved past him and into the palace in circles - skirts twirling and tickling as they passed by

and of course ,,,,,,,,, the royal knights

mingi’s been enchanted by them ever since he can remember, watching them ride into the town

silver armor, large swords, the crest of the royal family proudly displayed on their shields and on the flags that flew in behind them

he’d always wondered what it was like - to serve the country, to battle, to wield such a beautiful but powerful weapon

his father used to have to tug him away by the ear because he’d stop in the middle of his chores to run down and see them parade in

now that he was older, and worked primarily in the barn that housed their steads, he even got close to some of them

always greeting them with stars in his eyes - getting feverishly pink when one of them offered up their sword to him

“try and swing it around - see if you like it!”

they’d joked and mingi had never felt more embarrassed and excited in the same moment - picking it up by the handle

and gasping aloud

“it’s so heavy!”

“nothing like those wooden toys you had as a boy, huh mingi?”

even though he spent so much time around them

the majority of the knights were aged and treated him almost like a boy rather than a man

he wasn’t sure if he was friends with them - or if maybe they’d all cherished the work his father had done so they resorted to treating him like a son of their own

that is of course until you joined

you - like mingi - were the youngest in your profession

and on top of that you had been assigned one of the most important tasks a knight could hope for

you were the prince’s knight

standing by his side, gifted by the queen and king with both the knight’s standard long sword but also a crossbow engraved with the rubies that matched those in the prince’s crown

your horse, wonderland, was kept in the biggest stall and fed with better grain than the rest

and your armor was lined with white silver - you were on another level than other knights

you were not one to dally around in the stables, go to the bars for a drink, no you were almost like royalty yourself

you had also been obviously selcuded from the rest of the knights - who rarely interacted with you

and who possibly even envied what they deemed as “favoritism” from the tyrannical royals that ruled over all of them

and when you’d come into the barn early, before even the sun had fully shown herself, you had taken off the helmet you seemed to never shed

and mingi had seen your face

a face not shown even once before, for even when you attended by the prince's side you never took your armor off

and if you had to - there was always some sort of thick, velvet mask hung up around your mouth

so mingi couldn’t believe it - seeing you like this -

you were - you were -

“oh no!”

mingi’s voice resounds through the wooden walls, his long and clumsy legs tripping over the hay barrel he’d been standing before

as he lands like a fish on the barbeque right before your feet

on instinct - you draw your sword - the sharp edge out and hovering mere inches away from poor mingi’s nose

“stable boy?”

he jumps to his feet so fast you think for a second he’s got to have the dna of a spring hare

and he goes sickly red

“i - i - i -”

the lie won’t roll off his tongue, no matter how hard he tries

“i was simply ro-rolling out the hay and i had seen you and you were so beautiful - i mean you were so ,,, so ,,,”

his brown eyes can’t meet yours - he feels like you’ll shock him straight with lightening

so he tries to think of a word that can save him from this mess

“you were just so KNIGHTLY! i was surprised!”

you take to blinks, sheath your sword and step around him and ignore the floundering apology as you make your way to wonderland’s stall

mingi senses what he assumes is anger, and that you’re probably upset with him for being so silly, that he dashes over a moment later and asks

“w-would you like me to bring wonderland’s saddle?”

again, you blink twice -

“no-”

“ill go get it!”

you aren’t sure how on earth he sprints to the rack room and back so fast, carrying everything you need from wonderland’s bridle to the saddle blanket

grinning at you with the goofiness of a field scarecrow

you reach to take them off his hands and suspiciously hum as he doesn’t show any signs of moving away

“stable boy”

“yes? do you need my help?”

you see the happiness - you think? - make his whole body shake-up to his shoulders

“don’t you have morning duties to attend to instead of watching me take care of mine?”

he jumps again and you really don’t know where this energy of his is coming from

but he bows, nearly hitting his head on the stall’s door as he mumbles that you’re right - he must be going now!

you’re in slight disbelief about the whole situation, reflecting on it again as you ride out into the pastures and pull your helmet out of your saddle bag

you slip it on over your head - and suddenly that stable boys voice rings in your ears

“you were so beautiful”

wonderland tugs at your reigns and as soon as the memory comes, it fades as you focus on starting your practice

when you return, hours passed breakfast and even lunch

there is an uproar in the barn

before anyone spots you, you spot them

a group of knights all circled around that red-headed stable boy

“you really SAW them?”

“i reckon it’s that sneaky merchant’s child - who else could lie their way up to such a position as the prince’s guard?”

“nah nah - it must be a wizard of some sort, well mingi what did they look like - spit out!”

one of the knights pulls mingi down into a playful hold - the cap he’s wearing tumbles off and rolls all the way to your feet

and all eyes suddenly turn to you

the knight lets mingi go and you lean down to grab his cap - only for mingi to stumble his way over and fail to snatch it before you do

“im sorry i-”

“stable boy. follow me.”

the entire barn falls silent as you walk through it - no one really looks your way again

all pretending to busy themselves with other things as you tilt your head and mingi rushes to open the back gate

“you’re not taking wonderland into her-”

“no, just keep walking.”

mingi looks over his shoulder once more - but follows you down the grassy path and into the back open pasture

there’s a post where you tie up wonderland’s reigns and then turn to him

you pull the helmet off your head and mingi’s entire face physically flushes

“were you telling them about what i looked like?”

“n-no! they were asking, but i - i didn’t -”

he looks just as lost as the first encounter you two had

long eyes somehow managing to get wide and worried, like a puppy scared of scolding

you put your helmet under your arm and stare at him as he fumbles, but swears he didn’t say anything

you almost feel a little bad - seeing just how disheveled he’s getting

without another word

you march back toward the barn and mingi only snaps out of it long enough to catch up with you as you step into the barn

with a loud noise, you let the heavy knight’s helmet fall to the floor

everyone turns and you bluntly say

“here it is, my face.”

you pull your sword from your side and point it out toward the group of shocked faces

mingi watches in fear

“and if any of you bother that stable boy about it again - be a man and come and bother me about it instead.”

there are grumbles that are hard to make out, but you brush past without looking at mingi once more to return to wonderland

he falls back against the barn wall and slides down as the power in his knees seems to give out

woah - they looked so,,,,,,,,,,,,,cool.

you don’t make much of the event, though you are a little pensive about the fact that everyone now knows how much younger you really are than the other knights

the rumor had been that you were young compared to the knights - who were mostly all reaching the end of their 40s

you sigh, lifting your crossbow as the dawn settles on the shoulders of the palace

you aim it steadily to the front, where a dummy made of straw is waving it’s fake arm up at you

you line up the shot and just as you’re about to pull the arrow back

you hear someone call your name

your first instinct is someone is calling you to the aide of prince yunho’s side

but to your surprise, although you refuse to show it, it’s the stable boy

what’s his name? ,,,,,,,,, mingi?

“are you practicing?”

he asks cheerfully, jogging toward you with a large smile

the stars are apparent in his eyes as he looks your crossbow up and down

“i’ve never seen them up close! are they heavy?”

you narrow your eyes

“do you have business with me?”

he shrugs, the signature red flannel you’ve never seen him take off is slightly baggy even though it’s obvious that his build is broad

“no, i just spotted you after doing the pasture cleanup and thought i would say hello!”

“why?”

your tone comes out way more bitter than it has to be - but you can’t help it, your defense walls are always up

“oh because,,,,,,you know,,,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,just checking up on a friend?”

the word makes your head snap up toward the boy

“when did i say we were friends?”

he chuckles, waving his hand and deflecting the cold words you’ve conjured up

“you stood up to all the other knights for me! if you hadn’t - they’d pester me for weeks about -”

“i wasn’t standing up ,,,,,,,,,,”

something makes you stop - and you don’t know why, you can’t exactly pinpoint it

but the innocent happiness spread across mingi’s features makes your usual bluntness flatter

“hmm?”

“nothing, stable boy - im don’t really like people spectating my practices.”

mingi blossoms pink again

“ah- my apologizes! ill remember that!”

he bows, hand over his chest as he bounds back to the barn

you want to focus back on your work - but then something tugs at you to watch hid disappearing figure

and your crossbow nearly falls from your hands as you see him turn too - waving a casual goodbye as he turns the bend and into the stables

what a weird boy........

you shrug - once more pushing the thought and the moment into the back of your mind

but ,,,,,,,, mingi doesn’t seem to allow this

instead, he continues being as bright as ever when you’re around

even though the other knights avoid you, and some of the royal staff even seems a bit intimidated by your prowess and position

mingi is seemingly oblivious to it - and any other cues that you would prefer to be alone

instead, he makes a habit of being there just as early as you are

and you’re there well before 5 in the morning - and before, when it had just been you and the horses

it’s now you, the horses, and mingi

who greets you with a smile and asks if you’re going to practice out in the fields again

one week - he even preps all your gear for you before you arrive

at one point as you’re walking wonderland out, mingi accompanies you - chattering about something that happened over the weekend

when you inquire

“why are you always here in the morning? you don’t have to be here just to see me -”

he stops, but then gives you a small laugh

“oh, no you’ve got it all wrong - the stablehand who usually works through the night is out sick so they need someone to come in before the sun rises. i got picked because im the youngest!”

an emotion you haven’t felt in ages washes over you, embarrassment

of course! he might be too kind for his own good but that doesn’t mean he’s doing anything special for you!

excusing yourself, you quickly pull wonderland along and are thankful for the helmet that covers what you can only suspect is a small blush over your own cheeks

to be fair - you know you shouldn’t deflect the help and kindness mingi is showing you

it’s just, being a knight - the prince’s knight - and training to be a warrior since you could remember hadn’t helped you become the best “people person”

you were praised by a lot of the trainers you had that your steadfast will and lack of emotions was perfect for a knight

but you also knew, deep down, that it had made you miss out on a lot

and maybe that’s why seeing someone like mingi, who could befriend the likeness of a stone, just reminds you of that fact

you find yourself deep in thought about it as you walk beside the prince’s horse - the royal family riding through the town

most civilians are not happy about having to bow on their knees for the evil king and queen

and you haven’t been a knight for the prince for too long - but you can tell the hardened expression on his face is hiding a secret guilt

as much as you weren’t a social butterfly, you could read people

maybe the prince and i are more alike than we think........i wonder..........was that mingi boy ever his friend?

you look forward, hand on the helm of your sword and can’t help but wish that the frightened children

who hide behind their parents

could know, you weren’t some monster- some unkind, dangerous knight - but someone who really wanted to be good

children probably like mingi, he has the kind of aura that would make them feel safe

you feel a tightness in your charge

could i be the same way one day?

it could have been that day, or the others where he’d shown you this side of himself, but you start to enjoy mingi’s company

so much so that you choose to visit the stable even more, sometimes even bringing your lunch from the barracks out to the pasture

when mingi first spots you, he asks to join you

showing off the sad-looking sandwich he’s so proud he made himself

you giggle at how funny he looks flashing it around like a gourmet leg of meat

and the sound startles mingi

“d-did you just la-laugh?”

you turn quickly, eyes borrowing into your own food

“you. you were being silly, can i not laugh?”

“no! of course you can! laughter is my favorite sound!”

you look down - trying to fix your stare back onto the grass or the checkered cloth which mingi’s half-eaten sandwich rests upon now

but you can’t help it

you look back up at him - the sun shines off the dark brown of his eyes

and he’s looking back at you

sometimes you find yourself in wonderland’s stall after a particularly hard day of training or even worse- a day spent entertaining the rich elite of the country in useless events like sparrings or whatnot

you brush the twigs and mud from wonderland’s mane and shrink a little when your “fellow” knights cheerfully walk by

blabbering and calling out shots for what bar they’re going to go tear apart together

you never get invited to these outings, thankfully - you’re not a big alcohol person and plus you don’t think knights should spend time acting like fools in front of the townspeople they’re supposed to protect

but a part of it still hurts - being ostracized never gets easier

but now, you look over your shoulder when you hear someone lean against the stall door

mingi waves, says he’ll be unloading the new feed outback if you need him

you give him a small nod of approval and pretend to get back to brushing

the moment his footsteps round out the corner, you bury your face in wonderland’s warm neck

she makes a small sound and you mutter a “no. it’s not like that.”

although you’re trained not to trust anyone that isn’t a fellow knight or the prince himself - you start to trust mingi

so far so that when he comes down to see you in the practice fields outside the knights barracks

you don’t immediately ask him why in the world he’s come here - but you let him stay and watch

as you lift your sword up, bringing it down powerfully on the dummy made of straw and hardwood

mingi claps and it’s slightly embarrassing and you suddenly wave it around by the helm

“want to try?”

you think you see christmas lights burst in his eyes as he hops the fence with the agility you didn’t know he had in him

he takes the sword, albeit you can tell his hands are shaking, but his grip is like that of a childs

you shake your head

“here let me show you-”

you put your hand on his and the warmth of his skin sends a surge through you that you hadn’t felt in a while

you pull back - like you’ve been burned - and mingi’s face of excitement turns to worry

the sword clamors to his side and he reaches out to take your hands in yours

“are you alright?”

“why - why would you care?”

the retort comes from a place you’ve thought was long since forgotten and mingi’s eyebrows furrow in innocent confusion

“because you’re my friend, that’s why i care. are you hurt?”

the guilt of such a venomous questions floods over you and you relax suddenly

“im fine, just a sudden cramp.”

he’s still holding your hands as he turns them over in his own

the size of his palm nearly doubles yours

“it must be from holding that heavy as hell sword all day huh? seriously, how do you do it?”

he leans down to pick it up and you giggle again, the noise making mingi all giddy again

“well - you can’t be weak and a knight -”

“oh i would never call you weak - you are the protector of,,,,,,,,the prince.”

mingi’s cheerful voice falters for a second and you can’t help but let the questions from before fill your mind again

out of curiosity, you ask, “mingi, since i let you play with the sword and all can i ask you something?”

he swats away one of the many flies that have come with the setting sun

“sure”

“were you and prince yunho,,,,,, friends as well?”

that shadow of old pain crosses over mingi’s features and he opens his mouth - but doesn’t really say anything

you take a moment - reprimanding yourself for prying into something that’s not your business and probably causing unwanted feelings to resurface

but mingi chuckles suddenly and you look to see him shrugging - arms thrown up in the air

“who knows - who knows! we would play a lot when i was young - you know, chasing each other around the barn and annoying my father to no end. but, im a stable hand and he’s a prince. friendship and all of that,,,,”

he waves it off into the air

“it doesn’t mean much to people like him.”

you think you sense the small notes of abandonment mingi must have felt - the roles that he and his friend have to play that have split them apart

and it shocks you because - even with such an energy that pulls you in, it was possible for mingi to be abandoned by someone close to him

by someone he treasured

you’d always that it was just people like you - conditioned into choosing isolation over anything at all - that got left behind

suddenly you don’t want to talk about these things anymore, and you never want to hear those droplets of pain in mingi’s voice again

so you take the sword from him and smile

big and as bright as you can

“want to try shooting my crossbow instead?”

again, the lights come up in his eyes like stars, and the memories for both of you that hurt so much are once again pushed down - down - down

that being said, you think about what mingi said over and over again as you spend your time by the prince’s side

you were never ,,,,,, overtly warm to anyone - but your cold shoulder is even colder now

eyes bleakly staring ahead, the only response you have for him anymore is “yes, your highness.” and his parents seem quite content that way

but when you’re delivering him home from a royal ball three towns over

he hops off his horse and drops the bag of chocolates and other delicacies he was sent off with

“whatever ive done to make you hate me, take this and see it as a reason to get over it.”

you stare at the bag then up at yunho

even though his eyes look like his parents, i know he’s not like them. but that doesn’t matter - he chose to hurt mingi, right?

you shove them back in his hands

earning a wide-eyed look of shock at the utter defiance a knight can never show to the one they serve

you don’t seem to care at all though

“you should give these to someone who’d really enjoy them. i hear the stable boy really likes sweets.”

“m-mingi?”

suddenly you hear footsteps rise from behind you, turning around - you ready yourself to protect the prince - even if you don’t quite like him right now

when all you see is the queen’s new tailor, a young and sweet thing, that yunho has been having over a lot recently

you stand up, sheathing your sword and bowing once to the prince

“ill bring the horse in.”

you say, taking a hold of the prince’s steads reigns and leaving him with the tailor, bag of candy still in hand

why,,,,,,why did i just act so curt to the prince? because of mingi? am i going insane?

you shake it off, approaching the main barn slowly and looking around - the stable hand for the royal’s horses is nowhere in sight

so you take to the task yourself, shrugging off your outer armor and placing your equipment neatly on the hay barrels outside the saddle room

“what are you do-”

a voice comes from behind you and before you can stop your instincts - you pull in your elbow and then thrash it back, hands up in fists as you turn in a jump

clenching your teeth in defense

“o-o-ouch! woah you pack a punch!”

“mi-mingi?!?!”

the tension you’d built up to pummel whoever had snuck up on you melts away

you fall to your knees and pick up his head - watching with horror as a small amount of blood pours out of mingi’s nose

“i didn’t mean to i thought you we-”

“hey, i - i shoulda known not- not to sneak up on the best knight - oh my god this hurts im - im - oh im passing out now-”

he faints and you panic, lifting up his large body to the best of your ability and slinking him back off to your barracks

you tuck him in, pressing a makeshift bag of cold ice to his nose and hurry to the main barn to finish putting the horse away

when you return, mingi is still out cold - you apologize in a little voice and sit down beside him

you change the ice on his forehead and push back his bright red bangs

he really is handsome, he’s got bone structure that could even rival prince yunho,,,,,,,

you think - but stop yourself short - half because you’re getting all red thinking about mingi like that

and the other half because the candle has gone out on the desk beside the bed

you get up to light another one, when a warm hand reaches for your own

“don’t leave again,,,,”

mingi’s voice, lower than usual beckons and it sends an unfamiliar feeling through your skin

his fingers are barely on your wrist, really you could just shrug them off and be on your way

but something makes them feel almost like curling chains pulling, pulling you back onto the bed

“don’t go,,,,,,,”

his voice grumbles and you can’t believe you’re letting your body take over your mind

pushing yourself down beside mingi, laying back as that hand on your wrist drapes over your waist

“are you asleep?”

you ask cautiously - scared but hoping bizarrely that he’s just having some kind of dream

that’s why he’s acting like this

but mingi’s head turns slightly, eyes opening in the dark and you’re a knight so the small sound is amplified to you

just like your gasp is when he mumbles

“no, but if you lay down beside me i think i might just feel safe enough to drift off,,,,,”

you swallow, your heart feels tighter than before you go into battle

you glance through the dark and remember you shut the door

you let mingi’s arm coil even more around you and press you up and into his chest

“happy you punched me”

he mumbles against your hair

“im so sorry mingi i didn-”

“means you feel bad enough to let me hold you like this - huh?”

you don’t know what that means - you don’t even know if he really says it because this all feels like it’s happening in some lucid afterthought

you close your eyes - and listen to the beating of mingi’s heart

do friends usually sleep together like this?

you want to ask, but you the soft cocoon of his warmth and the tiredness of your bones does not let you speak another word

you awaken at the crack of dawn - on instinct you’re always up early - and yelp when you feel a hand on your stomach

only to turn and see it’s still mingi

he sleeps through your small exclaim and you’re both thankful and a little impressed

but also,,,,,,,,

“mingi, mingi get up - if you’re not there for the morning shift the other stable hands and the knights will get -”

he blinks himself from the cloudiness of slumber and smiles at you like a puppy

“you’re even more beautiful when you’ve just woken up.”

the words make you stumble back and they’re on your mind for literal days

like literal days - you find yourself at the barn, cleaning up after wonderland and it’s just mingi

you’re escorting the prince somewhere but your head is full of mingi

and even when you walk by and see the prince, tall and awkward

fumbling as he hands mingi a box of what you assume are some kind of chocolates - you have to scutter by before they notice you

because mingi cannot know that all you’re thinking about is mingi

you’re on cloud nine - maybe even cloud ten or eleven

and ,,,,,,, it makes the blatant dislike from the other knights and the insolent yelling of the queen all nothing

because when you turn around, wiping sweat from your forehead after training

you see mingi waving from the end of the field

and as you run up toward him, he catches you and suddenly he’s leaning in toward your lips

your first real kiss keeps you up without sleep for two days straight, you nearly fall asleep at your post on the outer wall and are saved only by wonderland’s nuzzling nose in your face as one of the other knights approaches

you haven’t seen mingi since it happened - but you can’t wait to get off this duty and run to the barn

“you’re being sent to king hongjoong’s country - they’re short a knight for the king and you were recommended.”

your sleepy disposition fades and you straighten up

“wh-what? then who is going to be the prince-”

“that’s not your business. here is the official query signed by the queen. you are to pack your things immediately and go.”

you don’t bother to read the parchment, instead you turn wonderland around and are about to hop up and ride to the stables

tell mingi what’s going on

when the knight stops you

“you are taking one of the other steads. wonderland is staying here, she’ll be the prince’s new mare.”

“what?”

everything feels like a nightmare, packing your small amount of things into a napsack, having your crossbow being taken back by one of the queen’s servants

the horse waiting for you outside is unfamiliar and you beg for a chance to go back to the stables once

but two knights push you out and toward the awaiting ride

just as you take a hold of the reigns, the two knights flash big - meaty grins at you

“shouldn’t have let your guard down for a stable boy huh?”

“maybe if you were half the knight everyone made you out to be - you wouldn’t be so east to set up?”

they snicker as you ride off - confused, hurt, but worst of all the lingering on your lips stays

you’d lived your whole life hating the fact that you were alone, wishing it on no one

to be abandoned by everyone around you because you were told it was better that way

and now

i hope you know mingi, i would never leave you of my own choice - you’re my friend, you’re my friend that i - that i - that i love, that i love so much more than the word friend could ever encompass -

you arrive at the border, a man from hongjoongs court welcomes you

“do you know why i was sent here?”

he gives you a sideways glance of pity

“you’ve been banished from your country, they said you stole from the prince.”

mingi stares up at yunho, who himself is holding back tears of apology

“just when we were becoming friends again, mingi im sorry i couldn’t keep them-”

mingi puts up a hand - a smile spreads across the worn-out features of his face

he’d thought you died, he thought either the queen or another knight had done it

but you’d just been framed - at least you were alive

“don’t worry yunho. thanks for the sweets by the way.”

he gets up, patting the prince on the shoulder and after three steps around the bend of the barn

mingi throws down the stupid box of chocolates that goes flying everywhere

he isn’t mad at the prince - he isn’t mad at you - he just never thought those important to him would be taken away again,,,,,,,,,,,

the weeks go by and you aren’t even allowed to write to anyone from your homeland

king hongjoong is of course, kinder than the tyrants that you served - but all he knows about you is that you were apparently a thief

banished from your country

you were told you were going to be his knight, but understandably that would be impossible seeing as though everyone saw you as untrustworthy

instead, you were stationed at a field far far far from the center or the border

just out in the brush of the forests, your horse - an old and cranky draft horse as your only companion

all of that training, all of those years spent throwing away what makes me human ,,,,,,,, to end up here - alone on the outskirts of humanity. i should have just become a shop owner or a mundane merchant.

you look at the weapon you’d been issued, a rusted hand blade - not anywhere near the prestige of a sword

you take it, throwing it with perfect aim at one of the trees - and even as the blade lodges in it - no birds fly out of the branches

it doesn’t even make a sound

you go over to lodge it out of the bark, but it won’t even budge

another thing i’ve lost forever........

you’ve lost count of the weeks - you didn’t want to keep track because you’d lost hope

but you’re almost a little sickened by the proposal king hongjoong delivers to you one night

“there’s a wedding in your homeland, apparently the prince has overthrown the king and queen.”

“a- a wedding? he had a ,,,,,,, a suitor?”

hongjoong’s eyes go wide

“i thought you’d know, you were his knight after all?”

you look down

“guess i wasn’t so good at that though was i?”

suddenly you feel hongjoong’s hand on your shoulder

“either way, he’s lifted your ban and i want you to go as my knight. ok?”

you honestly think you should refuse, but you miss your homeland

you might have nothing there - no real family or friends - but you miss it either way

the familiar smells, the hills you spent so much of your time wandering through and training in, wonderland and of course -

“lives were lost, but ultimately the king and queen have been imprisoned.”

he’s ok, right?

you agree, if only because you want to make sure mingi is alright after the rebellion

and even if he refuses to meet your gaze - just seeing him will be enough to last you an eternity

so you ride off with the king, presents for the new king and his love thrown into the carriage

you try to focus and calm your heartbeat through the long travel, but you can’t - you can’t because seeing mingi again -

the entire town is vibrant, you haven’t seen it this colorful and happy ever - not even when you were young

there are flowers, live music, the laughter of children everywhere

one of them even runs up to you - hands full of candy as an offering

it takes you back to the days where you’d walked beside the king, queen, and prince

and everyone had silently bowed their eyes away - scared and disgusted by you all

but now they were just so vibrant - they all reminded you of him.

“i believe the king told me to meet him at a shop somewhere in town where is beloved’s family works, but the horses need a break - would you take them back to the barn, the stable hands should know you’re coming.”

king hongjoong requests and you comply, swallowing the lump in your throat

the stables,,,,,,,,are they still the same?

you take both your horse and the king’s along with the carriage back up the familiar route to the palace

it’s been a while, but your body remembers it by instinct and as you make your way up - the sun starts to set

you turn and look up at it as it waves goodbye, slowly sinking into the horizon

when i see mingi, i don’t deserve to even look him in the eyes, but i want to one last time - one last time to look at the boy i love -

“well ill be damned, is that an angel or am i the luckiest stable boy alive?”

the voice makes you freeze - every inch of your skin feels alive and you turn

tears pricking at the edges of your eyes

mingi throws down his cap, the same red flannel shrugged over his shoulders as when you first met him

and he rushes toward you

when he wraps his arms around you - picking you up like you’re lighter than your armor - you don’t believe it

“are you really here?”

you both ask at the same time, before mingi bursts into laughter and you can’t help but watch him in shock

“i - i thought you’d hate me for leaving -”

he pats down your hair

“you didn’t leave though, you were forced out. i mean - i hope my kiss wasn’t THAT bad that you would runaway forever you know?”

he’s joking, but you push past that - you shake your head and lean up, lips against his

you’re crying and the tears stain mingi’s cheeks

he pulls back to try and clean them off, but you don’t let him as you kiss him again and again

and again

until the horses insistent neighing is the only thing that breaks you two apart

you can’t believe it - that you’re with him again, and that he knew it - he knew you wouldn’t leave him

“ok, let’s get these guys in the barn. also wonderland will kill me if i take up all your time.”

“wonderland?!”

you jump, excited to see your old friend as you run passed mingi who calls after you with a little bit of a whine

“why didn’t you look that excited to see me?”

you disappear into the barn and he grins to himself as he follows you in with the horses

the wedding is the next day, and it’s as grand and as happy as all the villagers and the prince himself could ask for

mingi of course beelines for the cake and when he takes a bite you ask him how it is

rolling your eyes as you lean in to help pat away the stray piece that’s gotten on his cheek

“it’s ok, but i think our wedding cake has just got to better!”

you get so embarrassed that when you’re back to your seats

prince hongjoong is slightly convinced you’ve caught a fever and prince yunho gives mingi a secret highfive

#me spending like 2 hours trying to find this picture of mingi in a flannel #*hits the woah and passes the hell out*#mingi scenarios #mingi imagines #mingi au #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #sfw #knight!au #uuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm wig

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shamelessexperttree-blog1 · 6 years

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Me tho

When I’m confused, I write. And Ill just say, the last four months of my life have been the most confusing yet. I don’t know why exactly I’m writing you. I discovered in the tiny English section of my neighborhood library, only the Harry Potter series, wonder ( Ive read it 3 times now) and 2 of your books. I read them both in a week. I don’t know why I wrote you. I probably would have written a favorite musician of mine ( z.B John Darnielle or Sam Beam) but I am honestly just to scared to. Don’t take this the wrong way, because your books are great and I think you’re a cool person, but I just felt like you were more aproachable. I don’t really care what you think about me, ( although then again, I’m not really supposed to care what anyone thinks about me, now am I?) and when I read in your book about one of the charecters listening to The Mountain Goats, I felt like I had a connection with you ( even though there is probably like 800,000 TMG fans ). Also, side note, when I first picked up one of your books, when I was younger, like 8, I thought you ( the author of the book) were John Darielle because my dad said he wrote a book too, and your picture looked kinda similar to what I imagined JD would look like ( isn’t it funny how we picture what singers and authors look like based on their work? Or maybe its just me that does that). Anywho, I needed to write down all my thoughts and I though you were as good a person as anyone ( that phrase feels strange to write, like its grammatically incorrect or something, and maybe it is my English is a tiny bit rusty) to bear my soul to. I would have preferred to write a letter because I have been reading way to much of my boy JD ( Salinger, oh gosh that was cringe I hope I don’t actually send this), but I guess ill save the trees cause I didn’t want to ask google what your adresse is, cause that feels creepy. Me on your books and such- I read The Fault In Our Stars when I was what, 11? Good writing, but I’m not really a romance girl. But I really do dig your writing style, and just your references ( z.B The Mountain Goats, random German words). Alright, I guess I should start with the sitch. Im currently going to a school where I understand about 40 percent of whats happening ( its auf Deutsch). Im thirteen, and this was self inflicted. I currently live with my aunt. I miss my family. I miss California. I miss English. But thats fine, I’m figuring it out and there is one nice girl, and I like the challenge. The real issue is my exisential crisis I’m going through. I guess Ill best demonstrate by quoting something I wrote while watching the sun set from my favorite spot in my town ( oh gosh I sound like such an insufferable academic who thinks every word out of their mouth it pure poetry. I feel like the exact kind of person Franny hated ( Franny from Franny and Zooey JD Salinger) „ I hope my dying speech is mundane. A truth, true testament to the days where the boring collect ( Reference to New York I Love You But Your Bringing Me Down, by LCD soundsystem) I hope when the last breath leaves me, I mumble „ oh what a wonder, oh what a waste“ ( Reference to Avant Gardener by Courtney Barnett). I hope the words I spin stand idly, unused. I hope my books burn to the ground, till they are nothing but ashes of letters and lies, not leaving any solid thing standing. I hope the music they play on my death bed is soft and silly. I hope it has no climax, just an end. I wish I could sit on this bench and think of nothing at all, besides the dusky sky and the biting cold. I hope all grand romantic gestures are put on hold, till the plain nothing suffices to bring tears to our cursed smote filled eyes. I hope in my trail, testament, and plead, I have nothing other to say then „Es tut mir leid“ I hope I have on more lesson to be learned. I hope my words die on my lips, the tales go silent in my head. I hope n my dying speech, I have nothing at all to say“. Im just unsure, confusedAbout how there can be so many people, ideas and opinions on this earth. Confused why we don’t have all the answers. Confused about my existence. I feel like you are a safe person, not close to me, but not so far either, to just pour out my soul to ( sorry if your not religious cause I’m mormon ( this might sound like an oxymoron, but I also 100% support the LGBTQ+ community, and I disagree completely with the mormon church on that point) and I believe, or at least some times I believe, that God exists). When I moved here , I thought there would be like this giant difference, like my life would be changed, but it wasn’t. It has been weirdly the same. I thought that because I had never been through a life changing experience, that there are such things, just based on circumstance alone, but know I think that us humans are pretty much the same no matter who we are, where we live, or our life experience. I think that what we tell ourselves becomes ourselves. I tell myself ( Im just being completely honest. I feel like I have never actually been completely honest with anyone, so id like to start here, so forgive me when I sound like an awful arrogant person right here, cause in my head, I kind of am) that I am smart, that I am a quick learner, that Im hard working, that I notice things that others don’t, that there are so many things going on in my head that no one could even start to guess about. I look down on girls that listen to Katy Perry and like Starbucks frappicinos. But deep, somewhere behind all the words I tell myself, the comforting familiar lies of my frontal continous, I know I’m wrong. I think that its so hard for us as humans to actually realize that there are other people. Oh, sure, we say we do. We are mindful ‚of other people‘ we do service, write kind letters, finish the dishes, ‚for other people‘ but do we really? Ive heard about the important time in childhood development where kids realize that there other people with feelings and thoughts just like them, but I feel like we spend our whole life learning that lesson over and over again. Also, regarding these words we tell ourselves over and over again. The things we say that our life should be, the people we are. A couple years ago in 5th grade, we learned how to write memoirs ( why fifth graders are learning how to is beyond me) and our teacher likened the first paragraph to the beginning of a show, and the last as the ending, you know the ones that sum it all up and wrap it like a nice bow, where the character learns a lesson and that is that and they’ve made their decision and it all makes sense. I think we try to do this with are lives. We look at the things we do, what happens and how we react, and we tell ourselves things based on them. We tie in a quote or two that we feel hold true to our story that we tell ourselves, and bam theres our life. But these collages of the parts of our lives, ourselves, that we like, can’t contain all of us. We can’t fit in the pages of the book we write, because we were not born of words. We were born of something so much older and more primeval. We were before words were, yet we act like words make us. In one of my favorite books of all time in the universe ever, Till We Have Faces by CS Lewis ( heres a quick summary: its the tale of cupid and psych, told by the older sisters pov. Psych is born and is a beautiful thing of perfection, and the goddess ungit ( in greek Aphrodite) is jealous of her, and therefore psych must be sacrificed/ made bride two the beast/ god of grey mountain ( in greek cupid) Oral, the protagonist, is so torn when her sister goes. She visits her sister and cannot see her castle from the god, and thus thinks she’s gone made. She convinces her sister to break the gods rules ( for oral is sure its not a god but a monster or a thief tricking the delusional girl, and that the girl is imagining a palace) and look upon his face, and is thus banished and forced to do impossible tasks. The whole book is written as a complaint against the gods, saying that if the gods could just reveal themselves plainly then none of this would ever happen.) At the end of the book, when oral is reading her complaint against the gods to the actual gods, she takes her book to read, and realizes it is not the ‚beautiful book‘ she was writing but instead a vicious rambling. And she realizes that this is her ‚ real voice‘. ( sorry the quotes are weird I’m writing this on a European computer) „When the time comes to you at which you will be forced to at last utter the speech which has lain at the centre of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot like, been saying over and over… Till that word can be dug out of us why should they (the gods) here the bable that we think we mean? How can we meet them face to face, till we have faces?“ ( 295). Her big revelation, her eureka moment, is that the words we build our lives around, the stories we tell and are, are nothing but a vicious confusion made by humans, because we are scared of what lies beyond words. And my question is, then, as someone who loves writing and reading and who lives on words, what is there after them? Silence and god? I am to afraid, as it is right now, to give up words. But somewhere, deep inside me, past all the words, I know the only way I will ever be able to take off the mask of words I have made to protect myself, the only way I will truly find out who any of us are, is by letting go of these stories, by telling god, I am yours for the taking, show me what you will. But for know, I am to afraid, so I guess I will just keep living the life I have written on paper. I guess Ill just keep living my paper life. Confused and thankful, Mia Call PSA playlist of my current mood. Do you know any of these guys?

Born Alone— wilco

Neighboorhood 1— arcade fire

Is there a ghost?— Band of Horses

Were going to be friends— the white stripes

Avant Gardner— Courtney barnett

Two headed boy— Neutral milk hotel ( more like the whole album tho)

Love vigilantes— iron and wine

Hannah hunt— vampire weekend

Memory lane— Elliot smith

Thirteen— big starUp

the wolves— mountain goats

Shut up kiss me— angel olson

That summer feeling— johnothan richman

Comes a time— Neil young

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quasarsturncoat · 7 years

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[[VANAHIEM a small but lush jungle planet located in the middle of its vast star system. A dwarf world, with uninteresting flora and fauna. Very few know where it is, let alone the name of the back water planet. It has no known inhabitants, but a mystery surrounds the slightest energy signature it gives off. Few observing parties have traveled to this planet, only hearing of it by word of mouth, and those who have landed have mysteriously disappeared, never heard from again.]]

SIRIUS: =It sounds like a great place to explore! But really Sirius is somehow drawn to the place, the feeling that she must be there. It was a little different from when she felt she must be somewhere; this separated desire from the pull and despite it all, she was tentative regarding what little stories she had heard from it.=

SIRIUS: =Taking the necessary precautions taught to her time and time again by her parents, Sirius cut the power to her engines after she had broken through the atmosphere for minimum noise, turning her ship into a glider. She would only to turn them on again once she was prepared to land.=

SIRIUS: =After perching Red Comet in what was hopefully somewhere isolated, she locked up her ship with voice and fingerprint controls to where the ship's computer responded.=

COMET: "Valediction: Be safe, my friend!"

SIRIUS: (hehe i always am er...i always try)

[[She happens to land in a quiet clearing, the only noise seems to be bird calls echoing from the tall trees above. Its a gorgeous day, the sun is shining bright, and the humidity is not TOO terrible. The skies are so clear, not a cloud can be seen. Except... perhaps the wisps of chalky smoke puffing into the sky from a far distance. How odd.]]

SIRIUS: (right)

SIRIUS: (that seems the obvious direction to go)

SIRIUS: c:

SIRIUS: =and making sure she had a couple foodstuffs, some water, and the weapon she never had to use in real life, she's off!=

[[Its a few hours of walking to get closer towards the source of the smoke. She must leave the clearing and move through a dense location of jungle to get to it, but the further along Sirius goes the more easy the path seems to become. As though its been cut down and pruned over hundreds of years, so the jungle just parts ways for the traveler. Eventually she will stumble across the source of the smoke, a small, sealed hut that is oozing smoke through cracks and a chimney. Its a food smoker.]]

SIRIUS: =She is accustomed to rough terrain and easily able to trek through it. She notices when the path becomes easier and it has her on alert. Nothing really to worry about, right? However, when she finally came across to small structure to see it was not a settlement as she has initially guessed, she turned from it, her eyes skimming over the rest of her surroundings. Maybe heading right for the smoke wasnt such a good idea after all=

[[It is somewhat strange for the smoker to be here, on an unpopulated planet, running on its own without any obvious supervision. It seems to be powered by a beat up, small generator.]]

[[Its really quiet now, just the noise of Sirius moving, and the hum of the working battery. Oh, and now a whistling sound. That gets higher and higher pitched like its getting closer until OH would you look at that!! A red smoke gas grenade landing just a foot from her location!]]

[[BOOM! It goes off and quite suddenly this cleared out area is filling up with over powering, noxious fumes!]]

SIRIUS: =SCREECHES in a surprised yelp!! She first backpedals then stumbles away from the gas grenade, using the long legs of hers to make a quick escape. However, she couldnt prevent herself from inhaling some of it and began coughing and wheezing, trying to breathe through her glove to filter out the air.=

[[That gas is rather potent stuff! Its meant to render those who inhale it unconscious, so Sirius at the very least will start to feel a bit dizzy from breathing in some of it. As she runs, the jungle around her springs to life and there are at least four figures rushing after her through the haze of smoke and gas, however they are protected by identity hiding old fashioned gas masks! They arent chasing Sirius to offer her a spare though, they've got spears and swords in their hands.]]

SIRIUS: =She is able to get a little ways out due to her overall stature, but the effects still took its hold and she brushed against the trunk of a nearby tree to keep her balance. She was still trying to breathe in some normal air and lifted a hand toward the figures, trying to show she didn't mean harm.=

SIRIUS: (no...please)

SIRIUS: =Even in her state, she stumbled into a run again, when she saw them continue their approach. Avoiding them the best she could, Sirius ran.=

[[The pursuers pay no mind to her pleading and spread out, following Sirius not only from behind but now coming up on her sides. Its clear they know the terrain very well, and if she wants to avoid them she is going to have to keep forward on a very specific path. And in another three hundred yards, there is a gathering of ferns and undergrowth that hides a very specifically placed net trap that if stepped on will ensnare and lift its unfortunate victim high up into the air.]]

SIRIUS: =welp, her next plan is out. Unless she can get to a tree quick enough to avoid them. If not, she reluctantly follows the path they have set for her. Along with her blurring surroundings, there's blurry pictures in her head about something(?) lying in wait among the foliage just ahead. Once she gets close enough, she makes a desperate (and messy) leap through the air to try and clear it.=

[[She JUST makes it. For the most part anyways. When she lands it triggers the trap and the very edge of the netting snags her foot. while its not enough to pull her into the air and keep her there, it will at the very least trip her up long enough for the hunting party of four to surround her on all sides.]]

[[They stand around her, blocking off exits, and in complete menacing silence.]]

SIRIUS: =She tumbled horns over heels and landed hard on her side. Her movements were much slower now and she pulled herself up to rest on an elbow while the other hand gripped at the dirt underneath her, lifting her from the ground. She managed to get one leg beneath her and staggered to her feet again. The movement itself made her want to fall back down again, and she held out an arm to steady herself.=

SIRIUS: =Desperate to find another escape route, Sirius glanced above her. Were there any low lying branches she could reach? She wasn't even sure she could make them if there were. Her vision had blurred to the extent she couldn't see straight and Sirius shook her head, trying to refocus.=

SIRIUS: =However, she can tell that she's going to be unconcious soon and this scares her shitless. But as scared as she is, she still doesn't want to hurt anyone and raised her arms defensively=

SIRIUS: (im ssssssorry ill just go) =Her own voice sounded distorted and slurred to her ears as she swayed dangerously in place.=

SIRIUS: (please let me go)

[[The hunters look between themselves and whisper in words that are probably lost on Sirius's hazy mind. And while she sways and rocks unsteady from the effects of the gas one of the gas mask wearing pursuers steps forwards from the ring, closer towards Sirius and removes their mask.]]

[[Underneath is the face of a human woman, older in age and with a scar crossing over her lip. Dark skin, dark hair cut close to her scalp, and the deepest brown eyes you have ever seen. She somehow manages to scowl down her nose at Sirius, despite being almost two feet shorter then the troll.]] CARRIE: -Sirius may not be able to understand her if she can hardly hear her own voice, but she does speak with a rather commanding tone.- Fear not young maiden. No harm will come to you. While you rest.

SIRIUS: (mmphg) =she says intelligently, her arms still shielding her.=

SIRIUS: =Swaying on her feet a little more, Sirius collapsed in place, the effects of the gas finally overcoming her conciousness.=

CARRIE: -The last thing Sirius will see is her blurred form moving towards her when she falls.-

[[When Sirius wakes up she will find herself laying on a cot in a small room. There is some natural light coming from the setting sun that is filtering in through a small window that is barred to prevent anyone climbing through it. The rest of the room is bare except for a small table nearby the cot that supports a glass of fresh water, and there is a grass curtain that hides a very simplistically made "Bathroom" (if it can be called that) There is a wooden door, with a slot, that leads out of this room, but if tried Sirius will find it to be very firmly locked. Sorry Sirius you are in jungle jail.]]

SIRIUS: =her legs are likely hanging off the cot tbh=

SIRIUS: =She jolted awake, her head still throbbing. Slowly, she stood and took in her new area of temporary (hopefully) residence. Creeping to the bars, she peeked out of them, trying to get a glimpse of outside before she tried ripping these bars out the wall.=

[[Sorry no dice! The bars are well stuck in place. What Sirius can see outside is what appears to be......... (Drum roll) ....... LAUNDRY!! Tubs of steaming, sudsy water sitting outside and hanging damp clothes.]]

SIRIUS: =She pats herself, looking for her sylladex. Did they take it? What about her jacket? It was a bit flashy...being red and piratey...and all...=

[[She still has the clothes she was wearing, but her sylladex has been completely emptied out of all useful items like weapons, spare parts, food, electronics, music and extra clothes.]]

SIRIUS: =needless to say, this upsets her. She doesn't care so much about the food, but she's had her weapon since she was a wiggler. Karkat and Terezi had taken her to the UU's armory and told her to pick whatever she liked - she began training that day. Also in her sylladex were all of her most recent personal notes, journals, and captain's logs! There were photos of her family, her entire life! It was a treasure trove of personal information, she might as well have had her social security number in there too! This was bad.=

SIRIUS: =...holy shit, her starmap was in there too. Yes, it was locked by a very specific code, but the very thought that something incredibly dangerous might have fallen into the wrong hands gave her a fright.= SIRIUS: =She swiftly moved to the door and tried it. She might as well. Upon seeing that it was locked, she searches the room for anything else useful, like any intelligent person in Escape the Room games. She eyed that glass of water but did not touch it. It might be spiked with truth serum. She's heard the stories of the UU's own adventures.=

[[Photos and journals have remained within her sylladex, however perhaps not in the same slot they were before. Her star map was indeed gone though. The water is not laced or spiked, but asides from the glass there really is nothing to be seen or found.]] [[Not too long after Sirius starts looking though, scuffling and muffled voices can be heard outside the door.]]

SIRIUS: =dashes across the room as fast and as quietly as she can and hides behind the grass curtain (ie the "bathroom")=

[[The noises get louder and then the slot on the door opens up and out comes a small platform that hooks to the opening, and then moments after that a tray of mashed tubers and cold slices of smoked fish are provided.]]

SIRIUS: =Pokes her head out from behind the curtain, eyeing the food.= SIRIUS; =she cleared her throat=

SIRIUS: (thank you)

?????: !! -Someone speaks from the otherside, not having expected to hear a thank you. First timers rarely ever thanked people who brought food.- Oh!!!!!!!! Well you Are pretty welcome hAhA........

?????: -Whoever it is cant see Sirius from this angle.-

SIRIUS: (its not)

SIRIUS: (poisoned is it)

SIRIUS: =she's still in the bathroom, but leaning partially out to see if there is any way she can see who she's talking to.=

[[The only way to see whoever it is would be to go all the way up to the door and take the food out of the slot.]]

?????: Nope its cleAn!!!!!!!! If it wAsnt A lot of people would be in A bAd way, heheh

SIRIUS: (oh)

SIRIUS: (then i guess i should thank you again)

SIRIUS: (hehe)

SIRIUS: =the person sounds nice...And they didn't kill her when they had the chance, at least?? so Sirius climbs out and knelt on the ground to take the food. Her gloves are a vibrant red, like what only a couple of people wore on the UU.=

?????: -They are pretty nice! Thanks for noticing.-

?????: -When Sirius goes to take the food the voice on the other side of the door gasps a little.- Oh!!!!!!!!

?????: Those Are cool gloves

SIRIUS: (oh thanks) :D

SIRIUS: (my lusii had them made for me from pupation silk) =In her attempt keep from giving information, she only give more. oops=

?????: Oh mAn thAts reAlly neAt your lusus must be reAlly cool

SIRIUS: (yes hehe) =she nibbles a fish, peering through the hole=

SIRIUS: (you seem really friendly so i think there has been a misunderstanding) SIRIUS: (i was led to believe this planet was uninhabited) SIRIUS: (needless to say i now know it obviously isnt)

????: HAhAhA yeAh crAzy right? I thought it wAs too

????: Turns out its ActuAlly crAwling with people........ -She happens to think Sirius is very friendly! And through the hole she can see the knees of whoever is outside because she is also sitting for this lovely chat. Its clearly a troll at least.-

SIRIUS: =she perks at this=

SIRIUS: (how did you come by here if you mind my asking)

????: I dont mind At All

????: I cAme here........ like I think several months Ago???????? MAybe A yeAr????????

????: Me and some buddies I mAde were looking for cool cAmping spots And we heArd About this plAce from An old trAveling guide in A hostel

????: Thought it would be A cool experience you know???????

????: Well A few hours After we lAnded And set up cAmp we get Ambushed And well Im guessing its pretty much the sAme story As you

????: Dont worry though it might be a rough Adjustment At first but this plAce grows on you!!!!!!!!

????: Its pretty much A second home to me now

SIRIUS: =behind the door like D8=

SIRIUS: =it takes a moment to sink in= (a-adjustment) =???=

????: -Well someone had to tell her.- YeAh Adjustment!!!!!!!!

????: You're in quArAntine right now just to be sure you dont hAve Any serious diseAse or contAgious conditions but in 48 hours you'll get out And be Assigned to A job given A plAce to sleep And new clothes

SIRIUS: =this has gotta be a joke...=

SIRIUS: (haha...)

SIRIUS: (what if i like my clothes)

????: Oh you get to keep whAt you Are weAring now!!!!!!!!

????: But you'll be given more

????: Although if you hAd more clothes with you I cAnt promise you will get the sAme ones........

????: We kind of recycle outfits here, And pool together new clothes found And mAde And distribute them where they Are needed

SIRIUS: (hhhhh) =She doesn't mind losing a couple t-shirts and pants. If they take up her jeans, it would literally be a drag, but maybe they can make dresses from her shirts? who knows how far they've gotten with them by now. Hopefully they hadnt found her ship just yet, since she intentionally ran the opposite direction.=

SIRIUS: (um)

SIRIUS: (thats very nice)

SIRIUS: (but i mean no offense when i say i cant stay here)

SIRIUS: (this was supposed to be a day trip see)

SIRIUS: =now the gears are turning to where her things might possibly be kept. Maybe she can convince this girl her star map is a bowling ball=

????: ........................ -She is silent for a time. Its always the worst to break the news to newbies.-

????: Sorry to be the one to tell you but there is no eAsy wAy off this plAnet

????: There Are hArdly Any ships And they belong to the "seArchers"

????: HArdly Anyone gets to use them unless Approved by the ChAncellor And I've never heArd of A Newbie getting permission

SIRIUS: (if its a secret problem i promise i wont tell anyone you guys are here) =there is slight desperation to her voice=

????: Sorry its not me you gottA convince........

????: The high dignitAries Are reAlly serious About not letting Any word About this plAce off world

????: But its reAlly greAt here honest Asides from the whole mAle slAvery thing they hAve going on this plAce is kind of pArAdise???????

????: Food And pArties And this greAt sense of community

????: Once you Are one of us you Are ONE of us your neighbors will do just About Anything for you

????: -See its not all bad!! Shes doing her best to ease Sirius's worries.-

SIRIUS: =CHOKES on this fish=

????: !!!! -Oh dear-

????: Are you okAy in there????????

SIRIUS: =wheezing!!=

????: Oh jeez........

SIRIUS: (but i cant i have a job and a family and friends and...)

SIRIUS: (and people who will worry)

SIRIUS: =truth be told, she's gone for months at a time. She doesn't know when people will realize something isn't right=

????: -A sigh can be heard coming from the other side of the door.-

????: ThAt is kind of Another downside of this plAce isnt it,,,,,,,,,,

????: Sorry I wish I knew A better wAy to help you

????: If it mAkes you feel Any better I know how you feel

SIRIUS: =there's the sounds what appears to be the start of panicked breathing on the other side, but--=

SIRIUS: (you)

SIRIUS: (youre trapped here too)

????: Hhhh well!!!!!!!!

????: TrApped is kind of A word I try to Avoid

????: More like,,,,,,,,

????: I wAsnt expecting to be living here but now I Am

????: I'm mAking the best of it And its not too hArd to do

SIRIUS: =is freaking out a little bit=

SIRIUS: (trapped is exactly the word i would use)

????: -She is really bad at this whole comforting thing isnt she..-

????: But thAt sounds reAlly negAtive And is just going to bum you out if you keep thinking About it

SIRIUS: =tinest and softest sob=

SIRIUS: (i cant stay here)

SIRIUS: (it means ill be stuck here for all my life)

SIRIUS: (i wont be able to go anywhere ever again)

SIRIUS: (theres so much i havent seen yet)

SIRIUS: (what will my family think)

SIRIUS; (i went somewhere and never came back)

SIRIUS: =the way she's talking, it sounds like she's been told she's about to die=

SIRIUS: =it's true, in a way=

????: (Oh geez)

????: Um!!!!!!!!

????: Hey its okAy!!!!!!!

????: Its not so bAd!!!!!!! You'll be okAy its going to be okAy

????: It feels reAl bAd right now but give it time!!!!!! -Ahhh how do you make someone feel better about not being able to ever see their families or go back to their old lives again?? Oh god damn it now SHE is feeling sad too.-

????: HAhAhAhA....... MAn you Are stArting to mAke me A little homesick

SIRIUS: =through muffled crying= (its because youre trapped here) =!=

????: -AW JEEZ-

????: Fffffffffff---

????: Um!!!!!!!!

????: There there??? Its okAy????????

????: Hey whAts your nAme????????

SIRIUS: (whats it matter)

SIRIUS: (boo hoo hoo)

SIRIUS: =then even softer=

SIRIUS: ((my name is sirius))

SIRIUS: =starts to cry again= (i have two sisters my dad was a therapist on the uu and my mom was its communications officer shes now a lawyer and works with government reform on alternia))

SIRIUS; ((the academy just titled me and ive just fucked it like an asshole))

????: .............................................................................. -There is so much silence coming from the other side of the door it is unreal.-

????: S-........S-Sirius????????

????: Sirius Pyrope VAntAs whAtever????????

SIRIUS: ..........................................

SIRIUS: =There is nothing beyond the door now. No sobbing, no whispering, nothing. She's gone silent too.=

SIRIUS: =After ten thousand years (more like ten seconds), Sirius quietly shuffled forward and peered under the food slot at the friendly also-trapped person she'd been speaking with.=

????: -There are already eyes down there peeping and waiting for her to do the same. -

HELENA: AAAAHH Oh my god it IS you!!!!!!!! -WHAT ARE THE ODDS???-

HELENA: Sorry Im yelling but WOW????????

HELENA: This is crAzy

SIRIUS: =her eyes get sphrical when at last she SEES and briefly she doesn't even mind the yelling because she's doing some herself!=

SIRIUS: (helena holy shitballs!! what are you doing here??!)

SIRIUS: (nevermind you already told me that!!)

SIRIUS: (oh my god???)

HELENA: YeAh I did!!!!!!!!

HELENA: Im!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!

HELENA: How hAve you been

SIRIUS: =she's just amazed and has flipped from sad to happy in a nanosecond= (ive been good! i mean as good as one gets here hehe) =She lifted a hand, gesturing the room=

SIRIUS: (how long have you been here???)

HELENA: I think its been like........ mAybe Almost A yeAr????????

SIRIUS: D:

HELENA: Uh oh -Frowns a little with concern- AAAAh pleAse dont get upset AgAin

SIRIUS: ((thats so sad....))

SIRIUS: ((did they take your comms devices))

SIRIUS: ((have you tried escape))

HELENA: They did for A little while yeAh,,,,,,,,

HELENA: And by the time I got it bAck it wAs Almost deAd bAttery wise

HELENA: Not thAt it mAttered this plAnet hAs no interstellAr service

SIRIUS: (how did you get here to begin with)

SIRIUS: (did you come in your ship)

HELENA: Like I sAid before I cAme here with some guys I met up with At A trAvel stAtion And when we lAnded BANG

HELENA: Took our stuff And our ships And I've been here since........

HELENA: But hey!!!!!!!! Get this I'm A fArmer now HELENA: And AppArently A greAt one heheh they dont hAve Any other communers here so Im bAsicAlly the best livestock keeper plAnet side -She beams about this information.-

SIRIUS: (helena um thats great you like your job) SIRIUS: (i think) SIRIUS: (but if youre right that its been a year) SIRIUS: (no one knows where youve been) SIRIUS: (for a year)

HELENA: I mAAAy be over exAgerAting I dont know I've kind of lost my sense of time here its been A while since I've thought About it HELENA: MAybe like........ two thirds of A yeAr HELENA: Over six months or something

HELENA: -Trying to make it sound better for Sirius-

SIRIUS: (...) SIRIUS: (what was the date you went camping)

HELENA: Ummmm HELENA: It was eArly June. First week of it mAybe????????

SIRIUS: (im afraid to ask what year)

HELENA: -Scoffs- okAy I hAvent been here THAT long

HELENA: It wAs still this yeAr HELENA: Unless new yeArs hAs been A thing

SIRIUS: :c SIRIUS: (it has) SIRIUS: (todays the sixth)

HELENA: .................Oh

SIRIUS: =awkwardly looks at the dirt= SIRIUS: (happy new year) =?=

HELENA: HAh........ YeAh hAppy new yeAr -Forces her smile back up. Boy... What a day.-

SIRIUS: (...come with me) SIRIUS: (lets get out of here while we still can)

HELENA: Huh?

HELENA: WhAt do you meAn?

SIRIUS: (i mean lemme out so we can go home)

HELENA: Oh!!!!!!!!! HELENA: WAit how???????? -80- HELENA: Not how do I let you out but how do we go home????????

SIRIUS: ((how do you think i got here)) SIRIUS: c:

HELENA: CArrie and her troops brought you here -DUH Sirius-

SIRIUS: (hhhh) SIRIUS: (i mean before that) SIRIUS: =she lifted her hands up to mimic steering= SIRIUS: ((nyoom nyoom))

HELENA: OH!!!!!!!! HELENA: Mmmghhhhhhh Sirius I dont know even if they didnt find you with your ship they Are probAbly out looking for it right now HELENA: Unless they've AlreAdy found it........

SIRIUS: (no no helena) SIRIUS: (you mustnt think that way) SIRIUS: (i have it locked up) SIRIUS: (they cant get in without my hand and my voice)

SIRIUS: (we need to stay positive) SIRIUS: :'o

HELENA: You sure???????? HELENA: WhAt if we just wAit HELENA: You'll be out of quArAntine soon And then we cAn try tAlking to CArrie HELENA: She might even be Able to get you A meeting with ChAncellor AnnAeA!!!!!!!! HELENA: The ChAncellor is pretty fAir who knows she might let you go home

SIRIUS: (will she let you go home too) SIRIUS: (what about the others who came with you) SIRIUS: (where are they)

HELENA: Hmm well TrAcy left to work the north outpost two weeks Ago HELENA: And I hAvent seen the two boys since we got Ambushed........

SIRIUS: O_O

HELENA: YeAAAAhhhh........ 8888(

HELENA: Hmmm

HELENA: How sure Are you that your ship is still there????????

SIRIUS: (i dont know but i still have to try)

SIRIUS: (also i) SIRIUS; (have a hunch its still there) SIRIUS: (for now) SIRIUS: (hopefully)

HELENA: -Hhhh she isnt really sure how she feels about this plan. But Sirius is a friend and she wants to at least try and help her. So after a few moments of silence the sound of locks being opened sound and then the entire door is being opened a crack.-

HELENA: We got to move quick

HELENA: Do you think it would be possible for you to find your wAy to your ship on your own????????

SIRIUS: (but)

SIRIUS: (what about you)

SIRIUS: (what about your friends)

SIRIUS: =she placed the tray gently on the table and slipped through=

HELENA: -She quickly shuts and locks the door behind her and looks around to be sure no one saw. The hallway they now both stand in is short, and the exit is not far down the end of it.-

HELENA: Well I meAn

HELENA: I wAs thinking I would stAy here And mAke sure you hAd enough cover to get bAck to your ship 8888I

SIRIUS: 8|

SIRIUS: (no) =???=

HELENA: Oh........

HELENA: Well I kind of AlreAdy put thAt plAn into motion by letting you out

SIRIUS: (now that i know youre here im not leaving you helena)

HELENA: Hgghhhh but Leslie is About to hAtch her bAbies

SIRIUS: (i...)

SIRIUS: (im hazarding a wild guess leslie is a chicken on your farm)

SIRIUS: (she can come too)

HELENA: Leslie is A beAtle bovine 8888)

HELENA: PArt cow pArt some sort of insect thing she's greAt

HELENA: She lAid A clutch of thirteen!!!!!!!!

SIRIUS: (oh)

SIRIUS: (she sounds pretty cool)

HELENA: YeAh shes reAlly greAt And is going to mAke A greAt mom

SIRIUS: (im sure she would)

SIRIUS: (if you dont want to leave her behind we can figure out a way to transport her)

SIRIUS: (we can pick tracy up too)

SIRIUS: (and the others...they didnt die did they) =?=

HELENA: ................Nghhhh I dont reAlly know if they did 8888(

HELENA: All guys go strAight to center city for processing

SIRIUS: (where is that)

HELENA: Well we Are in the outside villAge juts beyond the wAlls

HELENA: Its a reAlly eAsy wAlk And you cAn go through the gAtes And see the big mArket plAce for trAding And the council members live there its reAlly cool

SIRIUS: (i dont suppose theyd let me waltz in there)

SIRIUS: :c

SIRIUS: =She's pressing her back flat against the building, feeling a little more anxious now=

HELENA: Well sure you cAn 88880

HELENA: Any citizen is welcomed in Center City

SIRIUS: (hrk)

HELENA: -Chin hands at her while still standing up.- You don't sound convinced 8888T

SIRIUS: (im supposed to be in quarantine for the next two days)

SIRIUS: (right) =?=

SIRIUS: (i dont went to get you in trouble)

HELENA: -Nods- Yep!!!!!!!!

HELENA: Its just to mAke sure you Arent sick with Anything thAt is going to cAtch with the LegAcies-- OH!!!!!!!!

HELENA: Does this meAn you're thinking of mAybe not trying to get off plAnet yet 88880

SIRIUS: (i dunno ive never been sick) =wrings her hands looking around= (im thinking about reconsidering our strategy)

SIRIUS: (it would be easier if it was you and me but your other friends are scattered and we dont know where some of them are exactly)

SIRIUS: D:

HELENA: YeAh thAts true 8888(

HELENA: Its A big plAnet

HELENA: Oh but hey!!!!!!!! If you stAy here, just for right now, mAybe I cAn try And find your ship if the scouts hAvent found it yet

HELENA: And then if I do I cAn hide it so you cAn still get off world lAter

SIRIUS: (yeah that would be goo-)

SIRIUS: (we)

SIRIUS; (so we can get off world later)

HELENA: Oh right we

HELENA: WhAt did I sAy???????? 88880

HELENA: Well whAtever it wAs yeAh "we" hAhA

SIRIUS: ...

SIRIUS: =looking at Helena all concerned-like=

HELENA: -Shes smiling until Sirius starts looking concerned, shes just really happy to see someone from the UU.- WhAt

SIRIUS: (are you um)

SIRIUS: (planning)

SIRIUS: (to come with me)

HELENA: If we cAn get off world then sure 88883

SIRIUS: =hhhhhhhhh's in relief=

SIRIUS: (that is a thing i promise will happen)

HELENA: -Sirius is great-

HELENA: Heheh

HELENA: OkAy

HELENA: Well if we Are going to wAit I kind of need you to go bAck into the room Im the only "guArd" tonight but thAt doesnt meAn no one is going to come this wAy

HELENA: Also if you need Anything you cAn AlwAys just Ask Anyone As long As its reAsonAble you should be Able to get it

SIRIUS: (oh yeah it would be a bit awkward wouldnt it if anyone saw me out here)

SIRIUS: (if you can please check where the boys have gone)

SIRIUS: (if theyre still alive they couldnt have gone far right)

SIRIUS: (or there would be signs that they were no more) :c

HELENA: I cAn totAlly Ask Around And see whAt I cAn find out!!!!!!!!

HELENA: No worries Sirius Im on the cAse BBBB)

SIRIUS: =her smile broadens=

SIRIUS: (we can figure this out)

HELENA: Yesssssssss -She then moves aside and opens the door to the room so Sirius can go back in-

SIRIUS: =ducks her head so she wont bonk it on the doorframe as she reenters, smiling=

SIRIUS: =she hold out her fist for a bmp!=

HELENA: -SHE BUMPS IT.-

HELENA: I'll stop by tomorrow before I go feed the AnimAls sleep tight Siri!!!!!!!!

HELENA: -She then shuts and locks up the door again before walking away.-

SIRIUS: =Soft voice from behind the door= (see you around helena)

#inflatedExpeditionist #in which TRAPPED

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Love Struck!AU x Day6

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Sungjin

surprisingly calm about it

like you turn around to ask him what he wants at the cafe and he looks down into your eyes and it all clicks

you’re the gosh darn love of his life

and instead of saying it he’s like

“oh. a latte is fine.”

he spends way too much time thinking about the concept of being in love with you

like he zones out at practice and he’s just like, what about them is so special? why did my heart chose them?

jae, yelling at the top of his lungs: HEY CAN YOU PLEASE FOCUS

sungjin, zenned out: maybe i really like their,,,,,,,laugh? did i fall in love with their laugh?

everything about you is so much clearer now to him

like he knows how stupid he sounds but he sees you in HD

everything you do - even the little things - are amplified

and really you could be talking and there could be smoke on your left, or fire on your right

and it wouldn’t matter - his attention is one hundred and fifty million percent on you only you

and he thinks he’s hiding it well

but then you’re in front of him once again, excitedly telling him the plot of the last film you saw

and just as you lean over to take his hand - just because you’re all hyped up and excited

sungjin feels like every nerve in his body has started shaking so he’s like

“ow!”

pulling his hand back and you’re like “oh no, sungjin what’s wrong?”

and his brain can’t catch up with his mouth or his heart so it’s

just a MESS

“sorry, im in love with you, sorry i mean sorry i said ow - it felt nice to hold your hand, im in love with you - i mean sorry?”

you:

sungjin:

jae watching this happen in front of him: well. i think that went really good, 10/10 confession bro.

Youngk

denial central

all aboard the express train to denialville

refuses to even acknowledge the fact that he’s having romantic thoughts about you - absolutely ignores the fact that you touch his elbow absentmindedly on the train and it makes his heart do a backflip

he’s just like nope nope nope they’re just my friend nothing more nothing less

and then he’s forced with the realization that if anything ever happened to you

he’d either run across the earth and the oceans to make sure you were ok - or go berzerk on the person responsible

which aren’t really just things you’d consider doing for your “friends”

so yeah, youngk, you’re in love

he’s at his wits end with trying to pretend that he’s not into you like that

when you end up nearly falling down a flight of stairs because you tripped and he catches you just in the nick of time

the force of the pull basically toppling you over into his chest

and you’re laughing it off, going “ah im such a clutz!” when youngk just huffs

and you’re like “sorry - i know it’s annoying-”

and he’s like “don’t ever apologize, just promise you won’t get hurt.”

and you’re like ????? ok sure - why are you being so serious and he’s just like

not letting you get up off his chest because finally, he closes his eyes and he’s like

“because if you get hurt i think i might die, and believe me i wish i didn’t care so much but i do. i care a lot....because i love you.”

you: wait pause you what me?

youngk, suddenly red as a tomato: nothing i nothing you now like get off me........or don’t.......

Wonpil

captain obvious

might as well be wearing a neon headband with your name and hearts on it

the way he gazes at you with all the adoration in the world, the way he can’t stop himself from damn near glowing when you’re around

youngk jokes that he needs sunglasses whenever you two are around and you’re like why?? and wonpil is like yeah why?? and youngk is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,are you both joking or-?

wonpil’s love language is 100% physical affection and gifts

he showers you in hugs, hand always finding its way near yours - even if it’s just your pinkies barely touching - he has to have that contact

goes out and comes back with absolutely nothing the members asked him to buy but look he got you your favorite snack

saved your number with every heart emoji possible

if we were back in the 1800 hundreds there would be a massive amount of love letters on your doorstep

that’s the kind of lovestruck he is

and it’s crazy,,,because,,,,,,he never denies it,,,,,,but he never SAYS it either

so you guys are stuck in this loop of wonpil basically fluttering around in a pink haze and you being clueless about it because

“isn’t he like this with everybody?”

you and wonpil end up going to the mall alone one day, because jae and dowoon *strategically* canceled

and as you’re half joking about the cute puppy toy in the window - wonpil marches forward with 100% intention to buy it

and you’re like “no no, im just playing around!”

and he stares at you clear and pure eyed like “are you sure? anything you want - you know ill get it for you.”

and you end up sort of just looking at him for a while longer than usual and you’re like

“anything?”

“anything. the stars, the moon - do you want them?”

“that’s a bit romantic, isn’t it?”

wonpil blinks, “well i guess. isn’t it just normal to want to do anything that makes the person you love happy?”

Jae

victim of jealousy

at first he doesn’t mind how close you are to everyone else - he’s happy you’re likeable but then it’s like

why are you ,,,,,,,,, extra close to everyone but him

becomes a giant sulky baby about it - pout, cold shoulder (doesn’t last long cuz he’s a sap), sarcasm and all

“jae, do you wanna get lunch?”

“i thought you were on a sungjin’s cooking only diet.......”

“jae - can i hear any songs you’ve been working on?”

“youngk has been working on more ask him..........”

feels bad the instant there’s a hint of hurt on your face, but he’s too awkward to say anything to clean it up

gets told off by sungjin and wonpil for making you upset

apologizes without looking at you because if he does he’s scared he just might kiss you - you look so cute giggling and accepting his apology

you spend halloween handing out candy with an excited wonpil

and jae sits on the couch with his hands crossed - watching you and then pretending he’s looking at the wall when you look over

you catch him, he’s never been good at these things and when you ask him to join in

he huffs and says you won’t have fun with him anyway

you frown, taking his hand in yours and going

“jae - you’re always fun, that’s why i love you!”

the words hit like bullets and he can’t hide the twitch and stutter

“you l-l-l-ove me?”

the world spins ten times faster as you nod and grin, and jae is like c’mon c’mon say it back SAY IT BACK

but all he can manage is a “c-cool”

you don’t think much of it, tugging him over to the candy bowl as his palms sweat up and he thinks he might have just seen heaven

Dowoon

shyness personified

was sheepish around you when you first met (because oh my god you’re the prettiest sight he ever did see)

but when he realizes he likes you likes you he’s just like

oh no,,,,,,,,,,must avoid

cannot stand being alone in a room with you - it makes everything feel like it’s on fire

too scared to ask for advice, but he doesn’t need to

because the minute he makes a dash for the door when all the other guys suggest they go get some snacks while you and dowoon set up the movie you planned to watch

it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,oh - dowoon is being a baby again

jae tells him he has to just confess, he’s going to regret it when someone else does it first

meanwhile, wonpil just wants dowoon to make a list of all the things he likes about you like this is some middle school homework assignment

everyone is telling him one hundred different things and its confusing

and all he knows is that you smile and it feels like the sun

you start to worry when dowoon’s ears flush red

and you reach over to touch his forehead and ask if he’s sick and dowoon

just

topples over and you’re like oh no!!! im going to call a doctor!!

and he barely gains enough energy to be like “n-no im fine, it’s just -”

and you’re like “where does it hurt??? tell me???”

and he just looks up at you leaning over him and he’s like

“my heart,,,,,,?”

and when you lean down to press your ear to his chest he really thinks he might blackout

you: “it’s just pounding really fast - are you sure you’re ok?”

dowoon: “im fin-”

jae materializing out of thin air: “i suggest you kiss dowoon, that’s what webmd said you should do. i totally didn’t make that up on the spot.”

#day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 au #day6 #lovestruck au

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